#Rengoku Kyojuro smut

[chososrightnipple]

❝𝐤𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 + 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬❞

a/n: as usual, afab!body w/no gendered language. y'all i swear i'm back surely... i totally don't work five eight and a half hour shifts in a row after this... not at all.... anyway didn't include all of the hashira just because i don't want this to feel too overcrowded, might do a part two though if anyone wants a specific character. enjoy!

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. *. ⋆ SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

▸ face fucking. he loves taking his frustration out on your poor throat, especially after particularly drama filled hashira meetings. watching the way the spit dribbles past your lips and how your eyes roll into the back of your head so unashamedly.

▸ spit kink. he goes crazy for it fr. having you kneel in front of him as he takes ahold of your jaw. forcing your mouth open and instructing you to stick your tongue out before spitting. he moans so beautifully when you readily accept his gift and swallow.

▸ choking. he loves the feeling of wrapping his hands around your throat and squeezing, seeing how your cheeks redden. enjoying the choked gasps you struggle getting out with every thrust inside of you.

▸ degradation. he's got a mouth on him, that's for sure. insults upon insults thrown at you, practically babbling about how much you're a dirty whore- his dirty whore- the closer he gets to his orgasm.

▸ brat taming. breaking you down until your nothing but a shivering mess. you always just have to give him attitude, don't you? running your mouth until he's forced to put you back in your place.

. *. ⋆ GIYUU TOMIOKA

▸ hair puling. both giving and receiving. shamelessly moaning anytime your fingers brush against his scalp, yanking at the hair while his tongue licks at your trembling walls.

▸ body worship. he's so fucking in love with you and that's especially in the bedroom. he spends hours memorizing your body, trailing your curves, kissing at the dips in your skin. all before he even thinks of fucking you.

▸ bondage. intricately tying your wrists and ankles to bedposts, the roughness of the rope scratching at your skin with every pull. he'll stand above you for a few seconds after, just watching how you squirm against the restraints.

▸ cock warming. sometimes he's just so bone tired from it all. he just needs to feel you, nothing more. sitting you on his lap and sinking his cock into your welcoming walls. face burying into your neck and savoring the feeling.

▸ sensory deprivation. goes kind of hand in hand with his love of tying you up. he has an extensive collection of silk ribbons, in all kinds of colors, that he'll have you model for him later that night.

. *. ⋆TENGEN UZUI

▸semi-public. he's so daring with it, really. when he wants you, he wants you, and he's not ashamed of that. fucking you in too small closets as maids at the butterfly mansion pass by, or on the top of a roof where nightlife bustles below.

▸ size kink. he's fucking huge, towering over you in every sense of the word. seeing how your lips struggle stretching around his cock or how small your hand is compared to his- it drives him absolutely insane.

▸ breeding. my god please don't get me started on this.., he wants to cum inside of you so bad, anytime and every time he fucks you. thinking of how sexy you'd look all round with his baby!!

▸ humiliation. just like sanemi, this man has a mouth on him. seeing how your cheeks redden and you stutter anytime he calls you out on being such a whore for him- it's adorable, he just can't help it.

▸ orgasm denial. such a tease with it, too. lets you think he's gonna let you cum this time around, only to pull completely away from your skin as soon as your on that edge. cooing at how you cry at him, apologizing for being so mean, even if he doesn't really mean it.

. *. ⋆KYUOJURO RENGOKU

▸ breeding. best friends think alike, right? pls just make this man a daddy already. he's so desperate for it. rutting inside of you for the third time in a night, all to cum inside your pretty pussy.

▸ cunnilingus. oh, he is such a big pussy eater. sometimes it's just so much with him. large arms wrapping around the thighs that squeeze either side of his head, lapping at your pussy like it's his last meal and he's a man starved.

▸ eye contact. grabbing at your jaw, forcing your gaze to his, instructing you to keep it there. he's eyes are so intense, so fiery. boring into you with every thrust inside- taking in the dilation of your pupils and the flutter of your pretty eyelashes.

▸ overstimulation. most times he doesn't even mean to do it, y'know? you just feel so good, and he's chasing that high over and over again until you're jelly in his arms, feeling pleasure so painfully.

▸ dry humping. his favorite foreplay. the atmosphere thick as you both huddle close, grinding and frotting against each other. anything for friction. until he gets so desperate for your touch that he's ripping your clothes off right then and there.

[eevees-hobbies]

How the Hashira sleep with you and your 9-month-old between you

Author's Note: I was up at 2 AM last night writing in my notes app because this idea struck me. This is my first time writing headcanons, but as always, I’m inspired by some of the fantastic ideas of other content creators!

Content Warning: You have a child with your partner, and they sleep in bed with you. There is also a brief mention of breastfeeding. This will not be for you if you’re sensitive to those things. This is pure fluff.

How the Hashira sleep with you and your 9-month-old between you

Contains: Rengoku, Uzui, Iguro, Shinazugawa & Tomioka 

Kyojuro Rengoku 

Kyo was meant for this. There’s no reality in which Kyojuro doesn’t want to be a father to as many kids as you’re willing to give him. His arm is always wrapped around you both—having you and the baby in the same room as you all sleep, being able to provide comfort, body heat, and a sense of protection, brings him so much joy. 

Kyojuro wakes up periodically during the night to look at you both as you sleep. He will also pay extra attention to checking on your child, placing a large hand on their small frame and feeling the rise and fall of their chest; he’ll smile to himself—his child is happy, healthy, and safe. 

Rengoku is also great at soothing the baby when they wake up: “Shhh, little one. Let’s let mommy sleep.” 

Nine times out of ten, he’ll be able to put your baby back down to sleep. The one time he can’t, the child will need to be fed, and Rengoku swells with pride as he watches you nurse them.

Once you’re done nursing, he’ll quickly run to get you some water and a small snack because he knows it takes a lot of energy to breastfeed. 

“You’re a good mother,” he says as he strokes your hair, looking over your shoulder at your milk-drunk child. “I can’t wait to do this again and again.”

Tengen Uzui

Tengen is annoyed when you place the child next to you—you didn’t even ask him! You explain that it’s easier for night feedings, and the baby sleeps better between you both. He admits it’s true, and the change drastically improved his own sleep. 

But Tengen HATES giving up the level of intimacy he had with you and many times ponders if kicking the baby out would be the obvious solution. With venom in your tone, you assure him there’s no need to bother his pretty little head with such ridiculous thoughts. He is aghast, but admittedly, he likes that you’re protective of their child, even against him.

Eventually, the child moves to their room, and Tengen has you all back to himself during the night! And, oh, has he missed it.

Obanai Iguro

Obanai really wishes he could get his bed back and is grumpy at first as despite his small stature, he takes up a LOT of space when sleeping. 

But his heart melts as your child always curls up against him, seeking his father’s warmth and comfort. He’ll stare down at them, still unable to believe he contributed to something so beautiful and perfect. 

He’ll plant a kiss on his child’s small tuft of black hair and then on the crown of your head, his arm snaking around his child, and holding your hand while you sleep quietly. So yeah, he’ll start off annoyed, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

When you suggest moving the child out of your shared room, Obanai is taken aback.

“Let’s not be too hasty! They sleep so well with us.”

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi grew up sleeping in the same room as his family, so he isn’t surprised or put out that the baby sleeps between you both. 

He’d never admit it, but he feels a lot less anxiety at the thought of something happening to you and your child when you’re all sleeping together. 

Sure, sometimes he’ll wake up with a baby foot in his mouth or get woken up by a sleepy yet firm baby smack to his face, but he’ll grumble lovingly and drift back off to sleep, finding comfort in the fact that his family is safe and sound. 

Sometimes, Sanemi has to pull the baby off you at night when it spreads its limbs over your face. 

“Hey, get back here!”

Giyu Tomioka

Giyu is not a fan of a baby sleeping in his bed and will likely never be. He misses cuddling with you, holding your hand as you sleep, and waking up as the little or big spoon to your duo.

It’s hard to be a spoon in a trio—he feels more like a fork.

He’s an amazing father, though, and leads the nighttime routine of bath time, bedtime stories, and gently rocking the small baby in his arms. 

Eventually, he’ll rearrange the futons so that you’re between the baby and himself, which is his way of getting to spoon you again. Clever!

[subbmissivesuccubus]

Thinking of Uzui and Rengoku falling in love with you at first sight.

They're out on a mission, several demons sighted at a village and the number was so high they needed multiple people to come and fix the problem. Of course, it was a cake walk for the two of them. Their weapons flashing under the moonlight as it cut through the necks of their enemies like butter, demon after demon falling to their blade.

Despite the task being easy, it still took a few hours so by the time the job was done, they were a bit tuckered out. Every demon was slain- or so they thought.

A demon burst from the rubble, it's sharp claws aiming for Rengoku's face. It was too fast, neither of the Hashira able to react in time as the demon was but a centimeter away from clawing Rengoku's eyes out when you showed up.

Using your breath of Thunder, you cracked through the air like a lightning strike, covering ground within seconds as you managed to cut off the demon's arm before cutting its head off, saving your senior of any injury.

You put away your weapon as the demon disintegrated in front of you, bowing down respectfully to the two pillars, a ranking you hoped to reach one day. They recognized you, having seen you out and about before but this was the first time they'd seen you in action.

Both of their hearts skipped a beat. Beautiful, talented and powerful woman was a plenty within the demon slayer corporation but there was something about you that was just...different. Perhaps it was your kind heart in helping the wounded. Perhaps it was the confidence you carried yourself with. Perhaps it was because you were just too darn cute. But whatever the reason may be, they were enamored by you and couldn't keep their eyes off of you.

Once you helped the others in cleaning up and getting the wounded the help they need, you went back to the two Hashira who were strangely dazed.

"I shall get going now." you reported with a bow, "I'm glad I could be of service."

"Marry me." both of them said simultaneously.

"...huh?"

Thinking of Uzui and Rengoku roping you into sexual escapades as a form of 'training'

You had rejected their marriage proposal, stating that while you respected them, you didn't know them personally and didn't want a husband(s) that you weren't fond of.

They were respectful of that, stating that a great way to get to know each other would be through training. You thought it was unbelievable that two Hashira's were interested enough in you to take time of their schedules to train with you, much less want to marry you, but you decided to agree. Learning from the best would be an invaluable experience, afterall.

"I-I- thought you said we were gonna t-train!" You squealed, tossing your head back against the pillow as Uzui slid a second finger inside you, your pussy gushing around him.

You could barely recollect how you got here, a room in an inn, at the mercy of your two seniors. Your mind was a jumbled mess as their hands and lips attacked your body, hungry kisses against your neck while stripping you of your uniform. Time seemed to go by fast yet slow at the same time, eventually ending up on a bed with Rengoku sucking your breasts while Uzui made himself familiar with your pussy.

"It is training." the sound Hashira said with a smirk, curling his fingers inside you just right, making you gasp. He stuffed his fingers of his other hand into your mouth, making you choke.

"This is to help your technique." he said, "Control yourself and focus on your breathing."

As he said that, Rengoku's lips left your nipple, leaving it a saliva covered stiff bud before moving down and taking your clit into his mouth, making you scream around Uzui's fingers. Your body shook from the pleasure, never having experienced this before.

You knew their claim that this was for training was complete bullshit but dammit- you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Uzui was so deliciously huge compared to you. He was twice your size, his muscular body enveloping you completely as he toyed with your body with ease. His bulging muscles and washboard abs made you drool, your eyes wandering to his nether regions, pussy growing wetter when you saw a big bulge straining against his pants.

Rengoku ran hot, literally. His touch made you shiver as he ran his warm hands over your body, a comforting contrast to the way his hot tongue was assaulting your clit. He sucked on it like a candy, flicking it around before giving it a gentle nibble, making you squeal. With a physique just as impressive as Uzui's, his bright eyes filled with passion and desire made you feel dizzy.

"Focus." Uzui said with a click of his tongue, pushing his fingers further down your throat, making you gag, "you're getting distracted."

'I can't help it!' You tried to defend, but what came out was a bunch of gurgles and gags, unable to say anything.

"If you can't handle this," Rengoku said, giving your clit a sweet kiss before he straightened himself up, "what will you do if a demon attacks you and tries to choke you?"

"Exactly~" Uzui cooed, starting to move his fingers in and out of your throat, a slower rhythm from what he was doing to your cunt, "Bring your breathing under control and maybe, we'll let you cum~"

[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.”

[izvmimi]

cw: literally just smut. minors dni.

“Like what you see?”

Kyojuro has issues with volume control, that you know very well, but the tone of his voice is lower now, sultry even, as he stands before you. Naturally brazen, he stands confidently before you, and his physique looks nothing short of that of a Greek god, enough that you’re too busy keeping saliva from pooling in your throat to reply back with something witty, lest you choke on your own drool. 

You let your head shake once then smile as you slip off your own nightdress. It’s not the first time you’ve done this, and by this, you mean the two of you meeting together under the cover of night, allowing him to slip into your quarters and then inside you as stealthy as he does. Every time still manages to set you ablaze a little bit more. He’s a feast for the eyes as he moves closer, until you’re just as bare as he is and far easier to consume.

The first kiss is quick and passionate, building rapidly - he practically scoops you in his arms, barely able to contain his excitement, as if you’ve been apart for years, not days. 

And he burns hot as his body presses against you, nipping at your lips, breasts, stomach, thighs with every kiss. 

“You’re so good for me,” he murmurs. He’s eager with the touching of your body, grabbing handfuls of you by the minute, hair and naked flesh.

Your thighs tighten around his waist as he kisses all of your body; your back arches, and he kisses your neck before letting his fingers intertwine with yours -

before pressing in and making you gasp, before making space for himself in the heat of your body, before drinking up your moans.

Kyojuro thrusts, fast then slow, hips snapping at a determined but responsive pace, attentive to the ways your pupils dilate and your jaw slackens, and to when your sighs deepen. His hand finds its way up your throat right at the moment where he can see you about to tip, where you’re teetering between want and release, and it’s at that point that his fingers tighten firmly around your throat.

“Kyo-” his name escapes your lips just barely and he bids you to come with a sly grin on his face, and you do, with wet, sticky pulses around his cock.

He fucks you through them as your eyes roll back in your head, ready to give you so much more.

[ilylovelyz]

⍣ ೋ one night

˚ · . kyojuro rengoku x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ implied major character death, implied pregnancy, unprotected sex, love (hickies and biting) marking, more angst than smut, crying during sex, commited relationship but no marriage

one night i will be the moon hanging over you spilling all over your body covering all your wounds

"kyo.." you sigh out, head dipped back to give the flame hashira more access to the sensitive skin of your neck. he peppers gentle kisses, occasionally sinking his teeth in to mark his proclaimed territory over your collarbone or shoulder.

your face heats up when his hot breath fans over your skin, his wet tongue suckling onto skin he has yet to claim, leaving purple marks in his wake.

his hips grind against yours, his right hand grabbing at the supple flesh of your ass, enjoying the way it feels in his hand. the hairs at the base of his dick rub harshly against your clit, earning a satisfied mewl escaping from your lips.

his cock tip glides along your g-spot for the nth time, purposing aiming and pushing against it to make you lose you're mind. you can't deny he isn't, afterall, every thrust your back is arching off the futon, hand clawing at the bare skin of his strong back, calling out for his name like some bitch in heat.

he's good. he's so good. not just in bed, but also as a man—he's good. he's good with old people, he's good with children, he's good with you. amazing even.

you smile softly at the thought, your eyes distantly staring up at the ceiling. he is good. maybe the only good one for you. no—he is. he is the only one for you. he's the only one who knows all of your secret tickle spots, the only one who remembers the tiniest of details, like how you prefer mango over peach when it comes to dessert.

he's so good to you. he puts up with your attitude and never fails to make you feel good when you feel like shit, always reminding you how much of a special person you are, how you've saved so many lives, how you are the most special person to him and always will be.

rengoku's hips come to a half when he hears a soft sniffle. his eyes dart up to your face, eyebrows arching when he sees the tears that run down your beautiful face. rengoku instantly brings his attention on you, preparing to pull out only to be stopped when you grip onto yours shoulders.

"n-no, it's o-okay—" you mumble out, wiping away your tears with a hand. "what's wrong?" he asks softly, his palms rubbing soft circles into your belly. rengoku chews on his bottom lip when you hesitate to respond, various answers or solutions racing through his mind.

you rush to wrap your arms around his neck when you feel him slip his cock out, startling the flame hashira. "no! i want you," you cry out into his shoulder, inhaling his soothing scent.

rengoku chuckles at your clingyness, his arms wrapping around the small of your waist. his eyebrow raises when he feels the your fingers wrap around the base of his cock, alligning the tip with your gaping cunt.

you both moan in unison when his cock is swallowed up by your tight walls, his hips slowly building up rhythm again. rengoku's hips stutter when he sees a tear slip out of your waterline, still concerned for your wellbeing, but his concern is short-lived when your filmy eyes shut at the feeling of his cock tip pressing against your cervix.

rengoku leans down to encapture your lips with his own, his tongue dancing passionately with yours. a low groan leaves his throat, only to be swallowed up by your soft lips.

he only pulls away when he feels the knot in his stomach begin to unravel, his palms gripping on the sides of your hips as he does his best to resist coming before you. his golden eyes stare intently at your face through his thick eyelashes, watching the way your adorable face contorts erotically with pleasure.

"i love you, y/n." he declares, his mouth twitching upwards when your walls tighten around his cock as you orgasm. "hah—i l-love you kyojuro..!" you moan out, your hands digging into his broad back as you ride out your orgasm.

rengoku soon follows, his hips slamming into yours once more before he spills his load into you with a gutteral groan, his body trembling on top of yours.

the room is silent, the only noises being your shared quick breaths and the flickers of the candlelight.

rengoku rests his head on top of your chest, his eyes fluttering closed to the soothing lull of your heartbeat. your head tilts towards the window, eyes glued to the shining moon while your hands softly caress rengoku's scarred back.

"please don't die, kyojuro," you whisper softly, your palms stilling on his back. you figure quickly that your whisper will go unheard, hearing rengoku's soft breathing.

you pray to the gods he doesn't die. but it's like the gods don't exist anymore, as a couple days later, you are given the news that rengoku was killed during the mission he left for following the last night you two spent together.

unbeknownst to the two of you, he wasn't leaving behind just you.

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[anomaly-hivemind]

A Taste of Fire ☆ Dragon! Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader | Kinktober Day 2

Summary: You’re unfortunately chosen to be sacrificed to a dragon, but Rengoku being well Rengoku he is not going to kill you. You're definitely not off the hook, though.

Word Count: 4134

Tags: monsterfucking, monster/human relationships, dragon, Rituals, Predator/prey,  size kink, size difference, marking, knotting, dragon shifter, fluff and smut, oral, penis in vagina, overstimulation, aftercare, mating, Teratophilia, slight cockwarming, slight dacryphilia, blind and you’ll miss it.

It was that time of year, when the scorching summer sun began to cool, and the leaves began to change in hue. The whole world grew slower, it was also that time of year when your village chose someone to be a human sacrifice. About a day's walk away high up in the mountains was a dragon, of course, it wasn’t always there, however, it had been there for as long as you’d been alive.

The beast didn’t leave the mountains that often, and no one was allowed to venture that high up into the mountains to come across its lair aside from village guards and the sacrificial lamb. However, when it did leave everyone would stare in horror and awe as it soared through the open skies.

Though most of the village lived in fear, some also worshiped the dragons because of the power they wielded. Some time ago some foolish ignorant cowards got the grand idea that if they had a human sacrifice they could keep the dragon away from the village since a so-called “dragon expert” told them that dragons only need to eat once a year or some other stupid shit like that.

Unfortunately, before you could gather enough gold to hightail it to another village or a city you were chosen to be the sacrifice for the year. As they called your name your stomach churned and you felt like you were gonna be sick. The crowd parted around you as the village elders beckoned you forward. Your teeth were clenched tight and your muscles tense. You wanted nothing more than to run, but you couldn’t move, your feet were fixed to the ground.

Two people dragged you away to the village priests’ home where you got scrubbed clean and put into the boring beige sacrificial robes. Another person comes to him leading a sheep which the handler made to stand beside you.  You were told loudly to get on your knees to start the ritual. 

The Priest tells everyone to bow their heads, your heart was beating so erratically that you were starting to think you may have a heart attack before you could get eaten. He starts murmuring a few words as he cleans a wavy-looking knife.

 “And our keeper, the Red Dragon, will let us all stay in the name of the lamb of Sacrifice!” The Priest rams the knife into the back of the sheep's neck, you jump at the loud cry of the farm animal as its wool becomes stained with its blood. He drops the knife back on the table and looks down at you. His eyes were etched with determination and confidence as he placed a hand on your chin. You wanted to cry, you could feel the urge blowing into your eyes and you could feel the hairs on your body bristle. 

“You are saving us.” He whispered as he placed two fingers over your eyes to make you close them. 

  The two men picked up the sheep and tilted it above you. You let out a loud gasp when your body becomes coated in blood. The hot sticky liquid coats your robe and body. The viscous content matted your body as it started to slowly dry. You open your eyes, looking at the crimson color on you, its slow dripping almost causes you to disassociate from the experience. They yanked you off the ground roughly and

you stumble to a stand. Dragging you to the outskirts of the village they began chanting in low rumbly tones as they forced you against a pole and tied you there so you couldn’t run. 

This was all your life amounted to, nothing more than a sacrifice to a bunch of people who didn’t hesitate to send you to the slaughter. These people who had known you your whole life and now they were simply throwing your life away. 

Not too long after you hear the faint sound of wings flapping rhythmically, and the townspeople quickly begin to second the mountain. The blood was starting to cake up and dry a bit in places on your body. You hated feeling all sticky, but you guessed it wouldn't matter all that much when you were about to get eaten by a dragon. 

The sound of the dragon was growing louder and louder. When you looked up at the sky you could see the dragon closing distance in the air. You feel like you should be crying, or begging the great heavens to save you but you don’t. You knew it wouldn’t help you, in fact, no one was coming to help you. You close your eyes and accept your fate, a quick meal to “save” a bunch of scared townspeople. 

Moments later you were wrapped in a warmth, which you assumed was the maw of the beast. You were dead… at least that's what you thought before you felt the wind ripping around your body. You opened your eyes to see you were thousands of feet in the air in the dragon's claws. A scream gets stuck in your throat and your mouth goes dry as you choke on the feelings of dread. It overwhelms you, so much that you go limp and faint.  

You slowly wake up on the cave floor, surprisingly still alive. You look around, jumping and scrambling back when you meet the almost hypnotic eyes of the dragon, very clearly staring at you. Yellow rings wrapped around reddish orange pupils with white slitted irises, unmoving and unblinking; with its head tilted, almost curiously you supposed.

The dragon was just looking at you, motionless and breathing softly, at least that's what you assumed was soft for a dragon. You are scared now, more than ever, there’s no reason to try to put on a brave face when you are getting ready to die.  You could feel the warm breath waft over your naked body…  You look down at yourself, your bloody sacrificial robe is gone. 

The dragon moves closer, you lean back further wondering why this large beautiful creature hasn’t torn you to shreds yet. You squeezed your eyelids shut when you saw the dragon open its mouth. What you didn't expect was to be met with the hot tongue of the dragon licking the blood off your body.  It brings a chill up your spine as confusion slaps you. 

You were a deer in headlights, frozen with fear as the dragon licked you like a mother cat would its baby. The licking suddenly ceased, you opened your eyes, the blood was gone and the dragon moved away. 

“Thank you?”  You tilt your head as you sit in front of the dragon, why are you thanking the dragon that’s going to eat you? You didn't know what was going on right now. The dragon let out a loud huff before you watched it visibly start to shrink.  Your eyes widen as you hear the bones of the dragon actively start to shift and their skin glows a hue of different shades. Some of the lights were actively making your eyes burn a bit so you closed them and just listened to the snap, crackle, and bop. 

When it stopped you slowly opened your eyes to an unexpected sight. Before you were a man? Well, a humanoid of great stature and musculature. He had choppy blonde hair with red tips, however, his eyebrows were… black. And strangely shaped a bit like arrowheads.

His torso, arms, and legs, had red scales of various sizes, along with a few spikes on his arms and legs. Long thick red horns with ridges protruded from his head, curving slightly to the back. Then there was the matter that he was well, naked, you were trying not to look but you couldn’t help but notice the…large assets he possessed. 

Trying to find something else to focus on you looked back to his face, and he had such an unyielding stare, wide diamond-shaped eyes with such a unique color, white slitted pupils with red and yellow rings… red and yellow rings? The dragon turned into this “man”?

“You’re… the dragon?” You asked, unsure if he could even understand you, maybe he couldn’t even speak.

“Yes! Is that not clear from my appearance!?” He said, placing his hands on his hips. You looked up at him from your seated position,  you felt so small, and helpless and the fear was still present within you, even if you couldn't take your eyes off of him. He was very beautiful and you felt almost drawn to him, like you're not supposed to look away from him. 

“What are you planning on doing to me?”  There was no better time than now to ask this question. Even if you were afraid of the answer.

“I'll keep you unless you want to go back to that village of yours.” 

“So you're not going to eat me?” You kind of felt like this was instigating. You don't really want him to change his mind. You were happy that you weren't going to have a meal. 

“No. I don’t feel like it right now,” The fact that he said right now and still a feeling of dread within you. So there was still a chance that he was going to devour you.  

“Then what happened to the other people that’ve been sent to you?” If he was eating people then you were not going to be the last The only reason why you assumed that he did eat People. Because you weren't the first to be sent up here. All who have never returned.

“Don't worry about that.” He shrugged and got down to his level. He was crouching right in front of you now. The smile on his face revealed his sharp teeth.   

He grabs your chin and gives you a once-over. You let out a squeak at the feeling of his warm skin radiating on you and sharp talons so close to puncturing your flesh. This close you get a better look at his size compared to yours. A wave of heat shoots to your core; why was there a part of you seemingly aroused right now?

“You smell delicious,”  He complimented, as his touch loosened.  His eyes are intense as they look at you with an odd gentleness.

“Delicious?” You were wondering how he could find your smell any kind of pleasing. You feel like you still smell like the remnants of the metallic twang of animal blood that was once on you. Which was also mixed from the time when he had run his tongue along your body to clean you off. 

“I'll keep you nice and right.” His horns brushed against your head as his face was near your neck.  You could feel his teeth against your skin causing you to shiver. You felt like you should be fighting him off, pushing him away, and booking it as fast as you could. 

But you knew that you couldn’t, that you shouldn't. There was no point in risking making this dragon in human form anger. He was larger than you, stronger than you, but something within you liked that. 

“So do you have a name?” Your voice quivered. 

“Kyojuro,” he said with his unwavering and almost uncanny smile. The small amount of evening sun that was filtering into the cave made his teeth glint, and once again you were reminded of how sharp they were, he could probably tear flesh apart in an instant, no problem. 

A shiver ran down your spine at the thought.

He places a kiss on your skin but you let out a wince when you feel his sharp teeth digging into your skin. He holds you in place so you can’t pull away and tears almost form in your eyes. His talons were so close to making your bleed, that didn’t stop any pain though as they dug into your flesh.

“Oh that hurts!” you complained out a whine. 

“You’ll feel all better soon, I'll make you feel much better.” He whispered and pulled you onto your back. You let him, staring up at his hypnotic eyes as he looked down at you with a hungry gaze except it didn’t like the type that would involve you being a meal at least not fully.  But the way he bit you told another story, even more so when he takes another bite at again on your collarbone.  

Then he would suck on the mark before creating another one somewhere else. He was getting lower by the second he was looking up at you, running his tongue on your skin. You let out a gasp that finally catches Rengoku’s attention, a smirk grows on his face. 

“Am I making you feel good already, I can smell your arousal,”  Kyojuro spoke, a devilish smile on his face.

“I-i- um,” Your words were caught in your throat and your mouth was dry as you looked at him. He could smell you, the effect this was having on your body and mind you should be scared and in a way, you are still afraid of him but there was the underlying attraction. 

“It smells delectable, time for a little taste,” he said, licking his long tongue over his lips. Fear coursed through your body as he sniffed down your body. Rengoku smiled as he propped your legs up and open. You knew he said he wasn’t going to eat you but you still had that underlying fear.

When you felt his warm breath and his hair tickle your inner thigh you let out a yelp of surprise. His teeth dug into the fat of your thigh as he moved up, he was so close

 to your cunt. 

He licked a stripe up your pussy and let out a satisfied hum before going back in lapping and sucking with vigor. His tongue slipped into your hole, wow he was really eating that puss. You closed your eyes and let out a moan, gripping his horns and holding them in a tight grasp to pull him closer, you wanted more of this. Even though you feel like this is the opposite of how you should be feeling right now. 

Lewd slurps and moans bounced off the cave walls. He took his tongue from your hole and began swirling it around your throbbing bud you couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure. The pleasure was almost overwhelming but you knew you wanted more. 

“Ha-h more~” 

Kyojuro happily obliged and he worked to devour you with added fervor, you couldn't stop yourself from humping his face, your hips bucking up and pleasure coursing through you every time your clit brushed against his nose. He tightens his grip on your thighs to hold you in place, clearly, you were moving too much and he wanted you fully under his control. 

Your chest heaved as you tried to control yourself, however, your eyes were watering and you could feel the small amount of control you had slipping away from you. The way his tongue reached inside you writhing around or the way it flicked your clit just made waves of euphoria over you, your insides fluttered and it felt like you were floating.  

At the back of your mind, you were thinking about his teeth so close to such a sensitive part of you and the marks that littered your thighs certainly didn’t help that fact, however, that only seemed to make your juices flow more. 

“Oh- a-augh~!” The coil that had been slowly winding deep in your core released, your body tensed and your body raised slightly off the ground as pleasure ripped through your being. As you came down from your high your chest heaved as you attempted to catch your breath.  You closed your eyes only to have to force them open after being given a light pat on the face.

“We’re not done yet, I still have to get my fill… and once I’m satisfied, I'm going to ravage you.”  He pulls you a bit off the cave floor, your legs against his thighs and the rest of you still limply on the ground. He rubs his cock along your wet entrance, you could feel his fat head pressed against you. 

He rubbed the tip along your folds, teasing it. Your hips bucked forward though you knew it would surely wreck your insides. That was definitely too big, this was by far the biggest you saw let alone take and it caused a pit to form in your stomach but also a wave of heat in your cunt. He was getting ready to move into you, he let out a hiss as he stretched you out. It was certainly too big for you and you let out a pained whine, it didn’t help that you were as wet as you were. 

“Oh my gosh,” you moaned repeatedly, trying to cope with the pain, but there was also an underlying pleasure, you liked that you were triple times stuffed full. As Rengoku began to slowly rock his hips into you you could feel yourself slowly adjusting to his length. More and more it became easier for him to slide in and out from the mix of juices and precum. The pain turned into pleasure and you found your cries turning from moans of pain to pleasure. It still hurt but you liked the pain, it felt good.

Rengoku’s hands gripped your hips roughly and vigorously pounded into you, his fat balls slapping into your skin. It felt like his dick was carving out its own spot in your insides, bullying all the sweet spots inside over and over, again and again. You felt like your eyes were going to roll into the back of your skull as he started to make up a rhythmic pace. Your legs made a weak attempt to wrap around him, it caused him to let out a breathy chuckle.  

“Look at you, all mine, I can't wait to fill you up. ” He smiled and cleaned down to sink his teeth into your shoulder, you let out a moan. You wanted that, the words he said just echoing in your ears after he said it.  You felt like everything was on fire, your blood, your body, mind, and soul was begging for another release. This was evident when you could feel your walls clench around him getting ready for another climax. 

Your legs quaked and your walls clenched and spasmed around his magnanimous cock. Each thrust felt like too much, too overwhelming, too stimulating, and yet you couldn’t get enough.  You feel like with the way your moans were echoing throughout the cave the village would have been able to hear you.  

He smirks and leans into your neck, nipping over the other bite mark this time, the sensitive skin and causing you to try and squirm. His hips bucked against you becoming aggressive. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, wanting to pull him deeper into yourself, and urging him to take you harder. Your body is trembling with the pleasure and pain of his thick cock stretching you out. You felt like you were being torn apart, but you couldn't stop yourself from wanting more.

You felt like you were going to cum all over again, and you could feel him start to throb. You screamed out as Rengoku rammed into you, his cock being the thing pushing over the edge this time. Your body convulsed beneath him, legs tightening around his waist as you tried and fight the overcome by waves of pleasure. Your tight walls fluttered, trying to decide if you should loosen up or tighten to hold him inside you with a vice grip. 

“There you go pretty” he doesn't stop, in fact, it's the opposite as when he starts to pick back up to chase his own high. You didn't even have time to process the ending of your second before you started to feel the weak building of a third one. 

“I'm sure you have one more left in you” It wasn't a question, he was telling you to have the strength and willpower to stay conscious long enough to have another orgasm and that was easier said than done. 

Your body felt limp, and your mind was fuzzy, all with the added blanket of building pleasure. You felt like you were on fire and everything was hot you could almost taste it.

“I can't take it anymore!” You pant and groan. 

“You can” he hissed and you saw his eyes contradict even more than before into a predator-hungry gaze. It makes you shiver, his voice was harsh, if not encouraging. But even though he said you could, you went so sure. 

He moved faster, and harder and you cried out. He was letting out sounds that made your ears hot and your cunt harder. He grabs one of your hands, holds it in a firm grip and they both get closer to finishing. 

His thrust got messy and rough and his claws started to dig into your hand. You could tell he was close, and you weren't that far behind.  Then you felt it, the throbbing of his cock then he started to swell up. You could feel him getting bigger, ripping you open and stretching you past your limits. 

You could feel him right on the edge of ripping you in two with his knot, but you found yourself craving more of his touch. You held onto him tightly, milking every last drop from him as you writhed beneath him. You lay beneath Rengoku, your body still trembling from the intensity of your coupling. Along with being filled far past the brim, and you know that you would never feel this full by anyone else. 

You felt his weight on top of you, his cock still buried deep inside you, feeling like it was getting bigger by the second. You reached up, tracing your fingers along his chest, feeling the sweat on his skin. You could feel his heart beating against your hand, the sound of their shared breaths filling the air around them. 

He places a kiss on your cheeks, then forehead as he holds you closer to his warm form. His warm seed, trapped in you by his knot. His hold is gentle and protective, as you murmured incoherent curses as you feel yourself climaxing around his knot.  You could feel your jelly legs dampened with small rounds of love juices that managed to seep out. 

Kyojuro wrapped his large arms around your waist and flipped both of you over so you were lying on his chest. He was so warm it was pretty comforting. You could fall asleep if it wasn’t for Kyojuro's large cock still semi-hard inside of you.   

“How are you still hard?” Kyojuro just laughed at your question; the small shifting of his body from laughing made his dick twitch and you were still sensitive.

You let out a whimper. Kyojuro placed a kiss atop your head. “Shh, it’s okay,” he held tightly and rubbed your back soothingly. You feel your eyes start to get more heavy, and your body starts to become lucid. You both just lay there and claws lightly tracing patterns against your skin as you worked on getting your active senses to calm down. 

His hips rocked forward as much as they could. Even the little movement was far too much, you could barely take it. You tried to focus on your breathing, or his breathing, or anything else than the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling right now. 

“You’re doing so good,” Kyojuro whispered, patting your head comfortingly. 

Waves of pleasure washed over you so many times, you were so fucking out you didn’t even know your name or where you were. All you knew was that you couldn’t stop cumming. Kyojuro let out a grunt and you were pumped full of more cum. You could feel it leaking out the sides of your hole, which was thoroughly stuffed. Finally, you could feel his dick going soft, however, the knot at the base of his cock which was keeping him inside, had not. 

“My knot will go down in a few minutes, just relax till then okay,” Kyojuro said. Soon enough the knot did go down and he could finally pull out, cum flowed from your cunt, slipping down onto Kyojuro. He sat up and lifted you into his arms before standing up.

“Huh, where are we going?” You asked, a bit drowsy.

“There are hot springs up here in the mountains, going to clean up you, you’re gonna be hurting so the spring water should help,” he carried you gently and all you could do was start to fall asleep. 

[peppermint-monster]

Rengoku Kyojuro. X Chubby Reader!

Warning: Dirty Talk, Handjob (solo), Petname (Little Flame), Fingering (Female Receiving), Spanking, Caught, Oral sex (female receiving), Rengoku being a tease. Basically, NSFW. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also, be mindful that I didn't really mention much of the reader's appearance (besides, she's a female) since I wanted to keep it vague for everyone to relate as much as possible, though it is definitely for the more voluptuous side of ladies. 😊

Please be mindful that the photos are not mine, but the making of the collage is.

MINORS DNI!!!! 🔞🙅🏻‍♀️If you're not comfortable with this, please ignore!

Rengoku X Chubby Reader!

Rengoku Kyojuro was definitely the golden retriever to her black cat; he was radiant, positive, and motivated compared to her aggravated, gloomy, apathetic demeanor. In all honesty, he was odd. Nonetheless, he was her master, and she was his apprentice, someone she admired and looked up to but secretly craved.

He was the sweetest man she had ever met. 

Treating her so well that he made up numerous training exercises that were much easier for her, also allowing her to train graciously by his side, whipping her into proper shape. Though being a Demon slayer was no easy task, it was mentally and physically draining, often leaving her body sore and her fingers cut with callousness. Afterward, as a celebration, he would take her to eat, saying his signature phrase, “Umai!”

His unexpected, amusing outburst caused her to discreetly smile at herself while taking a bite of her rice.

When he finally took her to her first mission, Master Ren~ was there every step of the way. He supported her in every way until the demon they were hunting got the upper hand, catching her off guard. The demon was about to strike her, but a sudden thump seemed to pause that. 

That thing was the demon's dismembered hand, which caused them to scream in anguish. She was so caught up in thinking about what her mentor had done that she didn't notice him moving in front of her in a battle stance. “Don't worry, I got this.”

Okay, so…her first mission wasn't the best. She even apologized for almost getting them both killed, bowing over with her face heating up in embarrassment and tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“You’re right. That was reckless of you, but it was also irresponsible of me to think you were ready.”

“I'm sorry.” She failed her Master's.

“But with how things could have gone, I could say you did better than expected, and that counts.” He sighed, placing his hand on her head and patting it.

Why was he so nice to her when he should be lashing out? She doesn't get it but can't help her heart from beating fast.

Despite her reluctance, they are now at Butterfly Manor, per her master's directive. Miss Shinobu insists that she be confined to bed rest for days to recuperate and avoid overworking, while her mentor has gone on a solo expedition, leaving her feeling disheartened.

Thanks to the help of the sweet caterpillar triplets, she was able to heal correctly, much to her relief. With such happiness, she wanted to get back on track and improve her training with her mentor. 

For that to happen, she needed to let him know she was okay.

Despite being under house arrest and having only seen Master Rengoku once, she couldn't resist the urge to visit him upon learning of his return. Even though she knew it was wrong, she sneaked through the dark corridors and stood directly in front of his chamber.

With nerves building up inside, she lightly knocks on the sliding door.

Knock

Knock

A moment passed of dead silence. No noise coming from the inside can be heard.

Feeling intrusive and not wanting to bother the man, she turns to walk away but stops mid-step when she hears faint sounds coming from his room. Overthinking the worst and believing Rengoku had been injured during his assignment or had perhaps drawn an intruder his way, she bursts through the sliding door, expecting to see her mentor hurt and struggling to bandage himself up or someone ready to strike. 

Instead, she was met with his arms, keeping his upper body upward as he lay, there the gracious Flame Pillar himself, Rengoku Kyojuro, was in bed, desperately stroking his heaving member.

In disarray, the iconic uniform worn by all Demon Slayer members was noticeably absent. Instead, leaving him draped in a robe, slightly ajar, with his majestic naked body fully exposed.

Unveiling every scar she’d fantasized about feeling, running her hands down his chest and to his leaking member- though back to this embarrassing encounter.

Her lips parted, and a gasp escaped before she could contain it, expressing her surprise.

Catching the lustful gaze of her dearest mentor.

"I-I'm sorry," she blurted out before she could stop herself once again.

Before she could allow Rengoku to cover himself fully, she turned around and dashed out of the room. However, she barely made it a few steps before the baggy pajama pants she was provided caused her to trip and fall to the floor, further embarrassing her.

“Ow..” She mewled, rubbing her forehead while sitting in a W position.

Unfortunately, the situation has taken a turn for the worse.

"It seems that we've caught someone trying to sneak a peek into things they shouldn't be."

A harsh voice looming over her sent a shudder down her spine. 

Her breath seized as she saw her dream guy; his formerly spiked-up hair was now unkempt, with bangs falling low and obscuring those fiery eyes that used to stare into her soul, now appeared to be undressing her with his sinful gaze and faint smile he always seems to wear.

Trailing her gaze more down, she saw his robe was still unfastened, exposing his well-built body. Continuing lower down his happy trail, Rengoku appeared to have some dignity by putting on a fundoshi, much to her relief and dismay.

The moment that sliding door closed, Kyojur was at his wit’s end.

He treats his curvy apprentice like the goddess she is, worshiping her mind, body, and soul and never once treating her anything lower than that standard. However, being the man who must train her so she could someday become a Demon Slayer has its moments where he has to be tough and rough with her so that she won't get killed if a scenario were to come.

Much to his dismay, it just happened days ago with that infuriating Demon. He expected much better from her but was caught off guard and almost killed in front of him. If Kyojuro didn't interfere, he was certain his beloved flame would have died.

So when the opportunity came to protect her, he took it, forcing her into house arrest to “Heal.” Even then, he couldn't handle that and went on a mission to distract himself from what had happened.

But even that couldn't help him.

The metaphorical leash he’s tightly held was slowly loosening from his grip.

“You are in serious trouble.” Kyojuro’s hands roughly grabbed her ass, kneading a handful of her cloth skin as he could fester, making her whimper.

“Such a bad girl, my sweet flame.”

“Whatever.” She huffed out, rolling her eyes. “It’s not my fault. I knocked multiple times, but no response.”

Kyojuro was irritated and annoyed by her sassy behavior, and he needed to take a deep breath and not let his intrusive thoughts get the best of him.

She backs away from the tall man, trying to walk away from him, but is stopped by a big, surprisingly warm, rough hand that grabs hold of the back of her neck, bringing her close. She let out a gasp, and then he took full advantage by slamming his lips down on hers.

Her arms instinctively pressed against his nude chest as her heart beat loudly on her own.

“Such lies your speaking.” He mumbles against her, grabbing her hair and pulling her head to the side to give him access to her neck.

As though sensing her need to defend herself, Kyojuro kissed her again, still hungry and desperate but more gentle than before. 

“Admit it, you're a voyeur.” He whispers in her ear with a sly grin.

"What!" She whisper-shouts, her cheeks burning from shock and humiliation.

He shifts his hand from her neck to her waist, drawing her in against him while he pushes them back and toward the bed's edge. This causes her to fall back onto the bed, with one arm supporting her while Kyojuro leans over her.

She looked up at him with those dough eyes and plump lips sinking between her teeth.

That’s it, Kyojuro finally snaps.

Finally, he let go of the subconscious leash, liberating himself from the subconscious restraints.

Bringing himself forward, Kyojuro sat at the edge of his bed and took hold of one of his beautiful flame’s ankles, bringing her close to the edge of the bed to undo her pajama pants and pull them down her legs.

He took a sudden deep breath, feeling his breath catch at the astonishing sight before him.

“You’ve been naughty, my sweet blaze.” Kyojuro guided her to stand before him, resting his hands on her waist to keep her still. She rested her hands on his shoulders while staring in a longing gaze.

“I think you need a punishment.”

His hand firmly comes down against the curve of her ass, and she gasps at the contact—a slap ringing through the room.

“One!”

He smirked at her reaction, seemingly satisfied at the dark handprint quickly revealing on her skin.

“Keep count for me, k?” He softly caressed her ass with his other hand while grinning and repositioning the one that was holding her hands behind her back.

Before she could say a sentence, his free hand roughly met her ass again. The full force of his strength struck her left ass cheek more aggressively than she anticipated leaving her crying out.

“Two!”

Another slap landed on her other cheek, slightly lighter than the first two but still hard enough to take her breath away and anticipate more.

“T-Three.” She hesitated for a moment, nearly losing track of the count, but she quickly regained composure before her devoted master could take further action.

Another slap landed on her ass.

Then another.

And another.

There was a brief pause, Kyojuro letting go of her restrained hand while also allowing the throbbing soft flesh of her ass to have a break from its punishment. Rubbing a hand over the darker shade he had left, feeling the warmth it brought and much more.

“What’s this?”

Seeming to notice between her spread buttocks was a damp patch on the front of her panties. Dawning on him that his curvy beauty was getting off on this.

“You like this?” He murmurs under his breath.

Curiously, Kyojuro slips her panties halfway down her legs, caught between her lower thighs, his thick, calloused fingers spreading her folds. It's sinful how hot her wet heat is; squelching noises filled the room. “Should’ve known you'd be like this since you're a voyeur.” He chuckles to himself.

Shudders of embarrassment ran through her body. She squirmed on Kyojuro's lap and buried her flushed face in the mattress, muffling her whimpers and soft moans.

“K-Kyo…”

Yet he was stronger than her, keeping her in place as he slapped her cunt. Making her arch her back as she cries out.

His fingers bully their way inside her, and Kyojuro chuckles, feeling how her gummy walls immediately tighten around him.

Leaning down to face his sweet, precious flame, he whispered in her ear, “Looking for something bigger? Hmph~ You’ll take what I give you, whore.”

She tilted her head to the side, looking at his radiant gaze. Lust could be seen through his lidded gazes.

Scissoring her warm heat, her juice splashed with every deep thrust dripping down her thighs and to the ground.

“Ooooo~” Her mouth formed an "O" as tears welled in the corners of her eyes. Her legs trembled while she pitifully tried to hump his fingers. 

“Gonna cum?” He hummed against her.

“Ugh, yessss…”

At the edge of her orgasm, about to cum so beautifully around his thick fingers, which were speeding up and sloppily beating her g spot, Kyojuro pulled his fingers out and rubbed her lower lips before he slapped her throbbing clit for good measure. Standing up and off the bed, he removed himself from his sweet, curvy beauty, quickly wanting to get rid of his undergarments.

Revealing his once again long and hard cock, springing free and in his hand, moved down to give himself much-needed friction pulling on the heaving rod.

She whines, throwing a tantrum under his gaze.

“How dare you! This is so not fair!” She pants out. Pouting at the sight of her master stroking himself in front of her, making her feel ever so desperate and needy, her warm heat once again feeling tingly and in want to finally cum.

That her right hand slowly started to make its way down to her throbbing clit, but the Flame Hashira was fast enough to grab her once again ankle and bring them upward, sliding her legs apart, keeping a firm hold on her parted thighs, and he brought his body forward and between her legs.

His sharp stare kept her in a trance.

“Don't you dare touch yourself unless I tell you to,” He growled lowly and demanded as she gasped from the sudden sensation of the tip of his member probing at her slick entrance.

She bit her lip to keep herself from moving her hips, shuddering at the restrained.

“Do I make myself clear?” He fixed his gaze, concentrating intensely on the sweet flame in his hands.

She quickly nodded her head. At this point, she couldn't go against him as much as she wanted to fight against him. She was willing to go along with whatever he wanted just to feel her sweet release.

But against her better judgment, her hips disobeyed her and moved against her will. Moving against him, his tip slid along her slick folds. One of his hands quickly went down to her doughy hip, pinning it down as he furrowed his eyebrows, his mouth hanging slightly as he inhaled sharply.

“You’re so despicable. Such a needy little slut that can't stop herself. Just want me to lay everything down and just slam my dick inside you, huh? Have your juice all over me, hmmm?” 

It was only for a moment, just a moment, that he allowed himself the pleasure of his tip dragging along her throbbing bud as he spoke those sinful words to her as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Though only for a moment.

“But you don't deserve that. This is a punishment, after all.” That set her off, whimpering for him to continue, edging him on to continue dragging his length along her, but she was stopped by the tightly held hand on her soft hip.

Rengoku quickly yet dreadfully pulls himself off her before going down on his knees, bringing her lower half to hang off the bed and onto his shoulder and his hot breath hitting her core.

Suddenly, sniffing noises emerged from the room, shyly having the curvy beauty cover her face in embarrassment.

“You smell sweet~,” He says before placing a hand on the top of her lower stomach and the other spreading her lower fold, allowing him to kiss her pussy, causing her to whine.

“No…” She timidly sought to encourage him to move away from her lower half, reaching for his shoulder in an effort to pull him away, but he remained stubborn.

Licking her pussy and sucking on her folds, causing her to cry out and squirm under his grasp. Instantly bring her thighs together to ease the bliss she was feeling.

"Nah-huh" He fumbles to speak, too preoccupied with covering her cunt and repeatedly creating the number eight on her delicate clit, all the while firmly placing a hand over her thigh to keep them apart.

The feeling of his warm breath hitting her core and his tongue making swirls around her clit before slipping past her slick fold was a feeling she had never felt before, making her hands move to his hair, holding onto the spiky strands for her dear life.

That was his cue to nip at her delicate fold, for always trying to break him apart from his feast, causing her to let out another lewd moan.

Each touch has her gasping and her inside clenching around nothing as her legs begin to shake from the sweet torment. His strong hands on her body felt as if she was on fire as she tried to grind down against his lips, but his grip only tightened around her doughy thighs, sinking deeper into the soft flesh, and her sweet moans only seemed to grow loud at the sight of his biceps flexing.

Instinctively bringing a hand behind her to clutch onto the sheet as continuous kitten licks and sudden sloppy kisses on her pussy sent her feeling once again her sweet edge as the knot formed in her stomach and her back began to arch, catching Rengoku’s fiery stare.

While all this was happening, not once did he allow himself the pleasure of touching himself. legs knees under him with his thighs spread wide, visibly showing his weeping hard-on.

The throbbing flesh was hot to the touch, ready and dripping with pre as it twitched with every thrilling pretest and moan she dared muster in an attempt to run away from him.

He waited for the right time. The right moment to finally give the heaving rod a few strokes right as she was about to cum, wanting them both to climax at the same time. 

He smears his pre around the head, encouraging him to continue around the length and down to the base.

Kyojuro slowly stroked himself, following the same rhythm he had set with his greedy mouth. Imagining his cock being the actual one doing these things. His stroke became pumps, sweeping his thumb over the tip, swallowing her with his heated eyes as she watched him intently, barely blinking.

Groans escaped his already parted lips, deep and clear rumbling through her lower half. 

He was on the verge of his release as he squeezed his tip. He could feel her shuddering on his shoulder, and he used it as a sign to pick up on his rhythm for both him and her.

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna…” In a moment of desperation, she lets out a weak cry, her eyes half-closed and rolling back as she runs her fingers through his hair. In her agitation, she tugs at his hair as she reaches her breaking point.

Milliseconds before Kyojuro moaned out loud.

He shot ropes of hot cum onto the ground, momentarily closing his eyes and losing himself devouring the sweetest juice he ever tasted.

Finally, after minutes had passed, the pounding in her head made her hyper-aware of his breathing, so shallow and deeper than she ever heard it.

Pulling away and resting her lovingly on the bed, Kyojuro stood from the ground. Pins and needles ran through his legs, yet he didn't seem to care. Finally allowing himself to open his eyes, he stared at the beautiful beauty he towered over, pupils dilated and plump lips enticing, all spread out on the bed with only her pajama shirt on.

He was the first to move before she could lean up to kiss him. Crawling into bed and hovering over her with his arms supporting his weight on either side of her head, he leaned down and kissed her.

His captivating kiss carried the familiar taste of her, drawing her close to him by the neck, molding her into putty in his hands.

[actuallysaiyan]

You're making so many people happy with your writing. Thank you so much for doing the prompts!!! If it's okay, may I also see: "Come on, please, do it." + our flame Hashira, Rengoku Kyojuro ❤️‍🔥

For a man who's always so loud, Kyojuro finds himself shy and tongue tied around you. He wishes he knew the right words to say to you, but he's always just wanting to listen to you talk instead. You have such a soothing voice, he would listen to you say anything.

His heart feels so full whenever he sees you training too. He will silently watch you, earning a few jabs from the Sound Hashira.

"In love, hm?" Tengen teases Kyojuro.

Kyojuro laughs; a hearty and loud sound. "Nonsense! Can't I admire one of our own without it turning into romance?"

Tengen laughs, "Oh come on! I can tell you're clearly smitten by her! Why don't you just ask her out?!"

But Kyojuro still can't get the nerve to ask you out. You're truly beautiful. Strong and smart. You're the perfect package. It doesn't matter how many times Tengen teases him, he'll just never find it in his heart to get that courage to ask you to be his.

It happens so fast. One night you're returning from a mission. You end up in the onsen, only to be met with the nearly nude figure of Kyojuro. Your cheeks heat up and you squeak in surprise. He's also quite embarrassed and sheepish right now.

"Uh...you can take a bath." He offers.

You shake your head, "I think it's okay if we both do."

In the warm water, your inhibitions are lessened. Your heart pounds in your chest as you move closer to him. He surprises you both when he cups your face and kisses you. It turns into something teeth clashing and full of pent up passion. Kyojuro's hands shake as he tries to go further. You look up at him with those sweet eyes of yours, dark with lust now.

"You can touch me," you gently coax him.

He looks away, his cheeks burning. His cock would betray him right now if you were to see how hard he is. Kyojuro tries to turn back towards you, and your voice comes out so soft and so seductive and it brings him back into the moment.

"Come on," you moan softly. "Please do it."

Kyojuro turns to face you, a fire deep in his belly now. His hands come up to cup your soapy breasts, tugging on your nipples gently as he kisses you hungrily.

"I needed only to hear that, my little flame. Thank you."

[chososrightnipple]

mdni; tw for rough sex, degredation, overstimulation, fivesome (whoopsie..), brief name calling at the end, just mean men fucking you ig

can’t stop thinking about tengen, kyojuro, giyuu, and sanemi passing [reader] around like a back alleyway whore 😕

like they would be so rough, so nasty about it. any praise just a bit too condescending to be comforting, kisses too rough and hands too firm. mocking your whines and laughing at the tears brimming your eyelashes.

“what? s’too much already?” one of them would coo, and another would scoff, “awe, don’t be so sensitive, we’ve barely even done anything to ya,”

which is a lie, of course, because they’ve been stretching you full for hours now. pushing you past the brink of exhaustion. pounding into you until your knees were collapsing- only for one of them to prop a pillow under your tummy, instead.

“c-can’t take it- ah! hah, too much, too much,” you’d slur through swollen lips and a bruised throat, “feels t’good,”

and they’d listen to your whines like it was music to their ears, their responses nothing but filthy words and curses. while one or two are thrusting into your overused holes from behind, another is positioning himself in front of you. tapping the head of his cock against your cheek, smearing his precum on your lips.

“c’mon now, open up.”

and you would, because no matter how much you whine and cry and plead, you still can’t deny the ache in your body when they treat you like this.

“there ya go, that’s our good lil’ whore,”

[eevees-hobbies]

Kyojuro's Penchant for Mirror Foreplay - NSFW

Author’s Note: I swear that I am obsessed with other characters that aren’t Kyojuro Rengoku! I like OTHER anime! He’s just…perfect. Like they really made the perfect man and then stole him from us!

Content Warnings: Female Reader X Kyojuro Rengoku Smut. Foreplay only.

Word Count: 1.1K

Reblogs, likes, and comments are always appreciated! Minors and ageless blogs, please don’t interact. 

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Kyojuro Rengoku loves the sight of you, which means you better either share the same sentiment or get comfortable with this reality.  The Flame Hashira could ravish you anywhere—and he does—but he has a special place in his heart for taking you in front of a mirror, your bodies smacking thunderously against one another, your breasts bouncing wildly, and your face smashed against the cool surface of the mirror as he takes you from behind. Yeah, he has a real penchant for mirrors.

One of his favorite things to do is sit you both down in front of a full-length mirror, your back pressed against his firm chest, his bent legs draped over yours in a way that pins them firmly in place in case you even think about trying to squirm your way out of his grasp.

He’ll begin by peppering soft kisses against your shoulders, a low growl emitting from his throat as he takes in your natural scent. He especially relishes in the smell of you if you’ve been participating in activities that made you sweat throughout the day.

While kissing each tender spot on your neck—spots that Kyo knows so well because he’s studied and committed every spot that elicits a groan, tremble, and whimper to memory. His deft fingers sliding your kimono off, your naked frame shivering at the coolness in the air causing goose bumps to raise your skin. As quickly as he tosses the fabric over your heads, his large hands cup your breasts in his palms. He lets out a soft moan against your neck, his mouth latching onto the skin and sucking, leaving a trail of bright, red hickeys.

“I find myself just as enraptured by you as the day we first met, my flame. Gods, you’re so…”

His voice trails off as he pinches your nipples between his calloused fingers, groaning as they harden and pucker just for him.

“Just look at you. I can drink you in all day.” Your eyes look up to your reflections, and you shiver as his hungry, piercing eyes are locked in on yours. 

“K-kyo, stop staring!” 

“Please don’t ask me to do the impossible, my flame.”

You feel his strong legs tense against yours as he uses them to spread your outstretched limbs wider, your glistening sex now reflected at you both. Your face grows hot being so open and exposed—even if this is the umpteenth time he’s placed you in this exact same predicament. 

“I love every inch of you,” he mutters against your skin. You feel his heart pounding against your back and something firmer and slick pressing against the top of your ass.

His hands travel downwards, raking through your pubic hair, two of his fingers pressing gently against your labia and spreading them apart, exposing the fleshy inside of your pussy, your opening already drooling in anticipation for his touch. 

“Look at how ready she is, my love.”

He dips a middle finger into your sex and brings it up to his mouth, tongue flicking past his lips and tasting you like a starving man. 

“F-fuck, you’re delicious,” he lets out a low groan; his now saliva-slicked finger travels back down to your aching cunt, and gingerly strokes your clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves feeling vulnerable and wanting. 

Your head falls back to rest on Kyojuro’s shoulder, but his other free hand, which was previously fondling your breast, grips your jaw, pulling it back down so that your eyes are back onto your reflection in the mirror.

“I need you to see what I’m doing to you. I need you to see how beautiful you are.”

His hot breath stirs the tips of your hair that frame your face and tickles your ear. Suddenly, your body feels hotter, and you realize that it’s not only your arousal that’s creating a sheen of sweat on your chest but his too. As his eyes roam over your body, but especially over your cunt, his body temperature shoots up, and precum drips down the length of his pulsating tip. 

He now has two fingers against your clit, rubbing them in swift circular motions, his grip on your jaw unrelenting, forcing you to watch him and how he pleasures your body. 

You dig your heels into the floor, your hips bucking up as the burning in your lower abdomen intensifies.

Kyo’s thighs clamp down onto yours now—the weight and power of them so very apparent, keeping you in place—which would feel torturous and cruel if it were anyone else succumbing you to the immense pressure shooting through your veins.

Every muscle in your body is telling you to get away from the intense orgasm you feel building inside of you. You jerk your hips upward in desperation, but Kyojuro revels in you coming undone, even if that means he leaves you a trembling mess. 

“Hmm, where could you possibly think you’re going, my flame,” his tongue licks at your earlobe, his typically resonant voice deep and husky in your ear. 

Your words catch in your throat, barely able to sputter your pleas, “I c-can’t t-take…!”

“But you will take it. Endure it, my love,” he dips his fingers into your cunt; you both moan, you, because his fingers make you feel full, and him because your sex desperately squeezes at his fingers, and he can only imagine that same sensation on his cock.

His fingers plunge into your gushing pussy, rubbing every inch of your velvety walls, the motions of his fingers making lewd squelching sounds. 

“Touch your needy clit for me,” he commands as the tips of his fingers massage the soft, spongey spot deep in you. 

You whimper as you bring a shakey hand to your clit, the pressure of your fingers against your twitching flesh and Kyojuro’s fingers inside of you, making your moans louder until they’re ringing in both your ears. 

Your eyes find his half-lidded ones in the mirror once again, and you let out a squeak as his piercing and prying eyes make you cum. 

Kyojuro lets you ride the wave on his fingers, cooing words of appraisal in your ear, “that’s my girl.” 

He removes his fingers again and brings them up to his hungry mouth, and sucks your wetness clean from every inch. Once satisfied, he places soft kisses against the knuckles of your hand.

“Hmm,” he growls softly, “you always set me ablaze.” 

As you tremble mercilessly against him, the effects of the orgasm still rupturing through your body, you realize that his grip on you hasn’t lessened; in fact, it feels firmer. As he slides his hand back down to your quivering hole and pulls your face toward his so your mouths connect,  you realize that Kyojuro fully intends to have you both placed in front of the mirror for quite some time.

[heavenlyakin]

Burning For You

warnings: Fem!Reader is a mortician for the Demon Slayer Corps, loosely canon-compliant, pajamas mentioned are traditional jinbei so they’re time-accurate (I do the weirdest research for these fics sue me), BLOOD, fingering (f!receiving), reader calls kyo daddy, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, reader rides kyo, and other general smut warnings, creampie. Minors DNI. (also not edited so forgive me or correct me hehe)

wc: 1.4k

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You’re reading in your bed, a candle used for light rather than the lamp beside it. It’s softer, making it easier for you to get tired while you read and try to keep your mind off anything but him. 

Everything you’re feeling tonight is the exact reason why you didn’t want to involve yourself with a corp member, let alone the Flame Hashira. His life is not his own, nor is it yours. He is devoted to the Demon Slayer Corps and always will be until he meets an untimely end or ages too far to fight. Even then, he wouldn’t step away, you know this about him. 

It’s something you’ve struggled to come to terms with, but it’s not like you can ask him to step down. It would go against everything he believes in and you don’t think you could forgive yourself if he actually did it. So you cope, the best you can while he’s gone on a mission. 

Every noise outside your house drags you away from the words on the page, but you insist on keeping it open and in your hands. It will at least make time pass faster. The clock on the wall ticks away, just as slowly as usual. Your eyes dart to it every few minutes, despite your best efforts. 

An hour passes and you feel your eyes getting heavy, your book falling on your chest, crinkling the pages you were on. Just as you feel the haze of sleep upon you, a crashing sound jolts you awake. 

Kyo stands in the doorway, blood dripping from a gash on his chest, his clothes torn around it soaked in blood. The smile on his face contrasts the way he must feel, absolutely wrecked. You throw the covers off you, getting ready to jump from the bed when he raises his hand. 

“-----,” his voice is hoarse as if he’s been yelling. 

The mission he’d been sent on wasn’t supposed to end this way. He’d only been asked to inspect a village of some rogue demon sightings, but no one had gone missing or been killed. There was much debate about whether wasting the time of a Hashira was even worth this. 

Whatever had happened, must have been brutal if Kyojuro was this cut up. Luckily, they sent him instead of another member of lower rank. 

“What happened?” You ask, sitting up as he drops his swords by the bedroom door and sheds his haori and then his uniform. 

“Shhh,” he hushes you, his palm caressing your cheek. “I’m okay.” 

“You’re bleeding,” you plead but his lips meet yours before you can say more. 

His lips are rough, moving against yours with the force of missing you. You grab his shoulders, holding yourself close to him. You feel him shudder as your pajamas rub against the cut on his chest. You try pulling away, but he grabs you and pulls you tighter against him. 

“I didn’t say it hurt,” he tells you against your lips, his forehead against yours. 

You nod gently as his hand reaches for the bow you’ve tied your top together with. It falls open, revealing your breasts to him. You gasp as he cups one in his hand, biting your neck before licking over it. His tongue is hot on your chilled skin, making you arch into him for more warmth. 

His fingers pinch your nipple, dragging a groan from your lips. Gently, he lays you down, crawling over you and kissing down your collarbone. Blood drips from his chest onto your stomach, the warm droplets igniting something in you you’ve never felt before. You try and push it away, but each one makes you burn hotter. 

His tongue circles your right nipple, his right hand caressing the other breast. You moan, closing your eyes and arching your breast, pushing more of your breast into his mouth. He sucks gently, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. Your nails dig into his skin as he does, making him smile against your skin. 

“I’ve been thinking about this my entire journey back to you.” He tells you, looking up at you as his hand wanders between your bottoms. “What you would do when you saw me? How you would sound when I did this,” his fingers slip between your lips, finding your clit and slowly rubbing circles. 

Your breath catches in your throat, making you sound out a loud gasp. 

“Just like that, actually,” he answers himself as he slips a finger inside of you. “You’re even wetter than I imagined.” 

You smile, letting him finger you as he pleases and enjoying every fluid movement of his fingers in you. He knows your body better than you do at this point, so why would you ever ask for more? He will give you exactly what you need. 

“D-daddy,” you moan, the word slipping from your lips earlier than you usually would have allowed it. 

“That’s it,” he grins, kissing your cheeks. “Are you gonna cum for me?” 

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut tight as you feel that burning between your thighs. He kisses you, his tongue slipping between your lips and past your teeth as he devours you. His fingers curl inside of you, and you come undone beneath him. 

“That’s my girl,” he praises against your lips as you cum, your thighs squeezing together around his hand. 

You open your eyes to see his, a smile on his face. His eyes glow with pride and admiration, something you’ve come to crave every time you’re with him. You pull his face down to yours, kissing him forcefully as you use your hands to push him down on the bed on his back. 

As you slip your pants off, you notice you and him are both sticky with his blood, but he’ll be fine for the next few minutes at least. You straddle him after pulling his underwear off his body. He’s hard against you as you grind on his cock, letting your slickness coat him. 

He moans as he grabs your hips, letting you maintain control for now. You know it won’t last, but for now, it’s all you want. Guiding his cock inside you, you sit down on him, moaning at the fullness of him inside of you. 

“Fuck,” he curses, his eyes rolling back before he closes them and thrusts up into you. 

You take this as a good sign to start moving up and down on him. Leaning forward, you place your hands on either side of his head, watching his face contour with pleasure as you slowly ride him. His fingers dig into your hips, but you don’t mind. The bruises are always sweet reminders of the times spent with him. 

Part of you wonders if that’s all you’ll have of him one day, but you push that away. 

He starts to guide you, thrusting to meet each movement you make as you come down on him. Your breathing becomes heavy and you feel yourself coming close again, but you don’t want to cum too soon. You want him to cum first. 

“God,” he groans. “You feel amazing, baby.” 

“So good, daddy,” you moan, kissing him after. 

He grins against your lips as he thrusts harder into you from below. You gasp and he bites your bottom lip, eager to pull more and more noises out of you. It works, every time. You give him what he wants and he gives you what you need. 

“Need you to fill me up,” you moan against his lips between breaths. “Want to be so full of you.” 

His grin is all you need to know he’s going to do just that. He cums, a loud groan coming with it. You hold onto him and kiss him through it, letting yourself cum with him and clench around his cock. 

He pulls you off of him, and you lay beside him. Laying quietly you listen to the sound of his steady breathing. It’s become the most comforting sound you are familiar with. That, and his heartbeat. 

His eyes start to close, so you shake him. “No way are you sleeping before I clean you up.” 

“Baby,” he whines. 

“Infection,” you warn. “You need stitches.” 

“Only after I’ve covered us both in blood and made you cum a few times do you actually care about my injuries.” He grins, sitting up and teasing you. 

You shrug, “A girl has her needs. Besides, you started this.” 

He kisses your cheek before you get up to go search for your medical supplies in the bathroom.

[angie0919kyojuro]

Ooops 🫣💕🫣💕🫣💕

[user-zvs]

Kinktober

October 9th: Rengoku Kyojuro

Exhusband!Rengoku x reader

summary: Rengoku forgot to take his ring back after you divorced. When he arrives to your house he hears you moan his name.

tw: dacryphilia, fingering, masterbation, penetration.

A couple hours before you and your friendgroup went drinking, it was a blast since you never hung out in a while.

Rengoku and you were talking and he had asked if he could pick up his old ring a little later, you agreed and went home early. You called an Uber back home since you had drank a lot.

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SMUT AHEAD‼️

Rengoku arrived at your house, to retrieve the wedding ring he forgot. You were on do not disturb so you didn't hear the couple of times he called.

You were to busy playing with yourself to care, in a graceful bliss as you watched the tape. The way he thrusted into you, the moans he let out on video were so real.

Rengoku tried opening the door but to his suprise it opened, that's when he heard the noise.

"Mmh~ hah~ Kyo!" He heard a voice as clapping followed, he remembers that voice from anywhere.

Your old sex tape.

He used to replay it when you were away on trips or out with a friend. He didn't expect you to ever watch it. He grew hard at the noises and the sound of your quiet noises.

"Ahh~ fu~ ugh~" he heard your voice as you came on your fingers. He leaned on the wall as he took a second to himself before brushing a hand on his dick. He rubbed his hand against his buldge through his pants, holding back a groan.

"Rengoku? W-" you tried to speak but he pulled you closer and kissed you. You kissed him back on a reflex and felt his arm snake it's way down your body. His strong arms pick you up and towards your room.

He's hasn't had sex since you both divorced. You felt him sit down on your bed and sliding your hips across his lap, you moved his hands and got to work.

You grinded his print as he nuzzled his face in your neck. His breaths were uneven each time you moved, it was soothing.

"please! Let me ah~ fuck you~" he breathed out, you nodded before getting off of him and lying on your back. He wasted no time grabbing your hips and getting close to your cunt.

He saw the dampness of your panties and pressed a kiss on your clothed cunt before tearing off your panties in one go. You winced at the sudden pain, Rengoku kissed your thighs and sucked at your skin as an apology.

"I'll buy you new ones baby.." he assured you as he licked a strip on your cunt. He lapped at your pussy, making you squirm and turn in his hold. He reached to play with your tit, rubbing your nipple and groping you.

"fuck~ hah~ you taste so~" Rengoku groaned as he kept eating you out.

He quickly made you sit on his face, causing you to let a whimper slip. He guided your hips at a pace as your moans got louder, he gripped your hips harder and slapped your ass.

"I'm gonna-" before you could say anything, rengoku moved you off of him and laid you on your back. He aligned his dick to your entrance before slowly going into you, kissing your lips to suppress a groan.

You pulled away to catch your breath as his thrust got faster. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, wet moans, groans and whimpers could be heard from the outside.

"ah fuck, shit~" Rengoku panted as he rubbed your clit, making you pull him closer. His balls slapped against you as each thrust hit, it was a bliss.

"Kyojuro mmh! I'm gonna ngh~" you whimpered. You came on his dick before letting him chase his high, sweat glistening your body. A little later he came in you and laid next to you, hugging your back.

"Thanks for that." He whispered as he kissed your temple. You nodded before grabbing your blanket to cover up, Rengoku didn't like that though.

"why are you covering?" He questions.

"not this again kyojuro. It's cold." You lied, you just didn't like people staring at you cause of your insecurities. Rengoku always did this after you both had sex.

"You're beautiful, you don't have to hide from me. I want to see your body!" Rengoku protested.

"No I'm not I've gotten fatter ever since you left." You mumbled.

He visibly frowned before kissing your neck and sucking, you held his face before humming to ask what he's doing.

"'m gonna show you how beautiful you are." He said into your neck.

This was never going to end.

Sorry for the lateness, I got tired. But I FINISHED!!

[ilylovelyz]

⍣ ೋ starla

˚ · . kyojuro rengoku x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ reader is like a tsundere, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, oral (recieving), situationship (?), biting, hair pulling, cervix fucking

no one else can do for you like you no one else fails like me in my eyes, i burn alive fly like a bird no more words, just you and i, high in the sky

"why weren't you there when i woke?" you hear a familar voice say behind you. chills run down your sprine at the familarity, your hands slowly putting down the clay pot in your hands down on the counter.

you whisk around to see the owner of the voice. although it's dark, although it's dead in the night, and although you have the vision of a 90-year old, you still can't mistake the unruly hair akin to flames and piercing golden eyes.

"h-huh..?" you say dumbly, too embarrassed and nervous to come up with anything. "why did you leave?" he asks casually, his arms folded against his chest, taking his usual strong stance in front of you.

you just look at him with wide eyes, too embarrassed to say anything. his fierce eyes burn into your own, his face unusually stern.

noticing your silence, he speaks once more, albeit, more sensitive. "did.. you not like it?" rengoku's more than wrong assumption had your heart tightening within your chest at his unexpected self-doubt, finally getting you to say something.

"n-no! no, no, i.. liked it very much." you stutter out, cheeks blushing at the remembrance of that fateful night. goosebumps raise onto your skin, body warming up at the thought of his skin touching yours, the way he kissed you so passionately, the way his cock—

"i.. hah–enjoyed—no, loved it even." you finally say, eyes darting down to the floor, your hand coming up to lay over your fastly beating heart.

rengoku smiles proudly at your satisfaction. "that's good! i'm glad you enjoyed it! loved it even!" he parrots back, his shoulders bouncing at every punctuation. your eyes traveled back up to him, your lips turning downward. "did you like it, rengoku?"

rengoku is silenced for once. his smile disappearing and his arms unfolding and laying down to rest at the sides of his body. he blinks those thick eyelashes at you, almost as if your question was the weirdest thing he's ever been asked.

"of course i did. why wouldn't i?" he says, the corner of his lips lifting slighlty as he smiles gently at you.

you sigh out of relief at his words, chest exhailing and inhaling knowing that he felt the same. but your relief is short lived when rengoku suddenly walks towards you, only stopping when he's two feet away.

"but why did you leave then?"

guilt fills your body, shoulders slouching down at his question. once again, you hesitate to answer, like a damn coward.

"y/n." rengoku says, attempting to catch your attention. he steps closer to you once more, bringing a gentle hand to your jaw, forcibly aiming your head towards him.

"why did you leave?" he asks once more, although this time, his tone is softer, more uncharacteristically quiet. rengoku looks at you through half-lidded eyes, and for a moment, your heart stops. his eyes glance up and down from your lips to your own, his body inching closer by the second.

you hate the way he makes you feel. hate the way he manages to make you act like some idiot with a simple glance. "i.. don't know." you hesitate before finally saying and moving forward, your shoulder colliding with his as you brush past him.

"i just.. i don't know." you sigh out, sitting on the edge of the dinning table. you look out of the mirrors of the mansion, hearing the soft rings of the bell chimes being blown by the night wind.

"it never should've happened. we should've never done it." you abruptly say, your words hitting the flame hashira harshly. "me and you are fellow hashira. we should prioritize saving lives over m-meaningless sex with colleagues."

silence is followed by your foolish lies. rengoku hopelessly stares at you with shock and disbelief, too confused to say anything.

rengoku sighs with defeat, his shoulders loosening at your words before they tighten up once more and he straightens his posture. he takes steps towards you once more, preparing for his last attempt.

"you're right. i'm sorry for your discomfort and regret." he genuinely says, reaching out a hand to pat at your shoulder. for a moment, you feel relieved that he sounds like he's dropping the unfortunate situation, finally letting your pitiful delusions be put to rest.

"but i'm not sorry that i enjoyed it or regret it." he says calmly. his words are unexpected, almost teasing. rengoku smiles widely, sending waves of heat up your spine at the sight. "you may want to, but i'll never forget that night i had with you, y/n l/n."

your eyes sting unexpectedly at his words. you scoff at his foolishness, eyes looking everywhere but him as you bite into your lip. damn you rengoku kyojuro.

his fingers rub softly against your shoulder before he detatches and takes a step back, turning his back to you.

damn it.

before you think, you hastily grab onto the sleeve of his red-tinted uniform, pulling him back to you. you pull him mistakingly too close, his face merely inches away from yours.

rengoku's hand comes up to cup the flesh of your cheek, thumb caressing the warm skin lightly. his hand runs down your face slowly, careful not to tug at your delicate skin, settling on skin close to your nape.

now you realize he is the flame hashira for a reason. his touch feels like fire onto your skin—like he's setting your nerves mercilessly on fire.

your legs lay on both sides of his body, trapping him in unconsciously. the two of you share the same oxygen, inhaling one's intoxicating scent. his lips are a breath away, dark eyes watching you closely in search of any discomfort.

"i..." you trail off, any resistance within you crumbling pathetically. seeing no sign of discomfort, rengoku finally takes what he wanted: you.

rengoku inhales sharply before his lips crash desperately onto yours, his other hand wrapping around your smaller frame to push your body against his. you can't help but gasp into the kiss, your own arms wrapping around his neck as he ravages your mouth.

it's so passionate, so beautiful, so.. loving, the way he kisses you as if it's the last night he has you with you for all eternity.

his tongue clashes with yours, fighting for dominance, fighting you to keep up with your lust. rengoku finds the strength within himself to pull away, pupils blown, breathing heavily.

he holds you tightly against himself, his hand tilting your head slowly as he peppers light kisses against your cheek, trailing down to your jaw and then neck. your mouth rests slightly agape at the ghost touches he lays on the little bare skin you have, his breath on your neck heating you up to your core,

he releases his arm around your body to entangle his fingers with your loose hair, a sight rarely seen as you always have it up.

rengoku looks up into your eyes once more, his pants tightening impossibly more when he sees the way your delicate face is flushed a light tint of red, eyes shining with tears.

he just can't hold himself back anymore. his fingers pull on the end trands of your hair, pulling your head back with a sudden low groan escaping from your mouth at the slight pleasurable pain. rengoku takes the opportunity to lay his lips onto the revealed flesh of your neck, suckling hastely onto the unmarked skin.

your back arches into his chest when you feel him sink his teeth into your sensitive skin. god, you're on fire. a gutteral groan leaves your mouth once more, only to be silenced when he's mashing his lips into yours, both of his hands working to unbutton your uniform.

in his desperation, he rips open your top, the buttons flying in various directions, but you couldn't bring yourself to care, not when he's ravaging your body like some hungry animal.

his hands come to grope at your breasts, fingers pinching at your peaked buds. a loud whine escapes your lips, causing him to bring a hand up to rest over your mouth. "shh.." he whispers, removing his hand to lay a final kiss to your lips before he's crouching down to suck on your chest.

he travels his hand down your abdomen, slowly killing you as he teases you. his fingers reach the buckle of your belt, his other hand coming down to fumble with the leather and then descarding it to the floor.

"ren.." you whine out, cheeks burning excessively when his hands pull down your pants and panties simultaneously as he continues to leave marks over your breasts and collarbone.

the cold air rushes to meet the heat of your core, sending a shiver down your spine. "wait– rengoku—" you cry, tears rushing down your cheeks at the sight of rengoku lowering his kisses down your chest, then to your waist, and then belly.

you try to get his attention once more, but are ultimately silenced when you feel his fingers prod at your damp enterance, scissoring them into your tight walls. rengoku lays a kiss onto your clit, his eyes burning into your own and watching the way your face contorts with his every move.

his eyelashes flutter closed when his lips wrap around your swollen clit, resisting the urge to grin when he feels your body jolt with pleasure. your weakened body falls backwards, your back resting against the cold table surface as you try not to wake everyone in the mansion wake up to your damn moans.

rengoku's fingers curl upwards inside of you, grazing that special spot inside of you while he continues to suck onto your clit. "ah—rengoku, please..!" you moan out, your hand reaching down to entangle with his locks.

your eyes roll to the back of your head at the feeling of his fingers mercilessly attacking your sweet spot, murmuring soft mantras of his name before your tight walls are consulsing around his fingers and your body locks up as your sudden orgasm washes over you.

rengoku relieves your pussy of his fingers, instead shoving his tongue and sucking up your sweet juices. he can't help the groan that escapes his throat, feeling satisifed of the longing taste he wished to have since that one night.

rengoku pulls away from your sex with a satisfied sigh, a string of fluids keeping him intact. he lays one last kiss onto your thigh before he's standing up before you, his hands resting on each of your thighs, looking down at the way your body trembled with a prideful smile.

he bent over slightly, reaching down to grab one of your hands, placing a kiss down onto the back of your palm before directing it towards the bulge of his pants. "how delicious you are!" he exclaims, his sudden declaration earning a gutteral laugh from you.

your laughter doesn't last for long when his hands work to unbuckle his belt and sliding down his pants, freeing his fat cock out of it's tight confines.

you forgot how big it was.

your chest heaved with anxiousness, remembering how you took it the one time before, how it stuffed you so full, how it—

your thoughts quickly disappeared when you felt his fat tip push against your poor cunt, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he rolled his hips slowly into yours. it burned. it burned a lot. his fat cock practically splits you into two, leaving barely any room for more as he stretched you agape.

rengoku cursed under his breath, his eyes clenched closed as he forced himself to inch his cock further into your small cunt, his hand gripping at the flesh of your thigh. "y-you feel so good y/n," he said lowly, the praise earning a content sigh from you.

suddenly, your body jolted when his tip became flush with your cervix, the sudden feeling causing you to see stars. "oh," you sighed, eyes staring nothing in particular as you tried to hold onto reality. rengoku grunted at the feeling of his tip protuding against your stubborn cervix, noting that there was a good inch still left. oh well, he's grateful for what he has now.

his eyebrows furrowed as his body trembled, resisting the urge to fill you up with his load. god, he can't last much longer, he just can't with you. "y/n.. please forgive me," he mumbled, bringing his cock out to the tip before slamming his cock all the way back in to the base, setting a ruthless pace onto your poor cunt.

you went practically braindead once he slammed back into you, yet another mindbreaking orgasm washing over your quaking body. you could barely hold on, hands weakly gripping onto the sides of the table.

you let out a mantra of his name, too high with pleasure to even care about how loud you could possibly be. it seems rengoku didn't care either, the unmistaken sound of his balls slapping against your ass bouncing off the walls, echoing into the dark hallways of the mansion.

"y/n, y/n, y/n," rengoku moaned out, his hips pistioning against yours like a jackhammer, his head dipping down to lay against your chest, attempting to hide his pathetic moans and unholy curses. "ren.." you babbled out, back arching off the table when you felt his cock tip for a second squeeze through your cervix opening.

"o-oh fuck—ren please!" you practically screamed, hands scratching divots onto the wooden table below you. "p-please fuck me—" you cried before rengoku shushed your desperate pleas by kissing you, breathing heavily like a maniac into your mouth.

he pulled away suddenly, murmuring incoherent words against your lips. "i'm—fuck, i'm gonna cum y/n—where–where should i.." he stuttered, too pussy-drunk to focus on what to say. all he could think about was how your tight cunt had a vice grip on his twitching cock, the way his balls were beginning to seize at the way his impending orgasm grew closer and closer.

"ahh–ugh, rengoku!" you cried out before yet another orgasm took over your senses, although this time you didn't even realize you were orgasming, you couldn't even tell what was right, left, up or down anymore.

similarly, rengoku cussed himself to hell before his hips stuttered to a halt once his cock splurted out his fertile load straight into your womb, attempting to foolishly brace himself by biting into the flesh of your collarbone.

it felt like forever before his cock finally softened inside of you, like an unending river of cum emptying inside of your ruined cunt. rengoku didn't realize it, but once he finally settled down and opened his eyes, the familiar rays of dawn were setting upon the two of you.

with a huff, rengoku was slowly gliding his soft cock out of your warm walls, dissatisfied when he was met with the cold winter spring air. he laid on top of you for a few more seconds before he laid another kiss onto the area he bit and pulled himself up to regain his composure, redressing himself and then you.

he stared into the horizion, seeing the soft sun peeking over the mountains before settling his sight over your now sleeping form, scooping you up into his arms and carrying you away for the morning.

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respite | r. kyojuro

Warnings: Fingering, Female Anatomy, Bodily Fluids, Mentions of Blood, Language, Light Choking, Praise Kink, Pet Names, Modern AU

I have no excuse for this other than me being ridiculously down bad. But I adore you for reading. ❤️

Music Inspo: The One - Alina Baraz

He’s had a day.

It’s etched into the frown lines on his face as he shrugs out of his coat, sword clunking loudly on the rug. Doesn’t bother stripping himself of his blood-stained waistcoat or slacks. He at least has the decency to take off his boots—you’ll kill him if he tracks anything on the floor.

The house is dimly lit. Quiet. Air stained with the aroma of fresh linen and citrus. There are remnants of whatever savory meal you cooked for dinner lingering in the kitchen. He’ll have at the leftovers later.

He’s in a mood. 

Quick and soundless like a jaguar, he maneuvers down the hall. Finds mist unfurling from the bathroom alongside neo-soul and the fragrance of your body wash.

Good. 

He loves it when you take such care cleaning his appetizer.

The door clicks shut softly behind him once he eases into the bathroom. He’s enveloped by the warmth of the steam and your mellifluous voice humming in tandem with the music. You’re wrapped snug in a towel, fingers fretting with your damp hair. You haven’t noticed him yet; the mirror fogged to hell.

He almost feels guilty for scaring you half to death. 

Almost. 

You nearly leap out of your skin when his hands perch on your hips. You spare a glance over your shoulder, eyes glassy and doe-like. When you realize it’s just him, you relax and turn back to the mirror. You coo a welcome home, baby, a smile canting your lips. One that makes his heart lurch and something warm leak into his belly.

Fucking hell.

He lures you back into the hard press of his body. Your breath hitches. You’re frozen in time as the apex of his thighs twitches to life against the cleft of your ass. And then he’s reaching around to undo the knot of your towel while his lips map out the curve of your shoulder. Hot, sodden puffs of air against your flesh, praises and I’ve missed you’s sang into your skin.

You relent to his ministrations, reaching behind to tangle your fingers in his hair. Tugging in that way that makes his dick jump, your head lolling back onto his shoulder. Your towel piles on the floor, soaked and long forgotten.

His big hands go on an unhurried expedition while his mouth is occupied sucking on your throat, eliciting soft mewls from you. He gently weighs your tits in his hardened palms. Traps your puckered nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, rolling and pinching. He relishes how sweetly you whimper, your eyes shut against the lazy wash of pleasure.

You’re undulating against him. Angling your neck a little more to give him full access. And his devilish hands are on the move again, scouring down the dip of your hips to clutch the inner sanctum of your honeysuckle thighs.

They crater under his ironclad grip. He bites his lip, watching you eagerly spread your legs for him. Takes to rubbing the space where thigh meets lip, intentionally grazing the fatty outer shell of your sex. You whine for him to stop teasing you. He counters with a chuckle, dark and raspy.

Who is he to keep his pretty baby waiting?

He placates you, spreading your lips open with thick fingers and obscene, sticky strokes to your clit.

You quickly devolve into a mess. A jumble of words and broken moans, rutting your ass against his painfully straining cock. He dips inside your sweltering pussy for a taste, one finger soon joined by another. How greedily you suck him in. Seems you crave him as much as he’s missed you. The hot suction of you is enough to make his cock weep with precum.

He gazes into the mirror, the fog of it cleared. There’s a blood spatter on his collar. A violet bruise forming under a shallow cut on his cheek. Stubble stippling his chin. He’s quite the sight. But you’re much more enticing.

He steadily picks up speed whilst he bites into your shoulder, his free hand busying itself with kneading your pretty, pretty titties.

The wet squelch of his fingers buried in your pussy fills the bathroom, followed by you singing his name like a hymnal. You’re nice and open. Stretched and spilling on his dexterous digits, the smell of you potent and ripe. He alternates between finger fucking you and tapping your clit. Loves how broken you’ve become.

God, he wants to fuck you senseless.

You’re close if the deep heave of your chest is anything to go by. He encases your neck with a virile hand, squeezing with the right amount of pressure. Licks a wet stripe behind your ear, muttering filth into it. Massages your cunt in purposeful arcs, your knees buckling.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?” he rasps, surprised by his own ragged breathing.

You’re coming undone before he has time to process things. Dripping, dripping on his fingers, a scream corked in your throat.

He’s there to catch you when you come crashing down, spinning you round to capture your lips in a succulent kiss. Pinches and slaps your supple ass, entranced with how the fat of it bounces in his hand.

When he’s had his fill sipping from you, he breaks away. Whispers, “bedroom?” against your swollen mouth. To which you nod with drunken lids and a blissed-out expression warping your features.

He scoops you into his arms, tender despite the exhilaration warming his veins. Cradles you to him like the most exalted thing in pursuit of your bedroom.

The fun has only just started.