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can you share link of “picnic day” with kento please? Idk if it’s just me but i cant click any of the links. Idk what’s wrong unless you deleted them.

hello anon! the problem should be fixed now. sorry my masterlist is really out of date.

“o-oh god.” he moaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck. his thrusts were getting sloppier by the minute—he was so lost in the feeling of your warm cunt wrapped around him that his mind started to go hazy.

 both of his hands were placed at either side of your head, needily gripping on the sheets. you could clearly hear his moaning and panting—signs of him simply enjoying this moment. 

“you’re so fucking beautiful, love.” he panted, as he pulled you in for a kiss, still rocking his hips through the moment. he was needy. ever since you came home from work, he pounced on you like a cat pouncing on a feather toy. he marked your body up and down, suckling on your skin to give him satisfaction and pleasure. 

he gripped your hips tightly, that it might leave a bruise, as he continued to piston his cock through your walls at a slow and agonizing speed—relishing every single centimeter of you. 

he started to speed up his thrusts, using one hand to hold yours and the other on your waist. “g-god. oh god.” he moaned out, diving in for a kiss. 

all of his moans and pants drowned into your mouth. spit and drool were escaping from both of you as he continued his final assault on your pussy. 

his breath, so hot that it could melt ice alone, was fanning over your collarbone. he let out those final thrusts before shamelessly cumming inside of you. his cock plugged in all of the cum, not leaving an exit for it to leak through. 

“l-let . . . let me stay inside of you, pretty.” he requested, as he moved into a more comfortable position. “yeah?” you asked. he nodded his head as he rested it on your chest. 

he listened to the soft, calming heartbeat that kept you alive every single day for him. he loves you so much he can’t possibly put it into words. 

only actions will suffice his extreme admiration for you.

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🔍︎ — kishibe ✰ fem!reader

♯ — you and kishibe decide to go look for a furry companion.

∎ — 0.7k ✰ fluff

ⅲ — uhhhhhh, meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow. happy new year (eve) for some of yall.

the faint scent of whiskey, extinguished cigarettes, and kishibe’s scent lingered in your shared bed. he had disappeared unnoticed once again, and once again he had fixed you breakfast to go along with your day. 

of course, his devil hunting job was overwhelming for him—and yourself because of his lack of presence—but he would always find a way to make you feel at home. 

you started to feel a growth in your heart whenever kishibe is not around. a horrible growth, a growth that kept getting worse and worse the more hours he was away from you. you clenched your fork as you continued to eat your breakfast, unbeknownst to you that he had arrived early. 

kishibe would usually spend his late nights drinking out with his comrades after a job well done—or just to relieve some of the stress he had recently encountered. seeing him in front of the apartment door lit up your eyes to the point where you thought you were in a mere fairy tale. 

“you’re home early.” you said, as you walked closer to kishibe, inhaling his deep musky scent of alcohol and the scent of a devil’s blood. he let out a deep ‘yeah’ as he embraced your warm embrace. 

in this moment, it was like neither of you wanted to let go of each other. in this moment, the moment that was rare for the both of you, you two had fully acknowledged each other’s presence. 

“sorry,” kishibe started, rubbing your back with his unoccupied hand that wasn’t stuffed in his coat pocket. you peered up at him, still nudging your head further into his chest, embracing the warmth that he had to offer. “sorry?” you questioned, still looking at his tiring eyes. 

“sorry for not being here . . . with you.” you pouted and averted your eyes away from him. “it’s lonely without you, y’know?” he mumbled an ‘mhm’ in response, resting his head on top of yours. “i can try to fix that loneliness.” kishibe muttered, reaching inside of his coat. 

you backed away from him to see what he was trying to present to you. he pulled out an index shaped card and flipped it to show the contents. “adoption?” you questioned, thoroughly examining the card. 

“there’s a little adoption center up the street,” he began. “i thought you might want a little companion while i’m gone for long periods of time.” your eyes began to fade into a pit of darkness. you didn’t want a replacement for him while kishibe’s gone. you wanted him in general. but, you know he’s just trying to help you the best way he can. so you had to accept his offer. 

“okay,” you said. “just know that i love you, okay?” kishibe mumbled, “i love you too.” before kissing you on your cheek—the scar on his left cheek briefly brushing against your own. 

the smell of the adoption center was very overwhelming. smells of fur and saliva overturned the cogs in your brain. kishibe chuckled at your little attempts to briefly fan the smell away as he handed you a handkerchief to cover your nose with. 

as the smell died down, you two finally examined all the want-to-be-adopted animals in the shelter. it ranged from cats to dogs to iguanas to snakes to bearded dragons. you two explored the endless categories of animals until you landed on one particular species. 

“i like that one.” kishibe said, pointing to the tuxedo cat that was peacefully sleeping in the cat house. “me too, but i also like that one.” you stated, pointing at the calico cat that had orange, white, and brown fur. you two stayed in the cat section until you finally picked the tuxedo cat to come home with the both of you. 

you decided to drive home because kishibe was heavily intoxicated because of his secret stash of whiskey hidden beyond his coat. you smiled as the tuxedo cat nuzzled closer to kishibe and started making biscuits on his perfectly black coat. he groaned when his claws went too far into the fabric, slightly puncturing his skin, but he didn’t mind. after all, kishibe loved cats. and so did you. 

“well,” kishibe groaned. “you have a little companion to keep you company now.” he slurred. “y’happy?” 

you fixated your eyes on the road, “i was already happy when you came into my life, kishibe.” kishibe smiled, the scar on his cheek tugging up along with his grin. “love you so much.” he said, before drifting off to sleep. “love you too, kishibe. i always will.”  

2022 © originally posted by @kentofication. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

🔍︎ — satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro ✰ fem!reader (all separately).

♯ — what you get them for christmas.

∎ — 0.3k ✰ fluff

ⅲ — BOOM BOOM GLACK. HAPPY CHRISTMAS (EVE) EVERYONE!

✰ satoru gojo: chocolate. gojo is really big on sweets. you see him gnawing on a lollipop or a chocolate bar here and there—and you see him pout when his candy supply runs low. so, you decided, this christmas you were going to give him a heart shaped like a chocolate. sure, it would be gone in a matter of minutes (probably seconds), but seeing his eyes light up when you handed him the gift was so worth it. 

✰ suguru geto: 64-pack of hair ties. geto loses his hair ties frequently, begging you to let him use yours on days end. that’s why this christmas, you decided to give him at least a month's worth of hair ties. even though he enjoys using your personal ones, he is very thankful that you gave him a limited supply of hair ties. he would give you a small smile as he accepts the offering.

✰ kento nanami: books. you know kento is a big reader. in his free time, you often see him lounging on the couch reading a book that he deeply enjoys. his coffee in his right hand and his book in his left. kento has been looking a little dull lately ever since he finished all his books. so this year, you decided to give him enough books to last him until he goes into his dull state again. he gives you a soft smile and embraces you into a hug.

✰ toji fushiguro: a 12-pack case of beer.

i know it sounds really off for a christmas present, but i feel like he would be really happy with it. he would just scan the package and wonder what's inside of it. once he opens it, it finally reveals the prize. he would kiss you on your forehead and say, “you know me so well.” 

2022 © originally posted by @kentofication. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

🔍︎ — satoru gojo ✰ fem!reader

♯ — you and satoru having matching pajamas.

∎ — 0.4k ✰ fluff

ⅲ — i am not really good in the partaking of writing about the gojo satoru, so i gave it a second shot. uhhh alll i wantttttt for christmassssssss issssssss youuuuuuuuuu.

“a week until christmas.” you said to yourself, putting up the holiday decorations around your shared home. the interior of the house was already looking festive—courtesy for you and your boyfriend, gojo, helping you out. 

“well, good morning, beautiful.” your boyfriend said, coming out of your shared bedroom after his afternoon nap. “good afternoon, gojo.” you said, correcting him as you brung him in for a kiss. his crystal eyes stared at you, so intimidatingly, but with love all at once. he cherished you and you knew it. it was like every day he was falling in love with you over and over again. he would look at you with admiration, and here and there, his heart would skip a beat. 

you were snapped out of your trance with a simple kiss on your temple. “these decorations look wonderful, baby.” he said, landing another kiss on your left cheek. “thank you, gojo. well, we did it together after all.” gojo hummed at your sentence as he continued to gaze at the christmas decorations: the little snowman that swung from the door, the christmas tree with christmas lights hung around it, the little elves on the shelves, and tiny little ornaments hanging from different places around the house. 

the scenery was amazing, just right for christmas. the silence was broken by a comment from gojo. “i couldn’t help but notice that you have the exact same pajamas i have on, sweetheart.” he was fiddling with your hair as he let out that sentence. 

you smiled as a certain heat started to creep up into your cheeks, making your upper half feel all fuzzy and hot. “w-well gojo . . .” you managed to stutter out. “since it’s almost christmas, i decided we could get into the christmas spirit. as one, y’know?” gojo hummed again, taking in the dialogue that just exited your mouth. 

“and by one, you mean, as a couple?” gojo asked, intertwining his hand into yours. “of course i do, ‘toru. who else would i want to spend my holidays with?” gojo rubbed your hand in soothing patterns, “i’on know, your parents, probably?” you giggled, “well, of course i would silly! but, i would spend the majority of the holidays with you.” you swore you heard gojo’s eyes light up.

his hand shifted a bit in yours—as a matter of fact, his whole body shifted. “r-really?” he muttered out, rubbing his thumb against the front of your hand. “of course, silly! we are one. are we not?” gojo smiled at your little comment as crystalline eyes stared you up and down. “of course, baby. we were meant for each other.” you both exchanged gazes as his eyes drooped down to your figure. 

“those clothes really fit you. i like it.” you smiled at his comment—he smiled back, eyeing you up and down when you weren’t looking. 

you both took a moment to admire the christmas decorations once again, before you both departed to your shared bed. 

2022 © originally posted by @kentofication. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

🔍︎ — gin gagamaru ✰ fem!reader

♯ — stealing gagamaru's hoodie(s).

∎ — 0.5k ✰ fluff

ⅲ — i watched all of blue lock in one day yesterday so i dont know if i got this correct. uhhhhhh oh the weather outside is frightful. please enjoy reading.

you ruffled under the bed sheets and multiple blankets piled on top of you, snuggled up in the borrowed (stolen) hoodie you got from gagamaru’s closet. you heard the nearby shuffling of him nearby, so you shielded yourself with the blankets, knowing he was looking for the exact same hoodie you borrowed from him. 

the curses were getting louder and louder, he finally got to his destination. you know it wasn’t a really good hiding place, but you had to make it work for now. “y/n?” you could hear the muffled sounds of gagamaru’s deep voice echoing from the hallways. you let out a little giggle, but put your hand over your mouth to suppress the noise. 

“sweetheart, is that you?” he questioned, as he walked further to the area where the noise was coming from. you could hear his footsteps getting louder and louder. the sound of him frequently rustling around nearby closets or underneath piled up objects. until he found you. he snatched the blankets off of you to reveal your evil deed. 

“oh . . .” gagamaru said, gazing upon your figure. his hoodie just fit so well on you, almost like a second blanket. gagamaru’s eyes widened when he saw his missing article of clothing planted on his lover's body. “found it.” he said, while grabbing the material off of you. 

you two struggled for a little bit—mostly you because gagamaru was so strong. “stop it, maru!” you said, trying to kick him off the bed. a smile was plastered on his face during the battle for his hoodie. he needed it desperately, he claimed, but you just wouldn’t give it up. “baby, i don’t wanna have to resort to more . . . violent methods.” gagamaru said, looking up at you with his bug-like eyes. 

you gulped at how serious he was, that stupid smile still on his handsome face. you ignored the sentence nevertheless, and kept on defending your right to have his hoodie. 

he huffed and started to crack his fingers. your eyes widened at his actions and started to hide under the blankets, already knowing what's going to happen. 

he started his assault. 

gagamaru’s assault. 

the tickle assault. 

you couldn’t escape from his grasp now. not when he was repeatedly putting his fingers to work, making you laugh uncontrollably. “okay! okay! okay! maru! i’ll give it back!” you said in between laughs, trying to push gagamaru off at the same time. 

“promise?” he questioned. you looked him in his eyes, “i promise.” he smiled as he saw you slipping off his hoodie. he was so relieved, after all that work, he finally got what he wanted. you gave him his hoodie as you smothered yourself under the blankets yet again. 

just as he was beginning to leave, he began to sense something else missing. something missing from his catalog. he looked back at you to see you had his blue hoodie on. 

you two exchanged glances as you quickly hid underneath the blankets before he got to his destination. his speed was just too much for you. 

“you little . . .” gagamaru said playfully as he began his assault. the tickle assault.

2022 © originally posted by @kentofication. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

🔍︎ — choso kamo ✰ fem!reader

♯ — cockwarming choso while he plays his video games.

∎ — 0.7k ✰ smut/fluff (sexual interaction, cockwarming, vaginal penetration, pet names, consensual).

ⅲ — its beginning to look a lot like christmas.

choso was a gamer. he played his video games on a regular basis, taking time off to spend with you and also to spend time with his friends virtually. 

choso was always really focused on his games before he met you. even though he’s still like that, he takes time off to spend time with his love—which would be you. 

it was nighttime during a nice saturday. you were sitting on the nice comforted sofa watching a thriller movie when you heard the sounds of frustrated groans coming from your boyfriend’s room. you continued to ignore it, because of how often he makes those sounds whilst losing a match, while you continue to watch your movie. 

approximately five minutes later, you get a text from choso. 

“come here” it read. you gulped, apparently he was not in a good mood. he would usually send you texts saying “love, would you please come here” or something of that sort. but right now, he was armed and dangerous. he was in a really sour mood. 

you turned off your phone and headed to the room where choso lurked. he glanced at you with his plum-colored eyes as he patted his thigh, signaling for you to come and sit. you obliged, sitting on choso’s lap while he fixated the controller in his hand and began to continue playing. 

his fingers continuously moved on the buttons, controlling the direction the character moves and what actions the character performed. you sat there, just looking at his fingers dance across the display of buttons. you unconsciously started to twiddle with your fingers: choso didn’t notice this since he was too focused on his game. 

once you finally caught onto what you were doing, the screen turned red. 

choso lost once again. 

he let out a thread of curse words left and right, bouncing off the walls and getting absorbed by the couch that sat directly behind him. “choso,” you whisper. “it’s okay, it’s just a game.” choso gazed as you—more like side-eyeing. you knew how serious he took his video games. 

“i know.” he managed to mumble out, wrapping his hands around your waist and burying his face into your neck. you giggled at his ministrations. 

“so, why did you tell me to come?” choso sighed, “missed you. plus this game is making me pretty pissed.” you giggled yet again at his statement, seeing your boyfriend make a slight frown. “what can i do to make you un-pissed?” you questioned while still in the midst of laughing. 

choso looked serious this time, but at that same time, his eyes were filled with lust. that sentence ignited a fire inside of his that needed to be put out immediately—but it stayed burning. “sit on it.” he commanded. it wasn’t a mere statement or question, it sounded like he wanted it to be done. “it?” you questioned. “sit on my cock. be a good girl f’me, yeah?” you gulped and began to shift over enough to pull choso’s pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh. he groaned at the action as his thumb slightly slid off of the base of the controller. his plum-like eyes were staring holes into you without even knowing. a grin started to plaster on his face as you watched his tip quickly meet his stomach. 

choso placed the controller down on the stand as he took two of his fingers and quickly swiped your folds. “mmm, wet for me already? i haven’t even started.” choso chuckled after the sentence as he slowly slid you down on his cock. “you aren’t wearing anything underneath either. you dirty, dirty girl.” choso cooed. you moaned as the sudden movement, but after awhile you were successfully planted on his dick. 

he kissed your temple to help distract you from the pain and began to run soothing circles around your thighs. “shh, it’s okay baby. you did amazing. now just sit here and stay quiet, m’kay?” he asked. you nodded your head, complying to his statement while he continued to play his game. 

you clenched here and there causing choso to make little grunts and groans here and there as well. you were uncomfortable so you shifted to a more decent position. choso unexpectedly let out a short loud groan. “y-you okay?” you stuttered saying, proof that you were being filled to the brim by choso’s cock. he shook his head and continued playing as you sat there in silence, slowly falling asleep on his dick. 

from there on, choso was winning matches left and right.

2022 © originally posted by @kentofication. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

🔍︎ — suguru geto ✰ fem!reader

♯ — geto warming you up on a cold day.

∎ — 0.2k ✰ fluff (minor cursing).

ⅲ — when its cold outside and you go outside and its cold.

"cold?" suguru questioned as he was coming down from the stairs to see your shivering form on the couch binge watching some netflix documentary show. you nodded slowly, the coldness enveloping your body like a winter casket. 

suguru ventured back up to the stairs and grabbed two blankets instead of one, knowing just one wouldn’t cut it. 

"baby," you said. "you didn't have to get another one for me. we could've just shared it." suguru tsked at your little remark and wrapped the blanket around your shoulders to cover your whole body. "c'mere and stop complaining." suguru demanded, you landing on his chest whilst him placing kisses on your face and neck.

"you're so pretty even when you're about to get frostbite." he said, throwing his arms around your body, enveloping you in his warmth. you let out a soft hum—that was meant to be a giggle—as you silently began to sink into unconsciousness. 

"you're not going to finish your documentary, love? i thought you loved the part where they interview the suspect." suguru questioned, knowing damn well you weren't going to answer. 

silent snores could be heard emitting from your own body. suguru smiled as he placed one more kiss on your cheek—a special goodnight kiss just for you and you only. 

"goodnight, my love." suguru said as he also began to drift into a state of unconsciousness.

2022 © originally posted by @kentofication. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

Hi! I’m not sure if it’s just me but when I go to read your most recent yuta x reader it just appears as blank

hello anon! the problem should be fixed now. my apologies for the minor inconvenience.

🔍︎ — yuuta okkotsu ✰ fem!reader

♯ — falling asleep on yuuta's back.

∎ — 0.5k ✰ fluff (pinch of intimacy offerings).

ⅲ — i love yuuta. please enjoy!

the frequent footsteps growing closer to you shook you out of your reading pace. you look behind you to see yuuta's pretty face gazing at you, with a smile plastering his face. you couldn't help but smile also, he looked so damn adorable. 

"good morning, dandelion." he said, giving you a kiss on the cheek as you hummed at the pet name. "what are you doing up so early?" 

your eyes widened as you looked at the clock placed directly to the left of you. a chuckle left your throat, "reading. couldn't sleep." yuuta's facial expression changed. he didn't like it when you couldn't get enough sleep. 

"want me to help you? we can snuggle while watching a movie. or . . ." as he paused on his sentence he moved his eye to wink twice. you covered your face up with the book, embarrassed at what stunt he just pulled. "yuuta, you horny bastard." he giggled at the title you gave him. 

"we could go to this flower field i found yesterday." he said, pulling out his phone and showing you pictures of the amazing view he saw yesterday. your eyes grew wide as you smiled at each and one of the photos. "wow, where were you yesterday?" you questioned, wondering how he came upon this creation by god. "just happened to stumble upon it." 

you stood up from the couch as you quickly rushed upstairs to get changed into some warm attire to go visit the creation. yuuta was surprised at how you got ready at such speed. 

"ready?" he questioned, intertwining his hand within yours. you nodded as you two began to walk to the destination where the field was located. 

it was a long walk—tiring at most—but yuuta's warm embrace kept you awake, aware that he was always there with you comforting you through the way. 

the sun was setting when you guys were nearly there. you complained about your feet—mostly your heels—so yuuta carried you the whole way. 

he felt you almost fall asleep on his back while attempting to keep yourself up. he felt you slither your hands farther across his neck for more support. he felt the kisses you would leave on his cheek here and there, and occasionally some left on his neck. until you slumped over, unconscious on his back. 

he looked back to see if you were okay, worried about the position and lack of response you were in. worried covered yuuta's face as he set you gently on the concrete. 

"hey," he said, gently brushing the excess hair out of your face and tapping your cheek to get a signal. "you still with me?" 

you murmured, brushing his hand away from your face in your sleepy state. yuuta smiled at your little action and lifted you back on his back. "well sleepy head, let's head back home. yeah?" he asked, not expecting an answer. instead, he received a gentle—slightly agitated—grumble from you. 

yuuta smiled at you. he smiled at everything you do. you just make him so happy. you make him fall in love with you again and again. you just make him so happy.

2022 © originally posted by @k-3nt0. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

🔍︎ — choso kamo ✰ fem!reader

♯ — choso spending too much time on his game.

∎ — 1k ✰ fluff & slight angst (mentions of intimacy & cursing).

ⅲ — i love choso so i decided to write this. please enjoy!

the sounds of your frustrated boyfriend emitted from your shared room. he was once—again—playing the same damn game for hours at a time. he's been lacking at giving you attention, and you're starting to feel distant from the relationship. 

a feeling deep inside of your heart is crumbling down to the bare bone to the point where you don't know what to feel anymore. as you stare away from afar—silently watching choso's fingers move against the various colored buttons on the controller—the pit in your heart starts getting colder and colder, breaking and breaking until there's nothing left but an empty, black void. 

he didn't even know that you were staring at him, nor did he notice your presence. his rgb headphones were placed over his head tightly, tight enough so he couldn't hear his surroundings. 

you watched as his digits moved quicker against the buttons, signaling that he was close to finishing the game. his fingers moving quickly reminded you of the previous, intimate moments the two of you had together during the times that he actually paid attention to you. now it's just "win this win that" all week long; all month long. 

"shit." that slur snapped you back into reality, finally hearing choso's voice after two hours of him focusing on the screen that was in front of him. he took his headphones off and hung them on the stand that was located on the desk. 

choso leaned back to the point where his back was on your shared mattress—it soaking up the scent of choso in remembrance. you shifted inside of your shared room as you looked at him with glossy eyes, those starting to dry. 

"hey baby," he said, as he got up from his previous position to look you in the eyes. those eyes, those damn eyes. eyes that have been burned a different shade of purple because of looking at that screen for hours at a day. those eyes who have all the emotions in them: sadness, happiness, lust, disgust, laughter. those eyes that have been ignoring your gaze for multiple weeks at end. those eyes; choso's eyes. 

"hey, what's the matter?" he asked, resting his elbows on his knees, not breaking eye contact with you. you snapped out of reality as you stared at his eyes. 

"n-nothing." you fiddled with your fingers attempting not to break down in tears right in front of him. choso huffed, "there is something wrong. you've been ignoring me ever since i bought this new setup." 

you thought to yourself, "no, you've been ignoring me ever since you got that new setup." you attempted to say a word, but it came out in broken syllables. it's come to a point where you can't even speak to your boyfriend without breaking down. cracks were building up in that dam you created in your heart, not wanting to tell choso the truth. 

"i-i have?" you questioned. "'m so sorry, choso."to be honest, it hurt when you said his name. it's come to the point where you don't even want to say his name anymore. 

suddenly, the feeling of warmth surrounded you. you felt like you were in hell, but more peacefully. it surrounded you, everywhere. every single atom in your body succumbed to the warmth that unreasonably came to you. 

"y/n, please, just tell me." choso gripped his arms around you tighter as you sobbed into his shirt. the same shirt that you used to wear to bed. the same shirt he fucked you in for multiple occasions. the same shirt that you washed and dried just for him (and you) to wear. "you, choso." you managed to mutter out into his shirt. "you are the matter." 

you started to fist his shirt—anger was taking control now. you felt choso's eyes widened as he looked at you. those eyes of his were now saddened, but slightly confused. 

"me?" he questioned himself, almost mockingly. "yes, you!" you exclaimed, punching him on his chest with intent to leave a bruise. "what have i done, sweetheart?" he asked, putting both of his large hands on your shoulders. 

you looked at him, those now dried eyes beginning to have a slight wetness to them. "ever since you bought that game, you've been ignoring me! you've been ignoring my cooking, my offerings, my love! everything!" you let all those feelings rush out at you all at once. choso took in what you said—like the good boyfriend he was aiming to be. 

"baby, why didn't you tell me sooner?" choso asked, caressing your cheek in his hand and rubbing the excess salty tears off your face. "y-you wouldn't listen to me sooner." choso sighed, "of course i would've. you could've just turned off my game and i would transfer all of my attention over to you." 

you gulped. 

you've seen how men (especially boys) act when their game gets turned off mid-round. you saw how angry they got and how their mood would change immediately. "it would be risky." you said. "risky?" he asked with a questionable expression. "how would that be risky, baby?" he asked yet again, looking at you with now confused eyes. 

you chuckled in your hand, "you would get all cranky 'n stuff." choso grinned, "cranky? me?" you two began laughing again, savoring the moment before his game automatically went to the title screen. 

"baby, i promise i won't make the same mistake again. if i do, i give you permission to slap me." you awed, "permission to slap the choso kamo?" you questioned. he nodded his head in confirmation as you giggled and ran away from his grasp. 

"dinner is ready! don’t be late mr. choso." you said as you ran down the stairs giggling all the way down. 

he sighed into his palm that was collectively held up by his knee as he sat down. he turned off his set up and closed the door to your shared room. 

"typical y/n." he murmured to himself as he made his way down to eat your delicious cooking.

2022 © originally posted by @k-3nt0. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

🔍︎ — kisame hoshigaki ✰ fem!reader

♯ — you accidentally cutting yourself on kisame's sword.

∎ — 0.3k ✰ fluff

ⅲ — been going into my kisame phase recently after i started shippuden, so i decided to write this. please enjoy!

"what the hell happened to your hand?" kisame growled as he leaned over your smaller figure to get a closer look at your seemingly damaged skin. you attempted to hide your slashed skin under the unraveled bandage, but it didn't help at all. 

kisame took your hand into his as he examined the small—but deep—puncture wounds located on the palm of your hand. "i-it was an accident, kisame." you murmured, avoiding eye contact from his shark-like eyes. 

kisame let out a low growl that was more like a huff, "it's okay darlin'. just explain to me what happened." you swallowed the lump in your throat and grew the balls to look him dead in the eye. 

you quickly pointed to his unraveled sword—some of the parts sticking out more vulnerable than the rest. 

"samehada?" he questioned, taking a long and evidential gaze at the enlarged sword. 

you nodded, shamelessly looking away. "why didn't you tell me, baby?" kisame asked, tilting your head up by the chin to meet his gaze. you played with your fingers nervously as you said, "y-you were gone and i just—" 

kisame wrapped his hands around your waist as you began to bury yourself in his chest. kisame gently played with your hair, carefully slithering his fingers through each individual strand of your hair. "shh, it's alright." he hummed, bringing his lips closer to your forehead to plant a kiss. 

"are you mad at me?" you asked, looking up at him with glossy eyes. he shook his head, "no no no, baby. why would i?" kisame said, looking at you lovingly. "w-well, cause, you know. i'm clumsy." 

kisame let out a low chuckle and placed another loving kiss on your forehead. "even though your clumsy, baby, i still love you." kisame placed another kiss on your forehead, then on your temple, cheek, and so on. "kisame!" you said playfully, trying to push him away. he chuckled as he backed off, taking your hand into his once more. "lemme patch ya up, yeah?" he offered. 

you nodded as you kissed kisame on the forehead the same he did to you.

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🔍︎ — hirofumi yoshida ✰ fem!reader

♯ — hirofumi receiving a little special gift from you.

∎ — 0.2k ✰ fluff

ⅲ — wrote this on my own free will. enjoy!

“this for me?” hirofumi asked, dangling the keychain with his middle finger watching it slowly repeat the motions: back and forth. 

you answered him with a small grin and an audible ‘mhm’ as you watched his ministrations on the keychain. he gently gazed at the tentacles that connected to the octopus, examining the object very closely and conspicuously. 

his eyes followed every move that the octopus connected to the keychain made. he never took his gaze off the object. to be honest, you found it frightening that he was so indulged in this animal object that you bought him when he got back from devil hunting. 

suddenly, the movement of the keychain and hirofumi’s finger stopped. he placed the octopus keychain on his house key—made specifically to get in and out of your shared apartment. “thank you very much, love. i’m blessed to have a person like you in my life.” hirofumi said, extending his arms, internally asking for a warm, comfortable hug. 

you telepathically answered that internal request, giving hirofumi a big and welcoming hug. he embraced the warmth of your connected bodies, taking in every soft moment that he could possibly find in this activity. “i love you so much, you don’t understand.” hirofumi said, placing a long, loving kiss on your temple. 

you giggled at the physical feeling of his soft lips on your skin as you returned the favor—this time on his cheek. 

“i love you too, ‘fumi. i hope you enjoy your gift.” 

hirofumi let out a low hum as he exited out of the warm comfort he was previously in. 

“you’re the best gift i’ve ever had.”

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🔍︎ — ryomen sukuna ✰ fem!reader

♯ — sukuna comforting you at a haunted house

∎ — 0.3k ✰ fluff

ⅲ — my apologies if this was too short i didn't have anything else to think of. otherwise, please enjoy!

“i don’t think this is a good idea.” you said, as a worried tone inhabited your throat. sukuna looked back at you, taking in your scared tone and expression. “it’s just a house, darling. what you’re scared of houses now?” he questionably cooed in your ear, whilst looking up at the worn down house. “it’s not just a house, sukuna!” you exclaimed, grappling onto his arm that was shoved in his pocket.

the house was indeed a haunted house. you could identify it just by looking at it. it’s broken windows, cobwebs growing all around the house being populated by spiders, the broken concrete walkway and the unkept grassland, the rusty pipes that become corroded over time. yes, it was indeed a haunted house, and it made a terrible sensation in your stomach.

“what, you scared?” he asked, bending his knees to become eye level to you. you averted eye contact with your boyfriend as you muttered, “you didn’t catch onto that yet?” sukuna chuckled loudly, admiring your wonderful features glistening in the moonlight. “it was just a joke baby. besides, what scary monster is going to get you inside of this house besides me?” he asked, as he snaked a hand around your waist. you blushed at his actions as you grappled onto his shirt. 

“‘kuna, i don’t want to do this anymore.” you said, beginning to sob in his shirt. “aw, what’s the matter? too scary for ya?” he mockingly questioned. real tears began to form in your eyes as you looked up. his vermillion eyes met with your wet, glossy ones. his cocky expression began to falter as he realized those were real tears forming in your eyes.

“hey hey hey hey baby. it’s okay.” sukuna said reassuringly as he hugged you. you returned the favor, wrapping your hands around his waist and pulling him in. “so needy sometimes.” he tsked as he placed a kiss on your forehead. “you wanna go get takeout and we can watch scary movies at home?” he questioned, looking at your beginning to dry eyes. “mhm.” you hummed, intertwining your hand with his. he smirked as he placed another kiss on your forehead.

“hey, i love you.” he mumbled so only the two of you could hear. “love you too.” you replied, holding his hand tightly.

“i’ll always protect you.” he mumbled. “i promise.”

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(reblogs are appreciated)!

🔍︎ | kento nanami ✰ fem!reader

s. | nanami kento just going about his day and enjoying life (with you <3)

wc. | 0.4k ✰ fluff

an. | thank you so much @princeasimdiya12 for this request! also i broke my spacebar so i had a really hard time writing this. overall enjoy!

MORNINGS WITH NANAMI ARE AN ABSOLUTE BLESSING. 

him waking up just to fix you a five-star course meal and leaving you in your sleeping state, only for you to be woken up by the sweet scent of bacon cooking and pancakes rising. he greets you with a kiss on your forehead while holding his freshly prepared coffee in his hand, looking at you in the most soft and comforting way. he mutters a quiet, “good morning beautiful.” while he leads you to the dining table to enjoy your meal. as you sit down, nanami finishes up in the kitchen and fixes you a plate first. he loves seeing your reaction while enjoying the meal he made for you. he softly smiles into his hand from across the table at your reaction. “god she is so beautiful.” he thinks to himself.

AFTERNOONS WITH NANAMI ARE AN ABSOLUTE BLESSING.

the park was nice today. not too many people were outside with their kids or their dogs playing fetch. only a few people populated the park by jogging and doing exercisable activities. you and nanami on the other hand were sitting on a bench together enjoying your sandwiches that you bought from a nearby subway. of course, nanami loves subway (obviously) so you decided to give it a try also. you were dazzled by how good the sandwiches tasted and how good the cookies tasted also. nanami usually didn’t get cookies, only the sandwiches. “it tastes good, doesn’t it?” he asked politely, looking in your direction. you happily nodded as a smile grew on nanami’s face. a few crows tried to bite some of your sandwich but nanami scared them away. you two finished off your sandwiches before taking a nice, relaxing walk around the park.

NIGHTS WITH NANAMI ARE AN ABSOLUTE BLESSING.

nanami had just finished washing up as he changed into some sweatpants and a t-shirt that perfectly hugged his muscles. you were wearing his blue button up with nothing underneath (since it felt comfortable to you). you and nanami would usually watch a movie before going to sleep since it puts him to sleep more easily. once the movie was over, nanami would be knocked out with his arm snaked around your waist. you were also asleep also so you didn’t know of these actions, once you woke up from your little nap, you heard nanami’s slow and calm breathing, signaling that he was asleep. you softly smiled as you buried your head into his chest and fell asleep to his soft heartbeat.

NANAMI IS OVERALL AN ABSOLUTE BLESSING.

🔍︎ | leone abbacchio ✰ fem!reader

% | you and abbacchio were riding a bus together and he decided to listen to some tunes.

& | 0.2k ✰ fluff

$ | was thinking about this and decided to put it into words! and i apologize for the theme changes, just trying out something new until it sticks.

just imagine you and abbacchio sitting on a bus waiting for it to stop at your destination and he just pulls out earbuds from his bag. of course, he’s a music kind of guy and he loves his peace and quiet—with his tunes—but for some reason he didn't put the other earbud in.

he looks over to you, admiring your resting figure as he gently taps on your hand, hoping you’d wake up.

your sleepy eyes became wide again as you looked up at abbacchio—his purple hair tied up into a messy bun, his black hoodie that covers all of his body except his hands with his smooth touch, his black pants hugging his thighs ever so godly that it looks like he had been carved by professional sculptors. his golden eyes gazed upon you.

“wanna listen?” he asked, holding his other earbud in his hand. you blinked up at him, confused at what he was asking you because of your interrupted slumber.

you took the earbud out of his hand and placed it in your ear, satisfied at what he was listening too. he smiled in delight as he leaned against the window of the bus.

you began to fall asleep to the soft jazz that was playing on abbacchio’s phone. he felt a light thump on his shoulder and looked next to him to see your sleeping figure.

“cute,” he muttered underneath his breath so only the two of you could hear. “so damn cute.”

he then laid a hand on yours and put his head on yours as you both fell asleep to the sound of jazz music playing in your ear.

the bus driver had to wake you two up because you missed your stop.

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Omgggg the gotoh fic, ty for the part two 😍

thank you thank you and your welcome your welcome!! glad you enjoyed it!!

🔍︎ | gotoh & fem!reader

⟳ | rough sex, pounding?, pet names, coin play?, penetrative sex, consensual sex, unprotective sex, gotoh being a little nervous.

🖊 | 0.9k (edited, lowercase intended).

π | someone requested a part two so here you go! also, thank you all for 100 followers!!!! i really appreciate all the support!!! (100 post coming soon).

he flipped the gold item back and forth between his fingers, reverting the symbols between ‘heads’ and ‘tails’ until his movements stopped.

he focused his gaze upon you as he mesmerized your features once again. it was almost like he was taking a picture with his mind, taking it over and over again.

he took a large gulp—that wasn’t audible—as he came closer to your sitting figure. gotoh tightly held the golden item closely to his hand and directed it to his heart.

you placed your warm hand on his cold cheek, slightly touching his sideburns whilst rubbing his cheek to comfort him.

“gotoh . . .” you mumbled under your breath, enough for him to hear you. his eyes shot up from the angle they were in, focusing his eyes onto you as he snapped out of his daydream.

“need you . . .” you mumbled again, this time traveling your hand all the way to his exposed dick. gotoh let out a breathy groan as he grabbed onto your hand, signaling a halt to your movements.

“baby, is everything alright?” you questioned worriedly, looking at his pale skin tone and how red it's gotten over the past few hours.

“mmh.” he groaned. “my treat tonight, love.” gotoh hungrily jumped on top of you and lathered you in kisses personally from him and him himself.

god how he loves marking you. he wants everyone—even the zoldyck family—to know that you belong to him. only him. no one else but him.

gotoh was marking you almost everywhere to the point where your body was polluted by his love bites.

“mmh.” gotoh said, sitting on his knees looking at the wonderful piece of art he had just created. “wonderful.” he groaned, tightening his palm yet again.

you were worried about him. gotoh is not usually the one that gets to experience sexual romance here and there. of course you give him daily kisses and give him love and affection, but he’s too busy protecting the zoldyck’s to the point where he doesn’t get a break.

but thank god they let him off for one day. just one day. that’s all he needed.

“gotoh, honey. are you okay?” you asked yet again, placing your hand on top of his clenched one. he nodded, “i’m fine.” he tightened his hand again to the point where crescent marks were being left in the middle of his palm.

“i just . . . want to try something new, if that’s okay.”

your expression widened.

gotoh was always such a vanilla, loving man. sometimes he could be rough, but he would stick to the casual rough. nothing more nothing less. he would always make sure you were okay.

of course, you didn’t know he wanted to spice your sexual life up a little more. you never knew that. gotoh always stuck to the script. but it seems like a new part of him was going to come out to you. some side of your wonderful husband you haven’t seen before.

he opened his palm slowly, revealing the golden object that you had yet to see.

your eyes widened.

“is this one of your coins?” you asked, holding it between your pointer finger and your thumb.

gotoh nodded, adjusting his glasses that were somewhat still on his face.

(he remembered and put them down before they got lost or broken).

“yes, that is correct. one of my personal coins.” gotoh said, taking it away from you with such care. “i would like to try a little challenge with you.” he said in a worrying tone.

you raised your eyebrow and started to massage his hand, “what kind of challenge?”

curiosity got the best of you.

you should’ve never asked that question.

you should’ve kept your mouth shut.

sooner than you know it, gotoh had you pinned underneath him, pounding his cock into you at max speed. he was reaching lengths you didn’t even know existed. lengths that you didn’t know existed in the human body.

you were probably on your tenth or eleventh orgasm by now, you lost track. matter fact, you weren’t even keeping track. you were too busy turning off other sounds that could distract you from gotoh’s heavy breathing or the rare sweat that dripped off of his forehead onto your sweaty skin.

you were too focused on the muffled sounds of ‘pap pap pap’ coming from the two of you. you were too busy looking at the way you and gotoh's body connected. analyzing his cock feature by feature—even though you see it on the daily.

you just couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. at this point, you didn’t even know where you were.

in an instant, gotoh let out a large groan as he locked his hands on top of your head, burying his cock into you full thrust. spurts of white, hot cum was entering your womb.

you could feel it, every single drop of it.

“oh god, baby. just so damn perfect. aren’t you? yeah?” he praised, giving your forehead a little kiss.

gotoh opened his palm and started to put the coin in between his thumb and his finger. you heard a little flicking noise that suddenly came to an end for a little while.

“heads or tails baby?” gotoh asked, holding the coin in his palm, waiting for an answer.

you were too fucked out to speak, let alone talk.

you held out a finger, signaling that you chose heads.

“let’s see.” gotoh opened his palm to reveal that the coin was tails.

you threw your head back as your husband tucked the coin back into his hand.

“better get ready, baby.” he warned.

“this is gonna be a long night.”

🔍︎ | ceo!geto suguru & fem!reader

⟳ | rough sex, desk fucking, praise, (risk of getting caught?), pussy eating, overall smut.

π | was just thinking about this so i decided to put it into words. i hope you all enjoy!!!

ceo!geto who has you bent over his office desk absolutely ravaging your cunt to the point where it's beyond repair. he’s going at it at maximum speed, causing multiple items to fall off during the moment. 

ceo!geto who gives you little praises here and there during the moment and tells you why he’s so angry. he asks questions here and there also to make sure you’re listening. every time you don't answer, you get another orgasm denied. this went on for a very long time.

ceo!geto who tells you to be quiet so the other employees don’t hear how good you feel, but also tells you to be loud so they know who you belong to.

ceo!geto who has you in multiple positions around the room, scurrying to another side of the wall or just throwing you (softly?) on the ground to continue his assault on your poor pussy. 

ceo!geto who ties his tie around your wrists so you can’t attempt to push him off or do anything to stop his mininstatrations.

ceo!geto who eats you out on his desk, you getting a bit of cum on his desk and work papers. don’t worry, he’s a ceo after all, he can print new ones. overall, he still blames you for the mess of his ruined papers later.

ceo!geto who fucks you like crazy on his desk making your eyes roll to the back of your head. your fingernails digging deep down into his skin to hang on for dear life. 

ceo!geto who finally cums after multiple hours giving you both release and a moment of brief rest.

ceo!geto who plants little kisses on your forehead and cheeks and praises you for how good you were during the intense moment. whom you return the favor.

ceo!geto who looks around the room to see all the destruction you (both) have made. all the paintings he has to hang back up, all the ink in the printer he has to waste, all the dents in the desk he has to call a repairman to come and fix. 

ceo!geto who catches you trying to fall asleep on the desk and sets you down gently on the nice, cozy couch that’s on the left side of his room.

ceo!geto who tells you, “sweet dreams, sunshine.” before beginning to clean up the huge mess in his office.

I loved that gotoh piece! Can you please write a part 2? ❤️

i was planning on doing it anyway. glad you loved it!!!

the hallway was slightly dimmed by the low fluorescent light that decorated the room. a black telephone sat on the right side of the hallway, the wire swaying side and side for it was previously used. 

a six-foot-tall figure stood by the telephone table, his knees slightly bending as he gripped onto the table for some leverage. the dim lighting only added some mood to the moment that he himself was the victim of.

the man started to slowly buck his hips repeatedly begging for release as he whimpered desperately. “not here, honey. anywhere but here.” he pleaded as your head bobbed up and down his length.

your hand massaged the rest of his pale cock—giving the vein that ran on the underside of his cock some extra attention—that your throat couldn’t reach. no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t get your throat to open for those extra inches you desired.

“ri-right ‘ere, gotoh.” you managed to mumble out with his dick still in your mouth. “now.” you demanded, proceeding to suck on the erect, throbbing dick faster.

gotoh was caught off guard and started to entangle his fingers within your hair. his dick immediately hit the back of your throat as you let out a high squeal that sent shivers down his spine. “so, so good for me. aren’t you?” he praised as he continued to force his dick down your throat.

you could feel his cock getting larger and his thrusts getting needier and needier by the moment. “‘m almost there darling. stay with me, alright?” he said as his voice started to get more raspier and paced.

your jaw started to hurt once he started to get closer and closer to his orgasm, but you decided to ignore the pain because you're his good little girl. tiny hands began to hold onto his muscular thighs for some leverage and stability.

your gags could be heard from a million miles away, hoping that none of the zoldyck family members would come in at this moment. “cumming baby, ‘m cumming.” gotoh warned before a few more doing a few more thrusts and releasing into your mouth.

you choked and gagged on his length as he pulled out and took a few breaths. during those few breaths that he took, you swallowed his cum and looked at him with those pretty little eyes of yours. “so pretty baby. so fuckin’ pretty.” he praised as he kissed your forehead and lifted you up carrying you bridal style to his private bedroom that butler’s at the zoldyck mansion had just for themselves.

“be prepared for round two.” he said as he laid you on the bed gently grabbing a gold object in the shape of a circle.

nanami kento who comes home and opens the pantry in his house to see the pantry filled to the brim with his favorite type of bread. his jaw drops to the floor, his eyes pop out of their sockets, his mouth wide open in astonishment and he nearly passes out seeing the wonderful sight that was presented in front of his eyes.

toji fushiguro who hears from gojo satoru that there is a pretty little nun working at the church that is around the corner.

toji fushiguro who starts going to church every sunday after hearing that information and participating in the wednesday classes also.

toji fushiguro who frequently helps out at the church doing basic chores just to get closer to you.

toji fushiguro who's cock hardens within his dress pants when he sees you in the crowd of the choir, waiting to perform as a group.

toji fushiguro who tries to suppress his extreme hunger and desire for you once church ends.

toji fushiguro who stays late at night at the church to clean up to get ready for wednesday and next week.

toji fushiguro who has you bent over a desk in the priest's office because he couldn't contain himself around you anymore.

toji fushiguro who puts puts his hand on your throats and jerks it back to see your face and the pretty little expressions that are being engraved on your face.

toji fushiguro who's pace starts to become more faster and desperate and start to hit every deep spot inside of you that makes you go insane.

toji fushiguro who makes you cum in a matter of minutes all over the priest's chair and desk.

toji fushiguro who calls you a 'dirty girl' after looking at the mess he made you create.

toji fushiguro who helps you clean the priest's office as he takes you to his house for round two.

nanami kento who wakes up bright and early just to make you breakfast. he noticed how tired you were last night from coming home from a sixteen-hour shift and decided you needed a break from everyday activities.

nanami kento who is an expert at cooking breakfast and knows exactly what you want in the morning. exactly three pancakes with a side of bacon and eggs. even though you rarely eat it all, he knows that it's your favorite meal of the day.

nanami kento who puts on his favorite apron in order to cook your delicious meal that you beg for every single day. he doesn't care if he gets it dirty or anything, he just knows he put a lot of work and effort into making you happy.

nanami kento who is a professional pancake flipper and flips pancakes every time he makes breakfast. he remembers when you clapped every time he didn't drop the pancake on the floor, wiping an upcoming drop of sweat off of his forehead.

nanami kento who cooks bacon just right. not too crispy, but no too raw. he knows exactly how you like your bacon cooked and never fails to cook it wrong. except for that one time that he accidentally left the bacon on for too long and the whole kitchen was on fire and you had to call the fire department.

nanami kento who makes your eggs big and fluffy so you could enjoy your favorite part of the meal. he also puts a little bit of salt and pepper on it to boost the flavor that makes your mouth water.

nanami kento who puts all of his famous cooking on a plate and brings it up to your shared bedroom. as he opens the door, he sees your sleeping figure start to rise — probably because you smelled the scent of food.

nanami kento who sits down on the bed with you as he gives you your wonderful breakfast in order for it to be half devoured later.

nanami kento who has a little smile on his face for how your eyes light up from just seeing his cooking in general.

nanami kento who tells you to eat it all because that breakfast was made with love.