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c & w: 1.9k / sfw / drabble / substance usage implied / pining / hints of possessive! choso.. / unresolved feelings / yuuji mentioned 

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." 

…

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.

♡ ྀི꒱ᩙ ࣪   ׅ   ⊹ 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 ❤︎ !

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.

“he’s getting fat.”

“gasp!! how dare you—that is my SON.”

“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.

“no wonder he’s fattened up, you’re overfeeding him.”

“just admit you have a worse spice tolerance than a four year old, ryo.”

aight. another reupload hellaur. @yoonsucks @yorikae @sugusplaything

dividers: @/pixopix .

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.