#did it again Senjuro

[mamayan]

★Yobai☆

Mitsuri Kanroji x Fem! Reader x Obanai Iguro

Synopsis: Someone put a strange idea in your girlfriend’s mind, and she’s roped you into a night of passion to seduce the Snake Hashira for his birthday.

Blame @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi this is becoming a thing lol I may just need to do an entire series… Original idea and inspiration for yobai from @rottmntrulesall ♥️

Read Kyojuro here, and Sanemi here, for their yobai nights!

tw: MFF • Fem! Reader • Sub! Reader • 3some • Vaginal Sex • Praise/Overstimulation • Soft Dom! Mitsuri • Switch! Obanai • Mitsuri calls you plum •

When your lover Mitsuri told you about her idea for celebrating Obanai’s birthday, you hadn’t imagined it to look like this.

Where she even got such an idea was lost to you, as you watched the beautiful pink haired girl bounced on her heels in excitement. You looked around the neat space, not a single object out of place. The bed made, clothes hung or folded, and there were no other personal items to be seen except for a poorly attempted embroidered snake set against a dresser. Mitsuri had taught you the basics and encouraged you to make something of your own. You’d made that nearly a year ago, for his birthday last year. It felt wrong and invasive to be staring at his things like this.

“Mitsuri… are you sure this is—,” she interrupted your soft murmur, her excitement just too high as it draws nearer for Obanai’s return from the bath. You tried not to think too hard about the broken lock to his estate’s front doors, or the fact that you’d been dragged along into a crime no less, breaking and entering. Obanai being a stickler for rules, most likely won’t take to this very well but… You side eye Mitsuri, her cheeks flushed and smile bright in place. She didn’t look nervous at all, and that realization struck you with a sense of instability. Mitsuri was always bold, gentle and empathetic too, but she was confident about everything but herself it seemed. You selfishly liked to think your love aided in her self esteem though, as her love did for you.

You wanted to think it would be the same for Obanai. You knew he returned Mitsuri’s affections, obediently following her and eager for her praise and attention, but your relationship wasn’t the least bit similar. You weren’t sure if it was a good or bad thing.

“Oh! I should go see if he has any candles, that’s romantic isn’t it? If he has enough, I can make a heart with them!” Her declaration and grin, as if the idea was so ingenious she couldn’t fathom why she hadn’t thought of it earlier, made you pause before you could object.

“M—,” she was gone. You were alone in Obanai’s room now, and the man himself was due any moment for… whatever this was exactly. To seduce him? Mitsuri had certainly painted a romantic and erotic image in your mind when she’d had two fingers in your pussy, breathing salacious images for you to conjure as you drew nearer and nearer to your orgasm. You’d been too engrossed to think clearly, agreeing of course to the promise of pleasure and inclusion of the man you adored.

You were about to give way to your own cowardice and make a run for it when the shoji slid open.

You had to duck to avoid his blade, panic and adrenaline flooding your system at the unexpected but also anticipated fight which would arise from entering unannounced to a sword master’s home. It only took Obanai a moment to realize you weren’t some sort of burglar or demon awaiting him. His hair was still slightly damp, his bandages removed and face on full display as he stood before you in a plain yukata with his sword pointed at you. Kaburamaru peaking out from around his neck, tongue flicking out as if in greeting.

“(Y/N)…?” His confusion is quickly replaced with irritation.

“I could’ve killed you, what are you doing here? At this time of night? Are you an idiot?” His voice and tone are icy, glaring heterochromic eyes narrowed on you. His sword is quickly sheathed as he stomps towards you, and it’s all you can do to stutter out “w-wait!” before he can haul you out of his estate. Although it’s certainly embarrassing to you, and you’re more than a little anxious and self conscious, you knew it would do more damage to not speak up with honesty.

His grip on your upper arm isn’t painful, but he’s firm in his hold that you aren’t able to squirm free. He tries to ignore the way you being in his room has him heating up, intent on dragging you home to your own bed to sleep properly. You were the weaker of the two, between him and Mitsuri, therefore Obanai was more cautious in your safety. “You should know better,” his hand raised, finger pointed and almost touching your skin as you flinch back reflexively. You knew realistically this reprimand is exceedingly light for Obanai, as you’ve seen his true wrath unleashed for stupidity on lower ranked slayers in the corps. It didn’t stop your eyes from watering a little, your lip from wobbling, or Obanai from nearly stumbling away from you.

“I just wanted to tell you happy birthday…” his left eye twitched at your words. Kaburamaru moving down his arms and sliding to the floor, slithering away from the strange quarrel going on.

“You could’ve easily said it in the morning, don’t cry—,” his hiss of guilt and annoyance not the least bit gentle. “It’s the middle of the night idiot! You shouldn’t—,”

“Shouldn’t what?” Mitsuri’s appearance had the Snake Hashira nearly turning to stone.

“Mitsuri too…?” He felt his nerves lighting up. As they always did in her presence. It wasn’t the same comforting warmth which you gave him, the kind that relaxed and soothed. Mitsuri was crackling and commanding.

“I didn’t find any candles, but we can make it romantic with just us anyway.” She grinned, unconcerned about her property damage which Obanai would surely find later. She pressed both Obanai and you back, closing the shoji behind her as she entered the room fully. You noted the room seemed smaller like this.

“Mitsuri, you shouldn’t be here either, I’m aware you both now just want to say congratulations, and thank you, but—,”

“We didn’t come here to say happy birthday silly, we came here to show it, right plum?” Your nickname caught your attention as reality sank back in. Numbly you nodded, not looking up as you studied the wood polish beneath your feet. “Which means come here~” she cooed. You snapped to attention, heart rate skyrocketing as you nervously shuffled closer to her. Her jade eyes soft and promising as you looked into them.

Obanai stayed silent, watching in an odd sort of fascination the dynamic you both shared. He was envious of both of you ironically. The dominance Mitsuri held over you, and the submission you gave Mitsuri. He held his tongue though, unsure what he was supposed to do now. Though he trusted and loved you both dearly, he still struggled to say it and even show it physically.

Mitsuri led the room.

“You want to show Obanai how grateful you are for him being born, so why don’t you get on your knees plum, let us both see your pretty mouth.” You obeyed, shakily dropping to your knees and opening your mouth like Mitsuri loves. Obanai would never be able to remove the erotic sight from his mind again.

“She’s offering her mouth for you to fuck Obanai, are you going to deny her and make her sad?” He’s dazed and startled by Mitsuri’s change in tone, her beautiful eyes sharper and trained on him. Her hand is placed gently on your head, and you leave your own in your lap as you wait with an unsure mind.

“She’s nervous because you’re waiting…” you hear her murmur, but your eyes are trained on the sharp lines of his scars. When his eyes connect with yours, something dark passes through them, but he wordlessly begins untying his belt. His lips are set in a frown, but his cheeks are warm and flushed.

“Does she even deserve my cock though?” You nearly break and close your mouth, as Obanai grips his hard aching cock and positions it just before your lips. Not touching though. “She hasn’t asked for it at all.”

Your eyes widen. Mitsuri giggles.

“P-please, Obanai, I want you to fuck my mouth,” it felt as humiliating as always, just as flustered as when Mitsuri makes you beg.

He’d never admit it drove him wild, having you like this. Like he’d awoken to some sort of fever dream and conjured you up before him. Sitting with your mouth open, begging for his cock. This sort of thing only happened in novels he believed.

He grunts, sneering down at you and making the scars on his face more menacing. They seemed to enhance his features with his mood. “You asked,” he murmured, before sliding the tip of his cock in your mouth. He still smells a bit like soap, his taste neutral as he moans, muttering something beneath his breath before his lips are stolen aggressively by Mitsuri. He doesn’t mean to shove himself deeper in your mouth, but you relax and let his cock brush back and forth inside your mouth, getting a little deeper as time goes on.

A hand is on the back of your head, keeping if you from pulling away. The soft but firm touch familiar and letting you know it’s Mitsuri as Obanai’s cock dips a bit too deep and gags you. You can’t pull away despite choking, tears pricking your eyes even as your core throbs painfully. You want him inside of you, desperately, but this isn’t you leading so you stay where you are and let him continue ravishing your mouth.

“Mm, Obanai, aren’t you just adorable? Well? Does her wet little mouth feel good? Do you want her to make your pretty cock cum?” You shiver at her arousing choice of verbiage, her sly tone teasing as Obanai’s hips jerk and he groans low in his throat.

“Fuck, yes, Mitsuri, I want to fill her mouth.” His voice sounds strained as he works his cock at odd depths and varying speeds in your mouth, poking into your cheek as he watches the skin protrude before sinking back into your throat.

“Good boy, go ahead, today is your treat. Go on and cum for us Obanai.” He loses it, his balls drawing tight as he moans and releases into your mouth and down your throat messily.

You’re made to take it, struggling to breathe through your nose as he rocks his hips and the fine curls of his pubic hair kiss your nose. He finally pulls out, Mitsuri’s hand now running through your hair soothingly. “So good for us plum.” Your blurry vision flicks up to her figure, her words encouraging you as you lean against her leg offered in support.

“She did such a good job… doesn’t she deserve a reward Obanai?” You blink the tears away, a few escaping down your cheek as Obanai stares at the pathetic and arousing sight you make. Your clothes still intact but your face being covered in his cum and your own salvia doesn’t help your decency. He can’t help the warmth spreading through him again, as he drops the rest of his clothing and moves to grab you up.

You’re swung lightly onto the bed.

“She’s an idiot that deserves more punishment than this but…” he’s close, pressing you flat against the futon and nearly kissing you. “I guess I’ll be nice this time. Say thank you.” He smirks when you do, the sight so confident it fills your heart as you look at him. There had been time he’d rather lose a limb than reveal his face, and while it’d taken longer to show you himself, and even longer to feel completely comfortable, it feels worth it now. His eyes daring but soft, because even as he calls you foolish he’s equally supporting and helping you despite it.

Your clothing is almost torn as he removes it from you, hissing complaints when he snags a knot or forgets there is a button. You aren’t even given time to feel self conscious, only aware in the back of your mind this is the most intimate you’ve ever been with him.

“I love you.” It’s said so softly he nearly doesn’t hear it clearly.

He stills, and Mitsuri, who’d crawled up beside your head to sit and watch, let her eyes flick up to your face. You lay so sweetly beneath them both, allowing them full control of your body because you trust and love them. Mitsuri is silent, only internally squealing at the cute way you decided to confess, only reaching to thread her fingers with your own as show of support while Obanai processes your words.

“You…” he’s frowning, brows pulled together and it the sight yanks at a ball of anxiety bundled in the pit of your stomach. “Do you even understand—,” he goes to lay into you, but you already know where he wants to go.

“I love you Obanai!” Half naked and huffing indignantly, you glare at him with all the force of a rabbit. Mitsuri is forced to turn her head away to conceal the laugh which threatened to break free. Unlike her though, Obanai is happy to glare back and even manhandle you. His hand grips your jaw, smushing your cheeks as he points down at you.

“You don’t get to confess first, I do,” he’s immature at the oddest times, but you’re helpless against him because he’s red like an apple and breathing heavily.

“There’s no rule that says—hah!” He smashes his lips against yours, and you can’t help but compare his kiss to Mitsuri. Where she’s warm he’s cool, his body temperature actually lower than your own by a little, but his mouth is warm inside as he forces your lips open to slip his tongue inside.

When he pulls back, a string of saliva connects you both for a moment before breaking.

“Fuck, you… You’re mine, do you hear me?” His confession isn’t as loving or sweet as yours, but his claim is encompassing. His forehead knocks against your own, and for a brief second, you see the conflict and doubt war in his dual colored eyes.

He’s nervous and scared.

It seemed to ironically dissolve your own fear. Your arms moving, Mitsuri allowing your hand freedom, to wrap around Obanai’s neck and kiss him, deeply, as if your lips could proclaim your love better than your voice. It could. It was less about dominance and more about warming one another up, as you felt Mitsuri’s fingers softly massaging your scalp as you kissed him. Obanai letting you lead for a moment as you moaned, his hands caressing your body and back to working on removing your clothes.

Mitsuri helped, happy to get you naked like him, and pleased when his eyes locked with her.

“You too…” he looked to the side, “please…”

“Ufufu, of course, I can’t let you two have fun alone tonight at least. We need at least three for a birthday party.” Her movements were quick and efficient, stripping herself and revealing each creamy inch of skin and captivating two sets of eyes. She doesn’t hesitate to let her hair free of her braids, proudly crawling back onto the futon to lean over you, kissing you with all the familiar sweetness she encompasses.

“Pretty plum, how do you feel?” She’s whispering, but your heart soars as she checks in on you, looking for any signs of distress. You were nervous, but as she touches you, caressing you with familiar hands, Obanai watches. How could he not? He wants to both step away and let you both continue all night and squeeze himself between.

It’s his birthday today though. Clearly he wasn’t going to be on the sidelines.

“Come here,” Mitsuri encourages, bringing him in for a similar kiss, and grabbing his hand to trail up her body. You watch hungrily, as Mitsuri shivers and smiles while Obanai palms her heavy chest. Mitsuri showing him exactly what she likes as she kisses his face and up to his ear, whispering something likely wicked as he moans and drops his head.

Her hand wrapped around his cock, moving her hand over the pretty swollen tip, reddened and leaking as she pumps it. “Mitsuri,” he gasps, back hunching a bit as she coos. “Obanai is so pretty too, isn’t he plum? He still needs to reward you~” he hissed as she jerks him a bit tighter, the pain and pleasure waring now.

“So pretty,” you affirmed, transfixed by the image of Obanai looking so overwhelmed. It’s usually you in that position. It felt oddly nice to see it in reverse. His eyes snap to you, and it’s like the image from a moment ago was a lie as he smiles wickedly, his hand moving to cup your pussy as you jolt in surprise.

“I do need to reward her, don’t I plum?” The condescending tone he adopts when using the nickname Mitsuri gave you is devious. You don’t hate it though, not as Mitsuri releases him in favor of tormenting you now.

He drops to his chest, yanking your legs apart as Mitsuri leans over you to capture a nipple in her mouth.

“W-wait—!” Your head falls as your back arches, a warm wet tongue licking straight up your pussy as another swirls around your nipple and sucks.

You’re helpless to the pleasure and attention, drowning even. Obanai isn’t experienced, but he’s eager and observant to every twitch and moan you release. He can’t help it, licking up your dripping arousal and lavishing your clit with his tongue, moaning at your taste and his painfully hard cock. He hums in appreciation as you gasp, one finger now working you open as he licks and swirls around your hardened clit. “Obanai~” his name on your lips is a gift in itself, but he’d never tell you. Instead he slips another finger in, eyeing you from below as he sucks on your clit and works your tight cunt open with firm consistent stokes inside of you.

“Mm, look at you plum, are you feeling good?” You nod weakly, moaning as Mitsuri sucks a few marks onto your skin.

“Please, Mitsu, you too,” you jolted in pleasure as Obanai blows cool air on your pussy. Mitsuri smiles, giving you a quick kiss before shifting and swinging a leg over your face.

Obanai can only moan as he watches Mitsuri settle her own dripping cunt over your face, your lips parting to lick at her.

He’s nothing if not observant.

Your tongue swirls around her clit, as she rocks and grinds down against you, and you find Obanai copying the exact way you eat Mitsuri. When you suck her clit, he sucks yours, and when you lick and let Mitsuri ride your face, he nearly smothers himself in you.

You lose it, your end coming quickly as you hold Mitsuri’s hips as she rides and bucks against your face, her moans long and sensual. “So good sugar plum, your mouth feels so good~ how is it? Is Obanai just eating your pussy so good?” You can’t even pull away to tell them you’re coming. Only able to weakly tap Obanai’s shoulder, but with his head between your legs, he’s hardly paying attention.

You cum, body shaking and locking up as your eyes roll back and the knot in your stomach snaps.

“Oh fuck,” he pulls away for a second to breathe, realizing your convulsing is your orgasm, and watching as you twist and moan into Mitsuri’s pussy. Your cunt soaking the futon beneath you as you try to scoot away from all the pleasure.

Mitsuri sits up, twisting around and settling again over you face, so she could face Obanai properly now.

“What’s wrong dear? Aren’t you going to fuck her pussy too?” He’s stunned by Mitsuri’s erotic display, pinching her breasts as she rides your face, moaning as you lick and suck greedily.

He more gentle spreading your legs wider, slotting himself in between to line his cock up with your tight entrance. He’d never admit to being nervous, but his eyes speak louder than words as they look to Mitsuri.

“Here, let me help~” she leans forward, bringing Obanai forward too with an arm around his neck while her other hand grips his cock and lined him up to your entrance again. “Now push,” she whispers, kissing his lips with so much love and encouragement, he melts. His tip breaches you, and your gasp and moan beneath Mitsuri encourages him further as he slowly lets himself sink inside.

“Ngh, shit, how are you so tight?” He’s panting when his hips finally touch your ass. His question rhetorical, as he slowly slides out, choking in pleasure as your gooey walls cling to his cock and try to deny him exit.

He sets a slow and somewhat experimental pace, grunting as you clamp down when Mitsuri teasingly twists a nipple. “So cute plum, doing so good, hah, taking his cock.” She’s close, and you can tell by how her powerful thighs lock up around your head, her weight becoming more evident as she fully relaxes. You can only grip her thighs and encourage her to let more weight rest on you. Too overwhelmed by the thick stretch and slight burn of Obanai’s cock piercing you.

It hurt but it felt good too. Especially when someone thumbs at your clit softly, rubbing and rolling it as you buck and moan back.

It’s not fast, as Mitsuri rocks her hips and Obanai thrusts into you, but the slowly building orgasm is enough to leave you light headed and struggling for sanity.

“Oh, plum I’m going to cum, hn~!” Her head thrown back and breasts bouncing, Mitsuri’s slick soaks your face as you lick and drink her down. Her skin reddened and sweaty by the passion building.

“I need to cum too,” Obanai’s moans becoming louder, his thrusts more sloppy and forceful as you get wetter and more vocal. Mitsuri comes down from her high before moving off of you, kissing Obanai before laying down beside you both to toy with your chest and kiss you. Obanai opts to grip your hips tight as he fucks you, the loud wet squelching of your pussy sucking him in driving him further as he groans. His tip repeatedly slamming into the spongey section of your cunt and driving you wild as you claw at his arms.

“s’too much! n-no m’gonna cum please, please let me, hii!” You squeal as tears falls, coming apart as Obanai meanly pinches your clit and throws you over the edge.

“Cum then, ah, fuck, m-me too!” His sweat drips down his nose and onto your chest as he watches your face, committing it to memory as your face twists in pleasure. Your cunt impossibly tight as it grips him as he finishes, pulling out just before his hot cum comes rushing.

He covers your chest and face shamelessly.

Mitsuri chuckles when a few drops hit her too, even thumbing a bit to slip into her mouth for Obanai to watch.

“Obanai, you taste sweet!”

He drops beside you, sandwiching you between him and Mitsuri. Like Mitsuri had done, he thumbs up a thick collection of his cum to press against your lips and force you to taste him. “Cute…” he mutters softly, looking more relaxed and sleepy.

You don’t fight it, sucking the appendage as moaning as you realize he really is a bit sweet, followed by somewhat salty and mildly bitter. You lazily suck his finger until he grows bored and pulls it free, wiping the saliva on your cheek and snickering when you whine.

“Happy birthday~ don’t fall asleep yet, I want to ride you next!” It’s your turn to snicker, watching the way his eyes go wide with a hint of worry and sleepiness.

He’d soon find out Mitsuri’s appetite is insatiable. You relaxed, happy to watch him get overwhelmed for now.

“Happy birthday Obanai,” you smile at him, loving how his face reddens further but he smiles back.

“Senjuro-kun!” Mitsuri was running towards the young boy sweeping the front porch, his eyes widening as he takes in the Hashira.

“Kanroji-sama, good afternoon,” he vows politely, smiling at the good natured slayer.

“What brings you here?” He asks curiously, eyeing what appeared to be a bento in her hands.

“I brought you lunch as a thank you! You really are a natural match maker you know?! It’s like love just flows so freely through you!” Her gushing attracts the attention of his older brother, who begins to open his mouth and greet his friend before he realizes what she’s gushing about.

He waits patiently until Mitsuri takes her leave, bento in his hands as he feels the looming presence of his older brother.

“Ah… I swear this time I didn’t mean to.”

“This time?”

“…” Kyojuro would need to speak with the women in their neighborhood, their gossip seemingly no good for a young boy’s ears.

#did it again Senjuro #cinnamon roll fem! dom’s drive me wild #but at what cost? #Kyojuro for sure is gonna mother hen those aunties for not filtering their words #happy birthday Obanai #I struggled to finish #I’m so dead tired today lol #rip my body #Obanai Iguro #obanai x reader x mitsuri #Obanai x you #obanai x y/n #Obanai x y/n x Mitsuri #Obanai smut #Obanai Mitsuri smut #Obanai kny #kny smut

[lokh]

kyojuro makes me want to write the opposite of a fix it fic

#i think this means i might find him interesting not that i. really hate him A kakijkjanbdhj #or he has the potential to be. interesting. if i ruin his life first #the thing is that Once More i do Not go here so im probably never gonna write it! #this will just be a fun little exercise for me =) ejdnjfj #the reason i will never write it is because i refuse to engage with the manga or anime beyond what i already have #so frankly i dont have a good grasp on. well. anything! #and thats unacceptable! so here i am #the conceit was reading too many ''corruption arcs'' that werent rly #corruption arcs. because again you do have to ruin his life first #case in point: in my hypothetical scenario we start by killing senjuro. sorry senjuro! #right i missed that part. the conceit waa What would it take for kyojuro to say yes #what ive ended up doing after a day of thinking is making him fly off the deep end and STILL not be a demon #because i also had something to say about the manga. lmaozjbxbjcjx so i went against the thing i wanted #to see in the first place... #right i said i read too many but the truth is ive only read a few and i think the problem is #they were all obviously. written with renkaza endgame. like ok fair. #but if it did for real happen. ykno there is definitely fic out there centered on a corruption arc without a ship lens #but again i dont actually seem to Like kyojuro AJBAHDHXH i dont really want to read ...... #oh god. is this another dirk strider situation. where im like i HATE this guy #all while rotating him in my head 24/7....... #anyway in this hypothetical kyo actually hates akazas guts but its still somehow renkaza in my heart <3 #no they dont get together no they dont fuck not even out of hate. no this is. hm. its a hannibal situation LMAOSJNNDNX

[actuallysaiyan]

Fiery Love(Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem!Reader)

warnings: fellatio/male receiving oral sex, dirty talk, morning head, slight somnophilia if you squint word count: 1k pairings: Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem!Reader a/n: Happy Birthday Kyojuro!!!

You roll over in bed, the sun beginning to shine through the drapes. The sleep you had last night was just perfect. When you look at the beautiful man lying next to you, you swear you’ve been blessed by the gods above. He is just so perfect. And to be able to spend the day with him, it was going to be so perfect as well. 

It was rare that you had a few days off with your Hashira boyfriend. He works crazy hard keeping everyone safe from demons. You never quite understood how he could go out and do such a dangerous and scary job, but you were more than grateful for him and his fellow Hashira. So when they told him he could take a few days off for his birthday, you were so excited. The two of you decided to go stay at the Rengoku estate.

While his father wasn’t the most welcoming, he allowed the two of you to stay for the few days that Kyojuro had off. Senjuro, Kyojuro’s brother, was so ecstatic to have his older brother be there with him. And he took to you like flies to honey. The first night, you and Kyojuro relaxed in the onsen and had a big feast. The next day, today, was supposed to be for relaxing completely. Kyojuro would be allowed to sleep in for once. Something he rarely did.

So when you saw that he was sleeping so peacefully, you almost couldn’t go on with your plan. But you decided it might be nice for him to wake up to such a nice surprise. Not only was it rare for the two of you to have any time to relax, but it was even more rare to have time for intimacy. So you knew that this day would be perfect for it.

You begin by slowly kissing his neck, and then you make a sloppy trail down his naked body. Kyojuro stirs slightly, but he doesn’t wake just yet. You want to take him into your mouth before he even gets hard, but you know that Kyojuro’s high sex drive might make that almost impossible. So you spread his thighs ever so gently, which earns you a soft moan from your fiery lover. Yet still he does not rouse from his sleep.

You wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, moaning as you taste the beginnings of his precum. He tastes salty and musky, the perfect combination in your opinion. Slowly, as you take more of him into your mouth, you feel the half-hard cock become engorged with blood. A loud moan slips from his lips as he finally wakes up and looks down at you through hooded eyes.

“Oh my flower…” he groans sleepily. “Oh, my sweet lover…”

You love the way that he speaks to you, even while you two are intimate. You know there are times that he will be more rough, but he always tries to praise you and say the sweetest things and call you by the cutest pet names.

As he begins waking up even more, you begin a steady pace of bobbing your head up and down. Your saliva coats his throbbing cock, making it so slippery inside your already very wet and warm mouth. The moans that come out of Kyojuro’s mouth now are just downright erotic. You’ve never heard him sound so blissful in your life. You make note to do this to him again some other time you two have this kind of situation going on.

“Your mouth is…is so wet,” he moans as he begins tangling his fingers in your hair.

You look up at him through your lashes, making him grunt. He’s a sucker for the way you always look at him like he’s strung the stars in the sky. It’s just so beautiful to him to know that you adore him and admire him that much. Even while you’re sucking his cock, Kyojuro knows that you love him so much.

He begins pumping his hips a little desperately, not sure what to do anymore. He just knows that he needs more stimulation, and you’re more than happy to provide it to him. He loves how you’ll always do things to make him feel good, despite the fact that he can’t always return those things to you because of how busy and dangerous things get.

“Gonna make me cum, honey…”

You love the sound of his sleepy voice. It’s so deep and gravelly, but it’s also a little whiny in ways. You cannot deny that you are completely turned on and your cunt is just clenching around nothing as you continue to deepthroat your boyfriend. He’s panting and begging and moaning, all the while his hips keep bucking to get more and more stimulation from that pretty mouth of yours,

A few more swipes of your soft, velvety tongue on the underside of his cock and he’s falling off the edge. The loudest grunt rumbles through him as ropes of hot, thick cum begin coating your mouth and spilling down your throat. You swallow it all up, moaning pleasantly as you drink up everything he has to give you.

Finally, he releases you, and he smiles down at you as you continue to suck on his cock. He’s so sensitive, but he just can’t bring himself to pull you off his cock just yet. He loves watching you act like the cumslut you are. Your eyes are so full of love as you look up at him once more.

“Such a beautiful little cumslut for me,” he smirks as he says these words. Often whenever he says anything dirty, it really lights a fire of need deep in your belly.

You release him with a loud pop and give the head little kitten licks. Kyojuro wonders if he’s ever seen such a wonderful sight in his life and if he’ll ever see anything more beautiful in his life. Finally, you crawl on top of him and begin kissing him so passionately. He runs his fingers through your hair as he holds you so close.

“Happy birthday, my flame.”

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[xxsabitoxx]

How the Pillars react to your death

Important note: all of these deaths occur during the infinity castle arc, heavy and implied spoilers. Rengoku’s reaction to your death takes place before Mugen Train! Reader’s gender is unspecified.

Warnings: this post contains spoilers for the final arc of the manga. This includes implied spoilers for various characters. Please do not read this if you don’t want to be spoiled and don’t blame me if you go ahead and read it anyways lol

A/N: I wrote this whole post in my head while showering last night and I’m honestly offended it took me 3x as long to actually write it.

Giyu 

“CAWWW! DEAD! KOCHO SHINOBU AND L/N Y/N ARE DEAD! THEY DIED AFTER A CONFRONTATION WITH UPPER MOON TWO!” Giyu’s body comes to a screeching halt, Tanjiro shooting past him before falling to his knees as violent sobs wracked his body. Giyu, on the other hand, is frozen in place, a sob stuck in his throat. Shinobu’s death was a punch to the gut, but you? For the first time since Sabito had died, Giyu felt tears burning at the back of his eyes. Yet, nothing would come out, those tears wouldn’t break the barrier and slip down his cheeks. His tight throat would not let the sob escape. There was no possible way you were gone, you promised him you’d be okay. Though, childish beliefs like that reminded him of his own faults. Once again, he couldn’t protect the people he cared about. Rather than wallowing in sudden grief, he began moving again, past Tanjiro who was struggling to get back up. He needed to keep moving, if he didn’t stop, he was certain he would collapse entirely and never get up again. He couldn’t let your sacrifice go to waste. 

Shinobu 

Her feet barely hit the ground, body manoeuvring through the endless castle with one destination in mind. “CAWWW! DEAD! L/N Y/N IS DEAD! THEY DIED AFTER ENCOUNTERING UPPER MOON TWO!” She stumbles, shock hitting her like a bucket of ice water being dumped over her head. Her mind is racing, not willing to believe what the crow had just said to be true. You had steered away from the plan. In a desperate attempt to save Shinobu’s life you tried to defeat Upper Two yourself. Hot, angry tears are spilling down her cheeks, hand clutching her heart as she tries to understand. “Why would you do this? Why wouldn’t you take my word for it and go with Tomioka? Look what you did… you went and got yourself killed,” Yet again, Upper Two had taken something precious to her. One word flashed through her mind, alongside your beautiful face. Revenge. She would get her revenge, not only for Kanae, but for you. “Don’t worry, my love. I’ll be with you soon.” 

Rengoku 

It’s quiet, too quiet even. You should be back by now, the sun has fully risen. Kyojuro’s heart is hammering in his chest, doom creeping up his spine. He has an unshakable bad feeling about your late arrival. His worst fears are confirmed when your crow arrives without you. “No…” breathless, as if all the air is being ripped from his lungs. “Don’t say it…” his knees are giving out as your crow lands on the wooden porch. “T-they’re gone…aren’t they?” he chokes it out, the words are as bitter and burning as bile. Your crow only caws, soft and full of sorrow, unable to share the proper message as Kyojuro begins to sob. He’s curling in on himself, crying so loudly but unable to hear it due to the intensity of the ringing in his ears. It’s a panic attack manifesting in the most intense form. He can’t fathom a world without you, nevermind having to live in one. Senjuro is rushing to his brother's aid, seeing your crow gives him more than enough information to know as tears well in his eyes. 

Tengen

He’s kneeling dutifully outside of Nezuko’s room, Shinjuro by his side. His wives are inside, too stubborn to sit out and not help at all. Their excuse being that Nezuko saved his life, they owe her the same kind of protection now. You on the other hand, were too determined, leaving your retirement to fight the battle against the demon lord himself. Nothing Tengen nor his wives said could convince you to stay on the sidelines. His heart is sinking the moment your crow appears in the distance, he’d recognize it anywhere. “N-no… don’t you dare…” Tengen’s voice is cracking as it lands, Shinjuro is turning his head the other way, knowing what is to come. “Don’t you dare say they are dead…” his voice is rising in his panic, he knows the answer. The commotion has Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru running outside. The moment Hina’s eyes land on your crow, a violent sob escapes her chest, falling to her knees as Makio and Suma come to the same conclusion. “T-they’re dead…aren’t they?!” Makio sobs, Tengen can’t raise his head as your crow delivers your final message. 

Mitsuri 

She’s frozen in place as a crow comes directly for her, fear is ebbing through her body, a cold sweat forming on her brow. She knows the message before the crow can even utter it. “No! Go back! I don’t want to hear it!” Obanai is frozen beside her, grabbing her arm so she doesn’t collapse. The crow circles around her, cawing woefully as she begins to cry. “I-I don’t want to know! Don’t tell me!” she’s hiccupping as Obanai tries to pull her forward, they need to keep moving. “Mitsuri…” his voice is surprisingly soft, the crow is still circling overhead. “We need to hear the message…” she shakes her head, hands coming up to cover her ears as tears slip down her cheeks. The crow caws again, Obanai signals for it to deliver the message. “CAWWW! L/N Y/N IS DEAD! THEY DIED AFTER AN ALTERCATION WITH UPPER MOON ONE!” The crow continued on about who lived and who died, what was important is that upper moon one was dead. That didn’t matter to her though, no she couldn’t even hear the rest of the message over the ringing in her years. Mitsuri let Obanai tug her along, they needed to keep moving at whatever the cost. 

Muichiro 

“CAWWW! L/N Y/N IS DEAD!” He keeps running, uncertain as to why he feels a tightness in his chest at the crow’s message. “THEY DIED DURING A CONFLICT WITH UPPER TWO!” He’s still moving, more so concerned over his unexpected and overwhelming sadness. Why am I sad? I don’t even remember that name… but then your kind smile is flashing before his eyes and the world is crashing down around him. He comes to a screeching halt, eyes wide as he finally pieces together the message. “y/n…” how could he ever forget? Before he realizes it, he’s sniffling. Tears blur his vision for a moment before he blinks them away. He begins to move again, the sadness gripping his chest is slowly fading, fading until he can’t even remember why he got teary eyed in the first place. He needs to remember the task at hand… where was he heading again? 

Obanai

The flapping of wings catches him off guard, head craning upwards as the crow begins to caw. The noise is full of sorrow, which can only mean it bears bad news. “Obanai…” Mitsuri is watching the animal circle above them, her heart pounding erratically at the endless possibilities of the message it may share. “CAWWW! L/N Y/N IS DEAD! THEY DIED IN BATTLE AGAINST UPPER MOON ONE!” Obanai’s feet are slowing, hitting the floor beneath him with a little too much force as the message rings through his head over and over. “N-no… oh… Iguro I…” Mitsuri is crying, staring at the man beside her as the world seems to cave in on him. It’s as if everything is in slow motion for a few beats in time. The words the crow uttered felt foreign, your name paired with ‘dead’ didn’t make any sense in his mind. It was impossible really, there was no way you were dead. You had gone to face Upper One with Gyomei, Sanemi, Muichiro… four hashira against upper One and you didn’t make it? You were so strong… no the message can’t be correct. “Kanroji… let’s keep moving.” he’s turning it off, every swelling emotion is being suppressed as he takes off again. Mitsuri is left with no choice but to wipe her tears and follow. 

Sanemi

Upper Moon One is standing before him, Gyomei at his side. This battle needed to be won, if not, everything would be lost. The demon before him needed to be put down, there was no other option. He’s talking, but he couldn’t be bothered to listen. Rather, Sanemi is gauging every vital point he can strike and how to go about doing it. “CAWW! I BRING A MESSAGE!” he doesn’t glace up, nothing that crow could say would be able to break his focus. “L/N Y/N IS DEAD!” except for that. Sanemi inhales deeply, eyes widening significantly as he debates on if he heard the message correctly. “THEY DIED DURING AN ALTERCATION WITH UPPER MOON TWO! UPPER MOON TWO IS NOW DEAD!” it feels as if all the air in the room had been sucked away with the crow’s flapping wings. Upper One no longer seemed smug about the message after the addition of Upper Two being defeated. Beside him, Gyomei is crying. Sanemi doesn’t realize it, but so is he. He’s oblivious to the hot, angry tears rolling down his cheeks. Still, his patience remains intact, waiting for Gyomei’s signal to attack the high ranked demon. Now, he has absolutely nothing to lose. Kagaya is gone, now you are gone, it is likely the rest of the Hashira wouldn’t make it out of this… he has nothing left to fight for. 

Gyomei “CAWWW! L/N Y/N IS DEAD! THEY DIED AFTER ENCOUNTERING MUZAN!” Tears flow freely as he fights, part of him wishes he hadn’t been able to hear the message in the first place. You had met the unfortunate fate of encountering Muzan himself. It was likely that you were alone, if you weren’t, you were likely the strongest in your group. It pained him, knowing you likely died a brutal death. That pain fueled his attacks, taking every ounce of heartbreak and despair out on the demon before him. You didn’t deserve that, nobody deserved a fate that cruel. He keeps moving, mind reeling yet completely focused. It’s as if he is fighting in a bubble, the world muffled around him yet perfectly clear all at once. Too many emotions are raging through his soul to really pinpoint just one of them. He can only hope you’ll wait for him on the other side, he can only pray you’re watching over him at this very moment. Guiding him, giving him strength. “I’ll meet you again soon, don’t worry. I promise I won’t keep you waiting much longer. Wait for me, please? You will, won’t you?”

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[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Brat

Paring: Shinjurō x bratty Fem reader

Synopsis: Roll your eyes and walk away from Shinjurō thinking their wouldn't be consequences? Nope. He doesn't tolerate brats.

Content: Smut, spankings, degrading, words such as "slut"/"whore"/ "brat", brat taming, slight choking, reader says "sir" to Shinjurō , roomates with benefits, accidental creampie

Word count: 1.8k

A/n: Frist day of kinktober RAAAHHHHH 👹👹👹👹👹 I've never written Shinjurō...nor do I like him all that much, but this was fun to write! Hope yall like it!

"And why are you home so late?" Shinjurō said in a firm tone, standing in the middle of the hallway near the door with his arms crossed, looking disappointed. "I am a hashira, you know. It happens," you said in annoyance while taking off your shoes. "Senjuro is asleep, right?" You asked and began to go to the kitchen but stopped right at Shinjurō's feet. You looked up at his sour expression and sighed. "You're in the way," you crossed your arms.

"Don't get smart. A hashira is meant to patrol a region and only stays back late if there's a problem with the low ranking slayers. You'd tell me if that were the case, so I'll ask again. Why are you home so late?" Shinjurō he asked again, in a firm tone. Your relationship with Shinjurō is hard to explain to others. You keep it a secret, really.

You were promoted as the flam hashira on your own, so there wasn't a student teacher reaction between you and Shinjurō. However, you found him just as attractive as he found you, so to put it short, you two became roommates but with benefits. You smirked and put a hand on your hip. Even though you're his roommate, you couldn't help but tease and mess with him. "Ever thought I just wanted some time alone? Since I don't get any attention here. What? Did you think I was with another man?"

As soon as you said that, you could see the visible jealously on his face. He knew you weren't out with any other men, yet he couldn't hide his jealousy at the thought as well as his frustration with your cocky teasing. "This attitude of yours isn't funny anymore. You're starting something you won't be able to finish. Y/n." He said. You rolled your eyes and began to push past him "yeah yeah whatever. I need some water," you said.

Shinjurō had enough. He grabbed your arm before you could walk past him and pushed you up against the wall. "That attitude has you going stupid. Don't you ever roll your fucking eyes at me" He said, taking his hand away from your arm and then placing it around your throat, giving it a squeeze until your jaw dropped so you could breath better from his grip.

Your eyes widen, surprised to see how quick he was able to handle you the second you rolled your eyes. You couldn't help but smirk, thinking to yourself you did it fast enough so he wouldn't notice. "it's my fucking eyes. I can do whatever I want with them." You rolled your eyes again, looking to the side of the room. With the situation now and how you've both been too busy to satisfy each other, you didn't want it to stop and continued to push him to the limit.

"What will I do?" Shinjurō said in a calmer tone, leaning forward to your ear. "I'll make your eyes roll back into that stupid head of yours," he said as his hand released from your throat. You gasped from the release and looked at Shinjurō in a light daze. Before you knew it, he turned you around on the wall with your face, and tits squished onto the wall.

"Shinjurō-" "Shut up." Shinjurō cut you off and grabbed your hips, pulling your ass back on his half hard erection. "I don't want to hear another word out of that filthy mouth unless I say you can speak," he raised his hand and then spanked your ass through your uniform. "Ah!" You yelped and quickly covered your mouth.

"That's for coming home late," Shinjurō said as his hand moved to your front and unbuttoned your pants, letting them fall to your anckles. You gasped in discomfort when he grabbed your panties and pulled them up between your cheeks to show more of your ass "baby wait- mhm!!" You moaned in your palm once you felt Shinjurō's rough and heavy hand spank your bare ass.

"I said I don't want to hear you speaking unless I tell you too," he said and spanked your ass harder until it stung. "Do you understand?" He asked. You nodded to his words with soft whimpers in your palm and your legs shaking a little from the few spanks. Shinjurō chuckled at your submission and spanked your ass again.

"See? It's not that hard to be a good girl, right?" He said and spanked you once more. "But you want to act up. Just for some attention, yeah?" He spanked your other ass cheek, making you jump and whimpering louder in your hand. "Attention needing whore" he said and this time, playfully spanking your ass "trying to keep quiet so no one eles hears you? I don't know if you can do that since you can't help but be loud like a needy whore when your this wet.." Shinjurō whispered in your ear as two of his fingers slid down your panties and began to rub at the wet spot.

"It Only took a few spanks to get a slut like you wet" he kept rubbing your hole through your panties as his lips softly bushing againts your neck "answers slut" he said as his two fingers slide down lower to slap your clit. You jumped from clit spank and letting out a loud whimper, making Shinjurō chuckle. You gulp and remove your hand from your mouth "yes Shinjurō" you softly said with your back arching, desperately wanting him to play with your pussy more.

"Yes, who?" Shinjurō slaps your clit with his fingers again and then rubs it in small circles. "Yes, sir!" You said with a shaking, long-ish moan from the satisfaction. "shhh~" Shinjurō shushed, continuing to rub your clit and his other hand taking his cock out and rubbing it againts the wet spot on you panties.

"Shinjurō please... please~" your lips parted in a small 'o' shape with heavy breaths, escaping your lips. Your brows knit together, and your teeth biting your bottom lip as you felt your arousal becoming more intense from the teasing. "You're begging for my cock now? What makes you think- haa.. you deserve it after being such a bratty bitch" Shinjurō said with a low moan as he thrust his cock slowly between your thighs.

"Yes~ I want your cock inside me so badly" you begged and placed your hands on the wall as you start to move your ass back and fourth for his cock to fuck your thighs better. "I'll be a good girl. I'm sorry for rolling my eyes~ I won't come home late a-anymore. I'll be your whore just please. Fuck me, sir," you whimpered softly, shaking your hips as you felt his cock just barely brush againts your clothed pussy.

In that moment, you felt your panties ripped off like paper. For a man in his 50s, he still had such amazing strength and a lot of energy. "You'll get my cock~" he said as he licked his fingers, coating them in his Salvia to put on the outside your pussy for more lubricant and pressed his chest on your back. Shinjurō moaned in your ear once he pushed himself inside. "But you're not getting my cum. That a whore like you doesn't deserve even with your apology" Shinjurō groaned as he began to thrust his hips, fucking you againts the wall.

"Oh fuck!" You let out a loud moan as his length pushes it's way through your gummy walls and his tip kissing your cervix. "So fucking noisy already... and so wet" Shinjurō groaned as his hand covered your mouth and his other hand on your waist as his hips snap faster, making thr picture frames on the wall shake as your body jerks forward from his brutal thrusts.

Your head falls back, with his hand still covering your mouth. You couldn't hold back your moans anymore. His cock is just so big, so thick, you felt so full and loved how with every thrust he was able to hit the deepest parts of you and like he said before, he really had your eyes rolling back with how good it felt. Loud sounds of skin clapping againts each other and sounds from your wet pussy filled the hall way you couldn't hold back anymore.

Your moans quickly turned into whimpers and desperate winning to cum. "Gonna cum? Go ahead. Let me see how much more wetter you can get on my cock like the fucking whore you are" He said. Shinjurō moved his hand from your mouth and placed both hands on your hips, moaning deeply as he felt your tightness and looking at what a mess his cock is, covered in your slick and how easily he was able to slide in and out.

You're mouth hung open, your eyes shut with tears filling your waterline line as your hand was able to reach down to your clit and rubbing it vigorously until you came on his cock and crying out. Shinjurō continued to fuck you through your orgasm, not caring how loud you were. He just became a moaning mess with how good your pussy, clenching down on his cock even after you came.

He was so lost in the pleasure that he completely forgot what he said about not cumming inside you. Just like how you haven't gotten his dick in a while, he almost forgot how good it felt to finish inside you, and with one final thrust, he came inside your pussy.

You both moaned from his orgasm. His hot cum was filling you up and you felt his cock throb inside until he completely finished. Shinjurō stayed inside you a little longer as his arms wrapped around your body. His forehead fell onto your shoulder in embarrassment and you chuckled. "what happen of me not deserving your cum?"

"Shut up," he said, completely embarrassed and pulled out.

Extra:

Last night got you so tired you could barely walk, but it's not like you complained. You got up from your shares bed with Shinjurō and left the room with him still sleeping and started to head to the kitchen to make some tea for yourself. Once you were about to head to the kitchen, you saw someone at the door. You peeped your head, and there you saw Senjuro.

"Senjuro???" You called out his name in surprise. "Where did you go?" You asked. "Goodmorning y/n" he said with a bright smile. "I left a note on the dinner table for you. I asked Father if I could sleep over with Tanjiro and Nezuko, but he was busy and just said yes. I don't think he really took in my question, but I took the opportunity and left before he changed his mind." Senjuro nervously smiled, feeling somewhat bad for being mischievous.

Your eye twitched. This man really forgot it was just the two of you alone and had you worried for nothing. "That stupid man..."

【𝓣𝓪𝓰 𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽】:

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[luxthestrange]

KNY Incorrect quotes#30 Muzan 2.0

Douma: Let me explain. You see, You're a superior genetic mutation, an improvement on the existing mediocre stock~*Glancing at Akaza at that last comment*

Azaka*Slices half of his head off with an annoyed glare*

Demon!Y/n: And what do you mean, mediocre stock?

Douma: That would be others like that fiery-haired hashira~ But residing within you is the potential for another muzan~ Perhaps even taller, smarter, and less prone to ignoring me~, a Muzan 2.0 if you will~

Demon!Y/n*Is happy that just as he healed...Akaza smacked him again*...Muzan 2.0?

Douma: Exactly!~ Now, I am not saying that I should be the sole decider of who you mate with, If you’re not attracted to the suitor then the likelihood of conception would be reduced

Demon!Y/n: You have got to be kidding me!

Douma: Not at all. Frequent coitus dramatically increases the odds of fertilization

Demon!Y/n: Okay Both of you- Sit down. Now I’ve lived my whole life dealing with the fact that you twelve demons are...weird...Now you listen to me...and tell that idiot

Demon!Y/n: if you want to start acting like a ...friends who cares about me, then terrific! Bring it on. But you all try one time to tell me who I should be sleeping with, and you and I are going to go round and round the way we did when we were younger, Remember?~

Both Demon males crossed their legs and covered their groins

Douma: I have an alternate proposal...

Demon!Y/n: Go on.

Douma: You donate eggs, We will place them in incubation...I will find some of lord muzan sperm, and have them fertilized and implanted in you, that way everybody wins!~

In the infinity castle, The Twelve Moons along with Muzan watch as Douma enters limping, holding his groin area with nonchalant Akaza

Douma: C-Correction~ Y/n can date whoever she wants!~

Part 6 of:

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[sunandflame]

Hi :) I’m sorry but my request isn’t there so it may have not sent properly. Please could I request headcanons of the hashira reacting to their crush being very kind and loving to their sibling/siblings :)

Aaah yes! This is such a cute request and I loved doing that! Please forgive me if it took longer than you expected. I hope it is to your liking and if not please let me know through an anon ask.❤️

Hashira's reacting to their crush being kind to their sibling(s)

Warnings: maybe a super tiny nsfwish? mention of trauma and abuse in the past

Word Count: 955

Pairing: Hashira's x Fem!Reader

crossposted on AO3

Kyojuro Rengoku

Listen to me. This man would blush. And you know why? Because of his crush he got on you.

And now he sees how kind and loving you act towards Senjuro?

This of course leaves him with the question of whether you are so loving with small babies.

Of course you would, what a stupid question from him.

But now he just can't stop imagining you with a baby. A baby from you two, because this man definitely wants children later.

He later needed a cold shower to calm his flushing down, since he recalled how babies were made. 😉

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He would watch you silently and while he does an inner image would appear in front of him.

That of his mother's.

And that would confuse the Wind Hashira very much.

Especially when he sees how warm and kind you act towards Genya and other younger people?

He can't stop thinking that Sumi, Hiroshi, Teiko, Koto, Shuya and Sanehiro would adore you.

And that brings a comforting inner warmth that he had always felt towards his mother back then.

You remind him so much of his mother that he got flashbacks of how she protected her children from their brutal father like a lioness.

That spoiled his mood in the usual way and the gentle smile that briefly reflected on his lips disappeared.

He swore to protect you from everything and everyone, because such a kind soul had to survive in this world and not the murderous scum that he saw in himself.

Giyuu Tomioka

He too would be very subtle in his observation.

You probably wouldn't even know that he saw you.

But he did. And it had definitely triggered something in him.

And it was rare smile, but he kept turning away so quickly so that nobody would be able to see it.

The first time he wants to start a conversation with someone. And then with you of all people.

But he is so awkward and shy in it because he had never done anything like that, especially not with someone who he has a crush on. So double awkwardness.

So he keeps watching you, this time a little more obviously, hoping that you might start a conversation with him.

And while he was watching you a soft smile would play on his lips and this time he wouldn't turn away and look directly at you.

Tengen Uzui

The man had 9 siblings and they all died before he was 15

Then seeing you treating a younger one with kindness and love he wished he had felt when he was younger?

Yeah, this man is gonna come to you and lay the world at your feet together with his 3 wives.

But firstly, he would come alone, take your hand and gently kiss your knuckles.

"Be my 4th wife and have my babies. I know you would be a great mother!"

Mitsuri Kanroji

Our beloved love Hashira

She would probably hear it first from her siblings, before seeing it herself.

"Mitsuri neechaaan! Can we (y/n) see again? She was so nice and kind to us! She even brought us sweets!"

Those would be the words of her little siblings as they are all stand very close to each other.

This made her curious.

And if she then sees with her own eyes?

She would squeal in happiness, seeing how loving you are to them.

And would come up to you and hug you. Her breasts press against your shoulder. "Y/n you are so adorable!"

This time it's you who's blushing.

Obanai Iguro

He and Kaguramaru would watch you from afar.

The man didn't have a good experience with women as they were all terrible to him.

But you? You were the opposite and showed him with your gesture that there was also kindness in this world.

And that was one of the reasons why he had a huge crush on you.

And your gesture would make him fall even more for you.

He would sneak gifts to you.

(I am sorry. I feel like I am describing Obanai x Mitsuri as I always see them as canon and his type.)

Gyomei Himejima

He is already a big soft teddy bear

So expect it to grow into an even bigger one.

The first time he noticed tha, he wouldn't think anything of it.

But he sees that it's your nature and that you do it not for yourself.

And he would be touched by your kindness that he would shed tears (as he often does)

Gyomei eventually coming to you and while he towers over you with his height (man is huge) he would ask you.

"Do you want to talk about cats?"

Shinobu Kocho

Shinobu witnessed your kindness towards the younger ones in the butterfly mansion.

And she thinks you are downright adorable.

And she wants to tease you about that.

Which she will certainly do. (Nothing is going to stop her anyway) And oh she loves to tease you.

But on the other hand she will praise you. Telling you how admirable your kindness and love is.

"This reminds me of someone..." And for the first time her smile turned sad.

You could help but hug her and comfort her, as you did with the younglings.

Muichiro Tokito

Empty eyes would clear at that moment and would look at you in surprise.

It is not about how you look, but the way you treat other the younger ones. It would bring back certain memory he thought it was long gone.

He would look at you with wide big eyes.

"Y/n..." That he remembered your name would make you turn in surprise, but there would be a smile. "Yes, what is it Tokito-san?"

And then he would remember and he would hold your hand and smile. "Your kindness... It made me remember something very dearly to me. Of my father and mother... Thank you so much for that"

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[solannn]

hello!! I wasn't sure if you're still doing like writing requests or Demon Slayer... I wanted to ask if you can do a Rengoku x Male!

Demon! Reader?? Where the reader is the older brother of Tanjiro and Nezuko, and like Nezuko's condition he wears a bamboo muzzle.

since he isn't verbal he uses gestures and holds kind eyes. This is like after the Mugen Train but Rengoku survives and the reader saved him. Tanjiro asking Rengoku to watch over his older brother while he’s in a mission. Him and Y/n bonding and Y/n adores Senjiro. a small scene where Y/n tried to kiss Rengoku but his bamboo muzzle was in the way so it was a peck…

🎀┆ LOVE me,love me ! Say that

🌸┆ you love me <3 —The cardigan

LOVEFOOL,,

fluff,just fluff,Rengoku survived the mugen train,demon!reader.

You were a Kamado,the oldest,unfortunately Muzan turned you into a demon so you started to were bamboo muzzle to not eat any human.

It was really hard for the Fire Hashiras,Rengoku Kyojuro to trust the both Kamado’s

After the mugen train,he began to trust you more cause you’re the one who save him. He didn’t know how to thanks you,so he decided to spend more time with you and protect you.

At the butterfly mansion,you watched him healed well you couldn’t talk so it was quite awkward at first but at least your actions and sign language showed what you feel.

It’s been now few months since the mugen train mission,your brother could finally go in a mission but he didn’t take you in it.

You were quite upset at first,but when you find Rengoku was watching over you,you were so excited !

When you followed him to his house,the first thing you saw was little boy ! He looked like younger version of Rengoku,he looked so cute !!!

When Senjuro saw he was afraid,you didn’t mean to scare him away,but you guys did get along only in few hours!

In the living room ,Rengoku smiled at the interaction between you,this feeling was warm,seeing you smiling happily even though you couldn’t talk but only hummed he didn’t care.

He wondered if you feels the same way too,he was lost on his thought until you get in front of him. He smiled at you.

"Hey,[Name] I wanted to tell you something!-" he exclaimed himself,while looking at his little brother,Senjuro understood the message and leaves the room.

You looked at Senjuro as he leaves you waved byebye than looked at Kyojuro once again. You raised a brow.

He hesitated at first but finally decided to say it with a small blush on his cheeks "I like you ! No I love you ?" He said a smile appeared on his face.

You blushed,you didn’t know what to do,you just nodded and you lifted thumbs and lil finger saying me too in sign language.

He grinned and you hugged him,you approached him to kiss him but the muzzle was bothering you so it make you peck him on his lips.

God you wished,you weren’t a demon or just have a muzzle.

(Request open.)

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[gamergirl-niffler]

A Bitter-sweet Birthday || Kyojuro x reader

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

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

Tags: @doumadono @shonen-brainrot @arthurbristow

ENJOY:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You think we have everything?” you asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The rest of the celebration went calmly. 

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

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

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[bokutosbiceps]

cold hands + warm cheeks

rengoku kyojuro x f!reader | fluff + angst if you squint | 1.4k words

prompt: kyojuro + “your hands are always so cold”

warnings: none! pls enjoy 😊

You sat cross legged on the tatami mat, gazing down at Kyojuro’s peaceful face. He was sleeping. Something he didn’t do much of since becoming a Hashira. He was always chattering about his duty to humankind, about protecting those he cared about, about protecting you.

Unfortunately for him, some random illness had knocked him flat on his behind. Fortunately for you, this allowed you to be able to spend day and night with him, taking care of him both to his chagrin and his delight. You remember when Ubuyashiki-san had officially granted him a leave of absence upon noticing he was ill.

“I want to be fighting alongside the others! Saving people! Defeating—” A sneeze interrupted his declaration of resolve. You giggled and pulled out a clean cloth to wipe his nose. You laid him back down on the bed before turning to Ubuyashiki and his wife. You bowed deeply.

“Thank you for giving Kyojuro this time to recuperate.” You glanced at him, “I’m sure this illness is a sign that he needs to rest.”

“Of course. The health of my hashira is of the utmost importance. Rengoku-san has already done so much for our cause.” Ubuyashiki bowed to you. “Please take good care of him.”

Ubuyashiki’s wife started to lead him toward the door, but he stopped and turned to Kyojuro. “And Rengoku-san…please try your best to rest.” He smiled before allowing himself to be led out by his wife.

Kyojuro tried to respond with an energetic “Yessir!” but was cut off by a fit of coughs. 

It was the fourth day that he had been sick, but you knew he was nearing the end of his illness. Nearing the end of your quality time with him. Soon enough he’d be back out in the world, fighting demons and saving people, sacrificing himself for people who didn’t even have the privilege to know him.

“Y/n-san?” A small voice calls out to you. You turn toward the sliding door where Senjuro’s head is poking in. He looks worried. You stand up and pad over to the door, exiting Kyojuro’s room and sliding the door shut behind you quietly.

“He’s fine, Senjuro-kun, I promise.” You smile at him and pat his head reassuringly. You notice the tension in Senjuro’s shoulders dissipate. “I’m pretty sure he’s well on his way to being at one hundred percent of his strength again. I think he’ll just need another day or two.” Senjuro’s face still had worry etched into it. “Why don’t we make a nice meal for him to enjoy when he wakes up?”

Senjuro nods excitedly, following you to the kitchen and assisting with preparations for the meal.

Kyojuro stirred and sat up abruptly upon the scent of tempura wafting across his nostrils. He heard Senjuro laughing accompanied by the comforting sound of your voice coming from somewhere outside of his room. He smiled to himself.

They must be cooking for me. He closed his eyes and laid back down, knowing he would get an earful from you if you saw him up and out of bed. Honestly, that woman…what did I ever do to deserve her?

Kyojuro let himself rest for a bit more and listened to the joyful sounds coming from the kitchen, imagining your smiling face as you cooked his favorite meal just for him. He thought about you teaching Senjuro how to fry a piece of shrimp without burning himself, how to chop vegetables without cutting himself, and how to properly plate each item of food to make a beautiful meal. 

Kyojuro was grateful that you were such a good friend and teacher to Senjuro, that you loved to spend time with him and help him enjoy life. He was grateful that you were so forgiving toward his father, even after he would say horrible things to you. He was grateful that you had sacrificed your own health and time to nurse him back to health. He’d like to think this was only what he’d expect from his girlfriend—but you’d exceeded his expectations, you were everything he wanted and more.

The door slid open, effectively snapping Kyojuro out of his rose colored thoughts, to reveal you, the object of his affection. Senjuro was not far behind, carrying a tray of food stacked high with shrimp and sweet potato tempura, vegetables, and soup.

“Little brother! What have you got there?” Kyojuro sat up quickly and grinned. Senjuro smiled widely upon seeing that his older brother seemed to be back to his energetic self. 

“We made you lunch!” Senjuro set the tray down next to Kyojuro’s futon and sat on his knees, hands fidgeting in his lap. “Though, y/n did most of the work. I just watched her and tried to help when I could.” You sat to the other side of Kyojuro’s futon and smiled.

“Senjuro did a great job. I couldn’t have done it without his help!” You winked at him and turned to Kyojuro. “Now, eat and enjoy, love.”

Kyojuro reached out to ruffle Senjuro’s hair. “I’m sure you guys made a great team!” Kyojuro picked up the chopsticks and shouted a quick thanks for the meal before diving in. You and Senjuro watched the orange haired man chow down on his food like he was a man starved, both relieved to see that he was back to his normal self. You actually didn’t hear a single sniffle or cough from him so far today. 

You frowned slightly at the realization that, since he was feeling better, this probably meant that he would be off at work again. As much as you hated seeing Kyojuro sick, you had enjoyed being by his side all this time.

Kyojuro noticed your frown and, with a mouth full of his last bite of food, politely asked Senjuro to take away his tray and clean up the kitchen for you. Senjuro nodded obediently and left you and Kyojuro alone.

“My love,” Kyojuro gathered your hands in his own, “I’m feeling much better. What could that frown of yours possibly be about?” He smiled brightly at you, his eyes falling to the slight frown that still befell your lips. 

“Nothing, nothing!” You shook your head, mustering a smile to replace your frown. His eyes lingered on your lips once more and you blushed deeply.

“Please, you can tell me anything! Since when did we keep secrets from each other?” He raised his eyebrows in slight teasing and you blushed even more. You really couldn’t hide anything from this man, he knew you too well.

“I’m really happy that you’re better now. It worried me so much to see you so tired and sick…but…you have to go back to work, right?” You peered at him through your eyelashes. You began to feel your palms sweat, just now realizing that he was still gripping your hands.

“Of course! It’s my duty, love!”He watched as your expression became downcast, no doubt thinking about being away from him once more. He squeezed your hands before taking each of them in each of his own, bringing them up to contact his cheeks.

You frowned deeper.

“Your face is warm.”

“That’s because your hands are always so cold!” Kyojuro lilted, smiling brighter still. “In that same way, I will always burn brightly for you, my love. The work that I do…it’s for Ubuyashiki-sama, for Senjuro, for the people of this world, and for you, darling.” He let go of your hands and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, laying back and bringing you to lay on his chest. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and placed a searing kiss to the skin there. “I would never forgive myself if something were to happen to you…something that I could have prevented.” He mumbled against your neck.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned back to gaze at his face. He was smiling brightly, as usual, and the fire in his eyes had returned after days of feeling under the weather. You leaned forward and slanted your lips against his, relishing in the warmth that spread throughout your body. Kyojuro brushed his knuckles against your cheeks and moved his lips with yours, sealing the sweet kiss. 

“Just promise me that you’ll be safe.” You said quietly once the two of you had parted.

“For you, always.”

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[mamayan]

★彡YOBAI☆彡

Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem! Reader

Yobai “Night Crawling”

The pre-Meiji Era practice of slipping into a consenting woman’s room at night for sexual relations or even courtship.

TW: (M)(F) Sex • Overstimulation • Oral (F!) • Creampie • Baby Trapping? • Yobai • Fingering (F) • Pet names (Good Girl/Pretty Girl)

Idea inspired and given by @rottmntrulesall ♥️♥️♥️

It’s distracting.

Not the methodical way in which he brings down his blade nor the laughter of passing servants on the outskirts of the training field. No, it’s the sound of her voice ringing repeatedly in his mind like a mantra. The way she beamed when he complimented her delicious dishes she served to him.

It’s distracting him from training, the way he can’t help but remember the way her yukata hugged her figure. The slight peak of her wrist when she outstretched her hand to place another dish on the table after he’d collected nearly 20 plates already.

Yes, it’s distracting how his clothes weigh down a little too heavily on his straining cock, his smile not wavering despite the hard training he’s doing to halt these perverse thoughts about a woman who hardly knows him. She’d be terrified, Kyojuro decides, if he even uttered a sentence of the debauched things he wants to do to her.

Like if he’d acted on impulse in her establishment, swiped every dish off the table and grabbed her arm to force her onto it. Make her spread her legs and let him have the dessert he was truly craving.

Her.

His eyes tracked your curves, following the sweet sway of your hips as you hustled around the kitchen. You’d been working since sunrise, and it was twilight outside now. Kyojuro worried a bit for your health, seeing you even skip lunch in order to fulfill orders in your shop. He did admit it’s no surprise how busy your establishment was, your cooking delicious and something he wishes he could eat everyday.

Which he could do if you were his wife.

It’s a lingering thought that remains for the next several days.

He stops his incessant “patrolling” outside, noting he’s attracted a few too many gazes due to the length in which he’s been watching you.

“Brother?” Senjuro had noticed his older brother often staring into space lately, worried it was something deeply bothering him.

“Ah! Yes?” Snapping out of it, the flame Hashira smiles widely at his beloved younger brother.

“Is something… bothering you?” The hesitant way his sensitive and kind younger brother asked melted Kyojuro, unable to truly lie. He also saw no true point either, if he was this badly infatuated wouldn’t it be better to speak it aloud and share with his precious family?

“Mhm. There’s a woman I believe I’m in love with!” His proud smile and puffed chest left Senjuro dumbfounded.

“I-I see… have you been courting her then?” His wide curious eyes sparking up at his elder brother, a bit excited at the prospect of having an older sister around.

“Haha! No!” Again with that proud smile.

Senjuro wondered why he wasn’t too surprised, a bit ashamed to admit his elder brother wasn’t terribly well versed in courtship. Senjuro shudders a bit at the memory of the gossiping aunties which would pass by their front gate chattering about this and that.

An idea came to his mind though, something to help his elder brother obtain a wife!

“Mm, Brother, have you thought of courting her through Yobai?” The question being asked by such an innocent face quite alarming. Kyojuro’s smile doesn’t waver, but he seems to contemplate seriously.

“Mhm.. that’s not a bad idea Senjuro! I will try that to see if my affections are returned!” With a hand on his hip, Kyojuro further solidifies his resolve. His younger brother smiling sweetly as he basks in the praise of his elder brother.

“Also, Senjuro?” Kyojuro’s wide grin softened.

“Yes Brother?” Senjuro focused away from his sword practice back onto his elder brother.

“How do you know what that is?”

“Huh? Isn’t it just another way to confess your feelings?”

“…” Kyojuro smartly remained silent, unsure if his younger brother is actually old enough for such information yet.

It’s not for another month that Kyojuro acts, busy with missions and slaying demons. He’d gotten a fairly nasty injury as well, so he’d patiently waited until it was healed before attempting yobai. Quite popular amongst his generation, Kyojuro had certainly heard many flowery tales of the act and subsequent love stories to follow. He knew where you lived, and embarrassingly enough your routine. Being the adorable creature of habit which you were and business woman.

When night fell and the crescent moon hung high, Kyojuro finally steeled himself to enter your home.

He’s not quiet.

In fact, you wake up quickly to the noise, your groggy sleep filled mind briefly wondering if a stray cat had decided to pay your kitchen a visit again. Keeping your blanket still wrapped around you, you slid out of your bed to investigate. This neighborhood you occupied very low in crime and burglaries, but you still felt around your bedside for the wooden stick you kept in case of emergency.

Which apparently was necessary now as your blanket slips, a tall man standing incredibly suspiciously in your home, looking more like a curious guest than a burglar. You make eye contact, though it’s somewhat hard to make out any distinct features in the low lighting, parting your lips to scream your battle cry before attack. You aren’t able to make a peep. Your cry muffled by a large warm palm, eyes connecting in the dim light with yellow gold and red irises. The stick is fished from your fingers quickly.

Familiar and truly unforgettable.

How could you? When the man would frequent your eatery and quite frankly disturb your other customers with his voracious appetite and adorable compliments in between bites?

“Mhhuu—?” You try to speak.

His head tilts, smile still in place.

“Sorry, I don’t understand?” He chuckles, his hand remaining firmly over your mouth, one hand attached to your bicep to gently keep you from pulling away.

Your eyes narrow in irritation, a hand coming to wrap around his wrist and tug.

“Haha! Very cute, but are you going to scream?” His amusement in this situation is baffling, but you shake your head nonetheless to remove his palm from your face. When he does and takes a step back, still very much within your personal space, you take a second to rub your temples and dispel an oncoming headache.

“Rengoku-san… what exactly are you doing? Please tell me you aren’t here for an evening meal…” your vacant gaze and mistrustful eyes convey that you don’t put the gluttonous act past him in the least. His smile doesn’t waver, in fact it grows a bit as he seems to contemplate your words seriously.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to you cooking a meal for me ever, but that’s not why I’m here now.”

That has your full attention now.

“So why are you here?” Looking up at the tall man before you, it occurs to you that you aren’t the least bit suspicious or afraid of him. Any normal woman would be terrified right? Yet his presence truly invoked a feeling of absolute safety, as if nothing could harm you with him around. It may just be subconscious, from the time a customer had come in rather intoxicated one evening and become handsy with you. Rengoku hadn’t hesitated, grabbing the man up by his lapel and hauling him out of your shop. He’d been back to finishing his food immediately, laughing and bringing back the comical mood which seemed to always be present when he dined.

“Mhm, I came for you.” His statement leaves you further confused.

“…Me?” Did he need your help with something?

“Yes!” His confident smile spoke of no ill intent, and certainly it must be important since it’s the middle of the night. You nod slowly in confirmation, he wasn’t a stranger necessarily, and you of course liked the passionate man. He certainly wasn’t hard on the eyes either…

“Okay.” Hopefully whatever he needed your help with would be quick, your bed likely becoming cold in your absence.

His smile widened, his eyes crinkling beautifully as he seemed to light up the dim room with his mood alone.

“Then, please excuse me!” His jovial tone truly left you defenseless, not even considering what his next actions would be.

He’s too fast—really—you didn’t stand a chance.

He’s captured your waist, hauling you right up against him, a gasp barely escaping your lips before they’re devoured by his own.

“—Mn!” You’re crushed against him, your soft figure being molded and squished against his firm one. He doesn’t hesitate, very much true to his personality which vibrates charismatic openness. His hands are on you, more than just to keep you close, but to lift and push you bit by bit. You’re too distracted and surprised by the kiss, his body temperature several degrees warmer than your own, the kiss leaning away from innocence as his tongue licks the seem of your lips.

You’re awoken from the trance he’d placed on you with his lips when you’re pushed back into your bed.

“You really are breathtaking.” Kyojuro’s grinning face conveying nothing but honesty and adoration.

“Rengoku—,” he’s pinning you down, lips moving to kiss at your sensitive neck, up to your ear. You’re quivering beneath him, confused and dazed, but undeniably aroused from this unexpected situation. When his tongue flicks out to lick to shell of your ear, you whine and squirm, the sensation sending pleasant shocks down your body.

“Call my first name…” He’s murmuring quieter than before against you, more focused on leaving wet kisses and gentle nips on your pretty skin. His actions are distracting, and maybe if it’d been anyone else you’d be struggling and furious. Except it wasn’t anyone else, it was the man who’d crawled into your heart long ago. The man you figured wouldn’t want someone like you, always busy working and keeping your dream alive. The woman who many men had passed over due to your passion for your job.

“You smell good…” it’s a bit embarrassing when he says it, clearly feeling you tense up and chuckling at your reaction. “You feel good too, but I bet I can make you feel better. Shall we see?” You look up at him, his flaming hair framing you both a bit as he leans over your face.

When would an opportunity for passion like this come again?

It’s not a difficult conclusion to make, as you wrap your arms around his neck and drag him closer to kiss you again. The man happy to indulge and kiss back, overjoyed when you slip your tongue into his mouth. Your arms locking tighter and pulling him even closer.

Slotting a knee in between your thighs, Kyojuro begins allowing his hands to dance over your night clothes. Up your sides and down, over your belly and down to your thighs and back up. You break the kiss, lips slightly puffy and wet.

“You’re teasing…” you complain with adorably furrowed brows, a pout in place Kyojuro can’t help but laugh and kiss.

“I’m not teasing! What do you want me to do?”

It briefly occurs this man may… be a virgin. Despite his eager to please and outgoing attitude, it might be the case.

Or he’s teasing you even further.

Either way, in your room you’re able to see even better, the flush on his pale skin and the somewhat wild look in his eyes. It’s an erotic imagine within your mind, but you want to see how far his blush goes.

Your hands grab and pull at his haori, pushing it off his shoulders.

“I want you to strip.” It’s a bold command, but the grin he gives you is nothing if not comforting and encouraging. “I want to touch you…” he pauses his hasty disrobing while considering your words, his chest bared as well as his defined shoulders and biceps.

He further undresses, only his fundoshi covering himself now, though it does little to hide his straining erection. A wet spot already formed, likely where his tip is leaking.

A shiver of excitement and thrill races through you, your own arousal spiking.

“What’s the matter? You said you wanted to touch me. Here.” Your world is flipping, and within moments you’re straddling Kyojuro as he lays back, one hand behind his head and the other on your hip. Your clothed pussy pressed directly over his cock, and it’s difficult not to grind down as your clit rubs against him sensually.

“Oh.” Your hands come down upon his chest, feeling the muscles and scars littered about. Your eyes travel to his face, still smiling, but it’s softer and more lazy than before.

“Kyojuro is very beautiful.” Your comment seems to surprise him, a delighted expression consuming his features as he bucks up under you and pulls another moan from your lips.

“You are a feast for my eyes, pretty girl.” The indulgent tone has you rolling your hips now, grinding down on him as yours hands touch and explode his exposed chest and arms. His body flushed like his face, his pink nipples catching your attention quickly.

Kyojuro isn’t expecting you to lean over and lick his chest, a hand coming to the back of your head endearingly. He jolts at a sharp nip you give to his nipple, grunting in pleasure as your hips continue to rub just enough to keep him aching. When you peek up from his chest, eyes half lidded in lust, he’s tempted to just roll you back over to enjoy you himself, but he refrains on account of how lovely you are in this position.

“Are your nipples sensitive?” Your question only furthering to drive him crazy, his grin a bit manic as he clenches his fist behind his head.

“Mhm! Your wet little mouth feels good.” You’re flustered but encouraged nonetheless to continue sucking and licking at his chest and nipples, doting his skin in a few marks which would last a while. You don’t want to admit it aloud, but his sweat and scent were somewhat intoxicating you, the masculine appeal of him beneath you leaving you needier than you’ve ever been.

He’s more patient than you, as you finally break and begin to remove your sleepwear, exposing your skin for his eyes and hands now as they move to touch where you were previously covered. When you’ve undressed to the same point as him, Kyojuro groans loudly, gripping your hips to further add pressure between you both. “So pretty… I’m very honored to be seeing you like this.” His voice is lower, more reverent as he tears his gaze from your heaving chest up to your face, taking in your watery eyes and sweet expression.

You’re on your back again in an instant, his body shifting and moving to between your thighs. His face right before your cunt, but his eyes lock with yours.

“May I?” His question of consent simple, but it only takes a small nod from you to have him removing your last piece of clothing.

He’s hums in approval as he stares at your soaked entrance, his thumbs moving to press and pull you further open.

“Kyojuro—!” Your startled gasp as he blows on you is adorable, his grin hidden as he finally drags his tongue up from your weeping hole to your swollen clit. The cry you release sending even more blood rushing to his dick, the fabric covering him soaked from you grinding. “Mhm! Really, I’d die a happy man if I could taste you like this everyday.” His statement causing you to choke on air, the brazen way he speaks at this point shouldn’t be of surprise to you.

He doesn’t give you time to think further on it, now beginning to lavish and lap at your pussy like he downs your meals, ravenous and loudly.

His saliva coupled with your flowing juices has his lips and chin wet, and when you close your thighs in pleasure around his head, he’s excited to feel you shaking and twitching. His own hips rut into the mattress, seeking some source of relief as he fully focuses his mouth on making you cum.

Your whimpers and whines letting him know he’s making you feel good.

“Kyojuro—oh, yes, please! Feels good~” when your hands moved to twist into his hair, to try to pull him closer as you buck and moan, he’s wearing a victorious expression. His ego inflating by the second, just before you finally cry out in release.

“M’gonna cum—ngh!” You’re back arching off the bed, head thrown back in ecstasy, Kyojuro continues to lick and suck until you’re whining and pushing his face away now.

With a chuckle, he complies, fascinated by the picture you paint before him. Your skin coated in a sheen of sweat, naked and panting as you come down from your first high.

“You did very good!” His praise is startling, your heavy eyes looking at him and unable to keep the smile off your own lips.

“You did too… thank you.” Your own compliment and gratitude earning you a wet and sloppy kiss, your own release tasted and shared. His hands dance down your thighs as his head moves to kiss down your chest to your breasts.

He’s gentle, more than you were, as he gives attention to each nipple, rolling his tongue around them until they’re wet before blowing cool air on them. “I’ve fantasized about this many times, but the reality is much better.” His confession has your heart hammering away in your chest, his honest expression hard to deny.

Of course, his romantic words are followed by his finger dragging through your slick and shoving a finger inside you.

“Oh fuck” your head falls back again, and you’re content to allow him his freedom to touch and explore you, enjoying the pleasure and intimacy of him covering you.

His lips find yours as one finger begins to move and rub around your gooey walls, stretching you before another joins. Your hips open wider, your moans swallowed by Kyojuro as he works your pretty cunt open for him.

He moans when he feels your hands grab at him, untying his underwear and reaching to wrap your warm soft fingers around his cock and stroke.

“Hn, harder, tighten your grip like—yes, just like that. Good girl.” He’s moaning unabashedly, his hips jerking into your hand while you writhe in pleasure from his own fingers hitting a certain spot inside. When you cry out, loudly moaning and trying to work your hips for him to hit that spot again, he’s curling his fingers and vigorously stimulating it. It’s hard to focus with the pleasure, your mind clouded but your grip still tight around his cock as he allows his own stimulation to rise and wane. His focus on your face and pretty pleasure filled expression.

“That’s it,” he coos, “Looking so cute… do you know what it does to me?” His words aren’t truly entering your mind as you feel another orgasm approaching.

The loud wet squelching of your pussy catching his focus from your face as he watches you greedily take his fingers.

It’s hard for him to keep pace, the urge to just let you finish on his cock strong but his need to truly wreck you outweighing it. You will be coming on his cock, but you can finish on his fingers first. There’s an order to things, and he’s determined to follow it.

You’re not informed of this though, moaning and crying beneath him none the wiser of his true intentions tonight. Of ruining any other man for you, instead you’re softly babbling your impending orgasm.

“Kyo, again, m’gonna cum—!” Your scream of pleasure is silent and you grit your teeth and bare it, this one twisting your insides almost painfully as you clamp down on his fingers and cum.

He’s inwardly extremely pleased that you called him by a nickname, fluffing up as he gently pulls his sticky fingers and hand away from your cunt as you go limp.

You can only watch in fascination as he licks his hand and fingers, his eyes connecting with your own and the sinful display causing you to grip and remember you have his cock still in your hand.

It drags a moan from him, his teasing display forgotten as he jerks and fucks your hand. He grips your wrist to keep you from pulling back as he gives a few quick pumps in your grip before releasing you panting.

“Now,” he smiles, and his sweet expression doesn’t match the manhandling as he drags you to him, thighs on either side his own now. He taps his tip a few times against your overstimulated clit, your little cry too cute to resist as he leans over you to capture your lips and mouth.

He moans into it while he slicks his cock up with your release, the copious amount more than enough for a smooth entry.

You’re breaking the kiss to grip his shoulders and moan as he enters you, his cock thick and stretching you twice as much as his fingers did, a slight burn as he pushes all the way in without rest. He’s panting heavily, eyes heavy lidded and lips parted as he looks hungrily down at you, his smile gone and a more serious tone set as he maintains eye contact. His first thrust is slow, letting you feel each vein and drag of him before snapping his hips forward.

“Oh!” He’s not quick, and you’re simultaneously overwhelmed and craving more as you’re made to take what he’s giving when he’s giving it. One hand on your hip to keep you pinned and from wiggling. The other slipping behind your head to cage you close as he looks right at you with each thrust.

It’s embarrassing, you aren’t able to look away, and it’s melting you from the inside out as he keeps hitting that spot and making stars dance in your eyes. Like his fiery looks and personality, you’re lit ablaze inside while he makes love to you.

“You feel so wonderful, I think I’m losing my mind.” You gasp and call his name, trying to focus on the words he speaks while he moves.

“It’s so tight and wet, do you feel good? Should I touch you here?” He removes his hand from your hip to thumb at your clit, striking a match to your pleasure as you tighten even more around him.

“Kyojuro—!”

“Oh?” He’s delirious on pleasure despite his firm grasp of control, sinking deeper with a rougher thrust as he rolls your clit softly. “I think you are feeling good.”

“Yesh s’good~” you can’t go anywhere, your words slurred and eyes rolling back as his body acts as a steel cage around you as he keeps giving.

The pat pat pat of his thrusts loud and echoing around the room, in accompaniment to your combined sounds of pleasure.

“If I impregnate you, isn’t it customary to marry? Should we get married? Hey?”

You aren’t paying any attention as he works you into a frenzy.

“More please~!”

“Haha! You sound so cute, I’m really losing it.” His light tone doesn’t match his somewhat concerning words, his thrusts picking up in speed and brutality inside your poor cunt.

“We should get married, I’d love to have you as my wife.” He’s mumbling a bit now, his words not as clear as he grunts. A bead of sweat dripping down his brow as he tries to get as deep inside you as possible now.

“S’too much!” You cum purely on accident, the force of your orgasm torn from you and leaving you actually crying now. Kyojuro didn’t mean to pinch your clit so hard, and if he wasn’t drowning on his own ecstasy he’d apologize more for it.

“Sorry sorry, you’re too cute, really, look at you. Marry me,” he’s losing rhythm, his eyes intense and too passionate for you to do much else but blindly wrap your arms around him, holding on as he begins really fucking you into the mattress.

“Marry me,” he’s groaning, smashing your lips together and sloppily playing with your tongue as you whimper and moan beneath him.

“Marry me—!” He’s not really asking anymore, your pussy so tight it’s unnerving as he whines, his balls taunt and tight as they slap against your ass, soaked by your cum.

“I’m going to cum.” You can’t speak, not anymore, as you’re senselessly taken to another peak, nails digging into Kyojuro hard enough to almost break skin.

“I’m going to fill you up, okay?” Really, he isn’t asking, not with the look in his eyes telling you he’s serious.

“Kyo~”

“Mhm—Ahh!” His moan turns into a strangled cry, his head falling in between your breasts as he slows and finally comes apart. His sweat dripping onto your heated skin, hands firmly on your thighs, and you vaguely note there will be bruises there later. He’s thrusting softly, shallow little movements to stay as deep as possible while he regains his sanity.

You feel dizzy and weak, and especially in need of a glass of water or something as your throat hurts just a bit.

It’s not truly settled, the fact that a man who isn’t you husband has just asked for your hand while coming inside of you.

It’s leaves a nervous feeling in your gut…

Which is expelled as fast as it takes him to look at you.

“…?” You really are amazed by him, as he laughs and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close in his sticky embrace.

“You’re mine now!” His proclamation so loud he’s likely to have awoken your elderly neighbors, your panicked whispered hushes doing nothing to dispel his good mood.

“Yobai truly is this generations best match making!”

“…what..?” Your confused expression has his head tilting, though it’s more from his observation of your cuteness.

“Isn’t that when a men leaves courting gifts at night for the woman he fancies?” You ask softly.

“My younger brother thought the same thing, I wonder if it’s a new excuse for parents?” His words oddly invoke a twitch in your eye.

“Let’s get you cleaned up!”

He’s scooping you boisterously into his arms, carrying you of your room as you briefly wonder if this really is your life from now.

A quick glance up to his handsome and smiling face tells you that it wouldn’t be a bad one.

#Kyojuro rengoku #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #Kyojuro kny #mdni #18+ #kyojuro rengoku x reader #kyojuro x y/n #Kyojuro x reader #drabble #flame Hashira #yobai

[kurooandkenmasslut]

May I request some fluff with Rengoku, please. I’ve been feeling a bit down in the dumps so I wanted to have some nice, sweet, fluff with my flame boi ☺️

Take your time with this, don’t rush!

have a nice day!

Omg ofc baby!!! I hope you enjoy :))

RENGOKU KYOJURO X F!READER

Mission after mission after mission after Misson. Your sure your crow got sick of looking at you because of how many times he had to come to you for a mission.

You yawned and stretched your aching muscles. Your finally going home after about a month or two, you can't remember and you can't be bothered to use your brain to figure it out. Your legs trembling with ever forward step. You missed your boyfriend, like badly. You can't wait to jump in his arms, sit and eat with him as he yells 'umai!' at every bite. You missed it, and you were ready to get back into it.

"I'm home!" You called out. No response. You sighed. As expected. He is the flame hashira after all. Your feet dragged yourself to the bathroom, your body craving for some hot water to relax your tense shoulders.

You got some hot water and filled the bath up. When it came to the height that you wanted, you undressed and sunk yourself in. It felt amazing. After so many cold nights in the forest, having some warmth in a while is refreshing!

After a long soak and washing your hair and body, you hopped back out, the steam in the room making you feel hazy. You wrapped yourself in a towel before opening the door and walking into the hallway towards your shared bedroom.

After getting changed into your pajamas, as soon as your body hit the bed, you knocked out.

You woke up to warm hands on your back, your eyes adjusting to the light, blinking repeatedly.

"Wake up sunshine! Looks like your finally up!" Kyojuro cheered. "..kyo?" You mumbled. "Yes! We are going to visit senjuro and my father for dinner!" Whoch made you jolt. "DINNER?! AT WHAT TIME?!" "hm about an hour!! 😀"

You scrambled to your room to get changed as kyojuro laughed at your panicked face. After you got changed and ready, you left your bedroom to tell kyojuro that you were ready. But what you didn't expect, was kyojuros big arms to pick you up bridal style, making you latch onto his neck with a yelp. He seemed to enjoy it because as soon as he knew that you were in his arms and secure, he started running full speed towards the flame estate, where senjuro and his father lived.

As soon as he got to the front, he halted and looked down at your dizzy face. "I hope I didn't go too fast, did I?" "No... no.. i-its okay.." you mumbled as you tried to get your head still. Kyojuro slowly let you down onto your trembling legs, holding his right shoulder for support.

It seemed senjuro seen you two at the gate because he ran out and hugged kyojuro tightly. "Welcome back, brother." He muttered in his neck. "It's glad to be back! I've brought (name) with me!" "Oh! Hi (name)" "hey senjuro!"

After all the greeting, he welcomed you both in for dinner since he was just finished making it.

"Wow senjuro! Your cooking skills are amazing! I just wish kyojuro would take the cooking skills from you since the last time he cooked he almost burned down the-" "UMAI! and that was a one time thing (name)!" He claimed as you giggled along with senjuro.

"Oi! Is this dinner ready! You take too long!" You heard a grumpy and raspy yell interrupt. "Oi! Kyojuro! What's she doing here again! I thought I said to get her out!?"

Ah, that reminds me. The first time you've met kyojuros father was not the best encounter. As soon as he saw you and froze. His eyes widened at your frame before be blinked and his eyebrows furrowed. You froze. You didn't even breathe. You remember in the pit of your stomach of how nervous you were, but you remembered that kyojuro told you that his father was.. a bit rude.

Last time, he only yelled at you, trying to hold your tears back. But kyojuro told him to stop, and thankfully he did, grumbling out the door and down to the town for more sake.

But this time, he tried to lay his hand on you, and this time, Kyojuro Rengoku, went mad.

"Get out of my hou-" "get your hands off her." Kyojuro sternly said, not only were you scared of his dad, but you were scared of kyojuro in that moment. He'd always had a smile on his face, no matter what. So seeing his eyes burn, glare, into his father's eyes, his hand tightening around his wrist, pulling him away from you. His smile now no longer upwards, now downwards, his teeth gritting hard in anger.

Kyojuro didn't want this. He wanted a family dinner with you, senjuro and him. Abd possibly his father. But since he obviously ruined the mood, the comfortable, peaceful, and joyful mood in the air has now fallen into a room where its almost like there's no air, tension think.

Senjuro was only watching in disbelief, shock, and confusion on why his father was acting likr this towards you. He knew that his father was violent, toxic, and cold. But he didn't expect and want this to happen to you. He felt like he wanted to collapse and press his forehead against the hard floor, apologising for his behaviour. But he knew that he couldn't do anything, if he interfered, he knew that he'd get hurt.

Kyojuro finally left go of his wrist. "We're going now. Goodbye senjuro, the meal was lovely." He said, hugging him before letting go and taking your hand softly and taking you with him.

The walk was silent, surprisingly. Whenever you walked with kyojuro, he always had something to talk about, it could be about his missions, his good recommendations, the hashiras, or some gossip. But the silence made you feel uneasy, so you opened up your mouth to apologise but it looks like he beat you to it.

"I'm sorry. It wasn't supposed to end like this, I didn't expect him to lash out at you, more in a violent way I mean. I expected and wanted a lovely dinner with my brother, and my love of my life. I'm sorry for my father's actions, I'm really-" "okay okay, I get it, you can stop saying sorry now dear." "But-" "kyojuro. Its really okay, I'm not hurt or anything. I knew that your father would lash out at me like he did last time, so I prepared for it. I can tell that he has a lovely kind soul under that angry face, I just know it."

Kyojuro smiled, and not it in his usual smile. More like a loving smile, his eyes having hearts in it, his heart beating loudly. He really did love you, he really really, really did. He'd give you his life and heart for you, and he knows you'd do the same.

"Okay, I know I already said sorry, but I feel like it isn't enough so-" "kyo! What did I say-" "darling, please. I wanna spoil you rotten for what happened." "Kyo you really don't have to," "I want to." You sighed as you gave in, you already knew that he wouldn't let you say no.

He took you around the town, some food stands catching your eye.

"Arghhhh I'm so fullllll!" "That's what you get for eating so much" "hey! You ate the same amount as me! How are you not full?!" "I've just got a big stomach!" You laughed at what he said. He really did have a big stomach, after all, he often ate with mitsuri, so it's not really a big surprise to you.

When you two got home, you ran over to the bed, flopping onto it. "Haha! Aren't you tired hunny bunny!" "Hunny bunny?-" "yes! I'm gonna name you that because you ate some bunny shaped ice cream!" "🤨" "😀😍"

"Do you wanna cud-" "cmere right now." Anf you two lovebirds fell asleep while he was spooning you <3

Enjoy! And please please please reblog this when you see it! It always helps and boosts writers blogs! 💗

This is not re-read so I'm so sorry for any mistakes! Stay hydrated and stay safe! <3

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[kyojurismo]

I don't know If this counts as an Emergency Request and I know I've already made like two, but can I have an emergeny request?!

I'm just now realizing how freaking messed up I am with comfort and knowing when I need help and Why I want and hate physical contact so much!

I'm terrified when people start yelling and I get really shaking and -twitchy when people start raising their voices becuase I associate loud voices with "physical punishment"

I hate asking for emotinal support becuase I'm afraid of being pushed aside and scolded. I'm now realizing why I want to be hugged with so much force and just scream!

I'm asking for Kyojuro, Tengen and his wives, Akaza and Sanemi in a scenario where fem reader is remebering her home life as a child so she suddenly gets really jumping, twitchy, emotinal, and anxious, but refuses to admit she needs help becuase actaully aknowleging it terrifies her, but then she hears someone loudly yelling and breaks down just wanting to squeeze and scream and becuase her family relationship, she doesn't know how to react when she is just genuinly comforted.

Please, I'm really wanting some comfort right now, even if its just ficton.

▸ ANSWERING. i’m in super delay and i deeply apologise. i’m not sure i actually did justice to this kind of feeling… i hope that’s okay and that it’ll help you a bit <3 i’m sending you a big big hug 🫂

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. kyojuro rengoku x fem!reader, tengen uzui & wives x fem!reader, sanemi shinazugawa x fem!reader, akaza x fem!reader

▸ RATING. sfw

▸ WARNINGS. this is my first time writing for akaza i’m shaking, tension, crying, childhood trauma, angst but with comfort, not proofread ofc. lemme know if i missed something !!

KYOJURO RENGOKU

kyojuro is checking senjuro's training, giving him advice and such, while you're cleaning the living area. you remember a moment from when you were young, casually: it's your mother scolding you because you're crying, then your father is here too... you sigh heavily and shake your head, as if to get rid of that memory.

you're unconsciously trembling the whole time, but keep on cleaning. every noise starts to get you more and more nervous, until you hear shinjuro calling kyojuro's name from his room, his tone always so rude, that you break down.

you fall on the ground, hiding your teary face and heavily shaking. kyojuro notices and is soon by your side, checking on you. senjuro goes to their father instead, avoiding him getting angry.

"y/n, what's wrong?" he asks you, trying to gently move your hands from your face. "i'll... i can handle this," you quickly reply, pushing him away. kyojuro frowns, not truly understanding the situation. "i just need to finish cleaning," you whisper and try to grab the cloth you were using to clean the table before kyojuro stops you.

"why are you crying?" he tries again, searching for your eyes. "i'm not crying!" you snap at him, not really making him back away. "baby..." it is as if you're crying even more at this point. kyojuro pulls you against his chest, circling you with his arms.

he's warm, his perfume is comforting and familiar, his big hands are caressing your back gently, soothing you. "w-what are you doing?" you ask, trying to move in his embrace. "i'm comforting you. you're not alone, darling," he caresses your wet cheek and smiles down at you. "i'm here for you, when you're feeling good and when you're down, you don't have to push away your feelings, or else it will get worse."

you stare into his glowing eyes, listening in silence. you've never felt like this before. you were used to force yourself to simply push forward when you were feeling down or overwhelmed, your parents never truly comforted you and kyojuro doing it so loving made a new wave of tears streaming down your cheeks.

"it's okay, let it out."

TENGEN, HINATSURU, MAKIO AND SUMA UZUI

[the memory is pretty much the same for the tengen & sanemi too]

you let a plate fall on the floor, making hinatsuru, who's standing by your side, jump. "wait, don't move..." she says, before kneeling down to gather the broken pieces before throwing them away. "i'm so sorry," you say on the verge of tears.

hina simply shakes her head and smiles at you. "we have plenty of plates, honey," she chuckles, before resuming washing the rest of dirty dishes.

you follow her example and keep drying the now clean dishes. in the back of your head you hear your father shouting at you for breking something and you jump, making another plate fall and break. hinatsuru turns towards you, nothing your distressed expression.

"lord tengen is gonna get mad... i'm so sorry, hinatsuru!" you cry, even though deep inside you know tengen rarely raised his voice at the four of you. "oh baby... don't worry about the plates, no one will scold you for breaking them," she tries to assure you, taking your hand.

makio comes into the kitchen, noticing the broken plate. "what happened?? someone tried to attack you?!" she raises her voice due to preoccupation, checking the whole area to make sure nobody is there to hurt you. "an attack?!" here comes suma. "hey!" tengen enters the kitchen too, to see what's the matter.

"he will get angry, he will scold me again, he will..." you curl up on the floor, cutting your hand with one of the broken pieces but you can't notice it. you're repeating the two phrases over and over, hina and tengen are the first to notice.

"there's nothing, calm down," makio pushes suma away, sighing. "but what if he’s hiding?" she cries, looking around nervously. "don't be dumb, how can he hide when there's five of us here?!"

"shut up!" hinatsuru shouts at the two, making you flinch. tengen moves closer, moving you away from the broken plate and checking your hand. "dumb baby," he whispers while carefully removing the splinter. "don't get mad at me please," you're crying at this point.

"i didn't wanted to break them, i swear!" you scream right into his face while more and more tears stream down your face. "i don't care about a bunch of boring dishes," tengen assures you deathly serious. "get of the kitchen," he orders the others, who quickly obey and say nothing.

tengen notices you're shaking while staring at the ground. "hey, it's okay," tengen cups your cheeks and kisses your forehead, trying to calm you down. "i... i don't know what to do," you whisper, simply staring at his face. "you’re very nervous baby, why don’t you try breathing with me?”

you follow his suggestion and once you’re more calmed tengen hugs you, cuddling with you. he leaves a few kisses on your head while holding you.

“this is… so comforting,” you mutter against his chest, surprising him. “t-that’s the point,” he stutters, noticing how you never actually asked for help and are the one who’s rarely seen seeking this kind of treatment. “you’re okay, darling.”

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

you’re walking by his side while you two go back to his mansion. he just finished training with iguro and you clearly see he’s a bit tired from the past few days.

when you walk past a little group of slayers, you don’t notice at first but they’re arguing about something. when one of them shouts you jump, bumping into sanemi’s side. “what?” he glances at you and notices something isn’t right. the following screaming and shouting stress you even more, while memories from your childhood take control over your mind.

“what’s wrong?” sanemi asks you, stopping mid track. “n-nothing, i’m alright,” you reply, as if you weren’t clearly shaking and on the verge of tears. “yeah, well that’s bullshit.”

you meet his eyes and flinch back a bit, scared of actually opening up. “i just want to go home…” you try to avoid talking about it and resume walking, moving rapidly. sanemi grunts in response but follows you, staring at you.

once you reach his mansion you’re quick to get the dinner ready, hoping to distract yourself, but you’re failing. sanemi follows your every action and it makes you even more nervous.

if i speak about it, he would push me away and start hating me, stating that i’m weak.

“okay, i’ve had enough of your shit,” he snaps and stops you. he grabs your hands and makes you turn towards him. “you’re all twitchy, you’re holding back tears and you’re clearly distressed. what’s wrong? someone hurt you?” you shake your head, knowing that you would end up crying if you speak. “y/n, i just want to help alright? but i can’t do that if you don’t tell me what’s wrong,” sanemi gets more worried as the time pass.

you notice it and you start crying, feeling bad for making him worry so much. “jeez,” sanemi pulls you into an embrace and you hide your face against his chest. “i’m so sorry!” you raise your voice, crying. his hands caress your back slowly, trying to calm you. “it’s okay,” he assures you and rest his chin on your head, keeping you close to his body. “i-i don’t know how i should react, i just don’t know,” you grip his uniform and sniff, shaking a bit. “just let it out, baby.”

sanemi keeps comforting you, making sure you know that he’s here for you and that it’s okay. it’s okay to cry and ask for help.

AKAZA

[i opted for a nightmare in his case, akaza is visiting reader during the night]

you’re turning in your sleep and sometimes little wails leave your lips, you’re sweating. akaza enters into your house and reaches the bedroom. you wake up right before he enters the bedroom and quickly wipe your tears, catching your breath.

dreaming your parents scolding and yelling at you is the last thing you expected. you’re feeling as if your every next move would be the wrong one and someone will appear to scold you, making you feel small and useless.

“you okay?” he kneels beside your futon and notices your status. “mh, i just had a nightmare. it’s okay,” you reply, trying your best to get over it soon. “you wanna cuddle for a while?” akaza asks, a gentle smile appears on his face. “oh, um… why would i?” you genuinely ask, confusing him a bit.

“well… i think humans like being comforted after a bad dream,” he scratches his neck while chuckling lowly. “i-i’ve never done that… i mean, i don’t know how…” you stutter and start crying without noticing. akaza frowns and raises his hand to wipe away your tears. “let’s do that, alright,” he says before laying down beside you. he circles your body with his arms and holds you closer to his chest. “t-thank you..?” you whisper, letting him do whatever he please.

akaza caresses your hips slowly, kissing your cheeks every once in a while. “i love you,” he mutters against your skin. “i’ll always be with you,” he promises. you scoot closer and smile, taking one of his hands into yours.

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. well i hope it wasn’t too bad because it started to suck for me lol lol lol

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RRRAAGHHH it’s 3am and my thoughts aren’t coherent but im thinking about Senjuro …. this boy deserves the whole world. he grew up so scared. i think all the time about what happened to him after Kyojuro’s death. that one manga panel literally haunts me hold on I have it saved somewhere

starts crying so hard. kyojuro was his whole world, all the hope he had left. his only refuge from shinjuro’s misery. i think all the time about senjuro and how we didn’t see nearly enough of him

but this boy is so much stronger than the world gives him credit for. not only did he survive living with Shinjuro after Kyo’s death, but he learned how to stand up for himself, with tanjiro’s help. he found happiness again, he found his own hope. he didn’t burn himself out trying to force himself to replace Kyojuro.. he accepted that his place in the world was helping people without joining the corps. not only that but he KNEW Kyojuro would be proud of him anyway.

and he was right! he was so, so right. kyojuro was so, so, endlessly proud of his little brother. it never once mattered that he couldn’t use a sword. kyojuro just wanted senjuro to follow his own path- as long as senjuro felt like himself, Kyo would always be proud of that. and Senjuro knew that. from the moment Senjuro was born to the moment Kyo died they knew that they had each other. it’s what brothers do.

anyway i need to go to bed but my god. the rengoku brothers make me sob so hard

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hello! for your event may I request action prompt number 14 for rengoku?

please and thank you

have a good rest of your day!

YOU CAME BACK

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Demon Slayer

Pairing(s): Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Prompt: Sitting at their lover’s bedside when they’re unconscious (Action Prompt #14)

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Post-Mugen Train

Notes: Mugen Train Spoilers!

Sorry it’s so short, hon! I’ve been REALLY struggling with writing these last few days.

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Four months, three weeks, and seven days.

Four months, three weeks, and seven days and Kyojuro has yet to wake up.

He counts the days as he floats in limbo. The clock on the wall counts the seconds. The seconds turn into minutes, turn into hours, and turn into days. And those days turn into weeks and then months. 

He can feel the rough bandages itching his skin, covering his eye that had been rendered useless after the fight with Upper Moon Three. Hadn’t he said his name was Akaza? 

It didn’t matter anymore. 

All that matters is waking up.

That is… if he ever woke up.

Kyojuro has a myriad of visitors during his coma. The most prominent being his younger brother Senjuro, Kamado Tanjiro, Hashibira Inosuke, and Agatsuma Zenitsu.

And, of course, you.

You are the most constant visitor he has next to his brother. You sit at his side day after day, holding his hand and talking quietly to those who come in the room. Young Inosuke is quiet, something out of character for him, and everyone else tiptoes around you and Kyojuro as if scared something would go wrong. 

Your hand is soft against his own calloused one. You were never one to wield a sword. Instead, you wield a needle and thread. You are a seamster, someone who made the uniforms for the demon slayers all over Japan. And a very talented one at that. You mended his uniform and even his haori more times than he cared to count. 

It was how he got to know you in the first place. 

You tighten your grip as he lies there in the dark, counting the seconds with every “tick, tock, tick, tock” of the clock.

“I miss you, y’know?” You whimper, and he can hear your voice crack. His heart breaks at the sound, and he wishes with all his heart that he could respond. 

Then…

A gasp.

“Did you…?” You whisper, and he realizes he just twitched his fingers. He tries again, praying to whoever is listening that he will be able to—

Another gasp. Almost a cry this time. Kyojuro hears you calling for Shinobu and then your hand on his face, cradling his cheek.

“Kyojuro? Can you hear me?” You ask, and he feels his eyelashes flutter and then open. 

It’s blinding for a moment.  But only for a moment. 

Then he sees you. 

Your eyes are watery, and you have a look on your face that you’re telling yourself not to hold out hope. But when his eyes meet yours, the tears begin to fall. 

Despite your joy, you are incredibly gentle with him, easing your arms around his neck and pressing the most gentle kiss to his lips that nearly has him crying. You were never this gentle. You were fierce and bold with your affection. You kissed him when you wanted and didn’t give a damn about who watched. 

But now, you were so careful with your love that it made his heart ache. 

“You came back!” You say tearfully, and he smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist and nosing your temple when you pull back. Just having you here, just having you with him, made it all worth it. He smiles that smile that you love so much and replies. 

“I promised, didn’t I?”

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This fic is,,, weird. But I enjoyed writing it. I still feel slightly embarrassed posting it however lol

Root idea inspired by phantasmiafxndom

Cw for mentions of child abuse *cough cough* Shinjuro

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Demons, in their current form, were not just disgusting to Kyojuro but also pathetic in a way that made his heart burn with anger. Decades ago it had been perfectly fine to kill them. The creatures were a scar upon humanity and extermination was agreed upon by nearly everyone.

Now people treated them like a nuisance at worst, some even tended to coddle them. Protests grew daily, demanding the demons be treated more humanely. Humanely? For creatures that used to eat humans, still did in some cases. It was a fate kinder than they deserved.

Despite Kyojuro’s distaste most people didn’t share his feelings on the matter. Perhaps the most upsetting was the fact that Senjuro had complete adoration for demons. He tried his best to tolerate his brothers ideas, but couldn’t often hide his disturbance.

It only got worse when a few of Senjuro’s schoolmates got demons of their own. They had become a new fad, and the ultimate status symbol. Why have a dog or cat when instead you could find a demon who you could dress up with hair to brush.

Even his own brother cooed over the creatures. One or two of his classmates (alongside a few of Kyojuro’s own students) sported such popular pets and enjoyed showing them off. During lunch students would gather around pictures to oo and ah over whatever unique features the particular example had.

And while Rengoku worked a humble job as a teacher, their father still had plenty of money to spare even after retirement, something his younger brother was well aware of. It was no surprise when Senjuro too started to beg for a pet. The man was less secretive of his distaste inside his own home. He wasn’t harsh or cruel with the boy, simply firm. Senjuro had asked for pets before. This obsession would fade much like rest.

—-

Six months later Kyojuro gave in. Senjuro had earned some sort of reward. The elder brother didn’t like to leave the home often, not for elongated periods of time. Shinjuro mostly kept to himself now but it wasn’t impossible for their father to lash out. These incidents were few and far between. The only connection between them was that they occurred when Kyojuro wasn’t in the home.

But he had a job to do. Volunteering for an overnight field trip had perhaps been a mistake on his own part. In the past Senjuro had been able to find appropriate accommodations for the night or two his brother was gone. This time it was simply a combination of all the wrong things coming together.

He shouldn’t have believed his younger brother’s insistences that everything would be ok. Uzui or Sanemi would loathe watching the children but he could’ve forced one of the other men to take his place. That didn’t change the fact that he was the one who left on the trip. Everything on his end went rather smoothly. The children were rowdy, but didn’t cause any major problems. After constantly checking in and several reassurances from Senjuro he pushed his worries to the back of his mind.

They rushed forward again when Kyojuro arrived home. Even upon his return his brother greeted him with a smile and warm hug. It would’ve been a nice welcome under most circumstances. Senjuro wore a high collar, creeping above his neck. It wasn’t entirely inappropriate for the weather but wasn’t part of his typical ensemble.

Rengoku went to pull at the turtleneck. Though the boy nervously tried to avoid the attempts it wasn’t as if he could run away.

“It’s fine aniue,” he mumbled. Kyojuro saw a purple spot forming. It wasn’t too large, not the largest Senjuro or himself had ever recieved, but still there nonetheless. Softly he brushed the area with his thumb. His younger brother let out a little puff of air despite his attempts to hold in any reaction.

Finally allowed to pull away he backs up. Already his eyes are clouding with tears. Kyojuro waits for a moment, gently reaching his hand out so it barely hovers above the boy’s shoulder. When Senjuro leans into the touch he’s quickly smothered in an overbearing hug. He doesn’t quite sob, but tears soak into the elder brother’s shirt.

Even though Senjuro is mature (which sometimes makes Rengoku guilty in a way, because he shouldn’t have to be so mature) he’s still fourteen. Beyond that he’ll always be the younger of the two. Kyojuro had gotten used to sharing a bed and taking care of a sick brother and buying birthday gifts the moment their mother died, when Senjuro had barely started school. It feels natural to pick him up and settle on one of the softer couches. He’s small enough to still be able to curl up in Rengoku’s lap.

The two are happy to sit there for awhile. Senjuro was never much of a talker so the man doesn’t push him for now. Tears roll down his cheeks, which Rengoku swears still carry a bit of baby fat.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have left. I’ll be more careful next time. You didn’t-“

“It’s not your fault aniue. F-father just- he got mad because I dropped a plate and it’s fine. I don’t wanna talk about it anymore.” More water wells up in the corner of his eyes. After sucking in a shuddering breath he tries again. “But I’m glad you’re home.”

“Ok.” Kyojuro’s eyes soften. “You did a good job though.” He shouldn’t have had to, but Senjuro’s been forced to grow quickly. “We’ll do something for you though. Whaddya want? We can get dessert or go to that fancy ramen place or whatever else.”

Senjuro sniffles again. “You’ll be mad at me.”

“Of course I won’t, you can choose anything.”

“Ok.”

—-

A demon was not was Kyojuro had in mind. He had lightly protested at first but after Senjuro relented with a horribly sad look the man ended up being the one to insist. He bit back the opposing words on his tongue and tried to be supportive.

It was obvious the boy had been thinking about this for quite some time. He already had a list of several local rescues and even pulled an older futon into one of the many spare rooms they had.

Rengoku had trouble keeping a solid smile on his face, but even when it slipped his brother didn’t notice.

So they (well mostly Senjuro, who finally insists on going one day after school) arrive at a vaguely creepy facility, white walls with rows of cages on either side. The cashier is a young woman who drags her voice out too much, weirdly high in an attempt to appear more friendly. Her lax appearance was strange with the rest of the sterile environment.

Senjuro was free to pick one of his own out. Kyojuro found all of them equally repulsive, and had no preference for which one ended up in their home. The only thing he wanted was for his brother to change his mind and let them leave empty handed. He felt bad for thinking such bitter thoughts considering what had propelled their visit. Everytime he tried to improve his attitude Rengoku would catch sight of meat sitting in feeding bowls or little signs declaring the temperament of a specific pet.

Senjuro was firm in his choices however and they ended up with something vaguely human, though that wasn’t very remarkable. It (They, Senjuro kept on insisting, like it was an actual being) had greyish skin and sunken eyes. With a few random spikes and other inhuman qualities it was pretty typical in terms of demons. It wasn’t the most repulsive one there, plenty had more appalling traits like multiple eyes or huge fists perfect for clawing people.

The chatty saleswoman cooed as she opened up the cage and beckoned you forward. “Good choice! This one’s quiet, but the most well-behaved cutie you’ve ever seen.” As you drag yourself out of the cage and rise to your full height Rengoku grimaces. You don’t look particularly threatening, smaller than him with blank eyes and greasy hair. ‘Cute’ is not the word that comes to mind.

Hesitantly taking the new leash clipped to your collar Senjuro tugs you forward. You move along with the motions, following quick enough that the lead never draws taut. One of your feet drags slightly each time you take a step.

“Hi.” The boy is so quiet as he whispers it. He seems a little shy, reverent maybe? Holding eye contact for only a moment or two he looks away and back towards his brother. “I want this one aniue.” The shyness holds as he

at Kyojuro.

The man bites his tongue for a minute and tries to think of an appropriate response. “And you’re sure?” He tries to keep the judgement out of his voice.

It’s detected anyways. Senjuro’s brow furrows slightly. His brother is never truly angry, but annoyed seems like a just reaction. “Yes! I promise.” The words rush out quickly in a way that leaves no room for argument.

“Awesome! And just so you know each adoption comes with some basic care items, a bit of meat, feeding bowls, um I think there’s a booklet included.” The saleswoman bounces around the counter and roots in the drawers underneath. “Is this your first one? Honestly I thought about adopting in the past but after spending all my time here I’ve gotten my fill of demons.”

Senjuro nods along politely to each sentence. Rengoku merely stares out the window and waits until she asks for a card. When she finally finishes her spiel he slaps the card down. Demons can be low-maintenance (in actuality that means negligent owners who can’t quite get in trouble with how resilient demons are) but when properly taken care of they can be rather expensive. The cost of meat alone, synthetic human or the animal kind, can scare many away. Money here isn’t the problem.

Kyojuro has to carry all the accessories back to the car. His brother opted to chose about a dozen different types of collars and bowls and whatever else in his excitement. Trailing behind slightly he still holds your leash in hand. Every few steps he’ll nervously look back as if to make sure you’re still following. You don’t react to any of these glances, don’t react to anything at all other than stopping when he does and moving forward when prompted.

Once you’re brought to the car Kyojuro directs you towards the back, where several plastic covers have been put over the seats. Senjuro has to lean over to buckle you, jolting each time his skin brushes against yours. Pulling away he hovers for a moment before his brother directs him towards the front seat.

—-

Their house is nice. You’re led to a mostly bare room which is dubbed as yours. The older Rengoku dumps the toys in the corner and is quick to leave afterwards. You can still smell him sharply though, lingering just beyond the doorway.

The younger one parades you around the room to show off the space. Currently there is a futon in the corner with a shelf pressed against the opposite wall. Senjuro promises to get you more to furnish the space but it makes no difference to you.

“I’ll see if there’s a salon or something like that. They can bathe you and help with your nails.”

They’re claws, pointed and sharp but also splintering from lack of care. With no other way to respond you give a dull nod.

“I didn’t really think about clothes, but I do have an oversized shirt for you. It’s more like a dress really.” While explaining he plucks the piece from the bottom of your new belongings. “Aniue might have some old clothes that fit you, just until I go shopping.”

At that your mouth drops into a sharper frown. His brother smells like anger and hatred and something too harsh for your nose. It’s not as if you’re not used to being disliked. Demons generally don’t get along with one another and being put in a shelter usually meant whatever previous owner you had wasn’t great. His distaste though was sharp on your tongue as the smell wafted through the air. It wasn’t like casual neglect or dehumanization— there wasn’t even subtle joy taken in the sight of your current state, he didn’t want you there at all.

Put off by the thought of the man you turn away and crawl underneath your futon. It’s warm against your chilled skin. Peeking your head out from the thick sheets you watch as he spreads the rest of the accessories around the space. The whole time he talks softly, not to you specifically, but fills the space with sound. He’s quiet and doesn’t say things pointlessly which keeps your annoyance from rising.

By the time he finishes you’re already half asleep. You’ve spent the last few months sitting in a cage most of the day, even just moving from one home to another has worn you out. Nerves alone keep your eyes open, at least while he’s in the room. The moment he leaves however your willpower thins.

—-

Days pass slowly. Senjuro feed’s you before he heads to school, at which point you’re mostly left alone. Kyojuro occasionally passes the room, but never pauses. A few times when it’s absolutely silent you’ll poke your head out of your room. You don’t ever end up passing the threshold of it though. Nobody’s invited you outside of the space and you don’t fancy getting punished for such a small journey.

Mostly you nap or pace around your room. There’s not much in terms of entertainment but it’s not a horrible existence. Senjuro is only gone for a few hours. When he gets home the boy will do homework in your room. It becomes so much of a habit that an extra desk gets shoved into the space. While he works you rest at his feet or watch him through your blankets.

Your routine rarely shifts, which is nice in its own way. Change is more often bad than good, but the humans seem to have their own ideas about what you need.

This afternoon when Senjuro enters his brother follows. When you sense Rengoku approaching however you try to scramble backwards. Senjuro’s arms stick out in front of him as he tries to calm you. You’re not very happy but you soften slightly anyways.

Now that you’re paying attention his words make real sense. “I want you and aniue to get along. He’s not mean so you can’t be either.” His brother stands in the doorway, looking threatening still.

“Please aniue, you have to be nice.” Senjuro looks up at the man. “Can’t you just pet them once? I don’t like it when you ignore each other.”

Rengoku approaches you carefully. In an attempt to please his brother the man wasn’t quite as brash as usual. But his feelings were still clear on his face, and the smell of his anger flows through the air. You’re tempted to back up even more, hiding flat beneath the chair.

In turn his expression only grows more displeased.

After a few minutes of him standing angrily in the middle of the room Senjuro observes the threatening aura easily and was quick to intervene. “Aniue! You have to be more gentle.” He runs to your side. Though the boy wasn’t particularly strong you allowed him to pull you into his lap. His soft hands run over your hair in soothing motions. “See, you have to be nice if you want them to trust you.” While he continued to cradle you an eye opened to peek at the elder brother. He looked even more upset than before, which brought a sly smile to your face.

With your sharp nose you could smell how hard Kyojuro had bit his tongue. The faintest smell of blood drifted in the air while saliva pooled in your mouth. Turning your smug face away you attempted to burrow further into the carpet and soft fabric. You roll around in the gentle feeling of his hands and the sweet smell of his clothes. He must’ve been cooking earlier, something sweet like sugar or baking mix is smeared over the front of his clothes.

Though you’ve hidden your face Kyojuro’s presence is still clear. When he settles beside you all your muscles pull tight. His hands graze over you twice while you lie as still as possible.

“Alright, is that good?” The man is already standing up.

Senjuro doesn’t seem satisfied at all, with your performance alongside his brother’s, but nods anyways. It seems the mood has gone sour, the way he leaves soon after. He tries not to make it feel like a punishment but a bit of guilt gnaws at your bones.

—-

The next day Senjuro is back to his usual routine although the air still feels a bit too quiet. Worry keeps you alert to his movements. A few times he opens his mouth without speaking. On the third or fourth try he finally manages to get a few words out.

“I’m having aniue take you to get all washed up and everything tomorrow. You have to be good otherwise he won’t want to do this for me again.” His sternness is in full force, and surprisingly authentic. Blinking up at him you give a curt nod, waiting for the petting to resume.

It does soon enough and you’re happy to settle back down.

—-

The spa- salon or whatever they call themselves is surprisingly pleasant. You’re shy at first. There’s lots of people there, other demons too. Some are carefully restrained, muzzles and harnesses and even one fashioned in a straight jacket.

You wish Senjuro had taken you. The boy would’ve coaxed you inside gently and explained everything along the way. Rengoku drags you towards the receptionist and clips your collar to one of the tethers there. As soon as you’re checked in and given a pickup time he leaves you there. You’re not shaking— that would be cowardly —but there’s a nerve running through your body.

The woman who takes you is nice. She has pretty pink hair with a friendly face, but ultimately is unfamiliar in a way that makes you resistant. When you don’t move with her she trues to guide you with a hand. It’s so warm again your skin. Senjuro’s touches are always light and the woman isn’t rough but it’s rougher than he is.

The hiss isn’t purposeful, not even threatening. It works to describe your discomfort. She tries soothing voices to guide you towards one of the chairs, but you stay rooted to the spot.

“Five steps ok? Why don’t you move with me and we can sit down.” When she nudges your legs you finally take one step. The woman guides you slowly until you settle down on one of the recliners. You’re still stiff, but in a position where they can start to take care of you.

Lots of different people do lots of different things. A man trims your talons and applies a thick shiny coat over them. He offers color but you staunchly shake your head.

Another person trims your hair. She carefully moves it away from your face and takes off a minimal amount. You can’t really see much of a difference, too distracted by all the little ends that have scattered across your face. The woman dusts them off with a fluffy brush that makes you sneeze. Everyone nearby coos after and you feel like more of a lapdog than a demon.

Someone else leads you over to a private bathroom, where you’re promptly scrubbed down. They use lots of bubbles and scented oils that edge on being too much for your senses. The after-effect is nice though, a calm lavender scent that’s much more pleasant than dirt and raw meat (even if the latter was tastier). You’re thrown into an oversized sweatshirt with matching pants, soft fleece lining the inside.

It all goes rather quickly. There’s dozens of new scents and people that cloud your brain. It’s hard to absorb the reality of everything until you’re allowed to actually rest. A side room lets you find a quiet place to curl up and rest.

Even though you’ve done just the barest amount of stumbling around there’s a weight to your bones that drags you down. You can’t remember if you were always like this or if it’s a side effect of being caged for so long. Either way you feel like a poor imitation of what a demon should be. A poodle compared to a wolf.

Part of you doesn’t really care. It’s not like you’ll ever be expected to kill or even hunt. This is the result from years of domestication.

You leave all the wondering for another day. Your mind is just a tired as your body and it’s no surprise when your eyes slip closed.

—-

Kyojuro drags you back into the car after a harsh awakening. You’re still half asleep but stumble out once he has a hand on your leash.

Slumping over in the back seat you drift back in and out of sleep. Everytime the man hits the breaks you jerk forward and wake back up.

But by the time you get home you’ve been knocked out fully. Your head dips downwards only to lose ok up an indeterminate amount of time later.

For a few minutes you wait awkwardly in the car. It’s hard to tell how much time has passed, but in reality it probably hasn’t been too long. Senjuro would’ve come out to wake you if he was home.

You decide nobody else would be inclined to fetch you. Crawling out of the backseat you dart towards the door leading inside.

Unsure of where exactly your room is you’re forced to rely on scent. You’ve never been outside of your room in length, and can’t recall the layout of most of the home.

Currently your strategy is to point your head in one direction and sniff. It seems to be doing a relatively good job of leading you in the right direction, or at least the smell isn’t getting any weaker.

Though much of the house is rather boring, plain walls with nice furniture that doesn’t really tell you anything, you do take note of whatever is a little interesting. There’s fresh flowers in one of the vases along the hallway. They must’ve been cut just a day or two ago. As you pass the kitchen you notice four seats at the dinner table, with room for more if needed. You haven’t heard any guests in the weeks you’ve been here, so it’s an odd sight.

Kyojuro seems to be absent at the moment, making your movements much more relaxed. You don’t drag your feet or wander aimlessly but you’re happy to poke your head in certain places were it doesn’t belong.

One room in particular captures your attention. Most of the home smells the same, with the brother’s scents flowing and ebbing depending on the space. In a darker hallway however there’s the sharp scent of alcohol. Underneath it you can sense another human within, a damp smell like overripe fruit. At first it makes you pause (the only sound is heavy breathing inside the room) and then scurry away from it.

You find your room soon after, happy to dive into your sheets. Pulling off the oversized clothes you’re happier to take in more familiar fragrances.

—-

When Senjuro gets home he showers you with compliments. Fingers sweep through your soft locks.

However he seems determined at ruining your peace. “Wasn’t Aniue great for taking you?” He tries to hide his pointed tone.

You give a non-committal shrug.

The boy huffs but doesn’t leave you like he did last time.

“They were booked too far ahead on Saturdays but next time I’ll plan for that so we can go together.”

Letting out a pleased trill you flop onto the ground.

The boy moves backwards. “Let’s get some food yea?” He waits for you to follow.

Never having been invited out of your room (Kyojuro taking you out earlier was less of an invite and more of a demand) you move hesitantly. Within the home there’s no leash attached to your collar. It’s nice most of the time but you could use it as proper direction for where he wants you to go. Every few steps you end up stopping because you’re so hesitant. You’re just grateful that Senjuro doesn’t mind how slow you make the journey.

The open air of the kitchen makes you nervous. There’s so many places to look that it makes you dizzy.

Senjuro opens the refrigerator. At the bottom there’s stacks of meat, all different kinds. Technically it makes sense. It’s not as if someone is purchasing your food everyday. The steaks and patties you get eat night have to appear from somewhere.

With it all in front of you however saliva fills your mouth.

“You can pick out your dinner this time. I thought that could be fun!” He pulls your arm towards the icy cooler.

Moving slowly you just point to the top of the pile. You’d eat the whole thing if you could, but given the choice to pick one there’s not much difference to you.

Senjuro looks a bit disappointed so you instead take more action. Moving the packages around pointlessly you choose another from somewhere in the middle. The letters outlining it explain nothing to you, but there’s juice and blood flowing around the free spaces. Mostly you’re just excited to run back to your room and sink your teeth into the fat and sinew. It leaves saliva pooling in your mouth.

With slightly shaky hands you hand it over to Senjuro. Even though you know it’ll end up back in your hold your instincts scream at you to keep it. The tips of your fingernails burn as you try to keep your claws in control.

With dilated eyes focused on the meat you don’t notice the smell of alcohol wafting into the room. The younger boy does, and he tries to take your hand and guide you away. As you’re unworried you drag your feet along the way. Ignoring his urgings you’re caught off guard when a hand hooks into the back of your shirt.

Turning around you think it’s Kyojuro who’s grabbed you. They look almost identical but a bit of extra height and some light stubble indicate him as someone else. You may be dumb but you’re not stupid and it’s easy to guess that this is the pairs father. You hadn’t considered the full image of their family, only caring to note those you interacted with.

His anger is different than Kyojuro’s. Is less pointed, engulfing the whole room rather than poking your skin alone. It smells rotten.

“Who brought this damned thing into my house?” Shinjuro’s question doesn’t require an answer, it’s already obvious. You try to turn tail and race into your room once he releases you, but you’ve been turned around and there’s no clear line to the exit. Senjuro reaches out to his father, trying to calm him.

“Aniue said it was ok so I just thought-“

“Kyojuro’s not your father is he?”

“N-no but-“

“Stop letting him act like he runs the fucking household. If he wants to be in charge he can get his own place.” Along with his cruel words his hands twist into fists. As an arm raises Senjuro shakes in anticipation.

You dart forward, nearly knocking the boy over. A strong fist collides with your forehead. You’ve been hit before, but you can’t remember a time a human had been able to hurt you this much.

Knocked off balance you’re happy enough to crouch to the ground. As the room comes back into focus another hand comes towards you. Lifted up harshly you’re face to face with the man. You’re hissing and spitting as you resist Shinjuro’s grip. Lying down and drinking had brought down the man’s physique, but shadows of muscle still remained. He clutches your hair in one hand. The minute you raise your claws he captures your wrists in the other. You try to gnash your teeth and aim yourself at his skin, but you can’t get near him. The best you could do now was lash out with your legs.

Twisting like a serpent you tried to loosen his grip. Senjuro was crying as he pulled on your clothing, trying his best to free you in his own way.

You’re only dropped when a door at the front of the house softly opens and shuts. The noise is barely perceptible to human ears, but Shinjuro still senses it. The moment he pushes you to the ground the man is quick to disappear back into his room.

Senjuro dashes to your side. At the moment you curl into yourself. The bruises around your wrists are already fading but your muscles are stiff when you move.

The boy clutches onto your body like you might be dying. Currently you’re not inclined to brush away his tears though you wish they’d stop.

“What happened here?” For once Kyojuro’s voice isn’t obnoxiously chipper or filled with disgust. There’s a genuine tone that you’ve never heard before. You still don’t bother to glance his way, trying to find comfort on the hard ground.

“F-father he um, he was being mean again and when he tried to grab me they got into a fight.” His voice is still thick with emotion as he crouches over you.

“Oh.” Kyojuro’s surprised. It’s silent for a quick second. “Well are you ok?”

“Aniue! I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” His arms grab your torso and try to lift you. With shaky arms you attempt to help him. There’s no reason you should be in such a weak state, perhaps after being pampered for a bit you’ve lost touch with what it’s like to be beast.

When the eldest is quick to scoop you up you’re at least well enough to let a quiet growl leap out from the back of your throat. You don’t move however. It’d be awful to get dumped on floor again and Kyojuro’s body is very warm against your side.

That doesn’t change the fact that the minute he sets you down into your room you run for your sheets. Hiding beneath them you try to peek without being caught. The worry is worthless because Rengoku has already disappeared and Senjuro is in his place.

He hand feeds you chunks of fancy meat, you think it’s cow, and pets your hair while you try not to fall asleep. The boy is whispering all kinds of praises that melt into one another but the culmination of all of them buzzes under your skin. Senjuro is often quick to praise but you’ve never felt as if it’s been truly earned.

—-

The next day Kyojuro approaches your room (willingly) again. Senjuro is already is his typical spot while you hide in the corner.

You’re surprised, but not enough to move. Glancing up with tired eyes you watch him go towards his brother.

“How come you took them out of the room?”

“I- Aniue! I said I was sorry.”

“I know, I’m not mad or anything ok? You just gotta tell me what’s going on.”

You stick your head out of your bed to listen. Kyojuro gives you a curious glance before looking away.

“Um, Muichiro-kun said it’s good to involve demons with their feedings. It cultivates bonding. He said he saw it in an article online.”

The elder brother sighs deeply. “It shouldn’t have to be this way but I need you to ask me before you do things like this ok? I’m just looking out for you.”

“I’m sorry aniue.”

“Don’t be. I don’t- you shouldn’t have to be sorry. I’ll have a talk with father.”

“It won’t do anything,” he mumbles under his breath. Perhaps Senjuro is feeling especially bitter today.

Kyojuro frowns but can’t muster a response. His eyes sweep over the room before the man turns around to leave.

—-

It’s another day where Senjuro is gone but the eldest is still home. You can’t keep track of the days or form any sort of schedule, you just know this happens on occasion.

You creep out of your room early in the morning. Though you can rely on scent to lead you it’s not as good as simply knowing the space. Every few turns you convince yourself you’re passing something relatively familiar.

After minutes of wandering you pass the room that contains Rengoku. The door is open so you step inside, then back out, and then back in. You’re not sure how to grab his attention.

Turning around you leave, only to re-enter. This time you let your foot collide with the door. The small tapping noise grabs his attention. You try to resist the instinct to hide. For now you just slouch more and hold your arms to your chest.

“What do you want?” Kyojuro speaks normally for once. You could imagine him asking anyone the question.

Peeling back your lips you try to get your vocal chords to form the proper noises. Instead of words you push out a low grumble that leads into a whine. You try the action several times to imitate something he could understand.

Moving closer you attempt the noise once more. His face holds a confusing mix of emotions, still a bit of disgust hidden within the layers.

Bowing your head and rolling your shoulders you hope that body language could bridge the gap in his understanding.

“Are you saying sorry?” At the question you look up and nod eagerly. Your face can’t form a proper friendly smile, but the result is hopefully close enough. It’s silly but a sense of accomplishment washes over you.

The man smiles back (his is warm and honest, painted with a touch of surprise). “Oh, well, thank you I suppose.”

A beat of silence. You wouldn’t be able to respond with anything other than more primal calls.

“And you do a good job of taking care of Senjuro. I’m glad someone is here for him when I’m gone.”

Ignoring the underlying bitterness (jealousy? blame?) you nod once more. As your head bows a sneaky hand rises to pet it. Kyojuro only taps your hair once or twice beneath turning and returning to his work.

Pleased you make sure there’s nothing remaining before running back to your room.

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