% Shoei Barou & Nerd!fem!reader ] 1.9k

% — shoei barou & nerd!fem!reader ] — 1.9k

❝ minor sexual content # fluff # acquaintances to lovers (i dont know) # love confession # minor exhibition ❞

it was desolate and quiet in the back corner of the library. fortunately, there was an empty table meant to hold four people at once—more than four if people were smart enough to bring up extra chairs. mercifully, the library was almost empty, other than the few college students that went there to study for their future tests and exams. they were all scattered around the library, making them hard to find. 

they camouflaged in with the various books located on the bookshelves, burying themselves in various titles in order to find the right one to study from. unbeknownst to you, you unfortunately stood out to someone. someone in particular you must say. someone known across the campus for their rude awakening whenever he walks inside of a room. 

you peer up from your book in order to confirm who you suspected to be in the library. you confirmed your suspicion by looking at that spiky hair and that distinct ‘x’ mark on the side of his head, specifically carved on the side of his hair. 

you distracted yourself by finishing up the chapter of the book you were reading. to much dismay, the strong aura kept increasing as you heard footsteps gradually increase towards you. you peer up from your book one more time just to meet the beady vermillion eyes of your worst enemy, shoei barou. 

of course, you had nothing against the man—not anything that would call him an actual enemy towards you. many people had many grudges against him—especially on the soccer field—for various reasons, but nonetheless, you had nothing against the man. 

you tried to distract yourself from his gaze by looking at your book again, but it was just too hard to break away from the pull he has on you—just by looking at you too. 

“y/n? that’s it right?” he questioned in a low baritone voice, almost shaking the floor. you slowly started to slide the customized bookmark between your book as you closed it, finally submitting to his gaze. his eyes didn’t look like they held hostility towards you, that was great to say the least. 

you nodded as you slid your book to the side where all your other belongings were, slightly adjusting your glasses that were sitting on the bridge of your nose undisturbed. the tall, muscular man hummed as he grabbed something out of the bag he was holding. you didn’t realize he was holding something until you heard something rustling underneath you. as he successfully retrieved the item he was digging for, he handed it to you. it looked hot, steaming almost, ready for it to be devoured. 

“for you . . . from me.” he said, clearing his throat as he bunched up the bag in his dominant hand. you nodded as you slowly started to open up the packaging. you could smell all of your favorite ingredients infecting your senses all together, hitting you hard like a truck. it was to the point where you weren’t even focusing on the scenery, you were just admiring the glistening condensation and the slight steam that escaped the container when the lid was taken off. 

you were taken aback by something. this was better than takeout meals, nevertheless restaurant meals. you took a quick glance at barou as he returned the favor. it was almost like he wanted you to dig into the meal already and give an opinion about it. 

“b-barou, you did say this was for me . . . from you?” you were afraid that you would have yourself corrected by him. you’ve heard about how long barou’s lectures were when someone left a jersey in the locker room or when someone left a mess in the cafeteria. you didn’t want to end up like those victims of no other than shoei barou’s lectures. all of those thoughts faded when the man who stood in front of you answered with a simple “yes.”

a slight blush started to cover his cheeks as he covered them up with his dominant hand—parts of the bag he was holding brushed against the corner of his lip. “a little birdie told me that you enjoyed that type of food. so, i decided to make a little treat for you.” you too started to feel heated up, especially in the face. you averted your eye contact from barou as you looked at the meal that was sitting in front of you. 

“i wasted the precious minutes of my time just to make you a meal that you could enjoy,” he began. “i know how hard it is having to live off of takeout and not having the skill to cook a meal at your precious home.” your nose started to flare because of the embarrassment of two things: first barou calling out your inability to cook a proper meal, second barou’s voice being so damn loud that you felt the whole library looking at you. 

“b-barou, please tone it down. some people are trying to study, you know?” you said, trying to come up with an excuse to keep barou’s voice down so you both wouldn’t get kicked out of the library for noise violation. you heard him mumble a small “sorry” under his breath, as he puffed hot air out his nose. “can you just please take a bite so i know how it tastes.” 

you have never heard barou say kind words like “please” and “sorry” before—even though sorry wasn’t a kind word, you had to take it into consideration for barou for being so pacifist—in a short duration before. 

you unwrapped the spoon and fork that was wrapped together in a small cloth and began to dig in. the food didn’t even settle on the taste buds of your tongue before you were overwhelmed by the sensation of this sweetness mixed with a tad bit of sourness. you decided to add some rice to the mix and it tasted even better. 

you could feel barou looking at you with no hostility or pacifism in mind. he was just looking at you, admiring his own homemade cooking. barou was lost in thought. the little expression that you made when you truly enjoyed something was imprinted in his mind forever. 

barou never told you this before, but he finds you the least annoying person on the planet. even though you two don’t hang out a lot, he just has this admiration for you. with you focusing on your schoolwork and working at a successful job, he wishes that he could be a part of that life also. 

“barou,” you said, snapping him out of his trance. “this tastes really good. thank you so much!” you unconsciously hugged him. you didn’t even know what happened, it was on instinct somehow. barou was stiff, he literally couldn’t move a muscle as he embraced your warmth for a brief moment before he felt it drift away. 

you felt the blood rush to your cheeks as you covered your face in embarrassment. “m’sorry, barou. i-i don’t know what came over me . . .” barou wasn’t listening to the words that you uttered, or the apology that you quickly said, fumbling over your words. barou didn’t even realize that he was centimeters away from physical contact with you. barou didn’t even realize the intense heat that flooded up to his cheeks and down to his awakening member. barou didn’t even realize the intense desire to mold his lips into yours. the only thing barou realized is that the deed was already done. 

barou slipped his tongue inside of your mouth to explore the wet cavern as he grabbed the fat of your ass, massaging it in his hand. he relished the feeling of your clothed flesh on his exposed one, slowly inching towards you as his chest pressed your own. before you knew it, your back was pressed against a wooden table as barou continued his assault on your lips.

he soon departed as a trail of saliva was left in his path from your sloppy brief makeout session. “w-wait, barou . . .” you mumbled, attempting to push him off. you weren’t the type of girl to get yourself caught doing inappropriate things, especially in a public space. “barou!” you said, pulling his ear. “god dammit woman!” barou said as he let the force of your pull bring him towards you. “we’re in a library for heavens sake! have some couth!” 

barou grumbled under his breath as he helped you back onto your feet, as if you weren’t dripping down your thighs right now. he quickly planted a kiss on your cheek as he rubbed your back in circling motions. 

“w-what was all that for?” you whispered, looking at barou’s red eyes, seemingly dilated because of the lust he just experienced mere moments ago. as you both walked towards the library exit—barou holding your belongings in his left hand and holding your hand in his right—the library owner told you both farewell as the bell started to chime, signaling either entry or exit. 

you were still awaiting on barou’s answer to the question you asked earlier, but he had seem to forget all about it. all of a sudden, your phone buzzed as you looked at the notification you got. it was a message from the renovators that had renovated your apartment’s bathroom. 

“w-well, it seems like my bathroom got renovated,” you said, letting go of barou’s hand. “i guess it’s time for me to go home.” 

barou quickly grabbed your hand. you were shocked by the sudden ministrations, the sudden action he had performed right now. he quickly let it go. “i’m sorry.” barou rubbed the back of his neck as he said, “can i at least walk you home? it’s about to get dark.” you nodded as you grabbed his hand again, walking towards your street where your apartment resided. 

“you know it was because i love you.” he said, unexpectedly. you had no idea what barou was talking about, all you heard was the word “love” and your mind went haywire. 

“w-why, huh?” you were confused, lost in thought. even though barou despised many people, you seemed to be on his clear list—probably the only one on his clear list besides his family members. 

“i love you.” he said, kissing your lips again, embracing the warmth that your lips give him. he said it a million times over, making sure that you heard those three words that he said. you were listening, oh you bet your heart out you were listening. you too felt the same emotions for him, you just didn’t know a way of approaching him to tell him about that.

before you knew it, you were in front of your apartment door, bidding farewell to barou for the night. he gave you one last kiss before you disappeared into the shadows of your apartment. before you could close and lock your door, he stuck his foot between the door, leaving some space between the inside and outside of the home. 

“hey . . . before you go . . . would you like to go somewhere tomorrow?” you were stunned at his words, but your heart started to flutter because of those words. “o-of course, j-just text me the location and time, okay?” barou already knew he had your contact information because of isagi, so he personally didn’t have to ask you for your number. your apartment door closed before barou was shut out of your private life: the life behind your apartment door. 

barou knew the three words he said today were genuine. he knows everything he said in your lifetime was genuine. barou felt a weight lift off of his chest when he confessed his love for you. but another weight filled his chest, especially his heart. 

the weight he carried wasn’t a burden or anything, the weight he carried was his extreme love for you. barou loved you. he doesn’t know how to express his love more than those simple three words.

“i love you.”

originally wrote and published by @kentofication

% — yoriichi tsugikuni & fem!reader ] — 527

❝ sexual content # creampie # breeding # mentions of fertilization # marking # praise # petnames # fluff # unprotected sex # dom!yoriichi x sub!reader ❞

“i can tell you’re liking this baby . . . a whole bunch.” yoriichi moaned as he harshly thrusted up into you, molding your walls into the shape of his cock for future sexual moments like this one, branding your pussy as his own. both of his arms were wrapped around your waist and his feet were planted into the mattress, leaving a slight dent in the mattress itself. 

his heavy balls were being slapped against your ass at an outstanding speed as he drilled his cock into you. his pace never faltered, but he did lack the sight of your face. his own was buried into the crook of your neck, leaving love bites all over the soft platform in order to mark you as his. 

his hips created a rhythm that was suitable for you both. your juices dripped down from the base of his cock and slithered down to his balls, creating more slick and rendering it more convenient for him to slide in and out of you. 

yoriichi’s long locks were being tugged by your dainty hands, finding something to ground yourself to escape from his ruthless thrusts. “you’re so p-perfect . . . y’know that? hmm pretty girl?” he inquired during his thrusts, making them more rougher after his question. 

it was hard for you to respond to his praise, you knew yoriichi was never the one for degradation or making you feel bad about yourself. he was always about praise and making you feel more high about yourself. he knows how self conscious you can be and he wants to adjust to that lifestyle, especially with you. he wants to live out his lifetime with you, but in order for him to do that, he must adjust to your doings first. 

he must understand your likes and dislikes during soft moments and intimate ones. he must understand you as a human being and not just an everyday object. he must treat you like an absolute goddess and not some worn down object waiting to be fixed, and to its dismay, broken down again. in his eyes you are his, he must treat you with absolute respect. he must treat you like a goddess. 

that’s why when he stills himself inside of you and cums deep inside to the point where his sperm is spreading into your womb, swimming its way to your unfertilized egg, you don’t tell him to stop. it’s not because you’re too tired or anything, or you’re worn out from all the ruthless fucking you’ve been doing for the past who knows how many hours. it’s because you love him, and he knows that. that’s why he came inside of you. he knows that you wanted to be bred by him sooner or later. he knows this had been boiling inside of both you and him for quite some while. 

yoriichi knows everything about you, because he treats you so well. he listens to your every request. he listens to everything, even when you think he’s not listening. yoriichi tsugikuni swears to himself that he will treat you like an absolute goddess. he swears on his life he will. on his own, precious life.

originally wrote and posted by @kentofication

% — kokushibo & fem!reader ] — 0.7k+

❝ explicit content # cockdrunk!reader # petnames # unprotected sex # riding # aftercare # dom!kokushibo x sub!reader ❞

“that’s it love, just like that . . .” he muttered under his breath as you rode him to your heart’s content. you had been in this position ever since he came home. he appeared to be in a bad mood, but once you made eye contact with him, his expression was lustful. there you were, with your hands placed on his shoulders to give a little bit of extra strength every time you sunk and rose on his cock. you looked down to see your juices flowing under you, sliding down his dick, onto his balls, and onto the sheets. you knew that you would have to wash those after you were finished.

you didn’t know how much more of this you could take. he had already ripped five orgasms out of you—at least you think so—and you felt a sixth one making its appearance. all of his eyes were slanted, some of them appeared closed as he watched your breast bounce up and down everytime you sunk down his length.

his eyes were filled with lust, an ongoing lust as he forced your chest against his face. you were shocked by the sudden repositioning, as you wrapped your arms around kokushibo’s neck. you halted your movements for a second, but a slap on your ass brought you back to reality. “keep riding, slut.” he commanded in a harsh tone, taking your nipple into his mouth. he began to swirl his tongue around the erect bud as he sucked on it like a suction cup until it was rock hard. he gave it a little tug using his teeth as he felt your body jerk back because of the ministration. he did the same to the other nipple as he received the same reaction from when he did the previous one.

some drool started to seep out of your mouth, making its way down your chin and onto your chest. kokushibo took it as a sign that your brain was turning into mush. you were too dumb to even have the decency to suck the spit back into your mouth. he chuckled as he decided to tear a last orgasm out of you. he wrapped his arms around your waist as he dug his feet into the mattress. you took notice of this formation as you buried your head into the crook of his neck quickly.

kokushibo began his onslaught of your pussy to his own pleasure. his balls were meeting your ass at an insane speed as he felt your walls constrict around his hardened length. kokushibo couldn’t help but chuckle when he felt you biting on his shoulder due to the immense pleasure. he kissed away your tears as he continued to thrust in and out of your wet heat. 

he started to breathe a bit heavier now, sweat trickling down his forehead and down his face. this was a sign that he was also near his end. his thrusts started to grow sloppier and more needier. his lustful expression slowly started to fade away as it turned into a possessive one. kokushibo produced one more thrust before he emptied himself inside of you, painting your walls with his fertile seed. 

you both were panting with exhaustion—you a little bit more than him—as you started to fall asleep on his chest. kokushibo felt you lose consciousness and he slowly slid from underneath you in order to go run a hot bath in order to soothe your sore body. he carried you bridal style into the bathroom as he gently put your body under the warm, soapy water. he began taking a rag and wiping off all the sweat and bruises you endured. 

you slowly started to gain consciousness as you planted a kiss on kokushibo’s cheek. his face started to heat up from your affection—even though he blamed it on the bathroom being too warm. “i love you so much. you know that?” you asked, placing another kiss on his cheek. kokushibo let out a deep chuckle, “of course i know that. what kind of man would i be if i didn’t?” you both laughed as it came to a halt with a deep kiss. a kiss filled with love for each other. a kiss that would never be shared with another besides you two. you started to drift back to sleep again with the help of the hot water soothing your body. kokushibo planted a kiss on your forehead. “i love you more than i love myself, dearest.” 

originally wrote and published by @kentofication

🔍︎ — giyuu tomioka ✰ fem!reader

♯ — quiet man giyuu.

∎ — 0.2k ✰ fluff

ⅲ — my fault for not posting for years now. i just had writers block and no energy to post. so, errrrrrr enjoy!

giyuu was a very quiet man. he only commented when he needed to—such as when he is provoked by another hashira or slayer and is expected to respond to their comment or question.

 giyuu was still a very quiet man, even when he met you for the very first time. he admired you from afar, watching you gracefully flow through the air itself with the water breathing style he personally taught you. 

giyuu was still a very quiet man even when you two were assigned a mission from oyakata-sama. he guided you to where the demon was located, following the wobbly and rocky path that you two took to get there. 

giyuu was still a quiet man even when you two defeated the demon successfully and went out for dinner with the money that you both had. 

giyuu was still a quiet man even when you laughed through the whole dinner, drunk off of sake as the light blush covered your face. giyuu was quietly sitting there, watching you laugh away until you felt tired; sake finally getting to your system. 

giyuu was still a quiet man, even as he carried you to the butterfly estate on his back, chattering away all the way to the destination. 

giyuu was still a quiet man, even after shinobu took you away from his grasp and laid you down on the small hospital bed. 

giyuu was still a quiet man, even after seeing you slightly dozing off into your unconscious state, going into the little dream land you go to every single night. 

giyuu was still a quiet man, even after he left the butterfly estate. 

giyuu was naturally a quiet man, but now, giyuu tomioka wanted to be naturally by your side.

2023 © kentofication.

○ ≡ 氷 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄

○ ≡ 煉 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔

it was 9 o’clock sharp, eastern standard time. the bus was said to stop in about fifteen minutes from now. you wrapped your coat around you as you found a place to settle down for the time being. the bus stop was the only way you could get here and there as fast as you could—without the benefit of walking all the way to your destination. 

of course, the bus never arrived this late before so you were concerned about the time of its arrival. it was very cold outside, so cold that parts of the bench you were sitting on were starting to freeze into place. you should’ve worn more clothing if you knew it was going to be this cold outside.

you mentally scolded yourself for being naive thinking that it would be hotter this afternoon. you—then again—mentally scolded yourself for being naive thinking that the office would be much warmer than it was outside. however, the heater was frozen because of the extreme temperature drop and the whole building felt like a popsicle straight out of the freezer.

although a delectable treat, it came with a negative side also. you could hear nearby cars zooming past you, almost mocking you for being outside of your home for that late. at this point, you were thinking about dissing the bus stop and walking all the way home. but, why in the world would you do that? that would be a death wish and you knew better. so, worse than intended, you decided to sit down on the part of the bench that didn’t succumb to the freezing outside temperature.

sitting on the bench was rather calming, but cold. you could take off your jacket and put it underneath you in order for the bench to appear warmer, but that would be just sacrificing your only source of warmth for something so stupid. if you would’ve just checked the temperature schedule before leaving your apartment, you would’ve decided to bundle up to the point where you wouldn’t be affected even by the cold air.

you mentally sighed to yourself as you slumped back against the bench, taking in its immense freeze and making it your own. it felt as if you were dying—even though your body was fully warm—and reaching the gates of heaven just to be pulled back down to planet earth. your breath was visible to the naked eye, creating puffs of coldness into the air as if you were smoking a cigarette. 

you heard a shifting noise as you were snapped out of your daydream. you saw a man with yellow hair; though hard to make out underneath his hood he seemed to have red colored tips that complemented his already flame-like hair.

he turned towards you and grinned, his face was painted red (because of the cold), but he still put on a smile in order to greet you. “such manners.” you spoke to yourself underneath your coat collar. 

“it’s cold, isn’t it?” he questioned playfully, taking off his gloves and handing them to you. “you look like you’re near death! please, take these.” you pushed back his hand that held the gloves as you said, “i really shouldn’t, the bus is almost here. i hope that it will be warm.” 

“nonsense!” he exclaimed, as he took your hand into his. “you must wear these in order to increase your body temperature. by the look on your face, you look half frozen.” you gave into his presidential speech as you decided to put on the gloves he lended you. 

“aren’t you going to be cold also?” you questioned. the man let out a low, bustling chuckle. “my dear, for i am the flame hashira. there is no need for me to succumb to this planet’s freezing temperature.” your face started to get hot at the pet name. nobody has ever called you that except your relatives—specifically your mother and your grandmother.

“i . . . i see.” you said, hastily putting on the gloves to save your own skin from catching frostbite. “w-well, you sure act like a flame hashira, mr . . .” you paused. you didn’t know his name, therefore you couldn’t say it after that remark you just made. “kyojuro,” he said. “call me kyojuro for the time being. until we meet again.” he blew onto his hands in order for them to warm up as he wrapped a flame colored scarf around his neck. he walked off into the dead of night, while leaving you perplexed and wondering what had just happened.

you thought that this was all a dream and that if you just woke up you would be in reality again. but no, in fact, this was the reality you were in. you just didn’t want to believe it.

you felt a piece of paper being ruffled against your palm where your hand was halfway in the glove the man lended to you—now known as kyojuro. the sneaky bastard had just lended you his telephone number and disappeared without a trace. unless, you could track his footsteps imprinted in the snow in order to find him.

you chuckled at that idea as you sunk back into the coldness of the bench, gently tucking the piece of written paper back into the glove. you smiled as the bus stop reached his destination, just in the nick of time.

🔍︎ — illumi zoldyck ✰ fem!reader

♯ — illumi coming home after a long mission.

∎ — 0.4k ✰ fluff

ⅲ — watching hxh for the 8th time again and something sparked inside of me to write this. so yeah, enjoy.

it’s been a long time. days, weeks, hell even months since you’ve seen your boyfriend. you were growing impatient from wanting to hear that familiar knock on your apartment door for so long. that knock you’ve longed to hear for months—you don’t even know the duration yourself. 

you started to bore yourself from watching the door for so long. it was almost like he had another mission to fulfill, but he didn’t have time to tell you. the thing is, he’s always told you when he had to fill out a mission. 

deep down, your boyfriend—illumi zoldyck—cared about you deeply. even though he has a smooth and un-careable exterior, inside he has this little garden that surrounds his heart for you. 

so when you heard that one familiar knock on your apartment door you knew from heart, and when you saw that knob twitch until it was fully turned, when you saw that crack in the door and sunlight bleeding through into your hardwood floor. 

you quickly rushed to the door and embraced in illumi's warmth—well, normally coldness but since it was so warm outside he must’ve got infected by the sunlight. 

you started to cry a little bit, staining your tears on illumi’s normal uniform. the front of his needles started to make their way into your own flesh. even though it was the blunt side, illumi took notice of this and quickly removed you from his grasp. 

you peered your eyes at him, while his dark bug-liked eyes looked at yours. he quickly caught your lips between his, tongue quickly exploring your mouth as he made his way into your shared apartment.

“missed you so much, illu.” you managed to gasp out. he let out a small hum before ending his assault on your lips. “‘m sorry.” he mumbled out, burying his face between the crook of your neck, leaving a few kisses there. “sorry for being gone for so long.”

you combed through illumi’s hair as he went on his rant about him being sorry for not being in your presence for so long. “‘s okay illumi. i forgive you. i’m just glad your home safe and uninjured.” 

you felt illumi’s rare smile melt itself into your shoulder. 

“do you need anything right now?” you questioned, still combing your fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp. he let out a low groan from your movements as he responded with, “i just need you right now.” 

“only you.”

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