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my heart exploding in an acidic taste like a sour grape — beats they compose songs of desperate love my sou'l bleeds in a bittersweet fairytale : my half—baked emotions , I just feel afraid ੭﹕﹒ I will n'ever bite the pain

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check out part I here

Days, weeks, hell, more than a month had passed since you last touched Naoya. Not that he was counting, of course, he was better than that, he didn't need to stoop to that level, that fucking pathetic, underground level of desperation, no, he was actually doing good on his own, or so he said to himself.

He could always touch himself, use a stupid sex toy, the options were plenty really; the thing is, apparently, you made a number on him, because it didn't matter what he tried, nothing ever made him reach that delicious climax he wanted so bad. Naoya would pump his lengthy cock while sitting in front of his pc, a random video of a girl that reassembled you playing — a nasty, amateur porn, so raw and realistic —, he could've sworn he could come in seconds, paint his knuckles white, but it all remained in the expectation, no matter how hard he squeezed is lenght or how fast he pumped it, nothing came out.

He even thought he was broken, seriously, that maybe you had done something, broken something inside him, that had left him like that. Of course, he had no way of testing if it was just a lack of contact with another human being, since you were the only one doing him the favor of sleeping with him.

You weren't even thinking about him; you had better things to do, in both senses of the word. You walked past him in the university hallways as if you'd never seen him completely naked, not even a 'good morning' left your lips as you passed by his figure. Naoya was desperate, both for your attention, for you to show that you knew of his existence, and for your touch, the tips of your fingers, your plush lips, your velvety pussy.

That's why he snapped on a random Tuesday. While you were chatting with your friends, planning something for that afternoon which, let's face it, had all the makings of being incredibly boring, Naoya appeared behind you, one of his hands reaching for your shoulder and pulling you away from the group, leaving you confused and annoyed.

"What the hell are you doing, Zen'in?! Get your filthy paws off me now!" you exclaimed as he pulled you toward one of the cleaning stalls, a storage area for products that smelled of mothballs and that had a lamp way too old to be illuminating anything. Your protests went in one ear and out the other for him, if anything, only fueled the erection that grew ever larger in the confines of his underwear.

His hazelnut eyes fell on yours, brazenly slid down to your cleavage before returning to your face once again, remembering he needed to hold himself back. "Please, don't do this to me. I've been waiting, okay? I've been patient." He sighed, his member desperate for friction; he could feel the heat of your body close to his, almost squeezed into the confined space he had dragged you into.

"Look I have been trying other things but—shit, nothin' feels as good as having you." He looked like he was on the verge of tears, strands of bleached hair falling into his glossy eyes, and if you said that didn't make you clench around nothing, you'd be lying bad.

"I can't even cum without having you to help me. It's like you made me depend on you—sayin' this out loud is so fucking embarrassing, but I need you. I need you so bad." At that point, he was practically whimpering, his hips moving against your thigh, his voice coming out strangled; he had to hold himself back from moaning at that moment.

"Poor thing, Naoya... That's why you dragged me out of where I was in such a hurry? You needed my help that bad, huh? You're so cute." A smile formed on your face, sensing his desperation for movement, almost like that of an animal in heat; even with you standing still, he would be able to satisfy himself. But the way he wanted it suggested he would do anything; every part of him needed that release that apparently only you could provide.

That was what made you move your hands, your lips. The touch of your fingers finding his clothes, your tongue finding the sensitive skin of his neck, warm against your wet muscle; your fingers slipped inside his shirt, they found the pot of gold you were looking for: his nipples, pierced and sensitive, at your disposal fully. From then on, it was easy to make him as pliable as a rag doll; you knew every inch of that body.

A growing warmth began to build inside your panties with each sound his lips made; each time you brushed your lips against his jugular, or pinched the tip of his nipple, that only made him rut more rapidly against your soft, soft thigh. Until it got to the point where you got tired, you had to admit, you needed some stimulation in your own intimacy too.

You started by pulling down his pants, his underwear going down with them, revealing his already leaking cock, the head a shade of pink that never failed to make you salivate, through both lips. You can't resist playing around a bit, your thumb finding the slit, moving from side to side, until you feel the blond's head fall onto your shoulder.

"Stop torturing me, I can't take this. I need—I deserve the real thing already." He murmured softly, his last sentence coming harsh, brattly so almost, moving against your hand and your will, but you didn't complain; instead, you wrapped your hand fully around him and began to pump the length rapidly, feeling it throbbing warm in your touch.

His head fell back, exposing his Adam's apple, tempting you to take a bite, and you couldn't resist. A strangled sound escaped his lips, something between a moan and a cry of pain, as he buckled once again against your grip, knees shaking, holding him up poorly as he felt his balls tighten prematurely; it wasn't his fault he had to wait so long to feel your touch, and now that he had it, it felt like ascending to another spiritual plane.

You could see from the way his abdomen contracted that he was close to climax. You couldn't lie, it had upset you a little, but you didn't let that stop you, kneeling down and finding his length with your mouth watering, hollowing your cheeks around him in a way that made him seem like the most refreshing popsicle on a summer's day.

Naoya's eyes filled with tears, something you would never expect at that moment, but which made something reverberate in your vocal cords, reaching his intimacy deliciously. "Fuck, don't stop, I'm so fucking close— keep going, so good—shit, I'm gonna cum, I'm so close" His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your face closer to his groin before he could even realize, and you could feel the tip of his cock spilling precum deep into your throat.

It didn't take long for his release to paint your throat white and fill your taste buds, his fingers, once firm, curled like a vice in your hair, now loose, while he suffered to even keep himself standing still. So much time without an orgasm had really affected him, his chest rising and falling with difficulty, his eyes heavy, a feeling of pure bliss washing over him at that moment.

His state of nirvana didn't last long, because within seconds you had already gotten up, seeking your own orgasm; after all, you couldn't just be used by him, that would be letting yourself drop to a terrible level. Your panties had slid down to your ankles, and you could feel the air in the claustrophobic room reaching the dampness between your legs, sadly empty.

Without him even realizing it, in his own relief, you slid his thick cock between your legs, rubbing the pink head against your clitoris, eliciting a sound from both of you. It wasn't long before he got hard again, feeling your heat teasing him, before engulfing him completely, passing inch by inch through your entrance, the stretch so good you couldn't even tell why you spend so much time without it.

He could feel himself trembling from head to toe the moment you started to move, the gummy walls tightening around him, a sweet revenge perhaps? You really hadn't planned anything; it was foolish of him to think you were plotting to see him break down, but you couldn't deny that his saccharine moans in your ears only contributed to the pleasuring sensation waving through you every time you sank down on his cock.

Quickly, Naoya could feel another wave of orgasm threatening to spill from within him; don't blame him, the poor guy hadn't felt this good in a long time. You, on the other hand, remained insatiable, moving against his hips rapidly, feeling his whole length massage your interior so fucking good, each plap of skin making you more sloppy.

"Are you going to cum, again?! Fuck— y-you can't even last a normal amount of time, what in the hell is wrong with you?" You managed to let out a few moans, feeling his desperate thrusts against you, his pelvis rubbing against your clitoris repeatedly, bringing you a stimulation beyond how deep he was.

He squeezed your hips, whimpering in your ear, "I can't help it, it just feels shooooo good, you feel so good, I can't hold back..." He felt the knot in his stomach, the despair growing, searching the high once again, spilling inside of you when you opened your mouth to utter something more to him.

When you didn't stop moving, he started whimpering louder, his broad back banging against one of the supply cabinets, his legs threatening to give way, and you just felt more and more excited, seeing him so overstimulated, his face a shade of red you only saw in summer strawberries, tears streaming down his face.

"Ah— you're going to break me, damn it, I can't feel my legs anymore..." He said, his voice strained, his eyes tightly closed, feeling everything now in a much more amplified way, the pleasure mingling with the pain of being so continuously stimulated. "It is too much, so fucking much—" he said, sobbing, hiding his head in the crook of your neck.

You chuckled softly, a condescending sound escaping your lips. "Aww, but weren't you the one who wanted to come so badly, Oyie? I thought you'd be enjoying this." One of your hands slid to the high of his cheek, stocking the skin softly, a slight pout playing on your lips.

A warmth built at the base of your stomach, descending to your uterus and reaching the inside of your honey pussy, a moan that you couldn't contain floating in the air between you two. "If you want, I can stop now, and you'll never have to feel this again. Is that what you want, baby? Is it, Nana?"

Two deep thrusts were enough to bring you to climax, squeezing him so tightly with your velvety walls that he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning loudly. "C'mon, I know you can use your big boy words."

"No, no, please, don't stop, I don't want you to stop, don't do this to me again." He sounded desperate, feeling you slip off his erection, his hands moving to your waist, his eyes welling up with tears.

"Since you're being so obedient and sweet today, I'll give in to your requests. You're so good to me, after all." You smiled, planting a soft kiss on his lips, which made him melt into you, chasing your lips desperately; you could've swear you heard him whine as you parted.

"Please don't leave me anymore, I will do anything! Anything you ask me to, please, please." He murmured, his face half-hidden in your collarbones, his lips latched to your skin, but his tone was so desperate that you couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Of course, Nana."

a/n: I'm craving ragebaiting him rn because of the nicknames. Also, this took so long cause Tumblr didn't save my drafts 3 times 🫩

taglist : @cerenneatss @stinkjima @nyapinkypie the lovelies who asked for a part two !!

Your boyfriend, Yuji Itadori, is the biggest enthusiast of your nails that could ever exist. He simply loves seeing the new designs you choose, admiring the details on each finger, praising your good taste and saying how well they suit you.

When the day comes for you to get your nails done, he insists on paying the appointment, without exception, and when you say they've already been prepaid before by you? Know that the boy will be sulking all day long.

He knows the approximate time you leave your appointment, and always leaves a message asking for a photo of your nails when they're done, after all, he wants to be the first to admire them. When you open your phone after at least five hours, the first thing you see is a sweet and enthusiastic message from him, making you smile like a fool at the screen.

Naoya is your favorite free use toy ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)

check out part II here

Naoya was the typical incel you could find anywhere on the internet and, unfortunately, in real life too. His brain already melted from spending so much time on Reddit communities, whether reading posts, or making them when he just got really pissy at some random woman; his moralism only applied to the part that was against sexual freedom, since when the subject was the blunts he smoked in the dark or his room or the porn he watched, palming himself out of boredom, his moralistic speeches didn't even come close to criticizing.

The only thing that partly separated him from his other scummy friends who infested Discord servers—the ones he spent hours on bitching calls with about some post he saw—was his appearance. I mean, he had bleached hair, piercings in his ears, eyebrow, hell even his tongue, which was unnecessarily hot for someone who certainly wasn't getting laid anytime soon, and then there were his eyes, perfectly drawn, making a reassembly of those of a fox, with a black eyeliner just to add the cherry on top, as if it needed it.

You, the people's princess at that university, with your captivating smile, always willing to help the newcomers on campus. Your popularity made you almost an academic celebrity, even though you were still graduating, and your appearance, gods, your appearance, was certainly a great bonus to the sum of quality you already had.

Any romantic attention you gave someone was a rarity, definitely something to brag about later, whether it was a flirtation or a bold move, whoever fell into your graces would have found the pot of gold in the end of the rainbow. And definitely someone who didn't deserve that was Naoya, the biggest jerk on that whole campus.

The thing is, he was way too attractive for the good of society, and you wanted something quick, no strings attached; so, with that in mind, what could be better than using the blond only to get a good time and nothing more? He was desperate; you could read between the lines in the few interactions you had: he would feign disinterest, make an unfortunate comment, but the next second his eyes were glued to your body, almost drooling, like a puppy seeing a treat.

Truth be told, you were practically doing him a favor, because, despite his appealing looks, his mouth, which only opened to spout nonsense, eliminated any chance he had of ending his celibacy. You pitied him, if it wasn't for you, the guy would've died without feeling a woman's touch, not that he deserved it, but he was just so easy.

"Nah-ah, who said you could do anything? you're going to stay still until I tell you so, m'kay?"

You murmured as his hands dared to move from your waist to your chest, his fingers anticipating a touch that would obviously be denied. You wouldn't be there if you really wanted to be fucked by someone, you were there because you needed something to relieve all the stress built up from day after day of work and studies and stupid social interactions that made your reputation, and Naoya was just the perfect toy.

The blond groaned almost in pain when you broke the kiss, and if he didn't have a little sense of self-preservation, he would have sought more in vain. His hazel eyes searched for any sign from you, anything that would please you, because he knew he would be rewarded for doing the right thing. He knew how things were going from now on, he knew he'd have to put his enormous ego aside, and he knew even better that he'd have to obey your every word if he didn't want to be blue balled and replaced by someone else, after all he was quite disposable.

Your hands found their way to the waistband of his pants, pulling them down, revealing the outline of his cock, pathetically hard from just a few kisses, strained against the fabric of his underwear. You used a finger to tease the clothed organ, your nail tracing the design lightly, almost without touching it, feeling its warmth against your fingertip, while Naoya tried his best not to let any sound escape.

You wanted to torture him, so you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of touching him completely right away, no; you let his dick break free from the confinement of his briefs, already throbbing and leaking, the pink head pleading for attention. A nearly feline smile reached your lips as you played with the tip, sliding your thumb up and down on the wet surface; this broke Naoya, who let out a strangled moan each time your finger passed through the slit, threatening to slide in and reach its full length.

The movements you were making automatically stopped, and you shot him a piercing look, your eyes narrowing as irritation rose in your head. Meanwhile, the blond man seemed oblivious to his own actions, that is, until you stopped giving him any pleasure; His eyes widened, only then realizing what he had done, his pride wounded at having let out such an embarrassing sound, but also desperate to have you touch him again.

"When did I tell you to open your fucking mouth, huh?"

"shit—I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to do it,"

He whimpered, watching you slowly rise from your kneeling position, standing face to face with him. One of your hands traveled to his face, gripping it roughly, your long nails just a breath away from meeting his skin.

"Say a word again and I will leave you right here, all by yourself and will never touch you again. We both know I'm the only one who does that anyways."

He nodded, going completely against his nature; his own actions left him deeply ashamed, yet the way he was aroused completely blinded him; he could only seek his high and nothing more.

You removed your clothes, your cunt was so needy that you neglected that part even more, even though you wanted to torture the blond more, you couldn't wait to have your pussy filled. It wasn't difficult to force him down onto the bed, his well-defined torso completely on display, making you trace the well-defined muscles, the hollows they created. And then, for fun, you pinched his nipple, laughing when he hissed down.

But you couldn't wait any longer, not when you felt his warmth so close to your pulsing intimacy. You sank down to his length, feeling, unfortunately, your walls being stretched by his size, which was totally unfair; a jerk like that shouldn't have that build.

You placed your hands on his chest, slowly bottoming out onto his cock, only to rise again, feeling the stress melt away as you rode him slowly. Quickly, you found a rhythm that pleased you, your knees resting on either side of his waist, your skin repeatedly brushing against his.

It was a kind of guilty pleasure, feeling his heat pulsing inside you, while he tried his hardest to keep like a little fuck doll, his face contorting in pleasure though everytime you fully sat on him.

And then your pace quickened, your own satisfaction demanded more, you wanted to feel your muscles burning, your puffy clit brushing against his groin; you moaned deliciously, feeling pure ecstasy, of only getting to experience your own pleasure, by not through just your fingers or a toy.

As his pace increased, Naoya had to work twice as hard to keep quiet, but he couldn't hold back the involuntary low whines escaping him, not when you were going back and forth on his cock, gripping him vicely with your warm walls. The first whimper he gave made you look down, watching his distressed face every time you moved with him inside you.

"What's wrong? Hm, wanna tell me? Do you want something?"

You asked, a tone of feigned pity permeated your voice, as if he were some stupid thing to be cared for. He, however, could only spout disconnected words like a brainless idiot, which he was, even without having you up and down on him.

"C'mon, Naoya, use your big boy words, you can do it, even being an idiot that lacks some braincells."

You stopped riding him, your pussy hovering above his head, almost a cherry red, leaking profusely, desperate for the contact that was denied by inches. The blond parted his lips, opening his mouth to say something, which made you slide down onto his cock all at once, drawing a loud moan from deep in his throat.

You had to hold back a laugh, even though it annoyed you, seeing him in such a pathetic position satisfied you so much, it was incredible.

"Look at you, so dumb you can't even comprehend when someone tells you to shut your fucking mouth"

He whined, letting something between a complaint and an apology spill from his bitten lips, one hand reaching out to rub his eyes.

"Do you know what you are, Naoya? A little whore who is only good for sex, did you know that? I bet you do."

You spoke, punctuating each word with a ride on him, feeling your walls tighten against him and him throb with heat.

"You're nothing but a fuck doll I can use whenever I want. Yeah, and you know what else? I know you're easy, so desperate for a touch, and you'd never deny it, that's the only reason I keep coming here and doing this."

His hips lifted, seeking more movement, more friction; the way you were grinding him made him even more desperate, harder, almost painfully so, and the way you were going slowly made him hallucinate with need.

One of your hands rose, meeting his face firmly, a cracking sound against his pale skin. A slap, you had just slapped him across the face.

"Fucking slut, you're such a dumb fucking whore, so horny can't even sit still. What did I say about not moving? Did I stutter, or is just your brain too slow to process what I said?"

Grabbing your panties from the floor, you shove them in a ball right into his mouth, just to see if that would muffle his voice. With that, you started moving quickly again, bouncing intimately with him at your own pace, seeking your orgasm without caring about any of the crap he was saying at that moment.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't meant it—ah I didn't—I didn't meant to do it—sorry, sorry."

God, he was a mess, he looked like he was on the verge of tears, a stark contrast to his usual bitter personality. How you wanted to send that to his misogynistic friends right now. The way he was desperate was the last straw for you, the orgasm hit you deliciously, and as soon as you felt it throughout your body, you slid off Naoya's lap, even knowing that he himself hadn't come.

He almost fell out of bed, reaching out for you, begging you to touch him again, to at least make him come; he could feel his penis aching from the pleasure you had given him, and denied it the second after.

"I will be good for you, you can even gag me, please—please, I won't make a sound, I will be your doll, just make me come... No one can do it like you do, please don't leave me like this."

Tears welled in his eyes, he tried to hold you there, but it was doomed, you were already dressed, pushing him away from your body.

"Get the fuck away from me, Naoya. I don't care about your orgasm, you know I only use you until I come. Go rub one yourself or something if you want it that badly."

The red mark from your slap bloomed like a rose on his cheek, but he didn't seem to care; he craved your touch as if it were a life-or-death situation.

"don't leave me, I beg you—don't leave me, you're the only one that touches me—I will be better the next time, you can do whatever you want, I will behave next time."

He looked like a puppy trying to please its owner after misbehaving; you just rolled your eyes, grabbing your keys to leave her apartment.

"You'd better pray for a next time. And if there is, you better have your face on full display for me to slap, you deserve nothing but it with such behavior."

a/n: risking my reputation with this one lwk. Should there be a next time??

vamp!choso can't resist getting a taste of your blood

Choso is the most loyal, adorable, and obedient boyfriend anyone could ask for. He's also a vampire who simply can't resist your beautiful neck calling him, no matter the time of the day.

It's as if he were the moth and your exposed skin were the light, especially the pulse points on that skin, those were supernova light-like. Unfortunately, he can't control his desires; it's almost as if he would die if he didn't have even a single drop of your blood on the tip of his tongue.

He really should learn to control himself, because now was the least opportune moment for him to be salivating thinking about you; it was the middle of the night, for goodness sake, you were sleeping soundly and the last thing he wanted to do was to wake you up because of his needs.

He could try distracting himself, of course, but your figure sprawled across the bed, in a nightgown that left little to the imagination, so oblivious to the world around you, only made him more tempted, because you didn't left his peripheral vision, nor did you left his mind, it was doomed for his, honestly.

He moved as quietly as he could, his cold hands touching your exposed thigh, fingers tracing the skin delicately, as if any squeeze would break it. One of his hands pulled the flesh of your leg toward him, choosing the internal part of your thigh, that where you were the most plush, before planting a kiss, testing the waters.

When you showed no sign of waking up, he took a bigger risk, planting open-mouthed kisses on your skin, feeling the warmth penetrate his tongue as he gave an experimental lick. His eyes traveled upwards as his actions became certain that you would wake up, his irises searching for any discomfort as his teeth closed against your skin, nibbling on it before going for the big bite.

Then, finally, his pearly fangs sank into your rich flesh, resulting in a sound of deep satisfaction from him as the sweet, metallic taste reached his palate. He could have an orgasm just from it; the hunger being satisfied and the taste lingering on his tongue were almost like a drug, stimulating him to suck more and more just to seek satisfaction.

The pain from the puncture wound woke you up, almost causing you to panic, but you could soon feel the warmth of his lips enveloping the bleeding part. Even so, that didn't stop you from writhing in pain, low murmurs escaping your lips, both of pain and of an unexpected pleasure that always felt warm in the lower part of your womb.

Choso's pale hands settled on your thigh, strong fingers closing into your skin and his thumb caressing the area. He knew you were in pain, but he could also feel the pulsing heat coming from your clothed intimacy, which pushed him further, making him want to savour every drop even more.

You stirred, finally fully awake, your hands traveling to his dark hair, gently tugging at the strands, whether to pull him closer or push him away, you couldn't even tell. The pain was awful, of course, but the way he sucked her blood, his tongue lapping up every single little drop, was delicious, a stimulus that gave her a guilty pleasure.

Noticing that you had woken up, his fingers moved, pulling your cotton panties aside and sliding them over your clitoris, stimulating the bundle of nerves. While he reveled in your blood, he gave you pleasure, playing with your clitoris, his own intimacy showing signs of arousal.

Between the licks and sucks on your leg and the way his fingers moved on you, your only reaction was to moan in blinding pleasure, both from the pain, which burned each time he drew blood from the wound, and from the way he almost unconsciously played with you.

The sounds that threatened to escape you remained trapped in your throat, unable to reach the surface because you found them embarrassing. Instead, you bit your lower lip, your heavy breathing the only thing that revealed you were comfortable with it.

Noticing such behavior from you, Choso detached his lips from your soft thigh, bringing his mouth to your soaking pussy, feeling your pleasure permeate his tongue almost as deliciously as your blood.

The way he sucked on her folds, and then brought the tip of his tongue to play with her clit, was mind-blowingly pleasurable, so much so that you were now letting out whimpers, your fingers tightening in his scalp, taking a tuft of hair in your hands.

"Fuck—ah—take it slower, Cho. I can't keep it down if you continue like that..."

Her words seemed to have no effect on him; if anything, it only encouraged him further, causing him to nuzzle against the inside of your thigh opposite the one that had been bitten, murmuring something and kissing the skin.

"Baby, please let me hear you, please you sound so good, don't keep it away from me."

He looked up at you, his brown eyes glossy and pleading, making it almost impossible for you to deny him anything, much less predict his actions: another bite on your thigh, that drew out a moan out of both of you, although his was from the pleasure and his from pain from the way his fangs pierced you once again.

He now resembled a puppy getting a treat, but instead of wagging his tail excitedly, he humped his hips against the mattress seeking friction to relieve the ache in his penis. You felt overstimulated, your eyes closing, completely surrendered to the blinding pleasure of having his mouth all over you.

You could no longer contain your sounds, full moans escaping your lips, traveling directly to his throbbing erection, only making him rub against you more intensely, feeling the fabric of his underwear move against your intimacy and confine you, just as you felt the movements against the hardness of the mattress.

"Cho, I'm so close, so so fucking close, keep going—shit keep doing like that."

You sobbed out, your hips lifting slightly off the bed to meet his mouth, which worked on you as if you were a delicious dessert, which, in part, was true.

It didn't take long for all that pleasure he was giving you to build up and explode right in his mouth, making you both moan almost pornographically, his tongue not stopping for a second.

"I love you so much, I love your taste, I love your sounds, I love your touch—fuck I love you so much, sweetheart."

He blabblered, while licking you clean, leaving none of your juices behind, and when he noticed that your leg was still dripping warm blood, he licked that too, which caused his own orgasm. The released sticky substance coated all the fabric of his boxers, embarrassingly, untouched, just from your taste, and he could have another orgasm just by the way you looked at him.

He pulled himself up after spending a few seconds with his cheek resting on your thigh, admiring you, watching you recover. Your body burned all over in the best possible way, the high from the orgasm only serving to make you sleepy again, such was the wave of ecstasy that washed over you.

You brought a hand to his cheek, caressing your boyfriend's pale face, noticing his lips were still red, a little swollen after everything, which brought a smile to your face. Noticing this, almost involuntarily, on his own face, a smile appeared, his teeth stained with your blood.

"Choso, you look like a mess, oh my gosh."

"That's how you always got me, sweetheart."

You chuckled softly, your boyfriend could make you see stars in a second and proceed to be a total dork in the other. He laid his head on your stomach, gently caressing your waist, carefully running his fingers over the small holes he had left in your skin.

"I'm sorry for waking you up like this, I should've—should've just controlled myself and waited until you were fully rested."

His voice sounded low; you could almost see imaginary ears drooping on his head and a tail between his legs. With that, you let out another soft giggle.

"Don't apologize, that was the best way I could have been woken up in the middle of the night."

He automatically looked at you, his eyes shining like a child's on Christmas morning, and you could almost feel him melting in your hands, a low groan escaping his lips.

"Please don't ever say that again, will make me crave this everyday."

a/n: gang pretend this isn't ass, cause I had to re-write it all after tumblr tried to be funny and removed my draft😭✌🏻

Hello, sweetheart!! How are you?

First things first, I want to thank you for asking for permission & also giving credits, although it may seem ordinary, it's very rare nowadays.

JUJUTSU KAISEN CHARACTERS AS ALTS

THE GYARUS

Value being yourself and having the confidence to express your own identity. The movement is characterized by freedom of expression and a lack of constraints in this area.

Response to social pressure and conservative Japanese beauty standards, rejecting conservative subtlety, with an extroverted attitude, direct attitudes, positive and bright personality and consumerism.

Yuji Itadori as ganguro gyaruo

Kugisaki Nobara as onee gyaru

Gojo Satoru as shiro gyaruo

THE EMOS

Often misunderstood, the movement values sensitivity, introversion, the expression of intense emotions (sadness, anguish, love), and tolerance. It is frequently associated with bitterness or melancholy. The emo movement values internal emotions, conflict resolution, and is based on high moral principles of social justice, primarily for marginalized groups.

Fushiguro Megumi as emo

Okkotsu Yuta as emo

Nanami Kento as emo

THE PUNKS

Punk counterculture values egalitarianism, individual freedom, anti-fascism, anti-sexism, and independent cultural production. They reject conformism and conservative societal norms, as well as the homogenization of culture.

Linked to movements that value the working class, as well as embracing minorities and marginalized groups, the punk counterculture preaches that you can create your own cultural vision, while escaping the oppression of authority figures and breaking free from social norms imposed on you.

Zen'in Makin as punk

Sukuna Ryomen as punk

Higuruma Hiromi as punk

THE SCENES

The scene movement arose from the valorization of individualism and one's own way of expressing oneself, both verbally and non-verbally, adopting striking visuals that often dialogue through themselves.

Individual expression of style and ideas, as well as support as a form of solidarity and online engagement, are strongly associated with the scene movement.

Inumaki Toge as scene

Hoshi Kirara as scene

THE METALHEADS

The unity among peers is valued, creating a sense of belonging and family, often described as a welcoming community, It goes against traditional conventions and socially imposed roles.

Geto Suguru as metalhead

Ieiri Shoko as metalhead

THE GOTHS

The Gothic movement values dark aesthetics, melancholy, and the supernatural, with roots in Gothic literature and art. Its values include an appreciation for the macabre, creativity, and self-expression, welcoming marginalized groups and a part of society in general.

At the same time valuing individual freedom, with a critical stance towards social norms, without adhering to conservatism. A cult of the nocturnal, the mysterious, and the beauty found in melancholy.

Kamo Choso as tradgoth/vampgoth

makeup time w kirara (f4f)

The afternoon had passed in a whirlwind of shopping bags from cosmetics stores and smiles exchanged between you and your girlfriend, Kirara, as you spent rivers of money on new makeup—after all, there was no better way to do it.

Each cute package, pastel pink or with chibi animals, was an addition to the basket, which jingled with each step you took to a new section, filled with everything you could possibly want.

From lip products that promised an almost magical shine, fuller lips, and fruity scents, to eyeshadow palettes piled high in a variety of colors, each one more beautiful than the last, your expenses just kept piling up — not that this was a major concern, by no means, the focus there was just filling your arms with as many bags as you two could carry back home.

Now finally arriving home, relieving the weight on your arms as you two set the bags down on a table, and even knowing exactly what you had just bought, you still opened each package, sighing in admiration, as if you hadn't almost left a part of your souls in the stores you passed through.

An idea came to mind as soon as your girlfriend and you were finished swooning over the new products: why not use them already, after all, who wouldn't want to test out their newest acquisitions and put to proof their quality?

You both rushed to the room, already excited, in a frenzy, not only to test what had been bought, but also the see if the products you two bought could be shared easily.

You both sat in the middle of the bed, with the girl in front of you and the brand-new makeup all over the pink sheets, is where you find yourself now; Kirara's sweet scent filled your nostrils as she leaned closer to your face, whether to spread the rosy blush on your already warm cheeks or to wipe away any smudges of the shimmering eyeshadow around your eyes, you didn't knew exactly, her proximity only made you distracted with her adorable details; her candy-ish aroma making you feel like you were floating, thousands blutterflies blooming on your stomach that could have been from the girl's frequent touches on your skin, or from her closeness.

When she finally finished the work on your face, a proud look on her soft face, she passed you the hand mirror, her bright eyes full of expectation.

"what do you think, baby?"

Looking at your own reflection in the mirror, you were surprised; you could never have imagined that the makeup your girlfriend applied to her face every day would suit you so perfectly.

You two giggled a little before Kirara decided to sit on your lap, ready for her own makeover, eager to see how she would look with your routine.

What you did wasn't much different, applying makeup to your girlfriend, your breath meeting hers or spiraling so close to her fair skin that it made her want to giggle, occasionally planting kisses on your face, part of her affectionate nature. She couldn't stay still, playing with her hair while you applied eyeshadow, or playfully biting the tips of your fingers as you lined her piercing adorned lips.

It wasn't Kirara's fault that you were so beautiful, and that you'd become totally dreamy like that; it was torture if she just stood there doing nothing, and even worse was resisting kissing you when you were focused on her lips.

That could be one of your favorite things, exchanging sweet caresses with the girl, in your own world, while applying makeup to each other, just the two of you, occasionally chatting or complimenting each other, laughing silly, the music playing softly in some corner of the room in the occasional silence that took hold in moments of concentration.

It was as if you were in a glass dome, where only the two of you existed, doing what you wanted and exchanging glances with dilated pupils, your lips, tasting of strawberry and cherry, meeting in a tropical explosion, the mixture lingering on the tips of your tongues making you both laugh numbly and return to the cycle that would probably stretch throughout the night.

a/n: this was almost becoming lost media in my drafts T-T

𝒵ayne loves sweets, but his absolute favorite is you (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

It's no secret that you simply love to adorn yourself with scents as sweet as sugar itself, whether after a hot bath that leaves your skin completely soft and glowing, or before settling down amidst fresh sheets and fluffy pillows, your fondness for sweet perfumes never left you.

Your routine consisted of using everything she could to resemble a walking dessert: scrubs made of pure sugar; moisturizers like cream on her skin; oils that looked more like glucose and of course, insanely sweet perfumes that would make anyone ask for a glass of water — chocolate syrup, vanilla bean, strawberry shortcake... you name the scent.

Your husband, however, a real sweet tooth, was the one who most adored your little habit of bathing in saccharine essences. The sweetness of your skin reached his nostrils as soon as you approached, of course, the aroma, which reminded him of the countless sweets he devoured in the blink of an eye, left him practically drooling, desperate not to savor the desserts, but rather your plump, soft lips that looked like a flashing 'kiss me' sign.

Zayne's favorite part was tracing his lips over every inch of that honeyed skin, the scent maddening him incredibly and your little sounds of pleasure, giggles and squeaks, even more so. His lips wouldn't leave you for a single second, his calm and controlled posture would become clingy like you'd never see in a normal situation, he looked like a starved puppy.

He wouldn't stop at just a kiss, after all, how could he? You smelled like his favorite pastries, it's only fair to your love that he can devour you equally. Therefore, his mouth was now occupied, munching on your cunt, slurping noises coming out so obscenely that they made you blush like the seasonal strawberries, your soft thighs closing against his head, pressing him further into you without you even noticing, how silly.

Zayne seemed like greediness personified, his strong hands gripping your thighs in such a delicious vice, just to keep them apart, while his tongue worked tirelessly, sometimes tasting your dripping pussy, making a mess in the sheets and on his own face, sometimes looking into your glossy eyes, the most beautiful sight of you lost, full of pleasure he was giving you, as if savoring every part of your reaction, he would let out the prettiest noises, before nudging your little bundle of nerves with the tip of his nose, as if that didn't made you in the border of coming undone.

And how he would feast when you finally fall apart on his gummy tongue, savoring your cum as if it were his favorite thing, not letting a single bit go to waste. Of course, he would still be aching under his clothes, but that alone, your candied form and taste, was enough to bring him to orgasm, especially because the dopamine that the sweets released into his bloodstream, you pretty little cunt did in double, and even more, it caused a wave of ecstasy to hit him in the cruelest way possible. And the worst part was that satisfying his sweet tooth for your delightful body took much longer than simply ordering dessert across the street.

a/n: guess who just bought a new body scent?

ℳy 𝒇unny 𝓥alentine (feat. megumi fushiguro)

He was charmed by you, from your silly, talkative nature to the stupid things you were shy about; everything was extremely endearing in his eyes, so he couldn't help but desire to be your valentine on that special day.

Megumi wouldn't want you to change your ways for anything; he thought you were the most adorable person in the world, from your wrinkled nose when you smiled to your enthusiastic way of talking about all the geeky things you love, he admired every single little trait of yours. You, of course, were oblivious to all of that, too preoccupied with displeasing him to notice the way his turbulent sea-like eyes followed your movements, even the gentlest ones.

His eyes would fill with affection every time you sat next to him at recess, chattering about the new comic book you'd bought and finished in less than a week. One of the highlights of Fushiguro's day was walking you home from school, even when that awkward silence hung in the air; he didn't mind at all, admiring your beauty was enough.

You were sweating with nervousness; after all, asking someone to be your valentine wasn't easy, especially when that person was your dearest friend. The fear of ruining everything was overwhelming you, your perfectionism was dragging you down, leaving you anxious that everything would go wrong. A small bag was in your arms, filled with a small box of dark chocolates, a letter, and the second button from your uniform—a more than idiotic tradition to symbolize that you harbored a very deep affection for someone, romantically of course.

"Hey, Megumi," you called softly, as he read a book in a secluded corner of the school benches, engrossed in a narrative separate from your world; however, as soon as your voice reached his ears, his gaze met yours, suddenly curious.

The intensity of his scrutiny only made you more nervous, but stalling any longer would only make things worse, so, not wanting to postpone it any longer, you left the small bag beside him, remaining standing, swaying nervously.

"This is for you – go ahead, open it already."

You exclaimed softly, wanting to run away, feeling like your face was going to explode like in a dramatic horror movie scene where an entity crushes the protagonist's brains. You kind of wished it would actually happen; it would be something less bad.

Watching his pale fingers work to open the bag, first taking out the letter and examining it, recognizing your handwriting after a few seconds. Something told you that you would hate for him to read it now, so he didn't, perhaps it was his familiarity with your preferences.

The next thing the boy noticed was the box of chocolates, and a wave of shame washed over him, not because of the gift, but because he himself had forgotten to make that gesture first; internally cursing himself for having been so stupid, he looked up at you again, his face flushed the most beloved shade of pink imaginable.

"Is this your way of asking me to be your valentine?"

You nodded, putting your hands behind your back, trying to avoid any contact with him; could he possibly think you were pathetic now? Could his face possibly be seething with rage?

He stood up, the button you had removed from your uniform earlier between his fingers; a hand cupped your cheek, caressing it, making your eyes widen in piercing surprise before he opened his mouth, murmuring something that sounded very much like:

"You didn't need to rip the button off your uniform, you big silly. You only needed to touch my hand and I would have gladly accepted being your valentine. After all, who wouldn't love to have a funny, pretty, sweet valentine like you?"

Sealing your lips together, it seemed that day had become the reason for your most beautiful joy, as if cherry blossoms were blooming in both of your heads and birds were singing, because Fushiguro Megumi had finally kissed you. And he thought the same, his dreams now a reality, knowing he wasn't a complete jerk for wanting to kiss his best friend.

"but I wish I had done it first, so let me get you all the junk you want, for today."

a/n: this is totally goof ball material guys do not read. I found it completely ooc.

Comments, likes & reblogs are very much appreciated, thank you for reading. ♡

xavier is a sleepyhead who loves recieving sleepy head

໒꒰ྀི ˶> ˕ <˶꒱ྀི১ w!consensual somno

The morning sun slowly filtered through the curtains, bathing your skin in the comforting embrace of dawn's warmth. The cool sheets wrapped around your body, pulling you back into a gentle sleep—it couldn't have been more convincing—until a pair of arms pulled you close, sleepy sounds escaping his lips as you turned to admire Xavier's soft face, cradled in a deep sleep, not even noticing what you felt as soon as you approached him: something undeniably hard pressed against your thigh, warm, making you pity your poor boyfriend. After all, he slept so peacefully; you would hate for him to wake up because of that aching neediness between his legs.

Escaping the blond man's strong arms wasn't an easy hurdle for you, but once you did, the position he was in seemed so perfect you couldn't believe it, lying on his back, just waiting for you. Of course, at that point, you couldn't resist; it was so easy, just pulling down his white sweatpants, freeing Xavier's hard, lovely pink cock, which made you salivate, just as his head did, the pre moistening the tip in unconscious preparation.

Your hands played with the tip of his dick, spreading the precum along its length, pumping it slowly until you couldn't take it anymore; your mouth, warm and moist, took it slowly, first with your tongue straight against the head, the slightly salty taste making your plump lips close around his penis, sucking it as if it were the tastiest lollipop in a candy shop.

"Honey, please– mhmm..."

In the haze of sleep, sugary whines escaped his lips, followed by pleas that you couldn't tell if they referred to the stimuli you were applying or if they were part of a dream he was entangled in.

You didn't know what stimulated you more, — a heat settling in your lower parts, making you crave friction — it could just be the sensation of him in your mouth, almost melting in it making each of your moves so sloppy, or maybe it was the sounds he made amidst the consciousness and the gentle sleep that refused to leave him.

Distracting yourself was easy with that little morning task; you rubbed your needy pussy against the mattress, feeling your thin panties drag, doing little to relieve that visceral need between your legs. Then, when you felt Xavier's hand run through your hair, a muffled sound of confusion escaped your lips, causing him to let out the most delicious whine and trust himself to try, impossibly, to find the deepest spot in your mouth. His sweet sounds made you whimper on his cock, one hand going to your clit, massaging the bud of nerves quickly, following the rhythm of the blonde's thrusts into your mouth.

"fuck, I'm so close, so fucking close..."

He murmured, his blue eyes meeting yours, making you feel your own climax in the pit of your stomach, unfolding warmly, making you release hums through your mouth, which only brought the blond closer, now letting go of your hair, countless moans escaping your lips as he murmured incoherent things, stomach flexing, as he instinctively trusted into your mouth, spilling his cum in your throat.

You stood up, breathing heavily, your warm skin tingling as if you'd gone for a morning run; yawning, he smiled innocently, as if he'd just woken from a dream filled with good things, one hand cupping your cheek, his thumb wiping away the mess, which was partly his fault, on your chin.

"Hmm this was way better than wokin' up to breakfast in bed or no work morning."

His eyes gleamed at something behind her, his gaze drifting down to her pajamas, her shirt and panties, nothing spectacular; his gaze then rose again, now finding her lips, which were taken by his in the blink of an eye, making him taste himself.

"I think I should return the favour to my hard working girl, don't you agree with me?"

As if he was going to wait for an answer from you... his hands were already slipping under your loose blouse, finding your soft, warm skin with his fingertips, his lips sliding down to your neck and shoulder, exposed by the loose fabric that did a mediocre job of covering you.

a/n: I dunno if this is good cause I totally suck at writing smut, BUT I had to externalize this idea that was in my mind 24/7.

I had never stopped to think about this, but now that you mentioned it, I can see it perfectly. He has the perfect posture of a pianist.

In addition, I think he would be the nonchalant type about it, not because he wants to show off, but because he genuinely doesn't think it is a big deal; I mean, he just learned that, like any other average person could do, nothing really shocking, at least not for him. I guess he would be the type to have hidden skills: he can play the guitar, can draw like a plastic arts major, and even knows how to sew — skill he had to learn because of the fights he found himself in middle school, his uniform scattered with small tears and scratches, it couldn't stay like that, even worse if he thought about buying a new one. Everyone but him would be so amazed by every little talent he hides up his sleeve, while megumi himself would remain with his thoughts that the things he learned with time were mundane and silly skills.

thank you sm for sharing this headcannon with me, I literally love it and cannot stop thinking about all the possibilities of this brand new information I have in my hands (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Imagine vampire!megumi using his shadow technique to hide in your room, making you not notice his presence, he sees everything: to the moment you enter the bedroom, sighing heavily, tired from the burden of the day that heavend on your shoulder impossibly, until the moment you take off your clothes, preparing to take a shower, planning to wash off the day, hoping that would improve your mood. He practically drools at the sight of your dewy body, exuding a fresh, sweet scent that made him want to kiss every inch of your skin, the last drop of restraint fell when he saw your dripping neck, so pretty and tempting.

He waited until you were comfortable in your frilly bed, all wrapped in pink, soft blankets that contrasted so naturally to his grimy appearance; you closed your eyes in an attempt to fall asleep for the next day, but as soon as your eyelids encountered each other, you felt cold hands in your arms, caressing them sweetly; your boyfriend hovered his face over yours, pupils blown wide, sharp fangs visible when he parted his lips, diving in to kiss you hungrily. His mind was pulsating with warnings about you, he had no right to be there, but he couldn't help it, he wanted to see you so bad, to know how you were when no one else saw you, free from judging eyes; but it was dangerous, oh how it was, being close to you like that made him salivate with the mere thought of biting your pretty neck, he wondered every damn day how much delightful your saccharine blood would be from your mouth.

All megumi could do was kiss you like a starved man, not that he wasn't, fuck he was craving for you for so long, hands roaming your body senseless. The impulses he felt were dazing, his head felt like it would explode, but he couldn't give in, as much as your muttering voice whimpered and begged for him to bury his fangs on your neck, he just didn't have the heart to use you like that. Grazing his lips on your neck, feeling your rapid heartbeat, like a lapping rabbit, earned a soft moan of pleasure, even without tasting you, just the kisses alone were more than enough for his imagination, an unimaginable ecstasy reaching his pelvis and making him let out sounds of pleasure, both of you lost in the shadows where he hid just to be able to observe you, his favorite prey, his stupid little lamb.

a/n: sorry if it looks rushed, if this is bad y'all can get on my ass for it. twilight inspired if you couldn't tell lol.

I've been obsessed with the idea of a one-shot where we (the reader) teach Megumi how to kiss. OH MY GOD. (Please tell me I'm not the only one who loves the thought of an inexperienced Megumi). He resists, looks annoyed, but when their lips touch, he melts like ice cream in the sun.

It would be funny if it all ended with a more insistent kiss and if Gojo bursting into the room, hahaha. I can just imagine the shock he'd feel seeing his Megumi (already so grown up!) kissing a girl.

Sorry, I'm just in love.

Hello!! Now that I saw your ask, my day definitely got better. Thank you so much, I am so glad you like my writing, as long as there are people who enjoy it as much as I do, I will be immensely joyful.

You are obsessed with this idea and I am too, I swear from the moment I got your ask I started writing, because I couldn't stop thinking about it. I absolutely love the idea of inexperienced megumi, where he would get shy and defensive, I just adore it.

Don't be sorry, I am in love with your thought line.

teaching megumi how to kiss (based on this request)

You never thought you would have ended up in this situation, with Megumi in front of you, eyes slipping to your lips almost contrary to his own will; the truth is, you never thought he would be inexperienced, because he never looked like it, he was precise at basically everything he did, from casual things to his technic, everything showed an almost surgical precision.

Imagine the surprise you were hit by when he sat in front of you, looking at everything but you, His jaw clenched and words seemingly stuck in his throat, too embarrassed by his own position to express anything. You had been dating for months, but never a single kiss had been shared, if he said he wasn't eager, he would be lying, but there was one obstacle that held him back all this time: he had no idea how to do it.

Being the kind soul that you are, you couldn't leave your boy clueless, so you offered to teach him step by step, especially since you would have a great chance of enjoying it as much as he did.

"hey, relax, I promise I won't judge..."

You muttered, looking at his reluctant form, that looked both too timid and irritated by the thought of being so vulnerable. His dark blue eyes met yours, blinking a few times before finally letting himself accept it.

"all right, it's fine."

That was all you needed to snake your hands around the nape of his neck, one in the curve of his pale neck, the other just below his jaw, using this to bring his lips closer. In the silence of the dormitory, the air seemed to have stopped just so you could intertwine your lips, the first contact was foreign, so soft it almost felt like nothing; you could taste the reluctance in his moves, the way he was still, his hands low resting on his own lap.

"you know you can touch me, right? It's not like I'm poisonous everywhere but my lips."

You joked, giving him a soft smile before pecking his lips, Megumi's cheeks blossomed in pink as he felt the quick taste of you, he didn't waste anytime in wrapping your cheeks on his cold hands, this time pulling you to a kiss. First trying softly, testing the waters with the soft seal of lips, then taking your lower lip between his, after that he thought it would be fine to deepen, finally going it all in.

This time, it felt more sweet, not like the awkward moving you were doing earlier, it seemed like he gained confidence, getting you closer to him, pressing your lips together more and more, because now that he tasted your lips for the first time, he knew that would never want to let it go.

Soon, with your instructions, you both found yourselves in a rather surprising position: tangled in each other, hands to traveling all over each other's bodies as you both explored each other's mouths and deepened into the kiss, as messy as expected, but never hard enough to bruise; the silence in the dorm room vanished, opening space for breathless sounds, the encounter of tongue causing a pleasant hum to immerge from you in synch.

You parted first, breathless, looking at his disheveled look, his pretty lips swollen and his look dazed, as if he was drunk off your lips, his hands encountered your waist pulling you into him once again.

"can I have more? Please?"

Megumi's voice sounded almost like a pleaded whisper, broken by the lack of current use, lips now on your neck, like he wouldn't let you go now that he finally learned how to properly kiss you, not that sloppy way he once did, no, this time it was tender, like with just a few minutes he discovered all you week spots.

You couldn't say no to that voice, not when he was all over you again, never getting enough of your little teach and learn section, you let him pull you into his lips again, dancing in the same rhythm as him, the pretty noises he let out only making you never want to leave his room.

But of course, everything that is sweet ends up quickly, and you get disturbed by the sound of a door opening, too close to you not to be of the dorm; as you pulled apart in inhuman speed, both of you saw a familiar snowy head, that stopped by the doorway, eyes wide and an easy smile growing on his lips.

"I didn't knew you were like that, megumi! Being late for training just to be all lovey dovey, I think my pupil has a lot of potential, in more than one area. If you want, I can give you some tips."

Gojo exclaimed in his usual silly tone when he wanted to tease Megumi, which made the boy utterly embarrassed. The raven-haired one lifted his head, covering his face with his large palms, groaning.

"Gojo, could you please leave us alone? I will be ready in a second."

The older man laughed, leaving you both alone, but not before shouting at Megumi for him to be careful and use protection. Throwing himself onto the bed without hope, her boyfriend knew he would suffer for weeks at the professor's hands, but at least now he wouldn't be insecure about kissing you, that would definitely help.

bookstore date with megumi (ooc?)

You'd been toying with this idea for weeks, it would be perfect, just like the two of you: a little date at the newly opened bookstore; the place was a two-level complex, the first floor a beautiful bookstore, the rooms like those of a house, but each room containing a different section, and a coffee shop on the ground floor, full of fruity-scented plants, tables with umbrellas, and even live music. The hard part was convincing Megumi that going to this place would be much better than spending the day at home, as you always did on weekends.

"C'mon, gumi, it will be fun! All my friends say the food is yummy and their book selection is simply amazing."

You were trying to persuade him, both of you walking down the street on the sunniest day of the month, or at least that's what it seemed like. Your hands were practically gripping his arm, pulling him closer excitedly without even realizing it, which caused both of you to lose your balance near a step. He let out a sigh, taking a glance at you and muttering something in defeat before finally giving his last veredict.

"Okay, I'll go with you. I need a new book anyways."

A mere excuse to hide the fact that he blushed even at the idea of you two sharing ideas about books, for whatever reason. Especially since your proposal seemed more appealing than he'd like to admit.

When you finally entered the twentieth-century architectural building, the sheer number of books impressed you, and you both went to a corner, searching for titles that appealed to you individually, but occasionally showing a book to each other.

"Look, gumi, they said it's a new, best-selling, non-fiction; don't you think this looks promising? The synopsis sounds like something you'd like, judging by the books you have in your dorm room..."

"Hey, didn't you say you were looking for the sequel to that shoujo manga you were reading? Isn't this one? I found it over there."

" [...] is like the author's biography, sure, it has fictional elements, but it's so similar to the reality she was facing..."

After wandering around the entire store, you finally made up your mind, setting aside a stack of books, mostly secondhand, that caught your eye. By the time you finished paying, you were starving; it was as if all your energy had been dissolved in discussions about fictional narratives and stories by deceased authors.

You finally sat down in the cafeteria, an airy and beautiful place, quickly filling your hands with mouthwatering menus, each dish more tempting than the last, but perhaps it was just hunger winning. After deciding, Megumi quickly, not really wanting to try something new, while you reluctantly made your choice; it wasn't long before your occupations shifted to the new books, each of you choosing a copy, and the orders that soon arrived.

"I don't understand how you can drink that strong black coffee without sugar!"

You noticed, when you looked up from the text to take a sip of your own drink, that the cup in front of your boyfriend was full of the delicious-smelling black liquid, but it was just as deceptive; you could taste the bitterness from miles away.

"Sugar completely spoils the flavor."

And it was with this statement that your meeting transformed from a peaceful afternoon into a moment of arguing about coffee, starting to bicker over nothing. Night fell without you even realizing it, having picked up on threads in the conversation, now the discussion was of a different nature: Camus or Sartre, and why whoever defends Sartre is completely wrong.

You walked down the street, returning to school, bags in your arms and words overflowing from your lips, you enthusiastically agreeing or arguing, while he countered or added something in a firm and cohesive way. The whole way was filled with giggles and nudges, the fun lasting until you reached your respective dormitories, having to separate. Megumi was the one who took the initiative and gently planted a kiss on your lips.

"Thank you for convincing me of going out today, it was really nice. I guess we could do this more often."

With just that statement, the blue-eyed one made you go to bed giggling, and when you woke up, putting your books on the shelf like you sleepyly planned to, your cheeks ached from smiling so much.

vampire choso headcannons

vampire!choso who was reluctant to taste your blood for the first time, afraid he would hurt you by sucking way too much; when he pierced the delicate skin of your neck, fangs dipping and disappearing under the superficial layer, the blood that hit his tongue tasted so sweet, he couldn't help but let out a lewd sound, he never tasted anything so delicious.

vampire!choso who laughed at you when you were preparing food for the both of you and was reluctant on adding garlic, too afraid that it would hurt him some way, after all, that was practically common sense about vampires. After catching his breath, he explained that garlic didn't do anything particularly bad besides causing bad breath.

vampire!choso whose sleep routine was a mess, because, to be honest, he slept basically all day, but at random times. Leaving the bedroom to quickly pee in the middle of the night? Just know that Choso will be in the living room, awake and doing something, and it doesn't even have to be early, it could be 3:30 in the morning and he'll be there. But as soon as the clock hits in the afternoon, he will be asleep quickly, maybe wake up to grab something to eat, but the guy will be a rock if you let him in a dark room.

vampire!choso who when aroused, can't control his fangs for his life; just know that if you appear in front of him with a seductive dress, or even gaze — just your scent to be honest, — his fangs will show up in that pearly white, as as guilty as a hard-on indicating that he's so desperate for you. Poor you, can't even let him embrace you for too long, or give open-mouthed kisses on your neck, collum, without feeling his sharp teeth grazing the sensitive area.

vampire!choso who doesn't blush, because of the lack of blood in his veins, as a vampire he is practically an anemic, but with even lesser blood in his system, meaning that you can try your hardest to get his cheeks all hot, but they don't, instead, you will get his advertful gaze and roaming hands, what, being honest, are just as good, no?

vampire!choso who only gets sleepy during the day time, not because he is a vampire, but because it is already in his physiology; so, when you go to sleep, and he simply can't maintain his eyes closed, he admires you like you are his personal little painting. He would play with your hair, ever so carefully not to wake you up, eyes full of admiration he didn't even bother to hide; when the time for you to wake up arrives, he would silently seal his lips on yours, smiling the moment you open your eyes.

vampire!choso who can't see his reflection, so everyday before going out, or even after waking up, he would ask you with puppy eyes to do his hair, making sure he looks good for you, and he would love to have your hands all over his hair, taking care of him like a little doll.

vampire!choso who has a corruption kink, just imagining you below him, taking him so pretty, drooling pussy swallowing his length fully, and he just can't take his mind off the thought of transforming you, how you would be a night creature just like him, that is enough to make him fill you to the brim.

vampire!choso who, differently from other vampires, prefers to bite your soft thighs, he couldn't help himself, really, they just looked so appealing, all spread up for him, a mess in the middle and on each a purple mark; the sight of them made him salivate, just hovering his lips on top of one of them and he would feel the strongest urge to bite you, suckling all the blood from it to feast himself, humping against the bed when the soft sounds that scaped your lips and barely contained moans reached his ears.