Emo!Choso who has been working at Hot Topic since the late 90s-early 2000s. Hes been a manager there since forever and he loves his job. Its th only job he could find where no one questions why the manager looks the same for the past 20 something years...because its actually over 150 years old and can't really age.
Emo!Choso who listens to MCR, P!atd, Fall Out Boy, Pierce the Veil, Metallica, etc...huge fan of early 2000s punk rock and dad rock.
Emo!Choso, who is covered in tattoos, has snake bite piercing, nose rings, and ones all over his ears.
Emo!Choso who likes to wear black and purple, ripped jeans, and lots of eye makeup. Sometimes, black lipstick, too.
Emo!Choso who sees you walk into his Hot Topic some random Friday afternoon. You're not *exactly* emo or anything, but damn are you pretty to look at.
Emo!Choso who watches you as you look through the different sections at the store, at the anime, Hello Kitty, Doctor Who, and whatever the hell else you like...he feels his own breath catching as he looks at you.
Emo!Choso who tells you there is a "special discount" going on today, buy 3 shirts and get only pay for half of one of them! Wow! Aren't you lucky? And isn't he lucky he is the manager.
Emo!Choso who complements your taste in music, shows, hobbies, whatever it was. He thinks its adorable how your eyes light up when you get to gush for a second about your interests.
Emo!Choso who quickly scribbles down his number on the receipt before giving it to you, trying his darndest to be smooth.
Emo!Choso who, after texting all night after he got off work, takes you on a date by Saturday night. Taking you to a book store then to get take out after and go to a graveyard.
Emo!Choso who lights up when you kiss his cheek after the first date, blushing hard and mumbling about maybe a second date.
Emo!Choso, who kisses down your entire body and loves you so much, even though it has only been a few weeks of dating.
Emo!Choso, who is so nervous, but excited to sleep with you for the first time. Hands shaking as he kisses your thighs open and swears up and down you both were crying the first time you had sex. Although it might have just been him...
Emo!Choso who is a wonderful boyfriend, the type who tells you his secrets and yearns for you every day. The type to get you little gifts and want to do dates every week.
AN: Hi! I'm finally done with this fic, I'm not the most happy with it since the flow seems a bit funky but I tried my best and hope you enjoy my crappy writing. I'm sorry if it's trash.(T - T)
TW: Implied internalized fat-phobia, slight self deprecation, implied sexual themes, Sukuna is OOC.
A flush coats your cheeks, the heat filling your skin and sinking down into the pit of your stomach, flushing lower and curling around your toes as you gawk at the sight of a frilly pink thong in Sukuna’s hands. The delicate lace detailed garment held gently in between his thick fingers as he dangled them near your heated face. Taking pleasure in your embarrassed expression.
A smug grin curled his lips as he flashes his sharp pearly canines, dimpling his cheeks and lightly creasing the tattoos along his cheek bones.
A strangled whine seemed to escape your chest as you swatted the garment away. “Dude!” you squawked with embarrassment as you turned back towards the rack of undergarments. “I’m not wearing a thong, idiot.” you whispered, lips pursing into a pout as you heard the crisp sound of your lover's laugh.
God, you hated him sometimes.
“Honestly.” You bit your lip as you turned to him. Heart beating fiercely in your chest as you witnessed him return the strip of fabric to the rack a few steps away, “That wouldn’t fit me.” you reasoned before quickly avoiding his gaze, unable to meet his piercing sanguine eyes. Somehow you knew his smile would widen and his eyes would narrow with amusement at your deflection.
“So, there’s a chance?” Sukuna all but purred in your ear, his warm minty breath kissing the flesh of your ear. He had gotten so close, you hadn’t even heard his steps, too engrossed in avoiding his gaze and the “leering” gazes of passersby.
Your breath hitched as you paused. Lashes flutter bashfully as words evade you. Your hands paused in their search for suitable garments as the image of plump flesh cradled in thin straps of fabric filled your mind. The very thought sent an inkling of unease into your gut as you peeked at your lover. His expression was soft and inquisitive.
Fuck he was serious, wasn’t he?
“No,” You huffed before feeling a sigh climb up your throat, “Sukuna... I just want to look around,okay.” A pout curled your lips as you shook your head. Wispy strands of hair curling against your forehead. “Without you trying to be funny.”
Ruddy pink lashes bounced once then twice before a petulant expression twisted Sukuna’s features, his brows creasing and his commissures twitched with displeasure. A groan escaped his pouty lips as he leered down at you. His hand landing on the small of your back,thick firm fingers sinking into the plump flesh beneath your hoodie, eliciting a small gasp from your throat. “I wasn’t being funny,” He grumbled with displeasure as he pulled you into his side. “I just thought you could dress up for me every once in a while.” He muttered as he loomed beside you soaking in the warmth of your presence. “Ya know, get out of your comfort zone a bit.” He reasoned softly as he ducked his head down, lips grazing the side of your face.
“Mhn..?" The noise erupts from your throat as you tilt your head towards him. His words fill your chest as anxiety wraps around your heart. A sigh left your nostrils as your bottom lip retreated between your teeth.
The soft flesh rolled between your incisors, a tang of iron coated your tongue until you were pulled out of your worried thoughts by Sukuna’s hand squeezing your side, gripping the plump flesh gently.
“Let’s make a deal, m’kay?” A smile curls his lips as his nose nudges your temple. His lips slotted against the flesh of your cheek,nipping playfully.
Licking your bottom lip, you turn to him,swiping away the tang of iron on the tip of your tongue. Putting a step of distance between each other.
Your head bowed as you stared at the beaten sneakers decorating your feet watching idly as Sukuna’s polished Visvim boots hovered closer.
The black boots were neat, militaristic, pretty, just like your lover; the shiny leather only seemed to solidify how different you both were.You were from different worlds. Sukuna was everything you’ll never be.
A sharp sting erupted on your brow line as your head reeled back, anger filling your gut as you snarled at being flicked like a toddler. “The hell was that for!” You hissed as vile venom seeped from your tongue before it was stamped out by a single affectionate gaze softening Sukuna’s chiseled features into a boyish grin. “There is my sweet,” The soft coo of your name caressed your ears as your annoyance faded with the pain “You’re so much prettier when you aren’t ruminating.” He teased gently as he reached up. Warm fingers curling around your temple, gathering the loose hairs and tucking them neatly aside. Heat that had once been anger swam around your nerves dancing beneath your skin as Sukuna’s words sunk into your chest, sweet thick syrup coagulating in your lungs. Breath hitching as you nodded shyly, unable to stomach your once deprecating thoughts as you were steered back towards a separate aisle by Sukuna’s gentle touch.
The racks of clothing and other patrons faded into the background as Sukuna’s warm presence filled your mind. His presence soothing your soul as his arm remained firmly around your wide figure, Not once holding you at a distance or sneering with disgust or shame at being seen with a partner that was inferior to an Adonis of a man like Sukuna. The warmth of acceptance swaddled you protectively in a bubble of security.
“I love you.”
A smile curled your lips as you wrapped your arm securely around Sukuna’s waist pressing against his muscular side as a blossom of confidence budded between the cracks of your bruised heart. So enraptured by the man that stole your heart, blinded by the warm love he showed without fear or hesitancy that you missed the bundle of fabric stored away in his back pocket.
The same thong he had taunted you with hidden away to be purchased in secret while you were distracted later. The devilish man knew you’d look lovely in the soft lace. Sukuna knew that you’d forgive him for going behind your back, after all, you were his muse, soft and sweet in every way and he adored every inch and curve and he’d mold you into the confident beauty he knew you were. So much for making a deal, no matter, he’d show you how much he adored your differences soon enough.
Lucifer wasn't weak by any means, but if he had to choose something that made him feel weak it would be you.
It still irritates him that a mere human drove him absolutely mad. It would've been more tolerable if you just made him angry, but no.
You drive him mad with desire, lust and dare he say love. The last being somewhat of a foreign concept to him, but the more time he spent with you, the more his heart skipped a beat, the more he wanted you to be his.
He didn't say anything, so you didn't know how he felt about you, but even so he still felt like you were teasing him with each smile, small touch and hug you gave him.
The relentless teasing his brothers would throw at him irritated him to no end, but when they would try to steal your attention away from him that crossed a line. Even if you didn't know it yet, you were his and he was going to show you tonight.
You would get together with Lucifer three times a week to study, well, more like him tutoring you in a way. Either way, it was time you got to spend with him and you cherished it.
Lucifer tapped his pen against his desk as you looked over the sheets your report was scribbled on. The way you bit your lip as you concentrated was adorable to the demon. He continued to admire you as you diligently worked on your essay for the class you both shared. Lucifer had finished the assignment fairly quickly and was just there in case you had questions.
Licking his lips, his eyes traveled up and down your body. The soft rolls and squishable flesh that adorned each inch of you made him want to see more of you.
He wanted to hold more of your softness, caress the protruding sides and even bite the doughy flesh just to elicit a moan from that loud louth of yours.
"Earth to Lucifer!" Speaking of which, your loud mouth snapped him out of his lustful thoughts.
"Yes?" He tried to sound bored as he rolled his eyes at you.
"You were staring at me…do I have something on my face?" Your hands smoothed over your face as you fidgeted a bit in your chair.
Seeing how embarrassed and shy you looked, he couldn't hold himself back any longer. Swiftly standing up from his chair he walked around his desk and grasped your soft chin in his hand gripping it so you couldn't get away.
"You've been driving me mad (Y/N), do you know that?" He could feel the heat start to rise in your face. "All my thoughts are plagued by you, your body, your lips…everything." He let out a slight growl as he captured your lips in a fiery kiss. You were sweeter than he imagined. It was intoxicating to him, an addiction almost.
He grinned into the kiss as a small moan emitted from your mouth. Your hands hesitantly wrapped themselves around his neck as he deepened the kiss.
Taking it a step further, he bit your bottom lip, his fangs sinking into the skin. Lucifer tasted your blood on his tongue so sweet like he expected. Breaking the kiss, you were a flushed mess which only made his lust filled state even more insatiable.
You leaned up trying to capture the demon's lips once more as he just chuckled at your attempt. Gripping your soft waist, he effortlessly hoisted you onto his desk as the passion continued.
He was going to sink his fangs into every supple inch of you.
It was that time of the year, there was a chill in the air, the leaves were changing and falling and there was excitement buzzing around as Halloween grew near. That Fall excitement followed you to the Pumpkin patch, rows of orange hued pumpkins were ready for the picking and that’s exactly what Victor and yourself were doing today.
“(Y/N), I found the perfect one!” Victor was excitedly waving toward you, pointing to one of the many pumpkins in the orchard. Smiling at his excitement, you made your way over to him as he added his find to the wagon filled with other pumpkins of various sizes and shapes.
Your eyes scanned the wagon counting six pumpkins. “Do you think we have enough Victor? Looks like we have enough to make a whole family of pumpkins!” He gave a hearty laugh, gently taking the handle of the wagon from you and taking hold of your hand with his free one as you both walked down the orchard row. “Da, I think we’ll make the perfect pumpkin family.”
Victor was always so excited for the Holidays, he said it was extra time to spend with you and to make memories, something he was really big on which you understood and of course you wouldn’t pass up time to spend with him. You showed him some of the fun things that you did when it came to Halloween and he instantly latched onto it and for the past two years of dating, you guys have a tradition at this point when it comes to Halloween activities and carving pumpkins is his ultimate favorite to do.
After hauling the whole pumpkin family up to your guys’ apartment, everything was laid out and ready for the carving. Usually, you both would have a theme for the pumpkins you carve, but this year Victor said he wanted to make a surprise for you which was adorable so you were excited to see what he came up with.
“Remember to save the seeds my love, I’ll put them in the oven later.” Seeing the happiness practically radiating off of Victor, you couldn’t help but to walk around to the other side of the table and give him a chaste kiss. “What was that for darling? I’m not complaining though, I adore your kisses.”
“I just love you.” Smiling, he gave your forehead a kiss. “I love you too (Y/N), I can’t imagine anyone else I’d want in my life.” After your moment of fluff, you headed to your side of the table to start on your pumpkin as Victor started on his secret one.
You were going for a classic pumpkin, with the iconic triangle nose and eyes and the traditional mouth, but you were adding some small star shapes around the pumpkin to give it a nice added flare to it. As promised, you scooped the seeds from the pumpkin and put them to the side so they could be washed, salted and put in the oven for a nice snack later tonight.
Victor was working diligently on his pumpkin, the usual chattering had subsided as the soft music filtered through the apartment. You didn’t mind it though, it was a nice peaceful quiet, something that you both were comfortable with in your relationship. You were about finished with putting the last of your decorative stars on your pumpkin when you felt hands wrap themselves around your soft waist, familiar fingertips caressing your soft skin that stretched the front of your shirt.
“The stars are a nice touch darling.” You hummed in response as the last piece of pumpkin popped out of the carved star piece. Putting your tools to the side, you turned your full attention to Victor who let you turn around in his grasp, arms wrapping themselves around you once more, but you got to look into his eyes, something you could honestly get lost in.
“I have something to show you (Y/N).” Pulling you by your hands, he guided you to stand in front of his pumpkin, making sure you couldn’t see what was on it.
“(Y/N), we’ve been together for a few years and it’s been the best years of my life. You make everyday an adventure and I look forward to what each day brings with you. You’ve supported me in my career, helped me when I felt down, loved me when I didn’t love myself and have stuck by my side no matter what.” You could feel tears start to form from the sweet words Victor was telling you.
“I can’t imagine my life without you (Y/N) and that’s why I want to ask,” He stopped talking and gently turned you around to show you the pumpkin he carved and in front of you were the words ‘will you marry me?’ carved into the pumpkin. “Will you make me the happiest man and marry me?” Your hands flew to your mouth as the tears flowed down your cheeks, turning toward Viktor, he was down on one knee, a ring box open and smiling up at you.
“Yes! Yes of course Victor, a thousand times yes!” He instantly got up and engulfed you in a hug, arms wrapped tightly around your frame not wanting to let go of you. He peppered your face in kisses before sliding the ring onto your finger.
“How about we light these up and put them out?” All you could do was nod as your mind was still reeling about what just happened. Both of your lives were about change for the better and with that, your guys’ Halloween tradition just became a bit more special.
