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roommate! choso who's shuffling in his bed. running his rough fingers through his mussed hair. it's been disheveled from the self soothing. it's an unconscious ritual. tying them up just to let it fall back down, over and over again.
roommate! choso who lingers in his small world of what ifs. there's beauty in empty beer cans. soot lining the coffee table because you keep missing the ash tray. a pint of melting ice cream holding two spoons. the washer rumbling behind the two of you and an old horror game let's play competing for both of your attentions.
roommate! choso is still processing to accept that he can be selfish and still have shits left to give about anyone other than his brothers. how only he can feel this way—that your prescence is purely his to linger in, leaving him wanting more.
more calm mornings passing through snapshots of the other's routine. more chilly nights in when god plays his cruel tricks and you need a place in his arms. more of anything.
two things can be true at once: he can give his heart away and still be selfish.
roommate! choso who's up past 1am checking his phone like it's his your lifeline. letting out deep sighs and under the breath grumbles about his woes and concerns.
why are you out when you'll just come back to me to complain about how much you hate it all. empty conversations. stench of bodies mixed with liquor and god knows what.
why couldn't it just be another night in? with just the two of us.
i should stop caring.
roommate! choso who's irritated that you're going out to party even after a bad blind date, instead of staying home and complaining to him. your brows would furrow in exasperation as you go on and on about how your date had the audacity to talk big but make you split the bill. your glossy eyes smudged with exhaustion and frustration. and his own twisted relief and indulgence of your bad date. how he wishes you could appreciate his steady silence as much as he appreciates your spitfire and passion.
roommate! choso who pushes down his frustrations way too quickly as soon as he gets that, "hey this shit blows, let's finish the rest of that ben & jerry's.. pick me up please?" text from you. his pj bottoms swapped with baggy jeans you helped pick out for him at the store. keys clutched in his hands that rests next to the matching bear keychain he humors you with. and a jacket that he half knows he won't be wearing by the end of the night.
roommate! choso who's eyes never left the screen even as he reaches the car door replies, "how could i have ever guessed? be there in 13" as he adjusts his car seat dramatically upwards.
i should really stop lending my car to yuuji…
roommate! choso who amazingly enough did not catch a speeding ticket on the way to you. going 60 in a 30. distracted driving. and by the way he was blasting the neighborhood, you would think he would've gained a public nuisance complaint.
roommate! choso who's eagerness is slowly warping into restlessness. his prelude has been parked outside the house for 15 minutes now. no responses to his, "i'm here," and his what ifs are becoming a lot more suffocating.
ding!
aaa i'm so sorry cho ,, i spilled my drink on someone,, felt so badd but dw theyre chill abt it!! we were chatting and he's letting me make up for it by doing another round of vodka sodass. be out soon? :)
roommate! choso who takes matter into his own hands and makes his way past the stoners on the porch into the frat house. there's a slipper in the house plant and some torn streamers. he has a small feeling these.. for a lack of better words, ornaments, will still be here next month.
roommate! choso who doesn't have to look for too long before you find him first. your unearthly sharp intuitions have your eyes dead set on him the moment he wanders into the living room. before he knows it, he's being whisked away by you and your incessant chirping, something something about meeting the poor guy whose shirt drank the rest of your smirnoff.. something something he's in the same major? all he's thinking about is the static behind him—house full of drunkards and shitty music—yet all he can focus on is you. about how soothing it is simply being by your little tangents. funny how that works.
roommate! choso who's heart pangs in a strange way when you oh so casually introduce him to these new friends of yours as your roommate as you continue to press yourself to the side of his arm. the hand he's keeping in his pocket slowly releases a fist he didn't even know he was holding. there's nothing wrong with it. it's completely true. there's nothing more to it. and maybe that's why it feels like a small knife being twisted into his chest. maybe that's why he has to choke down his disdain watching these new friends of yours releasing their own bated breaths when he showed up for you.
oh so it's like that huh.
something about being underestimated lights a slow fire under his worn out eyes.
they really think all it takes is one spilled drink and your naivety? nah.
roommate! choso contradictorarily offers the circle a brief and rigid handshake with a terse lazy eyed smile. an unofficial and unspoken display of game on as he selfishly pulls in you in closer with one arm around your shoulder. not really caring if you would voice any doubts if you had any. pride swells in his chest confirming his actions when you opted to slowly unravel and melt in his familiarity.
+1 for choso.
roommate! choso who reluctantly performs his usual disinterested spiel about, "yeah i'm in bio sci. you couldn't tell? not the first i've hear that," he offers a dry cynical kind of laugh, "yeah i'm tryna be a phlebotomist. i have to take care of my younger brothers," his eyes never bothered to spare a glance to whoever was asking. they stayed fixed on your hands finding its way to his jewelry. delicate fingers trailing his left arm and wrist. inspecting his rings and bracelets like it was the first time you've seen them. unknowingly his eyes and voice soften and sober him, "so i just kinda picked whatever looked cool and made decent money."
roommate! choso slowly takes the reigns and steers the conversation closer to the kitchen so he can grab you a cup of water and offers you a seat at the breakfast bar. clearing the chairs of the various solo cups, ping pong balls, and liquor store baggies. all while he's trying his best to be patient and supportive of your fun. if it were up to him he wouldn't be wasting his time with these losers. if the two of you were home you'd be half way to finishing the security breach let's play.
roommate! choso who definitely does not (?) have ulterior motives. he's just trying to stop his sweet roommate from getting into any more trouble. it's late and these guys are still trying to badger you into another drinking game. but one look at you makes it clear you won't be able to hold a shot glass let alone say no.
roommate! choso' s stubborn unsubtle acts of calling dibs on you. he leans down slightly. his breath ghosts your nape and in a volume low enough that only the both of you could hear, "did you get yourself into a little scrap while i was gone? you look like a stray cat," he muses, setting your cowlicks down. from fixing your hair to draping his jacket across your bare thighs. you feel it. even in your vodka clouded judgements. you feel something unusual in the air.
roommate! choso who's terrible at hiding his boredom. counting the minutes passing by. the brunette perks up when you're finally coming down from your socializing spree and tugs on his sleeves. "kinda feeling that ice cream right about now," you pair with a smile that silently wonders if he's feeling the same way. the kind of smile that he takes as a form of fucked up salvation from listening about the same old, same old, "what do you do? when are you on campus? what year are you in? do you rock climb?"
roommate! choso who does not give a single damn about killing the mood or offering niceties. he gets up. hangs his jacket over your frame and says, "let's go." ignoring your attempts to try to wrap up your brief meet cutes neatly. he leads the way and is beelining for his prelude. it's a little past 2 am, you won't see them ever again. you shouldn't want to see them ever again. he won't allow it if he's around.
roommate! choso who opens the car door for you before making his way to his side.
roommate! choso who turns on the heater for you and tosses you his phone just in case you want to be on aux.
roommate! choso who lingers in his new resolution to make you his as he cruises past the block of restless college students. not just his roommate. just completely and whole heartedly his. not knowing he's the reason why you're trying to go out on blind dates and parties. your aloof yet warm roommate is making it hard for you to stay home. he makes you breakfast and protein shakes that makes you dread living the rest of your day away from your small comfortable world he stepped into. his presence wasn't abrupt or sudden. but one that fell in with your routine, it was too good to be true. an addition you don't know if you can indulge in.
roommate! choso' s thoughts are interrupted as he pulls into a familiar street. "hey choso?" the sound of cars passing by in the distance and cop sirens echo beyond the car. your pause has him swallowing the growing lump in his throat. he can't pretend to ignore the sudden sincerity and intimacy clouding the car forcing him to face you in the passenger seat.
what could you possibly want to say after tonight?
roommate! choso musters up a calm and nonthreatening, "what's up?" worried his voice would dissuade you from continuing, leaving him on another cliff hanger. you hesitate. if he wasn't nearly entering cardiac arrest from the anticipation he'd like to think he would be getting a small kick watching you pick your words out carefully. it's so unlike you. not when you can get so deep in your long lists of opinions and complaints about the world.
you both know what you both want to say and ask but right now you settle for, "thanks for picking me up tonight."
…
"yeah, no problem what are roommates for," he matches; not yet ready to let go of this sanctuary you both built. where the mundane and unspoken intents get to live on in your respective hearts. not yet ready to shatter that safe space. not just yet.
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𓏵 extreme dark themes , heavy angst , extreme cnc / non-con , gore , nsfw 4 minors , breeding kink sorry , pregnancy , ships , male reader inserts
never make fun of satoru gojo stuttering because he’ll make you stutter, but in a different way. 18+ request inspo
satoru had a habit about letting his thoughts override his capability of speaking. the kind of overriding where the brain is processing multiple thoughts so apace, that the words spill out faster than the mouth can process, making the sentence come out in a jumbled mess.
“damnnn itt!” satoru drags out a long sigh of dread before throwing his head against the headrest of his gaming chair, impelling you to look over at him with your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“what happened this time, toru?” you asked, lying on your stomach faced in the area where his gaming setup was. his monitor casted a red glow across the room with defeated words, ‘you are dead.’
satoru slouches deeper into his chair before clicking the try again button on the screen, earning a giggle from you.
“died again? how times is that now?” you grin, teasing your already irritated boyfriend. “it’s only the second death— now shush so i can concen— BRO—” satoru quite literally shouts, channeling the anger of a hundred men.
satoru’s died a thousand times over by nemesis in resident evil three. “jill’s character is so buns.” satoru groans, dragging his cursor right back to the retry button.
“nah, it’s just a skill issue.” you inform, looking at his monitor as reading, ‘do you want to try easy mode’ before pursing your lips in attempt to not laugh.
“skill issue?!” satoru spins his chair around to look at you with the most disbelieved expression. “okay— no, tell me how it’s a skill issue if nemesis is literally cracked.” he utters, “this meakin’ fonster—“
you bust out laughing, incapable of holding it in any longer as satoru jumbles over his words.
“freakin’ mon— monster. i meant to say monster.” he corrects himself watching you get a laugh from of his embarrassment.
his brows are furrowed, and his jaw tight with pink tinted ears — and you can’t help, but poke at him more. “it’s okay, baby. i’d be stuttering if nemesis kept bodying me too.” you tease, fueling his competitive irritation and bruised ego.
though judging by the look in his eyes, you probably should’ve stopped when you had the chance.
and that’s probably why you’re swallowing your own words right about now. face pressed against the pillow with your ass in the air — choking on your own moans, and getting your insides rearranged.
“c’mon, angel. where’s all that teasing now.” satoru taunted, his large frame hovering over yours with a stupid grin as if he’d already won satisfaction. though you’re practically, already wrapped around his finger as the head of his dick continuously nudges against that sweet spot that makes your toes curl.
“i… don’t know what— you’re talking about.” you stammer out with a whine, your palms clutching the pillow beneath your head. every thrust, and every drag of satoru’s length drove you closer to the edge as he slammed his hips flush against you. “f—fuckk. ‘s deep.” you gasp, feeling him press deeper into you as he lets out a breathy groan.
“mhmm.” he hums, leaning in closer as his chest presses against your back. “thought i had a skill issue.” he reminds you as his arms snake around your body to grab at your jaw from underneath you, before tilting your chin up to meet his gaze.
“y’ even teased me for stuttering. now i’m sad.” he added, fauxing sadness with a mocking pout as his hips drove into yours. “and now you don’t even remember w—why you’re, ngh… squeezing around me so hard.” satoru moans, feeling your walls tighten around his dick as he pulls out slowly, letting you feel the emptiness inside of you before prodding your entrance with his tip.
“but that’s okay, baby.” he kisses your temple, as you let out a soft moan while he nudges against your hole, before slamming the entire length inside of you — stuffing your pussy full.
mdni. 𓂃 gn!reader / band au / drummer!reader / bassist!law
bassist!law who doesn't care that his instrument is overlooked, he knows how heavy it hits.
bassist!law who's been coined as 'the surgeon' among the scene for how he never misses a note; methodical, precise, always deeming ultimate authority over his instrument. his operating table.
bassist!law who complains every time you're off tempo.
bassist!law who ego-checks you every time you add a little bit of your own personal flair into a song that doesn't fit how it was recorded.
bassist!law who has no problem going fill-for-riff with you during live shows every now and then.
bassist!law whose finally had enough from you going off tempo and doing your own thing during practices and performances. he finally decides he needs to do something about your obnoxious mouth telling him he needs to 'catch up' and 'keep up' with you. that it's merely a 'skill issue'.
bassist!law who finds you after a gig at a dark, sleazy nightclub. he shoves your shoulder instead of calling your name. basic respect for his band mate far beyond him right now. you turn back with furrowed brows and hands gestured in confusion, even more so with who was responsible for the action. "what the fuck?" you bark. oh and how he bites back. throwing brutal, abrasive insults at you. telling you to 'know your place'. telling you how you don't rule the world. how shit your parts and fills would sound without him. how you need to learn some basic respect. how you're nothing without him.
bassist!law that doesn't even let a single word you say get through his head. he's simply too frustrated by your cockiness to care about what you have to say. it's not even bickering at this point. the two of you aren't exchanging words, you're ruthlessly berating each other. law's larger, muscular frame is getting closer and closer to yours until your back hits the cold, solid wall behind you with a thud. you're both breathing heavily. you're inhaling his exhales. he does the same. hot breaths landing far too close to your face.
bassist!law who isn't finished. he cages you between the wall with one of his forearms. thick and heavy, just as a bassist would have to perform the absolutely nastiest, dirtiest, deepest basslines; as he does. he doesn't gloss over how your eyes examine his arms briefly. the black sleeveless shirt he was sporting didn't make it any easier for you not to. nonetheless, he's still speaking with the same amount of vigor and disdain.
bassist!law whose never been known to be one to back down. who especially doesn't back down when you grab locks of his disheveled hair and face to abruptly to kiss him. is it even a kiss? or is it just a sloppy, open-mouthed exchange of saliva. you try to use the force of your body to turn him over on the wall adjacent to you but he's quick to attach a firm hand on your waist, locking you tightly in place.
bassist!law who hunches over you and leans into your lower-body with his, forcing a knee in between your legs. he groans at the firm tug of your hand on the roots of his hair as you lift him off your lips. it wasn't an easy feat. you had to practically rip him off you. he looks down at you through thin slits of his slanted, hooded eyes. you catch your breath, "wanna show me where my place is, surgeon?"
bassist!law who is absolutely delighted to show you how deep bassists truly do it. who is just buzzing with eager carnality at the thought of showing you how much a little drummer like you needs their bassist. until you forget how much of an ego you had before from going dumb on his cock.
a/n ⋮ soz guys can u tell i'm a bass player who gets pissed off by cocky drummers gulp. mayb i will write a pt. 2 with actual substance . . smirks and scratches head.
anyways la la la listen to crushcrushcrush by paramore andddd white hot by loathe that's what inspired this \(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
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♡ ྀི꒱ᩙ ࣪ ׅ ⊹ kento covers himself while eating u out !
kento is the biggest munch you've ever been with! he'll eat it for breakfast, lunch, & dinner if he could(and trust me, he absolutely tries to !)
but there's one little peculiar thing he always does . .
he always covers himself with a blanket over him while his face is buried deep in your sweet core. when he did it the first time you two ever got intimate, you just thought it was something he did out of respect for you and you wouldn't put it past him to do something like that so you let it be.
as time went on though, he continued doing this and so you couldn't help wonder why. so today you decide to find out just that.
while he's ever so sweetly lapping at your slicked folds, you very slowly lift up the blanket and peek in to see your beloved. he doesn't seem to notice at first since you're still letting out those cute whimpers of yours. but then, he soon hears a soft giggle from you and that makes his eyes shoot up to look at you.
and gosh, he looks so goddamn cute & sexy at the same time — so greedily suckling on your puffy clit and stretching you out with those thick fingers of his, it's like he's completely lost in the moment. then . . his eyes flit up to meet yours whose peaking so adorably with that pretty smile on your face.
kento stops like he'd just been caught doing something naughty(technically he had been!)and then his entire face flushes a shade of pink, smushing his cheek to your inner thigh. you'd never seen him get flustered like this & you genuinely feel your heart do flips at how cute he looks.
"honey . ." he mutters, squishing his face even more into the plush of your thighs. ". . what are you doing?"
"just looking at my lovely boyfriend." you muse, running your fingers through his hair. "because he's always hiding himself when he's eating me out."
the flush on his face gets darker as he lets out a tiny groan, embarrassed & bashful. ". . i just get shy about it, sweetheart. i don't know why but i just do."
your heart flutters at his adorable admission, and with that, you lower the blanket back down & you can hear kento hum in delight as he dives right back in to devouring you ❤︎ !
ꫂ᭪݁ random things husband!nanami does that you find attractive
content warnings. dadamin 👅, dilf!nanami (aura wise), modern!au duh, reader is pretty weird but arent we all?, reader is referred to as ( darling, sweetheart, angel ), not proofread we die like satoru gojo, you both have a cat, suggestive
author’s note. thank you all for 300 followers ♥︎ i wouldn’t have done this without any of you or your support
EXHIBITION (A): COOKING @ 8:48AM
it was yet another morning in the nanami household. like clockwork, kento woke up early and fed your cat, jazz. his pyjama pants were resting low on his waist, scratches all over his back from last night’s, er.... shenanigans.
he whipped out a pan from the oven and placed it on the stove top, meaning to make pancakes. just as he was pouring the mixture into the oiled pan, he heard your feet padding down the stairs, “good morning, sweetheart,” he said in that raspy, deep voice of his.
you had to bite back a moan, seriously.
i mean, the sight in front of you first thing in the morning was enough to warrant a moan, an orgasm even. your hot husband standing, cooking for you, broad back flexing, sun shining down at him highlighting his features, making him look like an angel in his grey sweatpants glory, finally wearing something that wasn’t his three-piece suit.
nanami’s voice snapped you out of your daze, “darling, are you alright?”
“pshhtttt, why wouldn’t i be alright?” you threw your hand in front of you awkwardly. nanami hums, “i don’t know, you zoned out there for a moment.”
you scoff in response, “what, so i can’t admire my husband nowadays?”
he chuckles, “i didn’t say that, sweetheart.”
the moment is cut at the feeling of a cat nuzzling against your legs. you bend down to pick up the cat in front of you, “good morning, baby” you say in a high-pitched voice and jazz just meows in response. because, believe it or not, that’s what they do.
then you put jazz down and go love on your husband a little bit.
you hug his side and pepper kisses his cheek before trailing down to his neck, sucking some spots there.
yeah, nanami knows that you’re clingy but not to this point. but he chooses not to question it further and soakes in the love you’re showering him with instead.
EXHIBITION (B): DRIVING @ 1:12PM
since it’s a weekend, you both figured it would be nice to go to the beach.
you pack all the things you need and place them in the trunk. you wore a pair of meduim-rise shorts and a cape top underneath your two-piece set. meanwhile, nanami just wore a tshirt over his swimming trunks.
the sun formed a halo around the both of you, making you look like angels.
the car speakers that were connected to your phone were blasting every summertime by niki, perfectly setting that summer vibe.
on a normal day, you would be singing along (loudly and totally off key) to whatever was playing or taking some scenery pictures with you and nanami’s shared camera that you decided to buy even if you’re mostly the one who uses it.
but today is different and somehow just like any other day.
you always stare at nanami when he drives because he just looks so hot doing the most mundane stuff. although today, he just stood out with how the sun was shining over him.
“you’re staring, sweetheart,” nanami breaks the silence glancing briefly at you then returns his attention back to the road.
“i can’t help it, you just look so... scrumptious” you admit shamelessly.
he fucking chuckles and you think it’s the sexiest sound you’ve ever heard despite hearing it many, many times.
you just keep staring in awe, jaw slack. until he utters:
“i can just pull over, you know.”
he’s mostly teasing you and you know he’s just teasing so the next right thing to do is... tease him back, “don’t tempt me with a good time, mr. nanami.”
he chuckles and you both fall back into comfortable silence.
EXHIBITION (C): PUTTING STUFF TOGETHER @ 5:02PM
you both read so often and own so many books you didn’t realise that it was growing ever so rapidly.
that’s led to now: you were leaning on the wall in front of your husband who was currently sprawled on the ground putting together your second bookshelf.
but that’s not the point.
you were biting your lips so much you could almost feel the metallic taste of blood.
why is that?
well, while your dear darling husband was screwing in the screw, the veins on his forearms were bulging and what a sight it was.
to say you were mesmerised would be an understatement.
you genuinely felt like you were gonna pounce at him in any moment.
he turned to see you blantly staring at his forearms and smirked, “like what you see, darling?”
hearing his voice snapped you out of your daze, “you’re just seeing things, ken.”
kento chuckles and replies: “keep staring, sweetheart,” he glances at you, still smirking.
you felt your face flushes even more at his comment. screw you, nanami kento!!!!
EXHIBITION (D): READING @ 9:20PM
you’re tapping the moisturiser into your face and kento is just taking his supplements.
he settles into bed and you follow after wrapping your hair in the bonnet. he wraps his arm around your waist while picking up the book he was reading earlier that day to do what he loves doing most in his free time (other than enjoying your company): read.
jazz climbs up onto the bed and nuzzling into your lap. “hi, baby!!!! you wanna sleep with mama and papa?” you spoke in that high-pitched voice you always use with cats and kids.
the cat in your lap just purrs contently and nuzzles himself deeper into your lap.
but your attention got redirected to something else.
your attention is now on the man sitting next to you, peacefully reading. you decide that his peace isn’t gonna last long.
“ken, has anyone ever told you how handsome you look while reading?” you ask him while grinning like a fool in love (you are).
“no one except you, darling,” he says calmly.
“mmm, maybe i should tell you more often,” you hum sleepily before laying down, drifting off to dreamland.
he kisses your head and murmurs “goodnight, my love.”
i couldn't find your request rules so i hope this jives with you. If not please ignore lol
Could i request something house husband Nanami x breadwinner reader? Hes amways going on about how he hates working i wonder if nanami would be happier as a stay at home husband cooking and cleaning?
tfw i come home after my 9-5 and find the house perfectly tended to, a hot meal is on the stove, and my husband has a bath already running for me oh i love this idea anon
let this man be happy ! #HappyWifeHappyLife i will indeed be writing this our kento deserves the world
“he’s not your son.” sukuna gruffs out, almost mad at the attention you were giving his nephew—attention that you could’ve been giving him.
all the sugary cookies stuffed with chocolates seemed to be stashed away for yuji now, with you hiding them in jars far, far from sukuna’s reach. he always complained about you making him lose his ‘gains’ or whatever the hell that was supposed to mean.
but now, you had a baby with a sweet tooth more than willing to indulge in every sugary concoction you seemed to cook up, every ridiculous dish lathered up in butter and spices and yuji always seemed more than happy to comply.
he was getting a little chubby though, his cheeks rounder, his arms a lot pudgier and gods it just made you wanna keep him in your pockets and hide him away from everyone.
sukuna on the other hand, was fuming. you used to bother him with your stupid experimental dishes, you used to overfeed him until his abs were softening, and now here you were cooing at yuji before giving yuji a spoonful of your curry while yuji babbled.
“y…yummy!!” he squealed while you fed him the rest of the curry, while sukuna pouted in the corner.
“am i invisible in my own house?”
“don’t pout, kuna i make enough food for everyone.”
“yeah, but you don’t feed me.” he was still pouting, his lips jutting out while he looked away from you dramatically, his arms crossed before him.
you moved in front of him, a spoonful of a piping hot curry in hand, slowly bringing it to his lips while sukuna’s pout slowly melted away.
his face began to flush almost immediately, his tastebuds aflame—he almost forgot how much chilli you put in post of your dishes, the spices clouding him while his face went beet red.
yuji was giggling like a menace, his little cheeks puffed out while his big, scary uncle struggled to swallow the curry.
“too spicy?” you giggled staring at yuji while you both laughed at sukuna’s little predicament.
“how did the brat eat this just fine?”
“well, he’s used to my cooking now.”
“…give me that spoon.”
“as long as you don’t burn the roof of your mouth.” you giggled handing over a bowl of curry over a bed of piping hot rice over to him.
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has anyone perchance ever pondered the thought of medical malpractice freak4freak (non-sexual) law? like reader needs treatment for xyz and law is absolutely enamored, but not in a way that's quite romantic. his lust is beyond just the physical there's something about this patient that's captivated him. he can't let them go. law does anything in his power to keep them near him. monitoring them. remaining forever vulnerable, too sacred to simply discard.
but, reader is fully aware their treatment is over and that their medication has been switched to something else. they don't question the weekly injection visits from doctor trafalgar. they don't wonder why it's been months and they've never been discharged. oh how law insists he knows best, he's a doctor after all. doctor's help people. the predatory aspect of his behavior is like a drug and they never want to get rid of that high. being watched tended to. taken care of. treated like a frail animal who could drop at any second. to be loved is to be changed, truly.
hii ! i don’t know if you do modern aus but i’d love asking for one;
law x jpopsinger!femreader (shes very very famous). hes seriously the most pathetic and awkward fanboy to ever exist and corazon teases him all the time because of it, even worse than him in canon with Stealth Black 😭😭
when law gets lucky to finally attend to a fansign and meet his lovely idol, he really thought he could be cool and nonchalant but as soon law starts talking; he starts stuttering getting all nervous, blushing and averting his eyes.
reader thinks law is the CUTEST thing to ever exist, she also thinks hes the most handsome guy she ever laid eyes on.
(i’d love seeing things like reader holding law's hand at the fansign making him incredibly flustered or reader teasing him to oblivion. more especially, corazon & law family crumbs lololol ♡)
oh . . . my god . . .
your mind. your freaking mind.
i absolutely love modern au law, i in fact prefer writing that as opposed to in-canon universe stuff (not a big fan). but i love [pathetic] fanboy law even more ! i think i will have to put this req @ the very top of my priority thank u anonie angel this is perfect.
i actually think i might turn this into a full fic. crying emoji i just need to flesh out the plot guh.
truth be told i'm a little chud who yumeships w/ law and i have several drafts sitting in my computer that i just edit my name out of & change to second person pronouns then upload. gulp. if reader is too personalized and ooc for you . . . that is why soz angels
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stop it !!! you don't understand how much this means to me > < you're so sweet i'm trying so hard not to smile like an idiot right now at this cafe i'm in tysm
i'm so glad you enjoy my writing. i will die for my country trafalgistan ( ̄^ ̄)ゞ
And when I say all the time, I mean all. The. Fucking. Time.
You asked him something? He will hum before answering
He didn't like something? He will hum disapprovingly
He's surprised? Curious hum
He found something he liked? Happy hum
He's flustered? Nervous hum
Sometimes it seemed like he simply didn't want to open his mouth. Specially in the mornings or right after he woke up, almost 90% non-verbal. Just hums.
"Captain, do you prefer to mislead the marines going to A island or B island?"
"Hm"
"...A or B, Captain?"
"Hm."
"Captain, it's not a yes or no question. A or B??"
"Hmm."
"Captain we're gonna die"
"Mhmm"
And not only that, Law has a very specific hum for when he wants something
Because Law being Law doesn't simply tell people what he wants.
You have to figure it out somehow. And you need to figured out, or else Law will sulk all day and make it everyone's problem
Could be the most calm and enjoyable day. Everyone doing their respective chores around the ship and he would just:
"Hmph"
Everyone would freeze and look at each other.
Shachi carrying supplies would slip on the wet floor Penguin was moping, and Bepo would shiver on the spot
"...did you hear that?" Someone whispered
"Hmph."
Chaos
"Maybe he's hungry??" Penguin said, reaching to the kitchen and starting to prepare food rushedly
A plate of onigiris later Law let out a heavy sigh, sulking.
"Did someone stain one of his books?!" Ikkaku exclaimed, running towards his office
All books checked later, no stains
"Bepo, did you wash his clothes?!" Shachi checked the laundry
Wearing a soft and clean hoodie later, Law crossed his arms over his chest and sighed heavily again. No success
Everyone started to panic
When you arrived the scene, they were almost sacrificing Penguin just so Law could have fun operating him, and Law remained seated on the couch with his arms crossed, looking bored.
"...what in the world are you guys doing?" You asked confused
But when Law saw you, his gaze softened. Then he quickly turned his face away and: "Hmph."
Loud and clear.
Suddenly there was four people shoving you on Law
"Wha- hey! Hold on!" You landed on top of Law, who grumbled a weak complaint
"Get off me" he said, but he didn't push you away
Everyone left the room without another word, spying on you two through the slightly ajar door.
You felt Law's hands on your waist, holding you in place despite his words
Then you looked down at him and his stupid puppy eyes
"Sulking again, you spoiled brat?" You murmured with a sigh, settling on his lap
"I don't know what you're talking about" he shrugged with a little smug on his face. He buried his face on your chest, sighing softly as if his loud mind finally found a place to rest peacefully.
"You really need to improve your communication skills" you huffed softly, your hands gently carding through his hair
He nuzzled your neck, inhaling your scent deeply before gently biting your pulse point
He could feel your heartbeat pound faster, your blood rushing through your veins like fervent currents
That was the moment the crew abruptly decided to go for a walk and hope for the best
With a groan, you framed Law's face with your hands and pushed it away softly
"So that's what you want, huh? Bad captain" you scolded him affectionately, kissing his lips gently
You couldn't resist to his charm when he was like this.
"Don't reward me for doing something bad, or else I'll learn to keep doing it" he murmured between your lips, nuzzling his nose against yours
You just huffed a chuckle, surrending to the Surgeon of Death's whims
After that day, you learned that specific hum, allowing you to act before the whole crew started a cult just to see their captain happy
Law would be having breakfast calmly
Then he would look up from his plate
Cross his arms over his chest and...
"Hm–"
You appear right behind him and kiss his cheek before he could even finish his sulking
And then the world wouldn't collapse and the Surgeon of Death would get back to whatever he was doing.
And maybe he would hum again later just to tease you.