Can You Share Link Of Picnic Day With Kento Please? Idk If Its Just Me But I Cant Click Any Of The Links.

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 sorry my masterlist is really out of date.

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.

🔍︎ — 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!)

🔍︎ — 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!)

“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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🔍︎ — 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.”

© — originally posted by @k-3nt0: please do not copy, translate, repost or plagiarize.

(reblogs are appreciated)!