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one funny thing about adhd I didn't know was a symptom till I was diagnosed, was the deep feeling that I was craving something I didn't know the name of. To elaborate, I would sit at my desk and randomly start wanting something, but had no idea what it was I wanted. It would be a strong craving too, as if you were craving sugar while on a diet. (Except in that case you know what you are craving.)

now it wasn't an emptiness like depression. It was more like a child being forced to eat dinner before playing with their friends. I guess the right word would be yearning.

From what ive gathered, sounds like this feeling is just a mixture of boredom and hyperactivity! When i was struggling with this feeling i wished i could find anyone to relate to cause not enough people talk about it. Here are some other places people have mentioned this!

Reddit forum

additude article

Also i think this book mentions it too!: Driven to Distraction (Revised): Recognizing and Coping with Attention Deficit Disorder (Although that may be it, I do find that explanation a bit drab. Id like to believe I'm genuinely yearning for something amazing that will come soon, as if that feeling is foreshadowing it all.)

#adhd #adhd brain #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #I do hope this helps some of yall #I know when i was diagnosed i wanted wayyy more answers and help understanding it all

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(240126) TOPLINE ♡ FELIX & HYUNJIN @ LE GALA DES PIÈCES JAUNES

#UHM #HELLO #MEEOOWOWOWOW #DUDDE THEYRE SO FINE WTF WTF WTF WTF #OMFGGGG NEED THEM BRO

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highlights! ⇢ on a whim, gojo was like "let's go live" and w/out waiting for y/n's answer, starting the live ⇢ the cats are all tangled in a hollow end table in satoru's living room. it's the first time luna's lounged there so he's confused. ⇢ y/n did satoru's nightly routine bc she wanted to live vicariously through him w all the expensive skin care products

author's note! ⇢ the day was tough but i got an update out hehe!

꒰ 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 ꒱ ↳ as a rising star in the tumultuous world of hollywood, you're handed a golden opportunity to boost your career – a fake relationship. what your manager forgot to mention? your leading man is none other than satoru gojo, hollywood's notorious fuckboy. easy? well, not exactly.

PART SIXTEEN | NEXT

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Choso in the new episode hngh

choso x reader with a praise kink when 🙁

I love you omg 😝

YOU GET ME NONNIE I LOVE YOU<333

contains: fem reader, switch!choso, soooo much praise, fluff, oral(r!receiving), riding choso’s face, dirty talk, choso cums in his pants, pussydrunk!choso, he doesn’t know he has a praise kink (till now heh), choso isn’t super experienced but he’s dabbled in the art of cunnilingus :p

edit: rereading is important ladies n gentleman…..u said reader w a praise kink………i will make another shortly GOMENASORRY LMAO, pls enjoy regardless for now :3

MDNI

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he has your legs thrown over his shoulders, heels digging into his rippling back when he peppers little kisses on the most sensitive part of your thighs, silky black hair out of his signature buns, elegant strands opting to spread out atop your thighs

you’re twitching and gasping in his hold when his tongue darts out from behind his lips to aid in sucking the skin of your inner thigh, leaving purple hickeys in his trail towards your dripping cunt

“feels ‘s good choso” you whine at the feeling of his lips suction cupping to your skin, head perched up on a pillow to give yourself a better view of him about to absolutely devour your pussy,

his cock twitches in his pants when your praise reaches his ears, humming into your leg and shutting his eyes as he continues scattering little kisses in his wake

bringing your lithe fingers to his hair and running them over his scalp, soft strands sliding between your fingers when you start to caress his head,

he relishes in the feeling, tipping into your palm and cracking his eyes open, he quickly glanced at you before zeroing his focus on your cunt

practically glistening with slick under the fluorescent lights, he licked his lips and groaned at the sight, “can i taste you, please?” he asks so sweetly, directing his pretty eyes back to you, mouth watering at what’s about to come when you smile and nod at him,

your hands coming down to collect the hair around his face that’s at risk at getting all wet from your sloppy pussy, bringing the hair up and gripping the tufts of hair gently on top of his head,

choso feeling tingly and light headed at the feeling, he dips his head down between your legs, arms gripping around your appendages wrapped around his neck, digging his thick fingers into the fat of your thighs,

he darts his tongue out, letting out a groan when he registers the taste of you, wasting no time in burying his face deeper, starting to make out with your pussy messily,

“c-choso!” you whimper out, “ohmygod right there- f-uck!” head falling back against the pillow that cradles the side of your head, choso whimpering loud as he watches you,

hips moving without his permission into the matress underneath him, pressing his neglected cock into the sheets below at the intense arousal he was feeling from your words, eyesbrows scrunching together while he stared intently at your face, continuing his ministrations on your pussy

his dark eyes rolling back every time you cried out affirmations of the stimulation he was providing, or curses of his name when his strong tongue pressed just right against your clit,

he’s done this once or twice, but he never remembered a time where he felt like he does now, just from giving his partner head. of course he enjoys making his partner feel good, but something you were doing was making him feel like he was drunk, and he thinks he was figuring out what it was

“right here?” he encourages you, testing his theory by trying to get you to speak again when the tip of his tongue draws little circles against your clit, sucking the bud between his lips, flicking it up and down, and catching it gently between his teeth while making strong eye contact with you, eyes still scrunched together looking for approval when you finally speak again,

“y-yeah, ur mouth feels so fucking g-good choso” you stutter out, gripping the tuffs of hair between your fingers harshly as you start to grind your hips against his mouth, clit bumping his pointed nose at your ministrations,

he lets you manhandle him, sticking out his tongue and shaking his head back and forth adding to your pleasure, cock leaking through his pants and into the bed, humping faster, feeling so fucked out as he allows you to fuck his face,

“just like that!” you whine when he starts flicking his tongue into you, trying to match your sloppy thrusts against the bottom of his face,“choso p-please don’t fucking stop,” you finished,

he had absolutely no intentions of stopping, ears ringing and brain feeling foggy at your words, internal monologue repeating yesyesyes over and over in his brain every time your words echoed in his head, sending electricity through his body, fueling his efforts to make you feel even better,

“p-please keep talking,” he mumbles, squeezing your thighs wrapped snug around his head, still unsure of what exactly you’re saying that’s making him feel so dizzy, only knowing that the feeling increases when you speak,

you slow the roll of your hips and smile fondly down at the large, usually intimidating man underneath you, previous description not being applicable even slightly in this scenario as he looked at you like a puppy looks at their owner, eyes downturned, looking expectantly at you as he sucked on your pussy,

“you like when i praise you cho’?” catching on quick at what his request was referring to, “does it make you your cock leak when i tell you how fucking good you’re doing?” he swears he just had a brain orgasm when you finished your sentence,

groaning deep and long into your wetness, your body jerking forward at the intense vibration, smiling at his eyes rolling back before you continue, “no one’s e-ever made me feel this good before,” you stutter out, wanting him to get as drunk as possible on your words,

his tongue picks up at this, moaning out a “mhmm?” questioningly straight into your clit when he sucks on it, tongue quickly sliding down to push inside the ring of your cunt, slurping messily as he fucks his tongue in and out of you, swallowing everything you give him

hands using the grip on his hair for leverage as you hump your hips on his mouth faster now, stimulating your clit against his nose once more, “you look so good between me legs you know t-that?” you try to maintain the confidence in your voice, proving to be difficult as his curling tongue and messy technique brought you quickly towards your impending orgasm,

he tries to nod, moans of confirmation severally muffled as he tried to let you know he hears you, loud and clear

chin tickling the inside of your thigh as his jaw opens and closes rapidly against you, fucking his tongue as deep into your tight hole as he can manage, practically making out with your pussy when he feels your legs start to crush his head,

his own hips against the soft mattress matching the pace of your thrusts against his face as he uses the information on his tongue to try and imagine how your pussy squeezing around his thick cock would feel,

would you want to ride him? choke him out, maybe let him suck on your fingers while you rocked back and forth, rubbing your clit on his pelvis, using him like your personal sex doll? or would you want him to shove your head into the mattress, strong hands keeping a hold on your hips as he forced you to deepen your arch, fucking expertly into your gspot? would you tell him how good he was doing if he did that? tell him he’s the only one for you? that he belongs to you, and you, to him?

brain overflowing with possible scenarios to try, he lets his thought slip, “yours,” he groans out, “‘m all yours” he whimpers, feeling a little dizzy at his now constricted flow of air, thanks to your perfect legs draped around his head, ankles crossing behind him and squeezing his head in the process, as you’re rapidly approaching high creeps up on you

“yes you are, all mine choso,” you confirm, voice raising in pitch, “m-my good boy” you finish out as your high crashes over you

his eyes roll to the back of his head, threatening to get stuck there as he whines and whimpers into your pussy, using all the brainpower he had left to lap up the new juices that were dripping out of your hole every time you jerked forward, wave after wave of your high making you arch forward on yourself

his cock spurting out long and hot ropes of cum into his boxers, moans muffled as he fucks his strong hips into the mattress as hard as he can, visualizing behind his eyes that he’s fucking his load deep into your womb and not wasting it in his pants,

not realizing his determined tongue was still hastily continuing his ministrations on your pussy from being so lost in thought untill you use the hold you had on his hair to pull his head back, “ ‘s sensitive choso,” you whimper, breath rising and falling rapidly having experienced one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had.

“sorry..” he mumbles, mouth still dropped open as he lays his head against you leg, juices completely coating the bottom half of his mouth. you would feel embarrassed at the sight if your mind wasn’t incredibly foggy from your prior orgasm. how pretty he looked with his face decorated in your cum didn’t look half bad either.

“did so good for me choso, came so hard cos of you.” you give him a dopey grin, feeling his own cock twitching at the attention, and you watch his hips jerk forward into the mattress at your words, “didn’t realize ur praise kink was this bad cho,” you giggle, hand coming down to caress his sticky face,

“oh..” he revels, pausing for a beat, “is that what it is?”

#nsfw #mdni #choso my baby #I REREAD THIS SO OFTEN I LOVE THE WAY U WRITE HIMM AHHH #Love this #choso x reader

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THIS IS SO GOOOOD YALL READD

highlights! ⇢ more about gojo and y/n's convo will be revealed! (hashtag new acquaintance-ship unlocked?) ⇢ y/n fell asleep on the phone w/ gojo, hence the "good night loser" text :D

author's note! ⇢ sorry for being MIA! grad school is TUFF <3

꒰ 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 ꒱ ↳ as a rising star in the tumultuous world of hollywood, you're handed a golden opportunity to boost your career – a fake relationship. what your manager forgot to mention? your leading man is none other than satoru gojo, hollywood's notorious fuckboy. easy? well, not exactly.

PART FOURTEEN | NEXT

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IS THAT ALL?

gn!reader | 900ish words, really just fluff despite the opener ^___^

megumi fushiguro considers himself a coward.

it’s sunday, 10:00am bright on the clock behind you. wings flap outside as the birds that like to adorn the neighbour’s fruit tree caw, and the blanket is pulled up to his chest, up to your cheeks.

your face is only a few inches away, and all he can think about—besides the curl of your lips as you smile at him again—is whether his breath still smells like mint from brushing his teeth the night before. whether you can see his skin breaking out on his temple and forehead, or the scar on his jaw from falling when he was seven—if you’d notice them after he said the three words that’ve been sitting on the tip of his tongue for weeks.

because megumi’s realized he can do a lot of things, plan more, fight even more, but it all crumbles apart when it comes to you.

“why are you staring at me?”

“i’m not,” he answers too quickly, muttered as he looks to the pillow underneath your head instead of your eyes.

you squish your face further into it to meet his gaze again. “is there something on my face?”

“no.”

“is there food stuck in my teeth?”

“we haven’t even had breakfast.”

“because if i turn on my phone and see either of these things, i’m going to be very angry with you, megumi fushiguro.”

the sound of his name draws him back to you, your squinting eyes and frown that holds no anger.

his lip twitches up, only just. “there’s nothing on your face or in your teeth.”

you hum, keeping your accusatory facade, even while reaching for his hand beneath the blanket. “swear i don’t look bad?”

megumi’s fingers easily slide into place between yours.

you could never look bad.

he huffs. “seriously?”

“‘seriously’? oh, wow, forgive me, my dear, for not believing your plainly spoken words while you still won’t tell me why you’re staring.” you ruffle his hair and push strands to cover his eyes. he rolls them as he pulls up the collar of your shirt to muffle your laugh.

it’s a lovely sound.

he hopes you let him hear it again and again.

a bird caws at the same time you swat at his hand and the hold on your shirt loosens, his fingers moving to smoothen the evidence.

“you just look nice.” he finally says as his eyelids droop, and he lets himself look at your lips for a fraction of a second. “that’s all.”

you smile and ignore the heat in your ears. “that’s all?”

the words claw at him again, and his throat constricts the same time his stomach ties into a knot.

it should be something special, megumi thinks—saying it out loud for the first time.

maybe at a fancy restaurant, with candles and expensive meals between you, his best suit on, quiet jazz and clinking glasses in the background.

maybe outside somewhere, in a nice meadow or under a tree, a picnic blanket sitting underneath you.

maybe after a long-winded monologue of how his curiosity grew to infatuation, a crush, something more. after he’s told you he wishes he could spend every morning with you, turn to you when the neighbour’s kids laughing and screaming wakes you up in place of an alarm on a saturday, watch you playfully groan and complain about today’s youth.

after he’s laid his heart out to you, instead of now, a random sunday morning, as the sound of cawing and birdsong fills the space between you instead of his voice, and all the words he wants to say before the three.

he wonders how long he’s been silent when you scrunch your brows and confusion shifts your smile. “hello? earth to megumi?”

“i love you.”

and across megumi’s face, there’s a fleeting shadow as a bird flies past—the blue of his eyes darkening, but not hardening, never hardening—not while looking at you.

you blink at him.

he blinks back.

the birds caw loudly outside.

and it’s all he can do to not bite his lip, to ignore the sudden tightness in his chest as you open and close your mouth—a sensation that he usually comes to you for to get rid of.

you blink again, twice, three times, and a different three words find their way to the tip of his tongue at the sight, heavier than the last, a little more strained.

but then you smile, just like always.

let out a laugh of disbelief that makes his apology disappear.

your reply comes as a murmur, it flows over him and muffles the noise outside, easing the clawing at his gut with expertise—“i love you, too.”

and it really is a random morning; megumi couldn’t tell you the date if you asked. but your grip on his hand tightens, and he promises to write it down (sunday, 10:07am) when you both get up.

he lets all his tension loosen as he finally smiles back.

your own smile widens into a bright grin at the sight, and though his mind’s reeling, he can hear what you’re going to ask before you do—

“is that all?”

it’s silly, and megumi almost rolls his eyes, almost pulls the blanket over your head and threatens to take it back,

and he loves you.

even, and especially as he hears the neighbour’s door creak open, and the first sound of the kids yelling—as he pinches your cheek and snickers when you let out a surprised noise. “that’s all.”

noo nia don't make something that's supposed to be big happen in a mundane warmth again nooo don't make another guy completely in love w reader noooo... does i'm sorry technically count as three words btw. lol? well. obviously totally unrelated but i'm hungry as fawk rn. goodbye everybody i'm gonna eat toast. yaaaaayy!!!

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I can’t believe it took me this long to finally draw yuuji in a headlock with his big bro

#OMFGGG #SO CUTE 😭😭😭 #i love them and this style #itadori #sukuna

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i miss geto i miss him so bad

#need him too #YUMMMY YUMMY YUMMYYYYY #I LOVE THESE JJK MEN OMFG

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yuuji from stream <3

#need him… #SO HOTTT #yuuji itadori #jjk itadori

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fandom creators always make choso look “blank” or “stoic” when he probably has the biggest range of expressions out of anybody in jjk

#choso #i love him #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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Ok but I couldn’t wait a whole nother season for him 💀

#I THOUGHT THIS WAS REAL #HE LOOKS SOOOOO GOOD OMFG #🤤🤤🤤🤤

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“my faves wouldn’t like me”

your soggy sad touch starved fave when you breathe in his direction:

#omg 🤭🤭🤭

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#goodness #HEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHA HES SO HOT HAAHAHHA #OMFG IMAGJNE WAKING UP TO ROOMATE CHOSO #YEAHHH ID LIKE THAT 😏😏😏

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THIRST FOR ME <3

❥ — ꒰ notes ꒱ choso kamo x fem!reader, choso and reader drink, oral (m receiving), mating press, he’s not a virgin but he comes so easily, he calls reader pretty a lot, swallowing cum, praise

❥ — ꒰ synopsis ꒱ you’ve been babysitting this kid for a few weeks now and you just met his older brother ; 1.7k words

yuuji was a so adorable. he was a happy kid, energetic, so sweet, not the brightest, but you loved him. every friday and saturday night you would go over to the his house to babysit. they paid you very well. it was a good amount for two nights out of your week and enough to get you through college.

when you went over there, you just watched some stupid movie and cooked for him. he really liked human earthworm. he’d spend the entire movie explaining the plot and you just had to nod. the easiest cash of your life.

one thing you never understood is why they paid you. he had a brother. you’d seen the pictures, yuuji had talked about him. his name was choso and him and yuuji were half brothers.

yuuji curled up on your lap, almost falling asleep after you gave him an hour past his bedtime. his eyes were battling sleep and you knew it. you stroked his hair and pulled the blanket over him. once he fell asleep, you’d pick him up and bring him to bed.

and you did. within minutes that little boy was knocked out. you paused the tv and picked him to carry to his room. you brushed hair out his small face and rubbed his forehead to say goodnight. you turned his little nightlight on before leaving.

you glanced at the alarm clock on his nightstand.

8:59

yuuji’s parents wouldn’t be home for three hours. so you decided to rewatch friday the 13th and probably fall asleep on their nice couch. they’ve walked in on you sleep a few times it would be fine.

you sat snuggled up on the couch, the suspenseful music filled the room from the tv. your feet propped against the armrest. you let your arm hang over the couch. your eyes were lazily glued to the screen.

now fully relaxed, your body shot up at the sound of the door opening. in the entrance to the living room loud footsteps echoed. but you relaxed as you remembered what his parents told you before they left.

“you yuuji’s babysitter?”

choso was his name right? he looked absolutely nothing like his little brother. he was about 10 years older than him. he looked young but still mature. maybe it was the thick tattoo across the bridge of his nose. it also could’ve been his sickly appearance from his purple eye bags on his pale skin.

you pulled the blanket up over your bare thighs and skirt now feeling intimidated from his gaze. “yeah, i am. you’re his brother, choso, right?” you replied. he nodded then set a bag on the counter and pulled it down. it was four bottles.

he turned off the light in the kitchen area. his knuckles intertwined with the necks of two bottles. with his other hand he snatched a bottle opener. you gathered your legs up on the couch as he dropped into the seat next to you.

he opened one bottle and offered it to you which you took with no hesitation. “friday? i love this movie, you into this stuff?” he asked without taking his eyes off the screen. he only barely glanced at you again.

“yeah. i love this one.”

“yuuji sleep?” looking at his side profile, he had numerous piercings— three smaller ones on his lobe and an industrial. strands of his hair covered the industrial.

“i put him to bed like 30 minutes ago,” you answered. as the movie continued, you relaxed back onto the couch. choso made some occasional commentary that you responded to, genuinely interested and enjoying his presence.

you liked the way he told you about the movie. his sorta geeky persona came out. you also liked how when he took off his jacket you could see the subtle flex of his muscles. how you just wanted him to manhandle you, put you into positions you didn’t even know existed.

could he see the way you stared him down? was that the reason behind the look he gave you.

“y/n,” he called and broke you out of your trance. “that’s your name right?”

“it is.”

he turned to you. underneath the ink on his face was a red hue. it crossed his cheeks in the same way. was he a lightweight? no, he seemed sober. you on the other hand were feeling a little buzzed.

“y/n,” he tasted your name on his tongue again with more confidence. he shuffled over to you. his hand pressed against your skirt. he large hand fit over a nice amount of your skin.

before you could even pause the tv, his other hand pushed against the back of your neck. your lips molded together seamlessly and his tongue flicked yours.

you eventually find your way on top of him. his hands rubbed on your waist down to your hips where one bunched up your tank top to pull over your chest. you managed to undo the cute spiky buns he styled. his hair sprawled against the leather couch.

“hey, pretty girl,” he panted, “you good enough to do this?” his hands continued playing with whatever he could grab onto until you nodded. then he was forcing himself to lean against the armrest while holding you with one hand and pulling his pants down with the other.

he felt big through his pants — he was.

your hands immediately wrapped around him. both. his head fell back with a low groan. with the way you straddled his thighs and how soaked you were now, you couldn’t help rubbing your clit against him.

choso stroked your cheek as you crawled backwards to lower your head down. “you wanna taste it? fuck. i won’t stop you.” his adams apple bobbed with his swallow.

he was pale and girthy for the most part — the mushroom tip had its own rosy blush. it drew you in like candy. you couldn’t resist the instinctual first lick to his slit.

his warm salty taste filled your mouth. choso’s back arched and he let out a loud moan. his own voice reached your panties, soaking them without another touch.

“you’re so fucking good at this,” he rested his palm on your head. his other carded through his own hair while his lips parted. “shit — ngh, i-” your head bobbed deeper. more of his cock fit into your throat. “what a pretty girl swallowing —mmph- my cock.”

you pulled away with a soft pop. your hand immediately began jerking his slippery cock. and choso saw heaven. you flashed him a bright smile with your angelic laughter, “you really think i’m pretty?”

“cumming,” he strained.

you lurched back only to get your tits and face covered in his cum. white dripped down your skin and down your black bra. you wiped some off your cheek and swiped your fingers against your tongue. choso was still hard so he pulled you to hover over him.

he sat completely up with both hands on your hips. “you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen. gonna let me fuck you? wanna feel your pretty pussy, can’t wait.”

he had you clenching around nothing but his words. you writhed in his grip, desperate to feel him deep inside your guts. you stabilized yourself with his biceps. “wanna fuck you so bad choso,” you pleaded. you grabbed his cock yourself now and lined it up with your slit. “i need you inside me.”

choso slapped your hip. “of course, wanna feel you cum f’me too. c’mere,” he murmured and pulled you against him. he left a searing kiss on your lips.

“please. please put it in.”

you finally felt the pleasure of sinking yourself on his cock. it was a slow and almost sharp stretch. each second you thought he was done you felt another inch of him. he was huge and it was like he didn’t even know it. he helped you lift yourself off of him. you felt so empty with just his tip. but you forgot it as soon as he filled you right back up.

“s-s’full, choso,” you slurred and nearly fell backwards. his cock slid against your walls. he groaned and his pace only grew faster. suddenly he had your body going limp as you came. he worked you through the intensity.

with his arms wrapped around your waist, he flipped you over. you squealed as your body hit the pillows. choso quickly sheathed himself inside your hole again. the top of your head rammed into the couch pillow as he pounded into your cunt.

the room filled with the sound of choso’s hips slapping the back of your thighs. the only thing louder was your cries of his name mixed with his praises. he told you how good you felt, how gorgeous you looked, how he never wanted to stop fucking into you.

“you’re so good, y/n. the best fucking pussy, ‘ve ever had. can i cum on your tits again?”

you nodded eagerly. he was just as needy as you were. he had to feel you just as bad as you had to feel him. “cumming again! choso!” you dug your nails into his back at yet another climax. ecstasy racked through your body.

choso pulled out and pushed himself above you. you let your hands get to him before his own. you twisted your hand around his length until his cum spurted all over your tits and collarbone again.

choso got himself off of you then pulled you into his lap. he fixed your disheveled hair. you grinned at him with a face covered in cum — his cum. he made you like this. he fucked you stupid and had you clenching around his cock.

“can i get your number?” he wiped his mess off of you while his other hand fished for his phone.

you laughed again and took his phone. “sure. oh quick question, if yuuji has an older brother here why does your dad pay for a babysitter?”

“cause he likes having a pretty face around here too. we should shower together, i’ll show you something.” he tossed his phone to the side in favor of scooping you up instead.

— © cythena 2023. do not share on tiktok, plagiarize, repost on other platforms, copy, or translate.

#choso x reader #mdni #nsfw #OMFGGGG I LOVE BABYSITTER X OLDER BROTHWR AHHHHH #SO GOOOD EHEHEHE

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Choso spooning you in bed, his head buried in the crook of your neck as you scroll through instagram. You clicked on your sister's post, a selfie of hers. "Fuck, I'm envious." You muttered. "Of what?" Your raises his head up to look at what you've been describing. The selfie of your sister, but zoomed at her boobs. "Wish I had boobs as big as hers." You pout and sigh. "Don't say that." Choso says, hot breath fanning your neck as he gave it wet kisses. You chuckle as you continued to stare at the picture. "I mean, those boobs of hers like so big. Just wish I had tho—" Your words got cut off the moment you felt Choso's hands under your shirt and bra to squeeze your mounds, making you moan quietly.

"Your boobs may not be the biggest, but they're perfect." He remarks, giving your nipple a pinch. Your face went red at his praise, blushing hard to the roots of your hair. "I-it's just that if I had bigger boo—" Your words trailed off when Choso got on top of you, hunched your shirt and bra up and started sucking your tits with the other one getting attention from his hand. "Do I know her?" He asks, pausing for a second to look at you. "N-no." You meekly replied. "Exactly. I don't give a fuck about her. It's you I want, not her. That's the end." Was all he said before latching his mouth back on your breasts, swirling his tounge around your hardened nipples, making you whimper and moan out his name. The argument was done, no matter what you say. Because to Choso, you're perfect. And he'll make sure that you see yourself the same way he does.

#nsfw #jjk #choso kamo #WELL DAMN!! #I WANT A MAN LIKE THAT OMG #HES SUCH A ROMANTIC😍😍😍

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Did someone say write choso x reader drunk hookup to roomates to luvers? 😋😋

#choso x reader #jjk x reader #idea

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Delayed Mark

Word count: 5539

Paring: Choso x Gn! Reader

Summary: In a world with soulmates you were the only one born without a mark. After 25 years thinking you will never have a soulmate, your mark randomly appears. Only a few weeks later you find your soulmate during one of the worst curse attacks Jujutsu Sorcerers have seen since the Night parade of a hundred Demons.

Warnings: Spoilers for Choso’s character and history in general, slight spoilers for Kenjaku, Mentions of blood and death, if i missed anything let me know.

A/n: Hello people this has been in the works for a long time but finally got inspiration to finish it. The end might seem a bit rushed but I wanted to finally post it. So you aren’t surprised one satosugu is canon, Shoko x Haibara is real and you can fight me on it. Anyway I hope you enjoy and Remember to Hydrate or Diedrate, I’m looking at you @ness-iness . Also requests are open. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

    I had to be the least lucky person alive. In a world where everyone has a mark on their body to tell them who their soulmate is, I was born without one. It's extremely rare for something like this to happen. No one knows why or how it happened. But when I was born it was evident that I was unmarked, destined to spend forever alone.

When I was younger it wasn't that bad because I didn't fully understand what it meant. Then when I reached middle school and all my friends started meeting their soulmates, I felt left out. My parents tried to tell me that 'maybe it will show up later' or that 'there is someone out there for you even if you don't have a mark.' They even went as far as to say I didn't need a soulmate to be happy. I wanted to believe them but in our world it can be hard, with happy soulmates everywhere you look.

    It became even more apparent when I entered highschool and transferred to Jujutsu Tech. Though the number of people around was small, it was clear that everyone had a soulmate. It felt like fate was rubbing it in my face that I was to be forever alone. And I accepted that I didn't need a soulmate to be happy. Even though I had accepted it, there were still people trying to tell me that having a soulmate was the best thing. I was growing tired of it, until I got to know two fellow sorcerers who had lost their soulmates and believed that even without them they can find a way to be happy.

    There's Saturo Gojo, a special grade sorcerer who's soulmate turned his back on sorcerers and set out to wipe out all non-sorcerers. During an attack on Tokyo and Kyoto, his soulmate was killed trying to attack the first years at Jujutsu Tech. Gojo viewed soulmates as pointless because even though he had one and lost him he was still able to be happy with his life. 

    Then there's Shoko, she was a third year at Jujutsu Tech when her soulmate was killed on a mission he was sent on. It hurt her greatly when she couldn't save him, especially because she is known for using reverse curse technique. She thought while soulmates could be an amazing thing, it was also painful when you lost them and thought maybe things would be better without them.

    Don't get me wrong, Gojo and Shoko both loved their soulmates and wouldn't change having met them. They just thought it could be more painful than what it's worth. I agree, having a soulmate must be wonderful but I don't have one so all I've experienced is the pain of watching others be happy with something I can't have. And so Me, Gojo, and Shoko all tried to make the best of everything. We focused on exercising curses and teaching the next generations of Jujutsu Sorcerers.

    I'm like an assistant teacher to Gojo, helping out the first years when he's out on missions and just helping with training in general. I would also sometimes help the second years if they needed it. 

    Right now I am accompanying the first years on a mission to investigate strange deaths. Three people were found dead just inside their homes or apartment buildings, after having reported odd happenings with the locks or door mechanisms. This fact led the higher ups to believe that it was the work of a cursed spirit and sent the first years to figure it out. I was there to make sure none of them died, instructions from Gojo after what happened with the curse womb at the juvenile detention center.

    We were currently at Megumi's old middle school, talking with faculty about the men who had died, as they had also attended the school in their youth. I wasn't really focused on the conversation as I was there as more of a body guard then an actual assistant for the first years. I felt it best to let them take care of the questions and figure everything out so they could learn for future experiences.

    While Kugisaki and Itadori were poking fun at Megumi for how he used to act in middle school, I started to feel a weird tingling sensation on my left wrist. It was strange, almost like pins and needles. I tried rubbing my wrist to get the feeling to go away but it wasn't working, when I looked at it there was nothing there. 

    After a few minutes of the weird feeling it went away. I was confused as nothing like this had ever happened before. But seeing as there was no evidence that it happened I brushed it off, if it was important there would be evidence that it happened.

    The three students had found out that all of the victims had gone to the same bridge together back when they were in middle school. So they decided to go try and investigate, to see if they could lure out the cursed spirit.

    I had joined them at the bridge as I didn't want to risk the curse showing up without me there. As the three tried different things like walking under the bridge, and even throwing Itadori over the side tied to a string (this nearly gave me a heart attack), to lure out the curse, I stood watch. I was completely focused on watching Kugisaki and Megumi pulling Itadori up, so it startled me that my wrist started to feel weird again.

    At first it was just pins and needles like before, but then it started to burn a little bit. I lifted my wrist to investigate and was shocked to see a small picture forming on the inside of my wrist. It looked like a drop of water based on the outline. I watched as it became more visible, slowly turning to a blood red color. I was extremely perplexed, what the hell is happening, I thought to myself. I was so focused on the mark that I didn't notice the three teenagers walking up to me.

    "Hey Y/n, nothing's happening. Maybe there's another connection or we missed something." Itadori said nearly bouncing over to me. As he got closer he noticed I wasn't paying attention to him. "What are you looking at? Get a scratch or something?" He asked, drawing the attention of the other two.

    Megumi leaned over to take a look at my wrist, also confused as to what had me so distracted. "Holy shit" I heard him mutter as he came to the same conclusion that I was still trying to wrap my head around. "When did that show up?" He asked, confusing his classmates.

    "I-it just showed up. I was just standing here watching you three to make sure nothing happened and my wrist started to tingle and then burn. After that it just slowly appeared." I explained what little I knew about the situation. "Why would this show up now, I've gone my whole life without it being there why is it here now. I was fine and happy without having to worry about it." I started ranting.

    Kegusaki looked at me confused before finally asking the question that perplexed her and Itadori. "What are you talking about and why does Fushiguro know about it?" 

    Knowing I was probably feeling too many emotions to explain anything, Megumi spoke up. "It's complicated and right here probably isn't the best place to explain it." We then met up with our diver at a small convenience store. I had almost completely shut down from the sudden appearance of my soul mark.

    While we were at the convenience store the first years were still trying to figure out what to do to trigger the curse. After a few minutes of getting nowhere Kugesaki got tired of the topic of conversation.

    "We are getting nowhere with this. Let's change the topic for a second." The redhead said, turning to me. "What's up with you? What happened while we were on the bridge?" She was confused yet curious as to what happened. Sure she was being a little pushy about it but that's how she is.

    Megumi moved in front of me to try and deflect the questions, and get back to the assignment. "Let's focus on the curse that's killing people, Kugesaki." As he said this Kugesaki rolled her eyes.

    "Come on Fushiguro, they're here to supervise and make sure none of us die. If their so thrown off by what ever happened, we all need to be made aware." She said making a valid point.

    As Megumi tried to say something else I put my hand on his shoulder and stepped forward. He looked at me concerned but he knew that I wouldn't say anything I didn't want to. "What happened on the bridge that threw me off is, my soul mark appeared. I've lived 25 years without one and was fully prepared to live without it. I don't know what caused it to suddenly appear because if I had a soulmate it would have been there when I was born. I'm still able to watch over you guys, it just startled me." I explained hopefully calming their nerves. "I'm not worried about it, it's probably nothing. Let's just focus on figuring out what's going on with this cursed spirit." Itadori nodded but still looked confused and Kugesaki looked pleased with the explanation.

    As I finished explaining what happened, one of the students from the middle school pulled up on a bike with a young woman asking to talk to Megumi about the weird deaths. The young woman explained that there was a sort of ritual to go out to the bridge. She had also informed Megumi that his sister had done the test of courage as well. Being even more determined to stop this curse, with his sister’s life at stake, we all headed back to the bridge.

    After doing the steps to summon the curse, it seemed we had entered the curse’s domain. As the students began to fight the curse a strange green round curse appeared behind us. When the initial confusion wore off, Itadori offered to take the hideous curse on by himself while the other two delta with bridges curse.

    While the two fights occurred Kugisaki was forced close to the edge of the barrier. I watched in shock as two hands reached through and pulled her out of the barrier. The green curse exclaimed something about his brother being there and rushed out of the barrier. Megumi took charge of the situation and ordered Itadori to go after the curse and assist Kugisaki. I would have stepped in but I had an odd feeling about the curses outside of the barrier. Like in some distant way they weren’t normal curses. I couldn’t react. 

    I was only able to watch as Megumi was able to finish off the cursed spirit that was cursing people. The only problem was the barrier didn’t dissipate. As I was about to ask if he was sure he finished exercising the curse, a more humanoid curse fell from the ceiling. Taking a defensive stance ready to take on the curse, as it appeared to be a much higher grade than the previous curse. Megumi stepped in front of me.

    “I’ll handle this, You were only sent here to keep us from dying. You just wait, if it looks like I’m done, go ahead and step in. It’s not a good idea for you to be using your cursed energy for battle right now.” He said summoning Demon Dog: Totality to help him in the fight. He made a good point, my cursed technique was better for defense and recovery. I could create a simple barrier around myself or someone else that was similar to Gojo’s infinity, but could still be broken with enough force. I am also able to use the reversed curse technique on others, not as efficiently as Shoko but still enough to keep someone on death's door from dying while waiting for Shoko. It made sense for me to wait, my techniques took a lot of energy, and the few offensive abilities I had were not suited for close combat. So I watched waiting for a moment that I would be needed.

    The fight between the special grade and Megumi went on for a while. There were a few points where I almost jumped into the fight but was stopped by the admittedly over confident teenager. Eventually he was able to exercise the curse and retrieve Sukana’s finger. He collapsed shortly after as the barrier disappeared around us. I immediately went to work healing his more major injuries, as he eventually passed out on the ground.

    A few minutes after the dark haired teen passed out the other two students hobbled on to the scene. “Oh my god, is he dead?” Itadori asked, looking at his friend passed out on the ground. This comment received a smack to the back of his head from Kugisaki as she quickly explained he was probably passed out and that I wouldn’t have let him die. He then noticed the cursed object sitting on the ground not far from Megumi and went to pick it up. “Do you want me to carry this since you’re busy healing Fushiguro?” He asked. As I was about to tell him he could as long as he didn’t eat it, a mouth formed on the palm of his hand consuming the finger. 

    I rolled my eyes as he started to defend himself, trying to explain it was Sukana who did that and he didn’t mean too. “It’s fine, Itadori. Next time I’ll just carry it. Now help me get Megumi up and back to the road.” I said moving to stand up, deciding it was time we head back to Jujutsu tech.

    It’s been about a month since the incident at the bridge, and since the mark on my arm appeared. For the most part I’ve ignored it, but when I see it I struggle not to spiral into a long train of questions as to why it randomly appeared, and what triggered it. Shoko proposed that it may have something to do with the two cursed wombs Itadori and Kugisaki killed. She suspected after performing autopsies on the corpses, that they were somehow two of the death paintings that were stolen during the sister school exchange event. She told me that it was possible that the third one was also fused with a human and incarnated into a living being, and it happened to be my soulmate. This thought concerned me, My soulmate was possibly a deformed human corpse fused with a cursed object, great. 

    Though it wasn’t any worse than the idea Saturo had. He had told me with a straight face that it took 25 years for my soulmark to appear because my soulmate hadn’t been born yet and they were probably a couple weeks old at this point. I know he was joking because one, many soulmate pairings had massive age gaps and the older party still had their mark at birth, and secondly because as soon as he saw the look of disgust on my face he burst out laughing his ass off. 

    I was glad that even though jokes were being made, Gojo and Shoko weren’t pushing me away for getting my soulmark. They treated me no differently, after all they had once had their own soulmates with them, even if it was far too short of a time for their liking. And don’t get me wrong I still have a distaste for the thought of soulmates, but for the first time in my life there is actual hope. Maybe it was just a mistake in the universe and whatever gave soulmarks was like shit missed one and fixed it, or maybe Shoko is right and my soulmate is an incarnated cursed object. Who knows but hopefully I find them soon and can experience the joy I’ve witnessed so many times over, even if it’s only for a short moment.

Timeskip to shibuya arc

    It’s been a few weeks since my soulmark appeared and I can’t help but feel anxious. Part of it is the excitement of finally having a soulmate but the other part is things have been getting worse in the Jujutsu community. With suspicion of a traitor at the kyoto school, the first years were requested to investigate. The problem with that was the suspected traitor was nowhere to be found and the trail went cold.

    Just over a week later all hell broke loose at a transit station in Shibuya. Many sorcerers were dispatched to wait as back up in case Gojo was unable to handle the citation. I had been waiting with Nanami, Ino and Megum when we were told to enter the barrier. Not long after entering, the shouts of Yuji Itadori could be heard throughout the veil.  Deciding a change of plans, we met with Itadori and were informed that Saturo had been sealed by the special grade curses that had organized the attack.

    While Nanami went to speak with Ijichi, the rest of us went to look for a way to dismantle the barriers. Currently Megumi and Itadori are fighting the curse user who had the objects creating the barrier, and me and Ino are trying to fight the other two on top of the building. We were given a shock when the man Ino was battling turned into Toji Fushiguro, gaining all the power of the dead sorcerer killer. When we thought things couldn’t get worse Ino was taken out and thrown off the side of the building, knowing I didn’t stand a chance in a fight against Toji I jumped hoping Megumi or Itadori would think of a way to save both of us.

    My prediction was right as one of Megumi’s shikigami caught me and Itadori managed to catch the unconscious Ino. When we landed, the boys told me that the barrier keeping sorcerers out was dismantled. Assessing the situation I came up with a plan that should help us greatly.

    “Ok here’s what’s gonna happen. Megumi and I are going to stay here while I heal Ino enough that he can be moved safely. Itadori you are gonna go try and find wherever Gojo is sealed in Shibuya station. Once I’m sure Ino is safe to move, I’ll follow after itadori to help him out, and Megumi will take Ino to Shoko so she can finish healing him.” I said, causing both boys to look at me in shock. It was a rarity that I would take charge of a situation but there was no time to freeze up right now. Becoming focused on the task of healing my coworker I ignored the boys trusting they will follow instructions.

     After about ten minutes I was confident that Ino would be fine to move, so I sent Megumi off to find Shoko while I went after Itadori. On my way to the station I passed Inumaki using his speech to help control the crowds and protect them from the mutated humans. I stopped for a few minutes to offer help in restoring his throat so it wasn’t too damaged from his technique and then went back to going after Itadori.

     A few minutes after entering the train station, I started to hear the sound of running water. I also noticed that the area I was in was completely destroyed, thinking the two things may be connected to Itadori. I followed the sound and path of destruction. As I got closer to the bathroom I noticed a large amount of water on the floor that was tinted pink from what I’m guessing is someone’s blood. Turning towards the men’s restroom I saw a familiar head of pink hair slumped against the wall.

     “Shit, Itadori are you alright?” I received no response. I kneeled down not caring that my pants would become soaking wet, I checked his pulse with a sigh of relief that he was still alive. Assessing the damage I knew that I would have to get the bleeding in his abdomen to stop or at least slow down a bit, before I could go after the fuck who hurt my student. I began using my reversed curse technique on the boy, focused on hopefully healing him enough that Sukana doesn't see a need to make an appearance.

     As I finished healing what I could, I noticed a strange feeling in my gut. It was almost like I was anxious or scared of something. It made no sense, sure I was worried for my friends and students, and the safety of all the non sorcerer's around during this horrible attack, but this feeling was weird. The feeling was almost like it was coming from someone else. Brushing it off, not having time to deal with this, I moved to follow the wet bloody footprints leading away from the bathrooms, assuming they belonged to whoever or whatever did this to Itadori.

    Rounding the corner as the footprints became harder to follow, the feeling in my gut got worse and an emotion I could only describe as self loathing joined the anxiety and worry. I was even more confused, I had heard before that when close to your soulmate there is a chance to feel their emotions but why on earth would my soulmate be in a place like this hating themself. Once again hoping it was just my imagination I continued my search. I stopped for a second as I started to hear mumbling coming from a little alcove just in front of me along the wall.

     “I almost killed him.” I heard the voice say. I could tell whoever it was, was distressed. “How could I almost kill my own brother?” The voice kept ranting, now I was concerned, this person almost killed their own brother and was now sitting in the deepest reaches of a train station overrun with curses and mutated humans, what was wrong with them.

     I approached the alcove with caution, if this person nearly killed someone they could be extremely dangerous. “Hey, sorry to bother you, but are you Ok?” I asked as I got close enough to see a man, probably in his early to mid twenties curled up on himself. He had medium length hair pulled up in two messy buns at the back of his head, he was also wearing a white robe with a purple vest. I couldn’t quite make out his face as it was buried in his knees but as I got closer to him I could feel the copious amounts of cursed energy flowing off him. It wasn’t as intense as Gojo or Okkotsu, but he was definitely special grade.

     After a few seconds, he jumped slightly looking up at me for only a moment before going back to his rambling. It’s like he didn’t even register that I asked a question. When he looked at me I could see the long black line across his face, to some it may have been an odd feature but to me it made him look more handsome. It may be weird to say but looking at this person curled in on himself with messy hair mumbling about almost killing someone, I couldn’t help but notice he was attractive. It also didn’t help that the longer I kneeled in front of him the more I felt emotions of anxiety and doubt.

      I tried speaking to him again. “Are you ok? Is there anything I can do to help?” The anxious feelings were becoming almost too much for me to handle. If they were coming from this man infront of me I needed to calm him down soon or we would both be having a breakdown. “Just talk to me for a second, I want to make sure you’re not hurt.” That comment seemed to reach him as he stopped mumbling, looking at me and making eye contact.

      He stayed frozen looking at me with those beautiful hazel eyes, it was like he was in a trance. I was about to speak again when I decided that a good way to calm him down if I really was feeling his emotions would be doing the opposite, projecting my emotions to my soulmate. If he is the reason behind the blood drop mark on my wrist, sending positive feelings should help him relax. To my surprise as soon as I started to calm myself to a relaxed point, I could see his face settle, he no longer looked like a kicked puppy but more a confused child.

      “What did you do to me?” Was the first not mumbled sentence out of his mouth. I looked at him for a moment trying to decide how to explain what I had just figured out. 

      I settled for smiling at him before explaining gently what just happened between us. “We are soulmates, two people destined to be together. We both have a mark to represent each other somewhere on our body, like this” I showed him my wrist as I explained it all. He looked at the blood drop for a second before he moved his arm to show me his wrist. In the exact same spot was a sphere that looked fairly similar to the barriers I can create around myself.

      “So that’s what this weird mark is, Mahito tried to tell me it was nothing and to ignore it.” He spoke explaining his knowledge of the mark. I was unsure of who this Mahito was but it seemed whoever it was, was trying to hide soulmates from him. I was slightly confused how a man in his twenties didn’t know about soulmates, but that was a question for later.

      Smiling at him I continued my explanation. “In addition to the marks, when soulmates are close to each other they can feel each other's emotions and strong emotions can influence the other. That's what I did, your feelings of anxiety and doubt were becoming too strong for me to stay focused so I calmed down my own feelings enough to help calm you down.” He nodded at the explanation, looking to the side for a moment before looking back. I could tell he was still a little anxious, whether that was because of finding out about soulmate, or what happened before I found him. I was unsure but I was going to figure it out. “Now that you’ve calmed down a bit do you mind telling me what happened? Why are you hiding in this alcove?” I asked as gently as possible not wanting to send him into another panic attack.

      He paused for a second before he started to explain. “I almost killed my little brother. I didn’t know he was my brother when we started fighting but when I was about to deliver the final blow I just knew he was my brother. It was the same feeling I got when my other brothers were killed. I can’t kill my brother even if he was the one to kill our other brothers. I hurt my brother and I have to make up for that. I have to protect him.” He started rambling again, not in the mumbling manner I found him in but it was hard to follow what he was saying. “He almost died because of me, and now he’s probably bleeding out because I hurt him,  because I didn't realize who he was sooner.” That sentence caught my attention.

      I remembered what led me to this spot, to finding him. Placing my hand on his shoulder to get his attention. “Slow down for a second, who and where is your brother?” I asked hoping to not get the answer I assumed was coming.

      “Yuji Itadori is my little brother. He's in the men’s bathroom.” He answered the question and I could tell he was about to start rambling again. Squeezing his shoulder again I drew his focus back to me.

      Pushing away my concern for the fact my soulmate was working with the curse’s that organized the attack. “He’s okay, I was actually looking for him earlier and found him in the bathroom. I was able to use my reverse cursed technique to stop the bleeding and keep him from dying. But what did you mean by he’s your brother, he never talked about having any siblings? Also he killed your other brothers?” I tried to reassure that Itadori was okay, but also asked for clarification. As far as I knew Itadori’s only family was his grandfather who passed away shortly before he became a sorcerer.

      He looked at me shocked that I knew who he was talking about. “Thank you. And I don’t know how to explain how he’s my brother, I just know he is. I have such a strong connection with my brothers. I felt when Yuji and Nobara Kugisaki ended the lives of my brothers Eso and Kechizu a few weeks ago, and I felt that same feeling when I was about to kill Yuji for revenge.” He explained in the best way he could.

     I nodded in understanding, he attacked Itadori in order to get revenge for his brothers, who I’m assuming were the two curses Itadori and Nobara fought at the bridge. Thinking about it they did say that when they finished off the curses they didn’t disintegrate like a normal curse and were just bodies as if they had killed humans. If that thing was this person's brother then what are they and why does he look so normal. “I can tell you’re confused, I’m assuming you probably were there when Yuji fought my brothers and are wondering what I am.” He was right, but how could he read me so well? I just nodded at him to continue. He went on to explain that he was a cursed object for 150 years until the attack on Jujutsu tech when he and two of his brothers were stolen. He explained that Mahito the patch faced curse, used his technique to give them bodies and use them as tools to fight sorcerers. He briefly explained that they sided with the curses because his brothers wouldn’t have been accepted by humans for the way they looked and he would have rather not had to help the curse who created him.

     “What do you mean by helping the curse that created you? Didn’t you say you were a cursed object for 150 years, wouldn’t the curse who made you be exercised by now?” I asked, interrupting his explanation.

     “The curse that made me is called Kenjaku, he was once a normal human who used his innate technique to transfer his brain to others to control them. 150 years ago he took over Noritoshi Kamo, using him to experiment on my mother who was able to carry the child of a curse. He tried nine times to get a living specimen but only received nine cursed objects that received the name Death paintings, I was the first one.” He explained his creation. As he was about to continue and explain how he was supposed to be helping Kenjaku in this day and age there was loud rumbling around us.

     I stood up quickly pulling him from the alcove looking around. The building looked like it was shaking. “As much as I’d love to keep chatting, I think we should probably get out of here.” I turned to him before I started to pull him in the direction of the exit. 

     “Wait, we have to get Yuji, we can’t leave him down here.” I heard behind me.

     “Look if Yuji is still down here than Sukana has probably taken over and if that’s the case he'll be fine.” i tried to explain, but the look on his face showed he was still concerned. “Listen, I know you want to make it up to him but you can't do that if we get crushed by a collapsing train station. As soon as we get out of this we will go find him I promise. You can trust me, I'm your soulmate after all, I’ll support you through this…” I wanted to address him by name but I realized in all of his explanations he never once told me his name, then again I never told him mine so it wouldn’t have been a fair trade. Continuing to pull him out of the station I decide it’s better late than never. “By the way I’m Y/n Y/l/n, and what can I call my handsome soulmate?” I asked him, feeling him stumble at the compliment.

     “Uh Choso. My name is Choso Kamo.” He said as we exited the train station. Finally knowing my soulmate's name felt amazing for some reason. It was probably due to the years of thinking it would never happen but I knew that no matter what this crazy world throws at us next we will handle it together.

#i love soulmate au!! #ahhh and i love how reader calmed chosos emotions too #CUTE #jjk x reader #choso x reader #part 2 in the future at all??? #jujutsu kaisen