Kishibe Fem!reader

🔍︎ — 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!)

🔍︎ — 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!)

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.

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.

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.

“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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