Nanami Kento Who Comes Home And Opens The Pantry In His House To See The Pantry Filled To The Brim With

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.

🔍︎ — 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!)

🔍︎ — 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!)

🔍︎ | 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.

produced by @k-3nt0 — please do not copy, translate, repost or plagiarize.

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

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