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strawb3rrystar · 8 months

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Hashira HEADcanons

Pairing(s): Tengen Uzui (+ His wives) Obanai Iguro, Kyojuro Rengoku, Giyuu Tomioka, Sanemi Shinazugawa x GN! Reader

Warnings: Oral (M! Revecing) | Forced gagging, Degrading, Facial (Obanai) Begging, Orgasm denial, Edging (Kyojuro) First time, Semi-public (Giyuu) Hair pulling, Implied face fucking (Sanemi)

Word count: 600+

Tengen Uzui

You had made a bet with the girls of who could take Tengen the longest. With Suma coming in last, barely able to last a minute. And Hinatsuru lasting ten minutes before politely pulling away, stating she wanted to keep the playing field fair. Makio lasted an hour, before gagging too much and pulling away. Just a few more minutes and you would beat Makio's score, declaring you the winner.

"I seriously don't understand why you're doing this," Tengen says, his arms resting behind his head. Watching you try not to gag on his cock.

"Because it's fun," Makio huffs, while Suma and Hinatsuru cheer you on. An hour and one minute, that's how long you lasted. But, you were still the winner of your little blow-job bet.

"I've been laying here for over two hours and I still haven't cum." Tengen fake pouts, making Suma tear up.

"Oh no! We have to help him!" Suma turns to look at the rest of you.

"Whoever makes him cum first wins." Makio declares another bet against you.

"Oh, you're on sweetheart!" You reply, lightly punching her arm.

Obanai Iguro

You lay on your back as your head hung off the bed, your boyfriend's cock stuffed down your throat. His balls repeatedly hit your face as he thrusts into your mouth. He presses on your throat causing you to gag.

"You love being treated like this, don't you slut?" He asks mockingly, all you could do was grab onto his hips. He hisses as you dig your nails into his skin, prompting him to press on your throat again.

"Of course, you love this. You wouldn't ask for it if you didn't like it." Obanai concludes, pulling out of your mouth and cumming on your face.

Kyojuro Rengoku

"Please, my love. Please let me cum." Kyojuro begs, bucking his hips to try and get some sort of stimulation. This was now your third time denying his release.

"Nope. I told you, we're going to do this all night until you admit you're wrong" You reply. It was a petty argument really, the kind of one that no one remembers the reason behind it. Yet, here you were edging the shit out of your loving husband.

"Please, I'm sorry. You were right." He whines, your warm tongue wrapped around his length.

You chuckle, sending vibrations through his cock. He thrusts his hips into your face, painting your throat white.

Giyuu Tomioka

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Giyuu asks, looking down at you.

"Mhm." You hum, kissing his leaking tip.

"I just don't think this is a good ide- ah!" He chokes on his words as he feels your warm mouth surround him. Though your knees did hurt from the rough terrain, you still bobbed your head.

Giyuu whimpered, covering his mouth with his hand "Oh, fuck~" He mumbles.

You pulled away from his throbbing cock "Are you enjoying yourself, Giyuu?"

"Y-yeah, but we should stop before someone finds us."

"No way, not until you cum." You reply, going down on him again.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

"Sanemi, please." You whine, still trying to catch your breath.

"No, I already gave you a breather." He pulls on your hair some more.

"Please, I can't do this-" You cry.

"Well, you should have thought about that sooner, huh?" He says, mockingly. "Now open, like a good slut."

You open your mouth, not wanting to get punished more so. He shoves his cock down your throat, making more tears pour down your cheeks.

But, you knew that Sanemi was nowhere near finished with you. By the end of the night, you'd be filled and covered in his cum. Well, maybe you should just learn to shut up and behave.

Star's note -> This has been sitting in my drafts for a month 😮‍💨

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xxsabitoxx · 1 year

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NSFW Kyojuro Rengoku HeadCanons

Kyojuro x Fem! Reader

Warnings: as the title suggests, this is full of smut

A/N: the last time I did a NSFW HC post focused on one character it was for Sanemi shortly after I made this blog… that’s kinda fucked. Why haven’t I revisited this idea? Idk but thank you for suggesting it @sharkwhore 😩🫶

Also it’s past 3am, my alarm is set to go off at 7am, of course this ain’t proof read lmfao so ignore any errors

Kyojuro is such a gentleman that you’re almost shocked the first time he tries to initiate something more intimate with you.

You’re actually pretty surprised that he seems to know exactly what he’s doing… even though he claimed you were his first partner

He’d later tell you that he went to Tengen for advice. Having three wives naturally meant the man had more than enough time to learn a thing or two

Kyojuro starts off slow with you, wandering hands and lingering kisses. He works you up subtly, until he can tell that you are aching for him to take things further

“Sit on my lap.” Kyojuro smiled at you, tapping his muscular thigh innocently. He’d been toying with you all night, his hand lingering on your waist longer than it needed to. The soft kisses on the back of your neck while you had cooked dinner. His compliments, the way his eyes seemingly devoured you. You were dying for him to move things further. “Someone’s feeling extra romantic tonight… I’m not forgetting a special occasion am I?” You sat down, trying to suppress a shiver as his arms came to wrap around you. He was warm, as always, thigh tensing and relaxing below you as he got used to your weight on him. “No, no special occasion… I just missed you.”

Kyojuro loves foreplay for a multitude of reasons

For one, he loves when you tell him what you want him to do. He loves when you guide him, tell him exactly what you like and dislike. He loves watching your eyes grow hazy when he does something just right

He’s all about you, I mean really he won’t even think of fucking you until you’ve cum at least 2-3 times on his mouth or fingers.

Speaking of mouth… Kyojuro loves when you sit on his face. Well he loves when you sit anywhere on him but sitting on his face is his personal favorite

He encourages you when you’re shy about it, he’ll even use his own hands to push you down a little further, assuring you that you won’t suffocate him

“C’mon… a little lower.” His hands are gripping your thighs as they cage his head. Your face is warm, hands holding your breasts as you tried to lower yourself without fully sitting on him. “You’re holding back…” he commented softly, your cunt just inches from his face. “…’m not…” a lame attempt, especially since you knew he could feel your thighs trembling with the effort. “I’m asking you to sit on my face. I mean that, you know. I want you to fully sit on my face.” It was blunt, maybe that’s why you couldn’t stop the squeal of shock that left your lips. “I’ll suffocate you if I put my full weight on you, Kyo.” He only gripped your thighs harder, dragging you down closer. “You won’t suffocate me… now please… sit.”

Kyojuro is the type to prefer overstimulating you than edging you. He doesn’t see a point in restricting your pleasure when he can just give you more of it.

This man is a sucker for cowgirl. He loves watching you ride him… in any position really. He loves when you climb onto his lap while sitting on the couch, he loves when you climb on top of him in bed.

In an odd way, he almost uses it as patience training. He likes to see how long he can put up with you struggling to fuck yourself on him before he gives in and takes over.

He’s more of a sexual person that you gave him credit for. Honestly with his personality you’d never guess he had such a high sex drive. Every night you spend together, so long as you are in the mood too, you’ll do something.

“You’re cute.” Kyojuro watched you, smile present and hands on your waist as you struggled to lift yourself up and down. Hell you figured the couch would make things easier for yourself. “Shut up.” Was all you could manage, head falling forward out of embarrassment as he laughed. “Cute and feisty.” He corrected himself, deciding to make things easier by thrusting his hips shallowly to meet you. You couldn’t stop the noises that slipped out of you. This angle, albeit rather annoying and a lot of work, allowed Kyojuro to slip further into you than any other position did. Plus, you knew he loved it. So of course, you always made the effort to get into this position at least once. Even if you did break a sweat because of it.

Quick X-Ray vision :D

Length is about five and a half inches, girth is average. He has veins running along his shaft that are prominent when he’s horny. Slight curve and nearly trimmed hair. Why does this feel so awkward lmao

When it comes to riskiness, Kyojuro is the type to keep it within your property but never out in public. Public ≠ outside. He’d absolutely fuck you on the training grounds in his back yard.

He’s rough when he’s frustrated or overwhelmed from work. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t make you feel loved during and after. He takes aftercare super seriously especially after he’s been rough with you

Kyojuro is unintentionally really good at dirty talk. In the heat of the moment he’s whispering in your ear until you’re squealing and yelling his name.

“You like that, don’t you? I can feel you squirming.” You swallowed, nails digging into his shoulders as he hovered over you. Sweat was dripping down his temple, bright eyes narrowed as he fucked into you. “C’mon don’t be shy. Look me in the eye when you cum.” Your name left his lips in a tone as smooth as silk, back arching as he dragged across that one particular spot. “Oh? There it is.” He chuckled, the noise vibrating his chest as he drew his hips back and thrusted forward again the same way he had a moment prior. Again, you cried out as white hot pleasure racked your body. “Atta girl, keep going, I wanna hear how good I’m doing.”

Kink wise Kyojuro is fairly tame. Depends on what you think is tame though.

Heavy praise kink, overstimulation, creampies, marking, restraining (with his hands not rope or ties etc), semi-public, I mean he just likes fucking you outside.

Kyojuro likes to keep your sex life private but also gets excited by the idea of getting caught… though he knows he’ll be mortified after the fact

He adores when you leave your mark on him. Nail scratches up his back, your bite mark on his shoulder, bruises on his neck, all of it.

He likes doing the same to you, but it gives him a sense of pride when you’re the one doing it to him.

Making sure everyone knows who he belongs to

“Are you sure it’s okay?” You blinked at him, face feeling warm as you looked over the scratches you left along his back. “Of course it is.” You didn’t catch the smirk on his face, he truly adored the feeling and the look. “Kyo, it’s warm today and you’re training with the other men…” the other male Hashira would likely see it, you knew that’s what he wanted. “Hmm? You’re worried about me taking off my shirt?” He teased softly, tightening the tie in his hair before turning to face you. “I mean, yeah.” You couldn’t get over the angry red marks you’d managed to mark him with. “There is nothing to be worried about. If anything, they’ll be jealous.” You sighed in defeat, “I’ll never understand the mind of a man.” You couldn’t help but laugh as his arms found your waist.

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mamayan · 7 months

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★Mouthy☆

Kyojuro Rengoku x GN! Reader

tw: NSFW • Oral (M) • Praise • Overstimulation • Deep Throating • Marriage

You stared silently out into the court yard, eyes flicking back and forth like a pendulum.

The autumn air was just becoming crisp, leaves dotted with signs of changing colors, vibrant greens, yellows, oranges, and reds painting the trees. You tightened the blanket draped around your shoulders, keeping in the warmth as you watch Kyojuro and Senjuro dance with their wooden blades.

Despite the cooling temperatures, Kyojuro had forgone his top in favor of flexing his sweat coated muscles.

His younger image likely dressed too warmly, and the one to blame was you of course. He seemed cold this morning, and you’d pushed him to add layers in case he caught a cold. Now you wondered if you accidentally aided in some sort of punishment, Kyojuro’s strikes more harsh than usual as they spare.

Senjuro is no where near his older brother’s level, too cautious and overthinking each little movement until he’s late in reacting. You wince as Senjuro is struck again, though you know Kyojuro withholds nearly all force in favor of tapping his brother to bring awareness to his openings.

Kyojuro looks frustrated though, despite his smile and blazing eyes focused on the training and quality time with his brother, he’s radiating a tension even Senjuro notices.

He’d returned from a mission almost a week ago, having been gone for a month hunting a particularly elusive demon, and he’d been silent. He’d merely come through the door and grasped onto you like a life line, holding you so tight you worried he’d crush you, but staying still and pliant because he needed it.

He’s become more vocal and active as the days went by, refusing to acknowledge your worries when you brought up his shifted behavior.

He’s been placating you for an entire week, but it’s not difficult to see he’s bothered by whatever happened during that month.

He just normally opens up to you.

“Right! Senjuro, practice your stance again, you need to keep your stamina up even when feeling exhausted!” Kyojuro kindly fixes his form, and renews Senjuro’s confidence. He still can’t help but ask, the younger brother more sensitive than the older.

“Brother? Is everything… alright?” Kyojuro’s smile wavers for a fraction, before he’s yanking his lips back up into a familiar smile as he chuckles and lands a pat to Senjuro’s back.

“I’m good! I’m going to train hard too!” It’s as if he’s trying to convince himself, and Senjuro’s face likely matches your own twisting into disbelief.

Ever the patient and respectful child though, the smaller male relents with a small bow, returning to his stances.

Your eyes don’t leave his figure even as he tries to ignore you and walk past to gather his top. He seemed to have forgotten who he left his actual blade with though, the katana resting across your lap as you cock a brow at his sheepish expression as he comes your way now.

“My love, as beautiful and blazing as—,” you cut him off with a raised hand, finger pointed up to the sky as you frown.

“Our room please.” You sigh softly, standing up and leading the way inside while Kyojuro sits to take off his shoes. He quickly catches up, legs carrying him faster as he closes in just at your back, quiet and almost solemn as you slide the shoji open.

Your shared bedroom is neat and tidy, decorated by fine furniture gifted for your wedding and calligraphy drawn by Ubuyashiki-sama and even your father in law Shinjuro himself.

You turn, not moving back even as his close proximity startles you. He’s not giving you any space as you both stand in the doorway. Your eyes flick up, taking in his impassive expression, nearly as flat as Tomioka-san.

It’s not like him in the least, especially if he’s not honest how he’s truly feeling.

His hands are clenched into fists, and you have enough of an idea to figure out your sweet husband is angry.

He’s frustrated and mad at something or himself, and he’s bottling it up.

You reach both hands out, cupping one of his clenched fists to curl around and lift to your lips where you place a chaste yet suggestive kiss on the knuckle.

You tug him into the room, his eyes hot as he stares at you, follows your lead even as you turn him and push him into the chair you use at your vanity. The memories of him learning how to draw your brows at this very spot will last forever, sweetening your heart as you sink down to your knees in front of him.

He looks confused now, brows furrowed and a bit irritated.

“Flame, get off the ground, it’s too cold now to be playing on the floor.” You roll your eyes at his pandering tone, realizing this situation is more dire than you expected. He’s nagging you.

“But if I’m not on the ground, how am I supposed to please you?” You ignore his tone, purring your words seductively as you let your hands smooth up from his knees to his upper thighs.

His eyes widen, mouth parting slight but he’s not objecting as you tug at his pants, happy he’s already bare from the waist up for you.

You’re happy to remain clothed, eyes narrowing in delight as he obeys and slips his belt off and lets his bottoms drop.

You drink in the sight of your husband’s strong muscular thighs, taunt with tension and leading up to his now slightly chubby cock, seeming to awaken with your invitation.

You smirk, slyly looking up at him as he sits back down, eyes hooded but lips still pulled tight into a line. His facial expression is tight, jaw clenched and restrained.

“Do you want this love?” You whisper like it’s a secret between you both, leaning your torso into his lap as you let one hand palm his warm growing erection, aiding in the blood flow and you curl your fingers around it and pump him languidly. “Do you want me to use my mouth and kiss it better?” You’re soft and gentle as you leave wet kisses across his thighs, eagerly sliding in between his thighs he spreads for you, letting you come closer and kiss the soft tip of his now engorged rod. His scent is musky and earthy, his sweat and earlier workout only making it more noticeable as you rub your thighs together greedily.

“Or…” he groans as you lick from the base to the tip, swirling your tongue around his frenulum and lavishing it with saliva to trickle down.

You move back down to his inner thigh, looking up as he stares down with flushed features, smile dripping honey just for him.

“Would you rather fuck my mouth and use me?” You bite deep into his thigh, his sharp hiss and flinch almost violent as he jerks, one hand twisting into your hair and jerking you up and off the abused flesh from between your teeth. “Fuck—!” He growls furiously, face twisted into a grimace as he eyes you with a dangerous gleam.

“You’re asking for it flame,” his tone is dark and no none sense despite the tight smile on his face.

And with your own mischievous smile, you nod, agreeing.

“I am.”

He grunts, a deep groan vibrating in his chest as he drinks in the sight of you on your knees before him. Each gurgle and gag punctuated by a wet slap and squelch as he sinks into your warm little mouth, cock twitching as he grips your face with both hands and works his hips deeper. “You’re doing so good firefly,” he’s delirious and overstimulated, cock aching for rest like your tear and cum stained face was. He couldn’t stop, you wouldn’t let him, every time he pulled out after coming down your throat or on your pretty face, your lips and hands would chase him and have him hard again too quickly. The desperation and affection you seemed determined to shower him with driving him to the brink of madness. His hips bucked, pushing down your sore burning throat as he moans, huffing as he notices the room became humid with the heat radiating off you both. His glutes burn too, muscles straining from his earlier workout and now this, sensitive tip still eagerly bullying into your mouth as your tired tongue moves to lick and cheeks hallow to suck.

Drool and cum mix around your lips and drip down your chin onto your nice kimono, but he can’t find it in himself to care, captivated by the erotic image of you covered in his release. He knows you’re tired, smaller hands digging into his thigh for purchase and he uses your face like a sex toy, titling your head a little to the left to rub at the inside of your cheek as his hips spasm in pleasure.

“Yes— ah, just like that and I’ll cum again, but you’d like that won’t you?” He’s normally never this rough and unyielding, always so careful with you like your porcelain he could shatter. His eyes are hazy and lustful, so transfixed by the sight of you swallowing his cock it left him breathless as he works towards another release.

“Do you want to taste me little flame? Or should I paint this pretty face again?” With his thumb he smears some still wet cum from earlier across your cheek, tapping his dick through the skin and moaning as you suckle greedily, teary eyed and pupils blown as you stare up at him. He chuckles, “In your mouth then,” he hisses, chills nearly forcing him to his knees shooting down his spine as his balls draw tight and he comes, groin pressing up against your nose, public hair tickling and distracting as he twitched and spurts his load down your throat.

He holds for just a second longer than usual, letting you cough and gag before he pulls out and yanks your face up.

“Open for me,” he orders gently, grinning as you do and show you swallowed every drop.

“So good for me,” he coos, leaning down and filling your mouth with his own wiggling muscle, as if to ignite your arousal higher with his filthy kiss. When he pulls back, he catches the string of saliva connecting you both for a second, feeling his cock twitch again as he drinks in your swollen puffy lips, where his cock had been between just moments ago.

Where he wants to be again now.

He tries to step back, give you space to think and breathe, but you just crawl closer again. Pressing your lovely face up against his thigh, begging him to slip his cock back into your awaiting mouth.

“Kyo~” your hoarse tone is so sexy he almost moans, loving how it’s all because of him.

“Take a break for me firefly, I need you awake tonight. I need to apologize to you—tsk, really?” Your hair is once again caught and pulled tight, his face scrunching in irritation and disbelief as he looks as the visible bite mark now resting freshly renewed on his inner thigh.

“Fine little flame, but don’t cry to me later,” he grits his teeth, cock already hard as he taps the tip against your closed smiling lips.

“Open that pretty mouth, I’ll show you why biting there isn’t nice.”

You do, with glittering eyes matching his own now, you open nice and wide as he works his thick rod back into your throat while your eyes roll back in bliss.

You awake the next morning a bit achy, jaw and throat sore but as your eyes flutter open, the soft smile of your husband greets you.

“Good morning my love,” he’s holding a tray, tea and breakfast present. “I thought this might help ease the soreness… would you like to eat?” Your heart warms, smile blossoming as he matches yours now, happiness radiating off him.

You both enjoy a lazy breakfast in bed together, chatting of this and that, until you’re both laying down, heads turned to look at one another.

He looks away, frowning for a moment, but seeming to steel himself as he looks back to you.

“I’d like to talk now…” your hand brushes his, his fingers quick to snag yours as he intertwines them.

You listen, even if his words bring sorrow and pain, because you’re content to share with him in everything.

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ruiniel · 2 months

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What You Choose

Fandom: Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Pairing: Rengoku Kyojuro x f!reader

Count: 2K

Rating: T (M later)

On AO3

Summary: I recently watched/read KNY and have emotions. Likely done before, but wanted to get this out of my system so wrote it down. Rengoku survives the fight with Akaza, but some battles are not so straightforward.

Tags & Warnings: Rengoku lives AU, multichapter, blood, injury, pining, angst, second person POV, demon slayer!reader, tsuguko!reader, alternating POV, Oblivious Rengoku Kyojuro, for a while at least, Death, Mild Gore, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Smut

All characters depicted are 18+

Everything fades. His body is going numb, his vision blurs as he stares down at his reflection in the dark pool of his own blood, unable to lift his head. The cries of grief surrounding him become dim and scatter like dying leaves from his consciousness.

I've done my duty, I've given my all.

The last he remembers is a small, clawed hand and a sudden, blooming flame bursting through his shattered torso, scalding him from within in ways his own fire never could.

I see... So this is what it feels like… to burn.

The balmy weather outside has no effect on you, seated at the side of the infirmary bed, your head in your hands.

“Perhaps you should go and rest. There’s been no change, and we’ll be sure to inform you of any developments.”

Aoi’s words are void of their usual sternness. You’ve heard them before, and yet—

“I’m fine, I really am.” You gaze back at the prone figure lying motionless beneath crisp white sheets. His gold and crimson hair is messy, and you’ve never seen him so pale, his features so sunken. The bandage covering his left eye is stained red in places, the usually smiling lips dry and bloodless.

Aoi sighs but says nothing else, and soon her departing steps echo against the walls.

I can’t. I can’t leave his side. You wish your thought could reach him, down to whatever place he’s struggling in now. You ball your hands into fists over your knees, a poor attempt at holding your composure. Please, come back. Please.

Weeks have passed since the mission on the train, since your group has returned with wounded bodies and spirits, though none in such a critical state as your mentor. Rengoku Kyojuro has not awakened since, and in contrast, since the nightmares the demon has placed upon you in that baleful encounter, you’ve not been able to sleep more than two to three hours every night. Every time, waking up in a sweat, the memory of what happened always the last image you remember.

“How is he today?”

You’re drawn from your thought by the gentle voice of the person you feel like you owe a life of debt to, and turn to gaze into the tired, worried eyes of Tanjiro Kamado. He stands by the bed now, glancing down at the Hashira. The slow rise and fall of his chest is the only sign that he is still alive.

You shake your head as Tanjiro takes a seat. “How is rehabilitation training going?”

Tanjiro smiles, still staring at the bed and its unresponsive occupant. “Almost done, I feel my strength returning to what it used to be and more. I admire how well you’ve upheld yourself, though,” he murmurs.

It’s true, for some reason, you’ve been the least scathed of them all, needing much less medical care than the rest. No, you know the reason why. “It’s because of him,” your words escape you. “If… if he hadn’t trained me as he did, if he hadn’t driven me so far beyond my limits, I don’t know if I would have survived for as long as I have in my role.”

“Oh, yes, I’ve heard. They say Lord Rengoku’s methods are… harsh to say the least.”

A smile tugs at your lips as a known pain pricks your heart. “But… but I’ve been remiss in thanking you, young Kamado—or rather, your sister. If she hadn’t…” Your throat tightens; you don’t want to break down, not here, not before Tanjiro and not before him, no matter he can’t hear it.

“Please, please don’t worry, it was a stroke of luck and quick thinking on her part, I only brought the box closer—”

“... she healed him! I saw the flames engulfing him, I saw the wound close. I don’t know how she did it but… Nezuko is someone... very special.”

Tanjiro lowers his head in humble acknowledgement. “I will tell her.” Then, as though remembering something, he reaches into his pocket and hands you a small bag. “Here, I’ve not seen you join meals very often and… well, please take them.”

You don’t have the strength to refuse, and take the bag from his hand, meeting his kind smile. “Candies…” You thank him before placing them on the bedstand, and after a few more moments of sitting in comfortable silence, Tanjiro takes his leave. You watch him depart, endeared by his manner and honesty. He has a good soul, a strong will—perhaps the strongest you’ve known, apart from…

You stare back at your mentor, memories of the past flooding behind your eyes.

Five months prior

“Good! Again!”

You’re panting, your total concentration breathing nearly failing as you evade another deadly arc of the Third Form: Blazing Universe.

The sun has westered and a bluish twilight sets over the lands, but your mentor still has you parrying his unwavering techniques, before making you attack using combinations of them in turn.

“Lord—lord Rengoku—”

His blazing speed cuts your words short as your blades clash, and you stare into bright, golden-rimmed irises. He’s smiling, as usual, with a devilish spark in his eyes. There is a sudden flutter in your stomach, overriding the fatigue in your burning muscles. “Come now, don’t tell me you’re beat! You’ve come so far after only three years!” he says as you fall back, lunging for another attack the following second.

The sudden weakness you feel when you’re close to him has you confused, because it was not there before. It all began in the past year: whenever he stares at you in a certain way, whenever he touches you during training or meets your eyes, something gnaws achingly at your chest. It’s as though you need something from him, but have no idea what it is.

“I knew it from the moment I took you on as a successor,” he says, merciless in his offensive. “If you—” Parry. Lunge. “—carry on like this—” Attack. Jump. “—you’ll reach a Hashira level of skill in no time at all!”

You don’t have the chance to reply, though his words feel like honey coating your senses. At first, he’d been sparse and strict, keeping to instructions and nothing else. But you struggled, worked harder than you had for anything in all your life, and it seems he acknowledges this fully now.

“Now—Ninth Form: Rengoku!”

That means you must attack, and he must deflect. But—Ninth Form?! “I—I can’t, I’m… I’m too exhausted for the Ninth!”

He bursts forward with Unknowing Fire, forcing you to duck and curl your body, rolling away into the dust, rising on one knee.

The Flame Hashira turns, pointing his weapon at you. “Is that what you plan on telling the demons?”

“Well, no, but—”

“At no point during a battle will you have the luxury of biding your time. If this were an actual encounter, you’d be dead.” He no longer smiles, his face turned cold, eyes glinting like molten steel.

You feel the rush of shame like fangs biting into you, fueling a horrible need to prove him wrong, to rise up to the challenge in his voice. With a hiss and a groan you grip the handle of your katana tightly, breathing and striving to light that spark in your heart.

With a cry you speed forward, clashing with him in a desperate lunge.

“Ha!” The smile returns as you grit your teeth. “Better!”

His face is so close to yours again, so close you feel the rush of his breath on your cheek.

Your knees feel weak again, and you close your eyes, pushing forward in an attempt to skew his balance.

What the hell is happening to you?

“Faster, the fire is still weak! It must rage!” the Hashira says, grinning like a madman now, and where once you enjoyed the path of learning and reaching your full potential, now his attitude brings forth an ache that confuses you and leaves you anxious.

Even so. Your blades sing against each other as you lunge back in a high jump, landing in a lowered stance with one palm braced against the earth. Your uniform is wet on your back, and you’re closer to your breaking point than you've ever been.

But the thought of disappointing him, now that feels unbearable. So you do what you always do: you push yourself more, more, harnessing all your strength into one melting core, bathing your heart in it and firing up your veins.

You attack.

He laughs outright. “Not bad, but—” Your swords clash, fiercer than before. “I know you can do better, and you can be faster.”

“I’m doing all I can!” you yell, at the end of your tether now. It’s not the first time, nor will it be the last. But he takes no offense, he never does, and that's one of the things you appreciate about him. “But you—you make it impossible! You always want more, even if you know I’m not ready for it!”

It must be the fire rushing through you that has you speaking this way, daring to say such words despite knowing full well what you were in for, when you accepted to become his successor.

“Wait until you’re ready, and you will never improve!” the Flame Hashira throws back.

A growl leaves your throat as you fall back then speed towards him again, trying the Second then the Third form in succession sloppily but you’re past caring.

Your arms feel as though they will tear and your bones might splinter as you crash against his unwavering stance, and you meet his scarlet-gold gaze as he speaks softly, his voice imbued with warmth: “You can surpass the impossible. I believe in you.”

Your eyes widen, that damned ache ringing through your body like a weakening poison and—

For one split second, your stance weakens, and you’re thrown back, losing your balance and falling heavily onto the ground.

Rengoku stares down at you, tilting his head to the side with a strange look on his face as he sheathes his katana.

Your vision sways, your lungs might burst. You barely clutch at the helping hand extended to you, aiding you to your feet. He grasps your shoulders. “What happened there just now? Your focus melted like wax.”

“I…” You can’t look him in the eye. His hands on you diffuse heat, permeating through your clothing. It feels good. It scares you. “I don’t… know.”

“Tomorrow, again,” he says, releasing you. “Please do better. Remember we’re doing this for you, but foremost for the people.”

“Understood,” you murmur, biting back tears as you watch him walk away.

Midnight has arrived when you end your reverie, thinking about that emotion that took root in your body and spirit, growing stronger as time passed. And you never dared tell him, never dared facing it nor can you explain why. You take a deep breath, leaned with your arms folded on the edge of the bed, your forehead resting on them. You never told him, and now…

And now with each day I’m losing hope.

Your shoulders are shaking, and your eyes sting. There is no one else here but you and him, the long chamber of empty beds the only witness to your breakdown.

You’re so absorbed by despair, you don’t perceive the faint movement, or the hand gently placed on your head.

“... Why are you crying?”

You choke on a silent sob, blinking in shock at the low, throaty voice, broken with disuse. Slowly, you raise your head.

He's staring at you, a bleak smile on his lips, and you're utterly, incomprehensibly frozen.

“You… you’re awake?” It feels like the dumbest of questions: your body knows the truth before your mind catches up.

“That… depends. Are you really here?” he asks in turn.

You nod, biting on your lower lip and wiping your eyes with your sleeve. “Yes, yes I am.”

The smile wavers for a moment as he grimaces in pain. “Oh, I see. Then… it seems… you’re not rid of me yet.”

All the gods in all the world couldn’t keep the emotions flooding you at bay, and you shake your head as warm tears flow down your face.

PART II

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leedosbunnyboy · 10 months

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Kyojuro Rengoku; The Fire Kindling in My Heart

Genre: Fluff, Implied Smut

Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku x Male Reader

Warning(s): Very narrative-driven, Slight feminization (Reader is referred to as a wife), Kyojuro and Reader bathe together, Implied bath s3x

Summary: Living with the love of your life can do a number on you, especially when you live every day wondering if he’ll even come back alive

Part II

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Ten years…

Ten years since you’ve first started living with the flame hashira’s family.

Kyojuro Rengoku, the flame hashira, was your best friend since you were kids. So whenever your parents were killed by a demon, it was only natural he’d invite you to live with his family.

You were eternally grateful for his kindness and did everything anything necessary to attempt to repay his kindness; however, Kyojuro never once asked anything of you, simply saying you being alive and within his presence was more than enough. Even now, Kyojuro was twenty and you were nineteen, he was still as caring as ever. Always bringing you gifts from his many missions.

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You knew you liked the slayer. Hell, you’ve known since you were twelve. That was when Kyojuro held you as you cried on the second anniversary of your parents’ death. You wailed, you screamed, you looked a mess, all covered in snot and struggling to breathe, but Kyojuro never once judged you. He simply continued to hold you and you let you cry into his shoulder, whispering sweet words into your ear when you calmed enough to no longer be shaking. That’s when you knew, your heart belonged to him.

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You weren’t any good with swords, hence why you never chose to pursue the path of a demon slayer. Kyojuro tried his best to teach you, but you simply couldn’t figure it out. Instead, you decided to learn medicine. If you couldn’t help Kyojuro on the battlefield, you could at least help him in the aftermath. While Kyojuro spent his days training to pass Final Selection, you would learn how to blend herbs and roots from the kind old doctor up the mountain. Returning home at night to prepare dinner for Kyojuro and his younger brother, Senjuro, as well as to clean out any scrapes the older might have received during his training. You would run a bath for the swordsman and massage his tense shoulders until he began to doze off. Afterwards, you would tuck in Senjuro for the night, making sure to read him his favorite stories. The younger always asking if he could grow up to be as brave as the heroes in his stories, and you always reassuring him that he would be even braver. You would then head to Kyojuro’s room and fall asleep in the slayer’s arms.

A warm feeling would arise in your chest every night. You loved this routine.

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When Kyojuro was promoted to a hashira, you couldn’t really bring yourself to be happy. First off, his missions almost always had him away from home, so now that he was an even higher rank, you knew there was almost no way he’d be home for a while. And second of all, he’s almost died multiple times, and now that he was a hashira, you knew you would have to get used to it. Every time you had to wipe his blood off his skin, every time you had to stitch a gaping cut, it pained you. You constantly worried for him, and now to know the man you cared for so deeply could die any day now, did nothing to ease your constant fear. But he assured you, “I’m very strong (M/n)! It is my duty to protect the weak. Of what use would my years of training be if i never used it to protect the weak?” God, he reminded you so much of his mother.

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By some miracle, Kyojuro had some time off. A week off specifically. A week of not having to worry about if he’d be killed on the battlefield, a week of not having to hold your breath each time a crow came to your residence out of fear of hearing of his death, just a week of relaxing with Kyojuro by your side.

However, fate had other ideas.

In the middle of his break, he was called via crow to report to his master’s residence. Lord Ubayashiki if you recall correctly. You’ve never met the man but you’ve heard great things.

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“Must you really go? I’m sure you can simply tell him all he needs to know in a letter.” You now stood at the entrance to the Rengoku estate. Barely catching up to the flame hashira on his way out:

“I wish it was that easy (M/n), but if the master requires my presence it must be important.” He held your hands, his fingers brushing over your knuckles in an attempt to calm your growing worry. “Hey, I fortunately still have 3 more days of my break, remember? When I return, I promise I won’t leave your side until my rest is over.” He flashed you that god-forsaken smile of his. The smile that calmed you down and had your heart beating faster than the speed of a shinobi.

“When you return, please hold me?” You looked up at the man, silently swearing him to hold up his end of the promise with just your eyes.

“I swear on my honor, (M/n).” And with that, he was on his way.

You watched until you could no longer see his bright hair over the tree line, before returning back to sit at the engawa, distracting yourself by counting the stars.

“You really love my brother, don’t you?” Asked a small voice.

“Is it really that obvious?” You chuckled, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face.

“Of course it is. Your face lights up every time you’re with him.” Senjuro comments as he moves to sit next to you.

“Then why doesn’t he say anything?” You asked, tears beginning to well in your eyes. “I doubt he’ll ever feel the same. He needs a strong hashira woman to marry, not a lowly pharmacist like me who can’t even wield a sword properly.” You wiped some stray tears away with the sleeve of your kimono. It was blue and had coi fish and lily pads as the design. Kyojuro bought it for you. He said you’d look pretty in it.

“You shouldn’t be so harsh on yourself (M/n),” Senjuro rested his hand on your shoulder, “I know my brother cares deeply for you. Why else would he invite you to live with us?”

“Because your brother is an honorable man who pities the weak. It was for no other reason than helping a pitiful boy who couldn’t even help his parents.” You clenched your hands into a fist as to not cry.

“Don’t say such things about yourself.” Senjuro shifted to rub your back. For such a young boy, Senjuro was very was mature for his age. I guess having to raise yourself due to having a drunkard as a father does that to a kid. “You know, Kyojuro told me he joined the slayers corp because of you.”

You turned towards the younger boy, surprise etched into every corner of your face.

“When he saw you that night ten years ago. Alone, all at the hands of a demon, he promised to not allow that to happen to anyone again. He said he made two promises that night; to kill all demons and to never let you be alone again.” Senjuro recounted, his smile brightening upon feeling your back relax.

“He truly cares for you (M/n). When he returns, please consider telling him about your feelings. I promise he won’t hate you, no- he can’t ever hate you.” Senjuro smiled at you.

“I will.” You wipe the remainder of the tears off your face. “Now, let’s get you back to bed, yeah?”

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Kyojuro returned by sunrise. Ubayashiki simply wanted to inform him of his next mission after his break.

He slowly crept into his home, peeping into his father’s room to see him sound asleep. Most likely due to alcohol rather than exhaustion, but at least he isn’t yelling at Senjuro, or god forbid, (M/n).

He then made his way to his room, but not before peeking into Senjuro’s room. His heart swelled at the sight of you resting with Senjuro in your hold, his head resting in the crook of your neck. A half-read story in your hands.

“Poor things. You both must’ve been very tired.” Kyojuro whispered as he moved to wrap you both in a blanket. You reached out a hand to grip his. “Oh, it’s you.” You stated, half-asleep. “I’m sorry (M/n). I didn’t mean to wake you.” He softly smiled. “No, it’s fine. I was about to awake anyways. Let me just lay Senjuro down and I’ll make us some breakfast alright?” You shifted to rest the younger Rengoku on his futon before tucking him in with a blanket. “Sounds good to me.” The flame hashira smiled as you dragged him out of his room and into the kitchen.

“Are you in the mood for anything specific?” You asked as you wrapped an apron around your waist. “Some miso soup would be amazing!” He stated. “With sweet potatoes i assume?” You smiled back to him. “You know me so well.” The flame hashira chuckled heartily. “Well of course I would know what my best friend likes.” Not to mention how i’m crazy in love with you you thought.

Just before you could finish the meal, a very annoyed and very hungover Shinjuro came barging into the kitchen. His eyes glanced over to Kyojuro before a look of disgust overtook his face.

“Sir Shinjuro. Would you like some miso soup as well?” You offered. Mostly to break the uncomfortable silence which had overtaken the area.

“Sure, sure, whatever.” Kyojuro’s father had never particularly hated you, in fact, the flame hashira might even go as far as to say his father liked you. Well, he’s never shown it, but he’s also never yelled at you, and according to Kyojuro those are the same things.

You smiled towards the retired hashira before preparing three bowls of soup, as well as an extra for when Senjuro decided to wake up. Normally Shinjuro would have him up at this hour but you decided to let him sleep in just a bit longer. You brought over the bowls and set them in front of the two men before taking your seat beside Kyojuro, apron still wrapped around your waist.

“Is it good?” You asked Kyojuro. “Of course it is! Everything you make is delicious (M/n)!” The flame hashira would say before wolfing down the entire bowl. “Tasty!” You chuckled at his antics. “Shall i get you some more?” He nodded and you arose to pour him some more.

“He has two arms and two legs (M/n). I’m pretty sure he can pour his own soup.” Shinjuro would remark as you stood. “It’s completely fine. I have no issue with it.” You stated once you returned with Kyojuro’s bowl. “He is a hashira. It won’t kill him to get up every once in a while. He doesn’t need you to be waiting on him hand and foot-“ “That’s enough father.” Kyojuro interrupted. “I would never ask something of (M/n) if it were to hinder him. Now please let us eat in peace.” Shinjuro tsked before continuing to eat. “Say, Kyojuro. Why don’t you get that wife of yours to go wake up Senjuro. He has to start training soon.” A blush found its way to both your and Kyojuro’s faces at the comment. “I-I’ll go get Senjuro.” You quickly stood and scurried to the younger’s room. “I can run you a bath if you’d like Kyojuro?” You offered before you fully exited the kitchen. “That would be lovely (M/n), *cough* thank you.” He stated, face still red and clearly flustered.

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“Thank you (M/n). This is wonderful.” Kyojuro said as he sunk into the warm water. “It’s no problem at all Kyojuro.” You smiled at him and began to work on massaging his tense muscles.

“About what my father said, I apologize if it made you uncomfortable.” The flame hashira said as he relaxed into your touch. “It’s completely fine.” You contemplated on whether or not to say what was on your mind. “I actually kind of liked it.” You whispered, but Kyojuro heard you.

“Oh?” He leaned his head back to make eye contact with you. “Would you enjoy being my wife? Would you like to wait here for me on my missions and then when I’d return, I’d hold you and whisper sweet things into your ear?” Kyojuro teased. His smiled widened as he saw your ears begin to turn red. “Well, I already kind of do that.” You said, attempting to distract yourself by working on kneading the older’s tense muscles.

“(M/n)…” Kyojuro called. “Hmm?” You cautiously looked up at him. “Could you please join me?” You swear you could feel your face turn darker than a beet, but you complied nonetheless.

Now you found your back resting against the chest of the flame hashira as he worked on cleaning your hair.

“How long have you wanted to be my wife?” Kyojuro teased. “Since we were kids. I’ve always admired you Kyojuro. Your resolve, your determination, your kindness, your pure heart, all of it made me fall deeper and deeper in love with you.” You finally admitted what you’d been holding with you for the past seven years. “What if I told you I felt the same?” Kyojuro asked. His hand falling from your hair to hold your hands. “Are you sure it’s not just because we’re both naked and pressed against each other?” You joked. “Well not that I don’t enjoy this, but it’s not at all the reason.” He pulled you closer to him. “All I do is for you. Joining the demon slayer corp, training hard to become a hashira, waking up in the morning, it’s all for you (M/n). While I’m away on missions, all I do is long to come home and see your beautiful smile while you’re reading to Senjuro. To hold you while you work on whatever new interest captures your attention. To taste your amazing cooking. To simply be around you is my will to live. You’re my everything (M/n).”

“But I am a man. You deserve a strong woman to carry your bloodline. Hell, I can’t even wield a sword correctly, how do you expect me to be good enough-“ Kyojuro’s lips met with yours. “Please stop speaking such nonsense. I don’t need a bloodline, I only need you (M/n).” A comfortable silence overtook the bathroom as he simply held you. Relishing in the presence of each other.

“I’ll tell you what (M/n). After this mission is over, I will marry you. How does that sound?” Your heart was beating uncontrollably. “Hello?” Kyojuro giggled as he caught sight of your flustered expression. “Don’t laugh at me! The man I’ve been in love with just expressed his feelings towards me and asked me to marry him in the same hour.” You slapped his chest as he continued to laugh. “Well, do you accept?” He looked into your eyes. “Of course!” Kyojuro smiled and captured your lips again. “Good, now let me show you just how much I love you.”

You two became one beneath that water. Much to the dismay of Shinjuro’s ears.

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As quickly as he returned, he had to leave yet again. Now you stood again at the gate of the estate. Kyojuro’s hands in yours as you begged for him not leave.

“I must go love. This mission is important.” Kyojuro chuckled as you continued to cling to him.

“Come back safely. You owe me a wedding!” You whined.

Kyojuro nodded and brought your lips to his. Holding you tightly and he hoped you would feel all his love.

“Promise you’ll return to me.” You held out your pinky to him.

He intertwined your fingers and kissed your knuckle. “Promise.”

“Say… what kind of mission are you even going on?”

“Something to do with a train. I’m sure it won’t be hard. I’ll be back quickly!”

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zikkytheblicky · 3 months

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♡︎ you can call me zikky or any pet names if you prefer. I’m black and Jamaican— pronouns are he/him/they/them/theirs i’m transgender and bisexual !!

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xuzuitengenx · 10 months

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Sub!Kyojuro Rengoku x Top!Male Reader NSFW Oneshot (Wattpad)

Title: "The Loudest."

Genre—NSFW

AU—Modern AU

Quick Info: Uzui and his wives are neighbors with Rengoku and Y/N

Warning(s): EXPLICIT WORDS, Oversimulation, Riding, Praising, Handjob

[A/N]: I wrote this at like 2-3am— Sorry for any misspelled words or bad grammar :)

"Tengen-Sama!"

"mm? What..?" Uzui sleepy answers as one of his wives called to him.

"Oi! Tengen-Sama!!"

"Hmm? Yeah..?"

"TENGEN-SAMA!!" All the wives yelled at their sleeping husband who woke up and sat up in bed.

"WHAT?" Uzui looked at his wives as they were also sitting up on their huge bed.

"Ah.. They are at it..again.." Suma meekly says as the other two wives nods.

Uzui looks at her in a questioning look before he hears muffled loud moans/groans and bangs from the constantly moving bed hitting the wall.

Uzui groaned tiredly as he quickly grew annoyed.

This isn't the first time that Uzui and his wives' sleep has been interrupted by their neighbors aka their best friends.

"God.. Do they really have to fuck every night?" Uzui mumbled to himself as he got off his luxurious bed with his wives on it.

Getting out of his home with his flamboyant fluffy slippers and went over to his neighbors'.

As he got over, he pounded at the door like a tired old lady before he heard running footsteps from the other side becoming louder and louder.

The door soon opened up, revealing a heavy breathing (H/C) hair male who was just wearing boxers and a T-shirt which was backwards while also inside-out, showing the tag of the shirt.

"Oh, hey there.. You need something?" The male asked, leaning against the door frame as Uzui glared at him.

"Yeah. I need you to shut the fuck up. All I ask which I ask EVERY night is peaceful quiet for 8 hours, Y/N!" Uzui huffed with his arms crossed.

"Alright, Alright." Y/N says and nods in agreement.

Uzui groans and walks away to his home.

Y/N closed the door and locked it. Running back to his bedroom where his lover was waiting for him.

Walking into the bedroom, he was right.

His lover, Kyojuro, who was so out of character as he laid naked in their messy bed.

He had flushed cheeks as his mouth was slightly open letting out soft pants and slight drool dripping from his lips, his eyes filled with lust and small tears and his body littered with both new and old marks made by Y/N.

Y/N didn't waste time and took off his shirt and boxers. He quickly got on the bed and in between Kyojuro's thick thighs which was also had marks on them.

Kyojuro's hands found their way onto Y/N's cheeks and brought his face down to his own and kissed him. Y/N couldn't resist kissing him back and his hands went on Kyojuro's hips.

The kiss gotten more heated as their tongues got involved. Hips started to grind against each other and low, muffled moans came from the two.

Kyojuro and M/N broke their heated kiss, lips still lightly connected and Kyojuro moved his hands from Y/N's face to his neck.

"Are you ready to continue on, my love?" Y/N whispered against Kyojuro's pink lips. A low hum came from Kyojuro and a soft 'yes' was heard after.

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"Mmm~! A-ah~!!"

As the bed continues to roughly hit the wall repeatedly, Y/N had Kyojuro on all fours while he thrusted into Kyojuro harshly, receiving loud moans from Kyojuro who's voice was breaking and body trembling.

Y/N watched underneath him as Kyojuro's back arched and him clawing the sheets that were under him.

Smirking at the sight, Y/N thought to overstimulate Kyojuro which he did by removing his one of his hands from Kyojuro's hips and went for his cock that was dripping pre-cum, wanting a release real bad.

He was quick to start giving Kyojuro a handjob as he was still thrusting into Kyojuro. Kyojuro whined loudly when he felt Y/N's warm hand on his cock giving him a handjob which was making him lose his mind.

Now feeling himself coming closer to his climax, his moans became more frequently and his body failing to keep him up on all fours from the trembling and overwhelming pleasure that he was receiving.

Y/N seemed to read his mind by suddenly pulling out and finally letting go of Kyojuro's cock, giving Kyojuro a moment to breathe before the hands on his hips turned him around onto his back, facing his lover who moved between his legs once again.

"Fuck, you're so cute, Kyo~" Y/N complemented, making the heavy breathing Kyojuro looked away, fluster at the complement and the nickname.

Y/N chuckled at this and went down to kiss Kyojuro's red cheek before softly grabbing his chin, making his face turn facing Y/N's.

Y/N laid a tender kiss on Kyojuro's lips. Kyojuro returned the kiss immediately as his legs wraps around Y/N's waist.

As the kiss continued, Kyojuro let out a muffled gasp when he felt Y/N's tip against his entrance. Kyojuro slowly broke the tender kiss before unexpectedly pushed Y/N onto the side, making Y/N lay on his back and Kyojuro sitting on top of him.

Y/N was slighty shocked at the sudden turn but the flustered Kyojuro continued on.

"Let me.. take over.." Kyojuro says as his voice was raspy and low due to the loud moaning and whines.

Kyojuro put one of his hand on Y/N's chest as he looked behind him, seeing Y/N's erected cock that was close to his ass. He took Y/N's cock and pressed it against his entrance, making him shuddered softly before setting himself down slowly on Y/N's cock.

The two of them moaned at the insertion. Y/N's hands now on Kyojuro's hips and when Kyojuro no longer needed his hand to direct, putting both his hands on Y/N's chest.

Once Y/N was fully inside, Kyojuro started to move by slowly bouncing, airy moans leaving his mouth as his eyes were closed.

Y/N moans as Kyojuro was riding him. He soon felt Kyojuro's bouncing sped up, increasing their pleasurable noises louder.

Y/N watches as Kyojuro continued to fuck himself on Y/N's cock, loving how he gets to see this side of him. How needy and lewd he was.

"Ah~! Ah~! N-nghh~!" Kyojuro's loud moans kept erupting from him.

Y/N soon felt Kyojuro's body tremble on top of him and his bouncing slowing down a bit. Kyojuro's thighs were probably giving up on him which made Y/N thrusted upwards.

Kyojuro let out a loud mewl as he felt Y/N's sudden thrust. "Haa~!! I-I'm Ah~! God~!" Kyojuro moans, his head thrown back as he was close to cummimg while so was Y/N who was also close too.

Kyojuro continues his bouncing for a little longer and then soon, letting out a high pitched whine while he came on top of Y/N's chest and Y/N, cumming with a groan when Kyojuro tightens around him during his orgasm.

Heavy breathing were heard from the couple as Kyojuro got off of Y/N and laid down on the bed besides Y/N, exhausted.

Y/N was exhausted too but he still got off the bed and went to the bathroom to start a warm bath since he knows how Kyojuro isn't a fan sleeping covered in sweat and cum.

After the bath was done, he went back into the bedroom which he saw Kyojuro on the phone as he was now sitting up. When Y/N got closer, he soon heard the boomimg voice of Tengen on the other side, yelling at probably the noise.

Y/N sat on the bed next to Kyojuro who looked at him. Y/N signaled to hand the phone to him which Kyojuro did.

"I SWEAR TO GOD, I WILL KILL YOUR STUPID HUSBAND OF YOURS AND-"

"Sorry, Tengenn~ It won't happen again tomorrow now good nighttt~" Y/N says with a teasing tone before hanging up.

"I don't get the problem- This is payback for when we couldn't sleep because of him and his wives. Now, you're ready for your bath, Kyo?"

Looking at Kyojuro, he saw Kyojuro's smile and then a small laugh from Kyojuro, Y/N couldn't help but to laugh softly. He truly loved Kyojuro's laugh and his smile.

"Yes, I am, Y/N!" Kyojuro excited for the warm bath.

"Great, now hold on!" Y/N says as he went to put up Kyojuro in a bridal way.

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"I'M GOING TO KILL THAT BASTARD!! HE ALWAYS SAYS TOMORROW BUT GUESS WHAT- HE NEVER DOES!!"

While Tengen continues his complaints, his wives sighed at their husband while he is being the loudest at the moment.

#dom male reader #male reader #mature #seme male reader #top male reader #x male reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x male reader #kny x male reader #kny kyojuro #kny x reader #kyojuro rengoku #kimetsu no yaiba x male reader #rengoku x male reader #rengokukyoujorou #rengoku my beloved #smut #uzuitengen

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privitivium · 2 months

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hai i hope you are doing well 🫶🏻 ! can i get either subtop beam from csm or rengoku with amab reader?

yes dear god i love kyojuro so much.,,, i might do beam on my own time soon if not requested - because who doesnt love a good fucking shark boy?!?!?!!

subtop rengoku kyojuro hcs...

both amab, cw;; nsfw. uh. perverted nature. masturbation

ㅡi love kyojuro. deserves the world bro. he'd be so romantic and affectionate,,,, caring. So thoughtful. always thinking about you, borderline distracting him from being swatted with a wooden katana - he likes to think of you as his lucky charm in his mind. thinking of you,,, when he's on a mission,,, a week goes by in the village he's treading through, and after defeating the demon wreaking havoc - he takes a short moment to dedicate his time to you by jerking off in his hotel room and writhing against the sheets. so needy for your touchㅡweakly pinching at his hardened nipple as he strokes along the base of his thick length - trying to mock the way you would touch him before he regains his sense after cumming - so eager to see you he energizes fully and runs all the way back to see you!!!

ㅡspending his free time training and worshipping the ground you walk on. he's a little messy,,, mind frazzled every time he thinks of you - even for a split second. his heart beating against his ribs, desperately needing you to aid him with your affection,,, even one brush against lips will do. sparring against each other and the other rewarding simply because of their "good form" -

ㅡkyojuro buried inbetween your legs,,, so eagerly lapping at the sheen of sweat and the mere taste of your cock as his reward ,,,, mumbling a soft tasty and reaching down to jerk off at the sound of your squirms and the way you taste. being so sensitive to you,, cumming so quickly just after a few languid strokes as he engorges himself in your thick cock that he often fantasizes about - he can't help it, you just pop into his head and he cant help but think about your body on his in a loving embrace, entangled with one another so lewdly.

ㅡor you, rewarding him. orally... taking care of him. calling him your sweet boy before swirling your tongue along his flushed tip whilst gripping the base to guide it to your lips, relishing in he way he ever so slightly jerks into the graze of your lips and nearly pleadsㅡor even,,, jerking him off with him in your lap. kyojuro laying across your lap with his head in your chest or sitting in-between, either way his well-trimmed cock is getting fucking teased.

ㅡor having him be the one to jerk you off. in his lap, face buried in his chest and suckling off his nipple as he strokes your dick with his spit lathered callous hand; so eager to please you and show you how much he loves you through acts of love such as jerking you off in a wisteria forest.

ㅡ"you're so beautiful, kyojuro. you feel so good..." shit like that, while riding him or in missionary, making his heart beat against his chest and make him high on adrenaline and thrust a bit sloppier... nuzzling into your neck and inhaling yourself while feeling yr walls clamp down on his cock. he's so in love with you, making him blush so easily and his dick go upright when you walk into a room.

ㅡyour praise fuels him. it makes him so happy he cant contain himself,,, calling him so pretty, so cute - my kyojuro.. - tugging his head back by a fistful of his thick blond locks and shoving ur tongue in his propped open mouth bro,,, him so eagerly kissing back,,, like a puppy. a nickname you often abuse with him, hes so lovely ,,,,

ㅡthis beautiful man begging ,,, underneath you, his cock buried deep as you sit proudly - his dick throbs inside you;; overloaded with sensitivity after cumming so quickly;; he's embarrassed,,, trying to shakily laugh it off but you kiss him to comfort him, his pretty red face, telling him that its okay, its okay! before methodically grinding onto him and making him gasp softly and writhe - breathless whines leaving his saliva glossy lips that you quickly attach yourself to,,,

ㅡkyojuro genuinely dreading the time you spend apart when you're not paired on the same mission. knowing he has to put civilians before you for a brief moment,,, getting a lovely reward of being showered in kisses, uncaring of how grimy he was, and cleaned by your hands when he returns.,,, he's the sweetest ever, so kind to you. still making you feel giddy as ever when he's merely around you,,

#kny =͟͟͞͞★#kyojuro rengoku x m reader!!!#male reader #x male reader #dom male reader #x dom male reader #x bottom male reader #bottom male reader #kny x male reader #hooray!-!!!!#rengoku kyojuro x male reader

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flametrashiraarchive · 1 year

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I've seen others do this for characters thought it looked fun to write! These are my headcanons for Rengoku x GN reader

RENGOKU NSFW ALPHABET

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Congratulations! You just banged the perfect gentleman.

You want a glass of water? Rengoku is in the kitchen, pouring you the most filtered, ice-cold, refreshing beverage of your life.

You need cuddles? He will snuggle FOR DAYS if you let him.

Hips a little sore? He’s already massaging them (although that can often result in another round… he has magic hands.)

He loves when you fall asleep in his arms and will fight off sleep as long as possible so he can just soak in the sensation of holding you and knowing you’re content.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s pretty proud of his body, but not vain about it. He’s proud of his strength and what his body can achieve. I think Kyojuro’s the type of guy to flex when he’s alone, though he’s too modest to do it in public. He’s pretty proud of his biceps and he likes when you touch them (it will absolutely give him a boner.)

As for you? It’s a toss up between your stomach or your chest. They’re comfortable to lie his head on. if you let him put his head on your chest and you stroke his hair he'll be asleep in seconds.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Yours? UMAI.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s a futon humper. His favorite way to get off when he’s alone is to grind his hips against the futon and imagine it’s you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Regardless of experience, you can bet your ass that he’ll dedicate himself entirely to learning how to please you. Please be open with him about what you like. He wants to learn and he wants to make you happy.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything face-to-face so he can maintain eye-contact. His hearing isn’t great so he likes to watch your reactions and make sure you’re loving it as much as he is.

Doggie feels great too, but he’ll be leaning over the entire time to kiss your neck and jaw.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I don’t think he’s especially goofy (although he will absolutely laugh if things go awry before getting right back to it. He’s great at relieving tension). He smiles a lot though. Pleasing you makes him so happy he could burst.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

The carpet matches the eyebrows. I hope you like bush.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’ll hold your hand throughout, entwining his fingers with yours while he showers you in compliments and kisses. “You’re so beautiful,” "So perfect," “You’re taking me so well,” “You feel so good.”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

The first time he jacked off while thinking about you, he felt so guilty he followed Tengen around for a day trying to pluck up the courage to get it off his chest and ask for advice.

Tengen’s response? “Ask if they wanna watch next time.”

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Edging! The longer you can delay his gratification the better. Kyojuro thrives on discipline and he loves savoring sensations.

It also goes without saying that this man has a praise kink (both giving and receiving)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers privacy, somewhere you won’t be disturbed and he can take as long as he wants to.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going?)

Oh this poor man. With you it feels like everything gets him going. Eye contact, your laugh, your strength when you train together, the way your body feels against his when you hug him, your hands, your scent. He's smitten.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won’t hurt you. Even spanking makes him nervous.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

UMAI! You may as well rename your bits "the bento box", because Kyojuro is going to eat them many, many times.

As much as he loves getting blowjobs, this man is the absolute king of going down. He’ll spend days between your thighs if you let him. If you want to make his year, grip that little ponytail and push his face down as you grind against his mouth. He’ll never stop thinking about it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He'll be whatever you need him to be, but he prefers to take his time. It takes a lot of convincing for him to be rough with you though. He doesn't want to hurt you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If you want a quickie, he will happily oblige, but it's all for you. He might not cum (but he'll absolutely make sure you do.)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He'll try new things with you. But risks? This good boy? Nah.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Three words: total concentration breathing. He has a lot of control over his body, so he can last a loooooong time, but once he cums he's done (as long as you don't need anything you've got about two minutes until he's passed out). But don't worry, he's the foreplay king. You'll cum plenty of times.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Not unless you want to use them. If you do, prepare for the tag team of a lifetime. Congratulations, you just gave Kyojuro a new way to make you happy, and he's going to make sure you're delirious by the time he's through with you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh boy. If you're in the mood for teasing, he will absolutely indulge you. He'll spend all night touching you ALMOST exactly where you need him to until you're begging him to let you come. He'll take it so slow, telling you to control your breathing when you get too excited, making sure that every nerve in your body is tingling.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

You better start baking lots of tasty treats for your neighbors. Kyojuro has no idea how loud he is and he will 100% let you know how much he's enjoying himself. Whimpers, groans, wanton moans. And if you edge him long enough he's not above begging.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He blushes a lot, all the way down to his stomach when he's really turned on. And he'd love it if you took charge. Pin him down, tell him he's pretty, tease his poor cock until its weeping rivers of precum. He loves when you kiss (and gently bite) his hips and thighs too. Having your lips just a few inches from his cock drives him wild.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's exceptionally average but will put his entire soul into fucking you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He's good at suppressing urges when they come at inappropriate times, but he is absolutely DTF whenever you are. He never knows when he'll be called away on a long mission, so he'll take any opportunity for intimacy he can.

Those moments he's just staring and not blinking? He's thinking about going down on you until you're a panting mess.

The only time he'll make you wait is if he's training, and even then he'll invite you to watch. If it's a secluded spot, he'll maybe strip to the waist and continue training, knowing you're absolutely checking him out but feigning innocence.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If you're content and there's no possible way he can make you happier, he'll fall asleep quickly. He sleeps better when you're touching him (spooning is his favorite– big or little spoon, he doesn't care. Please cuddle this man and stroke his hair. He deserves it.)

#kny x reader #rengoku x reader #rengoku smut #rengoku fanfic #rengoku kyoujurou x reader #alphabet #rengoku headcanons #kimetsu kyojuro #demon slayer

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d0nnie-real · 2 years

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Hcs For Uzui, Rengoku, Sanemi and Giyu With a Tall and Muscle S/o

Oooo sounds like a fun write! Thank you so much for this request!

Uzui, Rengoku, Sanemi and Giyu with a tall and muscle s/o! (no images this time because i'm borrowing my friends computer) UZUI - BEGS you to carry him around so he can show off to the others - Both of you guys would be gym bros ofc y'all work out everyday unless he's on a mission - Tries to carry you to show off how strong he is to his wives and he probably can carry you but if you're like really really strong or something like just pure pounds of muscle he'll drop you on accident - For the tall part, is jealous because he enjoys ppl shorter then him but you're like a tree and he will 100% climb RENGOKU - He's used to people being a bit taller then him so he doesn't mind! will ask you to carry him on your shoulders so he'll feel taller tho- - Loves training with you! Because you're so strong and tall its great for training :) - Likes it when you hold his head to your chest, makes him feel so very safe in your arm - he likes when he is on your shoulder and then just start running its very fun to him and such a boost of adrenaline! SANEMI - Just like rengoku he is used to people being taller then him, but he does like your cuddles - Will pretend he doesn't like being on your shoulders when secretly he does because he likes feeling taller lol - Trains with you like the others, because he loves a good challenge plus he needs to know if you can defend yourself! surely if you're that strong you can defend yourself right?? - he likes wearing your cloths sometimes... don't tease him about it tho- he'll yell your ear off GIYU - just like sanemi and rengoku he is also used to folks being taller then him - LOVES when you cuddle him, it makes him feel so safe and comfy - doesn't really like being on your shoulders but when he is he likes smelling your hair your shampoo smells really nice - Please for the love of god cuddle this man to no end because it'll make him so happy and he can finally yell at shinobu when she says no one likes him lol

#demon slayer #demon slayer x m!reader #kny #gn reader #rengoku kyojuro #uzui tengen #sanemi shinazugawa #giyuu tomioka #kny x male reader #kny x gn!reader

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Can i maybe get a xiao or tsukasa male reader x hashiras if your doing requests or dont mind T_T

Hashiras x Male! Xiao Reader

AN: Thank you for the request Swivy! I'm not sure what format you wanted the post in or who Tsukasa is so I settled for the Xiao reader concept and some of the Hashira that I'm more familiar with!

Request: Yes Summary: Rengoku, Tengen, Sanemi, and Shinobu's thoughts on a male reader with Xiao's general attitude/Personality. Reader uses some derivative of wind breathing because Xiao and Anemo go hand-in-hand. Warnings: N/A

Kyojuro Rengoku

Does not understand M/N at all, but doesn't let it phase him either.

What do you mean you want to stay away from the other demon slayers? Karmic Dept? Such nonsense! Just come with him and you'll make friends in no time at all! Kyojuro knows just how to help!

He met M/N by pure happenstance, passing through a village shortly after nightfall. The H/C-haired man was dueling with a demon not too far from the outskirts- and doing just fine by the Hashira's standards.

M/N ripped through the sick creature with clear and concise strikes, showcasing great skill in his breathing form as he jumped around the demon he was fighting, dodging attacks and almost seeming to dance in the air as he counterattacked, leaving gashes quicker than the beast could regenerate. Then, with one swipe? It was over. The head was sent toppling to the ground, and the body along with it.

Rengoku could only beam at him and clap as he approached, congratulating M/N on a job well done. He didn't notice the apprehension in his body language at all as he set his hand on the smaller man's shoulder, a giant grin on his face.

He'd already been impressed at the show of strength from such a young-looking member of the force, but to learn that this was the 5th demon he'd had to deal with in the past few days? The sheer dedication was astounding.

M/N did not appreciate this in the slightest and was blunt in stating so. Rengoku might've toned down on the physical contact that made him uncomfortable but didn't do the same for his volume or enthusiasm, much to his subordinate's chagrin.

This kept up well into the future as M/N climbed the ranks, with the Hashira asking about his exploits and how his missions had been going.

More than a few times he ended up comparing his breathing style to Sanemi's thanks to the wind aspect, which M/N could quite frankly do without. Couldn't the kind and energetic blond just leave him alone? He didn't want his karma to rub off on him. For demon slayers, dying was an occupational hazard. He'd hate to see such a skilled swordsman perish because he got too close.

Their relationship appeared to get better once the blond discovered M/N's love for almond tofu, which he proceeded to use to bribe him into coming out to eat with him. Things slowly progressed from there, and M/N became fairly comfortable with hanging out with Rengoku. He even stopped protesting! How shocking!

Missions with him were even more interesting, considering their respective fighting styles. By the time their bond of trust had developed, Kyojuro needed only to say his name and M/N would be at his side, hand on the hilt of his blade and ready to shed some blood.

Loyalty and consistency, as it appears, seem to go a long way. Even if his loud voice does tend to hurt his ears.

Tengen Uzui

Tengen... well let's just say he also had a favorable impression of M/N thanks to his fighting techniques.

Leaping into the air and plunging down, striking his enemy with such determination and impeccable form? Dodging quickly and dashing about like he weighed nothing at all? He had to say that his fighting style wasn't half bad. Even a tad flashy.

Of course, there's no way he could ever hope to rival a god such as himself, though... if he were to become his tsugoku...

Not in a million years. Or at least, that's the attitude M/N is rolling with. If Rengoku seemed pushy before, Tengen was going to be an entirely different story.

Rengoku... well... He means well, even if things don't register immediately. The Sound Hashira though? You could tell him to put you down when he's got you over his shoulder and he wouldn't hesitate to not follow that request. He's a whole different level of deliberate stubbornness.

Of course, it's not like he doesn't have his sweet side. He can be downright delightful if you get to know him in the right circumstances. It's just that M/N was never particularly interested in getting to know said sweet side.

Every moment spent in close contact with that man he either witnessed or experienced something disturbing against his will... not that his sense of disturbing was particularly normal, anyway.

For that reason (among several others) the man, though good at killing demons, tends to get on M/N's nerves.

M/N prefers to keep things more on the business side with Tengen. He has an immense respect for the technique and skill he harnesses with his blades in the war against demons. He's an impeccable Hashira, and a reliable comrade to fight alongside. In fact, it's not just him that's impressive. His wives are as well. And- his...mice?

Don't get M/N started on the mice.

They certainly have personality, but they're just one thing on the list of things he didn't know he didn't want to see until he saw them.

How did he even get them that buff?

What is he feeding them?

Is it edible?

Is it almond tofu?

He was hesitant about the wives (and their more affectionate and kind nature) until he tasted their cooking. M/N didn't know something could rival his favorite dish until he had it. Food is also how Tengen bribes him into staying around.

M/N tries to avoid these occasions as much as physically possible, despite how much the food tempts him. Uzui's wives were good people, and he didn't want to risk tainting them with his karma.

Uzui was debatable. He wouldn't mind seeing the man get knocked around by a demon just a little bit in combat to make up for the times he tried to get M/N to embrace a flashier lifestyle. But his wives? Nah.

Sure, they're perfectly capable of self-defense and would put up a good fight against him... but still. Too precious.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

No.

Absolutely not.

Don't get me wrong, Sanemi is strong as hell and good at killing demons, and they might have similar mindsets on things in a certain respect- *cough cough* demons being horrendous creatures that must be dealt with *cough cough*- but the firey ball of anger is just too unpleasant to be around.

Quite frankly Sanemi returns the sentiment.

As cold, distant, and aloof as M/N is, Sanemi isn't looking to befriend him in the slightest, and the same goes in the other direction.

Just because they're wind users and operate in the same corps doesn't mean they need to be buddy-buddy, and they are cool keeping their distance.

M/N is more or less neutral in Sanemi's respect. He'd take almost any other Hashira over him if they were in it for the long haul in terms of missions. In public it's always going to be strictly professional. Very much a "respect is there, but no feelings are attached" type of scenario.

Until M/N climbs the ranks and get's Hashira status, Sanemi is just a capable superior and a benchmark to surpass.

I wouldn't say the respect is returned, but eh. Does it really matter?

Kocho Shinobu

She's by far one of the only Hashira he's comfortable around.

While the others on this list are generally too physically or emotionally present or looking for connection, it's just so easy to be around Kocho and keep things how he's comfortable with them being.

She's level-headed, quiet, clear, and concise, impeccable in the medical field, is well accomplished in a fairly unique style of combat in comparison to the other Hashira, and so much more.

She doesn't need size or brute force to earn others' respect, fear, or admiration. She's just uniquely her... and disturbingly intimidating, in an uncanny valley sort of way.

M/N is of the opinion that if he had to work under any of the Hashira, or at least work with any of the Hashira, she'd be the one he'd want to work under. He trusts her judgment.

Given his occupation, he's likely gotten injured and had to deal with her and those working under her plenty of times as he perfected his combat style, so he knows better than to disobey the doctor's orders.

He doesn't need to look at her face to understand her intent and genuine feelings. He just knows.

Shinobu, I feel, doesn't exactly dislike him either. She's dealt with enough "interesting" types that I get the feeling she can read him fairly well too.

Streamlined. Respect. Loyalty. And Communication.

That is their bond in a nutshell.

They both also have an amusing habit of just.. popping up out of nowhere and startling people, so I think she's gotten a laugh out of that.

Patients have now become aware of the fact that if you're at her place, you now have to watch out for more than just the doc.

I like to think of this place as M/N's Wangshu Inn equivalent. Just a place he chills out playing distant from other people, waiting for the next orders from the top.

M/N also has impeccable hearing, which makes it much easier for him to appear when called.

He's more than likely been ordered to help with rehabilitation training for patients during the times he stays around too long. He doesn't offer up many objections.

AN: If you made it this far, I hope you enjoyed it! Apologies if I didn't get all the Hashira you might have wanted. I hope I did this somewhat justice?

May your day be as pleasant as the ocean's abyss is deep.

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irene9900 · 8 months

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You can take me better

Tengen Uzui, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Kyojuro Rengoku, Giyuu Tomioka x F!Reader

Content Warnings: Oral M!receiving, blowjobs, handjobs, mean Sanemi, cocky Tengen, a bit of bullying towards Giyuu (from Sanemi), use of petnames, degradation, hair pulling.

If I missed anything please let me know.

Author’s Note: My first anon request!

NSFW Content Minors and Ageless Blogs Do Not Interact.

“You’re going to take us well with that mouth of yours,” Uzui says as he dips his thumb between your lips. You’re kneeling on the ground in front of the four men, patiently waiting for their cocks. Your tongue darts out to meet Tengen’s thumb, swirling around the appendage.

Tengen lets out a breathy groan, “You eager minx.”

Pulling his hand away, he unhooks his belt, freeing his member. All that talk really wasn’t nothing. He was massive, both in girth and length. You began to wonder if you were the cocky one, not sure how well he was going to fit in your mouth.

He was still semi-flaccid, nonetheless, you look him in your mouth, gently sucking the tip before pushing all the way down to the base of his cock. His hand ran up through your hair, grasping tightly. You pulled back slowly, letting your tongue brush against the underside of his shaft.

“Just like that, minx, right there,” He guides your head along his cock, pushing you deeper against his pelvis. You could tell he was getting close when his grip on your hair loosened, breathy moans spilling from his mouth. In one quick move, he pushed your head against his pelvis, cumming down your throat.

You held one of your hands out, beckoning one of the other men over to you. Rengoku is the first to step up, cock already on display, leaking precum. He wasn’t as big as Tengen, but he made up for that in girth. You pulled away from Tengen, planting a kiss on the tip of Kyojuro’s cock.

You teased the tip of his cock for a bit, swirling your tongue around the tip while you gently stroked Tengen’s. You start to bob your head at a steady pace, he buries one of his hands in your hair gripping tightly as he moans loudly. Head tilted back, hand pushing you against his pelvis, forcing you to take him deeper. He can’t help himself. Your hot mouth against his dick was almost too much for him, taking a lot of self control not to cum on the spot from just the teasing. You pull back, placing small kitten licks against the tip, sending him over the edge. He paints the bottom half of your face in his cum. You use your fingers to wipe it up, licking them clean.

Sanemi, losing patience, grabs your jaw and shoves his dick inside, “My turn now you greedy slut, I’ll show you what you’ve been missing.”

He sets the pace, roughly fucking his dick in your mouth, letting out deep grunts as he deepthroats you to the point you’ve almost began to gag. His eyes trail over to Tomioka, who had been silently watching this whole time, barely moving from his spot. He lets out a guttural laugh.

“Come here to watch like a creep Tomioka?” Sanemi scoffs, “You’d be into that sort of thing.”

As if challenged, Giyuu crouches behind you, grabbing a handful of your neglected breasts, massaging gently. You let out an audible gasp against Sanemi’s cock. Giyuu continued massaging them, mouth coming to suck your neck. He rolls his fingers against your nipples, as your thighs clench together. You keep moaning against Sanemi’s cock, unable to focus on him anymore. Like Tengen, he pushes you against him, allowing himself to cum down your throat, pulling out and opening your mouth to make sure you’ve swallowed every bit of it.

You push Giyuu on the ground, hands reaching for his belt. He helps you undo it, finally freeing his cock from its confines. You give it one experimental lick before taking him fully in your mouth. He moans, unable to keep his cool composure as you bob your head up and down, hand coming to pump the base of his shaft. He kept bucking his hips up, chasing his high, hands pushing you down as he cums.

“All this pleasure for us, but we neglected you. Maybe then you can tell us which of us has the best tongue next.”

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kyojurismo · 10 months

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★ PROLOGUE

# sub!kyojuro rengoku x fem!reader

summary : your behaviour is starting to change towards him, but kyojuro fears this is only his imagination and that you’re simply lonely and finding a way to enjoy yourself. is there a possibility that you’re actually attracted to him?

chapter tags : sfw, mitsuri makes an appearance, mention of rengoku family, i can’t think of anything else so lemme know if i missed something, 1.6k words — i’ll try to write more for future chapters, pray for me lol.

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a young, rich woman without a husband? of course people would speculate about it. that’s what your mother used to repeat. because rich women were always seen under a different light.

but, you didn’t care. you never searched for a husband, you knew your worth and that you didn’t need a man to take care of you.

the only man you were able to tolerate was your precious servant, kyojuro rengoku. kyojuro had been working for you for almost three months now, he was a loyal, caring and educated young man. he was working hard to help his family, and nothing seemed to distract him from work.

at least for now.

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the fact that you could work from home was a real blessing. you weren’t a lazy person, you just enjoyed being around him most of the time.

kyojuro was a simple guy. he was always smiling and his voice sounded so comforting and soothing whenever he spoke, whatever the topic. he would be able to smile back at a bully and kindly ask him to not vent their anger on others. that was truly amazing.

his personality was able to overshadow his appearance. no doubts he was an attractive young man, but the moment he started interacting with you – oh, you completely forget about his pretty face. you could ask anyone, they would all reply with the same thing.

you were sitting at the table in your dining room, patiently waiting for your usual breakfast. your eyes were scanning the first pages of the newspaper, devouring the fresh news for the day, when the doors opened. he walked in and served you quietly, before bowing and taking a couple of steps back so he could stay close enough to you if you needed anything, but not that much close to disturb your peaceful breakfast.

“did you sleep well last night, kyojuro?” you suddenly asked him, keeping your gaze focused on the page as you took the first bite of your food. “yes, ma’am,” here came his voice. “i’m glad. as you know, we had to move your room closer to mine for a couple of electrical issues,” from kyojuro’s perspective your tone showed a bit of annoyance, but in reality a part of you was glad that side of your house had been left without light until someone could come to fix the cables. “i understand, but you don’t have to worry about me, ma’am,” he smiled even though he was standing behind you. “i’m happy with everything you decide.”

oh, really?

“now that i think about it, i have a bunch of commissions in town. i’d like for you to accompany me, if that’s alright,” you let a small smirk curve your lips when he hesitated; it was the first time you asked him something like that, after all. could it be a challenge?

“m-ma’am, i’d gladly accompany you but—” you interrupted him, knowing that he was gonna explain he had to stay here since it was his role in the first place. “kyojuro, i’m not really asking for you approval,” your tone sent a shiver down his spine and he cleared his throat. “i will gladly come with you.”

“good boy,” you turned your head to glance at kyojuro and show him a smile, before turning to finish eating your breakfast. that caused you to miss the faint blush appearing on his cheeks at your praise. it was the most casual thing to say, but somehow kyojuro found very pleasurable to hear you say it.

one thing for sure, you weren’t that dumb. you noticed that after such period of service, kyojuro craved your praises whenever he did something for you. it made him feel good and sent a pleasant feeling through his whole body. all this from just the thought of making you feel satisfied with his work.

would you be able to get something more from him at this point?

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you were staring out the window quietly, watching with little interest the people and the buildings passing by. “i’ve never been in this part of the city,” you heard kyojuro’s comment and turned to look at him, catching him staring out with a sweet smile on his face. “i realise you rarely leave the house…” your voice is low but it still reached his ears.

“ma’am, there’s no need for you to feel bad. that’s just my job,” he tilted his head to the side and smiled at you, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. he looked so… adorable.

“i’ll let you come with me more often,” you assured with a smile then grabbed a little notebook with a pen, handing them to him. “you can write down the places you want to visit next time.”

kyojuro was surprised but nodded eagerly, genuinely appreciating it. he indeed wrote down a bunch of places, but the dream of coming here again felt distant to him nonetheless.

when the car stopped, you jumped off followed by him and started walking towards your usual clothes shop. kyojuro glanced around curiously while you looked around for a new elegant dress. “what do you think?” he turned his head to look at you, noticing you were holding a sleeveless dark blue dress into your hands. “u-um, it looks good.”

were you really asking him for advice?

“i’ll try it on then,” you smirked at him and walked towards the dressing rooms section. kyojuro followed you swiftly, in case you would need something.

“i need help with closing the back!” you called from behind the curtain. you waited patiently for him, since he seemed to be quite hesitant to enter inside. it was the first time you asked for something like this. “kyo– oh, i thought you left without me,” you chuckled and watched him from the reflection.

his hands were warm against your skin, as he helped you close the dress. his cheeks were slowly turning red as he timidly glanced at your reflection, your cleavage more visible than usual now. “it looks beautiful,” his smile showed he was a bit embarrassed, but sincere. you turned to face him and smiled, watching him scan your figure. “yeah… really beautiful.”

you laughed before patting his arm playfully. “relax! you’re so tensed,” you exclaimed while turning around. you glanced at yourself into the mirror, it was indeed a beautiful dress. “i’m gonna buy this one then,” you announced, satisfied.

you then started taking the dress off before catching his eyes into the mirror. “are you waiting for a show?” you smirked at him and kyojuro’s eyes widened while his whole face turned red, quickly followed by his ears. “i-i’m sorry!” he was quick to exit and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

you found yourself enjoy teasing him. his reactions were cute. in fact, you kept doing it for the whole day. the mischievous touches whenever you were sitting next to each others, the compliments clearly going further that of a friendly relationship between a servant and his madam. kyojuro was left speechless most of the time, with red cheeks and his heart close to jump out of his chest.

but was it real or was it all in his head though?

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“no way!” mitsuri jumped in her seat, looking at her friend. “oh, kyojuro!” she grabbed his hands, making him gasp. “what are you gonna do about it?” he frowned at her words. “nothing?”

it was his day off work and kyojuro always tried to meet up with mitsuri, one of his childhood best friends.

mitsuri glared at him, almost offended. “what do you mean by that?!” she hit his chest, exasperated with him. “she’s clearly enjoying your company and there might be something more going on between you and her. take this opportunity!”

“i would never take advantage of her like that,” kyojuro’s tone was serious. “i work for her, she probably just feels lonely and that’s her way to have some fun. i can’t blame her at all. plus…” his voice trailed off. “plus??” mitsuri waited expectantly for him to continue. “i like getting her attention, so i don’t really want to ruin anything,” he confessed it in a very low tone, mitsuri had to lean closer to hear him clearly.

“ooh, i knew it!” she clapped her hands happily and smiled sweetly at him. “alright, do as you please… but lemme know if something changes!” she made him promise, showing him her pinkie. “don’t worry, nothing will happen between me and her,” he said while raising his own pinkie, locking them together. “a girl can dream!”

kyojuro found himself smile then while listening to her rambling about some sweet guy working with her, as they kept sitting at the restaurant table enjoying their lunch together. she was a very lively person and was usually seen smiling most of the time. he enjoyed her company and was happy to be her friend.

after that, kyojuro would usually visit his family and give them his monthly payment, making sure they could easily afford any kind of costs. he was mostly working to help them, after all.

you never took advantage of his need to work, you actually admired him. not many would do the same and kyojuro was really a son to be proud of. you hoped his father was aware of such thing. you were for sure and, deep down, a part of kyojuro wanted you to be proud of him…

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