#kny musings

[benkeibear]

『 Big 』

☼ synopsis: Gyomei was a gentle giant, or at least he tried to be but it wasn't easy when he's balls deep inside of you.

☼ character: Gyomei

☼ wc: 1.2k

☼ cw: fem!reader, afab!reader, sub!reader, size kink, oral (reader receiving), facesitting, fingering, cervix fucking, creampie

☼ notes: he is rotting my brain badly it just won't stop 😩 || requests are open!

Gyomei has always been a gentle giant, his physical appearance small compared to his big heart and that's what made you fall for him. It was the way he cared for his loved ones so dearly, how he held your hand with utmost care as if you'd break at any second. Loving Gyomei was a second nature to you, smiling at the way he panics when he feels like he's been a little too rough, how he makes sure not to raise his voice at you, no matter what or how small he managed to made you look - compared to him, almost everyone looked small. His frame was dwarfing yours when he kissed you tenderly, big hands resting on your hips ever so gently, touch feather light when he moved to cup your cheeks. The way he had no issue lifting you up to make you sit on his lap instead, looming over you made him fear he'd accidentally squish you to death beneath his large frame but you couldn't complain when your hands rested on his broad chest, lips locking once more in a heated yet gentle kiss.

A low rumble came from his chest when you slowly unbuttoned his shirt “petal… are you sure?” He mumbles, stopping your hands from undoing another button. The memory of your pained whines coming back into his head from when you two made love last time, at how he barely fit inside of you and how sore you were after. What he couldn't see however, was how your eyes rolled back into your head and how the drool slipped out of your mouth at how good the stretch felt despite the stinging sensation. “I’m sure Gyo… you make me feel so good… so full,” you whispered as you planted open mouthed kisses onto his chest which made him melt.

Who is he to deny you your wishes, allowing you to undress him further before big hands reached for your clothes, taking them off piece by piece and letting his hands wander over your body to feel your soft skin. This was one of his favorite parts, feeling the goosebumps form under his gentle touch, your nipples pebbled effortlessly when he swiped the pads of his thumbs over them before leaning down to capture one of them between his lips to suck on it eagerly while his tongue flicked over it. Sweet mewls filled the room when he moved on to the other nipple, hands traveling to your thighs.

Gyomei had no issue lifting you from his lap onto his face when he laid back, his tongue swiping through your drenched folds without further warning as he moaned from your sweet taste. Your hands found home in his short hair, gently tugging it when your hips started to move on their own accord, grinding against his skilled tongue only to be held in place by your waist, his tongue dragging torturously slow through your folds until he attacked your bundle of nerves with quick flicks, the change of pace making you cry out his name.

Angelic moans filled his ears, muffled by your thighs squeezing around his head the closer you got, moaning into your sweet cunt when you graced his tongue with your juices, coming undone from the way he was eating you out and Gyomei refused to stop - needing you dripping wet. Only when your clit was so sensitive you couldn't take more of his onslaught he let go of your waist, allowing you to fall off of him but not too far, big hands already spreading your thighs again "Need to get you nice and ready for me, petal," he mused, comforting kisses getting littered on your thighs when a single finger entered you, enough to make you moan once again.

The way you clawed onto his arms made him more eager, forgetting his own size when he pushed a second and third finger into you which left you gasping for air, velvet walls fluttering around the digits and the stretch alone made you come undone once, twice until you were begging for his cock. Your lewd pleas for him made the heat rise up to his cheeks, fingers scissoring you open just to make sure you're ready to take him. Oh how he'd love to see the sight in front of him, cunt sopping wet, leaving a patch on the sheets beneath you just from his fingers. His cock hung heavy, the precum already leaking down onto his fat shaft when he wrapped his hand around it, his huge body once again dwarfing you beneath him, groaning when your hand reached for his length, barely able to wrap your hand around it. Everything was just so small in comparison to him, it made it hard to stay composed but hurting you or even breaking you was something he was genuinely scared of, forcing himself to take deep breaths when he lined the tip up with your entrance, needing slight force to push the head of his cock past your entrance.

Gyomeis jaw went slack at the mewls you let go, his cock slipping into you inch by inch while he praised you until his balls rested heavy against you, hips lined up with yours. “You're taking me so well, flower,” he whispered, his lips capturing yours in a sweet kiss while your walls still struggled to adjust, feeling them clench around him until you started moving your hips, signaling that he can move. Pulling out almost all the way before pushing himself back inside of you made him see stars, able to feel every ridge in your walls as he did so, your desperate moans filling the room alongside the lewd squelching of your arousal - a sign that he prepared you well enough. The louder your moans got, the more your lover lost himself, his pace quickened as well as the power of his thrusts until he was pounding into you as if this is the last time he will ever have you. Hearing you cry out in pleasure from the way his cock kissed your cervix over and over, almost inside of your womb made his own tears run over his cheeks in thick streams. “You can do it, petal” he moaned, your thighs folded tightly to your chest when he felt you come undone, your cunt squeezing him and milking him from everything he had to give. Heavy grunts fell from his chest when his hips started to rut into you, his cum spurting inside of you and painting your walls white as you wiped the tears from his cheeks until his hips finally stilled and his head came down to hide in the crook of your neck.

It amazed him every time how well you took him despite the strain it puts on your body, but you cry and moan his name so beautifully, begging him for more and more and you both knew that it never just stays at one round, especially not when your walls still fluttered around him after he came, pushing him into overstimulation but he didn't mind it, wanting to give his petal everything she wanted, easily flipping you over so you were now on top of him, letting you choose your own pace. All he wanted was to feel you so close, big hands intertwining with yours when you started riding him.

[musa-creativa]

Wild Cherry

"It's starting to get chilly out there."

"So?" Sanemi's attention switched from the newly displayed pictures on the wall to his girlfriend, who was sitting down beside him on the sofa. "I don't mind the cold. And neither do you, as far as I recall." He added, arching an eyebrow.

She replied by giving him a gentle nudge to his side. "Just because it's chilly, doesn't mean you should neglect your skin."

"Oh? Any ideas?"

"You still need sunscreen and moisturizer. Your face will appreciate it," she caressed his face with the tips of her fingers, "and so will I."

"I'll keep that in mind." Sanemi's body relaxed with her touch. "Anything else?"

"Lip balm."

"Lip balm?" He repeated, confused.

"Yeah. It's not girly-- there's a ton out there that fit your aesthetic. The colder weather is harsh for the sensitive skin of the lips. Yours are not different." To drive her point across, she grabbed her own lip balm tube. She spread it across her lips and smacked them together. "Otherwise, I won't kiss you."

"Is that so?" His eyes were fixed on her lips. When she smacked them together with the subtle shine of the lip balm, he held his breath for a moment. Then, a naughty thought crossed his mind. A naughty thought he liked very much, he decided, as his gaze went from his girlfriend's lips to the lip balm in her hands.

"What?" She asked, apparently oblivious.

"I'm not sure about that," Sanemi said, wrapping her waist with his arm as he leaned closer, his voice dark with seduction, "you'll have to convince me."

He kissed her in a heartbeat. At first, their lips smacked together in a rather chaste touch--one, twice--before Sanemi demanded entry with his tongue. She obliged readily. Sanemi moaned as their lips danced together in a familiar rhythm they both created. Her lips were always so full and soft and so damn good, he wondered if she knew the kind of power she had.

She most likely did. Not that he minded.

He parted the kiss first, eyes clouded with a growing desire. He gazed down at her as he licked his lips, glistening with a pink shine.

"Mmm. Cherry." He murmured with a smirk. "Might as well give it a try."

[nerosdayinanime]

[apheliia]

me when i think about kagaya for too long

[zhah-zu]

does anyone else get random thoughts considering all the possibilities rengiyuu might have had together? or am i really the only one crying in the club rn?

[starcharmed]

me watching my wips pile up

poll utc to help me decide which one (or most written one) to finish first 🤞

sry for taking up tags 😓

[bishopinblue]

I've been thinking about how Ryotaro would be around the Kamado Squad a lot recently. She's more patient with kids and is a bit nicer to them, especially if they're well mannered. Tanjiro is someone she would be noticeably nicer around because of this. Nezuko too!

[sandwitchstories]

Modern Muses Chapter 1: Happenstance

Welcome to baby's first openly admitted self-ship fic! This fic has been in the works for a while. I have loved every second of writing it. Yakuza Kyojuro just does things for me. Very feral and horny things.

Note for my regular readers: this is also baby's first slow burn. It's gonna be a couple chapters before we get to the good stuff, but I promise after that there will be plenty of smut!

AN: The main character has a Patreon where she posts fan arts and commissions. This is my little way of saying THANK YOU to the amazing artists out there creating the most delicious content to keep us all well fed!

Summary: Art student Bri Uzui's world is turned upside down when she falls for one of her older brother's delinquent friends. She finds herself navigating unfamiliar waters when she is dragged into the dark world of the Yakuza underground.

Kyojuro Rengoku is a high ranking member within the Yakuza family empire of the Ubuyashiki Clan. Falling in love was not part of the plan, especially not with his co-worker's younger sister. But here he is, trying to protect her, trying to love her, trying desperately to be the man she deserves even as more blood drips from his fingers.

Are these two lovers star crossed or can love really conquer all?

If you prefer to read on AO3, please click here!

WC: 3400+

CW: This is a Yakuza AU - the canon characters act OOC many times during this because of that. Chapters with elements of Smut, Violenece, or Non-Con (Not by Kyojuro or any of the canon good guys) will have that noted with the chapter summary so that readers can skip it.

Chapter 1

Summary: Kyojuro Rengoku and Bri Uzui's paths cross due to a matter of pure happenstance.

Chapter CW: a non-descript mention of an unwanted situation of a sexual nature, non-descript mentions of violence

Banner and dividers by me

“You’re not paying attention, Uzuii! What the fuck!” Sanemi growled at his friend.

“Sorry,” the white haired man said, waving him off as he typed on his phone.

“What’s so fucking important that it can’t wait until after the game?” Sanemi snapped again.

“He’s probably texting one of his girlfriends,” Obanai said from where he stood.

“It’s not like we are in a rush at this moment,” Kyojuro said as he picked up his water bottle to take a drink. Shinazugawa seemed to always be looking for a fight and Iguro was always right there ready to egg him on.  

The 4 men were part of a Yakuza family called the Ubuyashiki Clan. The members referred to themselves as the Corps. The 4 men present all held the highest rank a member could achieve, that of a Hashira. Their hands were filthy, covered in blood and they knew it, but life had never been kind to any of them. They all made the decisions they needed to be able to survive. 

With nothing going on in the Corps involving them yet today, they decided to enjoy the nice weather and meet up for some basketball. It was nice to sometimes see each other outside of meeting up under the cover of night with guns drawn and fists bloody.

“Nah, not my girlfriends, I’m replying to the princess…” Tengen said as he typed a response.

“Your little sister can’t wait?” Obanai asked. 

“No, sir. Absolutely not. No way,” Tengen said, looking up from his phone, his expression dead serious. “Since our dad died, it’s my responsibility to make sure she knows how she should be treated and that includes sitting around waiting for replies.”

“And what does she need that is so urgent?”

“What’s with the fucking interrogation?” Tengen snapped.

None of them had met her, but Tengen spoke highly of her when she came up in conversation. He tried his best to keep her away from his less than desirable activities and Kyojuro could not blame him for that. He did the same with his younger brother.

Kyojuro shook his head, no sense getting involved in their petty arguments. He understood where Tengen was coming from. His own little brother was a huge part of why he was even part of this underworld, getting his hands dirty. 

His mother had passed away young and his father had become a raging, abusive alcoholic. Kyojuro had started doing work for the Corps when he was still in high school to make sure they had enough money to eat and keep the utilities on. His mother would have been unhappy with his methods and how he had had to change to survive, but she would have understood he became who he had to be for Senjuro. At least that was what he was going to keep telling himself. 

Once he had turned 18 the Corps had helped him gain custody of his little brother. Senjuro was an hour away, attending a good school. A good school where they were safe, housed, and getting a good education. He missed his brother very much, they were very close. But right now that was the safest place for him to be. Away from their father and from this town. 

Once you were in the Corps, you were in for life unless they retired you or you went out with a bullet in your skull. Kids were an absolute no no in this life and that included a younger brother. Especially with no one to help him with child care. So for now, things were the way they were. He had no one waiting on him and nothing to do. He stretched and enjoyed the breeze.

Uzui groaned as his phone rang and answered it, the other 3 interested to see if it was Corps related. “Girl! You did not let me finish replying! Wait- what’s wrong… yeah… seriously? Fuckin asshole. I’m gonna make him eat rocks… You know you’re not supposed to encourage my delinquent behavior, right… No. Absolutely not. I’m not sending you uber money, you know damn well how I feel about that. Walk your ass over to the park. I’m playing basketball with some of the guys and I’ll give you a ride after we finish… okay hanging up, love you too bye…”

He put his phone back in his pocket. “Alright boys, let's do this!”

“Everything okay?” Sanemi asked. As much of an asshole as he tried to be, he was a family man at heart and did care. Kyojuro knew that about him.

“Yeah, just another dead beat asshole. Let's get this goin’!”

Kyojuro chuckled. Uzuii was a softy inside for his girls - his 3 girlfriends and especially, his baby sister. Their mother had moved to be with her sisters after both of her kids graduated high school. Uzuii and his sister had decided to stay here. He knew that Tengen’s sister was an art student and was 14 months younger, but that was it.

“Do you think his sister is as tall as he is?” Obanai asked Kyojuro as the other 2 returned to the court already shit talking to each other. 

“That would probably be unlikely. 6’6 is uncommon for a man, let alone a woman.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

Kyojuro chuckled as he pulled his shirt over his head, it was hot under the August sun and they were about to start playing again. He didn’t really care if Uzuii’s sister was tall or looked like him at all. He was not interested in a girlfriend. Families were an easy target for enemies.

The Corps had ladies that could satisfy the physical needs of its members if needed. He had sought them out a few times out of curiosity, but none of the experiences had been life changing enough for him to want to make it a regular thing. 

When he was absolutely pent up and nothing else worked, he dialed one of the numbers in his phone. He knew the women only by nicknames he had given them. Respectful ones that got him teased by Uzuii but he was determined to hang on to some shred of the gentleman he wanted to be. As much of a gentleman as one could be in the situation. 

No kissing and no names. It was a few moments of a high followed by hours of regret. It would seem that even with as fiery and passionate of a person as he was, sex and romance were just not in the cards. They were not priorities. So with that, he put any curiosities about the ‘princess’ out of his mind and focused on the game at hand.

Bri huffed as she walked through the park. It was hot as hell. She was glad she wore her hair up today. She wanted to be annoyed that Tengen had made her walk in this damn weather, but truthfully she had no right. He was off today and was hanging with his friends. He had done his own thing thinking she was settled. 

He would have lost his mind if he found out she walked back to her apartment alone when it was almost evening. That was why she had asked him to zelle her money for an Uber, not wanting to be a bother or deal with him not knowing where she was. However, Mr. Overprotective would never let her in a rideshare. She just hated bothering him when he was actually doing things he enjoyed.

He was protective before he was part of the Corps, but since joining… it was even worse. Which was understandable. Her brother was a delinquent but he had a heart of gold. 

When their father had died, their mother had fallen into a deep depression. Sometimes she was not okay enough to work, and they needed food on the table. Being older, and wanting Bri to focus fully on her grades so she could get a scholarship to art school, he had gone out and found a way to make money. Unfortunately, that led him to the Corps, which now owned her brother. 

She did not know most of what went on with the Corps, but she knew he was pretty high in the hierarchy. Which made him an incredibly dangerous man. She knew he had bloodied his hands far more than she could ever imagine but he was still her beloved, stupid big brother. 

And he had done all of this for her. To take care of her and make sure she could follow her dreams. She would never hold it against him. Give him a hard time? Ofcourse! They were siblings! But truly put him down or degrade him for it? Never! And she would kick the ass of anyone that did. She was just as protective even if she was nowhere near as deadly.

His occupation was why they did not live together. They lived near each other, but he felt it was too dangerous to risk staying together. She lived alone, their mother having moved back to her hometown, wanting to be with her siblings. 

Most of the time it did not bother her. Tengen had his life in the Corps and his 3 girlfriends to keep him occupied. He was busy but he still always made time to see her and spend time together. And he dropped everything if she needed anything. 

Tengen paid for her apartment, wanting her focus to be on school but everything else Bri was proud to say she paid on her own using her artistic talent. She did fan art commissions and had a small following on Patreon. 

Her brother had guffawed the first time he saw her patreon of an orc getting pounded by an elf. She had told him to close his mouth, that she was doing the Lord’s work. He had never brought it up again.

What she dreamed of was being able to publish the fully original graphic novel she had been creating. She had more adventures in mind for the characters past this story, enough to make it into a series. But for now, it was erotic artwork paying her way. Everyone had to have a specialty right?

She had a few people she talked to at school and occasionally went out with, but the only person she would consider a friend was one of her brother’s girlfriends, Suma, who was also part of the Corps. 

Bri was busy with school and her artwork. She truly loved the life she led. But still, at the end of the day, she was lonely. 

Bri replayed the way things had gone today as she made her way down the path towards the basketball courts. She had told her brother the guy she was supposed to be getting a ride home from backed out, but that was not quite the truth. She did not want her brother to kill the guy and he was likely to if he knew the truth.

She and this guy had been talking since the start of the school year. After several weeks of him asking she had finally given in to his request and gone out for coffee with him over the weekend. He had told her he would give her a ride home after class today. It turned out he wanted a sexual favor for the ride home. After a scuffle in his car she had gotten out and told him to drop dead and never speak to her again.

She was not a virgin or a prude, though she was inexperienced. That being said, she was not sucking off anyone, let alone some kinda weird, barely okay looking guy, for a ride home. Her gut instinct had been right about him all along, he was a loser. 

She would rather be lonely than deal with guys when they all seemed to end up being like that. Sometimes it seemed like there were no good guys left in this town. Maybe that was why her brother had 3 girlfriends. The other ladies in town already knew what she was learning - Tengen was one of the last of the good ones. If not the last one left in this town.

In Bri’s eyes, him being in the Corps didn’t change him being a good man. He spoiled his sister and his girlfriends in every way he could. He was protective and a gentleman, even if he was a pervert. He was funny, sweet, hard working… what did a girl have to do to find a guy like that?

She sighed and kept walking. The sooner she got there the sooner she could sit down and the sooner she could go home. Today sucked.

She walked towards the basketball courts, keeping an eye out for her brother. It was the middle of the week and mid day. There were not a ton of people at the park. Though, her brother being 6’3” and having white hair made him stand out just as easily when it was busy. 

She had never gotten to meet any of his friends from the Corps before. He tried to keep her far away from that part of his life, so he must truly trust whoever he was with. She was just glad he was currently playing basketball and not lifting cars or breaking kneecaps, or whatever other things his delinquent self did. 

As she spotted him and approached she could see the 4 of them more clearly. She discovered that she had a new thought to ponder. Was it a requirement for a guy to be good looking to be a member of the Corps? Because damn! Her brother was surrounded by sexy, sexy men. Three sexy tattooed very dangerous men… Maybe I should ask if they are hiring…

Two of the others were still tall for men, and broad (so broad) but, compared to her behemoth of a brother, just about everyone looked small. She would put them around the 5’10-6’ mark based off comparison to her brother. The third was average height for a man, which would still made him taller than her, she would guess  about 5’6”. The shorter one was handsome, though he wore a mask around his lower face so it was hard to tell. 

There was another snow haired man, covered in scars, and playing to win. He was giving Tengen one hell of a time and she was here for it. Go get him Winter Wonder!

But it was the 3rd man that had her interest. His hair reminded her of flames. Flaxen tendrils darkening to red on the ends. Sweet gods, he had a good body. From an artist’s standpoint and a woman’s, it would be enjoyable to do a muscle study on him. In multiple ways. 

She got closer and could see his features more. Prominent black eyebrows, square jaw, face as thoughtfully and carefully carved by the gods as the rest of him… whoa, mama… Maybe that guy being a creep wasn’t such a bad thing after all. He couldn’t hold a candle to Flame Boy.

She blushed and shook her head to clear her thoughts. The last thing she needed was to get a crush on one of her brother’s fellow corps members. She reminded herself of what her father used to tell her with a laugh and a hug. That all men, including her brother, were pigs and her focus needed to be on school and her career.

They were going at each other pretty intensely, so she plopped down in the shade under a tree nearby to wait. She pulled out her sketchbook, flipping to a charcoal drawing of her father she needed to work on for class, figuring she might as well do it now. 

She lost herself in her art, not paying any attention to what her brother and his friends were doing. When she was in the ‘zone’ the rest of the world and even time itself disappeared. Tengen called it the ‘art monster’ because it possessed her. And that had apparently happened yet again. 

She was startled when she got thumped on top of her head as she was staring down at the page. “Mind your manners, Tengen and kindly remove your nasty ass water bottle from my clean hair.”

“You’re in a bad mood,” Tengen said, squatting down and looking at what she was drawing. “That is really good. You even got his dimples right.”

“Yeah, its funny the little things I don’t need a reference photo for, but the major things I do. Like I never really thought about how it’s from dad’s side you have no eyebrows,” she told him.

“Thanks, ass,” he rolled his eyes, standing up and glancing behind him as his friends headed towards him.

Go away Tengen and leave me alone with your sexy, shirtless, sweaty friends. Especially that one… wait, down girl, cage them hormones.

“You ready to go?” she asked. “I’m good with waiting more if I need to.”

“Nope, we’re done,” Tengen said.

“Whatcha drawing?” the scarred man asked, gesturing at her sketchbook. 

“Our father,” Bri said, turning the book around to show the charcoal sketch. 

“That is incredible,” the flame haired hottie said, squatting down to look closer. 

His eyes were beautiful and he smelled good even sweaty. Oh lord, please may I not embarrass myself….

“Thank you,” she smiled.

“Very realistic,” the masked one said, next.

“Damn, that’s a drawing? Seriously. That looks almost like a fucking photograph,” the scarred one said.

“Thank you,” she gave a cheesy grin just like her brother liked to flash. 

“What can I say? My little sister is crazy talented! Her artwork is the flashiest!” he grinned. “Princess, meet the boys- Kyojuro, Sanemi and Obanai. Boys- meet Bri.”

“Hi,” she gave a little wave, forever awkward. She had long ago gotten over being embarrassed about Tengen calling her princess. It was what he had always called her, as long as she could remember… So why did it suddenly irritate her now? 

“You ready, your highness? Your chariot awaits,” Tengen said, offering his sister a hand up and pulling her to her feet.

“Sure thing. Nice meeting you all!”

Kyojuro glanced after the Uzuii siblings as they walked away towards Tengen’s car. Bri definitely did not look like Tengen. Only their smiles were similar. He had probably spent more time taking her in than he should have, but he reasoned with himself he was just comparing the traits of the two siblings who look nothing alike.

Tengen was an exceedingly tall hulking mass of muscle. He had snow white hair and lavender eyes similar to Shinazugawa. His sister was maybe 5’3” and was all curves to her brother’s muscled planes. Bri had eyes that were so green they were almost startling. They were like emeralds set into a frame of thick black lashes. Her skin was not the alabaster of her brother’s, but a warm olive. Her lips-

“Better not be catching feelings there, lover boy,” Shinazugawa startled him from his thoughts. 

He grunted, ignoring the jab and pulling his shirt. he needed to get showered and head to HQ to see if he had any work to do tonight. Work would help in more ways than one, including keeping his mind off of his good friend’s younger sister. He hoped.

His mind wandered back to her as he drove back to his place across town. Bri was beautiful and she had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. He wondered if she knew the ugly truth of just what her big brother did for a living. If she did and she accepted it… no, best not to even entertain wanting to see her again.

His life belonged to the Corps, just like Tengen’s. He had known there was no turning back from the start down this path. There was no room for regrets now. 

He shook his head and headed inside to get showered. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror. The man looking back at him was a far cry from the upper middle class boy he had been. Back before his mother died and his father became an insufferable drunk monster. 

There was the jagged scar down the left side of his face, the injury had almost cost him the eye. Multiple other scars, large and small littered his body and many more were covered by the tattoos of tigers, flames and koi scrolling along his torso.

He flexed a little and smirked as he remembered the way Bri’s eyes had lingered on his form but not the others. He worked hard to keep his body in top shape, but it still felt nice to be checked out. Especially by a beautiful woman. A beautiful woman who was very, very off limits. Right?

[whirling-fangs]

Boop, Boop, Boop

"BOOP ME AGAIN, AND I WILL CHEW YOUR FINGERS OFF AND STICK THEM INTO YOUR EYEBALLS! THEN I'LL USE THEM TO GOUGE YOUR EYEBALLS OUT AND I'LL EAT THEM LIKE MEATBALLS ON A STICK!!! YOU'LL KNOW THE TRUE MEANING OF A BOAR'S RAGE!!!"

[benkeibear]

『 First Time 』

☼ synopsis: You're the serpent hashira's first.

☼ character: Obanai Iguro

☼ wc: 2.9k

☼ cw: female!reader, afab!reader, no dynamics, virginity loss, experienced reader, handjob, mutual masturbation, oral (reader giving), cum eating, fingering, creampie, slight overstimulation

☼ Kinktober masterlist

Being with Obanai was an experience itself, every time you made it over one wall around his heart, you found yourself facing another one. It's not that you minded it, you would climb and tear down thousands of walls over and over again if it means having him in your life. The first time he dared to kiss you was the first time you stayed the night at his place, the room pitch black and any source of light long erased before he took his bandages off. He felt so stupid for behaving like this but he didn't want to risk losing you, he just couldn't. His cold hands were holding yours so you wouldn't cup his cheeks when his slightly chapped lips gently locked with yours. It felt as if a ghost was kissing you, a touch barely there. “Nai… I won't break,” you whispered against his lips when you pulled away ever so slightly. The shuddered breath against your lips broke your heart, his nerves clear on display because he knew you could be able to feel the scars if he moved in any closer.

Little did he know when morning came and the smallest specks of sunlight illuminated his face you could see what he was hiding behind the bandages that were now shifted and you found yourself staring. Uneasy at the feeling of being watched he woke up, the blood in his veins freezing when he felt the morning air hit his bare skin and saw your eyes on his face. His first thought was to cuss you out, to shut you out of his life but these thoughts evaporated when your soft thumb gently caressed the long scar on his right cheek, your face coming closer to his. “You don't need to hide from me… you're beautiful, Obanai Iguro,” you whispered and the next thing he knew were that your lips were back on his. How could you say such things? Didn't you see how disfigured his face was? But his racing mind had no choice against the love you showed him, tender lips locking with his, your hands cupping his cheeks and once you pulled away you looked at him as if he put the sun and all the stars in the sky just for you. His heart skipped a beat when he realized just how much you feel for him and that you accept him the way he is.

The relationship moved slow and steady and you never once pressured him into anything he's not fully comfortable with, always asking consent before holding his hand or kissing him and most importantly, you let him initiate new things so he wouldn't get uncomfortable. The first time his tongue danced across your lips took you by surprise, but you gladly let him enter, swirling your tongue around his as the kiss grew more intimate and his grip on you became more desperate. He wanted to be closer, bodies next to each other and touching wasn't enough. Every pore of his body was screaming for you, yearning for your love and gentle touch but he pulled away - not allowing himself to have you, not yet at least. Your body felt like it was on fire, yet you didn't stop him from retreating since you knew that giving his body to you entirely takes so much of him and he's simply not ready for it yet.

When he allowed you to touch him for the first time it was once again pitch black, the darkness giving him some security because you wouldn't be able to see him completely. Your hand slowly traveled down his lean body until you reached the hem of his pants, the bulge you grinded against while making out moments before so prominent beneath the fabric. Despite his well controlled breathing he struggled to do so this moment and you hesitated to reach into his pants - did you change your mind? Did you realize he's not good enough for you? His mind was racing once again and you leaned your head onto his shoulder

“Nai…Breathe,” you reminded him, feeling that he was holding his breath for a while now and only when he exhaled shakingly, you caressed his abs again.

“We don't have to-” you began but he bucked his hips towards your hand. “I need you to,” he whispered, fearing that any other volume would tear this moment apart and he hated to admit how his body was screaming for your touch.

You nodded silently and breathed in his scent before kissing his neck gently, your hand slowly disappearing into his pants and a little strangled “ngh” escaped his lips when he felt your hand stroke over his hard length for the first time. Unsure what he even imagined it to feel like, it exceeded his imagination, the feeling his own hand gave him couldn't be compared to yours. Smiling against his skin you smeared his pre cum over his tip before pumping his shaft with a little pressure at a slow pace. Obanai’s slender hands clutched onto the sheets at the feeling, jaw tensing up as he tried to hold any noises back but you could hear him pant hard - cock twitching after mere seconds of your touch and you retreated your hand.

“Nai… could you take them off?” You whispered into his ear, not wanting to stain his pants from making him release within their confides but he shook his head “it's enough,” he mumbled back, not wanting to get you dirty with his cum, you deserved better.

You wanted to protest, to give him the sweet release he craved and also earned but you respected his boundaries and simply cuddled up to him, the wetness between your legs not important. Patience was the key and when he's ready to bring you pleasure he would let you know, until then you would just touch yourself silently in the bathroom so he won't notice and feel bad about it - he knew though but he never brought it up, unsure how or if he could pleasure you properly.

Giving him handjobs became more and more frequent and sometimes he finished it himself, not allowing you to please him to completion just yet. One day you had a small idea and gave him a little smile instead of letting your hand wander down his body like so many times before

“Can you touch yourself for me? This time without anything on?” You asked curious, wanting to see his reaction and he surprisingly nodded, slowly undressing you but he couldn't hold your gaze when he opened his pants so you reached for his hands, gently kissing them.

“Wait. Let me just-” you hummed and turned to stand behind him, back to back as you took your top off as well, skin touching skin now and you could feel the goosebumps erupt on his skin from feeling you this close.

“We can stay like this and just touch ourselves, yes?” You suggested, always making sure he was okay and the next thing you felt was how he lifted his hips ever so slightly to take his pants off, now sitting bare behind you which made you follow suit.

Obanai was the first to initiate it, his slender hand wrapping around his pale cock and slowly stroking it up and down just like you always did for him. The previous make out session left you drenched, almost grinding yourself to completion on his bulge but you didn't want to tease yourself further, eager fingers dipping to your core to gather some slick before rubbing your fingers over your clit. The sweetest noises escaped your mouth when you could feel your lover leaning against you for support, the slick noises of your fingers curling inside your velvet walls almost driving him insane with lust until the knot in his abdomen snapped, releasing over his hand with a strangled moan, letting you follow suit as you came around your own fingers, your other hand rubbing your clit in fast circles as you moaned his name. Hearing his name moaned like this let the blood freeze within his veins, but it would be his new favorite noise of yours, letting him hear just how desperate you are for him as well.

“Can I turn around?” You asked softly, voice barely above a whisper as he gave you a noise of approval in return, feeling your arms wrap around his upper body only a second later and you slowly reached for his right hand, kissing his shoulder.

“You're so beautiful Obanai… so perfect,” you hummed into his ear as you brought the cum covered hand closer but he locked up, not letting it close to you.

“Let me taste you… I promise it won't harm me,” you reassured him and he gave in, not wanting to deny you anything but his head fell back against your shoulder when you took two of his fingers into your mouth, your tongue working over them as if it would be his cock. Once they were all clean you pulled away with a lewd pop, hiding your face in his neck right after when you saw the blush on his cheeks, knowing exactly what he was thinking. Maybe next time he would allow you to fulfill that fantasy of his.

These little moments went on until he was comfortable enough to face you while you gave him a handjob, eventually allowing you to wrap your soft lips around him and he swore that if a heaven existed, he made it there in these moments. His hips were bucking aimlessly as you bobbed your head up and down his length at a fast pace, one of his hands clutched over his mouth to keep the noises at bay while the other held onto the sheets for dear life. The twitching of his cock let you know that he was close and every time you could feel the anxiety rise up so you looked up into his eyes as you soothingly ran your hands over his thighs, nose nudged against his pubic bone and it did the trick for him. Seeing you so cockdrunk from giving him pleasure let the butterflies in his stomach go wild and he released down your throat as the softest groans escaped his lips. He didn't mean to buck his hips further in your face but it felt so good when you swallowed around him, he just couldn't get enough when his mind started to wonder how tight and warm your cunt would feel around him. A twitch of his cock made you pull away, your saliva slowly running down from his tip to the base.

“Do you want me to go on?” You asked slightly surprised since he wasn't so eager for more after he came, far too sensitive and growing reserved again which you respected. He nodded in response, trembling hands pulling you onto his lap by your hips, staying there to hold you tight and you got what he wanted, smiling down at him.

“You sure about that?” You asked just to confirm your suspicions and earned another nod, followed by a soft but firm “yes”

Gently you took one of his hands and guided it towards your mound and let go again. Obanai stared up at your eyes, looking a little lost and unsure how to proceed and if it would be any other time it would have made you giggle but you didn't want to ruin his newfound confidence in physical intimacy.

“You saw how I touched myself… Can you do it for me? It will make it more pleasurable to take you after,” you explained, parting your legs a little further to make it easier for him to reach your dripping wet cunt.

He gulped but nodded, the image of how you rubbed your clit before two of your beautiful fingers dipped into your core was burned into his mind and he recreated your movements as if it's second nature. The way he massaged your clit in circular motions made you gasp, grinding your hips against his hand to get more friction but he got the hint, giving you exactly what you needed. Obanai might be inexperienced but he observed your reactions to everything, taking mental notes on what made you moan louder as he slowly pushed two slender fingers into your heat, moaning in sync with you.

Your velvet walls were so tight around his fingers already, making him wonder how he would fit inside of you. A spongy spot within your core took his attention when the pads of his fingers pushed against it, letting your moans raise in pitch and taking him off guard out of fear he hurt you but the way you clenched around his fingers let him know otherwise.

“God you're so good at this… I'm so close,” you mumbled mindlessly between moans and it fueled Obanai's need to get you to come undone from just his fingers as he repeatedly curled his fingers against your sweet spot. The moment he brought his thumb down to play with your clit, it was over for you, your walls spasming around his skilled fingers and his name falling off your lips like a prayer. He almost came untouched by the angelic sounds you made, making him love his name as he watched your orgasm take over your body only to slide his fingers out of your tight cunt when you’d calmed down.

With a curious expression he brought his hand closer to his face, your slick almost dripping from his fingers as he pushed them past his own lips to taste you, just like you tasted his seed. His pupils blew wide and he groaned when your arousal melted against his tongue like silk, never having tasted anything so divine and he knew that he wanted more, growing hungry for your sweet release but you snapped him out of these thoughts, seemingly reading his mind.

“Another time, Nai… do you want to-?” You asked quietly, hoping he didn't change his mind because you needed to feel him inside of you. Once more he nodded, confirming that he wanted more as you positioned yourself above his achingly hard cock before holding his shaft to line him up. He took a deep breath when his tip touched your folds for the first time and despite wanting to hold back on his noises, a desperate “ngh” escaped his scarred mouth when you lowered yourself onto his dick. You placed his hands on your hips so he could take control, unsure how slow you needed to be but he pushed you down in just one thrust, fearing he would die if he couldn't be inside of you entirely. The harshness of this thrust knocked the air out of your lungs and you fell forward into his arms.

“Hmm just like that," you encouraged him when he began to thrust erratically, the slight curve of his cock letting him hit just the right spots inside of you and the strength his thrusts held pushed you to the edge once again.

Obanai had to flip you over, needing to rut into you as if it's the last thing he would do. Desperate for your moans, struck by the love you held for him, he came unexpectedly, the tight heat of your velvet walls far too much for his virgin cock to handle. His eyes were screwed shut as breathless moans fell from his mouth, making him look ethereal above you, the dim light illuminating him just right.

It didn't matter to you that he came early, not having expected for him to last long during his first time but it clearly bothered Obanai who brought his hand between your bodies that were glistening with sweat so he could rub your clit once more. “I need to feel you around me,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck, overstimulating himself by staying inside of your pussy but it was all worth it when the knot in your abdomen snapped a second time, your back arching so beautifully against him as your cunt fluttered around him, milking him of everything he had to give. Your orgasm was enough to trigger another one of his, only able to pant and whimper into your neck as he fell apart, eventually just resting his weight on top of you.

Gently your arms slithered around his slim frame, enjoying to have him this close for once before it got too much for him, having to excuse himself from your embrace, still needing to get used to being held for an extended period of time but you didn't mind, simply kissing his shoulder before getting up, his seed slowly running down your thighs in the process and the view sent a shiver down his spine at the thought of having released inside of you. He didn't mean to taint you with his cum but he knew that you would have wanted it that way so he gave it to you.

“Are you coming? I drew a bath,” you called out from the bathroom, hoping you could soak your sore body in the hot water with your lover together. He sure was inexperienced but his will to be enough for you sure made up for it.

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[distrxst]

valentine personality quiz thing

im gonna be so real i managed to get these two bug only half of each of them really fit so i spliced them together i do what i want

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tagging : @hymns-across-the-stars , @abyssembraced , @brdcge , @bruisedbluberries , and whoever else !!!!

[comatosebunny09]

But, when he—

—reaches over the center console to grip your thigh while you’re driving, his fingers tiptoe towards the seat of your jeans. And with your teeth sinking into the plush bed of your bottom lip, you cast him a warning glance through your peripheral, his knuckle grazing the seam of your denim between your thighs.

I’m driving, you attempt to convey with your eyes. But, oh-ho-ho. You catch that sexy smirk of his in the streetlights whizzing by. And as an exasperated sigh flows from your nostrils, you quirk a brow at the soft clink of a seatbelt coming undone, followed by the rustle of fabric, and lastly, the squeak of your passenger’s leather seat.

“I know,” he murmurs hotly into the side of your neck as if he were perusing the library of your thoughts. “You just look so alluring when you drive my car.” A canine grazes the shell of your ear, causing you to jolt in surprise. You squeeze the gear shifter so hard that your fingertips pale. Earn a throaty chuckle in reply, followed by a thick hand kneading the space between labia and thigh. “Focus on the road, my love. Wouldn’t want us to wreck before we reach our destination.”

You’ve never punched the accelerator harder.

[apheliia]

i know why sanemi did it, but the fact that he was completely ready to bring severe physical harm his younger brother is genuinely concerning. i'm sure it has to do with his extensive traumatic history, but trauma is never a good, acceptable, or valid reason to hurt someone else. sanemi i love you but please do not put hands on or threaten to put hands on your younger brother ever again 🙏

[intcritus]

ambie I followed because I think I saw you writing with aven and I liked what I saw. I stayed because I really enjoy writing with you and I think you're a great person to have on dash. I love that we've quickly tumbled into writing so many different combos together and how up for throwing muses at me you are. I love your range of characters from your ocs to your canons and the emotions you bring to the table whether heartbreaking like the kiri and Toga thread or amusing like gil and Salem. You brighten my dash by being here and I hope we get to write together for the longest time.

ahhhh honestly, it's so great. do you know it usually takes me up to 6 months to a year to ever approach anyone to write ? i take forever because im never sure what to say or how to throw my muses at anyone but sending in that plot meme helped so much and sometimes i still go back to it and realize i've added so many people since them and im so up to throwing more muses your way because it's been so fun and chill being able to write all these different dynamics !

i think the fact that we have something as heartbreaking as that toga and kiri dynamic then having so many others is funny to me, because of how quickly we fell into them fr. but ahh i feel the same ? i read everything you read, i'm down to enable every test muse, every hc, every brainrot because i just really vibe with you and think you're the best thing since sliced bread. i just know we'll have like 50 different dynamics before january with the rate im adding muses lmao.

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[sandwitchstories]

Modern Muses Chapter 2: Midnight Pancakes

Welcome to Chapter 2 of my self ship Yakuza AU! Tattooed, bad boy Kyojuro occupies way too much of the limited space there is in my brain!

Note for my regular readers: this is also baby's first slow burn. It's gonna be a couple chapters before we get to the good stuff, but I promise after that there will be plenty of smut!aq

AN: The main character has a Patreon where she posts fan arts and commissions. This is my little way of saying THANK YOU to the amazing artists out there creating the most delicious content to keep us all well fed!

Summary: Art student Bri Uzui's world is turned upside down when she falls for one of her older brother's delinquent friends. She finds herself navigating unfamiliar waters when she is dragged into the dark world of the Yakuza underground.

Kyojuro Rengoku is a high ranking member within the Yakuza family empire of the Ubuyashiki Clan. Falling in love was not part of the plan, especially not with his co-worker's younger sister. But here he is, trying to protect her, trying to love her, trying desperately to be the man she deserves even as more blood drips from his fingers.

Are these two lovers star crossed or can love really conquer all?

If you prefer to read on AO3, please click here!

WC: 3800+

CW: This is a Yakuza AU - the canon characters act OOC many times during this because of that. Chapters with elements of Smut, Violenece, or Non-Con (Not by Kyojuro or any of the canon good guys) will have that noted with the chapter summary so that readers can skip it.

Chapter 2 Summary: Kyojuro and Bri have an unplanned dinner together. When Tengen finds out in an unconventional way he makes it his business and confronts them individually. He isn't mad, he's just a protective big brother.

Chapter CW: a non-descript mention of an unwanted situation of a sexual nature, non-descript men tions of violence

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Several weeks had passed since Kyojuro met Bri in passing at the basketball courts. He had found himself thinking about her more than he cared to admit. As he left the dry cleaners and was walking toward his car he heard his name being called.

He turned his head at the feminine voice and was surprised to see none other than Bri walking towards him waving her hand with a smile on her face. The setting autumn sun behind her cast an amber glow on their surroundings. She was stunning. Just stunning. 

“Hi!” she grinned up at him when she finally got close.

“Well hello there,” he grinned back at her.

“I saw you walking and thought I’d say hi,” she said, her cheeks had the slightest pink tint to them. 

“Well, I’m glad you did. It is nice to see you again,” he answered.

“You too,” she said, her cheeks got a little pinker. She broke their eye contact and cleared her throat. “I was thinking about going down to  Hinatsaru’s restaurant. I know Tengen said you guys all eat there regularly. Would you care to join me? If you were heading that way.”

“Unfortunately I am not heading that way at this time,” he answered, wondering if maybe he should be. He saw the slight disappointment come into her eyes. Well that just won’t do. He spotted the diner behind her. He gestured to it. She glanced behind her to see what he was pointing at. “Would you care to join me for dinner there?”

She turned back to him with a broad grin that lit up her eyes and warmed his chest, “Sure!” 

It turned out to be one of the best decisions Kyojuro had ever made. Bri was witty. She was beautiful. She was funny. She was warm. Once she got comfortable she was very talkative. They ended up getting so lost in their conversation that their food was cold by the time either had taken their first bite. Bri was a helluva woman, and he was happy he had gotten to spend some time with her. 

It had been after dark when they finished their meal. He had insisted on giving Bri a ride home, not wanting her to take the bus or to walk especially alone at night. He had watched her walk up the stairs, turning to wave at him before she let herself inside her apartment. He had not pulled away until her door was closed. 

Kyojuro was in a good mood when he got to the Corps HQ. He had gone home and changed into his work attire, his black button down, black waist coat and red tie, before coming in. He was whistling to himself with his hands in his pockets when one of the new low ranking members called out to him.

“Hey man- did I see you with Bri earlier?” the younger man called out to him as he began to head inside.

“Why yes, you did,” Kyojuro answered, turning towards the voice and waiting for the lower rank to approach him. He was curious as to why this kid would know her name, instantly on alert. “Is she a friend of yours?”

“She goes to my art school,” the guy told him. 

“Ah, I see. And what’s your name?” Kyojuro asked, not having seen this man before.

“Oh, its Kaigaku,” the man nodded to him. “Heads up man - she doesn't put out. You’re just wasting your time there.”

“Excuse me?” Kyojuro was thinking he must have heard this guy wrong…

“No, seriously, bro. You ain’t gonna get anywhere,” the guy laughed. “I took her out for coffee once and told her I would give her a ride home from class the next day. She wouldn’t even give me a blow job, man. She told me to drop dead and ran away. Not even worth the time.”

“I believe that the problem in this situation is you, not Bri,” Kyojuro addressed him. “A cup of coffee’s worth of a woman’s time and you think that you are somehow entitled to demand a blow job in exchange for a ride? Am I understanding this correctly?”

“Oh, I see… you like her,” the man grinned with mirth. “I hope you have plenty of lotion buddy. You’re gonna need it with her.”

“Cease speaking to me and of Bri this instant, ” Kyojuro said as he unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled back the sleeves early tonight. “This is your one and only warning.”

“You’re really willing to throw down over some prude bitch?” the man asked, not taking a hint. 

Kyojuro laid him out with a punch. He knelt over him and picked him up by his shirt. He enjoyed the fear he saw in the man’s eyes. Good. Let him know she was protected and he would not tolerate anyone speaking of her like that. 

The Hashira were not known to all by name so maybe this little shit did not realize she was Tengen’s sister. Maybe it was not some nefarious plot that he would know her name. Regardless of either, Kyojuro had now made it perfectly clear that she was protected and off limits. The man coughed on the blood pouring out of his nose. 

“Never. Ever speak to or of Bri again. Her name is not to leave your lips. Do not go near her again. Or you will answer to me. Got it?” Kyojuro asked, getting even more in the man’s face.

“Y…Y… Yes sir!” the man nodded, eyes huge in fear.

Kyojuro dropped him so he thudded on the ground and stood up. He walked away before he could change his mind and beat the man into a bloody pulp like he truly wanted to do. It was not that he had pent up aggression or anger he needed to get out at the moment. It was a matter of someone speaking about a woman like that. Someone disrespecting Bri like that.

He shook his head and sighed as he walked in the door and headed to wash the blood off of his hand. He would probably hear about that altercation later. It was worth it. 

As one of the 9 Hashira he answered directly to the Master. However, Himejima, the longest standing of the Hashira and personal guard for the Master was treated with damn near the same respect. He could put him in his place, but Kyojuro doubted he would.

The Hashira operated by each having specific jobs they oversaw for the Master. Kocho oversaw drugs and alcohol. Iguro was an expert at information extraction and worked closely with Kocho’s younger sister, Shinobu, to develop poisons and antidotes. Kanroji oversaw the Corps’ restaurant and entertainment interests. Tomioka and Sabito worked with old man Urokodaki on all modes of transportation. 

And then came the boogie men. Masachika, Shinazugawa, Uzui and Kyojuro himself were the Corp’s justice system. For members and business interests - They were each enforcer, jury, judge and oftentimes executioner. Whatever the Master needed or wanted them to be, they were.

Kyojuro scrubbed his hands and reminded himself again that it was a bad idea to get tangled up with a woman, especially Uzui’s baby sister. The problem was he had thoroughly enjoyed the time he spent with her.  He wet his hands and washed his face, hoping to clear his thoughts. He needed to engage his Hashira mode. Time to become the Flame Hashira once again. He headed into the main room where other Hashira sat. Iguro nodded to him in greeting. 

Uzui sat sprawled out on a couch with his head resting on the back. He lolled his head to look at Kyojuro as he entered the room. “So, Rengoku, anything you’d care to talk about?” Uzuii asked.

“About what?” Kyojuro asked, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and heading to sit down next to him. 

“About why you just laid that kid out in the parking lot maybe?” Uzui asked, gesturing to the security stream on the screens covering the wall across from them.

Giyuu Tomioka, the Water Hashira came into the room as he asked. He took a seat on the couch opposite them and glanced at Kyojuro. His stare annoyed Kyojuro for some reason.

“Anything wrong, Tomioka?” He asked.

“I was waiting for your explanation before I asked my question,” Tomioka said, sitting back next to a mountain of a man named Gyomei Himejima, the leader of the Hashira.

Kyojuro wanted to go find that kid and punch him in his face again for putting him in this position. Though he supposed his own misplaced rage was part of it. He gave a smile, “Nothing to be concerned about.”

“This is out of character for you, Rengoku,” Himejima regarded him with concern.

“Who’s Bri?” Tomioka asked

Uzui’s head snapped to Kyojuro, gaze narrowed on him. “Now you better have more to say.”

“The kid I punched is the one who did not give your sister a ride the other day,” Kyojuro answered. He was not even slightly worried about what Uzui would say to that.

“That’s all you’re going to tell him?” Tomioka asked. The man was dense and nosey and had no sense of when to shut the hell up. 

“Is there more?” Uzui asked, glaring at Tomioka. 

“He deserved the punch,” Tomioka shrugged before settling back against the couch with his usual sullen appearance.

“Obviously, he ditched my sister.”

“But he didn’t ditch her,” Tomioka cocked his head confused.

Kyojuro sighed, he had been trying to avoid making a big deal about it. “Enough.”

Uzui narrowed his eyes on Kyojuro, his thoughts finally focusing on important parts of the conversation. Just lovely. “Why would he be talking to you about Bri?”

Bri was awoken by a pounding on her door. She had fallen asleep on her couch watching TV. It was still dark out. Who the hell was it? She grabbed her phone for safety reasons and just happened to see a text from Tengen.

She went and opened the door for her brother with a glare. “What is your problem?”

“Inside, now,” Tengen glared back.

She opened the door and let him in, shutting it behind him. “What has you so upset?”

“You had dinner with Rengoku tonight, huh?” He asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against her counter and continued to glare.

“What business is that of yours?” she asked, cocking her head. “I can do what I want with who I want and when I want.”

“Answer the question.”

“Yes. I did,” she said, not allowing her brother to make her feel bad for what had honestly been the best part of her week if not month. Hell, maybe year!

“How’d that come about?” he asked.

“I’m assuming you’ve heard this from Kyojuro already?” Bri asked.

“Not quite, I’ll explain after you answer my question,” Tengen said.

“Ani…”

“No. Bri. I want answers.”

She sighed and walked over to her couch and sat down, rubbing her face to wake herself more. “I was leaving the art supply store and I saw him about to cross the street. I called out to him and asked him if wanted to join me for dinner at Hinatsaru’s diner but he was heading in the opposite direction. There was a diner right there so we had dinner together. That’s it. Now, your turn. Speak.”

“All I knew was the two of you went out to eat,” he said.

“And what? Did Kyojuro tell you?” It was better to know now if he was going to be like that. She didn't need a spy for her already nosey and overbearing older brother

Tengen saw the look on her face. She was now doubting Rengoku. His friend was a good guy and didn’t deserve someone thinking anything bad about him. He was honestly Tengen’s only actual friend. In the broad scheme of things Bri could do worse by far and at least he would know she was safe. Rengoku was an absolute gentleman, even compared to him. “Rengoku did not say a word about being with you, why he was with you or where you went.”

“Then how did you find out? Why did this come about?” she asked, gesturing to his presence now that he had calmed down a bit. 

“I found out because he laid a kid out in the parking lot over a comment about you,” Tengen arched his brow at her. 

“Huh?” Bri sat upright in shock. “What?”

“Yeah, Tomioka overheard the exchange and asked questions,” it was mostly the truth. 

“I don’t know who Tapioca is but he should mind his own business.”

“I hope you know from now on I will only call him Tapioca.”

"I'd say it's well deserved! I hope it catches on! I hope it ruins his street cred!" Bri huffed and crossed her arms in annoyance at the situation. She had no clue what  could have caused Kyojuro to snap like that but Tapioca needed to shut his big fat whore mouth. 

Tengen groaned. His sister couldn't even make asking questions easy for him. Then again he had barged into her apartment in the middle of the night with no warning. He may have deserved a bit of the ire being thrown at him. Maybe. Tengen sighed. “Apparently it was the guy who was supposed to give you a ride home the other day, princess.”

“Oh, Kaigaku… that slug,” Bri grimaced and shook in revulsion. “What did the little troll say that got Kyojuro to knock him out?”

“Well first, apparently you failed to tell me the truth of what happened with your ride.” a dark shadow came over his features.

Bri sighed and looked down at her hands. She knew her brother would be mad and may act irrationally if he found out. But wait… How did that tie in? “Tengen, answer me. What did he say to Kyojuro?”

“According to Tapioca, he told Rengoku that he didn’t give you a ride home because you wouldn’t give him a blow job.”

“That’s… true.”

Tengen moved to sit next to her, taking a hand in his and squeezing it. “You don’t gotta be ashamed because a guy was a pig like that, you know?”

“I’m not ashamed. I didn’t trust you not to beat his ass. He’s a dumb college kid.” Tengen looked at her for more. “I shoved him off of me and got out of the car. That’s it.” Tengen wondered if Kyojuro knew about the ‘shoved him off of her’ part. He was willing to bet not since the kid was still breathing. For now. “He’s a corps member with a gun. That situation could have gotten out of hand.”

“I didn’t know that he was a member, Ani. But… I really thought he was an okay guy. I had been talking to him in class since the beginning of the year.”

“You don’t deserve to be treated like that. I’m glad Rengoku knocked him out. I wish he would have kicked him in his ribs and stomped his balls too. Now THAT would have been flashy.”

“What did the guy say that caused Kyojuro to do that?”

“He told Kyojuro he was wasting his time because you don’t put out.”

She gave a dejected sigh. “I’m not a prude. I just don’t think a guy is deserving of a blow job in exchange for a ride home after a single cup of shitty coffee.” 

“It’s not. No guy is deserving of a blow job until you decide they are,” Tengen said firmly as he took her in, watching as she pulled her knees up and rested her arms on them before putting her forehead on them.

“Guys in college suck, Tengen. I’m tired of guys like this,” she said, her voice kinda muffled. “Kyojuro is the first guy that treated me decently other than you since Daddy died.”

He made a noise of disgust and pulled her into his arms. He ruffled her hair and kissed the top of her head. “Tell me the bad news. How much do you like him?”

“I’ve only had one dinner with him, Tengen,” Bri sat back and wiped tears off her face. “Of Course now that he knows I don’t put out easily he’ll probably bounce too.”

“Don’t be shitty,” Tengen told her with an annoyed glare. “He’s a really good guy.”

“You’re right, I was being shitty. He doesn’t seem like that type of guy,” she gave her brother a small smile.

“He’s not. I mean it, he’s a good guy. And a gentleman,” Tengen took one look at her lovesick face and sighed. “Great. You like him a lot.”

“Just shut your stupid face,” Bri groaned and dropped her head to the side to rest it on the back of the couch. “Yes. I like him a lot.”

“What made you call out to him?” Tengen asked, curious.

She shrugged. “I’m lonely. He seemed really nice when we met. And sorry to tell you, my precious big brother, but your friend is smokin’ hot. Like holy fuck, Kyojuro is hot.”

“Down girl. Don’t make me get the hose.” Tengen laughed and reached over to ruffle her hair again. “You could do a lot worse than a guy willing to knock another man out for speaking bad about you after one dinner. You have done worse. Way worse.”

“Oh shut up,” she groaned, kicking him in the side gently. “Shouldn’t you be out committing crimes?”

“Yeah… But I came by to talk with you first. I wanted to hear everything from you,” Tengen said. “And now I’m hungry. Midnight pancakes?”

She smiled. “I’ll go get dressed.”

“Hey, princess!” Tengen called after her as she headed towards her room in the one bedroom apartment she had. She turned to look at him, waiting for a response. “I meant what I said. You could do a lot worse. He is a really good guy, a good person.”

“Is that your way of giving me some type of blessing?” she arched an eyebrow.

“Yes, it is. Little Miss I do what I want when I want but secretly want my big brother’s approval.”

“You’re gonna make me throw up,” she said, walking away with a smile. Tengen knew and approved. She bit her lip. Hopefully she’d hear from him again…

Kyojuro put out his cigarette on the ground as Uzui pulled up in the black SUV they would be using for the night. While Uzui had gone to get the vehicle from Urokodaki, he had visited Haganzeka and Kanamori down in the armory, gathering some extras for this job that their normal weapons would not cover. 

Kyojuro owned and expertly wielded a number of weapons - Guns, knives, swords, bow, crossbow, and more. He was an expert in hand to hand combat. These were all things that helped him reach Hashira by 18. Here he was now, 24 and a Hashira for 6 years. 

He sighed as he lifted the duffle bag off the ground and got into the SUV. This was not where he ever dreamed of being, but it was where he was. It allowed him to pay his and Senjuro’s way. 

It allowed him to send Senjuro to a good school in the next town and have money set into a trust fund for Senjuro, done under someone else’s name so it could never be tied to him. Enough that no matter what, his younger brother would never want for anything again, even if something were to happen to him. He had a nice place, a nice car. So why did he feel like something was missing?

It wasn’t until recently that he had felt this… incompleteness. He lit another cigarette as Uzui pulled out onto the road, talking about something Kyojuro had not heard a single word of. 

He needed to get his head in the game. He could wallow in whatever this was later. Right now, he needed to be the Flame Hashira once again.

“You went over the layout again, right?” Kyojuro asked his friend and fellow Hashira. 

“Yes, mom. I did my studying,” Uzui said in the tone of an annoyed teenager. “Gosh!”

“Good, next do your laundry and clean your room,” Kyojuro took a long drag before blowing it out the window.

“You should quit smoking,” Uzuii said, giving him a side glance.

“Are you now my mother?” Kyojuro asked, taking another long drag.

“No. I’m not. Though I do look good in an apron. However,” he glanced at Kyojuro again.

“However?”

“However I can tell you that Bri doesn’t like the smell of cigarettes,” Uzui said, eyes back on the road. 

Kyojuro mulled over his words in his mind and his response to them. He shouldn’t care about that fact, but he did. Because if she did not like the way it smelled, she definitely would not like the way it tasted. And he definitely wanted to kiss her. 

But that was probably not something to tell her behemoth of an older brother. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Are you interested in her?” Uzui asked, eyes still on the road. “I’m asking as your friend and her older brother. Because she likes you, Rengoku. You made her happy when you had dinner with her. And I like seeing her happy. So, I’m not against it. I’m not necessarily for it. But I want to know where you stand. Is she just a friend or-”

“Uzui, we had one dinner together,” Kyojuro answered with more force than he meant to, earning him a side eye from the big brother next to him. He hadn’t wanted to delve into those feelings and thoughts tonight, but here he was. 

Better to clear the air before they got to the job site, he supposed. “Yes, Uzui. I like Bri. And yes… I am interested in her. I really enjoyed our dinner the other night as well. She is very warm and very bright. She’s witty. She’s beautiful…”

“Yeah, what can I say. My sister is almost as flashy as I am! A total catch,” Uzui said in his normal playful tone. 

“But Uzui, we are colleagues and friends. We know the ugly truth of what eachother does for a profession,” Kyojuro sucked in a long drag.

“Yeah, we are and we do,” Uzui said. “And yet I still told her, just like I am telling you, if you guys decide it’s something you want to do, go for it. But if you are taking the princess out, you better take her out somewhere nice.”

“I wouldn’t dream of doing otherwise.” Kyojuro was honestly a tad offended but he reminded himself that Uzui was just being an older sibling. 

“You better protect her with your life.”

“You already know that I will.”

“Just remember, Rengoku. You break your heart, I’ll break your neck.”

“I would never. And I would expect no less,” Kyojuro smirked as he spoke. “And as for the neck breaking… you could try.”

Uzui turned and gave him a giant grin full of mischief. “Alright, got that off my chest. Now that us two gentlemen are done having that heart to heart… let's go be bad guys!” 

[whirling-fangs]

So I rewatched Yuukaku episode 9 for depression science reasons and I noticed something interesting :

When Inosuke uses the "Explosive Rush" in the battle against Daki, while Tanjiro and Zenitsu are covering him, he doesn't use his usual "kiba/fang" before the attack's name. He actually says "hachi no kata", instead of "hachi no kiba" as he would usually say.

The only usual occurence of this happens when he uses the seventh, "Spatial Awareness", which is always a "form" and not a "fang" (the wiki has that listed correctly too). I assumed that was intentional from Inosuke, because that form is the only part of Beast Breathing that isn't meant for attack, so it would make sense that he sets it apart from the rest. The eight one, however, ought to be always be fang because it's probably the most beastly one of all, where Inosuke rushes headlong without a care for the enemy's attacks.

So why would he call it a "form" here? Why would he suddenly revert to the word that every other slayer uses, when he's always so proud of being different from the rest of them?

I believe that it's all in the context. Never before has Inosuke so voluntarily entrusted his life to someone else, let alone to two humans. At this very moment, Inosuke entirely lowers his guard so he can focus on only one thing: attack, attack, attack. His life is out of his own hands.

He is one of them. He's a member of the Corps, he's a member of a crew. Zenitsu and Tanjiro are not only his underlings, they are his comrades. His trusted companions.

Inosuke doesn't feel the urge to set himself apart. If anything, he desperately, more than ever before in his life, need to belong. He's spent the entire battle hearing about their forms, and all of a sudden, when teamwork has never mattered more and he's launching an attack alongside his two best friends, simultaneously... he doesn't need to set himself apart anymore. And that's how his subconcious brings forth a form rather than a fang at this specific moment. He reverts to a fang right after, when he reaches Daki's neck.

Either that, or his voice actor got confused. We'll never know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

EDIT: WE KNOW!!!!!

ITS NOT AN ERROR!!!! he says "kata" in the manga too ♥♥♥ the headcanon LIVES!!

i'm so sorry for doubting you matsuoka-san ;w; pretty much every translation I've found said "fang" sobs why would you erase this little tidbit!!!!