#choso x reader

[abielrix]

Okay first post but I NEEDDD incubus choso fics for kinktober where hes submissive and whiney and he can't stop and ur so tired

[thatsgurlbebonkers1]

REAL footage of me every night reading the 100th fic of choso calling me mommy and breaking my back

[rottinghampalace]

CAT HYBRIDS NEAR U! | c.k. x gn reader

hybrid!reader x owner!choso, no use of pronouns, gendered terms, etc., suggestive at best but no smut, owner/pet dynamics, more choso’s pov, vague morality lowkey, 18+

choso didn’t ever think he would be the kind of person to own a hybrid. and not just any kind of hybrid: a cat. yes, absolutely he was a cat person. he found himself to be very akin to the feline species. he had a large family, reminiscent of the large litters of kittens he would see born to the neighborhood and alley cats. he was protective of that family in the same way. he had an affinity for long naps in the sun, and seemed somewhat standoff-ish and anti social at the best of times. but once he warmed up to you, nothing could pry him away.

so he had considered more than once that maybe someday in the future, he could see himself as a pet owner, but never a hybrid. he swore he’d never encountered a hybrid owner that was completely normal. even his good friend who owned one was a little stranger than most. choso was 90% sure the man was doing absolutely filthy things with the catboy he adopted a year and a half ago, if the copious amounts of hickeys and the way the hybrid’s ears drooped in a lovesick way were anything to go by. his friend may the an exception to the many, many hybrid owners that adopt for the sole purpose of having a legal slave in their homes since they fell into whatever they have going on only 3 months ago, but it still rubbed him the wrong way. 8 months ago, choso would have said that the entire hybrid adoption system was a poorly disguised socially accepted fetish. but 3 months ago, he had gotten drunk. soooooo so drunk despite it being relatively early on a sunny saturday afternoon. when he left the bar his friends took him to and wandered past a hybrid pound, he was doomed from the start.

in the window, perched on a hybrid-sized cat bed, curled up in a heap of pillows and napping in the sun, there was you, the prettiest damn thing he ever laid eyes on. your body was nestled in softness, the sunlight kissing your skin and the fur of your tail as it flicked lazily against your thigh. Ears perked up and twitched from the sounds inside, but you were so undisturbed —so willfully aware that there was a starstruck man looming outside the window, jaw slack and salivating. he stood there for what felt like hours, but it was really only a few minutes before you turned and stretched those delicious legs, reclining once again. eyes still closed, ears still twitching —undisturbed.

and then he saw your face, feline and sharp, but rounded at the edges by sleep. his heart stuttered and stopped. he clutched his chest, drunkenly wondering if he would die like this: staring at a pretty black cat hybrid, eyes glued to the glass even as he rotted away. but the way your lashes fluttered against your cheeks made him stir, clinging to life. you yawned, long and exhausted from nothing but the weight of your own furry perfection, exposing fangs that made him shiver, wondering how it would feel to run his tongue against those sharp edges. he almost zoned out again, but he saw your eyes drift open, like you knew you had an audience. a very, very engaged one. the thought of the most gorgeous creature on the planet seeing him through the glass, hair mused, clothes rumpled, face red from liquor and his own bashfulness made him nauseous, and so he pivoted on his heel and ran, head down and swimming with thoughts.

he came back the next day, and the day after that, glancing through the window to see you sitting pretty right where he left you. you took naps every day around 3 pm, not waking until around 6pm when the workers would take you back to your actual room. you were their prize in the window. a living, breathing advertisement for a hybrid pound that had seen better days and knew it. you were too good for this. too pretty and precious to be seen through glass like a mannequin in a storefront. the more he thought about it, the more beside himself he grew about it, especially when wandering eyes would approach the glass and tap on it while you slept, disturbing your slumber just to get a better glimpse. the loose fitting clothes they put you in did nothing to hide what you had, and choso couldn’t stand anyone else gawking over what he could plainly see was meant for the greatest respect and admiration.

that’s basically what he looped in his head when he entered the pound for the first time, a paycheck’s worth of 20s in his front pocket so he could adopt you on the spot. he spent the last 24 hours researching everything and anything he needed to know about the adoption process, so he came prepared with all the legal shit printed in a crisp folder and his background check in another. he told himself he was taking you to a better place, and thats what your caretakers said when they brought you to him. the first meeting was everything. your eyes, your lips, your smile… everything about you made his chest ache and his stomach swirl. he took you home the same day, but not before stopping at every major store in the area and blowing through more than he planned to get what you needed. he took you to pick out your bed, toys, and a dining set. he bought you special brushes for your fur and products meant for cat hybrids specifically. he bought your favorite snacks and treats, a trimming set for your claws, and despite already having a suitcase of clothes, he took you to the mall and drained his wallet even more to get you a new closet.

cats are standoff-ish, and black cats are certainly known to be the pickiest with their humans, but no matter how reserved you were when he first adopted you, by sunset when he took you home, you were hanging from his biceps as he carried in your loot. he cleared his office the night before to give you your own room, but it didnt fucking matter. attached to the hip as he put your bed together, but you still weasled your way into his bed for the first night.

“cats like to mark their territory, you know?” you said, low and silky into the crook of his neck as you settled into his arms. he nodded shakily, swallowing a lump in his throat as his hands hovered over your waist. you were too comfortable. not just in how that feline softness pressed against his sharp edges, or how you felt like a cloud come to life. no, you were comfortable in underwear that matched your ears, and a shirt you stole from his wardrobe. chest to chest, he could feel your body vibrating as you purred on top of him, legs tangled and your ears brushing his collar. it took you wrapping your tail around his arm for him to give in and crush you to his chest, shakily exhaling against your head as he melted into the bed. your purring grew louder, and when you woke up, you were even more ensnared in each other than before.

choso supposes it’s in a cats nature to have humans buy things just to not use them at all, regardless of how everything is tailored to your tastes, because this habit of “marking territory” didn’t only extend to his bed and pillows. his clothes became your clothes, the toys he got you were replaced by his jewelry and piercings… the only thing that seemed safe was his brush because:

“humans have such brittle hair,” you had complained one day after trying to use his and immediately regretting how harsh the bristles were on your fur.

“that’s why i got you your own brush, sweet thing..” he murmured, cooing as he gathered you into his arms, hugging you to his chest and pressing a slow, aching kiss to the top of your head, right between your ears. he smiled against your fur when he saw them twitch, unable to resist another kiss to the sharp peak of one. “you shouldn’t ruin your fur with a hard brush..” reaching a hand down, he gathered the end your your tail in his palm, stroking the part that you were just seconds ago. gently, he pet your tail from the middle to the top, thumbing against the fur as he hummed softly, reclining against the pillows and taking you with him. but then, your tail snapped from his gentle grasp, and his gaze went down immediately, his expression twisting with concern as you seemed to shiver.

“it’s sensitive..” you mumbled into his chest, purring as you settled into his lap, undeterred by his ignorance of your anatomy. his hand flinched back, fingers rubbing his palm, feeling where your soft fur had just rested. he took a slow breath, hoping you couldn’t hear his heartbeat under your ear as he tried and failed to resist conjuring an image of how you would react to him actually playing with it; with you. as you tucked yourself under his chin, still as undisturbed as ever, choso realized he was far less so. it’s been 8 months since he first saw you (6 that he’s owned you) and he’s still yet to quell the deep rooted longing that brought him back to the pound to admire you in the first place. he can’t blame his drunken stupor anymore, and he certainly can’t keep using the excuse that he saved you from the pound, because it’s just not true.

whenever he asks you about your time at the facility, despite how it was second-rate at best, the truth is that you were not unhappy there. you had friends you still talk to from time to time. he bought you a phone so you’re not lonely without them, and vice versa. you were fed well and treated well there. many of the staff had gathered to you like honey bees around a flower patch, saying heartfelt goodbyes to the black cat they all adored so dearly. it almost made him cry. your presence in the pound’s front window was the most offensive thing they did, but you seemed to not care in the slightest since you got to nap.

with all this rolling around in his head, he couldn’t deny that the main and most important reason he adopted you was because he was appalled by the idea of not being around you. of never knowing your scent or the warmth of your body. the way your voice soothes his busy brain, or how your touch is enough to zap the stress from his very bones. ever since he adopted you, his world has been a little brighter, a little happier, especially because all his siblings are adults now, and visits are not as frequent as before. loneliness hinders the soul unlike anything else.

he’s a grown man, and he knows he will have to reckon with the fact that he is now the legal owner of a cat hybrid because of his own greed and selfishness, but right now, he can’t. and if it doesn’t hurt the pretty little thing sitting in his lap and scrolling his phone to find a cute new collar, he truly couldn’t care less.

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1.9k ish words idk once again this is only mildly edited. might write smut with this concept prolly maybe

[velvetdaryl]

choso posts whimper audios on twitter

[rottinghampalace]

hot girl shit cumming soon

[joojoobugs]

asking jjk men for gym pics pt. 1 pt.2

choso kamo

satoru gojo

toji fushiguro

[chososcrunchysock]

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jjk oneshot!!

Things Choso Doesn't Understand

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Choso had survived a great many things.

He had fought sorcerers. He had spent centuries trapped in a state between life and death. He had watched his brothers die. He had killed for them. He had nearly died for them.

So, naturally, the thing that confused him most was a phone.

"Okay," you said, holding the device out toward him. "You have to swipe."

Choso stared at it. "I am swiping."

"You're pressing."

"I am moving my finger across the screen."

"You're moving it approximately two millimeters."

Choso frowned.

You laughed. That beautiful, soft laughter that lit up a room. And he immediately looked at you. You haven’t said anything particularly interesting. He looked at you, just because you were laughing.

That was becoming a problem.

He looked back at the phone.

"Show me again."

You stepped closer and gently took his hand.

"Like this."

She guided his finger across the screen.

The phone unlocked.

Choso stared at it.

Then at your hands.

Then at you.

His expression remained completely serious.

"...Why did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Take my hand."

You blinked.

"I was showing you how to use the phone."

"Oh.”

He looked down again.

Something felt strange in his chest.

Not painful. Just unfamiliar.

He had felt something similar when one of his brothers was hurt, but this wasn't the same. When his brothers were in danger, there was an immediate instinct to protect them.

This was different.

He wanted you to keep holding his hand. That realization made him pull his hand away.

You Immediately tilt your head.

"You okay?"

"Yes."

"You look like you just saw a curse."

"I am thinking."

“About?"

Choso stared at the phone.

“Nothing.”

You smiled.

“Whatever you say Cho.”

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"Why is the cat wearing sunglasses?"

"Because it's funny."

"Why?"

"Because... it just is."

Choso stared at the screen.

You were teaching Choso what memes were. Granted, it wasn’t going very well.

You waited.

He looked at you softly, those crimson eyes locked on your delicate features.

"I don't understand."

You bursted into laughter again.

He didn't understand the meme (again).

But he understood that he liked hearing you laugh.

So he watched another one.Then another. And another.Eventually, Choso quietly saved one.

You noticed.

"You liked that one Cho?"

He nodded.

"Yes."

"Why?"

He hesitated.

"Because you laughed."

Your smile softened.

"Oh."

Choso looked away.

There it was again.

That strange feeling.

Warm.

Embarrassing.

Persistent.

He still had no name for it.

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The realization came much later.

You were sitting together on the couch.

You were scrolling through your phone while Choso watched some documentary you had INSISTED was "important modern education."

He wasn't really watching it.

He was watching you.

The way your expression changed when she read something funny.

The little movements you made without realizing it.

The way you occasionally leaned against his shoulder when you got comfortable.

Choso had never thought much about closeness.

With his brothers, physical closeness had always been natural.They were family. They were his world.

But when you leaned against him, his heart behaved strangely.

He looked down at you.

You didn't notice.

"Y/N."

"Hm?"

"What does it mean when you want someone to stay?"

You looked up.

"Depends."

"On what?"

"Who they are."

Choso was quiet. For a long time.

"What if you don't want them to leave even when there is no reason for them to stay?"

You studied him.

"Then maybe you care about them a lot."

"I care about my brothers."

"I know."

"But this is different."

Your expression softened.

"Different how?"

Choso looked away.

"I don't know."

For once, he sounded almost frustrated.

"I understand protecting my brothers. I understand wanting them safe. I understand loving them."

He paused.

"But when it comes to you..."

His fingers curled slightly against his lap.

"I don't understand myself."

Choso finally looked at your eyes.

"I think about you when you're not here."

You felt your cheeks warm.

"I want to know what makes you happy."

He continued quietly.

"When something happens, you're the first person I want to tell."

His expression softened.

"And when you smile at me, I feel..."

He stopped.

You smiled gently.

"Happy?"

"Yes."

"Then maybe that's your answer."

Choso thought about it.

Love.He knew love.He had loved his brothers more than anything.But perhaps love wasn't limited to one shape.Perhaps there were different kinds.Different feelings.Different people who could become important in different ways.

He didn't need to understand everything immediately.

For now, he only knew one thing.

He wanted you to stay.

You nudged his shoulder.

"So..."

"So?"

"You still don't understand memes?"

Choso stared at you.

"No."

You laughed.

"You're hopeless."

"I am learning."

"Very slowly."

"I am learning because you are the one who’s teaching me."

You smiled.

"Yeah?"

Choso nodded.

"Yes."

Then, after a moment, he quietly added:

"I like having you as my teacher."

Your smile grew.

And Choso discovered something else he didn't understand.

He really, really liked making you smile.

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[suguruscherry]

Your boyfriend Choso makes an instagram account just to follow you

content: established relationship, fluff, he's obsessed with you, "i love you", "baby" as a pet name

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You were sitting on your couch in the middle of making your monthly photo dump instagram post with Choso reading in your lap. He finished the chapter he was on, put the book down, and stretched out across your lap, his biceps flexing against the tight cotton of his white t-shirt. He looked up at your phone.

"Whatcha doin?" he inquired.

"Making an instagram post," you responded absentmindedly.

His eyebrows knit as he sat up.

"Wait… can I see those photos?"

You looked over at him, slightly confused.

"…sure?" you handed him the phone.

He scrolled through the photos you had queued up - pictures of things you had done, food you had eaten, some selfies, some photos with him. He looked over at you with genuine hurt in his eyes.

"I haven't seen any of these," he said sadly.

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from giggling. He was so cute it was almost unbearable.

"Well, I told you about all of it, though. I mean, you were with me when I took most of these photos, Cho. You're literally in some of them."

He sighed.

"I know, but I still didn't get to see it from your perspective. And I definitely didn't see these gorgeous photos of you. Why don't you send me your selfies?"

You couldn't hold back your giggle this time.

"Because you see me in person on the days I take selfies! Why would I send you pictures of me looking exactly how you just saw me?"

"Because then I have them on my phone to look at whenever I want to. Can you send me all of these? Please?"

You gave him a sweet look and leaned over to kiss his cheek.

"Why don't you just make an instagram account? I post a ton on my story, too."

His face dropped and he looked over at you like a man who had just been stepped on.

"What? Oh my god. Like what? I didn't realize I was missing so much," he handed you your phone back and pulled his out to download the app.

You giggled again, "Cho, you aren't missing anything, you're with me in real life. Like, all the time."

He shook his head, the app already opened on his phone.

"How do I find you on here?"

"You have to make a profile first, then I'll help you search for me."

He followed the prompts and set his username as "[y/n]sboyfriend[y/b/d]". He then clicked to upload a profile picture, opening up an album titled "[y/n]♥". You dramatically gasped in a joking way when you saw the folder.

"Wow, obsessed with me or something?" you teased.

He looked over at you, a slightly confused look on his face now.

"…yes? Of course I am," he confirmed.

It made your heart skip a beat, but he just looked right back to his phone like he said something nonchalant and obvious. To him, it was.

Back to his task. He chose the most recent photo he had taken of you, one from a date he took you on a few days earlier. He then handed you the phone to find your profile and follow it. Then, he laid down on his stomach and pulled you to come lay on his back. You laid on him like he wanted, you enjoying the feeling of his strong body underneath yours, him being comforted by the pressure of your body on top of him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his shoulder, softly inhaling his warm scent.

"Okay, let's go through these," he said once you had gotten into position.

He spent the next hour going through every post with you, scrolling through each photo and liking all the posts. He chatted about the photos with you, citing memories, complimenting you, or asking questions. He commented on a few of them on the app, too. It made you giggle.

"Cho, I'm right here. You can just say it to me," you teased.

"I am, I will," he looked over at you, "you're so pretty, baby," then turned back to his phone and commented the same thing with a heart emoji.

You couldn't help but blush at him. He loved you so damn that much he basically made you a fanpage. You squeezed him a little tighter and kissed his jawline. He looked over at you and smiled.

"I love you, baby."

"Love you too, Cho."