Eddie Munson Masterlist.

Giving you roses

⤬ when you receive flowers that aren’t from them

incl ⤬ Nanami Satoru Suguru Toji Choso Ino Sukuna

xtra ⤬ this kinda sucks but wanted to post <\3 srry for inactivity

The room was bathed in a soft, golden glow from the dim bedside lamp. The air was still, and a gentle quiet had settled between you and Yuji. You lay together, bodies warm and close, both of you still catching your breath. There was a moment where neither of you spoke, the intimacy still humming in the space between you, soft and tender.

Yuji shifted beside you, his arm tightening around your waist as he pulled you closer against his chest. You could feel his heart racing, but it wasn’t long before it slowed, matching the calm rhythm of your own.

“You okay?” he asked softly, his voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room. His hand stroked your hair, the motion soothing and affectionate. He pressed a light kiss to your forehead, making your heart swell with warmth.

You smiled, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “I’m perfect,” you whispered, your fingers tracing small patterns on his chest.

He let out a relieved sigh, his warm breath tickling your skin. Yuji was always so sweet, so attentive. Even in moments like this, when his body was exhausted, his first thought was always to make sure you were alright. It was one of the things you loved most about him—how deeply he cared.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” His voice was soft, almost hesitant, as if he was afraid of the answer. Yuji, despite his strength and power, was always so gentle with you, so careful.

You lifted your head slightly to meet his gaze, your fingers brushing against his cheek. “No, Yuji, not at all. You were perfect. It was perfect.”

His eyes softened, a shy smile pulling at his lips. “Good. I just… I always wanna make sure I’m taking care of you, you know?”

You chuckled lightly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “You always do.”

He smiled against your lips, then pulled back to rest his forehead against yours. The moment was quiet, peaceful, and filled with a kind of love that didn’t need to be spoken. Yuji’s hand continued to run through your hair, his other arm still wrapped securely around you, as if he wanted to keep you close forever.

“Do you want anything?” he asked after a few moments, his voice still soft. “Water? A snack? I can get you something if you’re hungry.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his earnestness. He was always looking out for you, even in the simplest ways. “I’m okay, really. But if you want to cuddle for a bit longer, I wouldn’t say no.”

Yuji’s eyes lit up at that, his smile widening as he held you a little tighter. “I can do that,” he said, his voice warm and filled with affection.

He shifted the two of you, pulling the blankets up around your shoulders and making sure you were both comfortable. His arms wrapped around you once more, his chest pressed to your back as he spooned you from behind. His body was warm and comforting, and you felt safe in his embrace.

“I’m so lucky,” he mumbled, his lips brushing against the back of your neck.

You smiled, closing your eyes as you relaxed into him. “No, Yuji. I’m the lucky one.”

And with that, you both drifted off into a peaceful, contented silence, knowing that in each other’s arms, everything was just right.

Change of Heart - Choso Kamo x Reader

[First time writing Choso and hopefully it won't be the last 👉👈 Includes hurt/comfort fluff, mentions of pain and treating injuries, and light angst. Word count: 2100]

This is it.

Your back hits the cold stone wall behind you as you try desperately to back away. You stare up at the man looming over you - he looks human enough on the surface, but he has to be a curse. From his hair, pulled into two spiked buns, to his white and purple robes, along with the strange mark across his face, his appearance is all too reminiscent of the other bizarre entities you've encountered throughout Shibuya in the past few hours. Not only that, but his cursed energy is strong and strangely familiar, as if you've felt his presence before.

“Who are you?” he demands in a low voice. You really can't afford to piss him off, so you have no choice but to take the honest route.

“My name is Y/N, I'm a jujutsu sorcerer.”

The man's eyes narrow. “Do you know Yuji Itadori?”

You gulp. Of course you do - you've been on a team with Itadori for a few months now. Either way, just about everyone knows him as the King of Curses’ vessel by now. Despite the implications of that title, it's never been a problem for you. Itadori is one of the best allies you've had, and a good person at heart. What business this man has with him, you have no idea. It certainly isn't the most confusing thing you've encountered tonight.

“Yes, I know him,” you admit.

“And what association do you have with him?”

“I'm… His teammate.”

The man steps toward you, his gaze holding strong. “Did you help him kill my brothers?”

Brothers? Can curses even have siblings?

That's when you realize why this man's cursed energy feels so familiar. It's almost identical to two curses you encountered on a previous mission with the others. However, you had no part in exterminating the curses - Itadori and Kugisaki had it handled.

“I met them, but…”

The man clenches his teeth. “It's just as I thought, then.” He steps toward you once again, his fists balled tightly at his sides. You tremble, your eyes locked on the figure towering over you. His gaze cuts straight through your soul. It holds more than just the hatred typical of curses - you can see the grief, and pain, in his eyes.

The mark on his face changes shape as he raises his hand, manifesting a swirling mass of red liquid. Blood?

You close your eyes, raising your arms and bracing for impact. “No, please, I didn't kill your brothers! I-I don't want to die!”

He stands still for a moment. The blood dissipates as he drops to one knee in front of you. You look up, surprised to find him only a few inches from your face.

You flinch, swatting at him desperately. “S-Stay back, curse!”

He scoffs, grabbing your wrists and holding them still, to your dismay. “Calm down. I'm not going to kill you.” He raises an eyebrow. “And what makes you assume I'm just another curse?”

You glance away, giving up your aggression. “Y-Your cursed energy, it's strong. And it's the same as the two curses I encountered before…”

His intense gaze falters, a bittersweet smile taking its place. “So you really did meet my brothers.” He lets go of you and shifts to sit in a more comfortable position, his legs now crossed. “I think I may have misjudged. My name is Choso. I'm part-curse, part-human. So were my brothers. It's… Complicated.”

Choso looks you up and down, taking note of your injuries. You stay still and silent, eyeing him cautiously. You've never heard of a half-human, half-curse, but it explains a lot. You can't help but let your curiosity be piqued.

“Y/N, you're badly injured. Let me help you.”

Your heart twists with a mix of emotions. Are you supposed to feel comforted or terrified?

“What? You're… Not going to hurt me?”

He sighs. “As I said, no, I'm not going to harm you. All I could think about was how my brothers must have felt the same way you do right now.”

Your heart sinks. You've never felt empathy for a “curse” before. Somehow, you get a feeling like he's more human than a lot of other people you've dealt with.

Choso stands up, offering you a hand. “Let's get you somewhere safe, so we can take care of these wounds. Can you stand?”

You lift yourself to your feet, only to feel a sharp pain shoot through your leg. You lose balance, and Choso hurries to your side, slipping his arm firmly around you.

“It's okay, I won't let you fall. There's a safe spot nearby. Just follow my lead.”

And so, you find yourself being carried along by the half-curse, your arms wrapped snugly around each other. Choso is surprisingly warm - a welcome contrast to the cold October air. You find yourself leaning into him as you walk, to which he doesn't appear to mind at all. You make your way through the rubble, trying not to look up at the now devastated Shibuya too often. After a few surprisingly quiet minutes, you make it to a building that appears mostly untouched by any attacks.

“I think this is a suitable spot,” Choso observes, leading you through the doorway. You look around at the interior - it appears to have been an apartment, though its inhabitants have certainly evacuated for good by now. Choso sets you down on the couch, its cushions covered with a thin layer of dust and debris from the shaken building. He walks into an adjoining room, shuffling around in a cabinet before returning with an armful of first-aid items.

“First we have to clean these wounds,” he states. You gulp, eyeing the bottle of peroxide in his hand. He sits on the couch, facing you, and sets the items by his side. “May I remove your clothes?”

Your face heats up. How can he ask a question like that with such an unbothered expression!?

“Well?” he adds, his face unchanging. “Your face is very red all of a sudden, are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah, I'm fine! That's fine…”

He tilts his head curiously, finding your flustered demeanor to be entertaining in a way.

“Okay. I'm going to have to take off this shirt. I should only have to lift one of the legs of your pants, though.” He takes the bottom of your Jujutsu High uniform top in his hands, casually pulling it up and off of your body. You shiver in response to the cold air hitting your skin. He sets the article aside, before pulling up the leg of your pants just above your knee in a similar manner. Luckily, they're loosely fitted and don't have to be removed entirely. At least you're saved from that awkwardness.

Choso places a hand on your side, turning your body slightly so he can take a peek at your back. You stare down at the couch, trying not to let your nervousness get in the way.

He looks over your wounds thoughtfully. “You have some cuts on your back, but nothing severe. This gash on your knee is a bit worse, but you shouldn't need stitches.” He grabs the peroxide and a rag, pouring some of the clear liquid onto the cloth.

“I'll start with your leg.” He presses the cloth to your skin with a focused look, and you instinctively pull your leg back, hissing at the stinging sensation. He lifts his head, his expression surprisingly patient.

“You're going to have to stay still, okay?” He says, slowly guiding your leg back toward him. “This will only take a moment, I promise. Are you ready now?”

You nod, biting your lip in anticipation of the pain. He carefully places the rag back against your knee, holding your leg gently in place with his free hand. Every once in a while he glances up at your face, keeping careful track of your expressions. Your eyes follow Choso's hand as he moves the rag slowly across the wound, wiping away the blood. Finally, he sets the rag aside, checking over your knee once more before letting it go.

“That's much better,” he comments. “Now, your back. Could you turn around? It will be easier that way.”

You turn your back toward Choso, closing your eyes this time. Although the wounds on your back aren't as deep, they span across a larger area for sure. This one is going to be tough. Choso prepares another rag, bringing it slowly to your skin.

“A-AH-” you cover your mouth with one hand, strangling an exclamation of pain, and grip the couch tightly with your other. Choso continues this time, running the rag carefully along each cut. You bite your lip as tears threaten to spill from your eyes. Choso places his free hand on your shoulder, gently rubbing your skin and hushing you.

“It's okay. You're doing just fine… Perfect, perfect, we're almost done…”

You focus on his words, letting the tears fall down your cheeks as Choso finishes with your last wound. Before you know it, he's turning you back around to face him and pulling you close, his arms wrapped comfortingly around you. You open your eyes, finding yourself surrounded by the soft fabric of his outfit. You bring your hands between your chest and his body, holding onto the cloth as you exhale shakily.

“It's okay, it's okay,” he repeats, rubbing your back. You peek up, a caring look shining in the darkness of his eyes. He continues to hold you for a moment before reaching for the bandages. He backs slightly away from you, giving himself enough space to wrap your wounds with the same gentleness as before. Surprisingly, the pain has started to subside already.

“How does that feel?” he asks, sounding slightly proud of himself. You fold and unfold your leg, then turn your torso from side to side, finding that it doesn't hurt nearly as much as before.

“That's a lot better… Thank you, Choso,” you say shakily. Choso rests his hands on either side of your face, wiping the last of your tears away with his thumbs. He wants to say something but he doesn't know how. He parts his lips, only to hesitate and close them again, and looks thoughtfully into your eyes as though he'll find the answer there.

“Y/N…” he pauses, carefully considering his words. He rests his hands back on his lap. “For some reason… you make me feel something I haven't felt before. It's similar to how I felt toward my brothers, but… still, different.”

He takes your hands in his own, looking down at them contemplatively.

“I want to protect you, and keep you close, and… Do you know what I mean!?” He says, exasperated.

Love.

“I do.”

Your breath hitches as Choso grabs your face, pressing his lips frantically against your own. Your heart pounds as he holds you in a deep kiss, before pulling away just as quickly. The feeling lingers on your lips, and admittedly, it's a really good one.

“W-Was that okay? Did I do that right?” he pants, still close enough that you can feel his breath. His pale face is now tinted with a deep blush. “I'm sorry, I've never-”

“Yes, you did…” You cut off his overthinking, leaning in for another try. He lets out a small, surprised sound before melting into the kiss. This time it's longer, more confident, yet still as passionate as the last. Choso drapes his arms around your back once again, craving more of this warm feeling filling his heart. No matter how wrong everything outside these walls may be, everything feels right with you in his arms.

You let out a soft laugh as you pull away, catching your breath. Choso smiles, brushing his sharp bangs out of his face with a swipe of his hand. You remain in his embrace for a long moment, basking in his safe, comforting presence. But as you come down from the heat of the moment, something nags at you deep down.

“Choso, what are you going to do now?” you whisper, recalling your initial conversation. He takes a deep breath. His burning desire to get revenge for his brothers still remains… but he can't let go of this new feeling. He's certain of that.

“I'm going to go find Itadori.” he says firmly, standing from the couch. “But… I want you to come with me. I feel it's best if we sort this out together.”

You follow Choso back into the city, walking hand-in-hand through the darkness. With him by your side, this time it doesn't feel so scary.

 𖹭 cw mildly suggestive, severely silly, fluff, mdni

    〢bad habits | jjk x reader smau | est relationship ft. gojo, nanami, suguru, choso, sukuna you've recently moved in together & your habits disturb them

now that i'm an adult, i'll say it.

BOLIN WAS ALWAYS FINER THAN MAKO

more fanart for @lespepsippr because ALLLL marks are yearners deep down and i love coming up with different hairstyles and hcs for their personalities with each of the readers.

i like to think mohawk mc learned which variant she was dealing with and said fuck that and dedicated her time in the invincible universe becoming an academic weapon instead (he noticed her anyway rest in peace)

quiet weekends with choso. neither of you have to deal with any missions, plus yuuji is safe with his teachers so choso is free from the responsibility of being an older brother for just a little while.

door locked, phones on silent; it's just you and him at his apartment. comfortable clothes, warm meals that you cook together, lots of laughter as you stand next to him over the sink and help out with dishes. plenty of cuddling, naps, and soft touches while watching movies on the living room couch. resting in the bath he prepared for you while he sits near the tub and talks to you about anything and everything. taking a break from telling your own stories to kiss him, because he's adorably staring at you like you hung the moon and the stars and he's so fucking in love with you.

wearing his hoodie to bed because even though you're sleeping next to him, it's not enough; you want to be fully consumed by his scent and everything else that makes him so wonderful. long conversations in the dimly-lit bedroom as it rains outside. him pulling you closer and whispering just how much you mean to him. sex so gentle, loving and so intimate that you nearly cry because it feels so good and he makes you feel so safe. falling asleep to the feeling of being so treasured, and waking up to him cuddling you. his hair is messy and he's barely awake, and he's softly kissing you and telling you to go back to sleep because he can tell you're still tired.

him watching you sleep, silently promising to you that in the future, you'll have more than weekends with him; you'll have forever with him.

Husband! Sukuna with a big, fat wedding ring he ties around a necklace n’ keeps close to his heart. Or, at least, that was the teasing excuse you’d made up - and the one that Sukuna had so fervently declined (it was totally the reason- shhhh.)

Husband! Sukuna that stays up late polishing and cleansing off every speck n’ stupid piece of dust on his most prized treasure - after you, that is. And if you catch him - hell no, you didn’t.

Husband! Sukuna toying with his hefty band whenever he’s going out on an errand without your pretty presence. Twiddling it once, twice, thrice while assuring you that of course he’s gonna come back home safely. Who the hell do you think he is?

Husband! Sukuna pulling out the very same ring and flashing it towards whatever persistent extra that’d pushed past his RBF and thought they had a chance with him. “You see this? This is a sign that m’gonna go home right now and fuck my wife until she can’t walk.”

Husband! Sukuna popping the question again - over and over right in the middle of it. Before pulling another, matching wedding band to slide right on top of your original. And he won’t look at you - won’t even try - when he’s muttering into the soiled sheets, “Let’s get married all over again.”

Yuji Itadori

Yuji was OBSESSED with you, you couldn't deny that you loved all the attention he gave you and all the attention he needed, he was like a puppy.

His hand was always on you, there was no time of the day when he wasn't touching you, this guy is desperate for your attention and if he feels like you're not giving him enough he's going to take you in his big, strong arms and squeeze you against him until he feels like he has 100% of your attention all to himself again. Oh! And you won't have to worry, Yuji only has eyes for you.

“say ‘i’m the man!’”

eren’s voice carries down the hall, boisterous and loud as it easily reaches every corner of your small one bedroom apartment.

you furrow your brows and glance in the general direction of the sound, but decide to ignore it and continue on with breakfast—gathering a dollop of strawberry jam on your knife before spreading it onto a piece of toast.

you’d rather not know what the two of them are up to, eren and your two year old son that is. he’s supposed to be getting the kid ready for the day, but whether or not that’s actually happening is a different story.

“i’m da man!” his little voice repeats the sentence—not quite as powerful as his dad, but still loud enough to find your ears.

“louder!” eren shouts, and you immediately drop what you’re doing to head towards them.

your slippers scuff against the floor as you shuffle down the hall, following the source of sound until it leads you just outside the bathroom door. you nudge it with your foot, causing it to creep open and reveal the duo—your son, who’s standing on the counter, and eren, who—at the very least, is holding onto him.

“hi,” eren grins, prompting his mini me to do the same. you note the atrocious man bun, well, little man bun your son is sporting—hair haphazardly pulled together at the back of his head.

eren gestures to him, pride flooding his features as he mumbles, “he’s the man.”

“oh yeah?” a smile tugs at your own lips—every ounce of authority you waltzed over here with threatening to vanish into thin air as you look at your little family. nevertheless, someone has to enforce the rules around here. “well, tell the man that if he doesn’t keep it down, he’s not getting any chocolate milk with his breakfast.”

the two of them exchange a glance, an identical look of concern—real and genuine from your son, dramatic and over the top from your fiancé.

“should we go eat?” eren whispers to him, naively expecting him to follow in his footsteps again.

“yeah!” your son yells, excitement filling his eyes at the mention of his all time favourite beverage. he sets a new record every time he chugs a glass, and always gets a kick out of the little moustache he gets afterwards—loving that he looks like dad.

“buddy,” eren laughs as he lightly cups a hand over the toddler’s mouth. “shhh, quiet okay? you heard the boss, no chocolate milk if you yell.”

your son puts his hand over his own mouth and nods his head, prompting eren to lift him onto the floor and send him scurrying off into the kitchen—little feet padding against the hardwood.

“what the hell?” you say, keeping your voice low to ensure your baby doesn’t hear. “it’s 8 o’clock in the morning, why are you shouting?”

“hey, i’m instilling confidence in him,” he pouts, having heard you mention something along those lines once or twice—about how important it is for him to be proud of who he is.

“eren,” you sigh, because you know he means well—he wants nothing but the absolute best for your son too, which is why he more or less lets him do as he pleases.

he encourages him to jump around and dance to his favourite songs, and doesn’t care that he gets marker all over his face when he colours. he’ll give him bear paws before dinner, and hold his hand as the two of them run and giggle down the halls of your apartment building, because they’re just so happy to come home and see you after a trip to the grocery store.

eren lets your kid be a kid, and while that might put a scowl on the face of those around you, all that matters is that your son is always smiling.

“i know, just,” you pause, searching for the right words—the ones that won’t paint you as the bad cop you feel you’re being. though, you look into eren’s eyes, and see nothing but the purest love and adoration overflowing from his pupils, and you know—he thinks you’re doing perfect. “just, wait until after ten at least, okay? that old couple next door already has us on their shit list.”

“course, ‘m sorry baby,” he hums—cupping your cheek with a grin that’s a little too smug and out of place to be there right now. “but you know, you got us on that list, not him.”

“me?” you tilt your head, racking your brain for a time in which you might’ve pissed them off. did you forget to hold the door open? shit.

“mhmm,” he hums, moving his hand to the back of your head to hold you flush against him, and you look adorable—in the reflection of the mirror, with your little thinking face on and your cheek squished against him. he almost feels guilty.

“what did i—”

“nghhh eren, that feels soooo good,” he moans, quiet and sultry—changing the pitch of his voice slightly in an attempt to mimic your own.

“eren!” you gasp, planting your palms flat on his chest to push him away. “shut up, you’re the only reason i sound like that.”

“damn right,” he grins, pulling you right back in for a messy kiss—hands sneaking underneath your shirt and travelling up your—

crash.

“oh no,” you mumble, peeling yourself away from him once more. your son—who’s been alone and suspiciously quiet for the last five minutes, is now doing god knows what in the kitchen. “go check on your satan spawn, would you?”

“hey,” he frowns, swiftly backing out of the room and towards the noise, but not without putting on a quick smile to clarify, “our satan spawn.”

you roll your eyes, but still feel the corners of your lips tug upwards. eren is far from perfect, but he’s pretty good at keeping a smile on your face too.