Hearing Someone When You’re Home Alone

can we talk about how nice it would be to cuddle true form sukuna? mfer could cradle you with four arms, he’s also giant and definitely warm.

heian era sukuna x reader

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when you woke up, you felt like you were trapped, unable to breathe, unable to move. opening your eyes slowly, you squint, realizing why you felt this way.

a head of spiky pink hair laid atop your chest, just barely grazing your neck and chin. sukuna was laying on top of you, his head resting right below your collarbones and his body halfway on yours.

two of his arms lay over you, one pushed up over your shoulder, tucked neatly under the pillow, the other lazily laying over your waist.

sukunas other hands lay resting on the other side of you, his top pair of arms trapping your head between them. one of his legs was tangled with yours, rendering your legs unable to move as well.

unable to do anything you simply closed your eyes, listening to sukunas light snores and the way his bare back rose ever so slightly signaling he was still breathing and alive.

his presence was calming to you, which was something you’re fairly sure only you could say. when he was around you, your body felt more at ease, feeling protected by this walking natural disaster; you weren’t scared, you could never be, in fact you were enthralled by him.

the way he looked at you, the way his hands moved up and down your body, praising you even though thousands praised him. he looked at you like you were the only person in the world, his eyes always holding a certain longing in them.

you learned to treasure these moments, sukuna rarely ever shown a “soft” side. it simply wasn’t who he was. he grew up being a feared murderer and that was who he grew into.

everyone knew sukuna as the king of curses, the embodiment of evil, an abomination, but to you, he was just sukuna.

the same sukuna who cradled you in his arms after a long day. the same sukuna who listened to you rant about your day and random topics you enjoyed. the same sukuna who would have uraume fix you the best meals, making sure to take care of you before him. the same sukuna who would kill everyone in the damn world for you.

no one saw this side of sukuna, that was a fact, you were the only exception, the only person in the entire world who could be so close to sukuna.

sukuna always made sure you knew that, telling you that no one else deserved his attention like you, how he’d kill anyone else who tried to do the same things you did.

a low groan and slight shift brought you back to reality, seeing the pink haired man move, adjusting his position. you felt him take a deep breath before turning his head to face you, propped up on his chin, his eyes examined you.

you were sure you had terrible bed head, your face felt puffy and you could feel yourself sweating but that didn’t stop him from looking at you like you were everything.

his eyes were so impossibly soft, his pupils were dialated, you were unsure whether it was from just waking up or something else. the both of you stayed silent, each of you getting refamilarized with the wrinkles and crevices of your faces.

you always thought sukunas eyes were beautiful, the deep crimson seemingly pulling you in. his eyes were captivating, so unique that even animals stop and stare.

everything about sukuna was unique. sukunas lip upturned slightly, a soft smile forming on his features. “g’morning…” he spoke right into your face, his voice deep and raspy from just waking.

you couldn’t help but smile back, swallowing as you returning the goodmorning. sukuna sighed, sounding content as his arm to the left of your face went up to cup your cheek.

you instantly leaned into his touch, his hand was rough and calloused but he touched you with such gentleness it didn’t even matter.

your mornings normally went like this, you woke up first, sukuna waking up shortly after, leading to lazy cuddles and warm bodies pressing against each other.

a comfortable silence fell over you, the two of you were lost in one another’s eyes, unable to tear away. you closed your eyes, leaning your head back before exhaling.

you could feel sukunas eyes still on you, observing sleepily. sukunas thumb starting rubbing circles into your cheeks, his hand on your waist traveling up and down.

the contact made you smile, looking down at sukuna. wiggling your arm from underneath his body you wrapped it around his back, feeling his muscles and scars from everything he’s done.

sukunas body was that of a deity. it exceeded anything close to ethereal. everything about his body was scarily strong, his arms and legs huge and powerful.

one could say having two faces and two sets of arms was weird yet it benefitted everything that he was. this man was made to be worshipped, he was something extraordinary, straight out of a fairytale.

your hand rubbed his back, his body seemed to relax even further against your touch. you were at peace, well as much peace as one could be squished under four hundred pounds of pure muscle.

now sukuna closed his eyes, copying your actions from earlier as his pushed his face into your chest, taking deep breathes, just enjoying the moment with you.

sukuna always slept with his shirt off, whether it was a preference or it was for you, you didn’t know, but he did. you recalled hearing him say something along the lines of enjoying the feeling of his bare skin against you, but you might’ve dreamt that.

every chance sukuna got he tried to be impossibly close to you, his hands lingering on your hips, cupping your cheek, holding your hand, kissing your knuckles, hugging you.

his favorite thing was to be with you; killing people who pissed him off was close second, and eating those people was third. when sukuna was away from you his mood plummeted, he acted like a completely different person the moment you were more than ten feet away from him.

you’ve brought this up before, but he simply shrugs it off, ignoring it in a way. you thought it’s because he didn’t want to admit to being clingy, scratch that, you knew it was because he didn’t want to admit to being clingy.

he would never say such foolish words yet here was, pressed up against you, arms wrapped around you tightly with his face pushed into your chest.

moving your hand up his back you reached his hair, gently combing the pink locks, scratching his head tenderly. sukuna groaned into your sheet, taking in a deep breath before exhaling.

sukuna loved breathing in your smell, there was something about it that made him feel giddy, excited even. he loved holding you in his lap, simply holding his face in your neck as he inhaled your scent.

when he’s stressed or frustrated about something going on, your scent would bring him back to earth, helping him focus and be more alert from you just being next to him.

your body always brought him back to his senses, whether it be the softness of your hands on his body or the hugs you give him. he couldn’t get enough of you.

sometimes he wondered if you put him under a spell, that maybe you had some technique that causes him to act like this. he was not used to feeling so… so strongly about someone.

the way his heart would beat faster when you were around, the way his stomach gets queasy when you touch him, the way you intoxicate him with every little thing about you.

he often thinks about what he’ll do when you’ll die, hell if you get killed, many people have it out for sukuna and he was constantly on edge fearing that you were in danger.

he hated when you were away from him, scared you weren’t going to come back. he would even go as far as to send uraume to watch you from a distance, not wanting to take any chances.

he cared about you and it hurt him. it hurt him how you were leverage against him, something that made him weak, something that could be used against him.

none of this mattered right now because you were in his arms, protected from all danger. as long as he was here you wouldn’t have so much as a scratch on you, and if you were to return injured, even something as little as a scratch, the thing that caused it would be in for a new world of pain.

his hands held you tighter, pulling you closer to him. as long as he had you here, he didn’t have to worry. he was fine because you were cuddled up against him.

you felt yourself growing tired again because sukunas warm weighted blanket-esk body was on top of you, not that you were complaining but you really didn’t wanna go back to sleep.

not like you had any say in the matter, as long as sukuna sleeps, you sleep, even if he didn’t join you until 1 or 2 in the morning.

sukuna shuffled above you, extending his leg further over yours to make double sure you weren’t going anywhere, even though he knew you’d never try.

his hands return to their normal places as sukuna feels his eyes growing heavy again. he could worry about you when he was awake and you were out of his arms.

until then though, he was happy, happy being in your arms as you were in his.

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yeah uhm, I freaking love sukuna and had this idea at 3am. i’m tired and don’t feel like proofreading so if it sucks, sowwy!

that’s all.

NOW PLAYiNG . . . “ONLYFANS”

HELPING THEM THEIR ONLY FANS FEAT. choso kamo, kento nanami, toji fushiguro

WARNiNGS. femreader(she/her), recording, hand job, msub, femdom, ruined org, cock slap, public sex, namis an exhabitionist, mean dom nami, bisexual toji, mean dom toji, squirting, wc. note hiii hiiii im on a writing high and i plan to take advantage of it while it lasts. ty guys sm for all the support!!! i’m surprised so many of you guys actually enjoy my writing cries. anyways! my requests are open and as always feedback + reblogs are greatly appreciated!! ty and enjoy my pretties. also pt2 maybe???

CHOSO KAMO / @THECHOSOKAM (TOP 2.5%) specializes in msub content ranging from overstimulating himself with his favorite toys to collabs with femdom creators

“EVENING EDGING SESSION WITH MY HORNY ROOMMATE”

choso was very open to you about his career.

of course, at first, he was nervous to bring it up to you because of its nature, but you were very accepting. before you signed the lease and officially became his roommate, he set some boundaries for recording to ensure you were comfortable.

he never recorded his collabs at the apartment in respect of you, acknowledging how awkward it would be. but late at night, when he thought you were asleep, you could always hear him making his solo content. hear how he’d beg and beg so desperately for permission, promising to be a good boy, hear the sinful squelching of his drooling cock when he lazily fucked his tight fist whimpering, “wish you were here taking care of me”

so naturally, you got curious and checked it out for yourself. god, were you surprised. he looked so pretty. his pale bare skin flushing delicate pinks when he was touched and edged how he liked. so, so needy and slutty, always drooling and whimpering for the camera.

he ended up asking for your help one day because the person he was supposed to collab with “canceled” and he needed to get a video out that week. he went into your room so hard, cock tugging and pulling at his sweats before he even asked, so you found his reason hard to believe

but, of course, you agreed to help! that’s what friends are for.

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after flicking on the camera, choso quickly shuffles to where you’re sat pretty on his bed, pink plastered all over his soft, puffy cheeks.

there are a few seconds of empty silence, his fan humming disturbingly in the background before he swallows, parting his puffy lips to start introducing you, but really, there’s no need for that.

you interrupt him, telling him to “sit” pointing in between the fat of your parted thighs before hooking them around his to keep him nice and spread for you, your ankles sinking into his mattress— digging your chin into his shoulder to watch just how messy his pretty cock gets.

choso dryly laughs out an “eager?” to cover up the cute little whine that tumbles past his lips when you start to nibble on his slender neck.

and yeah, you were. after watching, hearing him who wouldn’t be?

his tease prompts a hum as you reach over to grab at the hem of his loose shirt, tearing it off to reveal his washboard abs, “you seem more excited though, cho. look at you”

the print on his pants keeps growing and growing, your palm lightly grazing his thick bulge slowly while you lick at the lobe of his sensitive ear, making warmth spread across his tummy.

“fu- fuck, please d-”

your right hand moves to slap over his mouth, “so noisy” but you smile, lifting the corners of your lips, when you feel him warmly lap at your palm “be quiet, yeah? i’ll make you feel good, so just sit pretty f’me”

choso has been dying for you to fuck him since you first moved in— eyeing you on the walk from the shower to your room, praying your loosely wrapped towel would just fall, touching himself to the thought of you choking around his thick cock, having to cut out so much footage from his videos because he keeps moaning your fucking name.

his cock slaps against his chest so greedily with a soft pat when you tug at the stretchy hem of his pants, “‘m so- fucking hard for you” choso sighs, tip already leaking down his length.

you meanly circle your finger around his head— making his hips jerk up, before moving the hand he’s been drooling all over like a dumb mutt to wrap around his cock.

and he fucking throbs in your grasp, pretty whimpers slipping past his puffy lips, looking up to make eye contact with the camera— his mouth slightly open, heart eyes low-lidded like a picture-perfect slut, the prettiest to ever do it.

his sticky pre-cum drips so much more with every quick flick of your wrist, slickening your palms alongside his watery spit. fucking into your fist, he’s so close already, so so close, “feels so good, shi- shit im gonna cum”

“yeah? gonna cum for me?”

he’s nodding feverishly, his back arching against your chest so prettily. but you know what he likes, what his followers are there for. so you pull off, watching the way his cock twitches, hips bucking up into the air, and oh-

oh, he’s cumming untouched, thin ropes of opaque white spraying all over his heaving chest. his head slumps forward, his shoulders caving in. he’s hiding himself, embarrassment crawling over his face.

“fu- hah, i didn’t m-“

you just tut, slapping at his sensitive cock, making him flinch, tearing a filthy dragged-out moan from him. “who said you could cum?”

RESULT: 🗨️ 873 ♡ 79K

KENTO NANAMI / @YOURPERVYBOSS (TOP 2%) never shows his face. he records from the neck down usually sporting a freshly pressed suit. sometimes, he writes nsfw scripts in his free time.

“SLUTTY SECRETARY GETS POUNDED BY BOSS”

your boss, nanami was a very quiet, private man. he would come in the morning, have a short meeting with the staff, then excuse himself to his office for the rest of the day. seeing him on the floor was rare— you and your coworkers even made a game out of it: whoever saw him first would get a free meal the next time you all went out.

so when you stumbled in on him jerking off in the family restroom, phone set up again on the sink with his suit pants just barely pushed down to free his cock, you didn’t know how to react.

your mouth just fell open, eyes growing wide before he rushed to cover himself up. he apologized profusely and all you could do was nod, still in shock.

later that night, on twitter, you saw him in a video captioned “getting caught”

next thing you knew you were conversing through dms about the possibility of making content together.

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“sir please” your begging is muffled around nanami’s thick fingers— they’re shoved knuckles deep in your mouth because “you’re too fucking loud” yours curved, skin stretching around the edge of the sink as he fucks into you.

your eyes keep darting from his phone, where you watch yourself get fucking ruined from the back, your makeup running, hair mussed, button-up top ripped open revealing your pretty tits, to the restroom door which he left unlocked— purposefully because the thought of someone walking in makes his cock fucking throb.

you can’t deny it turns you on too with how your pussy leaks around him so messily— creamy rings of white hugging the base of his cock, strings of your slick connecting him to your ass every time he slides out before pushing back into your greedy pussy, leaking all over his suit.

he grunts when you squeeze around him at the sound of someone nearing the bathroom. your heart rate speeding up, but fuck, he’s hitting that spongy spot so perfectly with his pretty mushroom tip you feel your fears, forcefully leaving you with every deep stroke, getting replaced with the carnal need to be full of him.

“what a fucking whore. look at you” nanami’s hand moves to clench at the hinge of your jaw, forcing you to look at the mirror, “begging your boss to fuck you, how fucking filthy. play with that clit, wanna feel it”

you whine at his dirty, dirty, mean words, before obediently moving your little fingers to rub soft circles into your nubby clit, and he’s groaning in your ear at how you’re milking him for all he’s worth.

then there’s a knock at the door— you freeze. blood rushing to your head, but nanami doesn’t care, no. he grabs a fist full of your hair before pulling you to his chest. “just because there’s an audience doesn’t mean you fucking stop”

RESULT: 🗨️ 376 ♡ 54k

TOJI FUSHIGURO / @XGTOJI (TOP 1%) is a fan favorite because of how nasty and rough he gets. records himself fucking various other creators and fans— men and women.

“CUTE FAN SQUIRTS AND BEGS ME TO CUM DEEP IN HER PUSSY”

you have been a big fan of toji for some time now. liking every post, even retweeting, commenting how badly you wanted him inside you. albeit jokingly, toji couldn’t help but notice you.

he thought your loyalty was cute and deserving of a reward. he fucked fans all the time, which aided in his popularity because people felt they had a chance, but you never expected it to be you.

after commenting on his newest post for the nth time, he dmed you, “let me fuck you as thanks for all the support over the years”

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“‘s to- too much, oh my god”

toji barks out a laugh, his chest rumbling as he bullies his cock deeper and deeper into your weeping hole— his previous loads oozing out, dripping down his heavy balls, slapping against your clit with every fluid roll of his hips, “god?”

“your god’s not gonna help you, bun. fucking take it. been wanting it for so long now you’re tryna run”

which, he’s right. you’ve fantasized about him fucking you so many times with little fingers shoved deep in your cunt, but now that he’s actually inside you— splitting your poor little pussy in half, you can help but cry out— fisting the sheets so tightly it burns.

his camera rests on his nightstand, his viewers watching from the back so they can’t see your face per your request, but they can hear how your wet pussy takes him in and spits him back out, hear you squeal and cry for him. hear you fucking beg.

toji’s thick hand slides over the curve of your waist, moving to push on your tummy, making you arch and scream, your eyes screwing shut as clear liquids push him out your sopping pussy— your weak and limp body twitching against his soaked sheets underneath you.

“atta fucking girl,” he groans, pulling you up by your waist to keep fucking into you, slapping his heavy cock against your swollen folds, sliding it against your clit. even now, sinking back into your cunt, you’re so tight— making him dig into your waist, grounding himself as he bottoms out once again.

“do it again, you’re so fucking messy shit, mama. who would’ve thought”

he slaps at your ass making your body jerk, but you’re gone— mouth hanging open, eyes rolled to the depths of your skull, leaving you limp like a toy for toji to just fuck into. and he does exactly that, using you to reach his high but not without making you squirt for him again and again.

RESULT: 🗨️ 1.3k ♡ 103k

Jujutsu Kaisen Men + How they'd moan w/audios.

Tw - dirty talk, assplay in Suguru's, daddy kink in Nanami's, (Got a bit carried away in the geto one haha) also not proofread cause I got tired.

A/n this was requested so tysm to the person that requested it but a part of it is kinda a repost because I've already done something similar before but I hope you guys like it! Gojo, Geto, Toji, Choso, Nanami

Gojo Satoru

This is how Gojo sounds when he's close. (Ik this because he fucked me before so you can trust me on this)

He's very loud when he fucks you and he'd also whisper a lot of nasty shit to your ears while he's rutting his hips inside you, fucking you deeper into the bed while he has your legs over his shoulders, hissing and groaning at the way your tight cunt sucks him in so well, while your sinking your freshly manicured nails that he paid for into his back, decorating it with angry red marks and when he's close he'd be panting and breathing heavily on top of you, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead onto you from how much he's been fucking you.

"Fuckfuckfuck gonna fill you up so good baby, m'gonna stuff you so full of my cum, bet you'll like that yeah?".

Geto Suguru

This is how Suguru sounds while you're riding him in cowgirl position, he has a clear view of the way his cock slides into your soaked cunt every time you bounced on it, he just can't take his eyes off of it, the way your cunt would swallow his cock in and the way your ass jiggles every time you moved your hips, it was so hot. One thing that really caught his eye though was the way your asshole looked so neglected and desperate to be filled, he thought this would be the perfect opportunity to try something.

he spat on his right thumb, making sure to gets his spit all over it to use as lube before circling it around your hole, spreading his spit all around it then sinking his thumb slowly into the tight rim. He hisses as he felt how tight your ass was, clammed around his finger. He noticed how you started slowing down, and how your moans got so much louder, he lands a sharp slap on your ass. "Fuckkk sweetheart k-keep going, Fuck yeah, keep bouncing on my cock, yesss that's it, don't worry princess I'll make you feel s'good". He groans, feeling your cunt fluttering and cleaching around his cock.

He starts thumbing your ass, fucking his finger in and out of you matching your rhythm. "Holy fuck need you to cum, Be a good girl and cum f'me yeah?". He hisses, feeling you thrusting your hips faster and faster onto him, your brain gets all fuzzy and blank it was too much, both of your holes were getting stuffed and penetrated. You start feeling yourself getting closer and closer as you bounced yourself on top of him. "F-fuck sugu gonna cum, M'gonna cum!" you cried out. "Go ahead, cream on my cock baby you can do it fuckk", and that's all you needed to hear before you came undone, creaming all over his cock, rings of your nut appearing at the base of his cock, his thumb still buried in your ass to the hilt. He lets out a loud groan, looking at how your creamy cunt covered in cum. "Good fucking girl, see the mess you made on my cock baby?".

Toji Fushiguro

This is how he sounds when he's close, he doesn't really make that much noise while he's fucking you, maybe you'd earn a few groans and grunts once in a while because of your cunt but most of the time it's just dirty talk.

But when he's close, he gets so much louder and faster, he picks up his pace, hammering into you harder from behind while your face is buried into the pillow beneath you and landing harsh slaps onto the soft flesh of your ass while looking down to watch it jiggle everytime he thrust his hips against you. the sound of his cum filled balls that's waiting to be emptied inside your little cunny, slapping against your clit filling the room with each thrust along with your muffled moans. Your cunt was clamping around him like crazy because one thing about Toji, he always fucks you so good every damn time.

"Holy fucking shit, tight little cunt milking my cock so well, you gonna give me another kid baby or what?".

Choso Kamo

This is how he'd moan while you're on your knees sucking his cock and he's getting close; he'd be whimpering and moaning loudly while saying stuff like "pleasepleaseplease m'so close don't stop please" with tears prickling from his eyes while he's looking down at you. He begs you alot and he's also really sensitive so that makes him moan and whimper even more.

Nanami Kento

This is how he sounds when he's ramming his cock up into your poor messy cunny in his work office, purposely molding your tight hole into the shape of his thick girth as his large beefy hands gripping onto the back your thighs to hold your legs up into a full nelson-type positon but the difference is that he's sitting down and your back is leaning against his board chest.

His thrusts was hard and fast as he continues feeding your greedy tight cunt with his fat cock, loud pants and groans escaping his lips at the way your cunt tightens around his cock while he stretches you out. "Hah- oh fuckk such a good little slut, taking daddy's cock so well, s'good f'me baby". His deep and husky voice made you throbbing around his cock while he ruins you.

It isn’t until you’re laid out underneath him, face burrowed in Nanami’s neck, hands gripping onto his biceps for dear life as he ruts into you, that you notice it.

Right there, where the peak of his shoulder meets his trap muscle, the pale skin decorated with hundreds of small freckles, appears an unnatural, angry indentation.

As you feel his cockhead ram into your cervix over and over, you fixate on this point, eyes going a tad cross eyed as you process what’s in front of you.

“The sword I carry on my back and my duty as a sorcerer is the cross I choose to bear.”

You don’t notice the small bead of drool that escapes the corner of your mouth, or the way your hand instinctively wraps around from behind his back to press the pad of your middle finger into the small divot.

Your eyes widen and your pussy pulses at the small whimper he gives you in response.

Your touches are light at first, but you need to know more. Holding fully onto his shoulder now, you press two of your fingers firmly into his meaty flesh.

The noise that escapes his mouth in reaction to your touch is uncharted territory. Somewhere between a moan and a cry, Nanami folds you fully into a mating press, snapping his hips into you unrestrained.

You understand completely—the mental, emotional and physical toll his line of work has on his being. He is the strongest man you know, but even he needs support. That is your duty, and you give it your all.

“That’s it, that’s it, Ken,” you coo while wrapping both hands around him, pressing with all your strength into his shoulders as he cries out, “release all your tension. Give everything to me, I can take it.”

It isn’t long until he’s dumping all of his thick seed into you, coating your slick walls. He collapses on top of you, more small spurts escaping in the aftershocks.

Wanting to keep him close, you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his torso, giving his whole body a playful squeeze. His half-hard length remains in you, keeping you plugged with his essence. You can feel the pressure of a small bulge inside your lower tummy. You’re full of him, just how you like.

Nanami softy clears his throat, willing himself to speak.

“Do you, uh, do you mind massaging my shoulders while we lay here? Your touch is heavenly, darling.”

You smile and hum in response, softy beginning to work at him while he shifts lower to take one of your nipples gently in his mouth.

For hours you two lay there while he softy suckles your tits and you relieve any remaining tension in his body. Every once in a while, he slowly grinds his cock into you, brining you both to multiple climaxes over the course of your lazy afternoon together.

Lying To Himself

Content: in which toji is left alone and how he deals with your temporary absence

You have to leave for two weeks, something about a mission in another city. Your boyfriend, Toji, swears it'll be okay, even insists that time will pass by in a blink of an eye. 

“‘m not a fucking child, ma. I’ll be fine. Just take care, yeah?”

And so, you peck him on his lips and wave goodbye before you get in the car. Then you’re disappearing in the distance. Toji shrugs, going back in feeling pretty excited to have the house to himself for two weeks — this has never happened before. As he sits on the couch, bottle of beer in one hand and tv remote on the other, he thinks about all the things he can do now.

The toilet seat can stay up, the bins will be full for longer, same goes for the dirty dishes in the sink, and he can watch whatever he wants; no more of those sappy romcoms with predictable plots and cheesy lines. 

“’s gonna be fun,” he mutters, a growing grin on his face. 

A couple days pass in relative silence, he stays out late, sleeps till noon and eats all the junk you’ve banned from the house. Toji cooks all the steak he wants and leaves the beer bottles to collect dust on the coffee table. And he accepts every invitation from his buddies to go out for drinks, watch basketball at the bar, and plays a couple games too.

He stays up all night, on the evenings he's not getting stupid drunk, playing videogames -- the violent ones you cringe at. During the day, he walks around the place in just his boxers, sometimes not even that, and it's liberating. All a man needs is to be free to balls naked in their own kitchen.

"You're not missing her at all?" Shiu asks, smoke blowing in his face as they stand in the back alley, leaning against the wall of the bar.

Toji snorts. "What am I? Five years old? I can last a couple weeks without being sappy."

His friend gives him a look, half of amused, half disbelieving and a hundred percent smug. None of them miss the death grip he has on his phone, the way his knee is bouncing, and how he isn't even looking at the hot chicks that sway their asses as they walk by.

It’s been great. Really fucking great. 

You haven’t been texting much. Sure, you check in here and there, letting him know you’re alright, you’re safe, and makings sure he’s watered your plants. However, there are rarely any opportunities for phone calls longer than five minutes, no FaceTime either, and sometimes he goes to sleep without a ‘goodnight’ from you. 

It’s fine. 

At least, he can sleep at whatever time he wants without you whining about needing cuddles.

More days pass just like that. 

And now he’s rarely leaving the house, finding his drunk friends boring, obnoxious loud, and suddenly he's realised they’re kinda fucking stupid. He starts to get sick of all the steak and fried chicken and takeaway, and instead he’ll text you for the recipe of your lasagne or that smoothie you make him in the morning that’s always greener than the last. 

His feet tap on the floor when you don’t reply straight away. And when his phone lights up, he practically dives for it and grips it tight in his palm, screen threatening to crack, when it’s not from you. 

“God fucking dammit, Shiu. Don’t fucking talk to me if it’s not important.”

The movies he’s been dying to watch are pretty shit. There’s no depth, no proper pacing, and the dialogue’s cheesy as fuck. Usually, you’d throw popcorn at the screen and complain about all those things, but he finds that he has to mutter them to himself for white noise. Even smirks when he thinks he got it exactly right, guessing what you’d say. 

“She’d totally find that shit stupid. And that blood looks fake. It’s like they didn’t even try.”

Most of the phone calls on his history log are from him, more reds than greens. What the fuck have they got you doing over there anyways? 

When you do reply to his ‘g’night’ and ‘hey, sleep well?’, he’ll have a go at you for taking so damn long. It’s just fucking ridiculous that you’re clearly sleeping well when he has to hit the gym and tire himself out to even get an hour of shut eye. Sometimes, he can’t even get any and he just paces the length of the living room waiting for a notification from you to pop up. 

“Fucking come on! Y'r phone better be dead or something.”

Toji hates having dinner on the table; the seat opposite him is empty, the placemat bare and he feels a freaky fucking soreness in his chest. When that happens, he never finishes his dinner. Must be a symptom of early heart disease. Gotta talk to the doctors about that. 

Eventually, you find time to speak to him for an hour, recounting all the crazy things you’ve seen and had to do. He doesn’t interrupt, he just grunts here and there, not even really listening but he urges you to keep talking when there’s a pause, like you’re unsure if you’re talking too much. And when you try to turn the conversation on him, asking about his day, he gives one word answers and then throws you another question. 

“Yeah?” He grunts. “What else? Speak up, ma. Wanna hear ya. D’ya go to that shop? Yeah? Y’ buy anything? Send me a picture.”

The guys at work know better than to open their fat mouths around him when he turns up with an extra wrinkle and a ticking in his jaw. Toji is somehow even more sadistic and violent and eager for blood. Even finally accepts their invitation to go out for drinks and drowns himself in the extra strong shit. Assuming he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, they don’t question his sour mood. 

But what they don’t know is that you texted to let him know you’re staying another week. 

Fucking texted. 

Didn’t even get to hear it from your own voice. 

He buries himself in more work and stays at the gym for even longer, pushing his body so far, his mind quiets down and he don’t gotta think about the fact that he’s started sleeping on your side of the bed, that the house is losing your scent, and that divot on the couch where you always sat has flattened out. 

The day comes, though, when you’re finally returning home. 

“Y’ sure? Not gonna flake again? Be fucking sure, ma. Alright, get back safe.”

Toji throws all the rubbish out, washes the dishes and dries them, double checks that the toilet seat is down, and he’s followed your recipe for beef stew to the letter — it’s cooking in the oven, and it looks fucking great. Even exfoliated in the shower like you’ve been asking him to, almost took off an entire layer of skin. He doesn’t want to admit he feels pretty fucking fresh. 

The door handle rattles. 

He sits up. And then stands. Walks over to the front door, arms crossing and then uncrossing. 

You’re here. 

“Hey, Toji—“

Your greeting is smothered in his chest as he threatens to suffocate you with the hardest bear hug in the whole world. And though he’d never hurt you, if you weren’t a sorcerer, you’d have been in big trouble. 

“Y’ hungry? Or y’ wanna shower first?”

His hands are all over you, lifting your chin to search your face for any scratches, even squishes your cheeks to be sure, and he’s patting you down for bruises or just to make sure all your limbs are intact. There’s a frown on his lips and it’s pretty darn cute. 

“Aw, Toji, baby. Did you miss me?”

“No.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re not a child, blah blah blah.”

Walking past him to take your shoes off, hang your coat and roll your suitcase to the side, you’re inhaling the air and moaning about the delicious food in the oven. Oh, God. You’ve been craving homemade food for so long now. You might actually die if you don’t eat. 

“Come here.” Your eyes dart to him, still standing by the doorway, fists clenching and unclenching. Toji looks furious. You look closer. No, he looks…embarrassed? “Said come here, ma.”

“Why?” You ask, head titling in curiosity and slight suspicion. 

He grunts. “What? I gotta spell it out for ya?”

Laughing, you tap your foot on the ground and retort back, “Yeah, you might because you need to have a good reason from keeping me from both a good shower and a warm meal.”

Toji rolls his eyes and stalks over to you, yanking you back to his chest so he can wrap his arms around you and keep you still. It’s much softer than before, but you feel the same sense of passion, something that verges on desperation.

It’s almost like…

No. 

It can’t be. 

Oh, but when you feel his face bury itself in your neck and you hear that long inhale, followed by a deep groan vibrating through his chest, you’re absolutely sure. 

Toji missed you. 

An overwhelming feeling of love fills you, so does a sense of victory, and you just hug him back, inhaling deeply too. He smells like home, like reluctant cuddles, pats on the ass, and early morning sex. You thought you’d have the most trouble in the two weeks, which turned into three, but as it turns out, he didn’t fare much better. 

Though he’d never admit it with his own mouth, his body betrays him.

Toji doesn’t let you get very far without a hand on you somehow, whether that’s a hand on your thigh as you eat dinner side by side, instead of across from each other, or you sitting on his lap as you watch the movie you want to watch. He even waits on the toilet lid as you shower, though that only lasts a couple minutes before he’s stripping and joining you. 

“Y’r not washing y’r hair right,” he tuts. 

Getting into bed is even worse because he’s practically lying on top of you the whole night, still sniffing your neck, and with his hands exploring your body. Not really in a sexual way, which is odd for him, but as if he just wants to feel you. He wants to feel your warmth, your softness, and reassure himself you’re home. 

Soon, he’s out cold and you mumble a goodnight against his forehead.

He wakes up feeling completely refreshed, like a newborn, stretching and grinning about getting ready with the day, and frowns when you’re still fast asleep. Part of him wants to make sure you’re getting your rest, but that part doesn’t win for very long and the much bigger part is shaking you awake.

“Come on, ma. Fucking bored here. Wake up, yeah? Let’s get some breakfast. Wanna talk to ya.” 

And when you do wake up, grumbling at how loud he’s being, he ignores the glares you’re giving and the swatting of his hands. Toji gives you a rare, wide, toothy smile and he says, 

“There’s my gorgeous girl. Good morning, baby.”

Yeah, this man totally missed you. 

Soooo random but

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

Crybaby Choso

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

when they notice you haven’t been eating

Nanami, Gojo, Megumi and Suguru

(Will link part 2 later)

YOU'RE NOT FINE. I CAN SEE IT.

cw: hurt/comfort, stablished relationship. ch: choso, kento, suguru, sukuna, ijichi, satoru, toji.

an: i will love to hear your ideas if you have some. making smaus is so fun.

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kento comes back home from work and the first thing he sees is your crying face as you sob on the couch in the living room, holding onto one of your husband's sweaters. his first reaction is to immediately run over to you and wrap you in a tight hug.

you have been feeling down lately and you’ve been crying a lot, but you’ve been trying hiding your sadness away from him because you don't want to worry him. you know kento has a lot to worry about on his plate, so the last thing you want is to add up to his burden.

however, unknowingly to you, kento has heard your small cries all along, and it has pained him every time. but whenever he asks you if you're okay you'd always reply that you're fine and there's nothing for him to worry about with a little smile.

"life's too hard, ken. i keep saying that i have to be strong, but i just can't do it." you've tried your best, you really have. but at that moment you've finally reached your breaking point, and you can no longer bottle your feelings up.

your tears that have been kept inside for too long begin to heavily fall down your red cheeks like a rainfall as you rest your head on kento's broad, firm chest. your arms wrapped around his torso for dear life. he pats your head with one hand, as his other one rubs your back up and down in a soothing motion, you begin to calm down as the crying slowly stops. he breaks the hug and cups your face in his hands, his thumbs gently caress your hot cheeks as he wipes away the remaining tears.

"you've been holding on for too long now, have you, dear?" kento whispers softly against your ears. his tone is so gentle and comforting, like a warm blanket on a cold day. the look in his eyes is as soft as a feather.

“but i’m here for you, and always will be. you’re okay now, it'll be okay, my love.” kento reassures your as he tenderly kisses your temple, and you finally smile genuinely again for the first time in a while.

“i love you, so so much, kento.” you hum softly as you confess your love to your husband. he leans in, closing the gap between the two of you. his lips find home onto yours as they collide in a deep kiss that is so tender, so intimate and so affectionate.

“i love you too, my one and only, my darling.”

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