% Kokushibo & Fem!reader ] 0.7k+

% — 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

% — 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

% — tengen uzui & fem!reader ] — 966

❝ soft content # fear # descriptions of a demon # demon encounter # comfort # decapitation (of a demon) # husband!tengen x wife!reader ❞

it was getting to that time of the month. the time of the month where the temperature drops and nature withers away—temporarily at least. the time of the month where flakes of snow fall onto the withering green of the earth, coating it with its snowy soft texture. the time of the month where agriculture halted production as farmers prepared their crops to withstand the winter for future warmer months.

during the time of this cold month, the inside of your home dropped its usual temperature. it had a warm interior, comfy soft couches with warm bed sheets, and hot beverages and edible foods every day.  however, it is the cold season, meaning that your house became colder and colder as the days passed by. you counted the days that he left—for a mission that is. 

you knew that his rank as a hashira was very important to the world he lives in and himself. he serves this rank with pride and holds his head up high, even when faced with difficult challenges such as battling against an upper rank demon. even though he has only did it once—and thankfully survived—there might be a time he has to repeat the same order and this time not come home. 

as you sit there in silence, with your clasped hands together, you pray that your husband returns safe to you. you prayed that he wouldn’t succumb to any fatal wounds that might result in his final breath being taken. as you released your hands from each other, you looked at the door and sighed. “might as well go fix a hot meal.” you said to yourself. 

as you got up from your previous position, the front door creaked open. an awful aroma started to seep itself into the clean home. the aroma was strong, enough to make your lungs, as well as your throat, experience a burning sensation. you sank to your knees as you peered at the door. despite never seeing that figure before, you heard about it. it was a demon. a horrible one at least. not just because of its aroma, but of its appearance. it had three horns decorating its scalp and a tongue that extends from the base of its tongue to your wooden floor. drool started to escape from its mouth as you tried to be as quiet as possible. you learned from your husband, tengen, that as long as you stay quiet, the demon(s) would have trouble spotting your location. 

so there you were, quietly sitting on the floor of your bedroom with your hands covering your mouth. you tried to restrict your breathing as much as possible, only letting out a few puffs of air before holding it again. the demon slowly scouted your house, looking for anything living to devour, or at least ease its feasting period. you prayed that he wouldn’t find you, even though it was scouting the whole house, it was a high probability that it would come in the bedroom that you were hiding in.

soft footsteps and the sound of slime started to become more audible. even though you already knew where the demon was, you could hear it getting closer and closer into the bedroom. you started to shiver in fear—plus the temperature of the house was giving you goosebumps. you braced yourself for the opening of the sliding door that kept you in the bedroom. apparently, that never came, for you heard another pair of footsteps enter your home.

you knew it either had to be the demon’s partner or a nearby slayer coming by to help. it was a 50/50 chance, but you were oblivious to the answer. you continued to stay as quiet as possible, with your back against the wall, still praying to the almighty for protection. 

suddenly, the sliming noise came to a halt. a permanent halt. a halt that never started up again. what did start was the slinging of chains and the sound of a head falling to the floor. supposedly it was a nearby slayer, who would wander around the area in this cold temperature? “hon?” you heard a voice echo from the hallway. it was booming, yet held a concerning tone. you slid the door open as you peered out of it. you met eyes with a white haired man, standing as tall as the roof holding two, large identical swords. 

tears started to form in your eyes as you quickly rushed to the tall man. “hey, hey, hey. you okay?” he asked, embracing your hug as he felt your tears stain his outfit. “i know, baby. i know . . . i’m here now . . .” tengen began to place kisses on your head in a comforting way, letting you know that he’s here for as long as you need him to be. you suddenly felt your eyes closing, embracing the warmth of tengen in this freezing temperature. tengen chuckled as he lifted you up, carrying you into the bedroom you hid in. 

“my sleepy girl.” he said, softly putting you down on the mattress, covering your frame with all the big blankets he had in store for this kind of season. he placed one final kiss on your cheek before heading into the bathroom to wash up. 

you felt your body heat up, another body laid beside you, adding to the heat you received. tengen’s head was nuzzled between the crook of your neck. soft breathing could be heard from the bedroom. soft breaths of exhaustion and hardwork, training himself everyday to protect the people of the world he lives in. soft breaths of love and hatred—for you and the demons he slays. soft breaths that keep him alive everyday. 

all for the sake of coming home to you at the end of the day.

originally wrote and published by @kentofication

% — vinsmoke sanji & fem!reader ] — 0.1k+

❝ explicit content # fluff # soft dom!sanji x sub!reader # aftercare ❞

✰ - apologies for the long wait guys i was watching one piece. i recommend watching it because its actually good (gets good at episode 32)

✰ - sanji who just loves to have slow, soft sex with you, intertwining his hands with yours as he slowly thrusts into you to relish the feeling of your tight, warm cunt wrapping around him, making it hard for him to pull out. 

✰ - sanji who loves to praise you, giving you words of affirmation and telling you how good you’re doing taking his cock. 

✰ - sanji who loves to leave hickies in difficult spots to hide so everyone knows who you belong too.

✰ - sanji who cums inside of you, painting your walls a creamy white with the intent to breed.

✰ - sanji who covers your face in kisses after your heated session, asking if you’re okay and did he perform well, to which you respond with a simple yes.

✰ - sanji who feels at ease when you’re all bundled next to him, stacked in his clothing, sleeping right next to him.

✰ - sanji who plays with your hair to send you into a deep sleep, combing his fingers through the strands to untangle them. he slowly starts to doze off next to you, whispering a calm “i love you” to you.

originally wrote and published by @kentofication

🔍︎ — 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.”

2023 © originally posted by @kentofication. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

oh my days. gee willikers. where do i start. my apologies for not posting for a long time. there was some technical difficulties with my laptop for a long time. sorry for the long pause. and GYATTTTTTTTTTTTTTT WHAT THE FUCK⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉ YALL GOT MY RECENT POST TO 1.2K LIKES? WHAT IN THE WORLD. OH MY DAYSSSS. i never expected for one of my posts to get that many likes. like, oh my days. oh my goodness. also, thank you all for 200+ followers. this is like a milestone for me. thank you all for the recent support and the support beyond levels of comprehension. may i bless you all with this drabble i wrote in the midst of all this chaos.

the headboard was breaking again. 

the loud creaks kept getting louder and louder the harder he pounded. he was breaking you yet again tonight. and all you could do was take it. 

of course, it may or may not be pent up frustration from his job as a ceo, but you were rocking the boat between pleasure and pain—leaning more over to the pleasure side. 

his thrusts were getting more harder and faster. his hips were snapping the back of your ass so hard, that it started to go numb. scratch that. it was already numb. 

one of his hands held both of your arms firmly, preventing you from pushing him away. you could faintly hear his grunts and groans as he slipped his cock in and out of your tired hole. 

“jesus christ.” he mumbled under his breath, bending over to nibble on your ear. “you’re so good f’me. aren’t you?” he asked, his breath fanning over your ear as he kissed you cheek and stood back up. 

he licked his lips, tasting the saltiness of your tears that were still running down your face. he teased his cock up and down your enterance. he chuckled, “no need to cry, baby. this is what you wanted, is it not?” you whined and tried to protest as he slipped his cock back in your bullied pussy, but all that left your lips were babbles and pleas for him to slow down—which in his ears signaled him to move faster. 

this was your eleventh orgasm of the night, you think. it was all such a blur. you don’t even remember your eyes rolling to the back of your head or your nails scratching your skin and his. 

you don’t remember his sweet voice telling you that you did so good and that you were his good girl. 

you don’t remember him carrying you bridal style to the bathroom to get washed up. 

you don’t remember him sitting in the water with you in his lap humming lullabies. 

you don’t remember him dressing you in nightwear and carrying you to bed. 

you don’t remember the kiss that he gave you before he dozed off. 

you don’t remember how he held you in his arms, whispering words of assurance in your ear. 

but, you do in fact remember one thing: he loves you dearly.