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forest-hashira · 2 months

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Forever Yours

before i drop this here and run away, i just want to say that i welcome anyone who follows me because you enjoy my writing, but please keep in mind that this is far outside of what i usually write, so if you're following expecting a lot more of this, you're going to be disappointed. everything i've written here besides this is sfw, so. you've been informed. don't get mad at me for expecting something i told you not to expect. anyways, enjoy this!

read on ao3 here | wc: ~5.1k | cw: omegaverse, omega/afab reader, alpha kyojuro, established relationship, mating cycles (reader's in heat), knotting, mating bites, unprotected piv sex, vaginal fingering, implied chubby reader. minors do not interact.

No matter how many times he assured you it was fine, that he wanted you there, you didn’t think you’d ever get used to spending your heats with Kyojuro.

You’d been dating for over a year at this point, but you’d only had half a dozen heats at most since then, probably less. Your heats had been irregular ever since you presented, but multiple doctors had assured you it wasn’t anything to be seriously concerned about, so you did your best not to worry about it.

The first heat you had after you started dating had started in the middle of the night, when the two of you were supposed to watch the sunrise together in the morning. You’d immediately texted him, saying vaguely that you didn’t feel well and that you’d have to take a rain check on the sunrise, though it made you sad to do so.

Much to your surprise, he had still shown up at your agreed upon time for your date, but instead of flowers he’d had shopping bags in his hands. He didn’t even seem upset that you hadn’t specifically told him you were in heat, just more concerned that you might not have everything you needed to get through it. You could tell he wanted to stay with you through it, but since you hadn’t invited him to, he didn’t ask, only promising that he was a phone call away if you needed him.

You made it less than forty-eight hours before you were calling him, asking if you could stay with him through it. He’d dropped everything to pick you up from your apartment and bring you back to his own.

After that it was an unspoken agreement that you spent all of your heats with him at his apartment.

Even having done this before, even knowing that nothing you did to make yourself more comfortable in his space could make him upset with you, nesting at his apartment still made you nervous. The first time you’d built a nest in his apartment, you’d done it in a closet, not wanting it to be in his way or disrupt his life any more than you already were. He’d told you he was honored you felt safe enough to nest in his apartment, but there was a sadness in his voice and on his face he hadn’t been able to disguise. In your delicate state, you’d wildly misunderstood the reason for his sadness, and had begun to cry, apologizing for taking up space that wasn’t yours. He’d spent a long time after that assuring you that you hadn’t done anything wrong, and that the only reason he was sad was because he’d hoped you’d nest somewhere he could join you, or at least keep a better eye on you.

Progress had been slow, but every time your nest migrated to a more open spot, he seemed to get happier and happier. You hoped that trend would continue, because this time the only place your Omega instincts would accept as a nesting spot was his bed.

You’d kept it small, as much as it pained you to do so: just a few extra blankets, the extra pillows from his closet, and a hoodie of his you’d slipped into. The clothing was thick, almost too warm with your rising body temperature, but it smelled like him, and you needed that to help calm you until he got home from work.

Almost as if your thoughts had summoned him, you heard his keys in the front door, and you sat up in your nest, anxiously gripping the blanket in your lap. What if he hated it? you fretted internally. What if he’s angry I used his bed? What if—

Your anxious thoughts were stopped in their tracks when you heard him call your name, his voice full of warmth and love and tenderness, just like it always was during your heats. You didn’t call back, the words sticking in your throat, but you knew it wouldn’t take him long to find you; your scent had begun to fill the apartment a few hours before, though you’d done your best not to let it get too overwhelming outside of his room.

Within a minute his footsteps approached and his head peeked around the door. Your heart leapt into your throat then, convinced he’d see your nest in his bed and become upset, asking you to take it apart. Instead, you watched as he took you in for a moment, then seemed to realize what you’d turned his bed into, and he broke out into a bright grin.

He closed the distance between you in just a few steps, and he cradled your face in his hands for a moment before he kissed you.

“You’re not upset?” you asked, once he’d finally given you a chance to breathe.

“Upset?” Kyojuro asked, clearly surprised by your words. “Baby, I’ve been waiting for you to feel comfortable enough to nest in my bed for months. How could I possibly be upset?”

Tears pricked at your eyes at his words, and all you could do was turn your head slightly into his touch, pressing a featherlight kiss to the inside of his wrist.

“My only concern is the size, though,” he added after a moment, stroking your cheek with his thumb to get your attention again.

Just like the first time, you misunderstood his meaning. “O-oh, okay,” you said quietly, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I can make it smaller, move it to my side of the bed. You don’t have to, uh. Have to share it with me.” Your voice grew softer as you spoke, barely a whisper as the last few words left your lips. You had hoped he’d cuddle you in the nest for as long as you could take it — maybe even fuck you in it later, your inner Omega suggested hopefully — but clearly he didn’t want that, and the last thing you wanted was to impose.

“No, little flame, don’t be silly,” he chided, his fiery eyes shining as he looked at you. “I just meant it looks a little sparse, your last few have been cozier than this. Are you sure it’s to your satisfaction?”

You stared at him for a moment, a light blush dusting your cheeks. “…no,” you admitted after a moment. “I just…didn’t want to take over your space like that.”

“It’s yours to take over,” he assured you, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of your nose before finally releasing you. “Come on, I’ll help you bulk it up.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and all you could do was nod, allowing him to take your hand and pull you up from the bed, forgetting until you were standing in front of him that you wore nothing but his hoodie and your panties.

His eyes flashed briefly at the sight, but all he did was smile. “You look comfy like that,” he said simply, giving your hand a squeeze before leading you into the laundry room. A basket full of his clean clothes sat by the door, and he easily scooped it up, carrying it back to his room. “Pick whatever you want out of there,” he encouraged. “I’m going to find every single blanket in this apartment for you, and if you want more I’ll drive to the store and buy the softest ones they have.”

A small giggle escaped you at his words, and you shook your head slightly at him. “That’s not necessary,” you assured him. “As long as it smells like you I’ll be happy.”

Reinforcing the nest didn’t take long, especially with Kyojuro there to help, following your every instruction about where to put the blankets and how best to arrange them to help the nest keep its shape. You incorporated every shirt, hoodie, and pair of pajama pants from the basket of his clothes into the nest, leaving out only the jeans and boxers.

“It looks beautiful, baby,” he murmured, after you’d finished your work. “Do you want to lay down in it now?”

You nodded eagerly at his words, your inner omega preening as he praised your nest. Upon his insistence, you climbed in first, settling down near the center. Once you were comfortable, you looked over at him with your best puppy eyes and reached out for him. “Cuddles?” you pleaded, blinking slowly at him the way you knew always worked.

“Anything you want,” he agreed, shucking off the jeans he was wearing before he crawled up the bed to your side, smiling at you all the while. “I’m so proud of you,” he murmured, holding you close once he’d reached you.

“For what?” you asked, a bit confused.

“For building your nest in my bed. For being honest and telling me you weren’t happy with the state of it when I asked, and for letting me help you make it better for you.”

The blush in your cheeks was impossible to hide, especially with the way it crawled up your ears and down your chest a bit. “Oh…” was all you could manage for a moment, his praises making you feel almost dizzy. “Thank you for helping me put it together. You didn’t have to do that.”

“But I wanted to,” he promised, nuzzling his nose lightly against your own; he wasn’t quite scent marking you, but it was reassuring all the same. “I’d do anything for you,” he added, almost to himself, and your blush intensified, making you feel as if you could burst into flames right then and there.

Not knowing what to say, you cuddled further into him, fingers tangling in the shirt he wore and pressing your cheek against his for a moment. “Could we watch a movie?” Your voice was quiet as you spoke, but he was so focused on you that he caught your words easily.

“What do you want to watch?” Kyojuro turned away from you slightly to grab the remote for his TV from the nightstand, but even with as short as the distance between you was, you whined softly. He chuckled softly at the sound, quickly returning to his position, squishing you against him and peppering your cheeks with kisses.

“You pick,” you told him, relaxing once he had you in his arms again. Honestly, you didn’t really care what you watched; you just wanted some background noise to help you sleep. You were exhausted, and though you hadn’t said anything, you were sure your boyfriend could tell.

A soft kiss dropped to your forehead after you spoke, and you watched as he turned on the TV, clicking around a bit until he landed on a period drama; your inner Omega cheered when you realized it was one of your favorites.

The feeling of his hand rubbing up and down your back had you melting into him in seconds, practically purring in satisfaction. Before you could fully sink into sleep or your heat-driven headspace, you forced yourself to pull away from him enough to look up into his face. “Hey Kyo?”

“What is it, little flame?” he asked, his eyes soft as he smiled down at you.

The nickname sent a little shiver down your spine, but you ignored it for now; what you needed to tell him was important. “I want you to claim me this time.”

The alpha in your arms seemed to freeze then, and you suddenly worried you’d crossed the line. The two of you had never technically had a conversation about the subject, but it had always felt like the obvious next step in your relationship; you’d never felt the same way about anyone else, and you couldn’t imagine a future without him.

“Are you sure?” he asked after a few moments, brushing a stray hair away from your eyes. “That’s a big commitment.” He watched you closely as he spoke, trying to gauge your reaction.

You nodded eagerly at his words. “I’m sure,” you promised. “I’ve felt the way you hold back during my heats and your ruts. I really want your mark this time. I needed to tell you before I got too lost in the hormones, in case you didn’t think I meant it.”

Any anxiety you might’ve felt about the situation melted away as he pulled you into a kiss, his hands cradling your face so lovingly it almost hurt.

“I want it too,” he murmured against your lips, kissing you again softly. “I’ll mark you this time. I love you,” he promised, pressing his forehead gently to yours.

“I love you too,” you breathed out, relief washing over you at the knowledge that you were on the same page. You snuggled further into him, burying your face into his neck and seeking out his scent gland. A purr rumbled in his chest at the touch, and it made you melt.

“Get some sleep,” he encouraged, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head while the other squeezed your side gently. “I know this week is gonna wear you out, you’ll need all the rest you can get.”

That was all the encouragement you needed, purring against his skin as you finally drifted off, tucked close into his warmth.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been asleep, but when you woke up you were sweating, suddenly feeling suffocated in the hoodie you’d put on earlier. You wriggled out of it as quickly as you could, tossing it to one side of your nest. Unfortunately, freeing yourself from the stifling garment didn’t bring the relief you’d hoped for, and you whined.

After a moment, you realized you were alone in the nest, and you sat up, turning towards the door. “Kyo?” you called out, not quite sure where he would be; he didn’t leave your side much during your heats, so waking up alone during them was uncommon.

Thankfully, he was back at your side in less than a minute, placing a bottle of gatorade – your favorite flavor, of course – and a snack on the bedside table. “Hey, gorgeous,” he greeted, crawling into the bed with you again, kissing your forehead. “Just went to get a couple things for you. Could smell your heat setting in while you were still asleep.”

You nodded dumbly at his words, leaning into his touch as he pulled you close. You sought out his scent gland again, pressing your nose into it and taking a deep breath. The smell of him was heady, spices and woodsmoke filling your senses and making your mouth water slightly. You shifted your position slightly, pushing yourself up on your knees a bit to rub your cheek against his scent gland, eyes closed all the while.

A low sound rumbled in his chest, and he wrapped his arms more securely around you, letting you get as much of his scent as you wanted. One hand rubbed your back softly as he held you, the other trailing down a little lower, grabbing at the meat of your thigh and relishing in the way it squished a bit in his hand; he’d always been fond of your softness, saying your squishiness and stretch marks were his favorite parts of you. He’d figured out early on in your relationship that you sometimes felt self conscious about your weight, even to the point of watching what you ate around him, but he had promised you countless times that your weight didn’t matter to him; he just loved you.

A soft gasp escaped you as he gripped your thigh, and your hold on him tightened slightly. It was at that point that you fully realized he had removed his shirt at some point, leaving him in just his boxers. The feeling of his warm skin – he had always run a bit warm – pressed against your flushed body had a purr escaping you, loud and happy, your hips rolling into him slightly, the action completely involuntary.

Kyojuro bit his lip as you moved against him, stifling the moan that rose in his chest. “Baby,” he murmured, after he’d gotten himself under control again. You didn’t react, seeming not to have heard his voice, so he tried again, this time pulling you away from his neck. “My love,” he murmured, a gentle smile on his face as he looked into your eyes. “Can you tell me what you need? I don’t want to assume anything or do something you’re not ready for yet.”

You whined softly as he pulled you away from where you’d been scenting him, but the weight of his hands at the back of your neck and on your hip kept you grounded there with him. Mind already beginning to grow a bit hazy, you had to take a moment to formulate an answer. “Touch me,” you replied, the words much breathier and pleading than you had intended.

His smile turned a bit more knowing at that, his smile quirking up into a slight smirk. “Alright, I can do that. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” His words were gentle as reassuring as his hand left your hip and trailed down between your legs. He couldn’t stop the moan that left his lips this time, the feeling of your slick soaked panties making him feel a bit feral. “So wet already,” he praised, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “C’mon, lift up for me. Gonna take these off, ‘kay?” he asked, meeting your eyes again and tugging lightly at the waistband of your underwear.

You nodded at his request, lifting yourself off of him, whimpering slightly at the loss of contact with him, though soon you’d helped him get your panties down your legs, the clothing tossed to some unknown corner of the room.

“Gonna start with my fingers,” the fiery haired man said, bringing you back to settle on his lap for the time being.

You nodded again at his words, more eager this time, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hand made its way between your legs. Normally you would’ve been embarrassed at the way slick was beginning to drip from your pussy, but right now you were so desperate for him to touch you that you didn’t care.

As his fingers finally brushed against your folds, you gasped, clinging to him a bit tighter without thinking about it. His touch was gentle at first, but when he found your clit he pressed his thumb to it, he began rubbing it in firm circles that made you whimper so pretty for him. “Kyo, please,” you pleaded quietly. “Need more.”

“I got you,” he soothed, kissing your temple before pushing a finger into your entrance. He pumped it a few times, though when he met with no resistance he easily pushed in a second. His fingers pumped in and out of you, curling on every few thrusts, his thumb still steady in its movement on your clit.

Your arms tightened slightly around his neck as he started touching you more, panting against his skin and letting out little moans every time his fingertips brushed against your sweet spot. After a few minutes of that, your hips rocking into his hand slightly to meet his thrusts, he pressed a third finger into you, the stretch causing your eyes to roll back into your head. It was nothing compared to his knot, you knew that, but it still felt sinfully good the way the digits pumped in and out of your cunt, movements aided by the amount of slick leaking from you.

Eventually your thighs began to tremble, and you buried your face further into his neck. “Feels s’good,” you whimpered into his neck. Your hips still rocked down into his hand, eagerly meeting his thrusts and adding to the stimulation of his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.

“Yeah?” he asked softly, the hand not currently buried in your cunt rubbing up and down your thigh, almost as if to soothe you. “You gonna come on my fingers like this?” His words held no teasing whatsoever, only love and affection; all he wanted to do was make you feel good, so hearing that you were enjoying his touches made his internal Alpha swell with pride.

“Want to,” you whined, rocking your hips down a bit harder than before. A breathy moan escaped your lips then, and before you had fully realized what was happening, your lips were captured in a warm, affectionate kiss.

“You can do it,” Kyojuro praised, after he broke the kiss. He began to curl his fingers into your most sensitive spot with every thrust, his thumb moving more quickly on your clit. “C’mon, baby, come for me. Wanna make you feel good.”

His words seemed to flip a switch inside you, and you came with a cry, hiding your face and sinking your teeth lightly into the curve of his shoulder; you wanted to mark him, but some part of you was holding back, wanting him to claim you first, leave his mark on you and show how much he wanted you.

He couldn’t have stopped the grin that crept across his face if he’d wanted to, feeling very self-satisfied at the way you fell apart for him, so well and so easily. The hand on your thigh slid up your back, pressing you closer into him as he worked you carefully through your high and let you catch your breath. “How do you feel?” He asked after a few moments, nuzzling lightly at your cheek until you opened your eyes to look up at him.

“Feel hot,” you answered honestly, and you could feel yourself slipping fully into your heat. “Need you, Kyo. Need your knot, please, need it so bad.” You were practically babbling at this point, and he shushed you with a gentle kiss.

“Alright, little flame, alright. I’ve got you,” the alpha soothed, sliding his fingers out of you to maneuver you onto your back in the middle of your nest.

A pathetic whine escaped your lips as he separated from you, and you reached out for him weakly, brows furrowed as your pussy clenched around nothing. “Please,” you whimpered, eyes slightly glassy as you looked up at him.

Kyojuro only separated from you long enough to pull his boxers down and kick them off, though as soon as that was done he was leaning into you again, fingers slipping between your legs again and rubbing up and down your soaked folds. “I’m right here,” he soothed, smiling gently down at you as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

The touch settled you a bit, and a slight smile tugged at your lips when he kissed your forehead. Your eyes slipped closed as he began to trail kisses down the side of your face to your neck, where he buried his face into your scent gland, taking a deep breath of your scent: black tea, honey, and the tiniest hint of mint enveloped him, and he dragged his tongue across the spot, drawing a shudder from you. Your fingers tangled in his hair at the touch, and you tugged, trying to get his attention again. “Please, Kyo, need you to fill me up, need your knot.”

Your words made him groan against your skin, and he pulled away from your neck to look down into your eyes. “Okay, baby. Okay,” was all he said, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before he took his length in his hand, lining himself up with your entrance before pushing in. His length slid in with ease, meeting no resistance until he was seated fully inside you.

The two of you moaned in unison once he was inside you, and you had to close your eyes for a moment as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside of you. He scattered kisses across your chest as he waited for permission to move, not wanting to overwhelm you at any point during this, regardless of how much he may have wanted to just start pounding you into the mattress; this wasn’t about him, after all, it was about making sure you were satisfied and taken care of.

After a few moments, you opened your eyes again, looking down at where you could still feel his lips against the skin of your chest, and you trailed your fingers gently along the curve of his jaw. Once he’d tilted his head to meet your eyes, you gave him a small nod, shifting your hips slightly to assure him you were ready.

The alpha smiled warmly as you let him know you were ready for him to move, and he shifted up slightly to capture your lips in a soft, loving kiss as he pulled his hips back, relishing in the way you sighed against his lips as he sank back into you. His pace was slow at first, far more focused on how deep he could reach than on how fast he could fuck into you. When you sank your fingers into his hair and tugged, though, a small growl slipped from his lips, and his pace quickened.

A moan escaped you as Kyojuro began to thrust into you harder than before, rolling his hips against you at the end of every thrust, the movement grinding his pubic bone into your clit in a way that had your toes curling. “Kyo,” you whimpered, nuzzling against his cheek. “Need more, please.” Your voice was soft, and if you hadn’t been pressed so close together, he might have missed it.

“Yeah?” the fiery haired man panted, nuzzling you back lightly. “All you had to do was ask, baby.” With that, he adjusted his position, pushing himself up slightly on his knees for a moment as he gathered your legs in his hands, squeezing the plush of your things as he guided your legs around his waist. Once he was satisfied with the new position, he smiled down at you again, though now his expression was a bit more predatory, like he was ready to devour you. Without another word, he leaned in again, pressing a searing kiss to your lips as he began to fuck you even harder, even faster than he had been, now chasing his own pleasure as well as yours.

A high-pitched moan had you breaking the kiss long before you wanted to, but his lips never quite left your skin, mouthing across your jaw and down your neck, licking and sucking and nibbling as he went. When he reached your scent gland, he sealed his mouth over it, grazing his teeth lightly over it. The action made you tighten around him, and he groaned, his hips slamming into the backs of your thighs.

“Fuck, baby, feel so good, all for me,” he mumbled into your skin, one of his hands leaving your thigh to reach up and pinch your nipple between his fingers, tugging on it once before releasing it, smirking slightly at the way it made you squirm.

“Only for you,” you cried out in response to his words, your grip on his hair tightening. “Please, Kyo, need your knot, please.” You clenched around him, already able to feel the swell at the base of his cock catch at your entrance every few thrusts. “Want you to claim me, wanna be yours.”

He swore under his breath, pressing his body closer to yours as he fucked relentlessly into your dripping cunt. “You want me that bad? Want me to fill you up? Want me to mark you so everyone knows you’re taken?”

“Yes!” you practically wailed, tears beginning to well in the corners of your eyes. “Fuck, please, Alpha, want it so bad, need it.” You were bordering on incoherent at this point, the knot in your stomach tightening with every slap of his skin against yours.

“Then cum for me, Omega. Show me how bad you want it.”

His words were enough to tip you over the edge, and you screamed his name as you clamped down on his dick, hips bucking up to meet his as your eyes rolled back in your head.

Kyojuro growled at the feeling, only managing to thrust a few more times before his knot swelled completely, locking the two of you together as he came, pressing as deep into you as he could. As he came, he sank his teeth into your neck, biting down on your scent gland until he tasted blood, his internal Alpha cheering as he finally marked you as his.

Your nails dug into his scalp as his knot locked the two of you together, and you swore you could feel his cum shooting straight into your womb, filling you until you couldn’t possibly hold any more. When you felt his teeth sink into your throat, your vision went white, your whole body shuddering into another small orgasm, every muscle in your body going taut until he finally released your neck.

He pulled away after a few moments to admire his work, grinning slightly at the sight of his mark on your neck. He dropped his mouth to the spot again, though this time he laved his tongue over the wound, soothing the spot as best he could in that moment. Unbeknownst to him, he’d started purring against you as he dropped his weight onto you, the sound rumbling deep in his chest and causing you to relax a bit.

Slowly, your mind came back to your body, and you couldn’t help the dopey grin that settled on your lips. Your hold on his hair loosened, your hands now sliding down to his back hugging him to yourself as you began to purr as well. “...Can I mark you?” you asked after a few minutes, nuzzling against his neck, scent marking him even though you knew your scent was all over him already.

“Of course you can, little flame. Gotta make sure we match, hm?” He tilted his head to the side as he spoke, offering you complete access to his neck.

Your expression brightened slightly at his words, and after pressing a soft kiss to his neck, you sank your teeth into his scent gland, sealing him to you, just as his bite had sealed you to him.

He gave an involuntary thrust of his hips as you bit him, and he felt more than heard your gasp as he released another spurt of cum into your cunt. Turning his head to face you again, he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, almost as if in apology. Attentive partner that he was, he immediately noticed the way your eyelids began to droop shut, and he smiled softly. “Get some rest, love,” he murmured, brushing a lock of hair away from your sweat-sticky forehead when he saw you fighting sleep. “I’ll be right here to keep taking care of you when you wake up.”

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chrollohearttags · 9 months

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commissions corner • on the menu

working food service isn’t always easy, less known, managing an entire restaurant. But when the new delivery man assigned to your store starts frequenting..you feel a newfound love for your workplace. Especially when an unexpected storm traps you two together one night. Leaving you guys to get acquainted and keep each other entertained.

content warning: black!fem reader, delivery man!rengoku, fluff and banter, humor, alcohol use, office sex, thunderstorms and hurricane mentions, sexual tension b/w reader and Kyo, squirting, intense kissing, praise kink, oral sex (m and f receiving), backshots, nipple play, cumshot, back scratching

word count: 8.4K

📝: this is a commission from @tranzpurent and I cannot thank them enough for allowing and trusting me to write this piece. Thank you so much for your patience and support. I hope it was well worth the wait. I had a lot of fun writing for my love Rengoku.

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“Number 52! Order’s ready!” “Guys, check those fryers and get that shake to drive thru. Thanks!”

all commands and commentary that (y/n) found yourself spouting off only a few hours into your shift. Things that were all in a day’s work for a busy manager at a bustling fast food chain. Ensuring that not only were status quos met but the needs of both customers and employees alike done the same. Admittedly, it was both a physically and mentally taxing position but one you performed exceptionally well..so much so, that you were overseeing an entire store by yourself after only a year of getting hired. Your tenacity and strong work ethic were something not only to be admired but studied as well. Even so, the job has drained you a great deal and it was hard to keep it together. So much on your plate with seemingly little time to accomplish it. Finding yourself oftentimes overwhelmed and even contemplating quitting..

that was until he came along!

the man with a boisterous laugh and a burly chest..muscular and stocky with vibrant, reddish blonde hair. His eyes dark yet gleaming with joy at all times. And a smile that could light an entire city block if need be..his name?

“Good morning crew! How are we doing?”

Kyojuro Rengoku, the new delivery man for your store and quite frankly, the highlight to your very hectic days. Always coming in with that same bubbly, boisterous personality. It could be the most insane shift with customers coming in by the droves, being difficult and by the time he left, everyone would be in a much better mood. Laughing and in much higher spirits, and today was no different..it had been quite busy for the morning rush and you typically didn’t work today but your shift manager had fallen ill with the flu so you decided to come fill in. And you were glad that you had because the first thing he did once he made it over the corridor of the entrance with his dolly and stack of boxes; filled to the brim with buns, lettuce and all the other ingredients you went through in a day, was greet you. “And good morning to you as well, miss (Y/N). You’re not usually here on Wednesdays. What happened?” To which you’d proceed to explain away as you mixed up a drink from behind the counter. You most certainly applied the servitude leadership approach and that’s why he respected you so much. Rather than just barking orders or micromanaging, you were right beside your crew, ensuring that things remained in order. It was something about a hard working woman that he found very attractive. It wasn’t a fact that he tried to hide either. Everyone who worked there could tell that this man was feeling you heavily..but for the sake of professionalism, you’d ignore it!

“I see, well it’s always a good day when I get to see that gorgeous face so I’m not mad about it.” Chewing faintly on his gum as he smiled at you with those perfectly straight pearly whites. Retrieving his iPad from underneath his arm, he’d hold it out for you to complete the confirmation and sign over for your inventory. Instantly becoming flustered but playing it off. “Kyo, you’re too kind, my dear. Thanks for the delivery, I definitely needed this..” handing him the tablet back before playfully pinching his cheek. Which made the lovely driver flush red. It was so blatantly obvious just how smitten this man was. He truly adored seeing you when the chance arose! For now, he had to depart and finish up his other duties for the day but you were certain that you’d be running into him yet again. Little did you know just how correct you were…it was as you were watching him leave, waving goodbye did you turn and notice that your entire crew was staring and snickering. “Ooh, Miss (Y/N). Look at you.” One of your employees blurted out, causing the entire staff to burst into laughter. They thought it was so cute to see their stoic manager acting like a crushing schoolgirl. Nonetheless, you’d usher them back to work and to mind their own business!

“You all are so nosy! Since everybody’s got so much time on their hands, let’s knock out some of these cleaning tasks before the lunch rush.” Earning a collective groan from the entire crew. But they knew better than to disagree with you. That was a wrath none of them wanted to face. But as fate would have it, you guys would be crossing paths yet again in a very unexpected way…

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the rather hectic workday continued on as per usual..your store seeing record profits during the lunch and dinner rushes; all directly due in part to some new menu item that was added and your team’s efficiency. Evening had fell cast over the city, along with dark clouds and scary thunder. It was cause for concern, that was for sure..truth be told, you didn’t know if you should keep operations going for the night or call it quits early. Those were the decisions you had to make as a manager sometimes. That was the beauty of being in charge. You had already gone back home during a short break to grab some food and a change of clothing; putting on something a tad bit more casual than your uniform.

“Oh wow, did you hear that?!”

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound good..”

but your mind would become all but made up for you when everyone’s phones in the vicinity began buzzing with severe weather alerts. And the store television flashed with a breaking news warning and the meteorologist casting a report on how severe the storm was and what to expect as the nighttime grew near. There were talks of possible tornadoes, flooding, lightning and all things akin to a hurricane. It was insane. Being the type of leader that you were as the lobby and drive thru both had become desolate, you’d turn to your subordinates and make the call:

“Well, you guys heard the man. I doubt anyone’s gonna be out in this weather so let’s go ahead and call it a night. I don’t want any of you being trapped here and can’t get home. Before it gets too crazy, go ahead and shut things down, get to your vehicles…if anyone needs a ride, go ahead and make arrangements now. If not, I’ll be happy to take you.”

as determined and strong willed as you could be, the one thing you never played about was your staff. They meant the world to you and in instances like these, you’d go up to bat against corporate themselves to protect and keep them safe. Never in a million years would money or profit goals come before your people. There was obviously something terribly dangerous looming in the skies and the last thing any of them needed was to be stuck behind a register or on a grill instead of home with their families, who’d probably be worried sick the entire time. Not something you’d ever want them to have to deal with. Either way, they were incredibly grateful that you’d be so generous and compassionate of your team. “Thank you, Ms. (L/N)!” “Yeah, you’re amazing.” But there was no gratitude needed. Those burgers and this store would be just fine without being open give or take a few hours. Those greedy jerks sitting up at the top brass would most certainly survive. You’d even take it out of your own pay if it became that big of an issue but even so, they didn’t hesitate to start making preparations; switching the illuminated ‘open’ sign to a dull dark and flipping the one on the door to close. They’d begin wiping down tables and breaking apart important machines to clean them properly because if it was as nasty as they claimed it would be, who knew how long operations would be ceased. It wasn’t uncommon during the peak storm season to lose three or four days of business because the streets were so flooded with ten inches of water or power was out for an entire block. In the event of that happening and because you were giving them an early release, they’d sanitize that store top to bottom, leaving you without one single complaint or issue. Giving everything one final walkthrough after about an hour of nonstop work to get things in order, you’d find them all lined up at the door like a gaggle of kids on the last day of school.

“Alright, things look good. Go ahead and get home. I’ll text the work group chat in a bit to make sure everyone’s made it.” Filling your team with warmth because they didn’t know too many managers, if any with such a kind heart and concern for her people. Most of these bosses were absolute nightmares to work for, and yet, you were always so sweet to them. Even when you were fussing or putting up the facade that you were angry. They always knew better. “What about you, miss (y/n)? Are you leaving soon? We could wait with you.” One of your most trusted employees would utter and the others followed suit. But there was no need for that. You’d be in tow right behind them. “Nah, I’m good. I gotta shoot these people a couple of emails and do some number crunching so that they don’t get all fussy in case we can’t open for a few days. I’ll be fine. I’ll be right behind you guys. Promise.” They knew you were a strong willed woman so they tried no to worry so much. But little did you or anyone else know that you wouldn’t be alone for long. As an unexpected guest would find themselves stumbling up to the doors of the fast food restaurant..

“Drive safe everyone. Have a good night.” Earning you a collective wave and thanks from your close knit work family.

once everyone had dispersed from the parking lot and left you by your lonesome, you’d do exactly as promised and retreat towards the back area of the restaurant where your office resided. A little past the kitchen area and through two double doors until you were in the solitary confines of your work space. Faint glimmers of lightning caught in your peripheral view as you passed the windows. Finally, you’d settle into your seat behind the computer screen and begin typing away. Working right through the storm and any other other distractions. You’d type away at your keyboard, drumming up some of the aforementioned emails and looking over profits for the past few days. Managers were always required to report said numbers to the higher brass just to make certain that they were meeting the status quo expected of the store. Granted, you guys always surpassed your set goal so it shouldn’t have been an issue if you needed to close down for a few days because of the weather. As you composed note after note, alternating between the screen and the papers sitting next to you, you couldn’t help but to notice that it was beginning to pick up outside. That heavy rain beating against the roof and exterior of the weathered building. It wasn’t the first nor last time you’d be sure to experience a natural disaster whilst working here. Either way, you were thankful to not be in the midst of the torrential downpour. Sitting cozy in the office as you typed away and nursed a cup of coffee. However, you’d soon realize that someone wasn’t so lucky. Someone you knew quite well….in a split second, for no reason other than mere coincidence, you’d find yourself looking up to take a peek at the security feed on the flat screen monitor next to the other one. It was then that you’d spot something..or someone rather through the rain littered lens. Initially, you began to freak out a bit, wondering if someone was attempting to rob you guys after hours. Which was incredibly dumb because their security system was top of the line. Any intruders would be dealt with accordingly. But that wasn’t the case here. Instead, you’d get up from your seat and begin trekking towards the front of the store because honestly, you’d recognize that face anywhere. The second you made it to the entrance way, you’d take the key in your hand and twist the lock open before greeting them:

“Kyojuro?! What’re you doing here?”

you were absolutely bewildered as to why your delivery driver was standing in front of your store at this time of night and in the middle of such a nasty storm nonetheless. It was far too dangerous for him to be out here. But he had a reasonable explanation for the surprise ‘visit’. But first, you’d close the door behind the both of you and try to get him some warmth. “We might have a couple towels or an old outfit back here in the back. Come on.” Immediately switching into a motherly mode, as you had done several times for your staff. It wasn’t uncommon for one of your employees to fall sick or even have an accident and to avoid them being embarrassed or having to go into a store for a change of clothes, you’d keep extra outfits, cloth, towels and first aid items in case something happened. You’d then send them home for some much needed rest. It seems like they’d come in handy today! Whisking the fiery haired, wide eyed Kyo towards the back, where you guys’ makeshift locker room resided and let him get himself cleaned up from the drenched garments he was wearing. But as fate would have it, out of this rain would come a sliver of sunshine..in the way you least expected…

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“Thank you again, miss (L/N). I really appreciate you letting me come in. And for all of this. I won’t get you in any trouble, will I?” a question you’d answer with only a snort as you walked towards him with a warm cup of coffee and another blanket. He had managed to find a decent pair of sweats and a t-shirt after rummaging through the locker that housed it all. A towel drying his soaked hair and some new, unopened socks to warm his feet. He truly couldn’t believe how well prepared you were! But even more so that you were willing to help him despite it possibly being a violation.

“Please. If they have a problem with me helping someone in need, they can have this damn job. Besides, we’re in a category three hurricane warning. We have full permission to use this as a safe haven if anyone needs it. Don’t you worry that handsome little head of yours. It’s all good.” In lieu of your hospitality, you’d also offer him some food; some salads and extra meals that would possibly have to be thrown out anyways but if you were crafty enough, you could sneak it to him. As he got settled into somewhat comfortability, you’d join him for a seat back at your desk as he sat on the couch and ask him what was going on. It was then that he’d confess the reason behind him being here so late. He’d go on to explain that he was finishing up the last of his deliveries for the evening when he got an alert for the weather. It had been raining on and off with the skies remaining dark but he didn’t think too much of it. His boss added another three drops on his route at the last minute and he wasn’t the type to decline so he went ahead despite the warning. It was at his last location that the rain would start to become insanely heavy. As he’s coming down the almost desolate highway, he hears a very rough sound and feels the turbulence. It’s then that he discovers that his back tire is almost blown out. So by nothing other than pure coincidence and his angels working overtime, he found his way into the parking lot of the fast food chain and waited for help. However, the vehicle service company said they couldn’t make it out due to the harsh conditions. Had it not been for you, he’d been stuck waiting in the rain inside of that van. Hearing that broke your heart and filled you with rage.

“Is he crazy?! Sending you on an extra delivery during this? I swear that man pisses me off sometimes. Well I’m just glad you’re safe, Kyo. Seriously. That could’ve been awful had it popped while you were driving.”

“I’m saying. I’m glad you were here..I don’t know what I would’ve done without your help. By the way, this coffee is amazing..best one I’ve ever had.” earning him a warm smile in return as you smashed away at your keys. “Thank you, glad you like it..” and the caffeinated beverage wasn’t the only thing. However, the two of you talked; engaging in idle chit chat and just making conversation. He’d keep you awake and on task as you sifted through emails and exchanged messages with your higher ups. Ensuring that you had made well over expected profits and that you were playing it by ear in terms of when your resume operations. Things were going good…“I swear, your employees don’t know how lucky they are to have a boss like you. Mine’s a nice guy, real kind but sometimes, he overestimates things and it leaves us in a jam. I’m just blessed you were here.”

but your heartfelt moment was short lived when suddenly, a loud roar of thunder and lightning cracked across the sky and the power suddenly blanked! Leaving both you and him in the dark. “Kyo?” “Right here, miss (L/N). You okay?” Shouting out, followed by the flicker of your phone light. You spotted him shortly after, hoisting the light up around the office to see if there were any breakers or generators, possibly even a candle if need be. He was sort of an all around handyman, skilled in various different trades including electrical work, mechanics and more. You were happy it was someone like him stuck with you. But you’d soon learn that not even the best of skills would help this predicament..

“Got a knife or screwdriver?” His intention was to pry the metal box attached to the wall open and try to flip the switches but to no avail..nothing. It seemed that the power had surged for the entire city and lord only knew how long that would take to remedy and with the sounds of thunder growing louder by the second, it was best that he didn’t try to play electrician and instead, wait it out. For now, the two of you were trapped and there was no way to really leave at the moment. Sure, the two of you could take your car but you wouldn’t be surprised if the streets weren’t already flooded with at least two feet of fallen water. Just then, only forty five minutes after they had departed, your staff was blowing up the group chat; chiming in to let you know that they were all safe. Of course, they wanted the same response for their lovely manager. However, you couldn’t lie to them and say that you too were in the comfort of your own home. Rather: “had some more paperwork to finish. But I’ll be heading out soon. Don’t worry, I’m not alone though.” Which would either cause much needed relief or extreme panic. But you assured them all that you were more than fine. Even with power out everywhere. They accepted the answer and just asked that you kept them posted. If need be, they’d come looking and you certainly didn’t put it past them. With Kyojuro there, you were certain there was no need to feel anything less than protected. You just knew they’d never let you hear the end of it you confessed who was by your so you’d implore them all to preserve their batteries and stop pestering you..bidding them a goodnight for now.

“They must really care about you. Sound like good kids.” and that was an understatement! “Yeah, they’re a pain in the ass sometimes but I couldn’t live without any of them. They make this job worth it, that’s for sure.” (Y/N) was like a big sister and anyone making you uncomfortable or potentially hurting you was an enemy. It wasn’t uncommon for some prick of a customer to come starting shit and one of your male subordinates stepping in to handle it. They didn’t play about you in the slightest but they certainly were not alone. It was obvious that there was a bit of a bright side to this whole situation, especially for Kyo. Being granted the alone time he’d always so desperately craved with the beautiful manager. He had been far too afraid to ask for months now. Regardless of his boisterous, bold personality, he lacked any confidence when it came to the women he liked. The first time he saw you, he was a stumbling mess. This absolute vision of beauty smiling at him from behind the counter. It was a miracle that he was holding it together right now. Even after all this time. Watching you sway in that sundress you had changed into was a problem in itself. The thoughts crossing his mind were unbecoming of his normal demeanor.

“Looks like we’re gonna be trapped here for a while, huh?”

suddenly, he’d begin to shuffle in his seat, clearing his throat as he tried not to daydream and think about what was really on his mind. “Y-yeah! I’m sure you’d rather be anywhere besides stuck here with me though.” But he couldn’t have been further from the truth. You were happy to have someone like him..you lived alone and don’t have many friends in this city so had you made it home, you would’ve been holed up in your bedroom, curled under a blanket all by yourself. Shuffling over to the locker in the corner, you’d simply chuckle and retrieve something that had been housed there for almost a year. And what better time than to break it out now?!

“It’s not so bad..especially when you have provisions.” It was then that he lit up. A bottle of 1974 Sauvignon, gifted to you by corporate after winning Manager of the Year. You had been saving it for a special occasion and soon, the two of you would be riding out this storm in more ways than one..

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“No! And he drove through it?! What the hell is his problem?”

“You tell me. I swear Uzui has done some things that could’ve gotten us killed, less known, fired. It’s a miracle I survived my route with him. And he says I’m the crazy one.”

only minutes after popping that cork out and finding some leftover cups from the drive thru, you and Kyojuro poured up two hefty glasses of the sweet wine and nursed sips between your conversation. Topics that ranged from how your daily routine here at the restaurant to how his deranged coworkers and friends have talked him into pulling dumb stunts while on the job. Needless to say, the two of you led very interesting work lives and as exciting as they may have been, you knew little of each other’s personal affairs. Which in hindsight, was no big deal. As you had never really interacted outside of here but he wanted to know more about the woman who ran this place better than any ship captain could. You told him how you moved to this area a couple years ago after college. Ended up being hired as the manager here and had been ever since. You didn’t have any kids or long term partners. Family was a couple hours away and you didn’t have a lot of friends here. For the most part, you’d just work, go home and repeat the cycle. Going to the grocery store or out for the occasional drink but that was it. “Not very interesting, I know..but I’m a homebody so I don’t mind it too much…” confessing as you took another swig of your drink. Even after hearing your rather mundane story, he was still perked up and all smiles listening to you talk. He didn’t care, he still found it interesting..still found you just as fascinating and most certainly couldn’t understand how a beautiful girl like you didn’t have anyone in your life, ready to snatch you up. “What about you? I’m sure a guy like you is always having fun. Probably got a ton of girls on your line too..” side eyeing as if you were fishing for the appropriate answer. But of course, he’d cop the plea and claim that he too didn’t socialize much. His main niche was going out and trying different restaurants but he’d mostly do it alone, as his best friend was busy with women a lot of the time. Saying that it was Uzui who was the true ladies man. He had been here his entire life and maybe only had one girlfriend and one or two hookups on his end. Kyojuro’s true problem was his confidence. He honestly didn’t believe that he was as attractive as he was. Which blew your mind because he was so handsome! Muscular, stocky build, gorgeous smile and he was so cute..

“I usually just end up getting stuck with the girl he doesn’t want and she’ll be nice but not really my type, y’know?”

“Really? Then what is your type?”

it was then that things would find themselves truly intensifying, as you asked him the one question that would surely send the twenty five year old driver into a tailspin. Flushing red all around his face, he’d begin to stumble over his words..glancing down at the floor before answering. “Well uh—the thing is..” he couldn’t find the strength to admit that you were his type. You were the only woman in this godforsaken city that he’d had eyes for. He wanted you so badly, he could taste it and if he admitted that, he had no idea how you’d respond. But if he were ever going to get his chance..now, while you two were all alone with no distractions..he’d come clean! Downing the remainder of that liquid courage, Kyojuro took a giant gulp before turning to you and uttering:

“M-my type…is you, Miss (y/n).” And at that exact moment, your eyes went wide as two half dollars..making you audibly gasp. You honestly couldn’t believe it. Your staff had been saying for months that you were the sole object of his affection but you paid them no mind. The signs were there though and you chose to ignore them. However, neither of you could run from the truth now. He was going to lay it all out and whatever the consequences were that followed, then he’d deal with it but he had to let you know exactly how he felt about you. Scooting closer, he’d place a hand on your thigh and stare you dead into your eyes. He couldn’t be scared anymore. He remembered all of the pep talks his friends gave him about showing a woman he wasn’t afraid. Regardless of how intimidated he was..he had to lay it all out. “I’ve been stuck on you since the day we first met..you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. The way you run this place with so much compassion and care. You even took me in here, knowing it could get you in serious trouble. The way you treat everybody with respect. Even when you’re mad, you never degrade your staff and you’re always looking out for everyone else. You always look so gorgeous, whether it’s in that uniform or like now…you’re so perfect and I know, I don’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell with a woman like you but I just know I’d treat you right if you let—

it was in the midst of his tangent that you found yourself unable to take it. Never had a man spoken about you in such a way and you couldn’t let him think for another second that he didn’t deserve you. So as he rambled on, you’d cusp Kyo’s chin and pull him towards you in a deep, searing kiss. Shoving your tongue into his mouth and all..cupping the sides of his face as you made out. Moaning against his lips and all. It wasn’t until he was practically on top of you did it come to a halt. “Miss (y/n)…”

But you were in no mood to talk. You wanted him. You wanted him to prove right then and there, just how badly he wanted you! After that, it was obvious how both of you felt. There was no need for a lot of words to be exchanged. Your body languages told it all..the tension surging through both of you had reached its boiling point and you couldn’t take it. So the two of you would lie right there on that couch together, arms cradled around his back and legs parted as they coiled his waist. Things were getting hot and heavy; the storm served as a perfect background to this moment and before long, the two of you were working each other out of your clothes. Whether this was a direct result of the liquor or just the desire that had been burning for months, you didn’t want it to stop and rather, fanned the flames! Running your hand up that chiseled back, raising the hem of that shirt, you’d press your hands to his bare skin..soaking him in. It had been quite a while since you had physical contact with someone like this. Your ex was sort of a bore so you hoped that he wouldn’t disappoint. So far, you seem not to have that problem. Smacking your lips together; sensual, slow pecks being exchanged..trails of saliva pooling from each of your mouths as your tongues danced and twirled around. When your eyes finally met, they were sated with lust. Practically pooling over and it was obvious what both of you wanted.

“You’re so gorgeous..I just can’t—I knew you were so damn fine under that uniform.”

“Kyo…”

the words spilling from your mouths along with sharp breaths. There was no question of how either of you felt..it was written all over your faces and embedded in your body language. Without so much as a second thought, you’d begin to strip each other of your clothing; your fingertips raising the hem of his borrowed t-shirt and his sliding the top of your strapless sundress down..allowing it to pool and ruffle around your tummy. Your perfectly round, supple tits spilling out and eliciting pure excitement on Kyo’s face. A living, breathing goddess right here underneath him? He couldn’t even fathom the thought of that. But as he snapped back into reality, he’d make his next move..honing in on your delectable breasts and massaging those erect nipples between his thumbs. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?…sometimes, I wondered if you’d even notice me..” confessing as he bent down to gently flick his tongue around those puffy, brown buds. Suckling at them amid his speech. He’d go on to dote on your entire being..saying how beautiful you were, how sexy that body was and what he wanted to do; running his hands along the curvature of your hips. The warmth of his breath and bodily fluids coating your areolae and little did he know it was all turning you on. “But I swear I’ll make sure you never forget when I’m done.” However, he’d soon make it his mission to find out just how much when that free hand snaked upward to the inner corner of your right thigh before parting it from your left and he’d tease around that sopping cunt. Shocked that there was no trace of any panties but pleased about it nonetheless. Whilst still tending to your ample tits, he’d start to rub on that juicy little slit. Starting from the mound until he parted those plump lips and made contact with your clit, which was sensitive to the touch.

“Sundress…no panties on…it’s like you know my weakness.”

“Well you have it now…show me you know what to do with me. We have all night.”

and with that declaration, he still wasted no time in proving himself to be a formidable lover for his longtime crush. He wanted to be certain that from this point forward, you’d think of him at every opportunity..that he’d be on your mind the way you resided on his. Dreaming of the moments you could be reunited again. He wanted you to imagine doing all those dirty things in his absence until he could bring them to fruition once more. Alas, he’d begin to shuffle downward..reluctantly detaching his lips from your breasts before placing soft kisses across the lower part of your belly. That freshly waxed mound was laden with slick, as was your slit but he had plans to get it all much wetter than that. Those few fingers that had been lying dormant there, he’d suddenly moved inside of that tight entrance, which had been spasming on nothing more than air, waiting to be filled. Now having adjusted himself flat on to the couch, legs propped on the arm, Kyojuro would begin to eat you out. Nose stuffed deep between the folds of that cunt, throbbing as he flicked his tongue around and fucked you with his fingers. The divine sweetness of your nectar had him reeling..hooked on that scent and flavor only a few minutes in. He couldn’t stop drinking it even if he tried. You’d find yourself clawing at the leather cushions before eventually tangling your fingers through his hair and bucking yourself against his tongue. Lapping up those juices as they fell and slathered his chin. Covering the corners of his mouth and setting freshly on his taste buds..he couldn’t get enough and when you began to cream on those digits, he was practically feral.

“Ahh! Fuck…Kyo..you’re gonna make me come, baby! Don’t stop, please..”

never in his life had he heard a woman utter those words so sweetly. Begging him to please you and he was happy to serve. He derived his pleasure from seeing you obtain yours..so much so, that when you neared your peak, he’d reach down and start stroking himself to the sounds of your moans. All he could drum up were muffled grunts and sloppy lapping noises but you were using him as you saw fit and he would let you ride that face until you reached bliss. “Are you going to come, sweetheart? For me?” Just then, those light hazel eyes met your gaze and he’d smirk before spitting down onto those folds and sucking your clit as if it were the sweetest piece of candy he’d ever tasted. At the moment, you could do nothing more than gasp and let out loud cries, gasping for air and grasping for stability. No man had ever eaten your pussy like this..and you were certain they would never come close!

“Then come in my mouth..don’t hold back either.”

just then, you’d feel that impending pressure that had swelled in the out of your stomach come billowing out after he pressed a hand to your stomach and pumped those fingers. “Oh God!” You’d begin to shake and tremble, flailing around on that sofa as you flooded his mouth with your squirt. Having been the first time he’d ever made a woman do that, he was excited..he couldn’t believe you’d made such a mess! “Damn! Are you okay?” he’d blurt out, only to be pulled into yet another burning kiss by you, as you were now hooked on him!

“Fuck me…”

“Don’t have to tell me twice..”

uttering the two words through breathy moans. It was obvious that you were not much in the way of waiting and he had no plans to keep you in that state. So in swift fashion, Kyo readjusted the both of you, pinning your legs back and spreading them wide open. Those thick thighs being met with the soft kneading of his palms and a string of his spit onto your folds. After that, he’d start to ease that shaft across them, sweet talking and guiding you through it. And in a matter of moments…

“Oh shit.” Collectively escaped your mouths when he slid in. The reaction hit the two of you at the same time. It was a sensation unlike any he had ever felt before; he wasn’t a virgin by any means but being with you made him feel like it was his first time. Wet, warm and so damn tight..he couldn’t take it. In fact, he’d have to place a hand to the arm of the couch behind you just to gather his bearings. In return, you’d wrap your legs around his waist and allow him to press his entire body weight against your frame. He wasn’t to be undone though..that thick length had you clawing at his arm without so much as a single thrust. You couldn’t wait for him to stretch you out.. “…are you okay? Can I start moving?” To which you’d respond with a nod and beg for him to go; as you couldn’t take him sitting still any longer. With limbs and bodies intertwined, Kyo began to buck his hips forward and fuck you the way you deserved. The way he had so long craved to do..dreaming of the two of you being together, coming home after a long day’s work. Both of you spent but somehow, he’d find the strength to run you a warm bath, give you a massage and then make passionate love to you underneath flickering candlelight. Although it wasn’t that exact situation, this was more than enough for him. Especially when he’d begin to speed up and you’d dig your nails into his back, begging for more. “You feel so good, miss (y/n). Oh God, you’re perfect. Everything about you is..” as he’d continue feeding you those deep strokes, you’d begin to cream all over his shaft, making a mess of him and the couch. But it wasn’t just the movements that had you so aroused. It was the intense stare..the way he spoke life into you; telling you how pretty you were and how amazing you felt. How blessed he was to have the opportunity to be with you….all of it was so affirming and such a turn on. It was the sensual kisses that had your tongues intertwined and pressed deep within your mouths. You had never felt so safe during sex. Despite the ironic circumstances. Clawing your nails into his back, (y/n) coiled a hand around the back of his neck and mumbled into his ear.

“Don’t stop, Kyo. Please, baby. Keep going..”

“I’ll do whatever you want, sweetheart…’is y—your dick now. All yours..”

something about hearing those words reassured you. You knew he wasn’t bluffing about his feelings. That he truly did want you. Eventually, those thrusts increased to a speed where he was hitting your exact spot; breaking through those sensitive bundles of nerves. Unable to keep your legs parted, Kyo took the liberty of pinning them backwards for himself and folding you up. “That’s it..right there! You’re hitting my fucking spot….fucking this pussy s’ good!” When you’d release that loud cry and then proceed to rub on your clit, you could feel him twitching inside of you. That’s when he’d really get into it; doubling over you with the rhythm of his hips swaying in a fluid motion. You’d press at his abs but he’d gently swipe them out of the way, really getting into it. It was insane how intense it was! He was like a man on a mission..a mission to prove he was the only one you needed. Leaving you to pose the question: “Oh my—shit! Why are you fucking me like this? Oh my God!” With that sundress pulled up around your waist, he’d shuffle it to expose the bottom half of your stomach and the bulging in the pit of it. Something about putting it in your stomach on the first try was so satisfying to him. “You take me so good, baby. You take this dick so nice, I can’t help but want to give you all of it.” Marking your forehead with a kiss as he brushed your hairline with his palm. Afraid that if he looked you in the eye, he’d bust right then and there. Instead, he’d toss his head back and keep going. Swirling his thumb over your sensitive bud until eventually, you’d find yourself profusely shaking and clawing at him. Tapping out essentially…because as he realized it, you were only mere seconds from climaxing! “Right there, right there!” Repeating the words in a rapid cadence as he pounded your pussy. “Come for me, beautiful! Let it go, let me have it, please.” And on that declaration, you’d allow your body to go limp and every bit of your juices to spray his impeccable, chiseled abs. You’d wet him up and needless to say, he wasn’t going anywhere after that display of waterworks! Making a woman squirt and at that caliber, he couldn’t believe it. Still pulsating as you spasmed on air, you wanted your turn to please him. So as your legs wobbled uncontrollably, he’d tap that cock against your folds to drum out the remainder and smack the back of your thighs to quell you. “Fuck..that was beautiful.” But you were determined to evoke the same reaction from him. Glaring at him with your lip tucked between your teeth, you’d reach to rub on him. “Something you want, miss (y/n)? What’s on your mind?” And you’d make it very obvious..

“Let me suck that dick..clean you off a little.” Revealing with your palm gently clutching his shaft..he was sensitive so you’d probably make him come with only a few gentle licks but you still wanted to return the favor for all of the pleasure he had given you. Helping you onto the floor, he’d sprawl his legs out and allow you to move in between his legs. He didn’t need to tell you what to do or guide you along. Instead, he’d stretch his arms out to the back of the couch and let you do your thing. Placing your hands onto his thighs, you’d flick your tongue up and down his tip, popping it in and out of your mouth. Soon, you’d have the entirety of his cock drenched in your saliva. Along with your pretty face; not giving a damn how sloppy you got. Kyo had, beyond the shadow of a doubt, never felt this good before in his life. The way you so delicately sucked and slurped on his shaft…looking into his eyes as you did so. Cradling his balls into your palms and gently squeezing for a little more sensation. He could barely contain himself! It certainly didn’t help matters any when you began to shake your ass while doing so..barely peeking out from underneath that hem. Fortunately, you’d help him reach his peak soon enough when you began jerking him off and engulfing his sack with your entire mouth. Alternating between the two; deep throating him one moment and massaging him the next. You could tell just by the way he twitched in the back of your throat that he was close. And if that wasn’t sufficient enough, his grunts and sharp breathing signified it all.

“Gonna come—fuck!” You didn’t say a word, only proceeding to suck him dry and before long, he had spurted all over your face and tits..coating both in the warm pearlescent cream. He couldn’t believe that he had released or had that much housed inside of him. It had been quite a while since he’d been with anyone so he really couldn’t help himself. But before he could apologize for defiling your features , he’d see a smile creep across your face. Even licking the remnants of him from your lips. “Tastes good.” And he knew from that moment on, he’d never find another woman quite like you! “Come here.” Pulling you up with a hand coiling your throat, your lips would connect for yet another kiss and deeply at that. You both still had a little left in the tank, even after going hot and heavy for a while now. But he had to see that ass in action…and he could tell that you were still hungry for more. Which may have been due in part to the alcohol in your system..wine tended to have that effect. So he’d promptly get you back onto the couch where he positioned you on all fours, putting that ass straight in the air with your back arched. Still stroking that sensitive member, Kyojuro made a wild request of you and you’d happily oblige. “Put your ass in my face, baby. Bounce it for me.” You knew he was quirky and strange sometimes but a freak too? You were going to have to keep him around. But even so, you’d allow him to bury both his tongue and face in between your backside as you clapped those cheeks against him. Releasing a loud gasp and whimper when you felt that tongue delving between your folds again and momentarily around your puckering hole. “Mmmphm! Fuck..that feels so good.” You couldn’t tell if it were the liquor or just how he got down, but either way, you were two seconds from falling in love. Giving you two heavy handed slaps on your bottom, he’d retract and instantly tug you back by the waist as he eased back in. Squelching noises arising throughout the room, soon followed by the sounds of clapping flesh. He didn’t even bother to take things slow. You were acclimated to his shape and it was obvious you were far past the point of not knowing each other's bodies. At the risk of not wanting to mess with your hair, he’d opt for your throat instead and begin to drill you from behind. Fingers clutched around that esophagus as you begged for more. “Fuck me, Kyo! Keep fucking me just like that!..” “Yeah? Like that, baby?” Both of your teeth gritted in pure ecstasy. In and out of that now sore cunt at rapid speed, you’d begin to feel him press into the pit of your stomach..leaving you completely unraveled. Tapping on the couch arm, you’d end up collapsing flat onto the sofa, where he’d resume the rest of those backshots with a hand placed into the small of your back and in a plank-like position. This man was going to be the death of you! But it would seem that he too was on his last leg and not before long, you’d hear the sound of him inhaling. He was reaching his limit as were you so you’d make the decision to come together. “Same time, okay?” “Okay!” Reaching that consensus, he’d desperately count down from three and when he reached the final number, it was as if something inside of you both just cracked…that final orgasm hitting you both like a freight train. For a moment, you couldn’t hear or see a thing. Just pure silence and blackness before coming back to. Pulling out just in the nick of time, he’d splatter your back with his last nut. Completely spent and worn out, (y/n) and Kyo fell lazily into one another’s arms and into more intimate kissing. You could stare into those eyes forever and he felt the same. The realization of what had transpired sank in and the two of you just began laughing.

“You know, you really are something else, miss (y/n)..” “I could say the same for you, Mr. Kyo.” Knowing that if anyone were to catch you right now, it might result in a bit of trouble. But as the storm raged outside and the power still hadn’t returned, it was apparent that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. So instead, you’d lie in each other's arms and try to come down from those highs. He’d gently and lovingly stroke your face, as if you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever spotted. “You know, I gotta be honest…I didn’t think you’d like me, miss (y/n). Girls like you? Way out of my league. To which you’d merely giggle and place another kiss atop his cheek. This man had no idea just how attractive he was. “You should have more faith in yourself, Kyo. Because you just so happen to be my type too, sweetheart.” Bopping the tip of his nose, which made him light up with excitement. It was safe to say that he’d be making many more stops at this old fast food joint. Whether it was work related or other, he’d be up for whatever was being served.

as long as you were on the menu.

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Bondage Blurbs: Demon Slayer Edition

Shinazugawa Sanemi, Rengoku Kyojuro x AFAB!Reader

I hath fallen back into Demon Slayer thanks to @nymphoheretic's works on the Hantengu Clones, so I feel like I should return the favor and see just what my writing muscles can do for writing characters I adore and have a love hate relationship with. Take a guess who has the pure adoration. First off, lots of flash here, this is an 18+ post. I repeat, this is an 18+ post, so, below the keep reading line is adult content. And I even added the fancy border for this because I'm not kidding. Reader discretion is advised. With all that said, kick back, relax and enjoy~ -Glitchtricks

Kyojuro adores tying his beloved flame up, wrapping them like a present for him to enjoy undoing over and over again, so one could only imagine the Flame Hashira's delight when you told him you enjoyed bondage. He swears he's not smiled so bright in ages!

Carefully weaving the red ribbon and golden ropes over your body, Kyojuro can't help the warm smile and soft praises that spilled from his lips as his fiery eyes trailed over you while his calloused hands worked away.

He gently laid the robes over your chest, squeezing your skin pleasantly, as if he imbued the material with his love for you, the ribbon's cool fabric being wrapped over your nipples and rubbing them gently, sending shivers up your spine. He trailed to rope and ribbons in such a way that held you in place in a mating press, arms firmly laced behind your back, leaving you bare to him. Kyojuro admired his handiwork, his gaze trailing over you with a pleased glimmer in his eyes. The way everything squeezed your pretty curves, your saccharine sweet smile on your flushed face, you looked like the greatest present the man has ever received in his entire life.

"You looks glorious, firefly." He cooed, leaning down to start lavishing your body with kisses. "Thank you for letting me do this to you, you have no idea how much this means to me." He added, beginning to discard his own clothes, revealing more skin to you. "Anything for you, Kyo. I like being tied up like this, I feel safe." You replied, ever so sweetly, making your beloved's chest swell with joy and adoration. "That will always, always be my goal, my love." Kyojuro replied, looking at you tenderly as he placed his hand over his heart. For as loud a man he was, you always seemed to quell even the most deafening yells that emit from his chest. He almost felt as though you would vanish if he was too loud during these intimate moments. "You always succeed, darling." You replied, letting out a satisfied hum as he pressed his lips to yours tenderly, eyes closing to taste the sweetness that always seemed to cling to his lips. Raising to his full height on his knees again, Kyojuro continued to discard his clothing, all up until you were greeted with the luscious sight of his large, muscular frame and erect cock. You couldn't stop eying him while biting your lips. He appreciated that side of you; you never were ashamed to look at him during moments like these. Leaning back over you, Kyojuro braced himself on his elbows and kissed you once more, perfectly slotting himself between your legs, which, as he had calculated, rested comfortable on his broad shoulders as he lined himself up with your dripping sex. Pulling away again, he looked down at you with a smirk, his eyes lidded. "Are you ready for me, firefly?"

Sanemi was never really one for bondage, if anything, he was more for vanilla sex, just using his body to make you lose any ability to think from how many orgasms he draws out of you. It's a bit of a pride thing, and frankly he just gets pissed, like, why would you want toys or anything like that, is he not enough? You weren't saying that when you came on his fingers this morning, so why the hell are you bringing up bondage? Despite his initial anger though, Sanemi still loves you, and will, begrudgingly, hear you out on your request to be tied up. He tilted his head and narrowed his lilac eyes before a smirk emerged across his scarred face. "Alright, but I'll be doin' what I want during it, got that?" He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Of course, 'Nemi, whatever you want." Oh dear, you are lowkey regretting that now. You gagged again as Sanemi thrusted his cock down your throat again, his hand gripping your hair tightly as he let out a growl, his teeth clenched at how great your tight mouth felt around him. Sanemi certainly fulfilled your wish of being tied up, and he even got a little artsy with it, which surprised you, really! You thought he'd just take one of his belts or one of your obis and tie up your wrist. Your eyes widened when you saw the thin, white braided ropes he had picked out. "Are you just gonna stare at them, or were you just trying to piss me off earlier?" He huffed, glaring at how you were eying the ropes as f he had just performed an act of necromancy. "No, no, not at all! I thought you were going to...actually take this seriously, you hate stuff like this..." "I'm doing this for you, okay? And if we're gonna actually go through with this shit, we're gonna do it right." Sanemi muttered, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. Just like that, you remembered why you fell in love with this man all over again. With that, a kiss was shared, you stripped yourself and allowed your boyfriend to get to work. He wove a complicated diamond pattern all across your skin, making sure to squeeze your breasts with the material with some smaller patterns on the skin there, the ropes rubbing against your nipples pleasantly. He had no intention of sinking into your pussy like this though, so he ensured to tie a sizable knot right over your clit so that you still got pleasure while he yanked you around. No one could say that Sanemi didn't think of you. Well, the could, but you'd punch them in the throat as a result. You were yanked back from your thoughts by the sound of one of Sanemi's groans, a telltale sign he was about to cum. He pulled you off his cock at the last second, cutting off his own orgasm, the man looking down at you with gritted teeth and drool streaming down one side of his mouth, his pupils blown. You gazed up at him in a haze, a moan soon being ripped from you as he yanked on the binding in the center of your chest, the knot tied over your clit moving. Sanemi yanked you up and down, making bounce on your knees and stimulating you with just that rope, whines and whimpers belonging to you filling the room; music to his ears as he began to smile evilly at how your slowly unraveled under those damned ropes you begged him for. "Consider this a punishment, princess. You're gonna be cumming on this stupid rope until I decide you've earned my cock back. Let's see how long you last until you realize that I'm better than any fuckin' toy you could ever dare think of."

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vraisetzen · 5 months

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𝑨 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 – 𝑲𝒐𝒌𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒐 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Summary: As Kokushibo does the laundry, he stumbles upon a pair of your underwear.

Tags: NSFW, 18+, Modern/KimeGaku AU, No use of (y/n)

Author's note: A short writing exercise. And I've been obsessed with writing about men jerking off lately...

It comes as little surprise that Kokushibo is fairly adept at doing the laundry – as Kibutsuji Muzan's designated secretary-slash-bodyguard-slash-handler, he is more than accustomed to managing his employer's collection of silk shirts with Italian labels and wool trousers with double pleats and monogram stitching along the inner lining.

When it comes to your clothes and his, Kokushibo has a system down pat, from sorting out dyed fabrics from his dress shirts, to polyester blends from cotton fabrics, and special netting bags for delicate garments. It was a language that only he spoke, with a frazzled attempt once on your part to take over the chores leaving him more than a little disgruntled as you turned his white boxers a darling shade of baby pink.

Hence, it has become a routine for him to find himself kneeling by the washing machine every Sunday, pawing through the laundry basket quietly and efficiently. His shirts and your pyjamas; your shorts and his gym towels. He tosses them into the washing machine, making a mental note to himself on how high he would have to set the water and rinse levels when he is finished.

And then, Kokushibo comes to your intimates – this is not foreign domain to him either. At this stage in your relationship, he is more than familiar with what you wear: the wireless bras, a unisex thong that your friends gave to you as a joke on Singles' Day, lacy pieces that you wear infrequently on special occasions. Kokushibo finds nothing embarrassing about this; he has already seen you in a far more revealing state, and this is, once again, routine.

What is not routine, however, is the strange curiosity that takes root inside him as he holds your panties in his hand, pausing for a long second. It is nothing special – a grey hipster that is a little loose around the elastic from wear – but Kokushibo hesitates as he lingers just over the metallic ring of the laundry drum. Perhaps it is the piece's simplicity; something you throw on without caring for seduction or looking pretty, something that is just there as you go about your day, beneath your clothes, something you hardly think about.

Kokushibo turns the underwear inside out, where there is a slightly darker mark on the crotch, the remnants of you on the cloth. A shot of arousal twinges through his cock as he wonders if you have ever fantasised about him while wearing this particular pair, staining the cotton with your wetness while you are at work.

Did your cheeks flush with the thoughts of him pummeling into you, stifling your moans through clenched teeth and bitten lip? Did you need to excuse yourself from the presence of your colleagues, escaping into the bathroom, checking each empty stall before choosing the one at the end? Did your hands tremble as you fumble with the lock, before pressing your back up against the door as you lift your dress up and slide your fingers into your aching depths?

Kokushibo presses his nose up against the underwear and inhales, and is greeted by the faint scent of sweet-salty musk – the same notes that he finds when he dives between your legs. His hand reaches for the tent in his trousers, rubbing himself through his sweatpants. This feels wrong – debased, even; jerking off to your underwear like some pervert lurking around the laundromat.

And truthfully, if he wanted, needed, you so badly, then you are but a text or a phone call away; but as Kokushibo growls into his hand, thinking about the silky wet of your folds, the threads of glistening juices that clings to his fingers as he strokes your cunt, there is very little regard on his part on what is right. And right now, he is stroking himself swiftly and firmly; it is not like how you do it, with your languished motions and endless patience for teasing out his pleasure – but he is not here for prolonged foreplay. The rough texture of his sweatpants makes for excellent friction, and he runts up against his hand, angling himself precisely to glide his cockhead over the fabric.

It does not take long for him to climax, and he does so with a jerk of his hips and a ragged growl into the inside of his boxers. A dark patch blooms over his sweatpants, mirroring the faint mark on your underwear, and for a few seconds Kokushibo simply stares down at his lap, dazed by the quickness which he brought himself to completion. His cock is still twitching weakly as he thinks of you, and what you will say if you were to come through the doors right now, arms full with the groceries for the week ahead. Will you scold him for making a mess? Or will you let him bend you over the washing machine, paper bags and laundry basket equally forgotten?

Alas, these questions will have to wait as Kokushibo gets up on shaky feet. He pulls off his trousers and boxers with his clean hand and washes them in the basin; and when he comes back, he gives the offending piece of garment – that wicked, ordinary pair of grey panties – a final look before chucking them all in the wash.

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megantrancyfanfics · 2 years

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Blood lust | Demon Rengoku x f! Reader x Akaza

This is going to be a LONG story, buckle in. If you’re here for a smut with no plot this isn’t your book.

Warning: Rengoku being a whiny needy baby for the first half before Akaza shows up, Voyeurism, oral (receiving and giving), mentions of biting, cream pies, 3some (no boy x boy), double stuffed (2 dicks, 1 pussy) degrading, pet names “our angel”, “angel”, marking, overstimulation, a bit of spit play, bit of blood play.

This story is not for the faint of heart, it’s not a gentle lemon. This story is rated 18+ for a reason. Minors and ageless blogs please do not interact. You’ve been warned.

Tags: @animupiglett enjoy your feast

Umai❤️‍🔥

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Being in love with demons does have its perks, you get to spend the whole day with them, most of the time it’s cuddled down in bed with them sleeping beside you, you never have to worry about getting hurt, if you do, whether it be a demon or human, they won’t live to see the next day. Plus the biggest perk is..you get the whole bed to yourself at night.

People would think that dating a demon would be scary, and having 2 is just begging for death, but they’re so sweet and gentle with you. No matter what they’re willing to do anything for you, and you’re willing to do anything for them. You help them with their ruts, you’re there for their rants about how something didn’t go their way, you’re there through thick and thin.

Rengoku is a bit of a handful though. Since he is a new demon, it’s harder for him to control his urges. Akaza would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried about Rengoku accidentally hurting you, so he keeps a close eye on the new demon.

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It was around 7:45 am, the sun just starting to light the dark sky. Making the once dark sky, turn into a light grey. Fog covering the land. You stood by the window, waiting for your demons to return home. It was cold. You were still in your silk nightgown that came to the top of your knees. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, one of your spaghetti straps falling off your shoulder.

“I have returned.” You heard Rengoku said darkly as he came in through the window.

You looked at him, smiling softly as you spoke. “Good morning Rengoku. How was the ni-mm!” Rengoku grabbed your face and quickly slammed his lips onto yours. His tongue exploding every inch of your mouth, making you letting hums of pleasure before he pulled back, his hands sliding from your cheeks down your arms before he picked you up, walked over to the bed and threw you onto it. He climbed on top of you, his eyes staring down at you hungrily before he started attacking your neck with sloppy kisses, and bites. You looked over at your calendar, tomorrow was a full moon. Rengoku was experiencing blood lust.

Blood lust effects all demons, regardless of their rank, but normally the higher rank demons are able to compress their blood lust and continue with their night just fine, while the lowers suffer.

“I want you, I want you so bad.” Rengoku practically whined out. His hands went down to the hem of your nightgown, pulling it up, before detaching his lips from your neck to pull it completely off of you. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He complimented before going down to your breasts. He latched onto your nipple, swirling his tongue around it, as his other hand worked on gently pulling the nipple and kneading your breast. He then decided to mark your chest. The bites were harsh, but not enough to break skin.

“It hurts..” he said out of breath.

“It hurts?” You asked sitting up on your elbows. You balanced on one elbow as your other hand you brought down to his clothed cock. A whimper escaped his lips as he bucked his hips into your hand.

He nodded his head before sitting up, and removing his pants and underwear. You sat up as well and got onto your knees before getting into a doggy style position. You spit on his tip, before taking your hand and jerking him off. Rengoku let out a loud groan as he threw his head back as he took off his shirt.

You don’t think you’ve ever felt this man so hard before. You kitten licked his tip, abusing his hole, making him whimper and softly buck his hips, a sign he wanted more. You slid his tip into your mouth, his cock twitching at your warm wet mouth slowing making its way to the base of his cock.

“F-fuck yes oh my god please make me cum” he begged, grabbing a handful of your hair before bucking his hips into you.

Your eyes quickly filled with tears as you gagged, earning groans and moans from your man. He loved the feeling of your throat tightening around his tip.

“P-please forgive me for being so rough..” he whines out. You look up at him, watching his muscles flex, his cheeks red, as his mouth hung open, as sounds continued to fill the room.

“O-oh fuck I’m cumming” Rengoku mumbled out multiple times as his hips became sloppy and faster.

With one final push, and one final moan of pleasure, the back of your throat was coated in thick, hot, white ropes of rengoku’s cum.

When Rengoku pulled back, your face hurt. Your poor lips puffy and red, your cheeks tear stained as rengoku’s cock twitched, still rock hard.

A tch was heard by the window, both yours and rengoku’s head snapped towards that direction to see Akaza sitting in the windowsill, watching the two of you.

“Rengoku your blood lust can be smelled for miles.” Akaza comments before getting off of the window, shutting it, and walking towards the bed, his eyes fixated on your face.

“My poor angel.” Akaza cooed placing a hand on your cheek, his face looking apologetic before he turned his head to look at Rengoku, his eyebrows forced together.

“You. How dare you treat our angel this way? Look at her. You abused her.” He looks back at you, bringing his face close to yours. He spoke softly. “Do you want me to satisfy you, dear? I can smell your arousal. I promise to be gentle.”

You nodded. Akaza’s face softened before quickly kissing you. As much as he loved your kisses, he knew your lips were probably sore, and he didn’t want to hurt you.

“How about you lay down and get comfy? I’ll take good care of you”

You nod, before laying down on the bed, and spreading your legs. Your eyes shifted from Akaza to Rengoku who was looking down at your wet cunt, biting his lip. Akaza made Rengoku move to your right side so he had room to lay down and focus all of his attention on you. Akaza looked at you for a second, a soft smile on his face before his tongue rubbed playful circles around your entrance before flattening his tongue and going up to your clit. He latched his lips around the sensitive ball of nerves, swirling his tongue around it, every once in a while sucking it until he had your legs shaking. Once he started abusing your entrance with his tongue, Rengoku decided he wanted to join into the action by abusing your nipples.

It didn’t take long to feel that familiar knot tightening up in your stomach. Akaza had your legs shaking with how much he was abusing your clit, your mind was almost completely blank, but you were able to choke out that you were close before cumming on his tongue. Once he cleaned you up, he sat up.

“Good girl” he cooed. He opened his mouth to say something else but Rengoku cut him off.

“I want to taste her too.”

“Be my guest.” Akaza said, switching positions with the fiery haired man. “Be gentle with her, she’s going to be sensitive.”

Rengoku nodded, before lifting your legs up, his fingers digging into your legs as he attacked your sensitive clit. You threw your head back, letting out a moan, before locking eyes with Akaza.

“Kiss me Akaza..” you whined out.

“But your lips are bruised, won’t me kissing you hurt?”

“No, Akaza please.” Akaza smiled and kissed you. Who was he to ignore his angel’s please and wants? You wrapped your arms around his neck, your tongues exploring, and playing with each other’s until rengoku’s fingernails dug so deep into your leg it broke skin. You pulled away from Akaza, letting out a quick “ow”, which made Akaza look down at you with fear in his eyes. “Ow? Why ow? What hurt- your bleeding. Rengoku! Stop what you’re doing why is she bleeding?! Don’t lie to me I can smell her blood!”

Rengoku ignored Akaza, and pulled away from your clit to lick the blood coming from your thighs, allowing his teeth to graze your thighs, creating more blood for him to devour. Tears filled your eyes, as it felt lily little razors cutting into your skin.

“Rengoku stop you’re hurting her.” Akaza said once again, the anger in his voice being heard clear as day.

“Shut up and stop telling me what to do.” Rengoku barked at him, sitting up, he took his fingertips and hit your cheek twice, signaling for you to open your mouth, you did, allowing Rengoku to spit inside your mouth before commanding you to swallow it. And you did, you were in no position to disobey right now. You could taste your blood and arousal, it made you frown, it tasted awful to you, yet it tasted better than anything in the world to Rengoku. Before you could even register what was going on, Rengoku lifted your ass off the bed a little, before lining his cock up with your entrance and angrily shoving it in. You let out a gasp, as Rengoku wasted no time to start pounding into you, the tip of his cock kissing the tip of your cervix. Rengoku was so obsessed with needing to cum again he wasn’t even caring the littlest bit about you.

Akaza watched as your brows knitted together, and you bit your lip. You were not enjoying this in the slightest. He was pissed, and he felt bad. If he tried to step in now he was almost certain Rengoku would try to kill him. So, Akaza did the only thing he could do, he slid his hand down to your clit and gently started rubbing it, hoping to equal out the pain and pleasure. You moaned, in both pleasure and pain. Rengoku was once again digging his fingernails into your legs. The room was filled with moans, your eyes once again connected with Akaza gaze.

“Do you want to use my mouth?” You whined out, making Akaza smile softly before replying. “No angel, your mouth is sore I can tell, I’ll get my fill in a little bit I promise I’m ok.” With a kiss onto your forehead, Rengoku let out a low groan, his hips slapping into you sloppily before you felt him come to a stop, his cock twitching inside of you as he came. Once he caught his breath, he pulled out and flopped onto the bed. Rengoku and Akaza looked at each other, Rengoku looked at you then back at the pink haired man as a way to signal it was his turn.

“You don’t mind if I take my turn now, do you angel?” You shook your head no, as Akaza shifted over to between your eyes. As much as he was upset with Rengoku for making your cunt puffy and red, and being selfish, he had to admit that seeing rengoku’s cum leak out of you was such a turn on.

Akaza quickly removed his pants before slowly shoving his cock deep inside of you, making you let out a gasp of pleasure when he finally bottomed out.

He slowly thrusted in and out of you until he saw in your face that you were adjusted, he then started to fuck you just the way you like it: fast and rough.

Your eyes filled with tears, your cunt overstimulated when the vein on akaza’s cock rubbed your g-spot. Your legs shook from overwhelming pleasure until you were crying out that you were close. You couldn’t hold back, when your orgasm washed over you, your eyes rolled back into the back of your head as Akaza pumped his hot sticky cum into your cunt before pulling out, and catching his breath.

Akaza looked over at Rengoku, who’s cock was once again rock hard. Rengoku bit his lip as he sat up.

“Y/n, c’mere.” He stated as he watched you crawl over to him, he sat up, only enough so his arms could support him as he made you get on top of him. He rubbed his cock on your folds that had mixes of yours,his, and akaza’s cum before shoving his cock inside, then looking at Akaza.

“C’mon, let’s try something new.” Rengoku said. Akaza raised an eyebrow as he went behind you. “Let’s double stuff her. Let’s make her never want to take us 1 by 1 again.” He says with a smirk.

“Do you think she can handle it..?”

“She will. She’s our toy at the end of the day, now c’mon or I’m going to cum by her walls clenching down on my cock.”

Akaza swallowed hard before lining up. He muttered a quick apology before shoving his cock into your dripping cunt to.

You gasped, the burning sensation you felt was unreal. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you were in unbelievable pain. Rengoku did try to help by rubbing your clit and it did help. After around 5 minutes, the burning started to subside and the boys started moving.

You whimpered, the feeling was so unnatural. Rengoku pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in again, making you let out a gasp before a loud moan, giving Rengoku the signal that you were no longer feeling pain. His thrusts were almost inhuman, as for Akaza, his thrusts were fast, but not keeping up with Rengoku at all.

You couldn’t shut your mouth, moan after moan poured out of your mouth. Rengoku was rubbing your g-spot over and over, causing your body to spasm and shiver. Akaza was whispering sweet compliments to you between grunts and soft moans.

Your orgasm built up faster than it ever had before, your moans turning more into whines, telling the men that you were close. A few more thrusts, and all of you were cumming together at once. The room was filled with one final satisfied moan and grunts from everyone.

Akaza pulled out first, then Rengoku moved you slightly so his cock could fall out. Akaza got to watch a massive stream of both his and rengoku’s cum come out onto rengoku’s hips.

You were beyond exhausted, everywhere hurt. You could barely keep your eyes open, let alone understand anything anyone was trying to say to you.

“I think we should all get a shower together, treat y/n’s wounds, then head off to bed.” Akaza said, earning a nod from Rengoku.

And that’s exactly what they did. After the shower they cleaned every spot rengoku made bleed, before climbing into bed and treating you like a princess. Akaza was in front of you, rubbing your cheek with his thumb, and thanking and praising you for being such a good angel for them, while Rengoku went between rubbing/scratching your back, and playing with your hair, every once in a while complimenting you.

It didn’t take long for any of you to finally pass out from exhaustion.

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comatosebunny09 · 11 months

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intermission | r. kyojuro

cw: nipple sucking, language, modern au, needy!kyojuro

He’s a needy little thing, red-faced and pouty-lipped whilst he stands in the doorway of your home office. His gaze is downcast to his feet as he toys with the drawstrings of his joggers. Uncustomary of him, no?

“What’s up, love?” queried over your monitor, the clacking of your keyboard petering out as a smile dons your lips.

You have an inkling of what he needs if the pretty shade of rouge inhabiting the tips of his ears is anything to go by. But, you’re a devious little shit who gets a thrill out of making him beg. It isn’t often that your husband subjects you to this side of him, all squirmy and avoidant.

His oncoming laugh is nervous and light, tugging a smirk onto your face. You watch him work his tongue around an excuse momentarily, his incandescent eyes flitting every so often to the deep cut of your tank. A pang shimmies through the pits of your gut. God, he can be the cutest thing when he wants.

Catching on, you carefully shut the lid of your laptop. Quietly maneuver yourself around the desk, padding over to your husband to encase his hand in yours. It’s warm and saturated with sweat as you lead him to the futon tucked into the office’s alcove. The leather squeaks beneath you whilst you plop down, legs cross, grin shit-eating.

He falls into the space beside you, averting his stare to the flatscreen mounted on the adjacent wall. You bite back a doting coo. He’s just the sweetest thing. You could never deny him the simple pleasure of your body, especially when he comes to you with his defenses buried in the sand. And, of course, he makes you weak-kneed with how shy he becomes when matters of the flesh are involved.

As if it’s second nature, you drag the hem of your tank top skyward, your breasts springing free from the restrictive cloth. Your top tucked beneath your chin, you reach for your husband. “Here,” you say, a tender hand at the nape of his neck, drawing him closer to your chest. “Suck.”

His gaze flicks to you momentarily, silently asking if this is alright. You nod, relaxing against the sofa whilst a mop of feathery, blond hair nestles into your lap. He gives you one final look, offering you an out. When you make no move to push him off, his lashes shutter, and he takes your hardening nipple into the hot suction of his mouth. Your approving moan causes an eager hand to knead the lonely, doughy flesh of your other breast.

Pleasure burrows deep into the center of your thighs. You bite your lip against the swell of it, your head thumping against the headrest. He suckles on your teat like a man starved, occasionally lapping at your nipple and adding the perfect amount of teeth whilst his thumb skates over the other. You gently cup his cheek, observing through hooded lids as your husband delightedly samples from your body, his airy little keens tickling your ears.

A grin rounding your lips, you proceed to comb through locks of marigold, fondness dancing alongside ecstasy in your belly. This break is much needed for you and the love of your life if the wet suckling and needy groans are any indications.

#rengoku x reader #kyojuro x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #demon slayer fanfic #kny fanfic #kny reader insert #rengoku smut

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char-chats · 1 year

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Insecurities

SFW (gender neutral)

CW: slightly hateful words

Genya:

You've always doubted yourself when it came to most things you felt weak, useless, and like an outcast. You just felt like every time you tried to help you made it worse.

When you told your parents that you were thinking about joining the demon slayer corpse they laughed In your face telling you , you'd die within a couple seconds.

This didn't stop you! Sure at times you've thought about giving up, but proving everyone wrong and seeing the look on there faces to see that you've succeed in your goal kept you going

When you met Genya you almost immediately fell for him. You really also really admired Genya.

He was so strong, polite, kind and tough, so when he confessed to you all nervous and blushy, you where excited, confused, happy , so many emotions all at once. He was yours and you where his.

Genya took care for you, you loved it and hated it. It made you feel weak, at some point in the day you and Genya were walking through the town when Genya stopped to buy something from this mini store.

As you where waiting outside you over heard a group of women and men talking about how Genya looks to good to be with you, to strong, tall to better to be with someone like you, weak

You felt all lump in your throat form and your eyes blur as tears form. That's when Genya stepped out smiling but quickly changed when he saw your sad expression.

"What's wrong?" He asked worriedly you shook your head and looked away "let's talk at home" he nodded his head and grabbed your hand running his callous thumb over your hand. So you two walk home in silence.

The walk home seems so long but when you finally arrived at your shared home and sat down on your bed ...and finally letting it all out

You broke down letting all the years of built of sadness out Genya was shocked and quickly went to comfort you, sitting next to you and wrapping his arms around you.

"What's wrong?! Did someone say something to you? " you shook your head taking a deep breath in and looking down.

"I.. I feel so useless all the fucking time.. Like I'm this little weak thing that can't do anything right... Your so much better than me, your stronger, tougher, just ... Better.. I look fucking pathetic standing next to you"

Genya cupped his hands on your red cheeks and looked at your teary eyes " [Name] I love you so much, you're not useless at all... How could you think that. Being useful doesn't always mean being strong or strength in general. It could mean mentality, you are so sweet and give amazing advice.

You listen to me and the others and really help us get through our issues.I admire you so much... I don't know what we'd do without you." Hearing those words were all you need to hear, that's all you wanted to hear, and you finally got to hear it.

You looked at Genya and hugged him tightly crying even harder soaking his shirt. Genya gently hugged you resting his chin on your head, rocking you back and forth slowly.

When finally the tears stopped Genya lifted his chin off your head, cupping your cheeks and kissing your forehead "come on let's go make some food, I'm hungry" you chuckled and nodded your head taking your hand into his.

Muichiro:

You grew up in a household where you had to be the highest achiever. You've always felt as if you where nothing as if you have achieved nothing in your life.

You had to be the best at everything, not good but the best of the best. You didn't even want to join the demon slayer corpse, in fact you where scared shitless. You just wanted your parents to be proud of you ,so you joined anyway.

And when you came back home from your training, all you got was "so when are you going to become a Hashira?" That's okay you could do better and you would! You could do it! So you pushed your self.

You first met Muichiro because you applied to be his Tsuguko and he accepted. You and him would often talk, well mostly you. Laying down on the grass and staring up at the fluffy clouds. He would listen and put his thoughts here and there, and sometimes would laugh. He enjoyed spending time with you and so did you.

He was so hard working, logical and a genius he became a Hashira within two months at 14, you felt like such an idiot for taking a year to finish your training then another year to become an official Hashira.

So when you gathered up the courage to confess to him you thought he would look at you blankly and walk away. But instead he smiled and the took your hand into his and said "I feel the same way [Name]". It seemed like time had stopped and you felt so many emotions all at once. Mainly happiness

You and Muichiro where sitting in the estates garden, you where talking about how you thought how beautiful the flowers where and all the different types of flowers, while Muichiro nodded and smiled.

That's when you spotted two demon slayers not to faraway looking at you. "Hey [Name] I'm gonna go get a snack I'm a little hungry, would you like anything?" you shook your head no "okay, I won't be to long" he smiled.

You looked down at your hands still feeling the gaze of the two slayers. "Hey, you're [Name] the new Hashira, aren't you ?"You looked up to see the two demon slayers now standing in front of you.

"Oh, um yeah" they both looked at each other and laughed, you furrowed your eye brows "Is something wrong? Er-". "Oh come on, do you really think Muichiro actually likes you?"," Yeah, he only said yes because he feels bad for you, I mean look at him he's better looking and he became a Hashira in two months. Then there's you.. Two years it's fucking pathetic, you'll never be up to his level".

Then they walked away, you where at a lost for words what the fuck just happened.. I mean what the fuck...I mean they were just demon slayers not Hashiras..But..Maybe they where right.. You'll never be good enough, never be up to his standards. It was all to much and you let the tears fall.

"[Name?....] You looked up quickly whipping away your tears, "what happened?" He sat beside you gently taking your hands into his. Oh no you felt tears at the brim of your eyes again "come on talk to me... I'm listening"

You took in a deep breath "I will never be up to your level no matter how hard I try.. You're just so good looking.. And a genius over all I mean, you became a Hashira in two months and it took me two years!

You looked down in shame not wanting to see his reaction to this. What if he thought you were stupid for saying all this. Where you too much for him? Did you say too much? There were such "what if's" going through your mind.

Bu your thoughts where all silenced when he lifted your chin to make you look and him. And took your hands into his and said "Honestly.. I thought you where the one too good for me, I admire your resilience, I don't know how you do it sometimes. Me taking two months while it took you two years doesn't mean anything. Just because you took longer then me doesn't mean your lesser than me. It's okay to take longer then someone else, I can be good at fighting but you can be way better at it, we all have different strengths and weaknesses. "

Yeah. All you needed was words of kindness, caring words. He cared and it showed he loved you he truly did. He thought no less of you in fact he thought more of you. You then leaned in and kissed his left cheek "thank you, Mui" you said with a smile

Muichiro cheeks turned bright pink and looks away "yeah no problem.. " he trailed off. "W-well, I tried to learn some origami want to come and see?..." You shook your head yes happily and he got up and held out his hand, so you took his hand walking to his place.

#genya headcanons #x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer smut #kny reader insert #kny #kny muichiro #muichirou #tokitō muichirō #muichiro x y/n #muichiro x reader #muichiro fluff #kimetsu muichiro #kimetsu no yaiba kanroji #genya my beloved #kimetsu genya #shinaguzawa genya

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the-head-ancho-chilli · 2 years

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The Hashira reacting to your fear of spiders

Quite a self indulgent post, as I am currently sleeping in the basement so I can beat the summer heat. However I keep finding spiders which is awful because I hate them too T_T

Post is just as the title says, hope that you enjoy ^^

Word Count: 3.5k~

Mitsuri Kanroji

You would think that as one of the strongest Hashira that she wouldn’t be intimidated by insects

After all, she is pretty close to Shinobu and Obanai

Surely this sweetheart would be able to save you from this predicament!

Well you thought wrong

From the second she lays eyes on you cowering in the corner staring at the ceiling in horror, concern washes over her

“Aw baby, are you alright? Are you hurt?”

Until she follows your unmoving stare to find the spider you’ve been glaring at this whole time

A shriek is ricocheting all around the building’s interior as Mitsuri scrambles to the opposite corner, nearly knocking over the small table in the process

“Sweetie, there’s a spider” You warn nervously. Mitsuri is biting her nails as she frantically looks at you and the spider over and over. “How do we get rid of it? I don’t want to touch it!!!”

Turns out Mitsuri hates spiders too

Kind of ironic for the Love Hashira, don’t you think?

Both of you try to throw objects at the spider to hopefully kill it without ruining the ceiling

Mitsuri isn’t even close to hitting the spider because her throws aren’t even reaching the ceiling, she keeps severely underestimating her tosses because she is afraid to cause more damage

Now you’re both stuck

You end up chucking a newspaper at it, causing the spider to scurry a couple inches to dodge the roll of paper

This freaks both of you out, leading to Mitsuri clinging to you as you both run out of the room

Eventually one of Mitsuri’s cats will wander into the room and take care of the problem for you both

You now have an ally in your arsenal :)

Obanai Iguro

It’s no secret that Obanai loves creepy shit

He loves horror, foggy days, and Halloween is probably his favourite holiday

Obanai even has Kaburamaru around, he’s for all things spooky

When he walks in to find you cowering away from a spider on the table near your cup of tea, his reaction surprises you

He’s lowkey offended

“Are you kidding me” “Just get rid of it Obanai”

He just doesn’t understand why you’re afraid of them

“Explain it to me first, you’re being ridiculous” Obanai groaned with a glare. “I just hate them, they’re creepy and they can jump at you” “Oh, so if Kaburamaru was a snake you would hate him too?” You could feel your eye twitch at that response. “That’s not the same thing cause he’s a snake, you idiot!”

Now look at who’s being unreasonable

Obanai would probably interrogate you for a few minutes before reluctantly catching the spider and releasing it outside

Of course he does this with his bare hands

When he returns to you calming yourself down, he gives you a firm pat on the shoulder while you focus on your breathing

“It’s not that big of a deal, you’re bigger than it anyways” “Wash your damn hands, you sadist” “Rude”

He’ll probably just leave the interaction like that and not think much of it

However if he sees that you’re genuinely hurt from his part with the incident, he’ll give you a hug and apologize

“I should’ve done better the other day, I was disrespecting you and your fear” He whispers while awkwardly holding you close

He’ll make it up to you eventually, but he still seems annoyed by your hatred for spiders

But he knows that it surely comes within good reason

Just give him time

Tengen Uzui

Immediate laughter was heard from all across the estate

Here you were, in Tengens arms after you found a spider in the cabinet while the two of you were in the middle of dinner

The spider sat on the container of salt you were going to add to your stew, but you ended up leaping at the Sound Hashira in an effort to get away from the eight legged bastard

Tengen instinctively carried you as he searched for whatever spooked you, but he had howled with laughter when he found what it was

"It's not funny, Tengen." "You're right honey, it's hilarious! Hahahaha!"

He was laughing so hard that his knees were pointed inward, struggling to hold himself up

Once he calmed down, he placed you off to the side to go remove the spider

You had a frown on your face, but you rolled your eyes and got back to cooking dinner

Tengen returned with a cocky smirk on his face, which didn't help soothe your irritation

"Another good day with my beloved saved by yours truly, man I'm good at this" He said while smoothing his hair

"Pfft, you're oddly smug for someone who just took a spider to a patch of grass" You quipped

"Is that so?" He rested an arm on the top of your head, leaning on you ever so slightly to show off his large stature. "I think you're quite picky for someone who's afraid of spiders"

You didn't say anything, soley focusing on getting dinner done

Tengen was concerned by his silence, thinking that maybe he had gone too far with his teasing

"Hey..." He whispered, resting one of your hands in his, bringing it up to his face to place a soft kiss on your knuckles

"No hard feelings?" He had a slight smile on his face, looking down at you while you softly tugged your hand away from his

You punched his arm jokingly with a playful smirk on your face

"For now..."

Sanemi Shinezugawa

"You're a fucking wuss" Sanemi groaned

He was in the middle of training only to be interrupted by you calling his name with panic in your voice

Running to you, he tore the door to living room with his blade drawn, only to find you pressed up against the wall

Looking around, he doesn't see anything but you still shook from where you stood

You directed him to the blanket you were using, where a joro spider sat with its bright green abdomen shining in the sunlight

Now here Sanemi stood, with his blade on the floor where he dropped it and had his arms crossed

"Kill it" You begged. Sanemi only raised a brow at you, but otherwise remained unmoving

"What's in it for me?" He said with a sly smirk on his face

You really didn't want to make any deals with the Wind Hashira

Not that he never kept to them, but rather that he requested the most ridiculous things to agree to your demands

"Ughhhh fine, what do you want?" You wailed. Anything to get the damn spider gone and get back to the book you were reading

Sanemi's smirk widened. "We're going hiking tomorrow"

You blinked at his bargain

"Deal"

Sanemi crouched down, and picked up the spider carefully with his bare hands

He was calm and quick about it so he was able to hold it in a manner that didn't risk him getting bit

"It's going to be a short hike though..." You pondered out loud

Sanemi stood up again. "What makes you say that?" He asked with his back to you as he headed outside again

This time you had a clever smile

"You never said how long this hike had to be"

Sanemi stopped suddenly, standing still in the door without a single inch of him moving

"Uhh, Sanemi?"

Sanemi turned to you creepily, an evil grin plastered across his state

A chill ran down you spine and you broke into a sprint, Sanemi chasing you with the spider around the training grounds

What an asshole

Shinobu Kocho

On the outside, Shinobu seems like a good person to go to

You shyly lead her to one of the empty wards, pointing to a spider resting on the wall near one of the beds

"Oh my! Are you afraid of spiders? Do you want me to take it outside?"

When you nod at her, still cautiously staring at the spider preventing you from completing your tasks around the Butterfly Estate, Shinobu doesn't waste a moment to save the day

"Alright! I'll take care of you my sweetheart~"

She is the Insect Hashira after all, so she can take care of this issue no problem

Easily traps it in a cup and placed her clipboard over it to prevent it from escaping again

When Shinobu returns, the spider is gone and her clipboard isn't with her

"That must have frightened you! Do you need to sit down? I'm here now"

Her face is beaming with a grin as you hug her, thanking her profusely for getting rid of the little terror

She's kind of surprised with how grateful you are, not really expecting such a happy glow to take over you

It leaves her kind of flustered

Little did you know that in the other room, the spider was seated on a desk still trapped in between the cup and the clipboard

Shinobu keeps the spider for a while without you noticing

At first she was going to use it to hopefully help you get rid of your fear

She thought that if she showed you the spider in a more controlled environment, like a small terrarium, that maybe you'll find it as interesting as she does

But the plan has changed after seeing your expression

Shinobu starts to release the spider every few days in places she knows you'll find it

She does it all for the giddy look on your face when she comes back empty handed, and the tight hugs you give in appreciation

She feels guilty for it, but she can't resist your embraces

By the second week, the other residents started to notice

The butterfly girls pulled Shinobu aside to convince her to stop scaring you unnecessarily

"That's so mean!" "How could you do such a thing?" "Apologize immediately!" The triplets lectured collectively

After explaining her intentions, Shinobu vows to the girls and herself to correct her wrongdoing

"Shino, where are you taking me?" "I don't want to spoil the surprise~"

She leads you to her study, where a small terrarium sat on her desk

"Oh you got a new pet! What is it?" You questioned ecstatically

Shinobu had a small smile on her face as she handed you a bag of mealworms

"It's a spider that I trapped two weeks ago. I wanted to see if I can help you ease your fear of spiders." Shinobu spoke calmly as she gathered two books full of annotations, flipping to some pages she had noted. "You don't have to love them, but I wanted to see if you could understand them. They are quite fascinating creatures!"

You two spent the day learning about spiders, and although you still hate them, you found yourself a little bit soothed by the interesting facts Shinobu shared

Admittedly, feeding mealworms to the spider she kept in the terrarium was kind of cool

Kyojuro Rengoku

Okay there are two options here

If he finds you with a small spider, he is like your knight in shining armor

“Don’t worry my love, I’ll remove the threat at once! You can count on me!”

Kyojuro will take a small cup and a piece of paper, calmly trap the spider, and take it outside with a smile on his face

He’s so gentle that it makes you question why you were afraid of the spider in the first place

When he comes back, he will lift you into his arms and hug you tightly while nuzzling his cheek into yours

“See? It’s not so bad! I’ll always be here if you find another, my love”

Will happily participate in anything you ask of him in times where you need more calming down

How endearing ^^

That is until you figure out that there is a second response to situation like these

Even heroes have their limits

Kyojuro comes home to find you calling out to him, in the bedroom this time

When he enters, there you are, pointing at a spider that’s as big as your palm sitting on the middle of your bed

“Kyojuro, you’re finally here! I was just trying to put away the linen from the…. Uh- Kyo? Are you okay?”

You’re absolutely floored to see the Flame Hashira standing there with his usual smile on his face, but he looked like a nervous wreck

Panic was in his eyes and this man was sweating bullets

“Oh, hahaha! I’m sorry my love, what did you need me for?”

Is he serious…

“Yeah there’s… a spider on the bed”

You couldn’t believe your eyes as his expression shifted from anxious to cold so smoothly

Kyojuro’s face was dead, devoid of his cheeriness, staring hollowly at the large spider that sat on his sheets

Then his face snapped back to a grin and pulled out a matchbox

“Kyo, what are you do-“ “Killing it with fire of course!” “WHAT???”

You had to drag him out to calm him down and convince him not to burn down the entire building

After Kyojuro returned to a more sensible state, he kindly asked his crow to eat the spider and led him into the room

Kaname gobbled it up and thanked his master for the snack

Yummy :)

Giyu Tomioka

Depends on how he finds the spider can drastically change his reaction

If he finds a spider by himself while minding his own business, he'll leave it alone

Completely unfazed by it

He'll only move it if he knows that you'll see it, but often makes truces with them over their existence

"I'll leave you alone if you leave me alone" Kind of deals here

But the second that you scream at the eight legged thing, Giyu smashes it and the surrounding area to get rid of the spider

For such a stoic guy, he went all out like it stole his cold soba

"It is done" Giyu mumbles, calmly wiping the remains and debris off his fist with a handkerchief

You found his confusion hard to believe when you backed away from his open arms, silently declining his affectionate offer

Frankly you now had more things to worry about now that the wall was destroyed, but at least the spider is gone

Giyu is lowkey proud of himself, thinking that he handled the situation well

By the third hole in the living room wall he finally questions if there's a more effective way of doing this

The way that he sees it, Giyu is completely okay with sharing a space with a spider because he does not fear them

This is why he has an unspoken truce between them and other bugs

But because you fear them, Giyu views the same spider as an immediate threat to your safety because YOU fear them

Which is why he attacked so strongly

After speaking with you about your fears around spiders a little more, Giyu now reacts more tranquil at your shrieks when you discover them

Now uses the sheath of his blade to prompt the spider to step onto the holster, and slowly brings it outside to set the spider down on a tree

Still isn't sure what to do when you're still a little freaked out after the interaction, but at least he's learning

Gyomei Himejima

Overdramatic as hell

You almost don't want him to take care of it for you, but the spider sitting on the door has effectively trapped you in your bathroom

When Gyomei opens the door to the bathroom you cowered in, his expression is the same but can't seem to find the reason why you called him over

"Is something troubling you?" Gently speaking in case any sudden movements scare you more

You whimpered “The door…”, shakily pointing at the door he opened

Gyomei enters the bathroom, closing the door behind him and uncovering the spider that got injured in the result of him entering

Two of its legs were bent the wrong way, twitching violently

The giant man before you immediately bursts into tears at the sight of the dying spider

"Oh, I did that. I'm so sorry little one, I didn't mean to." Despite how tranquil his words were, there was a steady river of tears on either side of his face

Your heart wretched at the gentle giant before you crying at the small creature

The spider was so small and jerked at every second, there was nothing you could do to save it

Gyomei felt it was necessary to put the spider out of it's misery, and ripped a small piece of a rag you kept in the bathroom and killed it right where it was

This caused Gyomei to cry even harder

You felt quite guilty about the whole situation, since you were afraid of spiders

What kind of threw you off was the funeral you held afterwards in the garden

You found it silly to throw a large funeral for such a small creature, but Gyomei answered the questions flooding your head before you even voiced them

"No creature is small enough to not be worthy of life" He said, praying silently with the beads around his clasped hands. "All of them are precious, all living beings are loved as long as I am around. Death is such a sorrowful thing"

Your silence didn't go unnoticed by him

"Why do you fear spiders? They're so small, and you're as large as I compared to them. Why do they trouble you?"

You tell Gyomei as much as you were comfortable with, he was nodding silently from where he sat next to you

His hand touched your shoulder softly, tracing his way to the top of your head where he stroked your hair

You leaned into his side, allowing him to wrap his arm around you as he patted your head softly

Perhaps you were too judgemental of Gyomei at first

The gentle giant was just sensitive, that's all

Muichiro Tokito

You might as well go to someone else

Muichiro is an amazing training partner and a great friend, but you have to admit that he's not going to be of much help

You had hung your haori on a railing when you got back from the lake with Muichiro since it had gotten soaking wet

Muichiro dropped it in the lake while you were packing up your stuff after enjoying some early morning training

When you returned to your haori after stopping at Ubuyashiki's estate for some guidance and food, you found a spider sitting ontop of where it layed on the railing

You froze where you were, sweat dripping from your temple and slowly backed away to return inside

"Muichiro?" You called. "Hmm" Muichiro was muching on some tempura at the table. "There's a spider... Could you get rid of it?"

Muichiro shoveled some more food into his mouth

"Let me finish eating and I'll do it" He said without even looking at you

You were skeptical, but you sat down and continued eating with him, occasionally talking in between bites

You had left to go speak with Kagaya about an upcoming mission, but when you returned to your haori again, the spider was still there

It was as if it was mocking you

Inside you found Muichiro, but this time he was doing some crafts, like making paper flowers and knitting lilac bouquets

"Muichiro, the spider..." "Hmm" He hummed again, still not looking at you

You sighed and walked back outside, seeing if you can wait for the spider to leave instead

You found that your haori was spiderless and warm from drying in the sunlight all afternoon

While the two of you walked back to the village on your way home, you both continued talking about whatever came to mind

"I think I'm forgetting something..." Muichiro mumbled

Keeping quiet, you didn't want to mention the spider on your haori earlier

You didn't want to make him feel bad about his forgetfulness

Thinking of ways to avoid the topic, you didn't realize that you were quite a bit in front of Muichiro until he put his hands on your shoulder suddenly

"Stay still for a sec..." "Huh? Oh, okay. Is there a leaf in my hair again?" His fingers gently pinched your upper spine

You turned around and immediately flew to the ground, scrambling backwards away from your friend

"Nah, just this spider on your haori" Muichiro mumbled with the same one you saw earlier

You were thankful that he caught it for you before you noticed it was on your back

He sat with you as you squirmed where you were, trying to get your disgust out of your system before you return to your respective estates

꒷꒦˚︶︶꒦꒷︶꒷꒦˚ ꒷꒦˚︶︶꒦꒷︶꒷꒦˚ ꒷꒦˚︶︶꒦꒷︶꒷꒦˚

Thank you for reading! This took a while to complete but I had a lot of fun writing it :D

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kakksart · 9 months

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Want me to prove it to you?

NSFW themes . +

Aged up Muichiro - 18+ (bottom Muichiro🙊)

You and Muichiro were both set out on a mission, and that mission was to clear out an area that was infested with demons. Each time you looked at him you saw his gaze fixated on you. He would look away anytime you caught him.

This would cause distractions for him whenever he fought a demon. He even got hurt when he wasn’t even fighting a ranked demon.

“Muichiro, are you alright?” You asked him, putting your hand on his shoulder and slightly tilting your head to the right.

“Oh! Yes, apologies.” He muttered, his cheeks turning a bit peachy. Something was a bit.. sluggish about him today.

Curiosity got the best of you.

“Muichiro, something is up with you, and you are gonna tell me.” You shot him a quick glare which resulted in him turning his head away.

“Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry if I did..” You frowned, moving beside beside him as your shoulders joined together.

“No, you didn’t.” His gaze started to move slowly downwards as he saw your chest rising and lowering in a bouncing motion as you ran.

No, wait. He can’t do this, right? It’s just being perverted! But just only your voice made him extremely sensitive. As his gaze continued he crashed into a tree that blocked his way.

“Muichiro! Watch out.-“ Is all he was able to hear before he fell down on his back. Sending a wave of pain over him.

You quickly went over to him and reached for his head. “Are you alright?” You asked with a frown on your face.

“ngh..- yeah, I’m alright..” He groaned as he felt stinging on his head. He could feel your warmth on his forehead as you checked it.

Out of instinct he grabbed your hands and clasped them together with his.

“I- oh, I’m sor-“ His sentence was cut off by you crawling on top of him.

“You’ve been quite sluggish this mission.. why’s that? Is something, or should I say someone bothering you?”

He immediately sat up as you took in all of his flushness in. If you would’ve sat there any longer you would’ve felt him getting excited.

“N-no, I just feel a bit tired is all. My crow has been assigning me too many missions.”

“No? Want me to prove it to you?”

He shook his head and you gave him your hand for support. Before he could even fully stand up you pinned him to a tree nearby.

“Don’t think I don’t know about your little secret. You know, I think about you in different types of ways as well..” When you said this, he immediately went star-strucken. Right now?

This is all knew to him. He’d never done this type of stuff before! And that’s why your there to guide him.

“Tell me, what about me attracts you so much? Is it my features or something else?” You asked, a bit intrigued on what his answer was gonna be.

“Your personality is just so kind and your such a sweetheart. Your features are also so nice.. The way you act around kids makes you so bre-“

“Enough.” You spoke before looking at him up and down. “Perfect..” You teased, looking at him as you said so.

You began to kiss his cheeks, neck, and chin.

“Stop teasing me..” He huffed out, his eyes half lidded as he stared at you. A pant escaping his lips.

“Oh? Well alright then..” You spoke softly, as if you were talking to yourself. You began to kiss his lips as if the world was ending.

He tightly closed his eyes. He felt like he was seeing stars around him, poor boy. You pushing up against him and your chest? That would make anyone flustered.

You began to unbuckle his pants before stopping mid way, putting your knee between his legs and grinding on his bulge making him whine a bit. You suddenly stopped and stepped back, leaving him seeing stars.

“Oh well, we have a mission to get to don’t we? So chop-chop and then maybe we’ll have extra time on our hands.”

You walked away from the scene, leaving him a mess and his breath ragged. Why would you leave so early? It only made him want you more. Or is that what you wanted?

He was completely out of it. His hair all messed up and his face red. He would’ve never thought that he would get bottomed by you, out of all people.

“Hurry up Muichiro!” You yelled out to him, causing him to wake up from his day dream and begin to run behind you. While he was thinking of this the whole mission you were peacefully doing your job with no problems as of nothing had happened between the two of you. But you would not be able to do a mission when you had that ‘extra time on your hands.’ later.

So I’m not that great at nsfw/themes so forgive meee!! 😵‍💫 But anyway, thank you so much for reading!! MWAA .

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bippiti · 2 years

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# RENGOKU EATING YOU OUT !

he’d eat you out like he was a starving man, not coming up for breath, just flicking his tongue over your clit again, and again; squelching sounds would bounce off the walls as he pushed his fingers inside of your cunt at a pace that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. he started to rut into the bed and moan into your folds, the vibrations causing you to get even louder. the noises you were making went straight to his dick, he couldn’t help it. he pushed your thighs apart further and quickened his pace when felt you begin to clench around him. he didn't let up, even when your thighs began to tremble, riding you through your orgasm before he ceased. he finally came up to breathe, slick glistening and almost dripping off his chin as his eyes sparkled.

“Wanna go again?”

likes n rbs are always appreciated!! <3

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forest-hashira · 2 months

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Too Much

hi everybody! since today is our girl shinobu's birthday (in the states, at least!), i figured it was the perfect time to post this fic! it's my piece for @satorini's Share The Love gift exchange! the prompt i chose was "comforting an s/o during an autistic meltdown" and is for @redlikerozez, so red, i hope you enjoy this! i am also autistic, so i used my own experiences with meltdowns as the basis for this.

read on ao3 here | wc: ~1.5k | cw: gender neutral reader, shinobu is referred to as reader's girlfriend, descriptions of overstimulation, emotional hurt/comfort (sort of, very light)

It really was all just too much.

Having completed your most recent mission, you had returned to corps headquarters, eager for both some rest and some time with your girlfriend, Shinobu. Though the two of you agreed to keep your relationship quiet and private, for the most part, it was far from a casual fling. You relied on each other for comfort and companionship, and spent as much of your time together as you could when you were both between missions.

Exhaustion weighed heavily on you as you approached the butterfly mansion, and you barely managed not to topple over when you stopped in the genkan to remove your shoes. There was more commotion inside than usual, kakushi around to help the girls with butterfly hair pins that fluttered from room to room. Before you could call out to anyone, ask if Shinobu had returned from her own mission, Aoi spotted you swaying on your feet.

“Are you badly hurt?” she asked, and her no-nonsense demeanor helped to ground you a great deal in that moment.

It took a beat before you fully processed her words, but once you did, you shook your head. “No, just some scrapes and bruises.” The younger girl nodded, but before she could say anything else, you asked, “Is Kocho here?”

“She’s tending to patients at the moment,” Aoi said, then softened a bit; apparently your disappointment was more obvious than you hoped. “But as soon as I see her again, I’ll let her know you’ve arrived. I’ll take you to a room where you can rest.”

You nodded again, following after her on heavy feet. The further into the house you stepped, the louder every noise grew, and the more all of your senses sharpened unpleasantly: you could practically feel the soft footsteps of everyone else in the mansion on the inside of your skull; the snippets of conversation you caught sent your skin crawling; every time a door slid open or shut was like a loud clap right in your ears; even the smell of the place – clean and vaguely herbal – had your stomach twisting itself into knots.

So lost in your own sensory displeasure, you didn’t notice when Aoi stopped walking, and you apologized after you bumped into her.

“Lay down for some rest” she encouraged, her brows pinched in concern. “I’ll inform Lady Kocho that you’re here.”

Unable to gather enough energy to properly answer the girl, you simply stepped into the room, climbing onto the nearest empty bed and collapsing onto your back, without even bothering to pull the blanket over yourself.

Not for the first time, all traces of sleep dissolved from your brain and body as soon as your head hit the pillow, though your exhaustion remained, settled into the very marrow of your bones. You closed your eyes, hoping maybe you’d be able to get some rest while you waited for your girlfriend, even if you didn’t actually fall asleep.

Unfortunately, though, closing your eyes did not make rest any easier; in fact, it only seemed to intensify all the sounds and smells that had already begun to grate on your nerves before you laid down. You decided to ignore it for now, focusing on your breathing, which you did your best to keep deep and even, but every inhale through your nose filled your head with more and more of the medicinal smell that had your stomach threatening to throw a fit. At the same time, every sound in the mansion seemed magnified, as if they were all happening right there in the room you’d been led to. Every breeze through an open window, every spoken exchange echoing in the halls, every cough or groan of pain from another patient, everything was working together to tip you over the edge, to overwhelm you in the worst way possible.

It’s too much.

Grabbing the pillow from beneath your head, you turned onto your side, your back facing the door, and hugged the pillow to your chest. You buried your face in the pillow, hoping it would help tone down the smell, and while you did find some mild success with that, the fabric of the pillowcase had its own scent that was distinct enough that it only further fried your senses. The hand not clinging to the pillow came up to cover your ear, and without even realizing it, you curled even further in on yourself, your knees pressing as close to your chest as the pillow would allow. Despite how odd the position was, you started rocking back and forth ever so slightly, trying anything you could to self regulate, though it was not helping as much as you hoped, and it wasn’t long until tears were soaking into the pillow case, your thought racing a mile a minute.

Too much, too much, too much.

The soft sound of your name pulled your attention slightly, but you couldn’t bring yourself to answer. You were vaguely aware of the door to your room being shut, as carefully and quietly as possible, before footsteps approached your bed.

“Can you open your eyes for me, flower?”

Shinobu, you thought, her familiar voice sending a wave of relief through your body. After a moment, you did manage to lift your face from where you had buried it in the pillow, your now-bloodshot eyes meeting her violet ones.

“There you are,” she greeted, a gentle smile on her face as she knelt at your bedside. “Feeling overwhelmed?”

You tensed slightly, then nodded, knowing logically that she wasn’t going to judge you for this – she never had in the past – but it didn’t make being seen in this vulnerable state any less anxiety-inducing.

She nodded back. “Sounds?” she asked gently, and you nodded again. “Smells?” Another nod. “Textures?” This time you shook your head, thankful that, for once, the feeling of your slayer’s uniform on your skin wasn’t adding to your painfully overstimulated state. “Alright, I can work with that.”

Next thing you knew, the Insect Hashira was offering you a bloom you knew she must have just cut from the garden; after a moment longer, it registered that it was your favorite flower she was holding towards you.

“Deep breath,” she instructed quietly, breathing in slowly and deeply to give you an example to follow.

Breathing in the delicate scent of the blossom helped push away the unpleasant smells caught up in your head, and the slow, deep breaths your girlfriend guided you through helped some of the tension melt from your shoulders, and you were able to finally unclench your jaw.

“Very good,” Shinobu praised, her small smile returning as she set the cut bloom on the bedside table. “Is it okay to touch?”

You hesitated a moment, then shook your head; you still couldn’t quite find your words, but it wasn’t anything that your partner hadn’t worked through with you before.

“That’s okay. Can I put the pillow back under your head? I think you’ll be more comfortable that way.” She waited until she received a nod in response, and she stood, being very careful not to actually touch you as she coaxed the pillow from your arms, fluffed it briefly, then placed it back on the bed after you lifted your head a bit to give her the space to put it down. “Better?”

“Hmm,” was the only answer you could manage, but she could tell that you were already more relaxed than you had been when she had entered the room, so she felt assured that she was helping you like you needed.

“Will you be alright if I leave for a moment to get you some tea?” The hashira watched you closely as she awaited an answer, and when you gave her yet another nod, she smiled, murmuring that she would be right back, then left the room, making sure the door slid open and shut again as silently as possible.

For the brief amount of time she was gone, you managed to unfurl from your position on the bed and sit up properly, legs hanging over the edge as you stared down at the floor, eyes tracing patterns in the hardwood.

Before she opened the door, Shinobu knocked lightly and gently called your name, and she smiled when she saw you sitting up on your own. “Can I sit?”

“Yes,” you said, patting the empty space beside you. When she lowered herself to sit on the bed, you smiled at her, murmuring a small thanks as she handed you a small cup of black tea, the rich scent helping further soothe your frayed senses.

The pair of you sat in silence for a bit as you sipped on your drink, only about an inch of space between your bodies. You set the cup on the bedside table once you finished the tea, and as you settled back into your spot, you lightly rested your head on her shoulder. “Thank you, my butterfly,” you whispered, melting further into her when her slim fingers worked their way into your hair, her nails gently massaging your scalp.

“Anything for you, flower,” she whispered back, dropping a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. “Get some rest now, I’ve got you.”

This time when you closed your eyes, sleep was quick to welcome you.

i know this is a pretty big shift from what i've been posting here up to this point, but i'm excited to get back into demon slayer again! i hope you all enjoyed this one as much as you enjoy my other fics, and that you'll continue to write anything else i write for demon slayer in the future (*cough* roaring twenties tengen *cough*)

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candiedwrath · 9 months

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.overdose ; ch - 0 : prologue snippet : sfw

rengoku kyoujurou x reader

word count ; .4

a.n. : i have no idea if i’ll ever actually get this fic out or continue to let it rotate in the microwave of my brain, but i figured;

heehoo, why not and at least try and see where this goes. i make absolutely no promises of getting this thing done, so enjoy what’s here for what it is, i guess. 🌸

“Hey, Kyoujurou, do you believe in reincarnation..?”

“Reincarnation..?” he softly echoed, eyes gazing at you with puzzlement.

It was as though he had been trying to make sense of what brought on the topic that you wished to gain his perspective on. For to him, it had come out of nowhere - out of left field almost. But given his condition, it registered eventually why the topic must have come up.

“The belief where you’re reborn as something or someone else when you pass away...”

The clarification on what you had meant caused him to hum in thought as he leaned back against the pillows that you had piled upon his infirmary bed, much to his dismay. He had already burdened you enough, but you had insisted on making him comfortable, regardless of how he had vehemently insisted you needn’t do so.

You had already helped in saving his life that night he had thought it was all over. For him, that had been enough… you needn’t have fret and cared for him further.

“I’ve heard of it, why do you ask?”

When he lifted his eyes to meet your gaze once more, there was a soft, but bittersweet smile that pulled at your lips. It was tight, almost forced. And while he may be dense on occasion, he didn’t fail to notice the pained look in your eyes, one that mixed with melancholy.

“Because when I die… I truly do believe I’ll be reborn and find you again, no matter what it takes.” From where you sat upon the edge of his bed, you reached over and gently took his hand in your own, holding it tight. “So when that happens, let’s promise to stay together, okay?”

The touch had been so warm… like an anchor to keep him tethered to reality.

To keep him tethered to you.

Nonetheless, he returned the hold just as tightly and gave you a soft, tender smile. For while he may not know what came after death, he never wished to be apart from you; not in this life, or the next.

“I do rather enjoy the sound of that concept, as far-fetched as it may be,” he admitted as he closed his eyes a little and leaned his weight against your shoulder, relaxing against you. “But as a promise to you, I’ll try.”

#x reader #kny x reader #rengoku x reader #kyojuro x reader #inspired by a vocaloid song bc i'm a simple bitch #idk how the fuck to write outside of rping but i'm try i n g #rengoku kyojuro #kny reader insert #kny rengoku #kyojuro rengoku #kyojuro drabble

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articfoxxxxsstuff · 2 years

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Hi guys! Finally the month of October is upon us and I know that plenty of authors will be taking the opportunity to churn out brilliant masterpieces for Kinktober if you know what I mean ;). As for me, I was doused with sudden inspiration to write an 'isekai'(time travel-ish)/dark soulmate fic, overflowing with angst featuring our beloved Rengoku and reader. Please turn your eyes away if you're not comfortable with the reader physically hurting herself (Only happens twice with valid reasons). The fic ended up turning a bit darker than I intended to. However do enjoy and drop a message!

With love,

Articfoxxxx

Title: Tell me that you're mine

Pairing: Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

One shot (7662 words)

Warning: Extreme Angst, physical and emotional pain, self inflicted wounds, blood, possessive/delusional Kyojuro, toxic relationships

Masterpiece blessed by @nana.yin.nana

A bit of extra information for those who are not familiar with the soulmate universe: In this story, the concept of soulmates exist in the form of tattoos. The names of their other half will appear on the exact body part as their soulmates.

If there was hope before, it was now just a tiny flicker against the raging storm called fate. With the open arms of a bright-eyed young child, she reached out, her fingers extending as far as she could to grasp the dying flame before it was fully extinguished.

"I apologise (your name) but I'm afraid I can't return your feelings." The Flame Hashira's unusually low voice reverberated through the quiet atmosphere.

"I see." (Your name) replied in a cracked voice while looking down on the grassy patch under her feet. At first, it felt like a million needles prickling deeply into her skin, drawing out all the blood from her flesh. Gradually she felt her entire body growing numb to the pain and everything else suddenly didn't matter anymore.

The normally clear outlines of people passing by eventually changed to form foggy black and white shapes that dissolved into the dull background.

The light-hearted sounds of the children laughing nearby at the playground faded into nothing but a quiet stillness.

Kyojuro's ember eyes flickered with pity as he watched the (coloured) hair woman in front of him struggling to keep herself together. He shakily reached out to touch her, a weak effort to console her but she skillfully avoided him by taking a step back. She didn't need his compassion for it was because of his kindness she had confused for love. How foolish.

"Why did you treat me like a lover then?" Her chin trembled as she demanded an answer in a much louder voice. A few droplets of tears welled up and escaped her beautiful (colour) eyes as she tried to wipe them away, failing miserably while doing so.

"I sincerely apologise for leading you on." His voice was laden with guilt, the same way his responsibilities as a demon slayer weighed down heavily upon his shoulders like a pile of immovable bricks. The golden-haired swordsman looked away uncomfortably as his face turned bright red. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't aware of the girl's growing affections for him, but he just couldn't promise her anything. He didn't have time for a relationship or a family. The world, the people and the demon corps needed him more than she did. She also wasn't his to begin with.

"Leave." She whispered burying her face into her palms. "Just... leave." Her voice growing softer like a hushed whisper.

The man reluctantly left without sparing the woman another glance.

Drip.

(Your name) turned to face the dark sky as the pitter patter of rain drops gently danced around her. Instead of avoiding the rain like any other normal person, she simply closed her eyes and just let the heavy beads of rain roll down her fragile body soaking up her crimson red kimono. Drop by drop the beads of water gently caressed her face, doing little to wash away her tears and filling in the cracks of her broken heart. She had finally gotten her answer.

Ever since that day (your name) began smiling a little less, especially in front of the flame Hashira, Rengoku Kyojuro. Whenever he was in the room, she would keep a respectful distance between them preferring the company of other quieter pillars. The woman would unfailingly place herself between the quiet Water and Snake Hashira both whose calm presence had often always greatly put her at ease.

It went without saying that everyone noticed that (Your name)'s eyes would often lose their usual focus during times when the flame Hashira's name was brought up. It then became an unofficial silent agreement between everyone to not mention about Rengoku's name in (your name)'s presence outside meetings from that day onwards. The young lady also stopped having conversions with the younger slayers, something she would often do in the past. Fortunately for her, her suddenly turned cold actions didn't deter them the slightest. If anything, it only made them seek her out even more to check on her wellbeing.

The flame pillar's rejection had left quite an impact on (your name). Unlike what she used to do in the past, she went out less and interacted only when required for example during monthly health checkups with the insect pillar. The gentle violet haired swordswoman would always find (your name) sitting in her clinic with a far-off look on her face. It was so obvious that the (colour) haired girl had been crying the night before but Kocho knew better than to ask about it.

"(Your name)?"

"Oh Kocho-san. Sorry I was just lost in thought." A strained smile found its way on the girl's face as she tried to stay focused.

The insect pillar watched her friend with a worried expression on her face while checking the girl's temperature.

'There she goes again.'

Staring into space had also become one of the (your name)'s bad habits as of late.

"(Your name) how are you feeling today?" The violet haired Hashira asked in a polite tone.

"I'm alright." (Your name) would always reply the same thing, always sounding as though she had something caught in her throat.

"Please take care of yourself."

"Thank you Kocho-san."

It did take some time for (your name) to grow accustomed to participating in monthly meetings with the Master and the other pillars but she eventually got used to it. The previous meetings held between Oyakata-sama and the 9 Hashiras which were previously a joyous occasion had now unfortunately turned into a dreaded event. (Your name) however fully understood her duty. As someone who had arrived in this era from the future, her service to humanity was to help prevent more unnecessary deaths with the knowledge that she had about this world.

She still remembered the day she first arrived in the world of 'Kimetsu no Yaiba'. It was on the day Rengoku Kyojuro was destined to die.

Flashback

The shrill sound of a train whistle caused (your name) to awake with a startled jump. The (insert age) year old girl let out a surprised gasp when she landed ungracefully on the hard brick floor of what seemed to be a bustling old train station.

'That's weird. Am I still dreaming?' She wondered aloud to herself as she watched countless passengers busily getting on and off the train compartments with their heavy luggages.

"Excuse me-" The disoriented girl was rudely cut off by what appeared to be a police officer.

"Stop thief!" The officer yelled and ran past her to chase after a disappearing shadow leaving the girl dumbstruck. She narrowed her eyes in disbelief at the ridiculous scene and decided to analyse her surroundings first before opening her mouth to ask for help.

This was definitely not 'home'. The girl deduced while taking note of the passengers' clothing and the old infrastructure of the train station. Despite having electricity, there were no electronic ticket booths and touch-screen maps that could tell her her exact location. She then decided to walk to the entrance to look for the train schedule. On her way to the entrance of the station, she couldn't help but notice multiple glowing spheres of red Japanese lanterns ominously illuminating the dark area sending feelings of unease up (your name)'s spine. She couldn't explain why she was suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. Tonight, just felt off.

Luckily for her, everyone seemed to be in too much of a hurry to pay attention to a lost child in unusual clothing. At this point, fear was beginning to seep into (Your name)'s bloodstream as the adrenaline of being sent to another world slowly subsided. What was she supposed to do now? The poor girl sunk down to the floor in despair and hugged her trembling knees.

"Miss? Are you alright?" A bright voice piped up from the darkness.

(Your name) slowly blinked her eyes open to see a figure of a man with a gentle smile on his face standing right in front of her.

He was like the sun.

His glowing sunset hues were filled with genuine concern as he extended his hand out to help the (colour) haired girl up.

"Rengoku Kyojuro! It's you! You're still alive! Thank God!" Tears began welling up in (your name)'s eyes again as she reached out to unabashedly touch the swordsman's face to make sure that she wasn't dreaming.

"Ah? Yes? Do I know you Miss?" The golden-haired man raised his eyebrows in surprise and felt his face heating up from the girl's over familiar touches. The last time a woman touched his face in such an affectionate manner was when his mother did it.

'Who is this strange girl? Her attire's quite unusual. Could she be a demon?' The flame swordsman quickly analysed the situation while calmly placing his hand on the hilt of his bright red Nichirin sword.

(Your name) suddenly realised that she might have overstepped her boundaries because the blonde-haired man looked as though he was having difficulty maintaining eye contact with her. His normally bright smile was replaced with a thin line showing his clear distrust of her.

"Sorry. I know that this might sound crazy, but you've got to trust me. A lot of people might die tonight on the Mugen Train but they're going to be ok because of you, Kamado Tanjiro, Nezuko, Zenitsu and Inosuke."

Not a lot of things could faze the level-headed flame Hashira but right now, the man found himself completely stunned by the gravity of your words. How in the world did you know about tonight's operation? Were you one of Muzan's demons sent to deceive him? Or were you telling the truth? For the first time in his life, Rengoku Kyojuro had no idea how to respond to the situation. He also didn't know whether he should believe the words of a suspicious stranger.

"I apologise but I'm going to need proof Miss..."

"(Your name)."

Proof. The sky was already pitch black, there was not a single ray of sun. How could she show him? How could she make him believe that she had always been on his side? Time was ticking too, (your name) could hear the train announcements calling for the Mugen train's departure.

Multiple alarm bells began ringing in her throbbing head. People's lives were at stake here, there was no time to lose. She took a desperate step towards the swordsman without a plan and watched him slowly drawing out his flame patterned sword.

He didn't believe her.

Of course not.

The young girl's face fell as she watched the remaining scene unfold. Was her favourite Hashira going to kill her? Just when she was about to give up convincing Kyojuro, her eyes immediately fell on his sword.

Right the Nichirin sword!

"I know that the Nichirin sword is made of a special ore that absorbs sunlight."

"That is common knowledge. Demons also know of it." He eyed her warily as she took another step closer to him with an unreadable expression on her face.

Whatever demon art this woman possessed wasn't going to prevent him from fulfilling his duty. The man thought resolutely to himself before cautiously unsheathing his blade. Unlike (your name), his mind was already planning out ten different scenarios on how to deal with her. This was going to be no different from any other situations in the past. He just needed to act fast and make the right judgement like usual. The flame pillar couldn't afford to endanger the lives of other civilians but never in a million years could he have predicted this.

The young woman stared back into his ember eyes with unwavering resolve and took a final step forward to firmly press the side of her (colour) neck against his sharp blade. (Your name) winced in pain for the blade felt like a long papercut against her flesh.

Drip.

The metallic smell of blood wafted into the flame pillar's nose while he stood there completely paralyzed for the first time. His eyes widened in horror as he watched the crimson red liquid trickling down his sword from the girl's fresh wound.

"Demons can regenerate quickly after being wounded right? Pretty sure I can't do that as you can see." She laughed a little while pushing more her hair back to show the Hashira her still-bleeding wound before hearing the sound of a sword dropping to the ground.

Clang.

"That was very foolish of you (your name)!" Kyojuro yelled as he shook the girl's shoulders a little harder than necessary. Ouch. She could feel his calloused fingers digging into the skin of her arms. Pretty sure that there were going to be marks tomorrow morning.

"I know but that was the only way to make you believe me. Sorry?" (Your name) smiled apologetically as she watched her favourite character pulling out a red handkerchief from his pocket to stop the bleeding on her neck. It wasn't too deep of a cut, but it was definitely going to scar.

"That aside, Rengoku-sama there are more pressing matters to deal with right now. I'm going to reveal to you exactly what is going to happen on the train." The (coloured) hair girl began in a serious tone before looking directly at the blonde-haired man.

It was at that moment a wave of unknown emotion suddenly surged up from within Kyojuro as he slowly took time to admire the female standing in front of him. She was not so powerless at all; her dazzling eyes held a determined gaze which made his heart beat even harder than it normally would.

"I can't reveal everything yet, but I promise to use what I know to guide you."

"Umu. I trust you." The three words uttered caused a blush to instantly form on (your name)'s face as she turned away to hide her face in her sweating palms. Oh, to be complimented by her idol!

"Are you alright (your name)?"

"Ah y-yes! First things first, Rengoku-sama you need to send Kaname to bring in more reinforcements AKA the other Hashiras, preferably those with no presence. Or Mitsuri and Shinobu would work too since they're both ladies."

"AKA? No presence? Kanroji and Kocho? Ladies? What do you mean and how do you know my crow's n- ah forgive me but I keep forgetting that you-" (Your name) firmly pressed a finger on the astonished swordsman's lips to stop him from wasting any more time.

"I'll explain later. Just do as I say."

"Alright."

End of flashback

"(Your name)? My dear child are you feeling alright?" A calm but kind voice lured the girl right out from her memories.

Oh right. She was now back in the present in the Ubushiyaki grand meeting room, in the middle of planning for the next ambush on Muzan's infinity castle.

"I sincerely apologise Oyakata-sama. I was just lost in thought about the past." The girl stammered while twisting the ends of her hair nervously.

"I see. My child, I still remember the day Rengoku-kun brought you to us. Do you?" The pale faced man gave (your name) a fatherly smile as he fondly ruffled the top of her head.

She nodded shyly with a little smile on her face. After successfully subduing the lower rank demon Enmu and saving the passengers of the train, (your name) was warmly welcomed into the demon corps. The flame pillar made sure to retell the events of her proficient orders to everyone while praising her bravery. Remembering him doing so didn't fail to make her face grow beetroot red in embarrassment.

Like everything in life, she initially had difficulty in gaining the trust of all the remaining 7 other Hashiras but it helped a lot since she knew about their past and their pain. However out of everyone there, Oyakata-sama's trust was the easiest one to gain. Unlike his wife Amane, the ill man didn't utter a single word or change his calm expression when (your name) brought up the secrets of the Ubushiyaki family which no one aside from his wife and children knew.

The relationship between Muzan and the Ubushiyaki family.

Oyakata-sama's curse and the faithful meeting between his wife and him.

The children and next heir of the 98th demon corps.

Once the girl was done with her story, the master coolly regarded her with a serene look on his face and waved her over to him.

(Your name) timidly approached the 97th leader of the Ubushiyaki family and braced herself before feeling the leader's fingers gently patting her hair.

"Thank you (your name). You've done very well."

The poor girl immediately burst into tears and broke down into loud sobs in front of the raven-haired man and his loving wife who was now smiling softly at her.

"It must have been very hard for you to suddenly find yourself in this world." Amane offered the girl a hug before gently stroking the crying girl's trembling body in a motherly way.

"I-I uh apologise Oyakata-sama and Amane-sama. I'll do my very best to protect everyone even if I can't wield a sword." (Your name) sniffled, her true feelings flowing out like a river.

"Do not weep child. Everyone has a role in this world just like you and I. We may not be able to fight but we can still play our parts in this war against demons.'

Events of the past flowed through the girl's muddled mind as she struggled to pay attention to the heated discussion between Sanemi and Giyuu. Three months had passed since the day her favourite pillar had rejected her feelings and it still hurt being in the same room as him.

Oyakata-sama's gentle smile softened a little when he laid his pale lilac eyes on (your name), his poor child was still in low spirits. He was deeply concerned about the girl fearing if this continued it might permanently affect her mental health. The man was no stranger to rejection and knew what it felt like because of his disease. The master glanced fondly at the lady sitting elegantly beside him. The hanging lantern shone brightly on the soulmate tattoo of his name on her neck. At that moment, Oyakata-sama felt truly at peace. Amane was the only lady who had fully accepted him for who he was, his disease, his family curse and everything. He sincerely hoped that each of his children would be given the same blessing and be taken care by their respective soulmates.

The meeting didn't take as long as it should which made (your name) feel extremely grateful. Day by day, it was growing exceedingly difficult to put on a 'normal' face. It was such a disgusting feeling coiling around her throat, knowing that everyone could tell that she had been shaking like a leaf throughout the entire meeting. She couldn't continue this any longer, especially when Rengoku Kyojuro chose to act as if the confession had never taken place. Not like her words mattered to him anymore.

Flashback

"Kyojuro! You need to believe in the new generation of slayers. Akaza has been defeated so it's time for you to take it slowly." The girl raised her voice in anger to shout at the stubborn flame pillar in front of her.

"I'm sorry (Your name)-san but I cannot do that. It is my responsibility whether I am wounded or not." The blonde-haired swordsman forced a laugh while swinging a training katana.

"I... did not come all the way here.... To watch you die needlessly again.... I watched you die five times Kyo, I don't think I can handle it again in person." The poor girl attempted to hide her tears in vain, but they betrayed her.

"(Your name)-san..." Rengoku's fiery eyes softened as he stared at her sobbing form. She suddenly looked so small and fragile compared to the day he first met her. It did tug his heartstrings to see how someone he never met before had actually cared so much for his wellbeing but he couldn't comply with what she wanted.

The flame pillar sighed in frustration. " You're asking me a Hashira, to abandon my duties? I cannot do that."

"And why not? You've done enough!"

"Do not speak as if you know everything!" Kyojuro uncharacteristically snapped while tightly gripping the wooden sword till his knuckles were deathly white.

Heat prickled across her skin as (your name) struggled to make sense what had just happened. The girl's pupils shot up in hurt at her favourite Hashira's cold words.

"..."

At that moment, it felt as though knife had pierced through (your name) still-beating heart and twisted at such an angle that she felt like dying. So that was how he viewed her.

A bother.

A burden.

In that case, there was only one thing left to do.

Without a single word, the quiet girl immediately turned away and bent down to retrieve her bamboo geta slippers.

"You're right I know nothing. I apologise Hashira-sama. I'll take my leave."

"(Your name)..."

With a polite bow, she left while leaving her feelings behind for the flame pillar at the butterfly estate.

Ever since the incident at the butterfly estate, she stubbornly refused to call Rengoku by his name ever again preferring to call him by 'Hashira-sama'. This was to protect her already vulnerable state and calling him by his title did help in setting boundaries between the both of them.

End of flashback

A stray thought wondered into (your name)'s mind one day as she was absent-mindedly staring out the window. What was the purpose of her being sent here? To suffer from a broken heart? How could the gods be so cruel. She had given up so much for humanity, putting her own life in danger numerous times and what has humanity done for her? Did she make the right choice? Choosing to let go of her distant life from before to stay with a man that she fell hard for from her favourite anime who didn't feel the same. She squeezed her eyelids shut in hopes that her tears would stop falling.

A door shuts.

Another one opens.

The world of 'Kimetsu no Yaiba' was as vast as the ocean but it was less dangerous now because of the demon corps' efforts. There were so many sights to see and people to meet. (Your name) realised that she shouldn't be wasting her time and feelings on someone who didn't feel the same about her. This wasn't like her, she wasn't this weak.

From that day onwards, (your name) decided to take the first step to heal her broken heart. She first started by getting rid of all the things that reminded her of him.

Faded letters exchanged between both of them.

The pendent he said that reminded him of her eyes.

A flame pattern kimono.

All of the little gifts he sent her and all the painful memories she had with him were carefully placed into a wooden box which she sealed with a heavy heart. A stray bead of water landed on the surface of the box with a loud 'thud'. She was a human after all.

The (colour) haired girl solemnly walked to the back of the garden and began digging into the earth with a small garden shovel. Countless thoughts ran through her mind for the last time before she delicately lowered the box to rest in the ground as if it was a coffin. (Your name) let out a final sob while praying with all her heart that her beloved sun would not suffer the same fate. Unbeknownst to her, a familiar blonde-haired man was watching her intently from behind an aged wisteria tree.

Her distressed sobs tore through his chest like a demon's claws but he kept his bottom lip sealed shut. Perhaps this was for the best. His mother Ruka had often told him romantic tales about finding one's soulmate. He fondly remembered how she would show him his father's name beautifully tattooed on her wrist and the radiant expression on her face was filled with love.

"My dear son. I hope that one day when you do meet your soulmate, make sure to always treasure and protect her."

"How will I know that she's my soulmate?"

"A tattoo of her name will appear just like how my name appeared on your father's wrist." The woman gently smiled while stroking her son's unruly hair.

"But what if my soulmate dies-" Kyojuro never got to finish his sentence because his father had just entered the room to lift his mother up into the air with a playful grin.

"Shinjiro!" Ruka chided with a deep blush forming on her face as she smacked her burly husband. With a smile on his face, Kyojuro watched his parents lovingly interact with each other.

What if my soulmate dies?

He only found out the answer to this question after the death of his beloved mother. His father's personality took a drastic change, no longer was he the loving kind father Kyojuro remembered after losing his beloved wife. His words became crueler and harsher towards him and his little brother, Senjuro. He would often berate them and spend majority of his time drinking while neglecting his duties as the flame pillar. Gone was the man that was one of the most respected flame swordsman in history, all that was left now was an empty shell of a man who has lost his one and only soulmate forever.

Kyojuro had never hated his father. In fact, he tried his best to be an understanding and optimistic child. His father was probably hurting even more than he did, something that he had yet to experience for his soulmate tattoo had yet to appear. The blonde-haired swordsman took one final glance at the sobbing girl before disappearing into the forest hoping that he had made the right decision. She was probably someone else's soulmate. He was not going to be the one to selfishly deny that right from a person.

The next day, (Your name) arrived at Oyakata-sama's residence with a resolute look on her face. She bowed respectfully to both the children who welcomed her and followed them to where the master of the house was.

"Ah my child. Welcome. How can I help you?" Oyakata-sama's Zen voice deeply rang throughout the entire room effectively calming the (your name)'s nerves.

"Oyakata-sama. I politely request for your permission to leave the corps." She bowed down respectfully to the master hoping that he would grant her request.

" My child. May I know the reason?" The raven-haired man's face remained unchanged as he smiled gently at the girl.

"I.... wish to live a normal life, fall in love normally and create a family just like you Oyakata-sama!"

"I see and why can't you do just that here my child?"

(Your name) bit her lips at the master's question while tensely gripping the ends of her kimono sleeve.

"I wish to see the world that the demon corps have worked hard to protect."

"... I see. Thank you very much for your service. Should you require any assistance, our doors will always remain open for you, my beloved child. The Ubushiyaki family and everyone owes you too much." Oyakata-sama and his family members bowed down to the surprised girl in deep gratitude.

"No please stop! Thank you so much Oyakata-sama, everyone for taking such good care of me." (Your name) frantically bowed down several times to the selfless people in front of her. She was so overwhelmed with emotions that she couldn't help letting a few sobs escape her tight mouth. The poor girl had already promised herself that she wasn't going to cry unnecessarily anymore.

The corners of Oyakata-sama's smile widened by a bit and he felt a sense of pride at (your name)'s growth. She no longer was as fragile as she used to be anymore, he looked forward to receiving letters about her future travels.

After meeting the master, (Your name) decided to quickly bid her goodbyes to the people that mattered to her before packing up her essentials for the long trip ahead. She wanted to leave as soon as possible and arrive at the next village before the sun set. Finally, the story was slowly coming to a close. In a few days, the demon corps would finally be able to settle the score between Muzan and the rest of humanity. The (colour) haired girl was positive that Tanjiro and the other young slayers were now ready for the fated confrontation. Her eyes softened a little feeling glad that she had played a part in keeping all the current Hashiras alive so far.

Kocho was the last person (your name) decided to say goodbye to since most of the Hashiras were busily preparing themselves for the final battle. Just when she was about the leave the butterfly estate for the last time, she heard a familiar voice calling out her name from behind.

"(Your name)."

"..." (Your name) bit her bottom lip anxiously as she attempted to push back the uncomfortable wave of emotions that were swirling from within her.

"Answer me...where are you going?" She must be hallucinating because it was impossible that the flame pillar's deafening voice would ever have a crack.

He called out her name again, this time his voice clearly strained but (your name) wasn't having any of it. How dare he? The girl opened her (colour) eyes and braced herself for the worst storm she had ever encountered in her life. She turned around to bravely face the man she used to harbour deep passionate feelings for with a steely look in her (colour) eyes.

"I hope that you get well soon Hashira-sama and safely return to your duties." With that she bowed politely and left. This time it was her that didn't spare Kyojuro a glance.

After leaving that fateful day, (your name) never saw the flame hashira ever again. Innumerable memories spent with the demon slayer corps grew faint as she slowly grew accustomed to her new life in a tiny village far from where she used to live.

Life had eventually become quite enjoyable for her, and she even managed to make a couple of new friends. The bonds between her new friends and her of course couldn't be compared to bonds she forged in battle with the noble slayers, but they were equally as kind. It wasn't long before romance kicked in and (your name) found herself very enamored with a very charismatic and handsome sushi chef called Takeshi who lived directly opposite her street.

It took a long time for (Your name) to finally accept the black-haired man's not too subtle advances. She had to applaud him for his determination even though she had already rejected him multiple times. It only took one date with him to make her realise how serious he was about her.

That night, Takeshi made sure to reserve a special table at his restaurant because he knew that (your name) liked Japanese cuisine. The man also did little things that didn't fail to move (your name)'s obstinate heart like helping her fold her kimono when he saw her sleeve dipping into the warm miso soup or leading her away from puddles with a protective arm.

Little things like these melted the woman's icy cold heart. She had long forgotten what it was like to be in love. After coming back from her first date, (your name) laid down on her bed staring up at the ceiling with warm feelings bubbling within her. She couldn't stop herself from blushing as she fondly recalled the number of times her fingers and Takeshi's touched.

This feeling was...nice.

While looking at her fingers, it was at this moment her face lit up in pleasant surprise when her curious eyes landed on the words, 'Sawamura Takeshi' etched in obsidian letters on her wrist causing her to experience the same fluttery feelings she used to have for someone years ago.

This man was her soulmate. She had been waiting for so long and here he was. Before the girl could rush out to look for him a repulsive feeling suddenly took hold of her, completely drowning her.

It suddenly felt so hard to breathe. (Your name) dropped on the floor shaking in disbelief as she helplessly watched the glowing red characters of 'Rengoku Kyojuro' sizzling on her skin like hot coals as the 5 letters mercilessly burnt away Takeshi's name from her (skin colour) wrist causing the poor girl to pass out from overwhelming grief.

Meanwhile it was also around this time when a certain flame Hashira was suddenly awakened from his slumber by a warm and gentle feeling which slowly engulfed his entire body just like how his mother used to. The energetic man immediately sat up to peer excitedly at the glowing letters forming on his wrist. He had been waiting all his life for this to happen and hoped to experience the same sort of feelings as his parents did in the past. The man vowed to treasure and protect this woman for the rest of his life.

Kyojuro's piercing eyes repeatedly scanned the glowing characters in pure shock before rubbing his eyes multiple times to make sure that he wasn't dreaming. The words '(Your name)' were unmistakable, it shone radiantly in a ray of iridescent light on his muscular wrist. It was at that moment ugly feelings of guilt and regret sank their deadly talons into the man's flesh, ripping him wide open, making his emotions run rampant.

He had hurt her.

He had hurt her so many times.

She was hurt because of his selfish actions.

But she was his soulmate, she would forgive him right?

"Your soulmate is the only one that will fully accept you for who you are Kyojuro." His mother words echoed through the quiet night.

"That's right," the blonde haired man muttered with a disturbed look in his eye. "She will definitely forgive me." He hastily got up and headed to where his soulmate used to stay, hoping that she had left him an address.

When Kyojuro arrived at the abandoned residence, he thought back tenderly to all the times (your name) and him spent together. Now everything made complete perfect sense, this explained why he couldn't stop himself from spending time with her.

Sure enough, he found a yellow envelope addressed to him on the table. He breathed in slowly before getting lost in his own thoughts as he took out the folded letter out of its confines.

'I'll wait for you.'

He sincerely hope that was what she had written.

These flame Hashira was of course wrong, his face immediately fell and his world dimmed when he read what you had written in a single paragraph.

To Rengoku Kyojuro, the man I used to love,

I'm thankful that we met in this life. It doesn't matter that you don't feel the same but I'm just thankful that you are alive. With all my heart, I hope that you will find happiness with your destined soulmate. You deserve to be someone's everything, the reason their heart beats and I know it can't ever be me. Thank you for being the warm engulfing ray of light in my dull life.

You kept my heart ablaze.

(Your name).

The flame pillar crumpled the letter in his bare hands feeling like the most worthless person in the world. He had hurt his soulmate. Did he even deserve her? Tears of guilt started falling fast and thick down his pointed chin as he placed his face into his palms feeling pathetic. What has he done?

'Your soulmate will surely forgive all your mistakes because she is your other flame, your other half.'

"You're right mother. She will forgive me." Kyojuro stood up with a determined glint in his eyes. First, he was going to retrieve all the things. He needed to show his soulmate proof. Proof of his love for her, this wouldn't be a difficult feat as he already knew exactly where the items were.

The crinkled secret letters exchanged between them. Each one written with care and genuine concern about his wellbeing.

The time when he bought (your name) a pendent after telling her that her eyes resembled the bright jewels twinkling in the night sky.

A flame patterned kimono specially tailored for her because he thought she looked radiant in his family's colours.

All the little gifts he gave her, all the precious memories they had with each other, all of them being dug out by the man's raw trembling hands. She was going to need at these now that they were bonded as soulmates.

Once Kyojuro was done packing away his valuable gifts, he made his way to Oyakata-sama's mansion in hopes that he could get information about your whereabouts.

(Your name) on the other hand was finally awake from her brief fainting spell. The (colour) haired woman tiredly pulled out a chair and stared out of the window, feeling more tears brimming at the corners of her eyes as she gripped her wrist a little harder than necessary. She let the tears fall, not caring to raise a hand to stop them. They splashed down creating dark splotches on her charcoal coloured kimono before slipping down to settle on the wooden floorboards of her kitchen, seeping through the cracks.

(Your name) had tried everything. Using water, using soap even resorting to using a sponge but Kyojuro's name still stubbornly remained, just like the owner. The exhausted woman quietly stared back at the name tattooed on her wrist feeling a sense of despair. She didn't want this. There was a time in the past when she once did but now, she had already moved on.

'Right. She had moved on.'

(Your name) got up with an expressionless look on her face before reaching out for a box of matches. Her nimble fingers gripping the middle of the matchstick as she pressed the head of the match hard against the striker to light up match like she had done plenty of times before in the past.

The flame on the matchstick flickered in that vulnerable way a fire does, reminding her of past self. She couldn't believe she used to find flames to be ever so beautiful. (Your name) wordlessly watched the flame dance in an almost captivating way before placing her wrist over the tiny inferno and closing her eyes.

It took some time before Kyojuro Rengoku had finally arrived at the little village where his soulmate was supposedly staying at. Normally it would have taken a person a day but, the blonde-haired man was a Hashira. It was during times like this, when he felt thankful for being born with superior abilities. Kyojuro felt his heart rate immediately pick up as soon as he thought about (your name)'s reaction to seeing him again.

He didn't know where to start. There were so many things that had happened during her absence. So many things to tell her. Muzan was finally eradicated so she must be worried about that Kamado boy and the rest, right? He on the other hand was also alive, aside from a few scars here and there but he was in still one piece.

The blonde-haired man unconsciously gripped his arm while peeking shyly at the name inscribed on his wrist. He couldn't help but admire the beautiful characters of his soulmate's name. Kyojuro briefly wondered how his name would look like on (your name)'s arm. It filled him with so much pride to know that the two of them were finally bonded for life.

'(Your name).'

The name of his soulmate.

Just when he was about to enter another street, he heard a masculine voice calling out the exact name on his wrist.

"(Your name). Please do me the honour of being my wife."

She couldn't.

She wouldn't.

She was his soulmate.

Soulmates were meant to be with each other. The flame pillar felt his mouth dry up when his eyes landed on her. (Your name) looked even more beautiful than she used to. Her hair was now longer, and it tumbled elegantly down her shoulders. Her eyes still held that same twinkle that reminded his so much of stars. The man couldn't do anything but watch the happy scene unfolding in front of him.

"You do know that I have a burnt so called soulmate mark on my wrist, right?" Kyojuro watched her giggle while showing off her wrist to the dark-haired man who was laughing cheerfully at her playful antics.

"Doesn't matter. Mine has your name on it. That's all that matters to me."

The blonde haired man watched frozen at the scene playing out in front of him painfully reminding him of his parents' loving interactions except this time he wasn't the one bringing smiles to the (hair colour) haired woman.

"Make sure you don't regret it Sawamura-san. I'm one in a million, no a bazillion!" (Your name) immediately pouted while folding her arms in a playful manner.

The sushi chef simply smirked while holding back his laughter. "I'll make sure you'll never regret it my love."

Rip.

Nothing had prepared him for this. Rengoku Kyojuro felt his heart splitting into two after hearing those words. His soulmate had just accepted a stranger's proposal.

Not his.

This was wrong.

The flame Hashira clenched his fist in anger while thinking of the next steps to take to make things right again. He was going to correct both his mistakes and (your name)'s. If he couldn't have her heart, he didn't want to live anymore.

Today turned out to be such a wonderful day for (your name). She was still feeling giddy from being proposed to earlier.

"At least, the name on Takeshi's wrist is mine." She whispered to herself completely unaware that a pair of golden eyes were watching her intensely from the corner of the room.

"Are you sure dear (your name) because I'm pretty sure this is your name tattooed across mine."

Clang.

The (colour) haired woman immediately dropped her keys on the hard floor in fear as did her poor heart. No, it couldn't be.

There in all his burning glory, Rengoku Kyojuro slid out from the shadows of the living room with a complicated look on his face.

"What's this about names when your real soulmate is right in front of you."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." (Your name) shouted while putting her wrist behind her back.

The ever-enigmatic man blinked earnestly at the woman while smiling.

"Stop trying to hide it (Your name)."

Kyojuro ran his fingers through his hair in an irritated manner, he didn't understand why his beloved was trying so hard hide her soul mate mark. Was it so shameful to be the soulmate of the flame Hashira?

"Please, just leave. You're not welcome here." Her voice was as cold as ice dripping with a sharpness that pierced his heart.

Kyojuro wasn't used to how (your name) was acting. He had originally wanted to crack his usual jokes, but he decided against it because he knew that she wouldn't laugh like she used to. The way she was acting now was beginning to get on his nerves.

Rengoku Kyojuro was normally an understanding man. Always bright, always positive and always in a good mood. All that shattered when he spotted his soulmate's wrist.

"What's this?" Kyojuro's eyes glinted dangerously as he forcefully pulled (your name)'s arm out to inspect the damage done to her soulmate tattoo. Whatever she had used to burn his name off her skin worked wonderfully. His name was completed seared off, leaving pink patches of skin behind.

"Like I said years and years and years before Hashira-sama it's NONE OF YOUR CONCERN." The (hair colour) haired woman spat out in a hateful voice and tried to pull her delicate wrist back in vain. That asshole's grip hurt.

"It is my concern! It's my name isn't it. Who did this?" The blonde man felt his patience thinning as he tapped his feet on the kitchen tile.

"I did."

"Why?"

"Because Rengoku Kyojuro is dead to me!"

"Oh?"

(Your name) had never seen Rengoku this angry before. The flame Hashira's complexion immediately darkened and he began taking a couple of menacing steps closer towards her. Before she could react, she found herself backed into the stone-cold wall of her living room, staring up at a very pissed off Rengoku Kyojuro.

"That hurt my love." (Your name) flinched when she felt swordsman lift her chin forcing her to stare back into his fiery globes.

"You hurt me first." The woman threw him the most venomous look she could muster but it didn't seem to faze him at all.

"Haha. Alright. So now that we are even, let's start over. My dear soulmate, we are going home." The Hashira placed a gentle kiss on (your name)'s knuckles and stared right into her (colour) eyes. His eyes holding a silent promise.

"You're delusional. Wait till I inform Oyakata-sama about this!"

"How cute. He already knows. Everybody knows that the name on my wrist is indeed yours." He whispered into (your name)'s ears while pressing his wrist closer to her eyes to show her proof of his love for her.

"No. That's... No."

"Fate has already decided my beloved one. So, I suggest that you stop fighting it. I won't stop loving you so please for both our sakes, tell me that you're mine." With that, Kyojuro sunk his teeth down into her scar to mark her again as his.

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