#Kyojuro Rengoku x y/n

[bennysblabbering]

Change of Plans

Kinktober: "Breeding" || Kyojuro Rengoku x reader

contents: hashira!reader, wholesome sex, love-making, creampie

words: 1.2k

g/n afab reader

↓ Ficlet below the cut ↓

The soft pillows meet the back of your head as your husband sets you down gently, strong arms wrapped around your waist as he places loving kisses along your neck. All day you’d been giving him that look whenever you could catch his eye during meetings and group training, and you giggled as his cheeks got redder every time. When you woke up that morning, you could tell you were ovulating by the way you immediately craved your husband’s touch and attention, but you knew you’d have to wait until the evening as you both had busy schedules ahead of you. After an agonizingly long day of yearning gazes and cravings from afar, you two had headed home; the eager man instantly picked you up and carried you to the bedroom the moment your front door was shut. 

He parts his lips from your neck, smiling against your skin and humming. “I’ve been waiting for this all day, my darling. You know exactly what you’re doing when you look at me like that.” You giggle, running your hands over his toned bare back- both of you had already completely stripped fairly quickly after getting home and couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. 

He moves his face upward to meet his plush lips with yours, your faces sensually meeting with passion as he reaches downward to knead at your chest. He gently rubs your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, his erection twitching as you moan into the kiss from the sensation. Your hands stroke up and down his muscular body, exploring his back and torso; even though you’d grown more than familiar with every inch of his body, it still felt exhilarating to touch his perfect figure. A figure that was all yours. Every time you saw his strong and sculpted body, you thanked every god above that you had the privilege of getting fucked by this man on the regular. 

He exhales from his nose as he pulls away from the kiss, his sunset eyes half-lidded and gazing at you with such enamor that only a husband could express. “I can’t wait any longer, angel…I need to make love to you.”

A warm blush spreads across your cheeks as your expression matches his and you nod. “Go ahead…I want to feel you inside me.” 

Humming, he lines his cock up with your entrance, thrusting in with ease due to your soaking wet cunt. You moan loudly from the satisfaction of finally being filled by your husband after waiting all day to have sex with him; he always took such good care of you and made sure you felt satisfied. You gasp and wrap your arms around his neck as he bottoms out inside you, the both of you groaning in satisfaction of the tight fit. 

“Ohhh Kyo…y’feel so good…”

He chuckles a bit in reply. “My love, I haven’t even started moving yet.”

“Sooooo? Still feels good. Been waiting hours for this. Been thinking about it all day.”

“Oh, have you?” He playfully smirks as he starts to move his hips back and forth, leaning down to speak softly into your ear. “You’ve been waiting all day to feel me inside you? Is it so satisfying to finally have what you’ve been craving for so long?” 

You card your weakening fingers through his golden locks, nodding with your jaw slack. “M’ovulating. Ever since I woke up I’ve been wanting your attention n��hands on me. And cock inside me.”

He gives your earlobe a playful nip before peppering small kisses down your jaw and neck, moving a bit faster with his hips as his hands wander over your bare body. “Well now you can have all of those. I’m glad I can too, you’ve been making me crazy. You know exactly what you’ve been doing, haven’t you?”

Your moans increase in volume as he picks up the pace, and you chuckle from his question. “Of course. Gotta make you want it just as bad as I do.” Your body is shoved back and forth from the force of his thrusts, and your coherent thinking starts to slip away as all you can focus on is the feeling of your loving husband’s hard cock drilling into you. 

Your ovulation starts to grab a hold of your thoughts and you begin to think about what sex’s actual intended purpose is, the reason you get so horny during this part of your cycle- for making a baby. You two had briefly discussed the idea of having kids off and on, deciding that if it happens it happens, and you wouldn’t go out of your way to try for one. But right now, as your hormones run rampant through your body, your instincts naturally crave your husband’s seed.

Your round doe eyes look up at him with all the love in the world as each thrust forces a whimper from your throat, and the words escape your mouth before you can even think about it.

“Kyojuro….breed me…”

His brows raise in surprise and a deep red blush spreads across his face as he slows down a bit, but doesn’t stop. “B…breed you?”

You can feel a heat creeping onto your face, a blush adorning your expression to match his. You really just said that, didn’t you? Well…he doesn’t seem to dislike the idea. You gulp and nod, gently chewing on your bottom lip as you continue to give him the same loving gaze. “W-wanna…make a baby…fill me with your seed…”

His lips turn up into a grin as he stops for a moment. Pulling out of you, he folds your legs further, your thighs parallel to your abdomen and your legs in the air as he pins you into a mating press. After a second, he starts to absolutely pound into your pussy with a passionate vigor. “Who am I to deny my loving spouse what they want, hm? If you want to be bred, then breed you I will. I’ll get you pregnant, my love.”

You go completely silent as you claw at his back with rolled eyes and your mouth open, tongue hung out like a puppy. Now that he was into it, you had a one-track mind; your womb craved your husband’s warm cum to fill you up and impregnate you. It felt so perfectly primal to be fucked so hard and so lovingly with the goal of breeding in mind, every inward thrust sucked in so eagerly by your sensitive walls. Pathetic whines escape your throat as he’s railing you and you can feel your orgasm approaching fast.

“Kyo…Kyo, baby, I’m gonna cum…”

“I am too. Cum with me, darling.”

Your body tenses as you feel the pleasure wash through you, and your husband’s body stills, his brows furrowing and balls emptying themselves into you to give you every single drop of cum he has. Your bodies synchronize in a numb and warm glow, your climaxes unifying your bodies as they combine in a sexual euphoria. 

Staying inside you, he sits up a bit to help your legs back into a lying position, massaging any soreness out of your thighs and hips. He lays on top of you, making himself comfortable as you embrace each other with a loving smile on both of your faces.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, darling. You’re going to be a great father.”

[luxthestrange]

KNY Incorrect quotes#99 Red chicks

I love the idea some other artists have done of...Rengoku is surviving and helping out in Red District with you and the boys...

Man*Whistling at You and Inosuke*

Inosuke: What's up, money? You got a problem? What you looking at my ass for? No, yo, hold my boys!*Handing Tanjiro a zenitsu to you and Kyojuro*HOLD MY MANJIRO AND ZENTSU!-Eyo What's up? Y'all got a problem? Y'all want some of this? You want some of this, punk? What, boy? -l'll take the both of you!?!-

Kyojuro: Cut it out-

Inosuke: He was looking at my ass like I'm a girl!

Uzui: You are a girl! And you better start acting like one or you're going to be an unemployed girl-

Man2*Who is into...buff woman* Damn, I'd sure like to cut that cake~*Looking at Kyojuro*

Kyojuro:...

Uzui:...*Covering the eyes of the kids and backing away*

Y/n*Smiles, eye twitching cracking your knuckles, and standing protectively in front of Kyojuro who is in drag,Handing him your hairclip*Yo, hold this! Hey, you trying to look at her lumps? I'll pull off my G-string and handle mine!

[miiiturix]

Being serious hits different

[kyojurokoibito]

Can you do a small fabric like if kyojuro and yn had a sleepover and when he woke up he found her in a towel getting her Uniform from the closet? (No pressure tho love the work❗💚💚

Pairing(s): kyojuro rengoku x reader

Kao's Note(s): established relationship between kyo and reader; this was fun lmao XD

the warm rays of the sun hitting your face was always a pleasant way to wake up. a bush warbler's sweet song could be heard from you resting position on the futon. a yawn leaves your lips as you rub the sleep from your dreary eyes.

just as you were about to get up and start your day, a familiar arm snaked its way around your waist, tightening it's grip. a quiet giggle rippled in your throat as you felt your beloved nuzzle into the back of your head.

"mmmm...mm' goin," kyojuro sleepily mumbled into your disheveled hair.

any other morning, kyojuro was the one to wake up first. however, when it comes to initimate nights at your estate like the one before, you both slept soundly. kyojuro normally woke up before you, continuing his aftercare from the night before, but you happen to wake up before him this morning.

"we gotta get ready kyo," you paused to turn in his arms before brushing his hair from his face. "the master called for us to discuss the boy from mt. natagumo, remember?"

kyojuro hummed, leaning into the warmth of your hand while giving you a closed-eyed smile, opting to rest a bit more before getting up.

after maneuvering from beneath his arm–which he protested against–you made your way to the bathhouse that was in the back of your estate to wash up before the meeting.

after a quick wash, you emerged from the warm water before wrapping a towel around torso, the fluffy material stopping half way down your thighs. you made your way back to your room, going to your closet in search of your uniform and haori. expecting for kyojuro to still be asleep, you were unaware of the lingering eyes ogling at your a figure.

after a while, you gathered your clothes into your arms before turning around and locking eyes with kyojuro.

you blinked once. twice. three times.

"AHHHHH!!!"

you clumsily tugged the haori over your body, closing it around yourself. "KYOJURO, H-HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN AWAKE?!?!?!"

"hm," the flame hashira smiled innocently. "i have been awake since you left!"

"w-well why didn't you say anything when I got back?! you were just staring at me?!?!" you squeezed your eyes shut, turning uour back to him in an attempt to mask your embarrassment.

"i'm afraid i do not see the issue," kyojuro stood from his spot, making his way over to you. "i have seen you naked many times, love! just last night we–"

"SHUSH!" you covered your face with one of your hands while swatting him with the other one, paying no mind the rustling that coming from his direction. "that's different!"

"oh? how so?"

"well you see...it's because...it's just..." you finally turned towards him. "IT JUST IS OKAY?!?!" you paused....

"KYO WHY ARE YOU NAKED TOO?!?!"

"i thought you were embarrassed being the only one bare," he proudly spread his arms before engulfing you in a hug, adding to your flustered state. "you are not alone! we are now naked together!"

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!"

"it is alright, my love, i am with you!"

"OKAY OKAY W-WHATEVER J-JUST PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!!!"

[gamergirl-niffler]

Hello! Hope you are having a nice day! May I request for a Kyojuro and/or Haganezuka x fem!reader (separately) who is particulary clingy and loving with them?

I did my best! I hope you will enjoy it! 💗💗

Kyojuro/Haganezuka with clingy fem!reader

🔥Kyojuro Rengoku🔥

‌This man is just as clingy as you are!

Of course, he is clingy! He is in love and there is no better way to show it. All Kyojuro wants to do is to spend every possible moment, having you as close as possible.

‌Cuddles are must for the both of you

It doesn't matter if it's you hugging him or him hanging on you. Both of you love cuddles because there is nothing better than the warm embrace of a loved person.

Kyojuro loves to hug you tightly after every mission, your closeness is the best reward. This feels wonderful when the mission was successful, if it wasn't... Kyojuro will cling onto you. Just be there for him and hold him tight.

He will do the same for you. Every achievement of yours, big or small, is worthy of a tight hug.

The same happens when suddenly fortune turns on you. You can cry all you want, and he will hold you to maybe make it a little better, to show that you are safe and loved.

‌BIG on PDA!

He is not ashamed to show off his love to you.

You can be doing something, maybe talking to other Hashiras or simply enjoying the day, and suddenly Kyojuro is holding your hand, kissing your cheek or forehead, wrapping his arm around you.

Walking hand in hand with you makes him feel proud! Look everyone! I love and I am loved!

By being clingy, he shows his affection... But sometimes jealousy as well.

Of course, trust is a big foundation of your relationship. He trusts you, and you trust him.

But even jealousy manage to sneak between the two of you.

You are talking to Tengen a bit too enthusiastically and a little bit too long? Kyo is there to give you a kiss or simply hug you... Just in case.

You aren't any better! Let's be honest, Kyojuro's beauty is unusual, which draws attention... Female attention…

Once you notice some girl showing interest in your man, you are glued to him! Just nuzzling to him with Innocent smile, showing that he is taken.

‌Bed cuddles! 

Those are MUST just as the regular ones! Both of you get ready for bed and it's a cuddle time.

You are the little spoon because holding you like this gives him the feeling he is fulfilling his duties as a caring partner. Having you close and drifting off to sleep after a hard day is a dream come true.

Morning cuddles are just as fun! Both of you are just as sleepy, muttering a quiet 'good morning' and arguing about five more minutes!

He is just a big teddy bear that loves to hug and be hugged.

🔪Hotaru Haganezuka🔪

‌He hates how clingy you are... But he secretly loves it…

Hotaru isn't the most clingy person. There are stuff more important to do than cuddling all the goddamn time!

On the other hand... He will never admit to it, but he actually enjoys it.

He didn't experience much of a love in his life, not to mention he is kinda difficult person to be around. You are a little miracle that decided to give him a chance, and all those little actions from you feel so good and warm. 

‌Cuddles are a must for you... For him, not really.

Don't get him wrong! He loves it so much... But he isn't going to show it. 

Hotaru will even complain and give you a little grimace, but never push you away, accepting every hug you are willing to give him when the two of you are out of your house.

BUUUUUUUT

It is so much different when the two of you stay home. He will take it all without a word of complaint. You can hang on him whole day and he will even return some hugs.

PDA is not for him...

He is a specific person, he doesn't like to draw much attention to himself or you, so PDA is out of the question.

Let's be honest, there also isn't much need for it. Everyone knows you are his S/O and no one really wants to get into a fight with him.

Sometimes he gets soft

There are days when even he needs some love.

During those days he actually enjoys how clingy you are, and he is just as clingy back. 

He hugs you back and lets you play with his hair, actually whatever you want, you can do and will not hear a word against it. 

Of course, all of this only at your shared house.

Bed cuddles! 

Firstly, you have to get him to bed!

Once it's done, and he is calm, it's so much nicer. 

Hotaru wraps his strong arms around you and cuddles you to sleep, letting you do the same since you love it so much and how can you say no to that?!

In the morning, he is actually more clingy than you are. 

He pulls you back to bed when you try to get up, muttering things like. "Come back here" or "You are staying with me for a bit more."

There is no way to escape his grasps, both arms around you and face hidden in your neck make it impossible to leave the bed. You are his favorite little spoon.

[daisies-daydreams]

Like Father, Like Daughter (Papa!Kyojuro Rengoku Drabble)

Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku x Wife!Reader Category: Fluff Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Parenting, Married Life, Toddlers Word Count: 696 Summary: Your toddler, Kaori, starts to repeat a familiar phrase. A/N: I loved writing for Papa!Gyomei, so I thought I’d write for Kyojuro, too. I hope you enjoy!

”Tasty!” you heard your daughter’s small, squeaky voice blast from the kitchen table. You stopped chopping carrots for the curry as you peeked over your shoulder. A small smile crossed your features as you watched her take another mandarin slice and pop it into her mouth.

“Tasty!” she shouted again, her golden and crimson eyes lighting up with joy. You chuckled softly as you watched her continue to munch on her snack, echoing the familiar phrase said by her father.

“Kaori, where did you learn that word, hm?” you asked with a soft grin. Your daughter giggled as she held the vibrant mandarin slice in her hand.

“I learned it from Papa!” she squealed and raised her hands. You chuckled at the innocent twinkle in her eye.

“I see,” you hummed. As if on cue, the front door to your home opened with a small creak. Your eyes lit up as you watched your husband lumber through the doorway and gently press a kiss to Kaori’s tuft of messy, golden hair.

“Hello, sunshine,” he beamed. “Did you make sure Mama stayed out of trouble today?” your husband asked as his gaze shifted over to you. You rolled your eyes and chuckled as he flashed you a quick wink.

“Uh-huh! She was super good today. She didn’t even sing once!” Kaori chirped innocently. Your eye twitched as Kyojuro’s booming laugh nearly rattled the walls. He ruffled Kaori’s hair as his chuckling died down.

“Honest as ever. Never change that about yourself, Kaori,” he said. Your daughter beamed at Kyojuro’s praise before he locked eyes with you. You turned back to stirring the curry as you heard his heavy footsteps echo against the hardwood floor.

“Hello, my beautiful wife,” Kyojuro murmured as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You smiled as you felt his lips ghost over your cheek.

“Hello, my handsome husband,” you giggled as he pecked the side of your face. Kyojuro sighed softly as he rested his chin on your shoulder, his gaze lingering on the bubbling stew before you.

“Busy day at the station, hm?” you asked. Your husband closed his eyes as his grip on your waist tightened.

“You could say that,” he said, his enthusiastic tone faltering ever so slightly. You frowned and gently laid a hand over his.

“Why don’t we focus on dinner for now, hm?” you suggested with a soft, reassuring smile. Kyojuro’s grin returned as he gave a firm nod.

“Yes...thank you, my love,” he beamed and pressed a gentle kiss to your neck. You gasped and squirmed.

“Kyo,” you whispered loudly before shifting your eyes to Kaori. A small blush dusted over your husband’s cheeks before he cleared his throat.

“Ah, forgive me my flame. Sometimes I just can’t help myself,” he rumbled in your ear as his hand fell to your hip. You stifled a small squeak before you heard Kaori pipe up.

“Mama, is dinner ready yet?” she asked. You and your husband chuckled.

“Almost, Kaori,” you replied. You stirred the curry a bit more before sighing and tapping the wooden spoon against the pot. Kyojuro smiled as he helped you serve and carry the bowls over to the table.

“So, Kaori was using a new favorite word today,” you said to Kyojuro as the two of you sat at the table. Kaori squealed excitedly before she gently blew on her spoonful of food. Kyojuro raised his thick, dark brows as he held his hand up, cupping it against his mouth.

“It’s not a swear word, is it?” he whispered from across the table. You chuckled and shook your head before Kaori took a bite, letting the food linger before her eyes widened.

“Mmm! Tasty!” she shouted and wiggled in her seat. Kyojuro nearly flinched in his chair before a wide smile grew across his face. Kaori squealed as he picked her up and spun her in his arms.

"My goodness! She certainly takes after her Papa, doesn't she?" he chuckled softly as he held the giggling toddler in his arms. You smiled warmly, your heart glowing at the sight of your little one in her papa's arms.

"She sure does," you cooed.

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[sunandflame]

OMG, saw your message. I'd love a Rengoku x fem!reader first kiss outside his house drabble would be nice. Also a little bit of body exploring as they kiss...wild it out, please. Thank you❤️

Warnings: fluff, suggestive Word Count: 882 Pairing: Kyojuro x Fem!Reader

Sweet Lips

For days you had given him signs, for days you had done what any woman would do, so their beloved one would kiss them. Maintaining eye contact, staring repeatedly onto their lips and so much more. You had done all these things. Giving him all the signals so your boyfriend would initiate the first kiss, but Kyojuro was blind to all of them.

This made you doubt whether your Hashira boyfriend was really that intelligent, but you knew better. Of course he was. He was one of the smartest people you ever met, he was just a little bit dense when it comes to intimacy as it seems. You immediately felt guilty for thinking that way, it was just so frustrating that you needed to sigh.

“My flame, is everything alright? You seem upset.” 

Of course he had noticed your exasperated sigh. How could he not? “Oh it’s nothing…” You hung your head and didn’t dare to look at his face. The two of you were on a walk, so it was easier to hide your blushing face. You didn't like lying, but you couldn't tell him the truth either. Suddenly you felt his warm hand around yours. His face was dangerously close to yours. 

“What are you hiding from me?” He looked at you with his large and beautiful golden-red eyes that always fascinated you.

“It’s-” nothing. Was it really that? You wanted to be kissed by him so badly that your whole body burned and longed for it. I want you to kiss me! These were the words you wanted to scream, but you couldn't bring it out of your mouth until he came even closer to you. “K-Kyojuro-san…” You looked up at him with a flush on your face and you didn’t know what came over you but you shyly dared to place your lips at the corner of his mouth.

He looked at you with wide eyes and you felt the embarrassment taking over. Oh god, what have you done? What if he didn't want that at all? “Kyojuro, I’m sorry-” But he didn’t let you finish. You didn't know what happened, but suddenly you found yourself pressed against a tree and your face in his hands. 

“Will you allow me to kiss you back?”

Without hesitation, you nodded, already closing your eyes. It was gentle at first, just a soft peck, and yet it felt like a blessing. Something like relief that made the butterflies dance in your stomach. He let go and kissed you again and this time a light sigh escaped your lips that stirred something in both of you. It encouraged him to slowly nudge his tongue against yours. A dance of tongues ensued and you felt the heat and desire flaring up and literally making your knees weak.

You clung to him. Your hands sought support on his broad shoulders because his kisses became more demanding and his lips now moved from your lips down to your neck where he placed open mouthed kisses, tasting you. God, that feels so good. Kyojuro seemed to enjoy it too, especially when your hands moved from his shoulders up, reaching into his soft blonde waves.

“Kyojuro~” Your sigh turned into a moan and you heard him respond with a groan. His hands moved impatiently to your lower back where he pressed you against his blazing hot body.

You liked it. And you wanted more.

Eagerly, your hands pulled at the top of his uniform so you could snake your fingers under the shirt, where you placed your hand on his abs and spread your fingers. A slight gasp escaped him but he seemed to enjoy it, so your hands didn't pull away and continued to caress him. It was beguiling to explore him in such a way.

But it wasn't just your hands that wanted to explore. You felt his big hand moving up, cupping your breast.

A few things happened at the same time. A moan escaped his throat as your fingertips brushed his nipple and he automatically squeezed your tit that also made you moan. Gods, you were so wet down there that you were sure you would be leaking into your pants soon.

It was captivating getting closer to each other this way and getting to know each other in such an intimate way and yet-

“Kyo-” You tried to come up with a sensible sentence, but it was hard when he was kissing you so hungrily. “Kyojuro.” Your index finger was on his lips and he looked at you in surprise. His hair was disheveled and his cheeks had a reddish glow. All indicators of his desire for you.

“Did I do something wrong?” His eyes were now wide as he looked at you slightly unsettled. It was just as much the first time for him as it was for you. “No, no, but I think we should stop here or continue somewhere else. Somewhere where we don't risk getting caught.”

You gave him a small smile to reassure him that he did nothing wrong.

“Oh yeah, that would be a problem.” He smiled back, resting his forehead against yours. “We definitely should move it somewhere private. I am itching to find out if you taste this sweet everywhere on your body.”

[mamayan]

★Mouthy☆

Kyojuro Rengoku x GN! Reader

tw: NSFW • Oral (M) • Praise • Overstimulation • Deep Throating • Marriage



You stared silently out into the court yard, eyes flicking back and forth like a pendulum.

The autumn air was just becoming crisp, leaves dotted with signs of changing colors, vibrant greens, yellows, oranges, and reds painting the trees. You tightened the blanket draped around your shoulders, keeping in the warmth as you watch Kyojuro and Senjuro dance with their wooden blades.

Despite the cooling temperatures, Kyojuro had forgone his top in favor of flexing his sweat coated muscles.

His younger image likely dressed too warmly, and the one to blame was you of course. He seemed cold this morning, and you’d pushed him to add layers in case he caught a cold. Now you wondered if you accidentally aided in some sort of punishment, Kyojuro’s strikes more harsh than usual as they spare.

Senjuro is no where near his older brother’s level, too cautious and overthinking each little movement until he’s late in reacting. You wince as Senjuro is struck again, though you know Kyojuro withholds nearly all force in favor of tapping his brother to bring awareness to his openings.

Kyojuro looks frustrated though, despite his smile and blazing eyes focused on the training and quality time with his brother, he’s radiating a tension even Senjuro notices.

He’d returned from a mission almost a week ago, having been gone for a month hunting a particularly elusive demon, and he’d been silent. He’d merely come through the door and grasped onto you like a life line, holding you so tight you worried he’d crush you, but staying still and pliant because he needed it.

He’s become more vocal and active as the days went by, refusing to acknowledge your worries when you brought up his shifted behavior.

He’s been placating you for an entire week, but it’s not difficult to see he’s bothered by whatever happened during that month.

He just normally opens up to you.

“Right! Senjuro, practice your stance again, you need to keep your stamina up even when feeling exhausted!” Kyojuro kindly fixes his form, and renews Senjuro’s confidence. He still can’t help but ask, the younger brother more sensitive than the older.

“Brother? Is everything… alright?” Kyojuro’s smile wavers for a fraction, before he’s yanking his lips back up into a familiar smile as he chuckles and lands a pat to Senjuro’s back.

“I’m good! I’m going to train hard too!” It’s as if he’s trying to convince himself, and Senjuro’s face likely matches your own twisting into disbelief.

Ever the patient and respectful child though, the smaller male relents with a small bow, returning to his stances.

Your eyes don’t leave his figure even as he tries to ignore you and walk past to gather his top. He seemed to have forgotten who he left his actual blade with though, the katana resting across your lap as you cock a brow at his sheepish expression as he comes your way now.

“My love, as beautiful and blazing as—,” you cut him off with a raised hand, finger pointed up to the sky as you frown.

“Our room please.” You sigh softly, standing up and leading the way inside while Kyojuro sits to take off his shoes. He quickly catches up, legs carrying him faster as he closes in just at your back, quiet and almost solemn as you slide the shoji open.

Your shared bedroom is neat and tidy, decorated by fine furniture gifted for your wedding and calligraphy drawn by Ubuyashiki-sama and even your father in law Shinjuro himself.

You turn, not moving back even as his close proximity startles you. He’s not giving you any space as you both stand in the doorway. Your eyes flick up, taking in his impassive expression, nearly as flat as Tomioka-san.

It’s not like him in the least, especially if he’s not honest how he’s truly feeling.

His hands are clenched into fists, and you have enough of an idea to figure out your sweet husband is angry.

He’s frustrated and mad at something or himself, and he’s bottling it up.

You reach both hands out, cupping one of his clenched fists to curl around and lift to your lips where you place a chaste yet suggestive kiss on the knuckle.

You tug him into the room, his eyes hot as he stares at you, follows your lead even as you turn him and push him into the chair you use at your vanity. The memories of him learning how to draw your brows at this very spot will last forever, sweetening your heart as you sink down to your knees in front of him.

He looks confused now, brows furrowed and a bit irritated.

“Flame, get off the ground, it’s too cold now to be playing on the floor.” You roll your eyes at his pandering tone, realizing this situation is more dire than you expected. He’s nagging you.

“But if I’m not on the ground, how am I supposed to please you?” You ignore his tone, purring your words seductively as you let your hands smooth up from his knees to his upper thighs.

His eyes widen, mouth parting slight but he’s not objecting as you tug at his pants, happy he’s already bare from the waist up for you.

You’re happy to remain clothed, eyes narrowing in delight as he obeys and slips his belt off and lets his bottoms drop.

You drink in the sight of your husband’s strong muscular thighs, taunt with tension and leading up to his now slightly chubby cock, seeming to awaken with your invitation.

You smirk, slyly looking up at him as he sits back down, eyes hooded but lips still pulled tight into a line. His facial expression is tight, jaw clenched and restrained.

“Do you want this love?” You whisper like it’s a secret between you both, leaning your torso into his lap as you let one hand palm his warm growing erection, aiding in the blood flow and you curl your fingers around it and pump him languidly. “Do you want me to use my mouth and kiss it better?” You’re soft and gentle as you leave wet kisses across his thighs, eagerly sliding in between his thighs he spreads for you, letting you come closer and kiss the soft tip of his now engorged rod. His scent is musky and earthy, his sweat and earlier workout only making it more noticeable as you rub your thighs together greedily.

“Or…” he groans as you lick from the base to the tip, swirling your tongue around his frenulum and lavishing it with saliva to trickle down.

You move back down to his inner thigh, looking up as he stares down with flushed features, smile dripping honey just for him.

“Would you rather fuck my mouth and use me?” You bite deep into his thigh, his sharp hiss and flinch almost violent as he jerks, one hand twisting into your hair and jerking you up and off the abused flesh from between your teeth. “Fuck—!” He growls furiously, face twisted into a grimace as he eyes you with a dangerous gleam.

“You’re asking for it flame,” his tone is dark and no none sense despite the tight smile on his face.

And with your own mischievous smile, you nod, agreeing.

“I am.”

He grunts, a deep groan vibrating in his chest as he drinks in the sight of you on your knees before him. Each gurgle and gag punctuated by a wet slap and squelch as he sinks into your warm little mouth, cock twitching as he grips your face with both hands and works his hips deeper. “You’re doing so good firefly,” he’s delirious and overstimulated, cock aching for rest like your tear and cum stained face was. He couldn’t stop, you wouldn’t let him, every time he pulled out after coming down your throat or on your pretty face, your lips and hands would chase him and have him hard again too quickly. The desperation and affection you seemed determined to shower him with driving him to the brink of madness. His hips bucked, pushing down your sore burning throat as he moans, huffing as he notices the room became humid with the heat radiating off you both. His glutes burn too, muscles straining from his earlier workout and now this, sensitive tip still eagerly bullying into your mouth as your tired tongue moves to lick and cheeks hallow to suck.

Drool and cum mix around your lips and drip down your chin onto your nice kimono, but he can’t find it in himself to care, captivated by the erotic image of you covered in his release. He knows you’re tired, smaller hands digging into his thigh for purchase and he uses your face like a sex toy, titling your head a little to the left to rub at the inside of your cheek as his hips spasm in pleasure.

“Yes— ah, just like that and I’ll cum again, but you’d like that won’t you?” He’s normally never this rough and unyielding, always so careful with you like your porcelain he could shatter. His eyes are hazy and lustful, so transfixed by the sight of you swallowing his cock it left him breathless as he works towards another release.

“Do you want to taste me little flame? Or should I paint this pretty face again?” With his thumb he smears some still wet cum from earlier across your cheek, tapping his dick through the skin and moaning as you suckle greedily, teary eyed and pupils blown as you stare up at him. He chuckles, “In your mouth then,” he hisses, chills nearly forcing him to his knees shooting down his spine as his balls draw tight and he comes, groin pressing up against your nose, public hair tickling and distracting as he twitched and spurts his load down your throat.

He holds for just a second longer than usual, letting you cough and gag before he pulls out and yanks your face up.

“Open for me,” he orders gently, grinning as you do and show you swallowed every drop.

“So good for me,” he coos, leaning down and filling your mouth with his own wiggling muscle, as if to ignite your arousal higher with his filthy kiss. When he pulls back, he catches the string of saliva connecting you both for a second, feeling his cock twitch again as he drinks in your swollen puffy lips, where his cock had been between just moments ago.

Where he wants to be again now.

He tries to step back, give you space to think and breathe, but you just crawl closer again. Pressing your lovely face up against his thigh, begging him to slip his cock back into your awaiting mouth.

“Kyo~” your hoarse tone is so sexy he almost moans, loving how it’s all because of him.

“Take a break for me firefly, I need you awake tonight. I need to apologize to you—tsk, really?” Your hair is once again caught and pulled tight, his face scrunching in irritation and disbelief as he looks as the visible bite mark now resting freshly renewed on his inner thigh.

“Fine little flame, but don’t cry to me later,” he grits his teeth, cock already hard as he taps the tip against your closed smiling lips.

“Open that pretty mouth, I’ll show you why biting there isn’t nice.”

You do, with glittering eyes matching his own now, you open nice and wide as he works his thick rod back into your throat while your eyes roll back in bliss.

You awake the next morning a bit achy, jaw and throat sore but as your eyes flutter open, the soft smile of your husband greets you.

“Good morning my love,” he’s holding a tray, tea and breakfast present. “I thought this might help ease the soreness… would you like to eat?” Your heart warms, smile blossoming as he matches yours now, happiness radiating off him.

You both enjoy a lazy breakfast in bed together, chatting of this and that, until you’re both laying down, heads turned to look at one another.

He looks away, frowning for a moment, but seeming to steel himself as he looks back to you.

“I’d like to talk now…” your hand brushes his, his fingers quick to snag yours as he intertwines them.

You listen, even if his words bring sorrow and pain, because you’re content to share with him in everything.

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[hinatastinygiant]

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: eclipsed encounters :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

sun and moon (fem!reader x rengoku)

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The battlefield is chaos.

You don't hear the clash of steel against claws, nor the earth-shattering laughter and roars of the demon as it narrows in on you and Kyojuro. There's no time to focus on the sounds around you- not when the demon you're facing is so impossibly fast.

Kyojuro moves like wildfire, his blade in a beautiful arc of light that illuminates the dust-filled air. You stay close, weaving through with precise movements. For each powerful blow he strikes, you're there to cover his blind spots, deflecting the demon's slashing claws.

But you know this can't last.

You can feel it in your bones, the way the air feels heavier with every breath you take. This isn't a battle you'll walk away from.

Still, when Kyojuro glances back at you- his golden eyes blazing with the same determination- you force yourself to smile. He needs your strength. And if this is how it ends, you'll be content knowing you're fighting at his side.

Because wherever Kyojuro goes, you follow.

You first noticed the ache in your chest in a quiet village about a year ago.

It wasn't an injury. No demon had struck you, and there was no visible wound at all. But when you caught sight of Kyojuro, standing tall and bright as ever as he spoke to a woman from the village, something inside you twisted.

She was leaning toward him, her hand brushing his arm as she laughed at something he'd said. Kyojuro didn't pull away, though he didn't encourage her either- his focus was on the questions he was asking about recent demon sightings.

You knew there was no reason to feel this way. Kyojuro was always respectful, always professional. He wasn't interested in the woman. But still, the sight of them together made your stomach churn.

"Excuse me?"

The villager in front of you cleared his throat, dragging you out of your thoughts. Heat rushed to your face as you realized you'd missed what he was saying.

"Oh, I'm sorry," you said quickly, bowing your head. "Could you please repeat that? My mind was wandering."

The man didn't seem too offended, smiling at you as he repeated the information he'd given you earlier, recounting the details of a strange disappearance near the forest's edge. You nodded along, forcing yourself to focus on his words, though your gaze drifted back to Kyojuro more than once.

He caught your eye at one point, tilting his head in a silent question. You smiled back at him and shook your head, waving a hand in reassurance. It was nothing.

But the ache in your chest told you that it was definitely something.

That was the first night you laid awake, staring up at the stars. Your thoughts kept wandering back to Kyojuro. How handsome he was, his golden eyes burning like a summer sunrise. The way his hair flowed around his face like fire, his laugh warm and bright.

And then there was the time the two of you sat alone in the grassy field at night after a long mission.

His legs were crossed, the glow of the small campfire painting his features warmly. You sat across from him, tending to your sword and trying not to stare too much.

"You're quiet tonight," he said, breaking the silence.

You glanced up, startled to find his gaze fixed on you. "Am I not usually?"

He laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You are," he admits, "but this feels different."

"Sorry." You shifted, looking back down at the sword in your lap. "I guess I'm just tired."

"Hmm." He looked up at the night sky, watching the stars for a moment before turning back to you. "Are you sure nothing's on your mind?"

You hesitated, weighing your words before speaking. "I was just thinking... You never seem to be afraid. Even in our worst battles, you're always so sure of yourself. How do you do that?"

His smile softened, his usual cheerfulness giving way to something calmer. "Fear is natural, Y/N," he said. "But so is hope. And if I can hold onto that hope- even in the darkest of moments- then I can keep moving forward."

You stared at him, watching the reflection of the firelight dancing in his eyes, and wondered if he even realized just how much his presence meant to you.

"You're amazing, Kyojuro," you said softly, holding his gaze.

He looked surprised, his lips parting slightly as a light flush rose to his cheeks. But then he smiled, the familiar warmth returning to his eyes. "And you," he said, his voice steady as he spoke, "are stronger than you think."

After that, it became easier to admit to yourself just how much he meant to you. But it wasn't until you had gotten back to the Rengoku estate that you both started to act differently around each other.

The courtyard had been quiet, only lit by the glow of the moon. You sat on the edge of the stone wall near the koi pond, listening to the distant chirping of crickets and the soft trickle of water when he came to sit beside you, his arms resting on his knees.

You looked over at him quietly, observing how his haori was draped loosely around his shoulders, his fiery hair almost muted in the moonlight.

"You're not tired?" he'd asked, his voice warm and low, breaking the silence.

"Not yet," you replied, watching the ripples in the pond again as a fish rises to the surface. "It's peaceful here."

"It is," he agreed, his gaze landing on you.

You could feel him watching you, but you kept your eyes on the water, your hands fidgeting slightly in your lap. His presence had always been comforting, but this night felt different- heavier, more charged.

"Hmm," He leaned closer, his shoulder brushing yours lightly. "Are you alright?"

You inhaled sharply, the subtle contact sent your thoughts into a spiral. You'd suddenly become aware of how close he was, the faint scent of pine and something smoky clinging to him. "Yes, I'm fine. Was just thinking, is all."

"And what are you thinking about?" he asked, his voice even quieter this time.

"Nothing important," you lied as you attempted to ignore the hammering in your chest.

"Everything you think is important," he said firmly, as though it's an undeniable truth.

You turned to him fully, your lips parted in protest, but the words died in your throat when you saw the look in his eyes. His usual cheerfulness was absent, replaced by something softer.

The world around you seemed to fall away. The air felt warmer, the night quieter, and all you could hear was the faint rustle of his haori as he leaned closer. His gaze dropped to your lips, lingering there for just a moment before returning to your eyes.

"Kyojuro..." you whispered, unsure of what you were doing.

He tilted his head slightly, his breath warm against your cheek, and for a fleeting second, you thought he was going to kiss you.

"Kyojuro."

The voice cut through the moment like a blade. You both turned sharply toward the source, and your heart sank when you saw his father standing at the edge of the courtyard, his expression displeased.

"Shouldn't my son know better than to give his tsugoku the wrong ideas?"

The disappointment in his tone was obvious, and it sent a jolt of shame through your body.

You stood up quickly, bowing your head to him. "I'm sorry, sir. It was my fault. I-"

"Come inside, Kyojuro," he said, his tone cold. His eyes flicked to you briefly before returning to Kyojuro. "There's something we need to discuss."

"Of course," he replied, his voice steady, despite a slight edge.

He then rose to his feet. "I'll see you later, okay?" he said softly, his voice for your ears alone.

You nodded, though the moment felt irreparably broken.

As he followed his father inside, you were left standing in the courtyard, staring at the pond and wondering what might have been.

That's all there was.

Because now the demon is moving in a blur of motion, striking toward Kyojuro with deadly precision.

You decide not to think- just act.

Your body moves as if on instinct, placing yourself between him and the blow. The impact sends pain ripping through your chest, but you don't let it show.

His shout of anger and anguish fills your ears, but you force yourself to look up at him, your hand trembling as it presses against the blood gushing from the wound.

"It's fine," you say, though it comes out as a wheeze.

"Y/N..." he says, his voice low.

But you don't let him finish, your body still moving. Your blade slices through the demon's arm, severing the limb. Kyojuro doesn't take the opening you've created for granted. He moves past you, his blade singing through the air.

A single clean strike to the neck is all it takes to end the demon's life.

The fight is over.

You watch him move through the haze, his blade flashing as he slices the demon's head off, leaving no room for doubt.

It's finally over.

Your vision goes dark, your knees hitting the ground. The impact should hurt, but you're numb, the world slipping away from you.

And then his hands are on your face, his voice sounding so far away. You blink up at him, the edges of his figure blurry and unfocused.

"Kyo," you say, tasting blood. "Are you... okay?"

"Shh." He's speaking quickly, his words running together. "Y/N, don't speak. Don't move. Help is coming. Everything is going to be fine."

"I'm sorry." You struggle to keep your eyes open, your breathing becoming ragged.

"It's not your fault," he says, his voice strained. "This was a dangerous mission. We both knew that. But you'll be okay, Y/N. Please, stay with me."

"It's alright," you whisper, your voice trembling. "It's enough to die by your side."

"Don't say that," he says, his fingers brushing across your cheeks, leaving trails of blood behind. "You're not dying, Y/N."

He keeps talking- shouting, pleading- but his words are distant, drowned out by the rushing in your ears.

"I..." You reach for him, your fingers brushing against his, but before you can finish your sentence, the darkness takes you.

He decided to sit beside you by the koi pond, enjoying the contrast of the cool night air after the day's heat, but it did little to calm the storm in his chest.

He glanced at you, catching the soft glow of the moonlight on your hair and the way your hands fidget in your lap. You're close- close enough that he can feel the faint warmth radiating from you- and it sets his thoughts spiraling in ways he's not sure they should.

His tsugoku. His partner.

You've always been at his side, a quiet constant in his world of fire and chaos. He's watched you become a remarkable slayer, your movements steady and precise, a good balance to his.

But this night, there was a heaviness in the air, a charge he couldn't ignore. His gaze lingered on you, and he wondered, not for the first time, if you notice the way his heart pounds whenever you're this close.

"You're not tired?" he asked to break the quiet.

"Not yet," you replied, your attention on the pond. "It's peaceful here."

"It is," he agreed, though his focus was entirely on you.

You didn't look at him, but your hands fidgeted more as the silence stretched.

"Hmm," he leaned a little closer, letting his shoulder brush against yours despite telling himself it was unintentional.

He knows better.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice softer.

You inhaled at the contact, the sound sending a spark through him. Your reply came almost too quickly after that. "Yes, I'm fine. Was just thinking, is all."

"And what are you thinking about?" he pressed gently, tilting his head toward you.

"Nothing important," you said, but the lie was clear in your tone.

"Everything you think is important."

When you turned to him fully, he felt his breath catch.

Your lips parted as if to protest, but no words came out. Your gaze met with his, and the usual distance between you vanished. In this moment, it was just you and him, no missions, demons, or expectations.

His pulse quickened as his eyes dropped to your lips. The thought crossed his mind before he can push it away:

What would you do if I kissed you?

Would you pull away?

Would you look at me the same tomorrow?

It felt wrong for him to even consider it. You are his tsugoku, entrusted to him by your family, a bond of duty and responsibility. But somewhere along the way, that duty had shifted into something deeper, something more personal.

"Kyojuro..." you whispered, his name barely audible.

His resolve faltered. he tilted his head slightly, the warmth of your breath mingling with his. He wanted to close the distance, to press his lips to yours and see if the fire in his chest would finally quiet. But then...

"Kyojuro."

The sound of his father's voice caused him to pull back instantly, his heart hammering in his chest. He turned toward the source immediately.

"Shouldn't my son know better than to give his tsugoku the wrong ideas?" he said, his tone as cold as usual.

The disappointment in his father's voice stung, but Kyojuro forces his expression to remain neutral.

You stand quickly and bow your head before he can answer instead. "I'm sorry, sir. It was my fault. I-"

“Come inside, Kyojuro,” Shinjuro interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. “There’s something we need to discuss.”

Kyojuro rose to his feet, casting you a glance. “I’ll see you later, okay?” he said softly, his voice meant for your ears alone.

The second he stepped inside, the door slid shut behind him with a resounding thud. Shinjuro doesn't wait long before turning on him.

"What the hell are you thinking?" his father growls, his voice low but furious. "You can't act that way with your tsugoku. She looks up to you. And you're leading her on."

"It wasn't like that," Kyojuro protested.

"Don't like to me," Shinjuro snapped, his hand slamming down on a nearby table. "I saw the way you looked at her. Are you trying to disgrace this family? Her family trusted us- trusted me- to train her to be the next Hashira. If she fails, if she dies, that blood in on our hands. If you want a distraction, go find a woman. But don't think you can toy with her like that."

Kyojuro felt his stomach churn. "She is not a distraction," he said through gritted teeth. "I would never toy with her."

"Then what is it? " Shinjuro replied, his gaze flicking to the door. "What exactly were you doing out there?"

"I care about her," Kyojuro said, his voice steady despite the flush creeping up his neck. "Deeply. But I would never compromise her or either of our families."

Shinjuro narrowed his eyes. "Care for her? You're her superior, Kyojuro. Keep it that way."

Kyojuro exhaled slowly, trying to calm the fire building in his chest. He knew his father didn't love the idea of you being his tsugoku, but to think he would speak like this, that he would treat you- a woman who'd done nothing but fight for this family- like you're a mere object to be toyed with.

It infuriates him.

"I will ensure her safety. I always have."

"See that you do," Shinjuro said, his tone final. "Because if anything happens to her, it will be your fault."

Kyojuro didn't respond, but as his father left the room, his fists clenched at his sides. The words will continue to echo in his mind as a harsh reminder of the responsibilities he bears.

The funeral after is silent, filled with only a handful of attendees.

It's not a surprise, given how little is known about her or her family. Still, there are several faces that stand out, those who have fought at her side, or trained beside her.

Kyojuro stands near the front, his posture rigid and his jaw clenched tightly as he listens to the eulogies, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. Then, when it comes time for him to speak, he approaches the wooden platform and looks out at the small crowd.

"Her death was honorable," he begins, his voice echoing through the clearing. "Like the moon, her light will not fade. She was brave, loyal, and selfless. She gave her life for the mission, and for me." He pauses, his hands gripping the wooden railing so tightly his knuckles turn white.

"She guided me through the darkest nights, gave me strength when I faltered, and reminded me that hope was always worth holding onto," he says, his voice low, barely above a whisper.

After that, he steps back, unable to say anything else. Behind him, the sun rises in a beautiful display of oranges and reds, the clouds painted like a watercolor painting.

When the funeral ends, and the guests have dispersed, Kyojuro is the last one standing by the grave.

"Thank you," he whispers, bowing his head.

He lingers there, long after everyone else has left. There are so many things he wants to say, but the words still feel lodged in his throat. 

When he walks away, he catches his father’s eye.

“Because if anything happens to her, it will be your fault.”

That’s what he had told Kyojuro.

He doesn’t want to think of that now.

Why did you have to sacrifice yourself for him? It should have been the other way around…

[eroticdarling]

BABYSITTER

[ KINK ] Nipple Play

[ MEANING ] A form of sexual activity that involves stimulation of the breasts and nipples

[ AU ] Modern

[ PAIRING ] Kyojuro x PocFem!Reader

[ WARNINGS ] Nipple Play 𖹭 Breast Sucking 𖹭 Pet Names 𖹭 Praise 𖹭 Tongue Play 𖹭 Clit Play 𖹭 Teasing 𖹭 Begging 𖹭

[ A/N ] It took every blood cell in my body to refrain from making y/n and Rengoku parents and letting him drink y/n breast milk, then having him say Umai after he's done... go ahead and lock me up before I turn this into a scenario for a different occasion 😔...

You had been babysitting Kyojuro's little brother for a while now since their dad ran out on them. You've watched him work very hard to support him and his brother since then. But he also had a situation with finding a trustworthy babysitter to watch his brother while he was gone.

You knew him and his situation very well, so you didn't mind when he asked you to watch over Senjuro. You even decided to do it for free, not wanting to make his problem any more difficult.

Before he got home from work visibly tired yet masked it by his happy demeanor, you would take his brother to the store with you to buy ingredients for dinner. Kyojuro knew you did this because you both begged him for permission until he finally gave in.

He was more than grateful for you and your hard work in helping him with his brother. Not to mention how excited Senjuro would be whenever you came around. Ever since their dad left, he hasn't been this happy until you came, which Kyojuro has told you multiple times before.

Right now, it was around midnight, and he was still at work, which meant he did overtime. Whenever this happened, you'd make sure his dinner was in the microwave and Senjuro was in bed at a certain time. You had extra time since you'd wait for Kyojuro to get home before leaving to ensure his brother's safety.

To spend this additional time, you decided to watch your favorite series. After a few episodes, you finally dozed off to sleep on the cold couch, not wanting to turn off the air conditioner. Another hour had passed when you felt someone tap on your shoulder.

Slowly opening your eyes, you see Kyojuro squatting down to your level, "Dinners in the microwave, and Senjuro is finally in bed after watching his favorite shows." You sat up to inform him in a raspy tone indicating you just woke up.

"Thank you so much for doing this." He said with a heartwarming smile, causing you to smile back at him, "You don't need to thank me, Rengoku. I'd happily babysit him any time."

"I know, but I want to let you know I'll pay you back for this—" Kyojuro stated before you cut him off, "How many times do we have to go over this? You already have enough on your plate, so think of this as me doing you a favor. There's no need to stress over paying me back." You roll your eyes while crossing your arms.

He then cocked his head with a smirk on his face in response to your words. He's never met a generous yet fierce woman like you. You've always tried to lift any weight on his shoulder, even in your teenage years together. He was lucky to have someone like you in his life then, and he still feels the same way now.

If he was going to pay you back, it wasn't only for babysitting Senjuro but for being there for him as well. You were there for him on his best and worst days, which made him want to show you how grateful he was to have you. He had plenty of ways to show you, yet he could admit they were more sexual.

There had been some days when he had erotic thoughts of you whenever he felt sensually frustrated. This was starting to get more frequent just by seeing you do simple things like bending over to pick up Senjuro's toys or wearing shirts that accidentally showed a bit of cleavage. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't thinking of anything obscene right now, seeing how your tits were perked up from your laying position.

His gaze was glued to the sight in front of him, noticing how your nipples seemed to harden from the cold air through your shirt. For a moment, he thought about putting his hands over your nipples to touch them. You followed his eyes, seeing what he was seeing, which made you instantly fix your shirt.

"I apologize for that. It's freezing in here, so... y'know..." You try your hardest to explain why your tits were the way it was.

Putting him out of his lustful trance, he then stood up with a visible blush across his face, "Can you follow me for a moment?" He asked, earning a confused expression from you.

Thinking nothing of it, you compiled, getting up from the couch to follow behind him to his room. When you both entered his bedroom, he closed and locked the door behind you. Taken aback by the action, before you could say anything, you felt his hands roaming your body.

He soon went back in front of you to connect his lips to your neck as he moved you to the bed. Gently pushing you on the covers, he hovered over you with his leg between your thighs.

"Kyojuro, wait a minute." You lightly push him off, still not able to process what's happening.

"What's wrong, lovely? I want to reward you for all your hard work." He replied, causing you to mindlessly smile at him.

"If that's what you were going for, then you should've said that in the first place." You said, pulling him into a kiss.

You then broke the kiss, allowing him to continue kissing and sucking on your neck down to your chest. You knew this was surely going to leave marks, yet you didn't care because of the sensations that came after. You let your sweet moans go past your lips in a whisper as he proceeded to shower you with his affection.

"You taste better than you look." He complimented in between kisses, moving his hand down to the hem of your shirt, "Would you like for me to keep going?" His golden lustful eyes that faded to red made contact with yours for confirmation.

"Yes, please." You simply said, receiving a grin of victory.

Removing your shirt and shorts, he went in for another make-out session while one of his hands moved to your back to unclip your bra, revealing your soft breasts. He then threw the fabric that covered your chest to the side before taking in this moment to appreciate how good your tits looked.

"Your breasts look very nice." He respectfully admired your body with his eyes, not wanting to seem disrespectful.

"Thank you." You acknowledged his compliment accompanied with a light blush.

Kyojuro's hands started to move downwards to stroke your belly while his head dipped to your chest area, slowly breathing warm air around and onto your nipple. You felt his fingers soon move to your rib cage, and then around and in between your breasts, trying not to touch them. This caused your nerves to stimulate while having built-up sensations as he proceeded to tease you.

Whimpering from the subtle teasing, your gaze was soon met with his once again. It was as if he was doing this to see if you'd beg for him.

"Kyo, stop teasing me, please. I want you so bad." You pleaded, earning a groan in response, "If that's what you want, then I'll happily give it to you."

Kyojuro paused what he was doing to take off his shirt, showing off his lean-muscular build. Leaving himself in his boxers, he massaged your boob with his hand to trace little circles around your areola with his tongue. While he's doing this, his free hand is pinching your other nipple, sending a rush of sensations throughout your body.

The mixture of the cold air and his touch sent small blissful shocks down your spine. Feeling his warm embrace against your sensitive skin made you yearn for more. It was as though he was fulfilling the hidden emotions you didn't know you had.

Your back arched off the bed as he unexpectedly started adding pressure to his pinch. As he's doing this, he's sucking on the other breast. With his free hand, he slips your panties down far enough to circle your clit.

Intoxicated by these overwhelming waves of pleasure, you put your hands over your mouth to suppress the noises. Senjuro's room was across from Kyojuro, so you didn't want him to wake up from the inappropriate sounds. However, the man on top of you made it hard not to be loud.

"Mmgh, K-kyojuro! M-more, please!" You moaned in a whisper loud enough for him to hear.

Listening to your lewd cries for more added to his sexual desire for you. Accepting your request, he decided to nibble on your nipple while massaging your breast. Going faster on your bundle of nerves, you felt yourself heat up throughout your body.

Your body felt electrifying, melting under Kyojuro's hands including his tongue. This was, to say the least, the most heaven-like feeling you've ever felt from him. Besides the minor things he'd do to give you butterflies in your stomach. To you, this was a whole different level of butterflies you felt from him.

Your mind was long gone, spewing out lewd noises at the same time gripping his fluffy bright yellow hair with red streaks akin to flames. You felt yourself getting close to your peak, and that knot started to form in your abdomen.

"Kyo, I'm c-close!" You provoked him to keep going from the way his name sweetly rolled off your tongue.

"Do it, sweetheart. Cum on my tongue." He released your breast from his mouth to say in a sultry tone.

Removing his finger from your clit he goes lower to plug two fingers into your cunt. Picking the pace back up, he was determined to make you cum on his fingers. This new sensation created waves of orgasmic pleasure rippling through your body.

To increase the friction to the max, Kyojuro used the hand that was controlling your nipple to consistently twist it. His tongue roughly flicked your other hardened nipple to amplify your senses. By doing all of this, you soon felt that knot slowly come undone, clenching your gummy walls around his digits.

Rushing your orgasm you rocked back and forth, grinding on his fingers. You soon felt a euphoric sensation wash over you as you coated his fingers with your cloud-like juices. Kyojuro soon stopped, seeing how mesmerizing you appeared under him after you came.

Once he allowed you to catch your breath he ended up sitting beside you, "Is there any other way I could repay you?" He questioned which made you think it over, "Take me out on a date?"

His eyes widen a bit stunned by your response, "I don't mind taking off tomorrow. I only need someone to watch Senjuro." He replied.

"Let's take him with us. I can tell it's been a while since he's been out plus I know a good amusement park around here." You said gaining a smile nobody couldn't resist from the male.

"That sounds perfect." He agreed before suddenly receiving a warm kiss from you which he happily kissed back.

He then grabbed your waist to deepen the kiss, "Perfect just like you," He said in between kisses causing you to get butterflies once more.

[midnightbears]

Hi everyone! I posted a Rengoku fic in my Wattpad! It's a slowburn with friends to lovers and a fake relationship! Please go check it out if you'd like to read it <3 Here's the synopsis!

(Name)'s father decides it's time to find her a suitable husband. Uninterested in marriage, the Dream Hashira is determined to avoid the fate her father has in mind. Rengoku Kyojuro, Flame Hashira, offers a daring solution: he'll pose as her suitor to scare off potential matches and deceive her father until he abandons the idea.

As (Name) spends time with Kyojuro, it's increasingly difficult to remember that their courtship is merely a façade. Perhaps it's his radiant smile, or the way his eyes blaze with intensity whenever he gazes at her... but somehow, she finds herself falling for him. Despite her keen perception, she had never noticed that Kyojuro had been captivated by her from the very moment they met.

You can find the fic here!

[potofstewie]

Approval? Not a Chance

Hey y'all! This is one (3/5) of my submissions for @renhoeku's Rengoku Birthday Month Collab. If you wish to join, then please check out their post regarding the collab! This fic was somewhat inspired by THG:Catching Fire. I wanted to write about Kyojuro from a slightly outside perspective using reader and Shinjuro.

Things to know: angst to comfort, established relationship, platonic!Shinjuro

W/C: 3.1k

not proofread and uploaded at 2am so i apologize for any mistakes

Kyojuro anxiously fidgeted with the hair tie in his battle worn hands, his worry filled gaze looking in the mirror. Today was a very special day, an extremely special day. Today was the day that Kyojuro Rengoku, your loving and wonderful boyfriend, would finally introduce you to his family. 

Finally putting his hair into a neat ponytail after three failed attempts, your boyfriend sighed softly; wondering how the day would go. He knew that Senjuro would love you, he’d always ask about you in his letters while Kyojuro was away or pester him when he was home. Senjuro was fine. The issue resided in his father. He had brought you up only three times to his father in the past; the first time was to ask for advice on how to ask you out which didn’t turn out too well. All his father said before turning his back to him was a simple yet stern, “My advice? Save her the trouble of dealing with you.” 

The second time was when he informed his father about his successful mission in calling you his girl. The Rengoku senior’s response? “She must be stupid.” It took a bit of willpower and strength for Kyojuro to stop his hand from connecting with his father’s face. The third and final time? Just yesterday when he told him about you coming over to meet. As per usual, his father’s response was nothing but negativity. “Don’t embarrass her, Kyojuro.” 

Whatever that meant. 

With that thought, Kyojuro huffed in slight annoyance as he smoothed out his hakama. He didn’t expect his father to be the cheerful and passionate man he once was, he didn’t expect him to converse with you as if you were his very own daughter. All he wanted, truthfully and realistically, was for his father to say a short greeting and go back to his room. “It’ll be fine. She’ll be fine. I’ll be fine, we’ll be fine.” Kyojuro muttered softly as he watched his eyebrows relax in his reflection, thinking back to when you told him that his eyebrows were one of your favorite things about his body. 

A soft knock resounded on his door, the even softer voice of his brother followed. “Anuie, um, are you ready?” Dear, Kami-Sama. This was the fifth time today that Senjuro had asked him if he was ready, the first time waking him up from his sleep. Kyojuro beamed as he opened the door, incandescent eyes drinking in his brother’s contained excitement that filled his face. He loved his brother, and he absolutely loved how much he loved you. Even though Senjuro only knew you from his letters, it was obvious just how much you meant to his little brother. Senjuro would often dream of you, hugging him and brushing his hair; all the motherly things he didn’t get to experience. 

“Now,” Patting Senjuro’s head, he walked past his brother and closed the door, “I’m ready.” A giant smile instantly grew on Senjuro’s face as he followed his older brother to the front gate, happiness radiating off of his small frame. As Kyojuro fixed the zori on his feet, Senjuro gave him a small blue box; golden koi fish and cranes decorated it. 

“This is for her, Anuie. Make sure to not eat it before you get there.” Senjuro warned, evoking a hearty laugh from his Anuie. Senjuro didn’t understand what was so funny. He was finally gonna meet you and he wanted to make a good first impression but his brother thought this was a laughing matter! 

“I feel like you’re more excited today than me, Senjuro. If I wasn’t so wise I’d even say you’d wanna date her!” Seeing Senjuro’s face dawn a bright red shade, Kyojuro folded his arms in amusement and understanding. “Don’t worry, she already thinks highly of you. And I’ll make sure to not eat your gift. I promise.” 

Senjuro simply nodded before shooing his brother onto the street. “J-Just hurry up, I still have a lot to do in the kitchen.” And with his brother’s final words, Kyojuro embarked on his journey to your house, heart fluttering with both excitement and worry with each step. 

Shutting the door behind his brother, Senjuro released a small sigh, anxiety running through his veins. He truly wanted today to go well, he didn’t want you to run off at the sight of their broken family. Turning around, Senjuro jumped in surprise as he saw his father lean against the wall, sharp eyes gazing at the door. “Father, you startled me, I didn’t expect you to be there.” 

“She should just dump him.” He said gruffly, crossing his arms. Senjuro blinked, taken aback by his father’s words. 

“What- do you mean, Father?” He inquired, nervous hands gripping his hakama. Shinjuro grunted before walking off. 

“She’d be better off if she stopped wasting her time with him. All he’ll do is bring her down.” Was all he said to a shocked and albeit hurt, Senjuro. He knew about the opinions his father held against his sons and was familiar with them every time he went on a drunken spiel, but to hear him say that regarding his older brother’s lover was something he didn’t expect. Sighing and walking towards the kitchen, Senjuro just hoped his father was wrong and that things would work out.

Kyojuro  released a soft chuckle at the scene that unfolded before him. Next to him on the edge of the engawa, you looked at Senjuro with so much patience and care as he stuttered in trying to converse with you. His face was beet red as he tried to share with you his hobbies, the boy’s eyes looking anywhere but you. You, on the other hand, thought it was all adorable; seeing a miniature Kyojuro all bashful and shy, the complete opposite of the actual Kyojuro. 

The day so far had gone as smoothly as any of you had hoped for. Although you were a bit disappointed in not meeting Kyojuro’s father, you did understand their situation and sympathized; who wouldn’t go in a depressive state after losing the love of their life? In fact, if you were being absolutely honest, you’d probably be stuck in such a state if Kyojuro died. Then again, you were also a bit grateful that he hadn’t appeared all now; the memories of Kyojuro informing you of his father’s stern demeanor entering your mind. 

Taking another sip of his tea, Kyojuro watched with love filled eyes as you softly reassured Senjuro and patted his head; the young boy nearly crumbling at the action. He knew the two of you would get along perfectly, but not this perfect. You being in the Rengoku estate was like a new light had entered a dark and damp cave, warming up the cold earth. For the first time in a long time, his home felt full, complete, put back together. 

“Y-Yes but if I had to choose, pickled plums would be- father!” Senjuro’s explanation was cut short as the abrupt arrival of their father sucked out the air around you, the once engulfing warmth being replaced with mind numbing coldness. Kyojuro whipped his head around to see a look of absolute disapproval in his father’s sharp features; his eyes looking at his eldest before resting on your now nervous façade. Standing up, you wiped your hands on your kimono before bowing. 

“Rengoku-Sama, i-it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I am-” Your nervous introduction was cut short by Shinjuro, his battle worn hand raising itself to stop you. Your breath hitched at his motion, what if he already hated you? Was it because you wore the wrong attire? Or was it simply because he was one of those old men that didn’t think those younger than them should speak out of turn? Oh, Kami-Sama, you thought. Just let him be upset at my attire and nothing else. 

“I know who you are. I’m only telling you this for your own good; you’re making a mistake.” He stated, sharp incandescent eyes swimming with multitudes of emotion. As you slowly processed his cryptic words, you began to dissect the mixed look he gave you. His face carried nothing but annoyance but his eyes, his eyes held worry, nostalgia and..sorrow? What did he mean by this? Surely, he meant that it would be a mistake to love someone with a higher, more noble status than you, right? Sucking air through your teeth, you watched as Kyojuro asked the very question on your mind, confusion and barely hidden hurt laced in his eyes. 

“What do you mean, Father?” He asked in an abnormally soft voice, searching for any hint or answer in his father’s features. He didn’t understand. His father barely knew you, just your name and that you make his son trip over his own feet and disrupt his concentration breathing by giving him a simple smile. You held so much power over him and that wasn’t a bad thing, right? His father was like that when his mother was alive, hell he was probably a bigger love-sick fool than he let on. 

“I meant what I said. She should be smart enough to figure it out. You know what we are, don’t you y/n? You understand perfectly and you’d be a fool to do anything but follow my words.” He said gruffly, eyes searching your face for the moment you figured it out; the moment you met him on the same wavelength. Without waiting for a proper response or question from any of you, Shinjuro left the engawa, leaving behind the three of you in a perplexed stupor. 

With a slight frown, Kyojuro stood up and bowed. “I’m really sorry, y/n. My father he- you shouldn’t take his words to heart, he’s just-” Sighing and admitting defeat for lack of reasoning, he sank down to the wooden floor once more, a reassuring smile on his lips and saddened eyes resting on the sunset before turning to you, rough hands encasing your own. “I just didn’t think he’d leave his room. But never mind that, I should take you back home now, before it gets dark.” 

You gave him a slight nod and that soft smile he absolutely adored, your heart banging with twinged sorrow and hope. At least he didn’t think lowly of you and went into a drunken rage. Senjuro rested his hand on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. “Anuie is right, father’s words can get a bit jumbled up when he's not all there. I’ll go pack you some snacks to bring home.” Shooting a narrowed gaze at his elder brother, his next words were laced with a cold warning. “Do not eat them on the way there, Anuie.” Hissing his words to his older brother, Senjuro quickly left for the kitchen, his eyes not leaving his brother until he was out of view. 

Chuckling, Kyojuro rubbed the back of his neck. “He really does cherish you, I’d say he likes you a bit more than me!” You released a quick, short breath, humoring your boyfriend’s comment as your mind traveled elsewhere. You knew what his family was, what they were known for by those who did the same line of work. You knew and saw the potential dangers Kyojuro’s occupation entailed; evident by the couple of nights he would stumble into your home battered and bruised. You thought it was amazing and down right inspirational, seeing your boyfriend carry the torch from his father and ancestors with pride and dignity. At times you even envied him, possessing practically unlimited stamina and burning passion to fight for the weak. 

Getting up, Kyojuro outstretched his hand for you to take, helping you up with ease. “Let’s get going, Sunflower. I can carry you all the way home if you wish.” Kyojuro ushered, gently pulling you along but stopping as he felt you stay in place. You had a hunch, based on Shinjuro’s words. He was a stern man, and from what Kyojuro had said about him from when he was a child, one that upheld a code of honor and justice. He and his wife were together for a while, managing to have two wonderful children in their time. His mother must’ve fretted over her husband every time he was out on a mission. Could that be the reasoning behind Shinjuro’s cryptic yet crystal clear words? Was he asking you to not be worried over his son?

“Kyojuro, wait, please.” You said, your short spell of silence finally broken. With a cocked eyebrow, Kyojuro looked at you with curiosity and tender love.

“Hm? What is it?” You let go of his hand as you dithered, the warmth leaving your hands as you were unsure how your request would come off. 

“I wish to speak to your father,” Kyojuro’s face quickly morphed into one of utter confusion and bewilderment. “It’s just for a moment and then we can go.” You bit your lip as you watched the gears in your boyfriend’s head turn, clearly thinking hard about his answer. “Just show me to his room, I want to talk to him about something important.” 

“Regarding his words?” Kyojuro asked as you nodded quickly to his question. Looking down the corridor his father disappeared down, he sighed softly. “Alright, I’ll take you to him. But, I cannot predict anything he says so if he says anything brash, just ignore it.” He complied, grabbing your hand again before guiding you down the darkening hallway. Stopping in front of the closed screen door, Kyojuro knocked on the wood. 

“Father, y/n would like to say goodbye before we leave.” Opening the door, Kyojuro revealed to you a depressing scene; his father sitting and facing the darkening sky, his back being the only thing greeting you both. Entering the room, you shut the door behind you, a quiet yet clear signal that what you had to say was between you and his father.

Sitting down at the door, your senses soaked in the lingering scent of sake and the chill of the room. For a few pensive moments, it was silent. Shinjuro didn’t turn around as you shuffled closer and closer, finally stopping next to him. “Rengoku-Sama?” You called as you watched his sharp eyes continue to gaze out, not bothering to give you any attention. “Rengoku-Sama, you’re concerned, aren’t you? Concerned about me and how I’d manage if Kyojuro die-”

“When he dies. When.” He corrected quickly. “The damned idiot is destined to die early. It would’ve been one thing to die and not leave anyone that loves him behind but now you’re in the picture. And he’s an idiot for making you face such a possibility.” And with his last words, he looked at you, eyes swimming with sympathy. “I was an idiot for making Ruka worry every time I left, always waiting for a crow to tell her I died. I wouldn’t wish that on you. I don’t want that for you.” You blinked in slight shock, drinking in his words. “You seem like an alright person, someone that deserves the best, normal life possible. This isn’t normal. Having the one you love risk their life nearly every night fighting demons, isn’t normal.” He finished, fingers weaving and cracking themselves as he waited for your response. 

You had to admit, you thought about the daunting possibility of Kyojuro dying on a mission, worried to hear his crow tell you the news of him dying with honor. His work life wasn’t an ideal one, especially when considering the domestic dream you both shared. But, that’s also what you loved about him. How he was able to protect people from what goes bump in the night, to be able to stare right at the perpetrators of inhuman cruelty and live to tell the tale. How he managed to see terrifying scenes of men, women and children killed and blood splattered everywhere yet still uphold that tantalizing smile that seemed to warm everything around it. 

“I..understand what you mean.” You spoke softly, a small smile gracing your lips. “I get a bit afraid too whenever he’s away. I try not to think about it  but the fear is always there. I’ve also thought about the possibility of him dying as well and if I were to be honest, I might not take it too well.” Shinjuro’s eyes widened a bit, taken aback by your honesty. “However, I think that just goes to show how much I love him, don't you think? To love someone so much that them reaching the end of their short life span would be absolutely devastating. But, I think the manner in which he dies will make me feel very proud.” 

Your smile grew a bit wider as you looked out to the sky. “Kyojuro is a man who upholds a strong sense of duty and justice. He believes that protecting the weak from those that misuse their strength is his birthright and I admire him for that. He truly understands the weight his righteous mission brings on his shoulders. He appreciates the little things in life. So, for him to die in battle, would be the best way he could die.” Looking again at Shinjuro, you took in his slightly furrowed eyebrows; sake drenched mind trying its best to take in your words. “I’m okay, not being able to live a normal life with a normal man. I love the extraordinary aspects of life, I fell in love with an extraordinary man! And I wouldn’t trade that in for nothing.” 

Standing up, you brushed off your kimono, nimble fingers running over the detailed fabric. “Rengoku-Sama, thank you for being concerned about my future and worrying about what’s best for me. You truly are a nice person. But you needn’t worry anymore. I’ll be alright, I promise. Take care, now.” You said softly, finally leaving Shinjuro to his lonesome as you left the room. 

Hearing yours and Kyojuro’s footsteps recede down the hall, the elder Rengoku sighed, mulling over your endearing words about his son. He hadn’t really thought about it in that way; having death in battle be the most optimal and respectful end to his son’s life. Instead, he used to see it as a way to show how weak a slayer was, a way to show to the world how talentless the person was while alive. Shinjuro felt his lips curl ever so slightly at the thought of you. The once chilled room seemed to flood with embracing warmth as Shinjuro’s gaze fell on the lone headstone under the blue wisteria.

“Kyojuro really did choose a good one, right Ruka?”

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʙɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴛᴏꜰꜱᴛᴇᴡɪᴇ™ 2023

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[luxthestrange]

KNY Incorrect quotes#117 The Dragon hour-

Kyojuro: I ran into Spouse in the kitchen at 1 AM last night and when I asked them what they were doing!, they just shrugged, said “These are my roaming hours” and wandered off, strumming vaguely on their shamisen!

Uzui*Drinking...abit taken aback hearing the story...expecting a "Night of Passion" Tale*...Thats not what I meant when is asked what are you and your cryptic of spouse do when everyone is asleep...

Kyojuro*Is smiling widely with a blush, head filled with you* I love my weird spouse!!!

Bar Owner*Handing Kyojuro a new plate of food*-Damn Sir thats the 15th this night you shouted that

Part 16 of:

[lovelywritinglady]

Flamboyant Past Lovers

Tengen Uzui x fem!Hashira Reader x Kyojuro Rengoku

Angst, Fluff, Reader is monogamous. Tengen decided that he wanted other wives despite your protests. So you decide to leave.

Your Pov

I have no desire to leave. I’m fact just thinking about leaving makes my heart burn with a sadness I’ve never experienced. The love I had for him was stronger than any feeling I had. I knew leaving him was not going to be easy. I know he loves me, but not enough. He desired a large family which meant more women in that family. The day I met the three women was the day I knew our love died. I wore a fake smile that sad uncomfortably on my features. Not even Tengen noticed how uncomfortable I was and he was good at seeing that. I had no idea that he felt this way because he had never discussed his desires about a large family before. All he told me was that he wanted a family. He would talk about the kids that we would have together and how we would grow old too. I guess he forgot to mention that he wanted to grow old with other women too. He proposed to marry all of us because he claimed to love us all. After that I knew I had to leave him. I guess all those extra days he would be gone were to see them. Or when he told you he had a mission to go on the same time you did, but when you asked him about it he would immediately change the subject. He would talk about how he wanted to be more flamboyant in his life and how he wished he could do more. So I guess this was his solution. When I talked to him afterwards about it and how it made me feel uneasy, he just told me that this would make him happy and that I should just go along with it. Because if I loved him then I would let him marry them. Out of guilt and sadness I said he could because I knew that he would do it without my permission or not. What I didn’t tell him was that I was leaving. For I could not love a man that loves another more than he loves me.

Now here I am packing the last of my things, not like I own a lot. If he wants this big family he can have it. I just am not comfortable with it. And I never will be. He gets what he wants and hopefully one day I’ll be able to be loved by someone who will only love me. I hope Tengen is finally happy and that he gets the family he’s always wanted with the women he’s always wanted. I just wish I had been enough I really do , but now I have to move on with my life. Im one rank away from being a hashira so that’s what I will be focusing on that as I heal from the would Tengen left. I wrote him a letter explaining why I’m leaving and to not look for me because this is what I need to do for myself. He did what he needed for him so now I’ll take care of me. And with that I left our shared home and all of the memories with it. Now I will become stronger so that I can earn the title of Hashira and maybe find someone who can love only me.

Tengen's Pov

Shit I was too harsh in y/n. I wish she understood how I’m feeling about all of this. She should know that this doesn’t change how I feel about her. In fact I love that girl more than I could ever love the other three. Those girls are nice sure and I’m happy to be marrying them, but they could never compare to her. Maybe marring them is not the right call. I probably should have talked to y/n before I brought them to meet her. She did say that she was cool with it so maybe after some time all five of us can be a happy family. Just the thought of that warms my heart. As I walked up to me and y/n and soon to be Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru’s shared home I was welcomed with an uneasy silence. Normally when she’s inside the house it sounds peaceful. But now I’m hearing something that makes me feel worried. I called out for my lover to hear nothing but silence back. I then began looking all over the house and our surrounding property looking for her, but she was no where to be found. Fear filled me and just I was about to leave our home to look further when I caught a glimpse of a beautifully folded piece of paper that had my name written on it. I quickly picked it up and open the paper. As I read I knew the writing was hers. She has always had the most beautiful penmanship. However, her handwriting brought forth something that made my whole body shake with pure anguish. She’s gone and she won’t be coming back. All because I wanted to marry other women. She stated that she desired to be loved by someone who only wanted to love her. That she was leaving so that I could be happy and get the family I wanted. And that she would become a Hashira like me and find herself. The last thing she wrote was that she loved me and she hopes I have a good life. I put the paper down as my vision became blurry and my hand were shaking. She was gone and it was all my fault. She thought that her not being here would make me a happy man. That’s not the case she’s the reason I was happy I was just selfish for wanting more. Now she’s gone. She’ll become stronger while I marry three women I’ll never love the same as I loved her. Despite my sadness I’m proud of her and I pray that she gets stronger so she can accomplish her dreams. And that she stays alive. I will see her again when she becomes a Hashira. I just know that she’ll be the most flashy Hashira of them all.

Two years later…

Your pov

It’s officially been two years since I’ve seen him. In that time I became the mountain hashira.I mastered mountain breathing which has allowed me to become a very strong hashria. And in those two years I found someone who only wants me. His name is Kenjurio Rengoku the flame hashira. He makes me feel whole again like I’m something to be treasured and not discarded. I feel stronger with him and it helps that we are both hashiras. I can safely say that I love him.

Kyojuro and I were walking down the path to the masters house. He has called the hashiras for a meeting. This is my first time officially meeting the other hashiras so I’m kinda of excited to meet them. And I’m excited to see the master again he is someone I trust so when he calls I answer even if that means I have to see Tengen again. I started to remember everything that happened and some of the old feelings came back which made me feel slightly nervous.

“Y/n, y/n, y/n!” Kyojuro screamed

“Oh shit, yeah sorry love what is it” I questioned

“What are you thinking about? Are you nervous to see Uzui again? Or perhaps something else is bothering you?” He said loudly

“I’m not nervous about it don’t worry. He got what he wanted and I’m happy that I’m with you. That’s what I’m thinking about” I spoke to him

He stopped and faced me which caused me to come to a halt. His right hand ever so gently touched my face which caused me to shiver. He then leaned down and pressed his lips against mine for a moment. He then pressed his forehead against mine and looked into my eyes which made me blush by how intense his flaming eyes were. A large goofy smile graced his features and he spoke.

“Whatever happens it will be okay. I know it will. You’re a hashira now and a strong one at that. You captured my heart and my soul. I love you and if seeing him again make you weary I will vouch for you to the master and tell him you were sick or something.” He said with sincerity.

“I love you too Kyojuro. And no the master called for us so I will be there. Thank you for looking out for me, but I promise I will be okay. Like you said I’m strong and you’ll be there so I will be okay. Kyojuro you’re part of the reason I’ve been able to move on from everything. So let’s go the master is expecting us.” I said with a smile.

A little while later we made it to the masters mansion. The other hashira were already lined up outside on the stone walkway of the masters house. Kyojuro and I made our way and I stood next to Giyu who was on my left while my lover was on my right. All of the other hashira are strong people who have killed many demons and saved many lives. I was proud to be standing there with them. However, Tengen Uzui was not present. I began to worry slightly but my worry was cut short by a booming voice of confidence.

“Sorry I’m a little late I was busy dealing with a pesky demon that talked too much. Don’t I killed it in a flashy way to make up for it.” Uzui boasted as he made his way next to Kyojuro.

I straightened my back and kept my eyes forward awaiting the master. Kyojuro managed to sense my nervousness and held my hand which brought me comfort. I felt a pair of piercing eyes on me so I looked to my right only to see Tengen looking at me. His gaze seemed to soften and he sent me a small smile that gave me chills. We looked at eachother for a few more seconds then the master came out and began talking. Immediately I bowed and so did the other hashira to show our respect to him. Soon after we all stood up to see this boy with an interesting scar on his forehead begging us to let his sister who unfortunately became a demon live.

Soon the master decided to let them both live which at first I wasn’t fond of. However, if the master says it’s alright then I will trust him. I just hope she never hurts anyone in the future. Having a demon on our side might actually prove useful. Kyojuro and Tengen both opposed the idea and still do, but I’m hopeful for the future. Kyojuro and I were planning on visiting his father and little brother. As we were saying our goodbyes I felt a tap on my shoulder and immediately I knew who it was so I turned around to greet him.

“Y/n it’s been awhile. How have you been?” Tengen asked with sincerity.

“It has and I’ve been doing quite well. As you see I’ve become a hashira. I mastered mountain breathing. I heard that you married Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru. How are they doing?” I asked with a smile.

“You’ve gotten much stronger and flashier than the last time I saw you. And my wives are doing quite well, thank you” He replied

We stood there just looking at eachother. It was uncomfortable but after two years of not seeing eachother after what we were it wasn’t expected.

“I’m gonna be real honest. I miss you the day you left me broke me to my very core. I wanna say that I’m sorry for what I did. You didn’t deserve a shitty lover. I wasn’t being very flashy by forcing other people into our relationship.” He said honesty

“Tengen I forgive you. It’s been a while and I’ve been able to heal from that. I mean I became a hashira and I’ve been able to save so many people because of it. That’s made my life worth living.” I said while putting my right hand on his shoulder.

“That’s great y/n I have been worrying about you but you’re strong. And I know it’s not my place to ask this but I still love you and I’ve loved you ever since I met you. You made me into the man I am today. I took your love for granted, but I want to try again with you. Yes, I’m married but I still crave you y/n and I want to know if you still love me too” Tengen spoke in a hopeful voice.

“Part of me does still care for you and love you, but I moved on Tengen. I found someone who loves me and only me. I found Kyojuro Rengoku and he’s made me incredibly happy. Thank you for the offer but I have to decline. I believe I have a happy future with him and I love him. Just promise me that you will take care of your wives” I said with tears forming in my eyes. Tengen then wiped them away and pulled me into a comforting hug and spoke.

“Then I’m happy for you. He’s a flashy man and a strong hashira. I hope he can love you the way that I couldn’t. I love you y/n and always will okay. I promise I’ll take care of them. If we ever have a mission together with just the two of us I’ll protect you too” he said in a whisper

“I know you will. Thank you.” I said as a single tear fell down my face.

We pulled apart and I heard Kyojuros voice telling me we had to go. I looked up at Tengen one last time and gave him the biggest smile I could as we said our goodbyes. As I left I turned my head to see him still looking at me and I swear I thought I saw a tear fall.

“Everything okay love?” Kyojuro questioned

“Yeah, I just needed to speak with Tengen about something.” I responded

“I’m guessing it went well then” he said in his booming voice

“It did” I said to him as I held onto his arm on the path to his family home.

I was so happy and content with how my life was going. I knew my life would be hard considering I was a hashira. Yet what I didn’t know was that my happiness would soon be destroyed…

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[kyojurokoibito]

#5/10—kyojuro rengoku x reader

stealth. that is the skill of which you embodied at the moment.

your eyebrows furrowed as you kept your breathing low, your footsteps light, and body controlled. many skills were required for the demon slayer corps, and stealth was definitely one of them. the element of surprise was always an advantage when fighting demons.

however, your stealth was not being utilized for slaying demons at the moment.

you continued to creep down the hallway of your estate, being careful not to drop the contents in your hand. upon arriving to the desired door, you carefully slid the door open. you peeked inside.

'good...still asleep.'

you entered the room, closing the door behind you. creeping towards the bed in the center of the floor, you crouched down before crawling onto the bed, straddling your beloved kyojuro's waist.

his peaceful expression while he slept always brought a flutter to your heart.

but, you interrupted his sleep by gently pressing your lips onto his. not that he minded.

you couldn't help but smile as you felt warm hands clasp around your waist, tenderly keeping you in place. you went to lean back to separate the kiss, but kyojuro followed suit, keeping his lips secured against yours as he rose into a seated position.

he kept you there a little while longer before pulling away, a vibrant smile etched on his face, "good morning to you too, my love!"

"morning, kyo! oh, hang on." you remembered the purpose of your sneaking around your own estate in the morning. you held up the neatly packed bento boxed tied nicely with a ribbon. "i made your favorite for breakfast!"

kyojuro is a huge foodie(it's cannon, bite me.) he absolutely loved it when you shared a meal, had him try new recipes, or anything of that nature.

"greatly appreciated, love" he kissed your forehead before reaching for the box. you pulled it away from him.

"nuh uh," you shook your head, untying the box. "you aren't lifting a finger today! i'll be feeding you myself today!"

he let out a hearty laugh, "is that so? i do not mind you feeding me, if it is what you desire, but what for?"

"it's your birthday, silly!" you smiled at the sudden realization that flashed across his face. "how could you forget your own birthday!"

"i suppose it is because i don't celebrate it often," he laughed.

"well that changes now," you picked up some of the food in between the chopsticks before raising it to his lips. "say ahh!"

he happily complied, closing his eyes with a delighted hum as he savored the taste of your food.

"TASTY!"

you laughed at his outburst, before picking up another cluster of food and feeding it to him. this continued for a while, you feeding kyojuro, and him making joyful outbursts with each bite. just as you were about to feed him another, kyojuro gently took the chopsticks from your grasp.

"hm, are your full?"

he shook his head before copying your action from earlier. "say ahh!"

"but i should be feeding you," you jut your lower lip out in a small pout. "it's your birthday!"

"well," kyojuro paused for a moment before smiling and bringing the food to your lips. "consider this my birthday wish!"

"mmmh...alright, guess i can't deny you that." you allowed him to feed you, and eventually the dish was empty.

kyojuro set the empty box down before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. you smiled up at him before placing a gentle kiss to his lips.

"happy birthday, my beloved kyojuro."

[gamergirl-niffler]

A Bitter-sweet Birthday || Kyojuro x reader

Happy Birthday to my one and only Flame Hashira - Kyojuro! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

I miss the series, but mostly I miss him. Since it's his birthday, I decided to write something short.

Tags: @doumadono @shonen-brainrot @arthurbristow

ENJOY:

The day was sunny and calm with no clouds in the beautiful blue sky.

You woke up early and immediately started to get ready in the quiet privacy of your own room. The day was very important since it was your beloved's birthday today, and you were beaming with excitement and happiness.

The kimono you decided to wear was simple yet pretty. It was plain white fabric with a fiery pattern at the edges, and with fitting red obi and golden obijime. You looked like the real Rengoku, just without flame-like hair.

You were working on pinning your hair up when your door slid open. 

Senjuro looked inside and smiled, seeing you in front of the little vanity table. "You are up early. I should have expected that you would be excited to celebrate. Do you need help?" He asked with his soft voice.

You nodded your head. "Yes, please. You are much better at this."

Boy laughed and soon joined you, easily pining your hair up in a simple hairstyle that suited the occasion.

"Oh! Can you put it in?” You asked, handing him a gold hairpin.

Senjuro nodded and fulfilled your request. "My brother did his best picking this for you."

"Yes, I know. Best gift ever," you chuckled and looked into the mirror, admiring Senjuro's work. "Thank you so much."

"No problem. Will you help me a little too? I need some help with cooking,” he asked, and you of course nodded before getting up and following him to the kitchen.

There, you pulled your sleeves up and helped him with preparing miso soup with sweet potatoes and some simple sweets. After all it was a day to celebrate, and what celebration would it be without real sweets!

"You think we have everything?” you asked.

Senjuro shook his head. "I couldn't buy the last thing from our list," he said, looking down.

You just gave him a small smile and ruffled his hair. "No need to worry, we can buy it on our way to him.”

"There will be no need for that. Here.” It was no one else but Shinjuro. 

At first his sudden, loud voice made you stiff, but then you realized he was handing you a box with the last thing from the list. Blinking, you looked up at him, not hiding your confusion.

"Just take those to him. I bought them this morning after seeing them on Senjuro's list. I figured out you will need these," man explained.

You smiled widely and bowed. "Thank you so much, Shinjuro-san. We indeed needed those."

"Thank you, father, he will be happy to receive these," Senjuro added with a kind smile.

Shinjuro looked at both of you as if he wanted to add something, but he decided to stay quiet instead. He just turned away and left.

The two of you returned to cooking and chatting, sharing some giggles while doing so.

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When the food was ready, Senjuro packed it up, you collected other stuff you planned to take, and you both set off on the road.

It wasn't a long trip but going with a friend was an amazing feeling. 

The closer you got, the more excited you became. You couldn't wait to celebrate Kyojuro's birthday.

The burial ground seemed quiet and calm, as if it was frozen in time together with everyone else, buried deep in its grounds. 

All you could hear were birds singing softly, their songs carried by a quiet whisper of the wind that sneaked around the crowns of trees and soft splash of a river nearby. The sun's gentle warmth enveloped the serene atmosphere, casting a comforting glow on the world.

"Aniki," Senjuro said happily and ran up to one of the graves, setting everything down next to it. 

You quickly followed him and smiled looking at the grave. "Good to see you again, love."

After the quick greeting, you and Senjuro got to work, cleaning the grave. You made sure to visit Kyojuro regularly so there was a small amount of cleaning needed.

In the end, you pulled out the box that Shinjuro gave you and pulled out incense sticks. You lit them up and placed them on the grave.

You and Senjuro clasped your hands together, preparing for the prayer ahead with a sense of unity and reverence.

Senjuro finished first, and started putting down a little blanket. You joined him shortly after, and helped him with setting everything up.

"Aniki. Everything's good at home, father has stopped drinking, and things are much calmer there now. He even accepted Y/N around," Senjuro said, even if his words were greeted by nothing but silence. 

"That's true, but I still try to do my best to stay out of his way. Today he bought us incense sticks for you, love," you smiled softly.

Senjuro nodded and picked up his little bowl of soup. "Happy birthday, aniki. I wish you were still here. I miss having you around.”

You smiled sadly, doing the same as he did. "Happy birthday, my love. I miss you dearly." 

The rest of the celebration went calmly. 

You talked and joked with Kyojuro, telling him everything that happened since the last visit.

If you only knew he was there indeed, sitting next to his own grave, listening to both of you and feeling happy, hoping the warm sun rays would convey how glad he was to celebrate his birthday with his little brother and the love of his life.