#kyojuro rengoku x oc

[midnightwriter21]

demon slayer hcs: the hashira men having a demon!SO that’s immune to sunlight pt.1

characters: fem!reader x rengoku, giyuu

PT 2 with Sanemi HERE

AN: the long awaited request is finally here!! sorry for the delay! im in college and finals week was crazy! but the semester is over and i'm ready to get back to it with a bunch of new content for you guys! <3

RENGOKU

when he comes home from a mission to find the house completely trashed and a trail of blood leading to the bedroom he freezes

his first thought is that you're dead

someone or something has broken in

and he wasn't here to protect you

immediately blames himself

and poor kyo just can't force himself to walk in the bedroom only to discover your broken bleeding body

his heart couldn't take it

its not until he hears movement and small noises of pain that he pushes the bedroom door open

only to discover you hiding in the corner of the room covered with a blanket

relief

until he pulls the blanket from your head to see what you've turned into

he doesn't react

doesn't talk

doesn't move

doesn't even breathe

just stares at you

until you manage to croak out his name

this snaps his mind into high gear

immediately thoughts of the young Kamado girl are running through his head

she has never hurt a human and seems to do just fine

and if you were going to harm him you would have done it already

quickly pulls you into his arms, making sure to avoid the sunlight peaking through the curtains and carries you to the bed to set you down

scribbles a note to the head of the corps to inform him of your condition

and spends the rest of the day and that night comforting and reassuring you because of what had to have been a traumatic night

a week or so passes

you fall back into your old routine of caring for the house

and its quite obvious that you're becoming depressed

no longer able to enjoy the warmth of the sun and being cooped up in the house for your own safety

it isnt until a young man wearing the head of a boar bursts headfirst through the window

breaking the glass, ripping down the curtains

with a "comin through!"

that you realize the sunlight doesn't harm you like it does to other demons

leave it to inosuke lmao

when kyo returns home from another mission around noon

imagine his surprise when his demon SO bursts through the front door into the sun

and into his arms

takes a minute for him to process that you're not burning up

"oh my god we have to get you inside NOW"

the poor man is having a heartattack

but then he sees your smile and hears your laugh for the first time since the attack

finally he's able to realize that the sun has no effect on you

and he's picking you up and swinging you around in a giant hug

i just know he gives the best hugs

i'd let him crush me to death in one

of course kyo is still sometimes crushed with guilt

he blames himself for your transformation in the first place

but the most important thing is that you're safe and happy again

GIYUU

why can't this man ever just be happy

when you don't show up at your usual meeting place with Giyuu in between missions he knows somethings up

he rushes to your home

and there you are

sitting on the steps in front of your house

covered in blood and in tears

it isn't until he gets closer that he realizes what has happened

he has no words

everyone that giyuu has ever loved has been taken from him

and he allowed himself to love you

thats why this has happened

blames himself even though it obviously not his fault

still not speaking he looks at the sky to see the sun

and then back at you

a demon

who isn't affected by the sunlight in the slightest

and isn't attacking him

and then he disappears

when he returns several hours later it's dark outside

and with him he's brought Shinobu and the Kamado siblings

one of which is a demon

Shinobu checks you over and determines that the blood you are covered in is indeed yours

but any wounds you had have already healed

Nezuko senses what you are but seems to know that you're docile and snuggles up to your side as a comfort

and Giyuu just watches quietly

when Nezuko has fallen asleep her brother picks her up giving you a sad smile before he leaves

Giyuu helps you stand and brings you inside

he runs a bath so you can clean urself off

and goes about cleaning the house which was destroyed during your attack

it isn't until you're in bed that Giyuu lays behind you, tugs you close to him, and speaks to you for the first time

"i am staying with you. and i WILL turn you back."

and those two sentences bring you all the comfort in the world

[miiiturix]

Being serious hits different

[stardustbee]

Lazy Kinktober Week 4

Tengen Uzui x fem! Hashira Ayane Hirabayashi x Kyojuro Rengoku

Warnings: use of alcohol, oral (fem and male receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, let me know if i missed something

Word Count: 1900

Taglist:

@zeenmrala @oh-three @tommyarashikage @herblinz @pixiestookourstardust @chocobothis

The drinks were still scattered around the table. Some of the bottles were completely empty and Ayane had accidentally knocked over a few with her foot, causing the contents to spill all over the floor.

'We should definitely hold a little flashy special training session tonight! What do you think?' Uzui had said in the afternoon.

'G-good idea!' Rengoku had agreed with a red face.

She should have said no. She should have just said that she was on a mission. Ayane should have been smarter than that. Now she was lying there. Half naked on Kyojuro Rengoku's lap while he massaged her breasts. Her uniform open, her pussy exposed. And an incredibly handsome Tengen Uzui between her legs. Who was far too skilful with his tongue for her to simply say no. They both saw the mess they were making of her and they both liked it.

She knew that Tengen liked such things, but Kyojuro…

Continue on Ao3

[theyanderespecialist]

Thanksgiving Part 1 (Scenario/Gift) Yandere Kyojuro X Michelle X Yandere Tengen (Demon Slayer)

[This is A Gift From My Co-Author to Me: Michelle is my persona/OC] @mamamaries wrote this!

(No One's POV) To say that Thanksgiving could be lonely in a foreign country was an understatement. Michelle had come here to be an English teacher, and that meant she left her friends and family behind.

They had Thanksgiving here, it was on the 23rd of November, and it was already the 22nd when she realized that.

She sighed as she leaned back in her chair. "What's got you so down?" She heard a loud voice as she looked to see Mr.Rengoku, the history teacher.

"Oh- nothing- well, that's...that's a lie. I'm just kind of homesick." She said as he sat on his chair, rolling his way over as she waited for him to reach her. There were significantly easier ways to get to her...

"Well, that's normal, but have you tried not being homesick?" He asked as she looked at him. Well, that's..yeah, that's what she expected.

"Thanks, Kyo, I've tried that." She said, maybe it came off a little rude, but Kyojuro seemed to understand as he smiled.

"I'm sorry Kyo- I just, it's hitting pretty hard recently. I'm not going to have anyone for Thanksgiving." She said as he stopped and blinked.

"You..don't have anyone?" He asked as she shook her head.

He hated to see her sad, but this also was a positive thing, for him at least.

"Michelle! I'd like you to come to my apartment and have Thanksgiving with me and Tengen!" He'd been wanting to ask her for a while, and he'd tried, but anytime he did, he'd get held back by students needing help, and he couldn't ignore them. Their schedules rarely gave them time during the school day to be alone or even together.

Despite that, he'd grown quite fond of the blonde. He might even say it was a crush..now that he's thinking about it..he was trying to remember if Uzui said such a thing himself. That would be awkward.

"You- you want me to..you- yes." Michelle stumbled over her words, but her smile made it obvious that she appreciated it. She had quite a crush on the history teacher....and the art teacher. But she wasn't even thinking of that. She was just happy she wouldn't be alone. She couldn't help but hug him, or she was about to before the door opened.

"Woah woah, what was I walking in on? Come on, this is a communal area." Seems Tengen got back from the vending machine.

"We weren't no- I-" "we were doing nothing inappropriate! I was asking Michelle to join us for Thanksgiving!" Rengoku clarified just loud enough that someone walking by would potentially hear.

Uzui broke out with a smile. "That so? Well, Michelle. You're in for a treat. I put on quite a flashy Thanksgiving dinner, so be ready, I always put on my best performance for pretty women." He said as she blushed, stumbling over her words before the bell rang.

Talk about being saved by the bell.

[ofrolysdogs]

hoshiko x kyojuro

reference

i might trace the manga version as well but for now, have this.

[blizzardhashira]

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Decided to be a little heeheehaahaahoohoo silly and give Yuki temporary blindness after the final battle due to using form twelve of ice breathing. She'll recover. Until then, she knows where to find Kyojuro in her estate by touch.

[vampcubus]

I wanna plant a thought in your head:

Tenko taking her sweet, sweet time tying up her darling little Yume in such beautiful intricate knots, her voice gentle as she constantly checks to see if her girl’s okay— if she needs to stop at any time or if she wants to stop entirely.

Yume takes a deep breath and smiles,” No— k-keep going.”

It’s such a beautiful sight for Kyojuro to see, truly.

I’m having brainrot help me

i’m so into rigging and it’s so obvious shshdjsjsk. context for others that may read this: this is a polyship between our ocs and kyojuro. Tenko’s mine. Yume belongs to @renhoeku. Akihime is also mentioned and belongs to @herohibiscus

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, rigging/shibari, voyeurism, polyamory, i wanna say this isn’t overly explicit but that’s likely a lie.

As soon as Yume expresses the desire to be tied up, Tenko gets all starry-eyed. Because hell yes, she wants to dress her up in rope.

She’s very gentle, as she often is with Yume, maneuvering her the way she needs to make the intricate loops and knots across her chest, hips, and thighs. The rope she chose is a brilliant red that compliments Yume’s peachy complexion, though as she feels herself bent and bound in vulnerable positions, she feels her whole body flush. Her rosy nipples pebble as Tenko’s fingers brush over them, and all it took was a salacious giggle for Yume to realize the touch was far from accidental – nothing about Tenko was accidental. Every look, touch, and murmured praise was full of purpose. 

The towering woman sought to unravel her until she was nothing but brittle threads, threatening to snap at the slightest tug.

“How does that feel, Yume-chan?” Tenko asks, pausing her ties to brush a cool thumb over the smaller woman’s ruddy cheek, eyes crinkling fondly when she nuzzles into the affectionate gesture. “Not too tight?”

Yume’s bindings are firm, the many bridges and decorative knots adorning her upper body stock still, but comfortable. Her arms are tied together and crossed behind her back, and no matter how much she wiggles, the ropes don’t budge.

“Feels good, frosty,” Yume assures and her wife can’t help but giggle at the nickname – a cute reference to her breathing style. “You can k-keep going.”

And so she does, leisurely restraining her freedom of movement until all Yume could do was squirm around impatiently, face getting increasingly red as Tenko tightens her knots. Yume can’t help but notice the relaxed focus Tenko exudes as she wraps her in crimson rope, almost as if the act of binding her limbs together was therapeutic.

The frost breather leans back onto her haunches to check over her work, already devastatingly hot between the legs at the sight of her cute partner all tied up. Yume wouldn’t be able to escape the pleasure this way, and the sheer amount of trust she has placed in Tenko’s capable hands makes her head spin.

“Such pretty knots,” Kyojuro praises from across the room and Tenko swells with pride, cold hands smoothing over Yume’s supple thighs, delighted by the goosebumps her touch incites.

“Pretty knots for our pretty girl,” Tenko purrs in response, though her carmine gaze remains fixed on Yume’s.

Her eyes speak in tongues only Yume’s body understands, drawing her muscles tight with anticipation as Tenko devours her whole with but a look. Something like a starved beast stares back, and suddenly the dark-haired woman can no longer hold her gaze, head lolling to the side demurely.

Only for her emerald gaze to be ensnared by Kyojuro’s, which hasn’t left her the whole night. She feels her mouth go dry at his engrossed expression, cheeks flushed and thick brows creased in concentration. He’s leaning forward as if enraptured – as far as he can whilst cross-legged. The blond always did have a thing for watching, and now his honeyed gaze is smoldering as he follows the exploration of Tenko’s nimble hands over Yume’s beautifully bound form. Kyojuro is writhing in place almost as much as she is, hands clenching and unclenching the fabric of his hakama restlessly.

Tenko follows her line of sight to their husband and grins at the exchange.

She crawls over Yume’s body with feline grace, pressing a purposeful thigh between her parted thighs. She tugs open her kimono, the rustling of fabric drawing the attention of both of her lovers, all too eager to ogle her full breasts on display. She’s cautious not to rest too much of her weight on her darling, but she leans in close to whisper into her ear. 

“Now then, we’d better give Kyojuro a show. He’s waited so patiently to see you bound like this, so let’s make him squirm some more, Yume-chan.”

“I’ll be good,” Yume whimpers and Tenko lets out an amused hum.

“As if you have a choice when I’ve got you at my mercy like this. You couldn’t misbehave if you tried, darling,” she teases, her wine-colored lips pressing lazy kisses across the smaller woman’s cheek, stopping just shy of her pouty lips just to hear her whine that pitiful whine. 

“Watch us carefully, Kyojuro,” Tenko hums, making eye contact with the blond as her lips suck dark marks into the tender flesh of Yume’s throat, delighted by the way both of her partners moan.

“As if I could look away,” Kyojuro laughs breathlessly, eyes flittering between to two indecisively. He could hardly choose where to look, but his mouth fell open at the sight of Yume’s heavy tits filling Tenko’s eager hands, transfixed by the way her thumbs rub torturous circles around her pretty pink nipples. “Such a delectable sight you two make.”

Tenko hums in agreement and Yume’s brows pinch at the praise, the air punched out of her lungs as her wife’s fingers roll her sensitive nips between her icy fingers.

“She looks so tasty I think I could just,” Tenko leans down to lick the flat of her pink tongue over the pebbled nub, taking it into her hot mouth as the dark-haired woman keens, arching into the sensation to the best of her ability. The ropes keep her movements slight, but it’s more than enough to make Kyojuro’s cock throb against his hakama. The selfish part of him wishes to be in Tenko’s place, to have his mouth laving over Yume’s tits like some depraved animal.

Tenko recognized his longing gaze and smiled against her lover’s breast.

“He wants to touch you,” Tenko vocalizes, popping off of her tit long enough to monologue. “He wishes it was him touching you like this, tasting you like this.”

Yume shivers, green eyes rolling back just slightly at the implication. She blinks her eyes rapidly, trying her best not to fall into the fantasy Tenko describes. She’s so wet she’s practically drooling onto Tenko’s toned thigh, and she moans throatily when Tenko grinds it against her cunt.

Yume’s mind wanders to Akihime, what kind of slack-jawed expressions she’d make if she saw her like this. She wonders if she’d writhe in place like Kyojuro, leaning forward to see better as Tenko ruins her for their viewing pleasure. Would she seek Kyojuro’s comfort? Would they play with one another as Tenko fingered Yume’s pretty pussy open on her cold fingers, the ropes keeping her spread and on display for her lovers to watch her come apart at the seams?

The image burns brightly in her mind, Kyojuro’s fingers dancing over Akihime’s skin, Tenko’s babbling praise next to her ear as she rubbed their cunts together, their harmonized moans of bliss as they brought one another to completion in tandem.

[harpiana-lupus]

I wanted to drawing something cute and fluffy with Hino no Kokoro and Kyojuro Rengoku.

I don't have sure if I want them to be in a relationship romantically or not, still think about it, maybe them will be just good friend.

But, anyway, hope you all appreciate my fluffys drawings

[kmiyaake]

Blood rose and Sun. Kyojuro x F!OC

CHAPTER 1 - GOODBYE. TW: She/Her pronouns for the MC. Y'all can skip this one to the fourth chapter. The other ones are to give background to Kaori.

0. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5.

The young redhead-girl was now picking flowers in that long meadow in front of her home, watching the color show of the great blue midday sky, mesmerized by its beauty. A big smile played on her lips when she saw that she had finished the flower crown she had been working on. The gentle breeze carried with it the sound of soft laughter from Kaori, who was happily wearing her crown, that was made out of red and white flowers.

In the distance, she heard her mother calling out for her.

Sweetheart, the food is almost done!

The familiar voice of her mother made her snap out, causing the little girl to squeal silently. Kaori still wanted to continue playing with the flowers, after all. But she knew she couldn't. For her mind took hours as mere seconds when she had too much fun. And demons stalked those who wandered the lands at night, according to her mother's tales. She stood up from the grass, the breeze getting colder as minutes flew by. She looked up to the southwest, to see very faintly grey-colored clouds. Maybe a storm was approaching?

I'm back.

The emerald-eyed girl announced her presence in her home, at a slow pace she advanced through the corridors to reach the dining room where she hoped to find her parents. Peeking through the small crack between the door and its frame, she watched while her parents spoke while they put the utensils on the wooden table. Without being noticed, she went up the steps to go to her room and change the uncomfortable dress she was wearing for a more comfortable and lighter one. In the act, the girl felt homesick and sad. She used to share room with her older sister, she looked around the room. Her sister's paintings hanged over the walls, peerless beauty in each of them. But as she observed more, the ache in her chest grew bigger. Kaori , so at a slow pace she made her way to the window with a view of the ravine, the sun was lost among the trees revealing some beautiful blue colors that were a delight for Kaori. She thought about the similarity of the immense sky with her mother's eyes. After staring at the horizon with her thoughts scrambled, some gentle sounds of her mother's knuckles against the wood of her door brought her out of her thoughts.

I supposed you would be here

The older woman smiled sweetly at the sight of the green-eyed girl, walking slowly inside and closing the door behind her.

Then I suppose you know me too well.

She smiled heavily as she sighed and closed the windows, a storm was looming on the southwest horizons, which means that tonight she would spend it in some inn.

Is something wrong, sweetheart?

She took a seat on the bed while making a small sign for her daughter to accompany her. The woman had similarities to Kaori. She redish hair with some white strands taking place to grow, her freckles barely noticeable along her nose and cheeks. Her wrinkles showing whenever she smiled. The woman had various scars along her body, and her hands seemed to be scarred and hurt by some kind of hard work. She never talked about her younger years, so the girl never knew the reason as to how her mother ended up like that. And of course, the small flower mark on her collarbone. Kaori remembers asking about it years ago, when she was barely six. But her mother never gave her any information about it, simply brushing it off as 'younghood mistakes' so Kaori learned to not ask again, satisfied with her mother's response. The emerald-eyed girl looked out in the horizon again. She felt nostalgic again. The blue sky didn't reminded her to her mother only, but also her sister. Eiko. I just.. miss Eiko. It's been three years since she left. She flung herself on the bed on her back, spreading and tangling her hair at the same time, taking a deep breath to calm her high nerves. Thinking of her older sister made her even more nervous than what she already was. Her mother's eyes softened at her words, placing a hand on the girl's head, slowly caressing it.

Oh my little middlemist. I miss her too.

Fuji said, a sad smile decorating her lips. She stopped looking at Kaori for a moment, to look out the open window in the room. She admired the sky, having the same nostalgic feeling as her daughter. She also noticed the snowstorm approaching

I know you said last week that you wanted to go by yourself to the village. But you know you don't have to right? You have us right here, sweetheart.

Her mother looked at her with loving and worried eyes. It was her first time going by herself, she couldn't help her protective side to step in.

It's okay, I'm old enough now, mom! I can take care of myself. And besides, I'll have Thena. I'll be fine!

The girl smiled, in an attempt of comforting her mother. She sat up again, facing the woman's eyes. Her eyes sparked with determination, but Fuji could easily tell the sadness in them. Usually, it was Eiko and Kaori who would go down to the village. But since Eiko's disappearance, Kaori did not stepped a foot out of the mountain. Fuji was proud of her middlemist, but she was also deeply worried.

This time, however, she had chosen to trust the girl and let her go. Believing it was the best for her health.

Okay then, middlemist. Let's go eat before you leave.

The blue-eyed smiled energetically as she stood up and shook her apron.

Mom, dad. You wouldn't leave me too, right?

Kaori asked herself, watching her mother leave. The sound of the door touching the frame made everything go quiet. An uncomfortable feeling started growing. She felt goosebumps on her back when she faced the window, almost as if... someone, something was watching.

The sun showed that the afternoon was here. Kaori had enjoyed her meal with her parents, the tasty food they had made was the perfect remedy to her sadness.

Now, a pair of curious green eyes wandered across the small barn behind her house. She looked through the gates, finding her friend Thena eating hay. She smiled softly at the sight, making a sound with her mouth that made the horse grouch. The young girl started preparing the bags for her trip. Not wanting to carry much, since she planned on coming back before the sun went down. But she got carried away with her lunch, making very little possibilities of returning before sunset.

She sighed at the thought of returning at night, chills going down her back as she imagined running into a bear, or even worse, a demon.

Shaking her head, she went back to her task, barely noticing her parents walking into the barn too.

Kaori.

Called out her mother, Fuji, holding a nicely wrapped box in her hands. Not too far behind stood her father, Kioshi, a hand around his wife's waist while the other one held a knife safely guarded by it's sheath.

Kaori turned around, a little surprise that she hadn't been called by any nicknames. Maybe she had done something wrong?

Yes, mother?

The horse was left behind as soon as the older woman spoke, walking towards her mother and bowing before her, as a sign of respect.

Take care of yourself, okay?

This time, her father stepped in. Letting go of Fuji's waist and wrapping his hands around his daughter in a warm embrace. Fuji did the same, closing her eyes and planting a sweet kiss on her daughter's head.

Kaori simply closed her eyes, letting her parent's love wash over. It was.. strange. Almost as if they were saying goodbye. Not 'see you soon'.

Fun fact! Did you know that a red middlemist are super rare?

[chikawaas]

LMFAO SANEGIYUU STUFF

YEA RHAS ALL I LOVE THEMMM

[erexart]

Clingy <3

Based on @thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch ‘s fic! Please give it a read if you haven’t!

[ponderingmoonlight]

kny men being "forced" to kiss you

Pairings: Sanemi x reader; Rengoku x reader; Tengen x reader

Word Count: 2,4k

Warnings: here I serve you fluff and spice everyone 😇

Shinazugawa Sanemi 

You cross your arms, glaring up at Sanemi, who’s leaning against the wall with his broad frame, his expression etched with irritation. His scowl seems almost permanent, especially during your frequent arguments, and today is no exception. The two of you are bickering over something trivial - the exact details lost in the heat of the moment as usual - when Mitsuri, ever the oh so innocent meddler, decides to step in.

“Oh, come on, you two!” Mitsuri chirps, her voice light and full of enthusiasm.

“You’re always arguing! Why not make up with a kiss? That would be so romantic!”

She clasps her hands together, her cheeks glowing with excitement.

The room goes silent for a beat, tension crackling in the air like a lightning storm. Sanemi’s scowl deepens, and his sharp eyes flick to Mitsuri, then back to you.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. Like hell I’m doing that,” he growls.

Mitsuri pouts, tilting her head with a playful smile. That girl…You can’t help but glare at her in sheer disbelief, only the thought of Sanemi’s lips pressed against yours sounding so ridiculous in your own mind. She might be the love hashira, but this goes way too far. After all, kissing can’t solve the fact that Sanemi’s a jerk, right?

“Oh, don’t be so grumpy, Sanemi! It’ll be fun! Who knows? You might even like it!”

Her teasing tone only seems to fuel the fire of his irritation. But on the other hand…Her annoying the hell out of him does seem like a pleasing opportunity you should use to get on hiss nerves.

You smirk to yourself. Yeah, let’s do this.

“What, scared you’ll like it?”

His eyes narrow dangerously, his expression a mixture of incredulity and defiance.

“You wish,” he spits, pushing himself off the wall and closing the distance between you with a few purposeful steps.

“Then prove it,” you challenge, tilting your chin up to meet his intense gaze.

Despite your audacity, your heart pounds like a drum in your chest, each beat louder than the last. You aren’t sure if this is courage or madness, but you refuse to back down now. Not when his eyes are set on you like that, not when he’s that close to you.

Sanemi’s jaw tightens, his frustration evident in the tick of his clenched teeth. With a low growl, he reaches out, his hands cupping your face. You brace yourself for something rough, something impulsive, but his touch surprises you. Despite his brash demeanor, his hands are warm and steady, cradling your face with a care you hadn’t expected.

Then, without another word, he leans in and presses his lips to yours.

You forget how to exist.

The kiss isn’t gentle, but not harsh either. It’s firm, purposeful, and filled with the same fiery intensity that defines Sanemi himself. It isn’t just a kiss - it’s a challenge, a battle, a dare he’d never pass on when you provoke him like that. The world seems to fade away, the argument, Mitsuri, everything – gone in the wind as your senses narrow to the warmth of his lips and the faint, smoky scent that clings to him.

You never thought he’d feel like that. Hot but at the same time cold, rough but gentle all in once. Out of instinct, you wrap your arms around his neck while he pulls you by the waist with his free hand, deepening the kiss even further.

Are you dreaming? And if so, is this a dream or a nightmare? Since you first laid eyes on him, you hated the heck out of this man. This man, who’s now holding you with a passion you’ve never felt before. This man, who insulted you only moments ago with that mouth.

That force of a man…

Just as quickly as it begins, it ends. Sanemi pulls back, his breathing slightly heavier than before. His cheeks, usually a pale color, are now flushed with a hint of pink that makes him look uncharacteristically boyish. But still, his glare remains as fierce as ever, his hand lingering on your chin as if debating whether to let go.

“You’re insufferable,” he mutters, his voice low and hoarse, laced with annoyance.

For a moment, you can only stare at him, too stunned to form a coherent reply. Then, as the reality of what just happened sinks in, a sly grin creeps across your face.

“Admit it. That wasn’t so bad.”

His eyes darken, and his hands finally drop to his sides as if your arrogance physically revolts him.

“Shut up,” he snaps, though the lack of venom in his voice betrays him.

He turns abruptly, running a hand through his spiky hair in a frustrated motion.

“Damn meddling idiots,” he mutters under his breath, though his gaze flickers back to you for a split second before he begins walking away.

“You’re blushing,” you call after him, unable to resist the urge to poke at his pride a little more.

“I’m not blushing!” he barks, his voice louder than necessary, echoing slightly in the quiet room.

His shoulders stiffen, and he quickens his pace, his curses growing less coherent the farther he gets.

You stand there for a moment, a soft laugh escaping your lips. As infuriating as Sanemi can be, you can’t help but find his flustered retreat strangely endearing. And though he’ll never admit it, you catch the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth before he disappears from view.

Rengoku Kyojuro 

The streets are unusually quiet as you and Rengoku move through the narrow alleyways, your hearts pounding in synch. The mission is straightforward: infiltrate a gathering of suspected demon sympathizers and collect information. But now, things have taken a sudden, unexpected turn.

The moonlight filters through cracks in the rooftops above, casting fleeting shadows on his determined face. Rengoku glances back at you, his golden eyes steady but tinged with urgency. There’s no doubt in the fact that this mission is dangerous enough for not one, but two hashira to complete. You feel them in every corner, in every house surrounding you. Demons as far as the eye can see, moving freely along with people who support them.

"Stay close," he whispers, his voice low but firm.

You nod, gripping the fabric of his haori tightly as he leads the way. The only good thing about this mission is definitely working together with Kyojuro.

Everything is going smoothly until a pair of guards emerges from the corner ahead, their faces sharp with suspicion. They’ve seen you. Fuck, all of them look at you with suspicion gleaming in their narrowed eyes. Panic surges in your chest as one of them calls out.

“Hey! You two, stop right there!”

Rengoku halts abruptly, pulling you into the shadows. His broad shoulders block the view of the guards for a moment as he turns to you. His expression softens, but his tone is resolute.

“We have to blend in,” he murmurs, the weight of the situation heavy in his words.

“What do we do?” you whisper back, your pulse racing.

He glances at the approaching guards, then back at you. His voice drops even lower.

“We’ll pretend to be a couple. If they think we’re just two lovers out for the night, they might let us go.”

Before you can fully process his words, he steps closer, his warmth enveloping you.

 “Forgive me for this,” he mumbles softly, his breath brushing against your cheek.

Then, without hesitation, he cups your face gently, tilting your chin up as his lips press against yours.

Time seems to freeze. His kiss is firm yet careful, his movements deliberate as if shielding you from the weight of the moment. You’re hyperaware of everything - the faint smell of ash and sandalwood clinging to him, the heat radiating from his skin, the way his hair brushes against your forehead. Your heart feels like it’s about to burst, your mind going blank.

It’s just you and him. You and the man you’ve had your eye on since joining the demon slayer corps. You and none other than Rengoku Kyojuro.

Footsteps echo closer, and you can hear the guards murmuring to each other. Rengoku deepens the kiss just slightly, his hand slipping to your waist to pull you closer. The world narrows to the two of you, every nerve in your body alight.

Then, as quickly as it began, it’s over. Rengoku pulls back, his golden eyes searching yours for a moment before he shifts his focus to the guards. His arm stays around your waist, holding you close as he addresses them.

“Is there a problem?” he asks, his voice steady and calm, though his grip on you is firm enough to keep you anchored.

The guards hesitate, glancing at each other. One of them clears his throat.

“No, no problem. Just doing our rounds.”

He gestures vaguely.

“Carry on.”

You can barely believe it when they turn and walk away. Only when their footsteps fade into the distance does Rengoku relax slightly, though his arm remains around you. He looks down at you, his expression a mix of apology and relief.

“I…” you start, but words fail you.

He offers a small, reassuring smile.

“Are you all right?”

You nod, though your heart is still racing for reasons beyond the close call.

“I… yeah. I’m fine.”

“Good. We should keep moving. We can’t afford to linger.”

Flashbacks of those big hands holding you tight haunt you down without any mercy, your mind betraying you with imagining that kiss filled with passion over and over again while Kyojuro stays focused on the mission.

You can’t believe that happened, still not able to process this. Did none other than Rengoku Kyojuro just kiss you?

“Kyojuro!”

You blurt out his name  before you’re able to stop yourself, suddenly coming to a halt in the middle of a busy street.

“Can we…Do this again?”

He narrows his eyes ever so slightly in confusion until a sudden beam of realization seems to wash over him.

“We…To be honest, I wanted to do this for a long time, (y/n). I would be honored to kiss you again!”, he beams back.

And before you fully process the meaning of his words, you find yourself devoured by his arms again.

Tengen Uzui 

The marketplace is bustling with activity as you twist through the crowd, trying to keep pace with none other than the sound hashira himself, Tengen Uzui. His flamboyant demeanor and towering height make him stand out like a lighthouse, and you’re grateful for the distraction he provides, allowing you to slip through unnoticed.

Even though this wasn’t exactly planned.

“Stay close, my dear apprentice,” he calls back to you, his voice teasing but mingled with authority.

You roll your eyes while quickening your steps, dodging a vendor carrying a precarious stack of baskets. If there’s one thing you definitely don’t need on a mission like this, it’s a partner like him. What was the rest thinking, sending him along with you?

The plan is simple enough: follow the suspect discreetly and gather information. But Tengen’s idea of “discreet” seems vastly different from yours. He beams confidently, drawing attention as if he’s the star of a show, while you try to melt into the background.

You’re lucky if you make it out of here without picking up a fight.

Suddenly, someone pushes you from behind, and you can’t help but stumble forward at full-speed. Tengen turns just in time, his reflexes sharp as ever, and reaches out to steady you. But the momentum is too strong, and before you can stop it, you crash into his chest.

“Careful now,” he jeers, smirking down at you.

You barely have time to register his words before someone in the crowd stumbles into him, pushing him further off balance.

The world tilts as you both fall, and the next thing you know, your lips collide with his in a clumsy, unexpected kiss.

Your mind goes blank. His lips are warm and surprisingly soft, and for a moment, neither of you moves. The noise of the market fades into the background, replaced by the pounding of your heart. Tengen’s eyes widen slightly, his usual cocky expression replaced by genuine surprise.

Your lips are resting against his.

His. Uzui Tengen, to be exact.

Is this really happening? Are you dreaming? Why aren’t you pulling away instinctively?

He pulls back first, his hand still gripping your arm to keep you steady. For once, he seems at a loss for words, his mouth opening and closing as if searching for something to say.

You beat him to it, not able to endure the awkward silence.

“That… was an accident,” you blurt out, your cheeks burning.

He blinks, then throws his head back with a booming laugh that turns more than a few heads.

 “An accident, she says! How unflashy of us.”

His grin returns, brighter than ever, though there’s a faint flush on his cheeks that he can’t quite hide.

“Maybe next time, we shouldn’t do this by accident. Don’t you think, (y/n)?”

“You… You didn’t have to laugh that loud,” you mumble, trying to pull away from him, but he holds on, his grip firm but not unwelcome.

Fuck, you never felt this idiotic before. He’ll definitely tease the hell out of you for at least five years. And what if he tells the others about it?

“Relax,” he interferes with your train of thoughts, his voice dropping to a more serious tone.

“No harm done. Though I must say, if we’re going to make a habit of this, we should work on our form.”

He winks, his usual swagger fully restored while you stand there like a fool.

You groan, covering your face with your hands as he chuckles.

“Let’s just focus on the mission, okay?”

“As you wish,” he replies, his voice light but carrying an edge of something unreadable.

He releases your arm, but his gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than necessary before he turns back to the task at hand.

The mission continues, but you can’t shake the warmth of his lips or the way his laughter echoed in your chest. And from the way he keeps glancing back at you, you’re not sure he can either.

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[stardustbee]

YES it is time...Finally I am going to write something for kinktober...

Found a wonderful lazy list by @/chestharrington and I will try to at least use two prompts a week!

Let us see what I can do 💖

Going to tag you guys on all of them cause I don't want to make a new taglist for this one. So if there is something that isn't interessting for you just ignore it!

Week 1 - Body Worship / Mastrubation

Tengen Uzui x fem! Hashira Ayane Hirabayashi

Week 2 - First Time

Kyojuro Rengoku x fem! Hashira Ayane Hirabayashi

Week 3 - Pain Play / Anal Sex

Douma x male! Demon OC Shinzo Hirabayashi

Tengen Uzui x Ayane Hirabayashi x Kyojuro Rengoku

Week 4 - Threesome

Taglist

@zeenmrala @justalittletomato @oh-three @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @tommyarashikage @herbalinz-of-yesteryear @dukeoftheblackstar @pixiestookourstardust @bacarasbabe

[vrystalius]

Oh, I'm glad!😊❤️

So, here's a request: A reader with low social activity gets tired and, in an attempt to take a break from the outside world, hides under the haori of her mentor.

Characters: Tsuguko! fem! reader and Kyojuro Rengoku (not a ship, just something comfortable)(⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

It will be incredibly interesting to read in your performance🔥❤️

Sanctuary

After Kyojuro, your master, offered to take you to a festival after another gruelling training session, you felt a little overwhelmed by all the crowds, loud chatter and bright lights.

Pairing: Kyojuro x gn!reader (platonic)

You never strayed far him, holding onto the tip of his flame haori, trying to keep him close and not get lost by the crowds surrounding you and him. While he was enthusiastically pointing out the different stands the snacks you two could try and a beautiful kite he thought about buying for Senjuro, you were dodging drunken strangers and trying to stay close to your mentor with your tight grip. Noticing that you were pulling his haori, Kyojuro glanced over his shoulder at your hunched form.

“Are you alright? Are you hiding from someone?”

His voice was much more hushes as he turned to you, carefully slipping his arm around your shoulder to keep you close and shield you from bodies bumping into you. His steps were quicker now, trying to lead you away and to a quieter area to have a proper conversation with you without needing to yell over the crowds and conversations.

Once he managed to escort you to a much more calm and less crowed area of the festival, Kyojuro’s arm slowly slipped off your shoulders, giving you your space. He worriedly glanced at you, still waiting on an answer to his question earlier. You mumbled a quiet “I’m fine” before walking around him and lifted his haori from behind, stepping beneath it and heavily leaning against your mentor’s muscular back. You buried your face in his shoulder, using his haori to hide from the world around you two.

Surprised by your sudden action, Kyojuro laughed warmly, leaving you in that position.

“Why are you hiding? Was the festival too much for you? We can leave and come another time, when it’s much less crowded. Also, how about we share my haori side-by-side instead of you hiding behind my back? It’ll be easier to walk that way!”

💠

I hope this wasn’t too short and suited your request, I am really not used to writing platonic stuff 😅

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <33

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[blizzardhashira]

Here's fantasy au renyuki, if you even care. Yukime is a knight whose heart was literally stolen by a demon at a very young age. Due to this, they do not feel things such as desire, love, or hatred. Someone seems to be smitten with him despite their shortcomings.