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sooo….working on a oneshot with pirate!choso x mermaid!reader. just finished the exposition, finally check the word count and im only at 1300 words. mind you, im already 2/3 done now that im finished w/ expo. 4 pages and only 1300 words…

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Hii cutie, this is probably a long shot but I was just sending an message to see if you are still writing!!

I loved your sukuna and blind reader one shots, they were so cute.

If not no worries I hope you’re doing okay <3 feel free to shoot me a message if so!!

Have a good day love!

hiii pookie!

my computer never showed me any inbox messages so im sorry for replying late but tysm for this message! i loved writing sukuna and blind reader theyre def my fav thing ive written ^‿^ so im glad you love it! i will say that i do take a LONG time to post fics and that mainly falls on me not being able to finish the thousands of drafts i have lol. so im def still writing it just takes me way longer than other jjk writers here! hope youre having an amazing day/night!💛

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˚ ༘ ೀ tiger!sukuna x lioness!reader

˚ ༘ ೀ synopsis: you groom sukuna

˚ ༘ ೀ cw: mentions of blood/guts so slight gore ig, mentions of spit i think

The stench of blood filled your nose within minutes of Sukuna stepping inside. You’d told him countless times before, if he was to go out on a violent rampage, at least wash himself after! 

Your tail flicked in agitation as he flopped down on the futon next to you, accidentally flicking a fleck of remains onto your cheek.

That was the last straw.

You grab the collar of his robe, tugging him towards you. Before he could protest, you dragged your barbed tongue along his cheek, wiping away any remnants of his victims. 

You thought he’d shove you off or growl as a warning. Surprisingly, he sat patiently as you moved from his face to where his robe failed to shield his torso.

“You do this everytime, woman,” he let out a short huff, flicking his striped ear.

“Yet, everytime, you still come back filthy,” you retorted, yet your words came out slightly mumbled as you continued grooming him.

Finally, you finish with one last, long slurp. You hummed in approval, looking at the now damp feline.

You stretched as you got up, making your way to the bathroom before–

“Where do you think you’re going?” Sukuna wrapped a clawed hand around your wrist, pulling you back down against him. He wrapped both of his arms around your waist before starting to groom you now.

With a quick flash of his fangs, he murmured in your ear, 

“My turn.”

˚ ༘ ೀ a/n: not proofread so sorry for any mistakes. randomly thought about this two days ago(love me some hybrid jjk au)--also is it just me or has anyone else been really tired lately (￣﹃￣)

requests are open! ty for reading and have a good day/night

divider by @angeliicide

(please do not plagiarize/copy, or feed into any generative ai)

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drabble: toji tries to take care of the kid while wife!reader is away on a trip

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“C’mon, sweetie, we’ve been doing this for the past half hour. Let’s just pull it up, we’re running late–”

“No..! Mommy does it in two like this!” Tsumiki held up her hair in two loose pig tails in the mirror, frustratingly shaking them in emphasis to her father before letting them fall down at her side.

You’d just left on a girls’ trip the day before–one that you desperately needed. Your husband Toji assured you that he could ‘handle the two brats’(the brats in question being your seven year old son and four year old daughter). You’ve never been away for long since the two were born, however, always present to keep your anarchic family intact. 

Taking care of Megumi wasn’t difficult at all, the stoic child being surprisingly easy to understand. Though when his younger sister Tsumiki came into the world, you found yourself now working overtime, much to your husband’s dismay. He hated seeing you push yourself, attempting to carry the burden of raising yall’s two children alone. The quiet exhaustion, the ever-growing bruises growing deeper under your eyes from lack of sleep. . .yeah, it was best you went out of town. 

Toji was sure he could hold down the fort while you were gone. Sure, he wasn’t as hands on as you were, but he was certain he didn’t impregnate you just for shiggles.. A son who barely talked and a daughter who didn’t do anything but talk. How hard could it be?

. . .

An exasperated Toji found himself rethinking that same question after spending thirty minutes in the bathroom.The usually bright and bubbly girl was now pouting in the mirror, tears swelling up in her large, brown eyes. She didn’t understand why he couldn’t do it the way her Mommy did–effortly with ease, even putting in the extra mile to put colorful glitter and cute barrettes in her hair on certain occasions. She grew tired of standing in the terribly lit bathroom, her legs felt like jelly and her scalp was starting to throb. Her chubby fingers met Toji’s, lightly nudging her father’s hands away from her aching head. 

Megumi–’the moody one’ as Toji put it–was now standing in the bathroom doorway, holding a bowl of cornflakes and grinning smugly as he watched his idiot father struggle putting his younger sister’s hair in two. He leaned against the doorframe as though he were watching an in-house circus.

“I can do it if you want,” he suggested, shoveling a spoonful of cereal in his mouth. Toji waved him off, tsking, “I can do her damn hair, s’just..taking longer than I expected.” He sighed, beginning to brush back his daughter’s hair, separating it in two with his hands. He fumbled with the hair ties, blaming them under his breath for being so damn flimsy before deciding to start all over again when his daughter’s face didn’t change from her saddened expression.

His final straw was ten minutes later when one of the ties snapped, popping his wrist, leaving a slight red mark. That coupled with the sudden realization that they were now an entire hour behind for school left him with one logical conclusion left. 

“Fuck it!” he yelled, accidentally startling Tsumiki. “No school today!” He threw his arms up before storming out.

Six more days until she comes back…. he thought.

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sorry for being away for so long but im back now(hopefully) tysm for 200 followers im so happy there are that many people that enjoy my fics<3.

requests are open, writing tips/feedback is appreciated! have a good day/night

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Can I req choso reacting to his gf using their safe word?? 💓

A/N: AHHHH OMG FIRST REQUEST TY FOR REQUESTING THIS POOKIE(sorry if this is too short, i was lowk struggling writing this) also i was looping safeword by tv girl when proofreading this

'remember your safeword'

▌using you and your bf's safeword

you thought it would be over by now.

you’d been riding your boyfriend, choso, for what felt like years now. your inner thighs that had at first been tingling with pleasure now ached and throbbed each time his pierced cock was dragged along your bruised walls.

presently overwhelmed with the scent of sweat and sex, the only noise you picked up being the soft grunts and words of praise that you now slowly started to drown out. 

you had been trying to reach your peak since you climbed on top of him. Always just slightly reaching it, the sharp tingling within your sex, the oncoming trembling of your thighs. but everytime you were ready for your eyes to roll back, or for your jaw to fall slack to let out a shark gasp, it slowly dissipated. but, for choso? he had cum so many times he started to shoot blanks inside you. but he begged for you to keep going. “c’mon, pretty girl. . .just one for me, yeah? ” he pleaded, his tatted hand sneaking behind to grab a fistful of your ass.

his words were getting harder to make out as your pace became slow and sloppy, your legs barely managing to land back on the bed–too weak to properly hold yourself up. your throat was dry from every strangled moan choso drew out of you; you could feel your legs going numb from the amount of overwork and stimulation you were condemning your body to. 

tears pricked at your waterline, threatening to fall on your boyfriend’s ridged abdomen. for a split second, he noticed the wet lines that stained your flushed cheeks, which he interpreted as you just being too ‘fucked out’. 

before anymore tears could spill, you felt him wrapping his arms around your waist, peppering kisses from your collarbone to the soft formation of your breasts. though you could barely speak a word, you were thankful in that moment of the soft love he was now providing your sore body..

unfortunately, it was cut short by the small, sharp amount of pain you now felt forming along your breasts. admist crashing down on his throbbing cock, he had your nipple between his fingers, pinching it harshly. that was your breaking point.

with as much breath you could muster–and despite the unbearable burning feeling that rose in your larynx– you sobbed out, “purple!”

it was broken; and what felt like a cry for help to you was realistically a low whisper. nevertheless, he heard it. you knew he did when you immediately felt empty below, no longer feeling anything between your sore thighs. 

the feeling you could now register was choso’s hand on both sides of your tear-stricken face, his face now wearing a worried expression, his brows furrowed in confusion. “what’s wrong? did i do something?” he rubbed your cheeks softly, kissing your forehead.

with a harsh hiccup, you rested your forehead on his shoulder, utterly exhausted. “i’m sorry,–hic!–i just–it started hurting and i tried to keep going because i knew you were feeling–hic!–good but then you pinched me and–”

your rant was cut short by a sharp hand coming up, signaling for you to stop. without a word, he covered your bare body with a blanket before responding. 

“first of all, you never have to keep going just because i’m feeling good, ‘kay? i only feel good if you’re feeling good. I care more about being with you. that’s what makes it enjoyable. second, don’t ever apologize for using our safe word. it’s our word for a reason. would you be mad at me for using it?”

to that, you lifted your head to firmly shake it.

he smiled sweetly at your definitive response. “alright then,” he gave you one more kiss before getting up to throw on a pair of his formerly discarded boxers. he took a warm, damp towel, sitting down at the foot of the bed, gently settling your legs in his lap. 

he looked up for confirmation. at your nod, he cleaned the inside of your legs, all while layering soft pecks along your calf. “you did so good for me.” slowly, you closed your eyes letting his praise and affection lull you into a deep sleep.

ty for reading! requests are open. have a good day/night<3

plagiarizing not allowed.

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His Majesty, The King

ೃ༄* Overall Content Warning: gojo x reader, arranged marriage, queen charlotte!au, noncurse!au, king george!gojo, queen charlotte!reader, brimsley!nanami, reynolds!ijichi, porn w plot, p in v , oral f+m!receiving, breeding kink, downbad gojo, depictions of depression, SLIGHT voyeurism+exhibitionism

ೃ༄* Synopsis: After your brother tricks you off to marry the future king, you find yourself struggling to adjust to the demanding lifestyle of marriage and royalty; eventually, trying to see if you can live up to the crown's name.

▌hi!! this is a preview for my queencharlotte!au with gojo x reader bc im now im my bridgerton phase and ive been rewatching it while doing my assignments but anyways i wrote this based off the scene with charlotte after she receives her pomeranian. i highly recommend watching the show bc it's really good and so you understand the refs ill make! (^∇^*)

You’ve been cooped up in the newfound luxury that was your palace for two weeks now. Your boredom would have been alleviated had the newly crowned king–your husband– been there to share that solemn feeling. 

Meals were eaten in complete silence. Expensive silverware made of shiny metals clinked against the porcelain dishes, mocking you. The only company was your secretary, Nanami, who, to your disliking, had to stay five exact paces behind you. No more and no less. And, to add further to your dismay, by your side at all times. 

You seemed to despise him at first, however now, you two have grown somewhat close due to the king’s mysterious absence. After the first week, he and you would sit in the tea room, sharing opinions on the latest book that you had picked from the library. You would enjoy the conversations more if –unfortunately– Nanami were more honest about his true findings; but, you concluded it was simply a matter of cautiousness. After all, no one would want to willingly anger the Queen. At least, everyone except Gojo.

 Every morning, you’d wake up to a soft knock at the door, and dozens of handmaidens carefully attending to you. Each one tending to your different needs at that moment: one brushing your hair, the other styling it afterwards, another tugging the strings on your bodice, forcing you to suck in until you felt your lungs shrivel. And finally, the others for murmuring bouts of praise, suited to make you happy; though they never did.

None of it did.

An entire fortnight of the same routine. An entire fortnight of being the new Queen. An entire fortnight of being married. An entire fortnight of being alone. The constant, linear schedule, no change, no surprises. . .was this truly what marriage and the crown held in store for you?

When asking your blonde shadow about any speeches, appearances, something, you’d hear the same response. “I’m afraid you have no agenda yet, my Queen. It would be in your best interests to remember that His and Her Majesty are still on their honeymoon.” After the fifth time of asking, you had begun to try to twist his words, yearning for some form of entertainment to compensate for your loneliness. 

“Are you implying your Queen is too much of a fool to remember the events of her own honeymoon?” You’d sneer, holding your fan up to hide your ever-growing smirk.

With practiced ease, he’d simply answer, “No, my Queen, I was merely. .reminding you of current events. I know that you are capable of long-term memory, that is only one of the many reasons why we, your people, adore you–why your husband adores you.”

Ah, yes. The same husband that left you alone in your bed. Or perhaps the same husband who left you alone and sobbing into your pillow on the night of the wedding? The one who has yet to leave a word of acknowledgement that he’s even thinking of you while living gods know where. 

At some point you blamed yourself, no longer seeing a point in waiting for Gojo to show. You gave up on that possibility. 

Your guards had noticed. Your handmaidens as well. Even Nanami spoke less now–your conversations now being diminished to simple nods and agreements to appease you. 

The large, gold-plated seat at the end of the dining table now a looming reminder of what you still could not have. Every room had them, in fact. The tea room, the throne room, your bedchambers even had a bed fit for two people exactly.

Maybe it was you? You were certainly lower than that of a royal status before you were arranged to marry Gojo. . .the way you two met was ever the reminder. Patches of dirt decorated your face and gown as you tried to scramble your way up a stone wall. The way his lips curled into a smug smile as you unknowingly insulted the former prince in anger, claiming that you feared he would be ‘more of a beast than a man’.

And gods, that smile.

One not out of malice, but understanding. Maybe that was the reason you had not seen him since the royal wedding. Maybe he hated the idea of this political marriage more than you. 

Regardless, it stung still. Your steps now dragged, no longer as regal as the night you walked down the aisle. The exotic foods you had once savored now piles of bland, unexciting mush. You and Nanami’s verbal exchanges now completely extinguished. 

Days now moved in a blur, the only indicator of a different day being Nanami’s repeated phrase.

“Good morrow, my Queen. Today is a new day.”

With nothing in your agenda and an effortless sigh, you trudged to the garden, where different fruits and vegetables created a colorful pallet across the many acres of shrubbery. Nanami stood behind, signaling every now and then to the guards to grab the fruit you were eyeing from a tree.

“Nanami, I can retrieve my own fruit if I wish.” You turned, facing the stoic man.

He cleared his throat, nodding, “Of course, my Queen. Her Majesty may have whatever it is she so desires,” before signaling the guards yet again.

Before you could reprimand him, the bell from the front door of the palace rang, causing Nanami to now take stance in front of you while the guards investigated. Soon, one arrived back, a relaxed look on his face. “Your Majesty, the King has left a gift in the foyer.”

Your brows raised, dropping the piece of fruit from your hands, splattering on the bottom of your dress(unbeknownst to you). Your stern expression now changing into something of curiosity. After two weeks, what could Gojo possibly have sent? Was it an apology? Himself?

You knew you should’ve been mad. You should have ignored it and carried on, but something about it being from him made you abandon all reason.

You rushed down the hall, Nanami struggling to keep pace, reaching the foyer with you in a huff.

You looked around at the grand space, marble and gold lining the ceiling and floors, with the royal symbol being carved in every piece of furniture visible. “Well,” you started, slightly out of breath, “where is my gift that my husband has left?”

“Right below you, Your Majesty.”

With terribly hidden enthusiasm, you peered below you, seeing a small woven basket with a bright blue ribbon and note attached. 

In a swift motion, Nanami bent down, bringing it to your level, gently tearing the note and handing it to you.

‘So you never are truly alone, my darling wife.’

-G.S.

Dark, swirly letters danced along the parchment, your eyes taking in every syllable. You quickly motioned for Nanami to open the basket to reveal. . .a dog? 

What the hell was this?

You looked around in the basket, seeing nothing else but white and tan fur scattered along the bottom. You looked at your guards and Nanami, scoffing. “Is this a jest? Though I have not known him for long, I trust the King himself would not leave this thing as a gift.” 

Your face wrinkled in deep disgust. The small beast in your secretary’s arms, panted; large eyes gazing up at you, making it look utterly pitiful. Upon further inspection, a light blue collar embedded with diamonds ran along the neck and leash.

A guard spoke up, “No, Your Majesty. This was from himself. His assistant, Ijichi, brought it to the doorstep for him. It is a dog–a pet–”

“I know what it is meant to be.” You interjected. “However, he is sorely mistaken. This may be a pet, but this is not a dog. Dogs are big, majestic beings like a St. Benard, a Shepherd, a Collie,” you listed, looking around to the men before you, nervous looks all coating their faces. 

“This,” you continued, “Is not a dog, rather a. . .deformed bunny of sorts. Therefore, vermin. Nanami, remove this from the palace grounds. And, please, let my husband know that if he wishes to gift me anything, see to it that he does not snatch a wild animal off the streets before deciding to dress it up and drop it in a basket.”

You stomped off, leaving a stunned secretary, and even more stunned guards. With a quick, inner regulation, the blonde man handed the leash to the guard next to him. “Take it to the back kitchen and have it fed,” he ordered before waltzing away to catch up with your steps. 

Gojo lay in his bed, still hiding away in the second–but smaller– palace from when he did two weeks ago after your wedding night. Plates of half-eaten food lay around the layout of his grand resting area; worn-out maps lay scattered everywhere. His hands clasped together in focused thought before a knock took him out of it.

In a hushed tone, Ijichi spoke up from the other side of the door. “Your Majesty? The Queen has received your gift.” To your mention, he sat up immediately, scurrying towards the door, cracking it open to present his scared advisor. 

A grin started to tug at the corner of his lips, “What did she say? Did she enjoy it? I take it that I am now in her good graces?” His fingers drummed against the whittled doorframe as he eagerly waited for a response. 

Ijichi gulped before replying, “Well, Her Majesty was shocked to say the least.” Gojo hummed, urging him to continue. 

“She, uhm, referred to the gift as a deformed bunny, and that she would prefer his Majesty to consider a more. . .thoughtful present in the time to come,” he flinched as he forced out the last words, in fear of angering His Majesty.

To his surprise however, the white-haired monarch doubled over, loud cackling echoing throughout the halls. 

“Oh, my!” he flicked a small tear that formed at his waterline. “My, she truly is a card, the Queen is. A deformed bunny,” he sighed blissfully before closing the door on Ijichi.

He returned to his bed, flopping onto it, strands of snowy hair mussed up from his over-the-top display of humor. A wide, dopey grin wormed its way onto his face within the midst of his fit. 

He stared up at the ceiling again, this time not in somber thought, but instead his next gift to you.

thank you for reading! have a goodnight/day! requests are open

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▌· · ─ ·riding nerd!choso in his dorm· ─ · ·

(not proofread, sorry)

it’s been thirty minutes so far, but to your boyfriend, it felt like an eternity.

books were scattered across the floor of his dorm, his glasses long gone, strands of his raven hair sticking out in all different sorts of directions. the room suddenly felt cramped. the sweet sounds of your moans filling his ears. the sunlight that peaked through his windows, highlighting your presence, making you look more angelic.

your once neat skirt now bunched around your waist, and –to your frustration–falling down every so often when you lifted up. 

after his sixth or seventh orgasm–honestly he’s lost count now, he started seeing stars, his vision blurry, his heart practically jumping out his chest. his only grounding were your sweet nothings and soft pleas of him giving you “one more”.

he panted, “baby, please i–i can’t take it any–oh fuck!” his begging was cut short by your walls fluttering around his cock, his hands came crashing down on your hips trying to slow your pace. 

you giggled at the sight of him under you, completely spent and utterly adorable.

you dove your head down, placing a kiss on the corner of his lips, leaving behind a shiny impression of your lip gloss.

“aw, but you look so cute! how 'bout one more? just for me?” you smiled, that deceiving smile that always managed to make him weak in the knees. he lifted his hips up, his flushed tip hitting your cervix causing your eyes to roll back.

gods, how could he say no to you?

a/n: had writers block for like weeks now this is lowk ass

ALSO CAN SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME FIND THIS ONE FIC

ITS A GOJO X READER AND ITS BASICALLY HIM BEING A GOD OR SOMETHING AND HES OBSESSED WITH READER SO HE CREATED A REALITY WHERE HIM AND READER ARE MARRIED AND THE READER FINDS OUT AND GETO AND I THINK SHOKO ARE IN ON IT AND I REMEMBER HE HAD CREATED A PHYCIATRIST THAT READER WAS GOING TO SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME FIND IT OMG I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR IT FOR MONTHS NOW AND I TRIED TO SCROLL THROUGH MY LIKES TO FIND IT BUT THAT WOULD TAKE FOREVER TO FIND IT BC I LIKE A MILLION FICS A DAY PLEASE HELP

requests/asks are open!! have a great day/night<3

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im currently tweaking. writers how tf do yall get out of writers block. i could keep ranting but now i dont even know how to write my own rant

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'He's So Cute, Though!'

˚ ༘ ❀SYNOPSIS: you take in a pet stray

˚ ༘ ❀CW: blind!reader, fem!reader intended, husband!sukuna, heian era, true form sukuna, fluff

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Sukuna’s relationship with animals was. . .interesting to say the least. He rarely kept animals around the shrine, the only time they were permitted on the sacred grounds–alive–was when he felt too tired to kill them himself and ordered the kitchen staff to complete the violent task. 

But, on the rare occasion he would have the energy to behead whatever poor creature managed to mindlessly wander across his path, he would never have you around. After years of marriage, your sense of smell was one that heightened especially. The metallic tang of blood was one that your nostrils frequently welcomed. He knew your love of animals ran deep; and that knowing he would slaughter them without a care would open up a discussion he knew would be an exhausting one for both of you. 

So, when you came back to bed that night with a suspicious lump in your robe, he knew that it was going to be a long night. And you being oblivious(a major con of your clouded irises), had no clue that the feline-shaped shadow in your silk robe was anything but inconspicuous. Your arms cradled against the “inconspicuous” shadow only helped to confirm Sukuna’s suspicions.

You had found it wandering in the garden. How it got there, hell, any guess was as good as yours. Perhaps it chewed its way through the gates up front? Nevertheless, you followed the sound of its mewling and swiftly picked it up, shushing it before anyone could hear its sad cries.

The rest of the day, you cared for the scrawny little thing. Your first line of action was to feed it. Gods know how long it’s gone without eating. You waited until most of the kitchen staff left before sneaking in to get milk. You felt lumps of sand and dirt along its coat, which urged you to give it a bath in the fountain. After it fell asleep in your lap, you inspected it all over for fleas, ticks, or any other nuisances that might be on its frail body. That was where you found out the ‘it’ was a ‘he’.

You knew Sukuna would disapprove of the mangy stray (after all, this is the same man who deemed all animals’ only purpose was for human’s sustenance). That didn’t deter you from lugging it around all day, even skipping your daily tea with Uraume; which probably wasn’t the best decision considering your 5-pound secret. 

All four eyes instantly narrowed in on the moving shadow. “No,” he grunted, not even waiting for a plea on your end. You tried to feign innocence, but the sudden soft meow escaping into the silent room shut you up. 

He sat up, holding his palm out. “Hand the cat over, wife.” You hugged the stray closer to your chest. “Why?”

A quick scoff left his mouth, as if you personally insulted his own intelligence, “So I can give it to Uraume to dispose of it.” You solemnly pet the squirming cat in your hands. “It’s a he.”

“It,” he insisted, “is not staying here and will be given to Uraume to be taken care of. Now hand. It. Over.” You heard the bed creak as the imposing figure that was your husband made his way over to you. “You know I have no tolerance for pets,” you could hear the disgust dripping off the word, “let alone some weak mutt you found that came here by sheer luck. How the scavengers haven’t gotten their go at it is a mystery to me.

The loss of fur and warmth overtook your palms when he snatched the feline up by the scruff of his neck. He inspected the cat(and your worried expression), before speaking, “Do not fret, petal. He will not be killed. I am not some heartless brute. He will simply be released back into the wild. Where he came from,” he shrugged, coming up with a suitable resolution that he assumed you’d want to hear. 

“I want him to be released back into my hands,” you held your hands out towards him expectedly. “Please, I will take care of him. I have already fed him, bathed him, and I hid him all day. You did not seem to notice then or until I stepped foot here. Have I not inadvertently proved I can handle him just fine?” You had him.

“I did notice because I have been to hearings that, may I remind you, you should’ve been in attendance at, and ‘visited’ many villages and towns. All you have inadvertently done is shown me that taking care of this kitten and adhering to your royal duties is something you are not capable of multitasking,” he paused before continuing, as if he were trying to think about how to phrase his next critique. “Your sight as well would be a hindrance to its care and safety.”

The mention of your lack of a specific sense stunned you. “You know I am more than capable despite my disability. If anything, I missed our hearings because I knew my husband would instantly just see me with a dirty stray and take him away,” you smirked, “And obviously, our hearings did not cover anything of importance. Surely, your demeanor would be alert. More tense. If anything, you’re relaxed, dear husband. As though all you were waiting for was your wife to return to bed with you.” 

You shook your hands again, a reminder of your past command. Tiny claws dug into the first layer of your skin. “Fine. Keep your pile of fleas and disease,” he groaned. “However, if that thing becomes too much for you, or you start to lack in your abilities, I will have Uraume take it away. Do not underestimate my promises. Though I do hold affection for you, none–and I mean none–transfer to that.”

A shrill meow instantly undermined Sukuna’s thinly veiled threat towards the source of noise. You smiled, still happy that he agreed to co-existencing beside the cat. “Thank you, Sukuna. I will ensure my duties are kept up with and the health of our cat is my top priority."

You brushed past him(sneaking a quick kiss to what you thought was his cheek, but was his shoulder), lying on the bed, the curious feline deciding to settle atop your stomach, the tassels attached to the tie of your robe serving as makeshift blankets for the tiny thing. 

“No. No way in hell is the thing sleeping in our bed.” He tried to challenge the cat’s sleepy act, but when he saw your hand comfortably resting on his head, and the small body beneath being lulled into sleep, he decided he could make an exception for that night only.

˚ ༘ ❀AN: another short drabble about blind reader and sukuna! ill probably make a multi-chapter fic soon, but im also working on a one-shot for nanami and another fic about choso! also, i deadass just used this drabble as practice for dialogue, so if it seems like they yapped alot, that's why! :3 requests/asks are open!! have a great day/night

[chososonlyone]

Knight!Choso Headcanons!

˚ ༘ ✎𓂃SYNOPSIS: knight!choso and princess!reader drabble!!

˚ ༘ ✎𓂃CW: medieval!au, nocurses!au, knight!choso, princess!reader, fem!reader intended, fluff, slight smut at the end, piv, implied unprotected sex, IF YOU SQUINT sub!choso.

Knight!Choso who was raised from birth to protect you, the princess. Who he couldn’t help falling for. He watched longingly from afar (as far as your personal knight could watch) as you laughed at the dining table, gossiped about nearby kingdoms’ affairs with your closest confidants, and other various activities a knight such as himself was subjected to viewing. He knew there were numerous women he could have. Many of which already set their eyes on him. But the moment you had looked at him like he was anything but less than, he knew he was a goner.

Knight!Choso who would train harder than any other knight would while on training grounds in the hopes that you would be sent by your father to supervise (a royal duty that you at first, loathed). After all, in his defense, how was he supposed to protect you if he wasn’t strong enough? He soon noticed how your gaze would linger on his physique. Similar to him, you had started to notice details about him that your mind never bothered to point out. Like how the mercury from his helmet caused a dark mark that draped across the bridge of his nose, and how you started to find that same mark. . .alluring? Handsome? No. Surely, you couldn’t find your knight attractive! Your father’s expectation was that you would marry a pure blueblood–far purer than a common knight (even if he was a part of the royal guard). If he knew you favored Choso, he’d be executed without so much as a passing glance. 

Knight!Choso who silently watched the distance between you two growing shorter each day. During mornings, you answer your door, still in your silk nightgown that hugged your figure a bit too well. You’d stare a bit too long too. Not just from a few feet away on the training grounds, but everywhere now. When he’d escort you to your different lessons suited for only a blueblood. Your eyes slowly made their way down his armor. The way he was always ready with a calloused hand hovering over the hilt of his sword. God, he cared so much. But, he had to, right? He would do that for any princess. . .right?

Knight!Choso who couldn’t help but become flushed in the face when you suddenly kissed him in front of your bedchamber door in the dimly lit grand hall–to which he thanked the gods they were vacant at that moment. He wanted to get mad, scold you, to remind you of his deathly punishment awaiting him if your father caught wind of this act of passion. But he couldn’t. Not when you pulled back and stared at him as if he assisted the moon in manning the tides, or the sun in providing heat. 

Knight!Choso who from there on out would sneak onto your balcony in the dead hours of the night to see you. At first, you berated him for such a reckless idea, as you had almost called out for guards after assuming it was a scoundrel who somehow snuck their way onto royal grounds. Even though your assumptions were debunked, you were sure a guard would see him scaling the walls of the castle and become suspicious. He calmed your nerves by letting you know the ins and outs of his route–which was through the underground catacombs that the royal family abandoned its use far before you and him were born. 

Knight!Choso who would listen to you talk endlessly about how much disdain you held towards your father for his decree of only marrying true bluebloods, or the way the etiquette lessons grew more tedious by the second. Though at first, the conversations grew heated, these nightly visits would always end with a passionate kiss–which you always initiated. He was far too shy.

Knight!Choso who agreed to help you sneak out to view the garden. Your father claimed it was too dirty and rough for a princess, but you knew what beauties it held in its wake. And you’d be damned if you would never have the opportunity to see it. But Choso, your literal knight in shining armor, agreed to help you with this wish. After all, his job was to keep you content. 

Knight!Choso who met you at your balcony the next night as usual, however this time, he was without his armor. Now sporting trousers and a loosely fitted shirt. He carried you the whole journey(he just wanted to have his hands on you). You both crept through the quiet courtyard until a moss-covered stone wall greeted you. The only physical being separating you from the garden you dreamed so much about seeing.

Knight!Choso who hoisted you up the wall, balancing both of your bodies on the edge. There, you had a full view of the array of plants. The sight was beautiful and the pale moonlight only amplified your experience. 

Knight!Choso who plucked a single white lily before delicately wedging it between your braid. ‘Radiating’ was his first thought. He sat there, hypnotized by the moonlight bouncing off both your flushed face and the lily. 

Knight!Choso who took you that same night. The lily still wedged perfectly in your hair, its petals never damaged once or its hypnotic light dimming. His cock nestled perfectly in your folds as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you. 

Knight!Choso who watched as you cried out his name, your hands feeling all over his chest, shoulders, anywhere your flustered brain could register. You felt bad when you unintentionally drew angry red lines along his back. What were you supposed to do when the head of his cock hit that spot within your gummy walls that made you see stars? He took your hands in his before peppering kisses starting from your jaw to your chest, each one lingering more than the previous.

Knight!Choso who let out a soft groan before pulling out, finishing on your stomach in thick, white ropes. After the aftershock of losing your purity went away, he got up, fetched a towel, and proceeded to gently clean the now sore creases of your red, puffy folds. He finished his thorough cleaning with a quick peck to your clit, followed by praises on how you ‘did so good for him’ and verbal reiterations of his devotion love for you. 

Knight!Choso who, although could never publicly proclaim his love for you, was content with his less-than-ideal methods of seeking you out. For he would scale a thousand walls for a thousand years before losing his princess.

˚ ༘ ✎𓂃AN: first time writing smut, so tips are appreciated! next fic will prob be about blind!reader and sukuna but i just really wanted to get this drabble of my mans out≧ڡ≦! requests/asks are open! ty for reading! have a great day/night!

[chososonlyone]

'Let Me See You'

˚ ༘ ❀SYNOPSIS: sukuna won't let you touch his face.

˚ ༘ ❀CW: reader is blind, fem reader, true form sukuna, you two are married, fluff, slight angst. comfort

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You and your husband were sitting comfortably in the garden.

To him, the garden that sat behind the estate was nothing more than “a large patch of dirt and weeds”. The same large patch that his white and red-haired personal servant, Uraume, had been subjected to hearing complaints of ever since you’d, to his dismay, expressed your love for it. 

Though every day, he’d get closer and closer to telling the gardeners to burn every blade of grass down. But the words would never escape. They couldn’t. No matter how many mouths decorated the different areas of his body, the command never came. Since he led you by hand into the flowery wonderland he had before brushed aside, you found much comfort in it. 

After a while of navigating the garden on your own, you had soon figured out where each of the specific patches of flowers lay. And each day, you’d venture out to the garden, whether it be early mornings or late nights, crouch down, and touch the same species of flower. Snapdragons. 

You would never see what beauties the small bundle of petals created, with the bouts of ombre–each ranging from yellows and oranges to vibrant violets and blues. It was true that sight was not a sense you possessed–for you had never seen anything since birth. But the softness the petals brought to your fingers was enough for you. After he witnessed you enjoying the flowers, he ordered that the whole garden only be filled with them. That served as the reason it stayed. It comforted you. And that brought him comfort (well, as much comfort the King of Curses could feel). 

The foreign feeling couldn’t help but creep up inside him when you looked so peaceful sitting there with the warm sun brightening your face, which caused your lips to curl into a small smile.

In a way, the garden was both you and Sukuna’s safe haven. Rubbing a small fragment of the petal belonging to a snapdragon between your index and pointer finger, you took in each other’s silence. It was a comfortable silence. The kind where after years of knowing, and listening, it was nice to just have a moment of peace with the person you love.

Well, at least you called it love. You didn’t know what he called it. It was true that he had stayed loyal and never treated you differently from when you two were married, though you never heard the words, ‘I love you’ come out of his mouth. Public displays of affection (even a mere touch could set him off) were never his specialty either. But much as he didn’t want to admit it, his servants and everyone else around him (including you) knew that he had a soft spot for you.

In private however, he had no problem with you feeling his body. The ridges of his abs, or the extra pair of arms that– for some reason–didn’t deter you from “seeing” him. He knew you saw with your hands, besides verbal descriptions given by him, your hands guided your making of the world. Of him.

Every night, you would place your hand on some part of his body. Whether it be an arm or his chest, your hand was positioned somewhere on him. He never cared. Most nights he’d lie there and scoff lightly at your eagerness to feel him. Most nights. Other nights would consist of your hand palm slowly reaching toward his shoulder, then his jaw, and then–

You never knew what facial features your lover donned above his chin. Before you could make a mental map, a larger, firm hand was wrapped around your wrist, bringing it to your side, ultimately stopping your physical venture.

Sukuna would never expand on why he did it; you were always met with a curt, “Stop.” 

You never argued. Never pressed. You’d either respond with a nod or, “Alright. Goodnight, dear.” To where his grip loosened, and you could feel the bed dip where he proceeded to lie down with a gruff. 

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Whenever you sat alone with yourself, you’d try to theorize why he acted this way about his face. Surely he wasn’t homely! Upon your weekly tea with Uraume(which Sukuna still felt uncertain about), the stoic servant would sit across from you, and discuss aspects of Sukuna’s life he knew the demon wouldn’t share. They never shared too much though. Most responses to your questions were kept vague or ambiguous. Though one topic that never were met with these responses were ones of his past relationships.

During these weekly chats, you learned the majority of his relationships were with concubines. They estimated around seventeen; each one designated to a separate need of his volition. You weren’t shocked, you suspected that was the case(the concubines that is, you thought the number was absurd). Upon learning the large quantity of his concubines, you felt a small feeling of anxiety build up. However, your self-conscious thoughts were diminished when Uraume mentioned right after, when Sukuna realized the feelings he harbored towards you were more than mere toleration, he demoted them all. Demoted being banished from the temple.

Perhaps he himself thought he was ugly? No, even you knew that Sukuna cared little about how others saw his appearance. . . his ego would never let that happen. 

So. . .what was it?

You sat in the same spot in the garden for half an hour trying to figure out the reasoning behind it. You knew you would never push him for fear of making him uncomfortable (though you knew it wouldn’t take much for him to just pin your hands above your head).

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It was the third attempt this week you’d tried to touch his face. At first, Sukuna had compared the experience to swatting away a small gnat. Now his comparison had upgraded to being in the strongest heat wave in summer with a swarm of gnats, each in the form of your hands which inched closer and closer to his facial features every night. 

Usually, he’d lie down and feel your hands on his body, the action slowly lulling him into sleep. However, the slits under his larger set of eyes couldn’t help but follow the not-so-subtle way that your hand moved from his lower abdomen, to his chest, clavicle, and then–

He’d grab your wrist, stopping you while letting out a gruff command for you to stop. He felt slightly pitiful for the way your brows furrowed in confusion. The feeling was quickly pushed down when he felt the bead of sweat running down the side of his face.

Despite the constant reassurance from Uraume, he still couldn’t shake the weird feeling every time his eyes darted to your ever-approaching palm. It wasn’t fear, he never felt fear. What was there to be afraid of? He could easily defend himself against a mere human with clouded irises.

Usually, he has no issue letting your hands roam. It was custom. In fact, he expected it. So much so to the point where he’d immediately resort to a line of skeptical questioning of whether or not you were feeling well when he wasn’t met with the familiar feeling.

In the past when he had concubines serving him, he never cared if they looked at him, or touched his face. Sometimes it annoyed him when the woman he was bedding’s only desire was to feel all over his face. But he quickly finished and kicked her out, it never warranted the same reaction he had to you.

It wasn’t until the third time that week, he had come to the terrible realization. He wasn’t in fear of any physical danger. Rather, the fear that when you finally feel his face, you would be the one to leave. For fear of having finally realized he was a monster. 

Well. . .not a monster. But he doubted that you would be happy about being married to someone who dawned two faces, one that was unfortunately misshapen, and an extra pair of eyes. After another talk of his true thoughts with Uraume, they had brought up your nonchalance of him having four arms and a mouth on his stomach. . .where he decided the reasoning behind that was because you had no problem being pinned down under him with said four arms.

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After another night in bed which again was a result of a failed attempt, you took off to the garden–after waiting for Sukuna to fall asleep. At least you thought he was.

You listened for the soft snores that would have usually pulled you into a soothing sleep, but this time they acted as a signal for you to leave.

You wrapped a blanket around yourself and navigated through endless doors until the feeling of soft grass under your feet told you that you were in the garden. You plucked a petal off of a snapdragon and sat down at the small table Sukuna had a few servants build and install.

You felt the soft petal whilst thinking. Still trying to come up with a sound reason when–

“I thought I might find you here. Why aren’t you sleeping next to me?”

A familiar deep voice–though groggy from sleep–filled in the silence of the night. You clenched your fist, crushing the petal. “Thought you were asleep.”

“I was not. I watched you walk out of our bed, and now, here you are.”

He sat down in the chair next to you, which was significantly larger due to his broader size. You both sat in silence, shrouded in your own thoughts when you spoke up.

“Why won’t you let me touch your face?” You could feel the slight shift in the air, the light illuminating from the moon feeling much colder.

“I do not understand why you are so adamant about touching my face. When will you stop these feeble attempts?”

“When you finally let me touch it, I will. You act as though I am trying to hurt you anytime I try,” you frowned slightly, feeling hurt. He folded his arms, “It is annoying that you choose to stay so persistent.”

“And it is annoying that you are not willing to tell me why you will not let me see you.”

“You see plenty of me,” he responded with a roll of his eyes–which he wouldn’t have done had you been able to see the action.

“I feel your body. I want to truly see you. Just tell me why you won’t let me touch you. Please.”

After what felt like hours of silence, he spoke up, his voice somber.

“If I tell you. . .will you drop it?” 

“If it’s a valid reason,” you murmured with a shrug.

“Very well. I feel as though when you touch me–see me,” he paused, “you will be repulsed by me. And leave.”

Your movements stilled. Trying to gather your thoughts. You wouldn’t have thought in thousands of years that Ryomen Sukuna was insecure. You were at a loss for words.

Still at a loss, you reached your hand out towards his face. You expected him to say something. To push you away. He didn’t. You felt his chin, then traced his jawline, so sharp you were certain it could cut diamonds. 

Your hands moved further up to his eyes, and then. . .his eyes again? You thought you had accidentally felt his eyes again, but when your fingers felt up and down, it seemed as though you had felt four eyes. 

Sukuna saw your brows furrow in confusion. “I have four eyes, woman,” he groaned, but still didn’t pull away from your hold. 

You didn’t say anything, just kept moving up his face. One hand felt his hairline, soft hair tickling the underside of your hand. The other–the one on the right side of his face—felt what appeared to be a lump of bare skin that should’ve been the start of his hairline as well.

You paused, not knowing whether to speak on it or continue. Sukuna didn’t speak either. Just waited for you to say something. A look of repulse maybe or anything else. Your expression, however, stayed stoic. 

“Sorry,” you muttered before reaching out again. 

You finally finished your “inspection” of his face. Truth be told, you weren’t disgusted. Far from it. Sukuna already had four arms, a mouth on his stomach, etcetera; so, why would an extra face and extra set of eyes be any different? 

“So,” Sukuna started, voice almost whisper-like. “Go ahead and say it.”

“Say what?” A beat of silence.

“What I already know you’ll say.”

“Ah, that I still find you handsome?” He perked up, almost falling out of his chair.

“What?”

You let out a soft laugh, “Really, ‘Kuna, is this what was troubling you? Your eyes. . .or ‘face’? I do not find your appearance alarming, or strange. In fact, I find you even more captivating.

He smirked, “You’re insane, woman,” the insult had no true bite to it though, “But, you truly do not find my eyes or face concerning?”

You shook your head, “Not at all. If you think about it, your eyes make up for mine, don’t they?” you teased.

His lips twitched into a small smile. “Very well then,” he stood up, “now can you please come back to bed? It’s freezing out here, and if you get a cold, I will not console you.” You complied but secretly knew that he just wanted to go back to sleep with you. 

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That night you both fell asleep peacefully, your body lying on top of his. And your hands, of course, now resting comfortably on either side of his face.

˚ ༘ ❀AN: had writer's block for weeks now so i practically forced myself to write this ╯︿╰. working on a fic for my bbg choso now. hope you enjoyed! requests are open. have a lovely day/night

[chososonlyone]

Sukuna and His Wife

⊹₊⟡⋆A/N: i lowk struggled sm on writing sukuna so i hope this is decent😭might make this a mini series

CW: SLIGHT misogyny from sukuna(nothing extreme though), fluff, crack, domestic sukuna, fem!reader, you're sukuna's wife

Ryomen Sukuna. Just the name itself struck fear into hundreds–no. Thousands. Throughout his years of roaming the earth, he spent many lifetimes destroying villages, slaughtering those for just glancing or bowing at him the ‘wrong way’ as he put it. He was a man feared by all. Except one. His wife.

From the moment you two met, he could tell his appearance did little to deter the fierce look in your eyes. The same look he would’ve beheaded anyone else for making. It was a shock for many when they heard word of his new found love for something other than grotesque displays of horror and violence: his wife. Who, as it came to an even bigger shock, was a mere mortal.

As an effort to keep his reputation–and pride–there was one thing he would never admit to anyone as long as he lived and breathed: he was terrified of his wife. 

The shocking revelation was made while you were cleaning up dinner. He was lounging on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table(despite your constant scoldings not to). You had just finished stacking the last few dishes you used for dinner into the sink. You’d spent about a total of five hours–excluding the time it took to get ingredients– cooking the meal that your husband pestered you into making. 

You started to wipe down a nearby counter when Sukuna peered over his shoulder, slightly curious as to what you were doing. “Woman, what are you about to do?” he asked, watching you place the rag you just used back in the sink. 

“I’m going to take a bath, ‘Kuna.” He looked past you at the dirty dishes. “There are dishes that need to be washed.”

Raising a brow, you responded, “You can do it. It’s not that many in there.” He rolled his eyes before completely turning his head to face you. “You are the woman of this estate. It is your job,” he stated, now making his way into the kitchen.

“I just spent the whole day making this dinner that you wanted me to make. The least you could do is wash the damn dishes.” At this point, you were pissed. You two had gotten into slight disagreements before about chores around the house. Most of the time, you’d do it, but truth be told, you were tired. You were tired of staring at the wooden floors, the smell of spices and sauce…

You wanted to relax.

“Please can you just–” He interrupted with a roll of his eyes, leaning against the wall, “Must you be so lazy?-”

THUD.

Sukuna froze. He slowly looked down the floor to see a few chipped strands of pink hair scattered at his feet. He turned his attention to the right side of his head. A large kitchen knife was wedged into the wall, inches from his face. 

When he finally decided to gaze in your direction, his heartbeat stuttered. You glared at him with a crazed stare in your eyes. One that made him feel like he couldn’t breathe unless you gave him permission.

Since you two wed, he always declared you two equals, but now? This was the first time he felt as though he was beneath someone. He was perfectly capable of moving, though he didn’t want to. He also couldn’t describe the emotion that he was feeling right now? Love? Lust? Anger? No. The foreign feeling he felt at that moment was fear.

He never felt inferior, so he acknowledged the weird sensation the only way he knew how–

“ARE YOU CRAZY WOMAN–” You wasted no time biting back, “DO THE DAMN DISHES, SUKUNA!”

…

And that’s how he found himself in a bright pink apron, gloves tightly pulled onto his upper pair of hands, scowling at the dish water as if it were silently mocking him. He muttered curses under his breath, scrubbing a pan vigorously, slightly bending the handle.

You, however, stepped outside the bathroom, a soft towel wrapped around your body. A relaxed expression decorating your face. You peeked around the corner, “‘Kuna, dear, would you mind putting them up after they finish drying, please?” He paused, a vein in his forehead bulging out. 

“...yes, wife.”

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ty for reading! requests/asks are open! :3

[chososonlyone]

"Nighttime Routine"

༄.°synopsis: Nanami comes home to his wife and daughter after a tiring day

WC: 1054

CW: Husband!Nanami, fluff, nanami x reader, you two have a toddler

A/N: was supposed to be a smut but my mind had other plans, rushed ending(sorry)◞‸◟

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It had been a long day for the both of you. You were out the house running errands and buying ingredients for Nanami’s favorite meal.  When you did eventually come home, you were met with a less-than-ideal looking living room and kitchen. Likely due to your five-year old, Hana, who had an affinity for destroying the house in the morning whilst looking for her favorite pink hair ribbon. 

You spent the next three hours cleaning and cooking. You wished there was time to rest as dinner was cooking, but you had to pick Hana up. A fifteen-minute drive to and from daycare. Safe to say, you were beat. 

Nanami, on the other hand, had a different kind of tiresome day. He was out in the sweltering heat, battling special-grade curses alongside an annoying snow-haired co-worker which you heard in most work tales he brought home with him. After which, much to his dismay, he was roped into attending some hangout at a local bar that would occur in two days. He seldom enjoyed social drinking events, as the aforementioned co-worker became insufferable when intoxicated. He’d much rather spend his late afternoons with his darling wife and daughter.

After you finished washing the dishes, you sat down on the living room floor, playing with Hana and her dolls. You glanced at the clock. 11 PM. Clearly past her bedtime. You perked up at the familiar sound of the front door lock clicking. Hana noticed too, as she booked it towards the door, bouncing with excitement. “Papa’s here, Papa’s here!” she jumped up and down, glancing back and forth from you and the door with wide, excited eyes. 

As Nanami walked through the door, he was instantly met with the feeling of small hands wrapping around his leg. His hair which was styled in the morning with practiced precision, now had strands sticking out every which way. His blue collar shirt that was neatly tucked into his khaki slacks was now wrinkled, and half of it draped on one side.

As tired as he was, he never lost his patience with Hana. He looked down at the giddy toddler before sweeping her up effortlessly in his arms. “Hello, sweetie,” he greeted with a warm smile, pressing a soft kiss to her chubby cheek. 

You got up from the floor, stretching as you made your way to the father-daughter pair. “Your daughter here insisted on staying up later for you to tuck her in,” you playfully rolled your eyes, kissing the top of Hana’s head. This wasn’t the first time she had insisted on staying up past her set bedtime to have Nanami tuck her in. You placed a hand on his shoulder, kissing the corner of his lips. “My love,” he properly greeted, returning the gesture. 

“Your dinner’s waiting in the fridge. I made your favorite.” “You spoil me, dear.” “Nonsense, I simply cooked a meal for my family,” you smiled. 

After interrogations about if ‘dogs could speak to squirrels’ and if ‘the sun made fun of us’, Hana was finally tucked in. She insisted that Nanami read her a bedtime story, which he was surprisingly good at despite his usual stoic demeanor. You tried to convince him you could do bedtime instead so he could eat, but he politely declined, claiming he ‘Wasn’t that hungry at the moment, dear. But thank you.’ because no amount of hunger would sacrifice his time with his small princess.

After she fell asleep, you both kissed her temple, with the slight ruffling of her amber hair before retreating to bed. As a result of already being home the majority of the day, you were already prepared for bed, donning a silk pink robe that was one of the many gifts he’d given to you on your birthday. 

You were reading a book, your hair up in a bun, when you felt a slight divot of the bed on your left side. Nanami’s hand had found itself comfortably resting on your hip, rubbing up and down in a comforting manner. You tried to focus on your book, but found it hard to ignore the heat rising up to your face. He shifted closer to your side, peppering kisses alongside your neck. “Thank you,” he murmured against your shoulder. You finally glanced away from your book, placing a bookmark on the page you last left off and setting it aside on the nightstand. “For what?” you raised a brow. “For being an amazing mother, and wife. You’re absolutely perfect, my love, and I’m so glad you married me,” his hand continued its soothing motion, relaxing you into a content yawn and serving to help ground him better. 

“You don’t need to thank me, Kenny,” you scoffed lightly, running your hand through his blonde hair, which was still slightly dishevelled as he made no attempt to tidy it at night. He knew it would get messy again when he woke up. His other hand came up cradling your face, closing the distance between your lips, offering a passionate kiss rather than a dominating, overbearing one. He was always like that. He never fought for dominance or tried to take over, he gave nothing but slow, gentle, sweet, passionate. He could never be rough with you.

You admired the way he interacted with Hana, always making time for her, not that you never did that, you did. But the way you could notice his expression soften every time she would call for her Papa…it made you happy for her, for him too. Hana: having a loving father who provided nothing but patience, care, and love, and Nanami: having a daughter who adores him and a wife who loves him just as much. Finally having the family he always longed for. 

He kissed your temple before laying back down on his side of the bed–with the exception of a hand that stayed on your waist throughout the night.

He kissed you again, this time a soft peck on the lips, “Goodnight, my love. I love you.” You kissed him back, waiting a moment before pulling back to turn off the lamp and lie down yourself. “Goodnight, honey. Love you more,” you teased, smirking against your pillow. You couldn’t see it, but you knew the corners of his lips twitched before responding.

“Impossible.”

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thank you for reading! requests/asks are open

[chososonlyone]

"Bookworm"

⋆☕︎ ˖synopsis: after frequent visits to his local bookstore to see you, the new librarian assistant, Choso finds himself with a new job. Problem? He has terrible social skills and is now around his crush every day.

WC: 2315

CW: No Curses/modern au, fluff, oblivious reader, nervous/socially anxious Choso(my bbg), Yuji is a high schooler, fem reader

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“Can you please just ask her out already?”

A frustrated Yuji watched as his brother scanned book title after book title, silently trying to attract your attention. The cute librarian assistant that recently joined staff only two months ago. He had come in that day, looking for some niche manga series his younger brother enjoyed, thinking it would serve as a decent birthday gift–he had never been good at gifts but tried for Yuji’s sake–

He used the picture Yuji sent him as a guide, but the endless amount of books stacked neatly along the shelves overwhelmed him. “Are you finding everything you’re looking for, sir?”  He was snapped out of his trance, lifting his head from his phone. He turned in the direction of your voice.Your hair was pulled back in a messy low bun,a green apron with the obnoxious white logo of the store tied around your waist showing off your soft curves. He blinked for a second, taking in the way the light bounced off your round glasses, making you look even cuter. You waited, expecting a curt response, but was only met with a dazed stare. “Sir? Did you hear me?” your brows furrowed slightly in concern.

“I need help..I can’t find this book for my brother,” he choked out, voice more shaky than what he wanted to admit. “Do you have the title of the book? Or the genre?” your posture suddenly straightened, voice light and inviting, and a smile–almost touching the creases of your eyes– decorated your face. To you, it was the peak of customer service. To Choso, it made his throat close up, his chest tightened. “It’s a manga,” he murmured, eyes darting everywhere but you. “Is there a chance you have a picture of it or maybe the title?”

He wordlessly held up his phone, the picture gracing the screen. He watched the way your brows furrowed in concentration, the light that generated from your phone bouncing off your glasses, making you look even more adorable in his eyes. You stood back up, taking one final glance around the shelves before speaking up. “Hm, since we’re already in the ‘Manga’ section…it should be a shelf down to your left,” you offered a warm smile before making your way over to the collection. Sure enough, there it was. Every edition. 

“Y’know, you’re pretty lucky, our store just stocked up on this author’s collection. Which one did you want?” you continued, hand resting on the rim of the shelf ready to take a book. He glanced towards the shelf then back to the picture. “17.” You pulled out the book using the tip of your index before handing it to him. “Here you go, was there anything else you needed, sir?” His fingers brushed against yours, causing his brain to short-circuit. 

“No,” he clung to the book like a lifeline, like it was the only thing keeping him grounded at that moment.

He was shortly rung up, the sound of the receipt being ripped drowned out as he kept stealing glances. “Would you like to sign up for our reward program?” “What?” Truth be told, he wasn’t listening, he was too focused on the way you adjusted your glasses while reading the total, or the way you bit your bottom lip while scanning the book. “Our rewards program. From this purchase to your future ones, you get points you can use to save money. I have one, but that’s mainly ‘cause I work here.” He replayed the sound of your laugh in his head, committing it to memory. “Sure,” he stiffened up as he took the bag from your hand. “Have a great day, come again!”

And he did.

And poor Yuji was soon roped into it after the third time. He assumed it was just to look for some book. He knew his older brother had trouble talking to other people, so he just assumed his social skills were needed to balance Choso’s shitty ones–his words, not Yuji’s.. He had no idea that his brother had taken an interest in someone. Someone he had one interaction with. Or at least it started as one. 

It was routine at this point. He’d come in, look around confused until you noticed(you always did). He soon picked up on the fact that you’d linger near the manga and horror sections, as if you were silently letting him know you were there. You always were. You’d walk up to him and ask if he needed help, he’d nod and nervously ask for whatever manga Yuji was currently reading. You would always smile, never caring that you saw him almost everyday now. At this point, you’d assume he was just a regular, who was coming in long before you were hired. You thought he was kinda cute. His dark, murky hair pulled up in two semi-neat buns, with the exception of a few stray strands of hair falling onto his face. After a few small makeshift conversations(and the whole series of some slice-of-life book bought), he finally gave you his name. Choso. “It suits you,” you complimented with a sweet smile. After that, he loved his name more than ever.

Nevertheless, Yuji never complained. Choso always offered to buy him whatever book he needed to complete his set. Choso got to see the ‘bookworm of his dreams’, Yuji got free books; it was a win-win for everyone. At least he thought so. At first the visits were planned ahead of time, often an offhand text from Choso asking ‘Need any books? We can go tomorrow.’, to spontaneous where the only heads-up is ‘Get dressed’. It didn’t bother Yuji at first, until he was greeted with the ‘new book smell’ everyday, and the same worn fluorescent lights giving him a migraine. His bookshelf was now filled to the brim, barely fitting any more books.

It wasn’t until he noticed the way his brother fidgeted more with the edge of his sleeve when talking to you, and the way he’d pretend to not see what book you were pointing to just to steal more time with you. Safe to say, he was tired. 

 And that’s how he found himself, watching his desperate brother aimlessly in a genre he was almost certain he never read. All because of a girl he could barely even properly talk to.

He was planning on meeting up with Megumi soon and watching his brother try–and fail–to flirt was not how he wanted to pass the time. He rolled his eyes wearily as Choso feigned confusion, looking up and down the same shelf over and over, silently praying you had clocked in.

“Can you please just ask her out already?” he snapped, pulling Choso out of his trance. 

“What?”

“Don’t do that. It’s starting to get sad watching you fumble over and over with this girl. Either ask her out or stop dragging me here.” He blinked. “Don’t you need that new book-” “No.” “What about-” he tried changing the subject, to steer the topic of you. Truth be told he had practiced a whole speech in his mirror every morning, fitting in small quips about previous small conversations you two had shared at the checkout counter or some cringy dad joke he had found about your favorite book genre, you had randomly mentioned before at checkout. But he was certain you’d decline. He knew he wasn’t someone who came into a room demanding attention. He was more or less the person who would stand in the corner of the room at a party, swirling a drink while looking around watching everyone else.

You were the complete opposite. You didn’t demand attention, you just brightened up the room: like a bright flame and he couldn’t help but be the moth attracted to it. 

You finally noticed him and his brother. “Choso? You’re here again?” He perked up. “Uh, yeah. Looking for a book.” “Geez, I wish I could read as fast as you, this is, like what? Your fifth time here? It’s only Thursday.” Your playful comment was responded with a glare from Yuji directed at his bashful brother who couldn’t help but feel heat rise up to his face. “Sixth actually,” he corrected, which only made his brother’s gaze harden. 

Yuji leaned in, murmuring, “I’m gonna go to the bathroom. Be right back.” He sauntered off, leaving you and Choso alone. “What book did you say you needed?” “I didn’t say.” Silence. ‘Shit. Was that rude? Is she mad? What if she’s looking for an excuse to leave?’ His thoughts certainly weren’t helping the way his palms became even more clammy, his eyes searching for some random book on the shelves he could claim to have needed help finding. The two sat in silence until–

“Are you looking for a job?”

“What?”

“Sorry, it’s just..I recently got promoted to assistant manager and we’re currently understaffed. You just seemed like you’re really into books because you come in everyday and–”

“You want to hire me?” After a beat of silence. “Yeah.”

He thought for a moment. To be honest, he was about to quit his current job, the hours were getting longer and his boss, lightly put, was a dick. The pay wasn’t even that good to be honest. He was barely making ends meet supporting him and his brother. If he took your offer, it would be a good choice considering the fact it would eliminate the tedious task of job-hunting. And he would be able to see you everyday.

“No. I just quit my old job actually.” Your face lit up. 

“Oh! That’s good then, well, not good in that sense but, y’know…?” you trailed off, preventing yourself from further embarrassing yourself. You cleared your throat before continuing, “Anyways, you’d start Friday, starting pay is $17.00, and you don’t need to worry about experience, I’ll teach you everything your first week. Say, how good are you at customer service?”

‘Complete shit.’ is what he wanted to respond with. His mind wandered to the time he almost had a panic attack after a client had called the shop, asking some vague question that he couldn’t even remember. Though, he assumed that would deter you from hiring him. 

“I’m…pretty good at it. My last job was nothing but customer service,” he lied. His last job consisted of acting as an assistant tattoo artist. It was a–although socially shitty–decent job, he didn’t have to speak to anyone, his boss, being the dick he is, rarely let him do big pieces of work, so he practically lounged around sketching and cleaning for barely minimum wage. 

“Well, do you think you could be here by 7 AM?” He wanted to say yes, be here as soon as he could. But damn his brother for failing his driving test. Until the start of summer, he was forced to act as Yuji’s uber, driving him and picking him up from school, unless his friends, Nobara and Megumi, drove him home. Fortunately for Yuji, he had three free rides. Unfortunately for Choso, this meant morning shifts were out of the question. “I can’t do anything before 9 AM, I take my brother to school in the mornings and pick him up in the afternoon at 4 PM.” He knew with that time window in mind, he would be reduced to minimal hours during the way, or hopefully, you’d give him a night shift. ‘That’s stupid, what library has a-’

“Well, we have a night shift. From 5 to 11. Would you be able to work during those times?” “Yeah..Friday?” You nodded. “Alright, then.” “Great! I’ll talk to my boss and tell them that we have a new hire! It’s gonna be fun working with you, Choso.” You gave a wink, playfully nudging his arm with your elbow. He stared down at that area your elbow came intact with, making a mental note to not wash his left arm tonight. 

After a few more minutes of working out hours and you letting him know what to expect, which mostly had to do with speaking and greeting customers–to his dismay. 

Soon after, a customer came in, walking up to the ‘Customer Service/Refund’ stand. The stand your manager placed you at. “Oh, sorry, Choso. I have to tend to someone else. It was great catching up, see you Friday,” without waiting for a response, you waved goodbye, flashing a bright smile, before leaving. “Bye,” he responded, though he knew you were too far away to hear him. He watched from afar as you sped-walk up to the stand, interacting with the stout customer. He concluded it was nothing more than a simple refund, but damn, did he think you looked pretty as you laughed at some dumb joke they made, handing you back the book. 

His eyes widened in realization. He had a job now. With you. The reason that he spent almost hundreds on books for Yuji, the reason he walked past the bookstore, slowing down purposely, hoping to see a glimpse of you in the window. Yuji came back afterwards, noticing the weird look his brother had. With a slight teasing lift in his voice and a smirk he knew annoyed him, he turned his head to Choso. “So, did ya ask her while I was gone?” He paused for a moment before responding. “No.” His smirk immediately fell. “What? So, what did you do while I was gone that whole time?!” he groaned, throwing his hands up. In reality, he didn’t need to use the restroom, he figured maybe Choso just needed to be without distractions or preferred not making an ass of himself in front of him. 

He glanced at Yuji before looking back in your direction. With a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, he replied-

“I got a job.”

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