Yuuta Okkotsu Fem!reader

🔍︎ — 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!)

🔍︎ — 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!)

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.

🔍︎ | 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.”

🔍︎ — 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.

2022 © originally posted by @k-3nt0. 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!)