#emochoso

[ddracula0]

Emo Choso who’s like Trish from Austin and Ally in the way he’s worked everywhere. And he’s going to remind you everytime you guys are at a chain he worked at. Like unprovoked. You guys will be standing in line silently and he’ll take it as an opportunity to unload his past work traumas.

☆ Like when you guys stopped for pretzels in the mall.

“ One time a lady went into grotesque detail about how she wanted to murder me because we were out of cinnamon pretzels “

“ I’m sorry?”

“ When I worked at Auntie Anne’s-“

“ When the fuck was that.”

“ Two years ago”

“ Why didn’t you bring me pretzels??”

“ Because I didn’t know you?”

“ Fuck I could have had discounted pretzels”

“ Once again I did not know you.”

☆ Or when you went to Wendy’s

“ One time some really old guy would stare at me every time he came in and I noted it but kept working. And then one time came in and got his food and then he stuck around and started hitting on me, and I was like dude I’m 15 and not a girl. And then he went away and I don’t think we ever saw him again”

The absolute absurdity of his statement sent you into a fit of laughter. “ I’m not laughing because it’s funny, that’s like really bad” you say between wheezes. “ I just wasn’t expecting you to say that.” And with that you both broke out into a fit of giggles.

☆ And your personal favorite

“ We used to have this guy who would come in when I worked at subway and he’d only ever order pepperoni. Like no sandwich just pepperoni. He was really nice, his parents owned a farm and he’d show us pictures of baby cows. He was really cool until he robbed us at gun point, that wasn’t cool. That was really shitty of you Luca. “

“ Have you ever had a job that didn’t subject you to potentially life altering situations?”

“ Hot Topic is pretty chill.”

[suicidollz]

SAVE ME EMOCHOSO, SAVE ME

part 1, you can still read this as a stand alone.

cw p in v, unprotected sex, choso is kind of doing hyper fixation, nipple piercings, Prince Albert piercing, both are dominant, oral sex (f. receiving), big dick choso, degrading and praising, riding, mating press, face sitting. mostly smut with a little plot (?)

˖ 𑣲 reblogs and comments are very muuuch appreciated ma girliees <333

choso stood in the shower, slapping his head against the wall, cursing himself for what he had done last night. was he dumb? no—he was the dumbest. not only had he given you a lap dance, but he had totally lost control… all because he got carried away by gojo's antics… and your cockiness.

“i'm so dumb, please, what was i thinking.”

he must have freaked you out—you, his pretty crush. his lovely crush of five years!!!! he had wanted to wait for the right moment, take you out first, maybe? just keep it slow. he had plans—not concrete ones, sure, considering he had been putting off asking you out for four years— BUT HE WAS ABOUT TO!! and then? then, he flubbed everything. 

put his hand in your panties like some kind of pervert. 

“am i crazy?” the memories of last night kept replaying in his mind like a never-ending torture reel—the way your eyes had widened, gojo's obnoxious cackle, the way he moved on top of you…

his hands flew to his face, covering it as the image of him taking off his shirt surfaced. 

“why did i do thaaaat?” it's been hours now but he still was analyzing every second, every word, every breath—like some kind of detective trying to piece together a crime scene.

“i wasn't even drunk, just a little tipsy, please,” he muttered to himself. his brain refused to move on. he needed a reset. a cleanse. what if he vanished? he could pack his bags, drop out, change his name, move to remote village where no one knew the name Choso Kamo—

“you're miserable.” of course he couldn't do all that, and of course suguru and satoru had to invite you over their shared college apartment.

meanwhile you? you had spent all day thinking about last night. the way choso—the usual awkward choso—had moved against you, the heat of his body, the way his hands gripped you. the way his usual reserved, flushed face was nowhere to be seen—replaced by something demanding, dominant.

and it had left you aching. all day long, the pulse between your thighs wouldn't let up. only intensifying as you replayed the moment his bulge pressed against your heated core, giving you that perfect pressure.

which is exactly why you were in his room now. 

he had tried to escape you all night, hunched over on the couch, avoiding eye contact like his entire existence was a mistake. the moment you called his name, his entire body tensed, bracing for impact.

and now? he was hiding in his room.

choso had had shot up so fast he nearly tripped over the coffee table. “i—i gotta—” he didn't even finish his sentence before he had bolted to his room, slamming the door behind him.

a beat of silence had passed before gojo wheezed. “ohhh, he's so fucked.” as he exchanged a look with geto. you laughed, stretching out on the couch before standing up and followed choso right after he had left.

‘yeah, this was gonna be fun’ you thought.

he was so different than from last night. you needed to know if it was just a fluke. if, perhaps, he regretted it. or if he wanted you as much as you now realized you wanted him.

choso was losing it. he was pacing his room like a madman, running his hands through his damp hair, yanking off his shirt as heat crawled over his skin. his heart was beating out of his chest, his entire body on edge from just one moment of closeness with you.

but how was he supposed to face you after last night? after making a complete fool of himself? he wanted you so badly—had wanted you for years—but now it was all ruined. you probably thought he was weird… or worse, pathetic.

“…choso?” 

fuck.

your voice was soft, almost hesitant, but something about it send a shiver down his spine. he should have ignored it. pretend to be asleep. do anything but let you in.

but then the doorknob had turned. and there you were.

the second you had stepped inside, he knew.

knew from the way your eyes had darkened the moment they had landed on him. from the way you shut the door behind you without looking back.

he swallowed thickly. “y-you need something?”

you stared at him for a moment, eyes roaming over his bare, inked chest—his damn barbells—his flushed face, the nervous twitch of his fingers at his side. he looked unsure, so lost—like he had no idea what he had done to you.

‘how dare he look like that after making me ache for him all night?’

“…yeah,” you finally said, voice low. “i do.”

you stepped forward, pushing him back until his knees hit the bed. he sat without thinking, eyes wide, lips parted in shock. you leaned in, caging him in with your hands on his thighs. his breath hitched.

“i've been thinking about last night,” you admitted, your fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against his skin. “a lot.”

choso swallowed hard, his entire body going stiff. “y-you have?”

you hummed, tilting your head. “mhm. and you've bee avoiding me all night. i don't like that.”

“i—”

you don't let him finish. instead, you climb onto his lap, straddling him exactly like you had last night—right before geto had joked about getting a room.

he choked on air as your hands slid up his chest, slow and teasing, nails scratching lightly against his skin. just like you did at the party. “you danced on me like you wanted me, choso,” you murmured, lips brushing against his ear. “you even felt how wet i was. you touched my pussy… licked your fingers.” your teeth grazed his earlobe, making him shudder. “so tell me…” your hips rolled against him, pulling a trembling gasp from his throat. “…you don't want me anymore?”

that's all it took for choso to snap. 

one second, he was frozen beneath you, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. the next, he was grabbing you—strong hands gripping your waist as he flipped you onto the bed in one swift, effortless motion.

you barely had time to gasp before his weight was on you, pressing you down, his breath hot against your skin. his tattooed hands—nails painted a deep purple— pinned yours above your head, fingers intertwining with your own, your dark red polish a stark contrast against his.

“fuck—” he growled, voice rough, desperate. his forehead resting against yours, his dark eyes burning with unhinged desire. “do you have any idea how many nights i've spent dreaming about this?”

you shivered. this wasn't the flustered, awkward choso from earlier. no, this was the lapdance choso. 

“choso—”

this time, he was the one not letting you finish. his lips crashed onto yours, hungry, all tongue and teeth, all the pent-up frustration from five years of longing spilling out at once. his hands moved from your wrists to your waist, gripping tight, possessive.

his hips ground against yours, and you moaned into his mouth, back arching at the friction. that was all it took for him to loosen up completely.

his lips started attacking your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks—his marks. his hands tore at your clothes, desperate to feel your skin against his. his mouth trailed lower, teeth scraping against your collarbone, sucking one nipple on the way as his fingers dig into your thighs, spreading them, his breathing ragged.

you whimpered, hips pushing against his, searching for more. and choso didn't even bother undressing himself—his only focus was you.

his hands were rough as he spread your legs wider, slotting himself between them. his breath hot against your inner thighs, and fuck, he was already feral with hunger. his lips drag over your skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses that sent chills up your spine. his fingers resting on your hips as he looked up at you, his dark eyes blown wide with need.

“i've wanted this for years,” he groaned. “thought about this—you—so many fucking times i—” he shook his head like he couldn't explain it, like he was too far gone to form words.

then he did the only thing he's capable of—diving into your core.

his mouth latched onto your clit with a desperation that was insane. his tongue flicked, lapped, sucked, determined to commit your scent to memory by morning. he was messy. sloppy. loud. he slurped, pressing his nose against you as he ate like a man on death row having his last meal.

he moans onto your fat lips, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. choso's eyes roll back at the sweet taste of you. one of his hand traveled up to cup one of your soft breast, squeezing, thumb playing with the hardened nipple.

“fuck—fuck, choso—” he didn't stop. didn't slow down. if anything, your moans only made him more drunk. he buried his face deeper, his free hand holding you open even as you tried to clamp them shut from the intensity of it. his inked arms looked almost sinful against your untouched skin—marked hands spreading and owning the softness of your body. 

"nuh-uh," he grunted, shaking his head. “not happening. you're gonna take it. gonna let me taste you.”

he was dripping. his cock was so hard it was truly painful, leaking through his sweatpants, leaving a wet spot on it, but he didn't care. didn't need anything except your pussy against his tongue, your thighs trembling on his broad shoulders, breathless little whimpers spilling past your lips as you fell apart for him. 

he licked everything. lapped up every drop like he was trying to drink you, tongue sliding through your folds, sucking, moaning, devouring you. 

choso was gone. absolutely, completely, ferally gone. he wasn't just eating you out—he was making a mess out of himself, out of you, out of the sheets. his tongue was everywhere, slurping up your slick, pushing deep into you just to hear the obscene squelching sounds echo through the room, riding you through your orgasm. god, he was so fucking shameless with it, groaning as he makes out with your cunt—as if he wanted to live there.

his face was soaked, his chin dripping, his cheeks wet with your slick. and he just kept going, even after your previous climax. he is obsessed, getting off on nothing but the taste of you. his big hands holding you open, keeping you in place even as your legs shook from the overstimulation.

"up." he groaned, pulling back just to take in the sight of your wrecked pussy, spread and dripping for him. 

you barely registered his voice, your brain still fogged with pleasure. “w-what?”

“up here,” he said again, gripping your thighs, his voice rough, hungry. “sit on my face.”

your eyes widened. “choso, i—” he glared, pulling you closer. “what? you scared?”

your face burned. “no, i just—what if i—what if i suffocate you?” this was genuine fear. no one had ever requested that from you before—no one had ever wanted you like this, so desperate, so feral.

choso just snorted, flipping you over with ease, positioning you right over his mouth. “sit.”

“choso—ahhh—”

he pulled you onto him, locking his arms tights around your thighs, forcing you to sink down onto his mouth. he lost no time to dive back in. tongue flattened against you, lips sucking hard before he shoved his face deeper, noise brushing your clit with every movement of his tongue fucking you.

“choso—” your thighs squeeze around his head making choso groan. sending vibrations up to your core.

his hips bucked up, his rock-hard cock leaking more pre-cum through his sweats, but he ignored it—ignored his own desperation, his own need, because you were all that mattered. you crying out his name, you feeding him what he'd been craving for years was way more important.

his hands slide up, gripping your hips, his thumbs stroking the soft patch of hair above your cunt. his fingers twirled the strands absentmindedly, tugging, playing—entranced by every inch of you.

he pulls you down harder, deeper as you start to grind against his tongue, getting wetter from his spit and his sheer obsession. and when your thighs twitch and your back arch and your cunt gushed against his tongue—

“so pretty,” he muffled. “so soft, so sweet, i could stay down here forever.” your fingers clawed at the bed head, mind blurring as another orgasm crept up too fast, too hard. there was no escape. no mercy. just the wet sounds of his mouth working you open, inked arms locking you in place, dark nails digging into your skin.

choso latches onto you, drinking every single drop, messy and greedy as he moaned once again.

“mine,” he rasped, tongue flicking, fucking you through the second orgasm even though your body was jerking from overstimulation. “you're fucking mine now. you hear me?”

your mind was fuzzy, lips parting as you tried to catch your breath, but choso wasn't having it. 

his lips were shiny with your slick, his face drenched, his eyes dark and hungry as he kissed his way up your body, pressing sweet, almost gentle kisses against your skin. But the contrast—the way his hands were still gripping you tight,—made you shiver.

“you can take more, right?” he murmured, voice soft, almost sweet as he nuzzled against your cheek. "you're not done, are you? my pretty girl can handle one more, yeah?”

your breath hitched. "choso, I—I don’t think I—” but he did not care. 

one moment, you were still straddling his face, thighs trembling—and the next, you were on the mattress, your legs pushed up, spread wide as he hovered over you. folding you into a mating press—big hands hooking under your knees.

you felt his heavy cock toying with your clit as he freed it from the drenched boxer. the tip already leaking against your overstimulated folds. you weren't even looking at it—the two back-to-back orgasms leaving you drenched—but damn, you could feel how big he was just from just the tip.

you tensed. “choso—”

“shhh, baby,” he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss on your smudged lips. “i'll make it fit. just be good for me, yeah?”

his voice is a mix of gentle sweetness and absolute filth, causing your walls to clench around nothing.

“ohhh, fuck—” you gasped, back arching, nails digging into his shoulders.

“shit,” choso groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “fucking hell, baby, you're so tight—fuck, squeezing me so good—”

your pussy was strugglig to take him, stretching wide, the thick girth of his cock making your mind go blank. he was so big—it felt like he was splitting you open. “c-choso, s'too m-much,” you panted, legs trembling around his waist.

but choso only cooed, kissing your temple, his voice all sweet and reassuring even as he bullied his cock deeper. “you can take it, pretty girl,” he whispered. “you're made for it. look—fuck, taking me so well—”

but suddenly you feel something. 

a cool, hard press against your walls, dragging along your inside. your eyes widened, fingers tightening around his biceps as a sharp jolt of pleasure shot up your spine.

“w-wait, what—”

choso chuckled breathlessly, hips rolling just enough to let the metalic weight of his piercing grind against your sensitive spot. “you feel that?” voice barely above a whisper, thick wtih amusement.

you whimpered, thighs twitching as the sensation made your head spin. the prince Albert piercing was something you hadn't been prepared for—hadn't even know he had—but fuck, the way it dragged inside you, catching against your most sensitive spots, it was…delectable.

tears pricked your eyes, your body overwhelmed.

“mm, s'nice, huh?” he grunted. “been dreaming about how you'd feel wrapped around me like this, all warm ‘n’ wet, taking my cock with my piercing…”

a broken moan slipped past your lips as he rolled his hips again, the cool metal rubbing against your tender, stretched-out walls, adding a whole new layer of pleasure. your nails raked down his tattooed chest, catching on his pierced nipples.

your walls gripping him like vice, your body pulling him in even as you struggled to adjust.

“shit, baby, you're creamin' all over me.” you whimpered, embarrassment flooding through you, but choso just grinned, his hand sliding between your legs, fingers rubbing at your clit.

“nasty little, thing. acting like you can't take it, but your pussy's sucking me in—mhh, goddamn, you're loving it, right?”

you sobbed, head lolling back, body burning hot from his words, from the way he was praising you while talking so dirty.

his hips keeps pushing into you, pushing all the way to the hilt, forcing you to take every inch of his thick cock in one deep thrust. 

“choso—ah!”

“mmh, yeah,” he pulled back just to slam into you again, the sound of his hips smacking against yours echoing in the room. “fuck, baby—so tight—gonna stretch you out realll good, yeah. gonna fuck you open 'n—mhfp”

choso wasn't gentle anymore—fucking roughly, fast. animalistic. he pounds into your poor, overstimulated pussy like he owned it. because he does. his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over and over—

“listen to you,” his eyes rolls back at the obscene sounds of your wet cunt sucking him in. “so—” slams “fucking—” slams “messy—” slams.

hot fat tears make their way down your cheeks, nails dragging down his back, over the swirling ink that covered his shoulders and arms, down to his taut stomach where his happy trail led to thick patch of hair at his base. 

you weren’t even sure what was hotter—the way he fucked or how he looked doing it. his tattoos flexing with every movement, his abs tightening as he drilled into you, the barbells through his nipples gleaming with sweat, the veins in his arms prominent.

“gonna make you my little cumdrunk girl, huh? my pretty little toy to fuck stupid?” he panted, voice thick with lust, his hips drilling into you. “feels good? best you ever had? tell me, baby—tell me no one else ever fucked you like this—” his grip on your waist was bruising, holding you onto place as your body jolted forward because of his brutal thrusts.

your mind was mush. you could barely think, barely breathe. but you knew the answer.

“n-no one—fuck, c-choso, mghn—no o-one everrr—”

“damn right,” he gritted out, snapping his hips harder, deeper, until you were seeing the whole constellation. “no one else gets to have you. no one else gets this pussy but me, got it?”

you nodded desperately, body already on edge, the coil in your stomach ready to snap—

and choso feel it, his hands went to support your thighs, hugging them tightly around his waist. “go on,” he growled, forehead sticking to yours, not slowing his pace. “cum for me, baby—wanna feel your cum all over my cock, please.”

your head rolls back as the knot in your stomach releases, vision blurring from the pleasure, cheeks reddened by your tears. choso still hadn't cum, dick still hard—and if anything, it only grows inside you as he feels your spongy walls spasming around him.

you had never felt something like this before—so high off pleasure, so insatiable, so utterly dizzy with lust that even after he had fucked you into oblivion, you wanted more. 

as you came back to your sense you take a look at the man above you, hair damped with sweat, chest heaving, face still shiny with your slick. cock twitching—and so does his piercing—gleaming with your cum and his own pre-cum.

strength surged back into your limbs—not much, but enough to straddle him. your palms landed on his chest, fingers splaying over his pierced nipples, the cool barbells sitting perfectly against your skin as you pushed him down.

his eyes widened. “are you—”

you smirked, dragging your soaked pussy along his length, feeling his pulse against your swollen folds, the hard curve of his piercing pressing into your clit like a tease of what's to come. 

“what's wrong, baby?” you cooed, tilting your head, feigning innocence. “tired already?”

choso groans, hands flying to your hips, dark painted nails digging into your flesh. “fuck, you're gonna kill me—”

“or milk you dry.” you wink at him, giggling at the way his cock throbbed at your words. you could feel the heat radiating from him, could see the tension in his shoulders as he fought to keep control. “i thought you said i could take more,” you teased, voice sticky-sweet.

the tattooed man cursed under his breath, jaw locked tight as he watched you slide up and down his length, your arousal coating his veiny shaft, dripping down to his balls, his dark coarse hair shinning with slick. “shit, so fuckin' messy—”

you leaned down, licking a slow, wet stripe up his throat, feeling his pulse hammer against your tongue before whispering, “wanna ride you, sweet boy.”

his whole body jerked.

“holy fuck—” and before he could process anything, you reached between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around his cock, tracing a looong vein going from his base to his swollen tip—hot, leaking. the weight of his piercing pressing against your palm.

your thumb brushed over the Prince Albert, curiosity flicking across your face. his tattoos were hot, his nipple piercings were hot…but this? the idea of that thick metal pressing inside you, once again? fuck.

“y-you sure?" choso stammered, his usual cocky drawl cracking into something desperate. i—i'm quiet big, d-don't wanna hurt you.” his flustered concern was endearingly cute, but you knew better.

“i can take it.”

you dropped. in one go. fast.

“FUCK!” 

his head slammed back against the pillows, his mouth falling open as your tight, soaking heat swallowed him whole, the tip piercing pushing past your entrance, forcing your walls to stretch around both his sheer girth and the unrelenting hardness of the metal.

“shit…” you gasped—his cock stopped right before your bellybutton—your pussy was still struggling to accommodate him, the stretch toeing the line between pleasure and overwhelming fullness.

his happy trail and coarse pubes grazed against yours, adding to the overstimulation, his fat tip hitting something that made your toes curl.

choso's painted nails sank into your ass, black and purple contrasting on your unmarked skin, as he took in the sight of you—you're messy hair, fucked-out expression and the obscene bulge pressing out of your belly.

you bit your lip, rolling your hips just right, feeling the delicious burn of his cock pressing on every spot inside you. “feels so good,” you moaned, taking your sweet time to enjoy every inch. after all, it wasn't everyday that you could fuck a pretty hyper fixated emo man. with a big big cock above all that. “so fucking full—”

choso was hanging on by a thread, every muscle in his body taut. his breath shudders as he tries to keep himself together. but the way you were riding him—slow, teasing, your cunt clamping down around him.

“you little tease,” he panted, voice strained. “you're fuckin' enjoyin' this, huh? making me lose my mind—”

you rolled your hips harder, making him grunt. “mmh, you like it, don't you? like watching me fuck myself on your fat cock?”

his palms landed harshly on your cheeks' ass. making you yelp in surprise. “fuckin' filthy—such a nasty girl we have here—”

you moaned, reveling in the way he filled you so perfectly, the way his big hands manhandled you even though you were the one on top.

suddenly you feel his fingers wrap around your throat. your breath hitched.

“my pretty little slut," he rasped, squeezing just enough to make your head swim, to make you even more aware of his piercing dragging inside you with every pulse of his cock.

his hips bucked up—hard, deep, unrelenting. 

“you want to ride? then ride, baby—correctly.”

your moans turned into choked cries, your body jerking as he thrust up into you, driving his cock into your sweet spot over and over and—

“c-choso, p-please—”

“pussy's like magic," watching as your slick splattered onto the sheets and his abs. "sloshing wetness all over me—fuuuck.” his gaze darkened, locked onto your bouncing tits, onto the way his pierced nipples tingled every time you dragged your nails across them. 

“you feel so good. riding me like a pro," choso was on the edge—panting like he'd lose his mind if he didn't cum soon. “th-thought you were scared it wouldn't fit?”

but you were gushing around him, walls spasming, your tight heat milking his cock for everything he had.

“baby, i—god.”

choso’s whole body tensed as his climax crashed through him. 

his hips jerked, his cock throbbing deep inside you as thick, hot ropes of cum spilled into you—so much that it was concerning. 

his head fell back, a deep, wrecked whimper slipping past his lips as he kept coming, his hands gripping your hips tight, forcing you down onto him, making sure you took every drop.

"shit," you breathed, feeling the warmth flood you. your walls still fluttering from the aftershocks of your own release, thighs burning, your clit throbbing from the stimulation. 

"choso, you're still—"

"i know," he gasped, still throbbing, still leaking inside you. "i can’t—fuck, i can’t stop—"

And neither could you.

it continued.

For hours and hours. 

choso had been relentless, folding you in every position imaginable—his stamina something straight out of a mythological tale.

and you finally stumbled out of the bedroom—legs gone. nonexistent.

you might as well have left them in the sheets because they were absolutely not functioning. you had to grip onto choso's arm just to stay upright, and the smug, self-satisfied grin on his face was not helping.

“fucking finally,” geto drawled from the couch, stretching out his arms. “took you two long enough to get a damn room.”

you groaned, burying your burning face into choso's shoulder. geto should be more worried about if you were leaving that room alive.

gojo, sprawled next to him, smirked. “nah, nah… room or not, i definitely still heard everything.” he turned his head towards choso with a shit-eating smile. “didn't know you had it in you, big guy.” 

choso was… shy? embarrassingly shy. he froze, ears burning, his mouth opening and closing like he wanted to say something—desperately wanting to find an exist to this discussion.

you blinked up at him. confused. because who's that the same man who whispered the filthiest, most dominant shit into your ear?

he was mumbling, looking everywhere but at you. “i hate you both,” he muttered under his breath. staring aggressively at the floor.

geto chuckled, nudging gojo. “oh, this is gold. he's all quiet now. what happened to all that dirty talk, huh? gone?”

you bit your lip, holding back a laugh. he was so shy. and it was adorable.

“actually,” he blurted out, too quickly. “did you know tigers have the strongest bite force among big cats? but hyenas actually have a stronger one in comparison to their body weight?”

silence.

you blinked. gojo and geto stared.

“what?” gojo squinted. “what the fuck are you talking about?”

“animals,” choso said even faster, shoving his hands into his pockets like he could just disappear into them. “as you know, i watch a lot of documentaries and—”

gojo wheezed. you smiled.

and the, because you were a menace and because this was the cutest thing you'd ever seen in your life, you leaned in—all slow, all teasing—watching as his ears somehow got even redder when you got close.

as if he hadn't just spent hours rearranging your insides. as if he hadn't been the most depraved man known to life.

you let your fingers graze his forearm, voice sickening sweet. “tell me more.”

his eyes flicked to you, wide, surprised. 

but when he saw that you actually wanted to hear him ramble, when he realized you were genuinely interested—his lips parted slightly. his shoulders relaxed.

and softly—hesitantly—he started talking again.

and it was kinda hot!!

(づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

I hope the anon who requested that is satisfied !! :3

[ddracula0]

I saw someone say nail tech choso awhile ago

☆ nail tech choso who doesn't look like he'd work in a nail shop. I'm thinking a family member owns it and he just works there when he needs a quick buck. You're skeptical when you first see him. He doesn't look like your usual nail techs, his arms are covered in tattoos and his wrists are hidden behind bracelets and spikes. But the soft smile he gives you melts all your worries away, even if he fucks up your nails you'd have made a new friend out of it and that was enough for you.

☆ nail tech choso who you tell all about your life. Got a bad grade? He's the first to hear. Arguing with your friend? He's going to hear you out and side with you every time. He's filled in on every aspect of your life, and somehow manages to recall every detail.

☆ nail tech choso who's genuinely the best nail tech you've ever had. Probably because he knows you so well, he's able to execute every design and exactly how you have it in your head. You hate it when he's not working because no one else in the shop can do your nails quite as well as him. He makes sure your nails are always perfectly even, and his designs are always precise. And he never charges you extra for the rhinestones and charms.

☆ nail tech choso who you might have a tiny crush on

[ddracula0]

I hate you

description: break up blurb; band au! but it's not super relevant.

pairing: choso x fem reader

word count: props 150

" I think we should break up." You muttered, eyes glued to your nails. You picked at your now bleeding cuticle.

"Why." His eyes snapped to you, despite the calm tone his response was harsh. He'd never spoken to you like that until recently. He never really yelled, at least not that you could recall. You had liked that about him, he'd always talk in a calm tone even when he was upset- but this was different there was an edge in his voice. A coldness you couldn't stand.

You sighed loudly turning your attention to him. "Because this isn't working." You spit.

"What makes you think this isn't working?" He says, anger seeping through his voice.

"This!" You exclaim hysterically. "You don't fucking like me anymore, in fact you should be doing this, you should be breaking this off! This isn't good for you and it's sure as fuck not good for me. You're so mean all the time!" You exclaim, your voice breaking.

"I don't know what's wrong with you, of course I like you why would I break up with you?" He seethes.

"Hm let's see, you've gotten progressively meaner over the course of our relationship, you're way more interested in hanging out with Yuki than your own girlfriend, so to the point where you forgot about our date because you were hanging out with HER." you'd progressed into full on screaming. Your face felt hot, the wind howled in your ears, and your cuticles burned from your abuse.

"I told you I lost track of time, I'm sorry." You could tell he meant it but you didn't care.

"You talk about her so much people think SHES your girlfriend." You're hysterical now, not bothering to wipe the tears from your face. You're angry, not at Choso, not at Yuki and not even at yourself. There's so scapegoat for your anger and so you cry. hard. And you let Choso hold you, you love him, probably far more than he ever loved you. There's comfort in his arms and this is the last time you'll ever feel it. The thought makes you cry harder.

"Fuck you." you grimace. between sobs.

"I'm so sorry he whispers." and you cry harder.

"Hope Yuki can play guitar." you mutter.

He pulls back, "You're going to quit?"

"Well I'm not staying with you." You sneer.

"Baby please just think about it the band is more than just me."

" If you think I'm going to stay in a bad with my ex who fucked me over you're surely mistaken." you grit.

"I love you-" he starts.

"You're such a fucking liar you love Yuki, and I'm not stopping you, so go be happy. I want you to be happy Choso." You choke.

"I'm sorry." He starts again.

" I know." you whisper.

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Nail Tech Choso x Reader

Uncle Sukuna Au ofc ofc

Tw I don’t know shit about nails

"Your girlfriend came in today."

"She's not my girlfriend." Choso said pointing a glare at his uncle.

" Well she's obviously something considering you didn't ask me to clarify who I was talking about." He grinned. " Anyways she told me to tell you she missed you."

"Aw." Choso smiled not letting a full grin spread across his face.

"Aw I know you want to smile more than that." Sukuna cooed.

" Shut up."

His uncle could see the heat rising to to his cheeks.

"She likes you, you know."

"Choso!" You exclaimed as you walked through the door. The shop was mostly empty but you'd done the same if it was packed. "Oh my gosh I missed you!" You giggled as you rushed over.

" Could you be any fucking louder" Sukuna groaned

"You're giving me a damn headache"

" Kuna!" You greeted just as excitedly. " Look at how good these still look" you said holding up your nails to show him.

"They still look fine why are you here?" He asked pointedly.

" I'm here to give you my money and this is how you treat me? You huff "My sisters getting married and rhinestones and skulls aren't quite the vibe."

"Do you have a picture of your dress?" Choso asked.

" Yeah it's somewhere in here." You said as you scrolled through your phone. " It's actually the cutest, it's super flowly and it has this huge bow in the back. It's like this soft pink color- here it is." You say as you pass him the phone.

He examines the photo, "You look really nice in it."

" You think?" You beam

"Yeah you look really nice in pink"

"Aw thanks I was trying to decide between pink or yellow and I was starting to think I made the wrong choice."

"You made the right choice." He said as he reached for your hand. "Did Sukuna do these?"

" Yeah you can tell because he was sparing with the gems." You huffed. " That's why I like you."

" Oh so you only like me because I give you extra gems." He laughed.

" No no, I like you because you're nice to be around." You said seriously. "Speaking of which do you want to come as my plus one to the wedding. My family hate each other it's going to be a shit show plus there's food."

"Deal."

"Mhm so what are you thinking for the nails?"

" Flowers are always safe I'm thinking a hibiscus accent nail."

You hum, "I trust your judgment."

You two began to talk about your week as Choso soaked your nails and began prepping them for your next set.

" How's Yuji?" You asked.

" Dude he's such a menace. He figured out if he looks really sad he can get me to do stuff for him."

" Aww." You laugh.

" He's staying with his grandpa for the summer so he hasn't been able to guilt me as much."

" Aww I miss him, give him a hug for me when you see him."

" I will he smiled."

You watched as his smile turn to a focused frown as he began to paint the hibiscus onto your index finger. This was always your favorite part of getting your nails done. You enjoyed studying the way his eyebrows scrunched up in concentration, the way he was gentle while holding your fingers contrasting the death grip he had on his brush. You liked looking at the tattoos that littered his wrist. You liked to imagine what his hair looked like down since he'd always had it up for work. You enjoyed fully taking in his presence.

" How do these look." He says snapping you out of you daze.

"Good." You respond too quickly.

"You didn't even look at them he grumbles."

You look down at your nails a grin quickly spreading across your face. " Oh my god Cho these look amazing.

They're going to look so good with my dress." You beam. " You always do such an amazing job."

He smiled content with your reaction. "No problem."

Once your nails had dried you went to the register, where Sukuna inspected your nails to make sure everything had been done properly. He hummed in approval.

" He does such an amazing job doesn't he." You beamed.

"That's the only reason we keep him around." He cackled. Choso sent a glare his way.

You paid and began to make your way to the door. " I'll pick you up at 2 on Saturday, okay?" You yelled to Choso.

"Sounds good." He replied as you began to leave.

"Aw a date." Sukuna teased.

" Shut up."

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Posts that have Choso vibes

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Emo Choso hcs (bcs I dunno how I wanna write him hehe)

☆ has a part time job at hot topic that’s a given. If not hot topic then definitely game stop. Maybe that’s how you meet. You frequent your local hot topic every week and he always gives you discounts

☆ emo choso who has super long fine hair, true metal head hair. It’s so silky and healthy and when you ask him what he uses he says 3 in 1 shampoo..

☆ his favorite animal is the bald eagle. At first you thought he had a bunch of America themed trinkets because he was really patriotic, but no he just really likes bald eagles.

☆ emo choso who’s gf dresses the complete opposite of him despite having the same interests. And he loves it

☆ he’d be obsessed with you and you can’t tell me otherwise. You’d catch him staring at you before you started dating and it’d just get worse when you do start dating. He’d stare at you all day if he could. He doesn’t stare at anything in particular but he enjoys seeing the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you’re passionate about. Or the way your ears wiggle slightly when you laugh. He just enjoys your existence.

☆ emo choso who has STACKS of cds. Like it’s actually ridiculous. He’ll get them just because he likes the graphics with no intentions of actually listening to them.

☆ emo choso who listens to your favorite songs when he misses you

☆ emo choso who isn’t really into energy drinks and is instead very particular about his coffee. He refuses to put anything in it despite not liking the bitter taste. It drives you insane when he complains about it being too bitter everyday despite you offering him sugar and creamer

☆ aqua teen hunger force enjoyer. He def has it on dvd

☆ band tees make up nearly the entirety of his closet. He’s had most of which since middle school and when they stopped fitting properly he cut them into muscle tees (props for resourcefulness?) He refuses to buy himself new clothes unless it’s a necessity.

☆ emo choso who has an absurd amount of shoes. Converse, Doc Martens, Nikes, you name it he probably has them

☆ emo choso who wears the spider hair clips you got him for Halloween. He absolutely adores them

☆ this mf is obsessed with guitar hero, he has an actual guitar he doesn’t touch nearly as much. You’re pretty sure he loves that game more than you, although he swears that’s not the case

Alright that’s all I got

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“ Would you still love me if I was a worm” except somewhere along the way we lost the plot.

Emo Choso x Reader

Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

Choso looked to your half sleep form on the couch. Your eyes were beginning to flutter shut. He smiled.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’d love you no matter what.”

“Pretty sure?” You perked up accusingly. Furrowing your brows.

“ I dunno I think I’d like you less if you were like suddenly a really awful person. And I hope you’d do the same, you don’t deserve that.”

You hummed in understanding.

“But yeah I’d still love you if you were a worm. I’d wear the shirts with the little front pockets so you can chill in there. “

“ Aww wait that’s so cute”

“ What about you?”

“Huh?”

“ Would you still love me if I was a worm?” He said teasingly.

“ Duh. “ you look at him incredulously. “I’d wear a little flower next to my ear for you to perch on. Omg you could be like the starfish from that one Barbie movie. The ones that gave her complements in her ear!” You say excitedly, fully awake now.

“ Barbie has movies?” Choso asked confused.

“ You can’t be serious.” You look at him for any tell that he may be lying. “ A movie night is in order, we need to watch them, all of them.”

“ Right now?”

“ Yes now!”

“ It’s damn near midnight-“

“ This is so much more important than sleep.”

“ I have work tomorrow, and I’m fairly sure you do too.”

“ You work at noon don’t start, and you can go to work cultured tomorrow after we finished these movies.” You beam.

“ We can do one.” He says firmly

“ Three?” You pout

“ Two.” He sighs

“ Two it is! We’re starting with three musketeers.”

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My vision for emo choso

☆ I know he’s more metal head but I like the sound of emo more

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Tattoos I think emo choso would have

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Saw this tik tok and this is his exact vibe, this one too