Midnight Mayhem and Mischief
LISTEN TO THE NARRATED VERSION INSTEAD OF READING (ON MY TIKTOK!) Dancing with Danger: A Choso x Reader Story. The Jujutsu world thrived on chaos, and tonight was no exception. Intel pointed towards a Grade 1 curse user holed up in a decommissioned amusement park, a playground of rusted rides and skeletal silhouettes against the blood-red moon. You, strapped with your trusty weapon of choice and a mischievous grin, bounced on the balls of your feet, excitement buzzing through you.
“Ready to paint the town red… literally?” you purred, glancing at your partner-in-crime (and maybe, just maybe, something more), Choso. visitÂ
His crimson eyes flickered in the moonlight, a silent question. You knew that smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth – you’d seen it a thousand times. It meant trouble, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Always,” he rumbled, his voice a low vibration that sent shivers down your spine. listen to the narrated fanfiction story on my tiktok!
Waltz with Danger
The abandoned park was a deathly playground. Creaking swings swayed in the non-existent breeze, the stench of rotten cotton candy hanging heavy in the air. You and Choso moved with practiced ease, shadows flitting against the bleak landscape. Your eyes met, a silent communication passing between you – a thrill, a trust that transcended words.
A guttural laugh echoed in the distance. You peeked around a chipped carousel horse. There he was, the curse user, a hulking figure wreathed in cursed energy, toying with a terrified park mascot. Fury blazed in your eyes. You squeezed Choso’s hand, a silent promise exchanged.
A whistle, sharp and piercing, ripped through the air. The curse user whipped his head around, his eyes widening in surprise as you materialized from behind the carousel.
“Hey, ugly! Want to play a game?” you purred, your voice dripping with honeyed venom.
The battle was a exhilarating blur. Adrenaline surged through you as you fought side-by-side with Choso, his movements a symphony of strength and grace. Every time your eyes met, there was a spark – a shared understanding, a silent thank you for having your back. nanami kento juicy fanfic
A Comforting Ritual
The silence following the battle stretched on, broken only by the rhythmic chirps of crickets reclaiming the abandoned park. You leaned against Choso, your body pleasantly weighed down by a fatigue that felt oddly satisfying. His crimson eyes met yours, and for a fleeting moment, a vulnerability flickered in their depths.
“Hungry?” he rumbled, the usual gruffness back in his voice, but you weren’t fooled. There was something different in his gaze, a question lingering unspoken. An Unkown Obsession: Mikasa Ackerman x Reader
You gave a tired laugh. “Starving. How do you think we manage on these late-night missions without ramen?”
A ghost of a smile played at the corner of his lips. It wasn’t much, but coming from Choso, it felt like the sun breaking through storm clouds. With a shared look, you both knew the ramen shop debate was a well-worn comfort ritual, a way to bridge the unspoken gap between you.
Reaching the outskirts of the city, you opted for a hidden dango stall tucked away in a narrow alley. The aroma of roasted sesame seeds and sweet red bean paste hung heavy in the air, a welcome change from the stench of cursed energy.
The owner, a weathered woman with kind eyes, greeted you with a familiar smile. “Back so soon, troublemakers?”
“Just cleaning up the neighborhood, Obaa-san,” you replied with a wink. Choso, ever the stoic, just grunted a greeting. Bound By A Dark And Twisted Love: Muzan Kibutsuji x Reader
A Shift in the Air
While Obaa-san prepared your usual order, a comfortable silence settled between you. You sipped on steaming green tea, watching the city lights paint the night sky with a bruised purple glow. As if sensing your gaze, Choso turned to you, his expression unreadable.
“You fought well tonight,” he said, his voice low.
You met his gaze, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Couldn’t have done it without my grumpy partner.”
He scoffed, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Don’t get cocky, doll.”
The word, usually a playful barb, sent a shiver down your spine tonight. The air between you seemed to crackle with unspoken energy, a tension you hadn’t noticed before.
Taking a deep breath, you placed your teacup down, the clatter echoing in the small stall. “Choso,” you began, your voice barely a whisper. “There’s something…”
He cut you off, his gaze intense. “What is it, doll?”
You hesitated, unsure how to articulate the jumbled mess of emotions swirling inside you. “This,” you gestured vaguely between you, “it’s not just about the missions anymore, is it?”
A flicker of surprise, then understanding, crossed his features. He leaned closer, his voice a husky murmur. “No, doll. It’s not.” Rooftop Rendezvous: Gojo x Reader Fanfiction
The Passion Unleashed
The warm glow of the dango stall faded as you and Choso stepped out onto the moonlit street. The city lights shimmered in the distance, a stark contrast to the quiet residential area you were traversing. You expected the familiar walk back to your apartment, a comfortable silence punctuated by the rhythmic clinking of your chopsticks replaying in your mind.
Instead, Choso stopped abruptly at a dimly lit corner, the alleyway shrouded in shadows. A flicker of apprehension danced in your stomach, but before you could voice it, Choso’s hand clamped onto your arm, his grip surprisingly tight.
“Here,” he said simply, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.
The playful banter, the mission, the world outside this alleyway seemed to shrink. All that remained was him, his crimson eyes burning with an intensity you hadn’t witnessed before.
Confusion warred with a strange sense of anticipation. “Choso?” you breathed, your voice barely audible. Adopted Into The Forger Family And Finding Your Secret Power
He cupped your face in his large, calloused hand, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone. The playful teasing Choso always held at bay seemed to have vanished, replaced by a raw hunger that made your heart pound a frantic rhythm.
Before you could question him further, his lips were on yours. The kiss was unlike any you’d shared before. This wasn’t the teasing banter you’d grown accustomed to, but a desperate claim, a collision of unspoken desires. He devoured you, his grip tightening on your arm, his tongue pushing past your defenses with a possessive urgency.
You moaned, your own desire flaring as you clung to his broad shoulders. The years of unspoken feelings, the tension that simmered beneath the surface, erupted in this passionate explosion.
He pulled back, his chest heaving, his crimson eyes blazing into yours. “Doll,” he rasped, his voice rough with emotion. “I—”
“Don’t,” you whispered, your own voice breathless. “Show me.”
His eyes searched yours for a heartbeat, his expression a storm of conflicting emotions. Then, with a groan that spoke volumes, he pressed you against the rough brick wall. There was an urgency in his touch, a possessiveness that sent a jolt of excitement through you. His other hand ripped the jacket from your shoulders, tossing it aside with a disregard for the cool night air.
“You deserve better, doll,” he muttered between scorching kisses, his voice thick with a desperate sincerity, “but right now, all I want is you. Prove to me this darkness isn’t all I deserve.”
