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#demon slayer fanfiction
missorcas · a month ago
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demon slayer NSFW headcanons
DISCLAIMER - All characters here are AGED UP to +18. Minors don’t interact with this post or my blog in general.
♡Tanjirou Kamado
We all know Tanjirou’s personality is sweet, compassionate, generous
It only makes sense that his personality stays the same between the sheets – Tanjirou loves to give, and always puts your pleasure before his own
Hunting down demons and training take up most of his time, and he was never really interested in girls before he met you
He wasn’t experienced at all at first, but enthusiastically saw his first sexual experiences as a great chance to grow and learn new things
He has amazing self control, but his eyes always give away his hunger
Communication is always open with him; he’s very careful, maybe sometimes even too careful, would never want to hurt you inadvertently
Very patient, loves taking his time with you. Doesn’t enjoy quickies that much because they don’t allow him to savour you the way he wants
Literally lets out a sigh of relief the moment your naked chests clash into each other after he undresses you
ADORES eating you out. Your scent drives him crazy, not to mention your taste
He can literally smell your arousal even when you’re fully clothed
He feels like he can finally let go when you touch him. He practically melts in your hands when your hand wraps around his cock
He’s not super vocal, but that means that when you finally draw a loud moan out of him, it’s incredibly satisfying
He’s not really into dirty talking either. The few times that he does that is because you ask him directly, he would feel horrible afterwards otherwise
Average sized, shaves down there because it gives him a feeling of cleanliness. Doesn’t have any preference on how you keep your body hair, but of course he can tell if you shaved by your smell
Naturally, he’s the sweetest after sex – he enjoys cuddling you to sleep, kissing you in the sweetest way, or carry you to a hot spring nearby so he can wash you
His favourite spot to cum is inside you, but he doesn’t mind your stomach if that isn’t possible
Inosuke Hashibira
Inexperienced, insecure at the beginning
Boy has the highest sex drive you’ve ever witnessed, especially in the early morning when everyone else is asleep
LOUD as fuck; loves making you scream as well, especially his name, but also loves slapping a hand onto your mouth and hearing your muffled moans.
Has a kink for fucking you when you’re still half dressed
Dirty talking comes to him naturally. “Dirty little fucker” is his favourite nickname for you
When you act like a brat, he acts annoyed, but secretly enjoys taming you. Boy loves a challenge
Really doesn’t hold back when it comes to touching your body, he’s literally palming every inch of you all the time. There’s no feeling he likes more than squeezing your thighs when he’s pounding into you
Adores quickies, would fuck you literally everywhere and anytime; definitely has a thing for risky sex and almost getting caught
Literally never used a condom in his life
Used to consider foreplay a waste of energy, but that was before he felt your mouth around his dick. Now face fucking you until he sees tears in your eyes is one of his favourite past times
Adores when you swallow, but also seeing your cute face decorated with his cum
Is there any other position other than doggy? He loves to just flip you over and mount you
Very into anal, would fuck you up the ass with no warning literally any time he could, but understands you need to relax and get ready first. His massive girth certainly doesn’t make things easier
Leaves a lot of marks, literally gets off the feeling of your nails digging into his back
Not ashamed to admit that he enjoys when you inflict a tiny amount of pain to him, just so he can put you back in place and show you who’s in charge afterwards
Very jealous, but doesn’t let it show. He’s too proud for that
Refuses to shave and definitely doesn’t ask you to, but doesn’t mind if you do. He not so secretly prefers it natural though
Kyojurou Rengoku
Just like in everyday life, he’s very loud and boisterous in bed. LOVES sex as much as fighting
Very experienced – which is not hard to believe, since people are swooning over him literally anywhere he goes. His warmth, combined with his looks, make him very attractive
He knows sex is part of a healthy life and masturbates regularly. Nudity is also very natural to him
Despite his high sex drive, he has amazing self-control – unless he’s eating you out. When he does, he often gets so turned on that he starts almost unconsciously grinding onto the mattress to get some release
Not jealous or possessive at all, to the point it gets frustrating sometime. He even secretly enjoys watching you innocently flirt with other people especially girls because he knows it’s good for your self-esteem
Literally worships you and your body, showers you with compliments and attention. Loves taking care of you in any way he can and fulfilling every single one of your needs to the best of his ability
He’s also got unbelievable stamina, would make love to you all night if you both didn’t need sleep
Really likes when you slip a finger into his ass and massage his prostate, gives him a different, overwhelming orgasm
His favourite place to have sex is a secret spot with hot springs not far from the Rengoku mansion, but a comfortable futon will do. Also enjoys fucking you against a wall
EYE CONTACT! His favourite positions are the ones that allow him to look at your face – he’s literally enamoured with how pleasured your facial expressions can get. Especially when you’re on top.
Enjoys when your dominant side comes out, doesn’t mind being tied up. To be honest he’s not really into bondage or being submissive, he just genuinely enjoys seeing you being confident
Ayyy I hope you enjoyed! It’s been a while since I posted something. Feedback is always welcome ♡
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strawberrychz · a month ago
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do you know that panel where the girls are feeding genya and he’s obv flustered? what if his fem!crush was his nurse instead & tended to him? >:00
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༄ 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌: 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
༄ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾! 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿
༄ 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾: 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗌𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆! 𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗏 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗂 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗈𝗈𝖼, 𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍.
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- GENYA
༄ poor baby boy, he’d probably be fighting for his life.
༄ genya would feel himself wake up, softly groaning as the pain overtook his body all at once. a small curse leaves his lips as he shuffles a bit to put himself in a more comfortable position, hoping that the pain would lull somehow.
༄ however, a familiar voice calls his name and his heart nearly stops as he recognizes that sweet sound almost instantly. “genya-kun?”
༄ once he realizes who it is, he immediately sits up, pain long forgotten as the embarrassment takes its place. he turns his head to the side, hoping to some kind of god out there that it wasn’t who he was thinking about.
༄ but as he locks eyes with the one person he had admired for god knows how long, his words get caught up in his throat as a look of terror crosses his features. when you tilt your head to the side in confusion, staring at him with a raised brow, he forces himself to speak to fill the silence.
༄ “w-what are you doing here?” it sounded a bit rude and harsh, which makes genya cringe inwardly at his bluntness. despite that, he knows he meant well. he’s just terribly overwhelmed.
༄ “shinobu-chan gave me permission to look after you!” when you smile at him brightly and announce your reasoning, he nearly faints on the spot, his face flushing at the thought of you taking care of him.
༄ when he quietly denies the help, explaining how he would be fine, his words are immediately shut down by his crush, who refused to listen to his nonsense. you leave the room before he could say another word, leaving him no choice but to deal with the situation he’s been placed in.
༄ the next few days, genya and his three comrades (whom are also recovering) soon find out how many shades of red he can reach. every little thing you do, from changing his bandaids to feeding him, leaves his face steaming as he attempts to pull himself together. when he thinks he can’t blush anymore than he does, you somehow always prove him wrong.
༄ conversations aren’t so great either with him. though you start most of your shared talks, it often seems one-sided at first with him giving one-worded answers, his voice shaking. he’s terribly nervous and it doesn’t help that his mind goes blank whenever your melodious voice reaches his ears.
༄ with time, though, he does get better at talking. it’s not a big improvement but hey! he’s definitely keeping up with the conversation now and on some days, he even starts it with a simple, “good morning..” he mostly stays quiet though, so he can hear your voice. it brings him a sense of peace he didn’t know he had.
༄ staring has also become a habit he’s picked up since being in your care. yes, he has snuck glances at you in the past whenever he knew your attention was elsewhere, but it had only worsen, his eyes following you almost every second. he just can’t help it.
༄ he gets really jealous whenever you tend to someone else, even just for a second. genya especially wants to deck zenitsu on the face whenever his comrade loudly begs for your assistance. the sight of you doting on someone else brings a new level of anger to him as his eye twitches.
༄ despite it all, he grows used to your company and finds that whenever you excuse yourself to go elsewhere, he gets lonely. it bums him out even more when he realizes that when he does recover, he won’t be spending as much time with you. in the process of all this, genya realizes that he had fallen in love with you more than he previously had and he was too far down the rabbit hole to ever escape it.
༄ it leaves him insecure, believing that he might be getting his hopes up. a voice in the back of his head silently reminds him that you were simply just doing this cause you were required to. after all, how could someone as beautiful and amazing as you like someone like him?
༄ however, his doubts wash away one night when he wakes up to the feeling of movement nearby. groggily, he looks around his bed to find the source of the disturbance but his breath catches in his throat when he sees you sitting on a chair, your figure hunched over the side of the bed, sleeping peacefully. he nearly dies on the spot once he realizes your hand resting on his, his heart thumping loudly against his chest.
༄ he thinks about waking you up at first, but stops as he observes your sleeping features, absolutely mesmerized at the sight. though he was certain that you were doing this just to help him recover, a small part of him had hope that during this time you’ve both spent together, there was some kind of connection.
༄ with that, a genuine smile escapes his lips at the sight and he decides that for once, he’ll be selfish. selfish with the thought that he might have a chance with someone whom he didn’t deserve.
༄ he slowly slid his hand out and placed it on top of yours, lightly squeezing it as he moved a strand of hair from your face with his other hand. genya lays back down and closes his eyes, promising himself that he would do whatever it takes to keep this relationship going, no matter how it ends.
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dudeandduchess · 2 months ago
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Incubus!Kyō x Human!F!Reader: Rough Sex (Smut, Kinktober, NSFW Scenario)
Warnings: Smut, Rough Sex, Standing Sex, Jealous Kyō, Creampie
MASTERLIST
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Kyōjurō was at his wit’s end. No matter how long he kept pacing back and forth in (Y/n)’s living room, the minutes just seemed to drag into hours. At that point, he was sure that he had worn a path through the area rug she had, yet he couldn’t bring himself to stop moving.
Because he had to keep himself busy, or he would go out there and tear through the city to find her— if she wasn’t home in the next few minutes.
He’d already called and texted her, saying to call him so he could pick her up for a nice night out, but he never received a reply. What’s worse was that her shift had ended four hours ago, so she really was running late— enough to make him worry.
He didn’t even want to touch on why he was so worried, because he shouldn’t have been as attached to her as he really was. He knew that deep down there was more to their arrangement than they both led on, but neither of them wanted to think on it— since it would make things complicated.
“Damn it,” Kyōjurō cursed under his breath, stopping dead in his tracks and picking up the jacket he’d set on the coffee table, when he heard the door swing open.
Immediately, his feet led him to the foyer— eyes zeroing in on (Y/n), who had a tipsy smile on her face.
“Where were you? Do you know how many times I’ve tried to call you?” The incubus snapped irately, marching up to his lover and holding her by her arms. “Why weren’t you answering my texts?”
At that, (Y/n) merely furrowed her brows before grinning at him. “I was out with some guy from my department. And I couldn’t text you back because my phone died.”
Somehow that only made Kyōjurō’s mood even worse. He could feel the jealousy flaring up within him, at the mere thought of her spending time with another man— someone who could also make her laugh, and hold long conversations with her… someone human, with an actual future with her.
It grated so hard on his nerves, that he didn’t even notice how hard he was clenching his teeth together. And in an effort to abate his temper, he licked his bottom lip before focusing on (Y/n)’s face.
Still, that did very little for him, because all he could see was another man trying to take what was his; (Y/n) laughing at a bar with some bastard, exchanging all sorts of stories but leaving out the most important part— that she was his. Really, he understood that his feelings were a little irrational, since she couldn’t exactly go about telling people what he was, but he couldn’t help it.
“Kyō? Are you okay? You’re really qui-“ The young woman couldn’t even finish her words, because Kyōjurō had cut her off with his lips on hers; tilting his head to deepen their kiss, as he walked her backwards to pin her against the back of the door.
He couldn’t help it— there was just something in him that kept pushing at him to show her who she belonged to. And he didn’t want to quell that temptation.
Kyōjurō kept kissing (Y/n) like his life depended on it, even taking advantage when she opened her mouth to gasp for air— snaking his tongue between her lips and coaxing her to suck on it. It was such a heady feeling, having her practically melt against him, that he couldn’t even bother with anything else.
His hands roamed her body, one that he had grown so familiar with in the month that they had been together, casting into memory how she moaned into his mouth when he lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his hips.
There was a loud ripping sound, which was (Y/n)’s skirt for work ripping at the seams, but neither of them cared about it. All that was on their minds was that they needed each other— badly.
Yet, Kyōjurō couldn’t rush things since his cock was on the thick side, and he didn’t want to hurt (Y/n). So, with a deft hand, he pushed her skirt all the way up to her waist, before snaking his fingers beneath her panties.
He then began to rub her clit, taking pleasure in the way that she writhed so wantonly against him; hands clinging to his shoulders, legs tightening around his hips, and mouth falling open as more moans filled the otherwise silent apartment.
“I need you, Kyō,” The young woman gasped out, as her toes curled in pleasure. She could feel her every nerve ending coming alive from her lover’s touch, and it was such an addicting feeling, that she never wanted it to stop. She only wanted more of the pleasure he could give her. “Please!”
As if to get her urgency across, (Y/n) reached down to pull his cock out from his sweats— making the incubus grit his teeth and hiss under his breath when she started pumping his shaft while whispering her pleas.
“Please fuck me, Kyō. Please, I’m so hot for you.”
He couldn’t resist it anymore after that, he lifted her a little higher against the door and told her to hang on tight, all while pushing her panties aside with the head of his cock— pausing to tease her just a little bit more, then pushing in before she could even say a word about it.
The words on (Y/n)’s tongue immediately evaporated the second that her incubus filled her with thick cock, making her gasp as he kept on pushing until he was balls deep within her.
Her legs tensed up even more at the pressure against her sweet spot, yet she wasn’t given any sort of reprieve because Kyōjurō then began to fuck her— hard and fast, with his hands gripping the undersides of her thighs so hard.
She felt every inch of him ravaging her, making her cry out and dig her nails into his biceps, since that was all she could do at the moment. Her only choice was to keep taking what he was giving, and it was unparalleled pleasure that rocked her to her core.
It was so heady yet so gruff that the door was rattling even when it was closed, with both Kyōjurō’s and (Y/n)’s bodies making a steady thumping sound as they fucked against it. From the outside, there would have been no mistaking what was happening, yet they couldn’t care less about it.
All that mattered to Kyōjurō was showing (Y/n) that she belonged to him, and what was at the forefront of the aforementioned woman’s mind was to cum around her lover’s cock.
The blond’s thrusts never ceased its pace or strength, and it was only because of his hold on his lover that she didn’t skid away from him. Still, every move had her bouncing up and down his cock— eliciting such shameless moans and gasps from her; fueling Kyōjurō’s passion even more.
“You’re mine,” The blond hissed out, still keeping up with his thrusting even as (Y/n) already looked so blissed out with her eyes closed and her head thrown back in ecstasy. “Just mine.”
“Yes. I’m yours, Kyō,” She answered around a moan, having it be dragged out into a breathy scream when her lover began to fuck her even harder. And it didn’t take long after that for her to reach the peak of her pleasure— pussy clenching around Kyōjurō’s cock, as she came all over it.
Still, the blond didn’t let up on her; chasing his own orgasm and eventually pulling away from the door so he could freely bounce (Y/n) on his dick. He was so close that he picked up the pace even more, bringing her down his length over and over, until he buried himself all the way in her cunt— filling her up with his thick cum.
“Fuck, that was so good, (Y/n). One more.”
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writings-of-a-fool · 27 days ago
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can i request a modern headcannon for kyojuro and giyuu with a s/o who is shy. and i mean like. STUTTERING SHY—
A/N: Ofc sweetheart! As with all of my KNY fics, unless otherwise stated, the reader is a fellow Demon Slayer (let's pretend all the events of the story take place in the modern-day cuz I forgot about that part until after I posted this lmfao). I hope you enjoy!!!
Warnings: Minor Teasing (not with malicious intent, just love)
Word Count:402 Words
Kyōjurō Rengoku
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Senjuro is also a very shy person and that doesn't make Kyojuro love him any less
The same extends to you
Kyojuro is the sun to your moon
He lights you up, makes you feel bolder
That doesn't mean your shyness goes away of course
But with him, it feels manageable and you never feel like a burden to him
He made sure of that
Kyo never makes you feel any less than anyone else
He encourages you to speak your thoughts, even if they come out too quickly or sort of jumbled
He supports you in times when speaking is too heavy a burden, taking over the speaking role but never overbearingly
He's also incredibly patient so you don't have to worry about him rushing you to get your words out
Kyo is not shy with his feelings
He never lets his booming voice go to waste
He makes you flustered sometimes with how willing he is to speak about his love and reverence for you
But he isn't trying to embarrass you or make you feel extra shy intentionally
He's just the kind of guy to (literally) shout his love from the rooftops
If that's too much for you No Worries darling
Kyo is a chivalrous and kind man
He would never make you uncomfortable intentionally
Giyuu Tomioka
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You two are wonderful for each other
Giyuu is a pretty introverted person anyways, preferring to keep to himself
And being a Demon Slayer hasn't given him many opportunities (or wants) to form relationships outside of the corp
So it's not very often you will be put in many incredibly social situations
But that doesn't mean you won't meet his fellow Hashira and later the Kamaboko gang
Giyuu is content for the two of you to simply nod at the others and then go stand in the corner for the rest of the meeting or event
But if you have to (or want to) go speak to others he lets you play with his fingers when your feel nervous
You can stand behind him slightly
Holding his hand softly running your fingers over his calluses
He has a very calming air to him so interaction becomes easier when he's around
Also if your shyness comes from a fear that people will look at you funny you don't have to worry about that with Giyuu around
He is the one everyone is looking at oddly💕
Posted On 12/21/2021 Reblogs and Comments appreciated <3
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leakyweep · 6 months ago
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Mother’s Day - NSFW
Rengoku Kyojurou x F!Reader
Warnings: NSFW content, breeding, reader has a vagina
A/N: I hope you guys enjoy!! if you have any requests, send ‘em my way :) NSFW under the cut !
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Splashing the warm water on your face, you rinsed the rest of your face wash off. Looking up you noticed your fiery-haired husband standing behind you. He smiled. He walked up behind you, gently placing his hands on your hips and setting his chin on your shoulder.
“You are so beautiful, my lovely.” His voice was soft and gentle, filled with love and compassion. You knew that whenever he complimented you, it came from the bottom of his heart. He loves you so much. He always wanted you to know that.
“Thank you, Kyo. I love you.”
Letting out a deep sigh, Kyojurou smiled and closed his eyes. “I love you, too.”
You let out a giggle and turned your head to place a soft kiss on his temple. You turned to walk away, but his strong hands grabbed your hips so you couldn't move. You glanced down at him in question.
“I was thinking...” he started, looking at you in the mirror and placing the palms of his hands on your stomach, “you'd look so lovely with a swollen belly. A belly carrying our child...”
Your cheeks heated up immediately at what he said. “You’re ready?” you whispered, immediately pressing your ass against his hips. You could feel his semi-hard cock through his pants.
“Yes,” he almost growled, turning his head to kiss your neck, “I’ve been hesitant to bring it up...” his hand slowly made his way up to your breasts, squeezing them softly before he grabbed your throat. You bit your lip. Squeezing your thighs together for some kind of friction, you feel your core start to throb at the thought of Kyojurou filling you up with his sweet cum.
“Kyo... I want you to cum inside tonight.”
After hearing those words, your husband spun you around so your back was pressed against the sink, his hips pinning you there while his lips met yours in a heated kiss. You could feel his lusty tongue enter your mouth, hot and heavy.
You moaned softly into the kiss as Kyojurou helped you up onto the sink, entering the embrace of your legs around his chest. His big hands traveled under your shirt and to your perked tits, pinching them softly. You whined into your husband’s mouth, back arching into his touch. You felt chills as Kyo’s hands moved up and down your curves, taking in everything you had to offer him.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure of seeing. I’m going to make you a mother tonight,” he whispered gently into your ear. He finally picked you up and brought you to the bedroom, where he had already prepared the room for your romantic night. A soft glow was set all around the rooms with candles, the smell of lavender incense invading your senses. Your half-lidded eyes looked up to your handsome husband, smiling as you felt his hot breath on your face. Striking eyes and strong features: he truly was a handsome man.
Immediately after laying you down, Rengoku slid his shirt off, revealing his toned abs and taught shoulder muscles. Your hands traveled upwards to rest on his pectorals, gently feeling the soft skin there. He smiled softly and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. His lips met yours in a passionate kiss. Slowly, the kiss got more heated as he inserted his tongue into your mouth again. His hands traveled to the waistband of your panties, lingering for a moment before pushing them down.
“Baby... I want you to listen to me tonight... I’ll guide you.” His voice was soft but you could sense the lust in it almost immediately. His fiery hair tickled your body as he slowly moved down to have his head between your thighs. He kissed the plush skin there. He removed your panties and sighed at the sight of your wet slit.
“Yes, sir,” you whispered, staring up at the ceiling. His breath on your womanhood only made you more wet, and he knew that. So, he stayed in place, lightly running his fingers around your wet. You whimpered softly, causing him to slap you on the ass lightly.
“You’re so fucking hot when you whine for me. Do it again,” he commanded, a soft growl in his voice as he slapped your ass again. You whimpered and he rubbed the red spot gently. “Good girl.”
He lowered his head for his tongue to meet your clit, a soft mewl escaping your lips. His tongue dragged slowly around it, applying a slight pressure when your hands flew down to grab his hair. He glanced up at you to catch a glimpse of your face. It didn't disappoint; your eyes screwed shut, your eyebrows knit tightly together, and the best of all, the moans of his name escaping your pretty little lips. This only encouraged Rengoku, his tongue quickening its pace and moving down to your entrance to eat out every inch he could reach of you.
You were practically screaming at this point, feeling your stomach start to tighten as you already neared your high. He sensed this, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows to move even faster. Just when you thought it couldn't feel any better, your husband lifted his hand from your thigh to your clit, messaging it in time with his tongue. This sent you over the edge, your squirt forcing Rengoku’s tongue out of your entrance. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, letting your cum squirt out into his mouth.
As you descended, Rengoku kissed up your body before placing a kiss on your lips. He tasted like you, and you felt your lips linger a little longer against his so you could get a better taste. This made the man smile.
“You're so lovely, baby... can’t wait to make you a mother by burying my cum deep inside you,” he muttered, staring into your eyes as he felt your hands push his pants and underwear down.
You took his cock in your hand, running your thumb over the head gently. This made him squirm, making you smile. He stared at you as your hand ran up and down his long shaft, lingering around the head to squeeze a little tighter. A pretty moan escaped his mouth.
“Get on your hands and knees, facing the mirror,” he commanded, his tone unwavering as your hand left his member to move as he said. When you were in position across from the mirror in your bedroom, he nodded and moved onto his knees behind you. He left another spank on your ass, relishing in your moan of pain and pleasure.
“Beg me for it. Beg me for my cum,” he whispered directly into your ear, his lips kissing the sensitive spot right under your ear. His cock rubbed up against your ass.
“Pl-please,” you whimpered pathetically, “Kyojurou, please let me have your cum! I wa-want to have your baby, and have my belly swollen with your seed.”
This was all it took for him to press his head against your entrance and push slowly into you until your ass pressed against his abdomen. A long, whiny moan left your mouth, making Rengoku smirk. “Mm, you liked that, baby? You like taking my cock to the hilt? Feeling me fill you up? Hm?” His pace picked up, his hands grabbing your hips to pull you back in forth with his rhythm. Loud moans and whimpers left your throat, only encouraging your husband.
“Y-yes s-mmph-sir, ah~!” you managed to sputter out, burying your face into the pillows below you as Rengoku’s pace quickened mercilessly. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing you to watch as your husband pounded into you from behind. He slid out, but he wouldn’t let you put it back in.
“On your back, hips up,” he commanded, watching as you managed to get into position slowly. He pushed your legs up to almost fold you in half, climbing between them to get into the mating press. You watched as he pushed into you once more, making you moan again.
“Fuck, I can’t resist-hah-cumming inside you like this,” he groaned as his wide, beautiful eyes stared daggers into your own intense stare. Your brows furrowed as you felt him poke the entrance of your cervix, rolling your eyes upwards and trying to focus on not coming until your husband gave you permission. He chuckled before speeding up.
“Fuck! I’m gonna cum, baby, I’m gonna pl-hah-plant my seed so deep, so deep inside you!” he shouted, and you nodded in place of saying “me too.”
The coil inside your stomach tightened again as Rengoku’s dick throbbed inside of you. “Cum, baby! Cum with me!” he screamed.
You practically screamed back, letting your release go and throwing your head back in pleasure. You came, hard, as you felt your husband shoot his cum deep inside your womb, making you moan his name.
“Holy shit, Kyojurou,” you panted, clinging onto him as he brought you both to the bathroom to wash up. Setting you down onto the edge of the bathtub, he smiled and grabbed a clean rag to clean you with.
“I’ll make sure you’re pregnant, no matter how many times we have to try,” he whispered, kneeling to kiss your stomach and clean the insides of your thighs. You just smiled, too tired and fucked-out to have a cognitive thought.
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blackgrlficsnthings · 9 days ago
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Always Come Back
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Pairing Uzui Tengen x wives x black!reader (poly relationship)
Summary: You come home after completing a mission, but you nearly broke Uzui’s most important rule and that is to always come back to him.
Warnings: Canon typical violence and gore (Actually it’s quite tame compared to canon), Angst, hurt/comfort
A/N: I was going to write smut for this... but my heart just wasn’t in it. Enjoy a nice fluffy fic instead. Maybe one day but writing smut with five people is hard as fuck.
You were the last wife to join your partners, though you never felt any less important to them. In fact, it often felt that they had all bent in towards you, each doting on you more than the next. As you dragged yourself home, you thought of what trouble you were going to cause them. Suma would forgive you easiest, though you would cause her the most heartache. She was such a sensitive woman, you hated upsetting her. More often than not you had a knack for soothing her, but you knew that your presence would do nothing to soothe her on this night that had caused such bloodshed. You’d had half a mind to go to the Butterfly Mansion to heal instead of going to your home. The trouble was it was a bit farther out, and one thought to consider how livid Makio would be with you if you did not come home made your decision. You’d sent a crow already to tell your partners that you were on your way home. That was before things went bad. You’d thought your mission was over. Nothing could have prepared you for the fight with such a powerful demon, except perhaps the gift of foresight. It had taken the coming of the rising sun to get your victory. It had been all you could do to trap your foe in an iron grip as it snapped its jaws at you. You’d watch your salvation rise above the horizon and the demon turned to ash in your arms. 
Now, the sun was beginning to set and you still had quite a ways to go to get home. It was no good. You would not make it in time and the scent of blood might attract any number of predators. In your condition, you doubted that you would prevail upon a weak demon. How deplorable. You glanced up at the darkening sky and thought of Hinatsuru who would scold you if she were here for being so hard on yourself. You’d completed your mission, saved a beautiful family, and you were coming home. You should find shelter and worry about the rest later. You scanned the area around you, looking for lodgings nearby. It was no good though. You were closer to home than not, and so before you ran into some place to stay the night you would come across your home. You took a moment to steady your breath. It was the only thing keeping you from bleeding out as you continued along the path to your home. 
Uzui would have your head. You had a chance to run and you had not taken it. Perhaps it was hubris that made you stay. He might respect such a flashy yet reckless display. Then again maybe it was stupidity. You’d only realized your way out once it was no longer an option. Uzui’s rules were simple, noble even: Take care of yourself first. As one of his wives you were one of his most cherished loved ones and you’d acted in such a careless manner. The only clear way to hurt Uzui was to hurt one of his wives after all. If you made it home, he was going to be livid. Between your husband and your wives you were never going to be allowed out of the house again, regardless of your glowing victory. 
Your legs trembled and you nearly crumpled to the ground. You drove your sword into the ground to stabilize yourself. It was bad for the blade, but you were afraid that if you allowed yourself to fall to the ground then you might never get up. You lifted your gaze from your path again and noticed the bordering trees of your home. The wisteria was not far off, perhaps a mile or so straight ahead. You could make it that far. Not before nightfall, but eventually. Demons did not stray close to the home of a hashira anyway. 
Suma was in a state. Her wailing was rapidly grating on Makio’s nerves who was more on edge than normal with one of the members of their home still at large. Your crow had arrived early in the morning to announce that you were on your way home from a neighboring village. It was a few hours walk at most. You should have been home for dinner. Hinatsuru had employed both Suma and Makio in making your favorite. You were not home to eat it, and no one was in the mood for food with you at large. Hinatsuru was trying to soothe Suma, though her efforts were distracted and half hearted as her own mind bent towards your whereabouts. Uzui sent your crow to look for you before dinner. He left an hour later to look for you himself. He was silent when he left, a sign of nerves in such a flashy man. 
“What if she’s dead?!” Suma wailed as she sobbed into Hinatsuru’s shoulder. 
“Don’t say such things!” Makio snapped whirling around to glare at her. Her hands were clenched into frustrated fists as she glared at her wife. 
“It must be said! She hasn’t returned! We never should have let her leave!” Suma continued. 
Hinatsuru shushed her, “It was her duty as a slayer. She knows to come back to us.” Despite her even tone, the tension in her brow betrayed her nerves. 
“She should have been back hours ago! I’ll kill her myself if she dies!” Makio proclaimed. Before storming out. She threw open the sliding doors and marched outside where night had swallowed the sky. They’d all lit the lanterns outside at sunset, hoping their light would draw you home quicker. It had not worked. Now Makio stormed past them to get to the sparring dummy nearby. She meant to pummel the thing in to nothing until she heard Uzui’s voice. 
“Makio! Ready a bath!” he called. 
She whirled around and sped back towards the front of the estate to see Uzui just clearing the hill. She stood, rooted in place for just a moment before she saw you. Your uniform was tattered and soaked with blood. You lay limp in Uzui’s arms as he hurried up the path. Her heart dropped and she could not move. 
“She is alive, but unconscious,” Uzui assured as he came closer, “Go ready a bath, have Suma get the bandages. Hinatsuru!” he called over Makio’s head. Knowledge that you were alive put Makio in motion. She bolted in the direction of the house yelling for Suma.
You came to at Uzui’s behest. He was speaking to you in a low urgent tone. You’d worried him. You could hear it so easily. He did not yell at any of you unless you broke his rules and really only if you broke the one. You were not allowed to put any life above your own. Part of you wanted to pretend to still be unconscious so you wouldn’t have to face him.
“Come on, open your eyes,” he said and you could feel his big warm palms on either side of your face. You slowly blinked your eyes open to look at him. His fuschia eyes stared down at you. His mouth was down turned, frowning at you in disappointment. 
“What a terribly unflashy sight you were,” he said as he sat back. 
You slowly sat up, groaning at the soreness in your midsection. Uzui put a strong hand at your back to help you the rest of the way. 
“I found you lying under a tree,” he said in a slightly disgusted tone,”I thought you dead.” 
“I’m sorry, Tengen-”
“Don’t apologize to me. You’ll save your apologies for our wives. You worried them.” 
You frowned thinking of the other women. Makio was going to be mad at you, and Suma was probably crying right now. If you listened you thought you could hear her sniffling.
“Tell me this, did you have a chance to run?” Uzui asked.
You pulled in a slow breath knowing he wouldn’t like your answer, but there was no use in lying to your husband. He always seemed to know when you were lying anyway, “Yes.”
“So you deliberately chose to take yourself from us.” 
“I wasn’t going to let that demon kill that family. If it was you all, I would want a slayer brave enough to fight. How could I run home to my family when theirs was in danger?” 
“Easily!” he yelled back at you, “You vowed on the day that we were wed to come back to us, and you nearly broke that vow.” 
“But I didn’t.” 
“You would have if I hadn’t gone searching for you! You are not to endanger your life that way. I don’t care about those drab people out there. I care for you, a woman I have deemed fit to be mine… or was I wrong about you?”
“I don’t know. Can Gods be wrong?” you bit back at him, jutting your chin out arrogantly to meet his gaze.
“Don’t be proud now. You were just asking for my forgiveness.” 
You turned away, “Maybe I have no need at all for your forgiveness. If you expect a coward as a wife, I am not that! And you are not who I thought I married!” 
“If that’s how you see it then fine.” 
“Fine,” you bared your teeth at him and watched as he rose to his feet. The moment he opened the sliding door, Suma came bounding in as if she’d been waiting just outside to ambush you. She was already wailing, open mouth sobbing as her body knocked into yours. You sucked in a harsh gasp as you hit the tatami mats under you harshly. 
Just as soon as she came in Makio was yelling at her, “Get off of her you dumb oaf! You’re hurting her!” Makio seized Suma by the shoulders to drag her off of you, but Suma held fast still wailing. 
“It’s alright,” you groaned out, “It’s alright, all of you come here.” You hastily wrapped an arm around Suma, ignoring the pain in your muscles that moving your limbs caused. Suma immediately curled into your side. Hinatsuru came in and set down the tray with water and new bandages down above your head before she took a seat above you. She lifted your head enough to rest against her thigh. Makio sat on the side opposite Suma but refused to touch you at all. She sat with her back to you, letting you know she was upset, but not too upset to sit in the same room as you. 
“You really worried Lord Tengen. I’ve never seen him so pale. He dressed your wounds himself, you know?” Hinatsuru said in her calm voice.
You huffed, “Well, allegedly I’m hardly his wife anymore.” You didn’t want to betray how much that had heart your feelings but Hinatsuru could read the hurt in your eyes.
“He’s upset,” Hinatsuru rationalized, “You scared him… you scared all of us. We love you and we wouldn’t know how to carry on without you.” 
“You all managed just fine before,” you grumbled, bitterly. 
“Yeah, well we didn’t know what we were missing out on yet,” she responded, stroking the soft hairs around your hair line. At her touch you realized your head felt a little cold, which meant your hair was probably wet. That made sense. You probably got blood in your hair… and if Uzui dressed your wounds then he probably cleaned you up too. 
“Who braided my hair?” you asked, picking up the end of one long braid.  Your hair was separated into two simple plaits. You pulled your hair over your shoulder to inspect the thick braid. It was too tight to be Suma’s work. She had the most interest in your hair despite being the least capable of working with it.
“Lord Tengen,” Hinatsuru answered, “I told you, he saw to your wounds himself. This is the first time he’s left your side. You’re both so stubborn. I worry you’re too much alike.” 
You huffed, “I just… that family had children. I couldn’t just run home, and I was sure I had a shot.” 
She leaned over you and kissed your forehead, “You have a soft heart. We all love that about you. Give him time, rest and heal, and he will let this go. It’s always hard on him to see one of us hurt.” 
“But when he gets hurt none of us are allowed to fret over him,” you complained. 
“Doesn’t stop us from doing so,” she shrugged, “That’s just how love is. Just look at Makio. She can barely stand the sight of you, but just last night she was wailing louder than Suma over you.” 
“I was not!” Makio whipped around to glare at Hinatsuru. She was met with a smirk. It was the truth though. You looked so small and helpless in Uzui’s arms. His obvious worry only made her more anxious. Uzui was not one to fret unnecessarily. You’d been grievously injured. 
“She was,” Suma sniffled, “Hina cried too.” 
“We were all worried,” Hinatsuru settled, “You must understand that you have a family now too. Just as much as you wanted that family to go home safely, we wish for you to come back to us. You are our last wife but far from the least. Before you came along we thought we were complete in and of ourselves. You overcame all of our expectations. Not one of us could bear life without you now. Don’t force us to face that reality.” 
Hinatsuru was always the voice of reason between you and Uzui. In truth the you and Uzui butt heads more often than not. Both of you insisting that the other should take care of themselves above all else, and really only agreeing that your wives were the most important people in the world. It was all too common for you and him to have a fight like this. What was extremely uncommon was for it to drag on this long. More often than not one of you bridged the gap wordlessly. You’d come over with his blades freshly cleaned and sharpened, or with new earrings from town, or he’d come by with a bowl of fresh fruit, or he’d simply sit at your side at night and share sake with you. Neither of you were good at saying sorry. However, fights never lasted this long. Uzui was out right avoiding you, and since you were unable to move much on your own, you couldn’t go out and look for him. You’d begun to wonder if he was serious. Did he really regret making you his wife?
As one week turned to two without the attention of your husband you fell into a deep melancholy and while Makio and Suma fretted over you, and tried to force feed you, Hinatsuru went to go get the cure to your ailment. 
“Hasn’t she suffered enough?” Hinatsuru asked when she found Uzui sitting out in the garden, glaring at the pond they made for you when you joined them in the home. It was tradition for each wife to get a bed of the most exquisite flowers dedicated to her. Your favorite flower was the lotus so instead of a flower bed you had your pond that attracted wild life that made the rest of the flowers in the garden thrive. It was a great allegory for what you were to them. Their lives were much richer with you in it. 
“She seems to enjoy suffering.” 
“I’m afraid you’re breaking her heart. She’s even got Makio fawning over her now. I think she’s upset you haven’t visited.” 
“I visit every night, while she’s asleep,” Uzui said indignantly. 
“She doesn’t know that. I think she’s gotten it in her head that you don’t love her anymore.” 
Uzui looked at her incredulously. Hinatsuru came to sit at his side. 
“I know that’s preposterous,” she assured, “But she’s hurt and as far as she knows you haven’t seen her since your argument. I know she’s headstrong, but she has a soft heart. Won’t you come comfort her.” 
Uzui was quiet for a moment before speaking, “It would not be very flamboyant of me to allow my wife to believe something so drab. But she really ought to know better.” 
“She’s prone to dramatics. I think if you wait another day she’ll throw herself into the pond,” Hinatsuru said with a hint of humor in her voice. 
Uzui grumbled wordlessly before standing. He would at least come to see about you. He might even see if you were ready to apologize for your indiscretion. 
You were in your room crying in Suma’s lap. The woman was much more sympathetic to your emotions than Makio, who after she couldn’t persuade you to eat anymore food snapped at you and stormed out. Your head was pillowed on Suma’s lap as you sniffled pathetically, tears sliding down your face. 
“Oh, please stop crying,” Suma cooed. 
“I can’t help it,” you hiccuped, “I love you all so much, and you’re all so angry with me.” 
“I’m not angry with you, my love. I was only sad to see you hurt. But you’re getting better. You’re stronger everyday. Pretty soon you’ll be as good as new,” she said, trying to be encouraging. 
“And then Tengen will swiftly kick me out.”
“No!” she cooed, “No he won’t. He loves you.” 
You huffed in response. 
“He does! He asks for nothing as Hina, Makio, and I rest at your side. I’ll bet he misses you as much as you miss him.” 
“I’ll bet he thinks I’m just a nuisance.” 
“I know Hina said it before, but you scared us,” she said softly. 
“I only wanted to make you all proud.” 
“I see you are still speaking nonsense,” Uzui said, to announce himself as he slid the paper screen door open. Makio and Hinatsuru were right behind him. They followed him in and Uzui sat at your side. You, stubbornly, did not turn to look at him. He sighed before scooping you into his arms and putting you in his lap. 
“You say such drab things. I hardly recognize you as the woman who caught my eye in a crowd of talented slayers. You were so flashy then.” He thought of you then, of the wooden beads at the end of each long braid, the mellifluous sound of them clashing together as you fought. The moonlight made your skin almost blue, a cool silvery color that came from the richness of your complexion reflecting the night’s atmosphere back at him. You were captivating.
“I would not have you married to a coward,” you reasserted, “I am not sorry that I saved that family, Tengen… but I do regret worrying you. I regret worrying you all. I should have gone to the butterfly mansion-”
“Nonsense! You nearly sounded like my wife for a moment,” Uzui cut you off abruptly, “For just a moment you sounded like my brave, stubborn wife, who I fell for the very moment you set your eyes upon me, but this woman who speaks of going anywhere but home, I do not know her.” 
You sighed, “I hate to cause any of you trouble.”
“You are only trouble when you allow yourself to succumb to such plain ways of thinking,” he seemed firmly before poking you between the eyes, “As my wife, your life is greater than any other mere mortal on this earth.”
You poked your lip out in a darling pout and instead of being indignant you tucked your head under his chin. He sighed and hugged you gently, careful not to disturb your still healing wound. Hinatsuru and Makio joined, ducking under each of his arms and Suma came to rest her head in your lap, looking up at you with wide sad eyes. 
“I am proud of your bravery,” Uzui relented, “And you wear my name well.”
“Ah,”Hinatsuru breathed, “Just yesterday in town there was talk of the most beautiful and deadly flower named Uzui who saved a village in the west.”
“Notoriety comes easily, though. You need not risk your life for it.”
“I will become stronger so that I can save people and return to you unscathed,” you vowed, realizing it was the only way to appease both yourself and Uzui. He pulled in a deep breath and let it go. 
“We will all see to your training then, after you’ve fully healed. Rest for now, all of you.”
It was another couple of weeks before your wounds were healed enough to train again and Makio was the first to let you know. She dragged you out of bed and outside to train with her immediately.
It almost felt like she was taking out her anger on you. This was not surprising. As prickly as Makio could be, she loved you. She was only satisfied when you’d gained enough mobility back to consistently beat her in your fights again. Which invited Uzui to step in, assured by Makio that your previous injuries were not affecting your ability to fight. 
Fighting Uzui was like falling in love with him all over again, weirdly enough. It’s how you came to love him in the first place after all. You’d never given a man the time of day. All of the men you’d come across up until you met your husband were weak willed and boring. They expected you to yield to them even though they weren’t fit to kiss the ground you walked on. For a while you assumed men were just like that, expecting reverence that they did nothing to earn, wanting to be praised for mediocrity. You became a demon slayer because it was the best way to garner respect as a woman and no one batted an eye at you being a foreigner so far from your home country. There were bigger things for slayers to worry about. After killing fifty demons you gained the attention of Uzui, who despite already being aware of the ostentatious clash of gems in your hair, swinging at the ends of your braids, the dark dye upon your finger tips, and the curve of your smile during battle took interest in your power as a slayer. He’d trained you himself, thinking nothing more of your acquaintanceship than he would any other slayer. 
He always said that he wanted you as his wife from your first meeting but you found it hard to believe. He was so mean to you at first and you were equally rude. Though by beating you in battle again and again… he did eventually gain your respect. And your determination to surpass him eventually won him over as well. 
Now when you fought your arguing was only for fun. 
“Sound Hashira! You’ve gotten clumsy in your old age!” You yelled at him as a strong kick to the back of the knee made his legs buckle for a moment. He made to hit you with the wooden swords you both used in place of your blades but you were already gone. You laughed a loud boisterous sound as you viewed him from the roof of the house. In an instant however he was behind you. You gasped and turned to strike but he’d already picked you up. 
“I win.”
You pouted for a moment then grinned, “But I landed a few hits. Wait until I tell Makio!”
He stepped off of the roof and landed on his feet on the ground. You scrambled to get out of his arms so that you could go brag to Makio. He watched you run off, the sound of clashing beads following you. He could hear you yelling your victory to Makio who yelled just as loudly in surprise. He followed the sounds of your yelling to see you flexing and posing flamboyantly for your wives. 
“You did not win.” He reminded you. 
“I am satisfied with that. My husband is the only being who surpasses me,” you grinned before striking another pose at him.
He tipped your chin up with one finger and bent down to kiss you. You leaned into him, moving your lips in tandem against his. Before you could fully recover from the fact that Uzui was kissing you, your wives wrapped their arms around the two of you. The moment you pulled away they attacked your face with kisses. You couldn’t help laughing as they peppered kissed down your face. You couldn’t imagine not coming back to them, to living without their love, so reverent and steadfast, you’d trully found a family where you belonged.
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itschi-chi · 2 months ago
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Tall Dom!Fem Reader x Rengoku Kyojuro
Rengoku reacts to having a fem S/O taller than him + how he’s the one always getting pamper instead of the other way around .
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“ Y/N! Do you want the green tea or the sweet one”? Rengoku, yells from the kitchen , as he reaches for it , he notices he’s too short to grab the two tea packages, there place on the highest shelf they have . Wondering why it’s even so high up , he makes a cute pouting noise and blinks , yet , rengoku is a persistent man and doesn’t give way over small inconveniences , so he decides , to make rapid jumps to grab it whilst he’s suspended into the air .
Though before his feet could make a leap off the ground again , you grab him by the waist suddenly, and grab the tea for him , making him let out a very very adorable Yelp .
His face turning into a blush , and his hands now holding your hands which were still placed on his waist from behind by you , surprise by the noise he made , he frantically defends himself by saying you just surprised him is all ...
You laughed
“Oh jeez , kyo , your so adorable , you know that? “you whisper into his ear now hugging him into your body and gripping your hold on his waist a bit tighter .
He blushes harder but still gives his usually bright smile,
“o-oh really , T-thank you!“ and does a soft hearty laugh along with you and sits back into your hug.
You absolutely adored , the drastic height difference between you and your boyfriend , Kyo. You were a fabulous height of 6’6 and kyo was an average height of 5’10, you had many advantages in you personal life with him to make him blush and make cute faces because of it .
There was one time , you and him , were finishing bathing after a vigorous spar session you both had with one another , he sat on the couch drinking a cold beverage , relaxing into the soft cushions , then you came along lifting him up momentarily and sitting him down on your lap . He choked on his drink for a second ,
“Oh! Sorry Kyo , dear...” you apologize quickly , patting him on the back , he laughs.
“Don’t worry , y/n , I’m fine , you just startled me is all!” Again beaming his usual gorgeous smile
You smile , bending down to leave , pecks and kisses on his neck , titling his head upwards and grabbing his drink away
“hmmh d-darling I-I” he signs holding your forearms and squirming onto your lap .
You turn his head , to give him a deep kiss on his lips , and he melts into it , breaking the kiss , he looks up to you , in a beautiful daze look , kissing your fingertips .
With that being done , you decide to pick him up bridal style , and carry him off to the bed. yeah , being taller definitely had its advantages.
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dawn-writes7 · 8 months ago
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Mornings with Kyoujurou
Summary: Waking up with your husband each day is a blessing and today is not any different.
Pairing: Kyoujurou Rengoku x F!Reader
Warnings: None, straight up fluff
Word count: 1,243
D/Ns: I just watched the Demon Slayer movie and a bitch is not okay.
Each morning spent with Kyoujurou Rengoku were blessings, each and every morning you would be plastered against his bare chest, his warm skin working better than any fire to keep you toasty. Sometimes it even got the point when you both slept naked it always ended with the blankets thrown off the bed because of the heat he produced.
This morning was no different, you slowly rose with the sun as it filtered into the room through the drawn curtains, your cheek smushed against your husband's chest, his breathing steady and calm. The routine had begun.
Lifting your head from his chest you slowly placed kisses all over his skin, working your way up to his neck, then his very defined jawline, and finally to his lips. “Kyou, it’s time to raise my love.”
He had been awake the whole time and you knew it. “Good morning my flame.” His voice was low, slow and deep. Very contrary to his normal voice, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Ready to start the day? The sun has risen, it is time to get your morning training started.” You ran your hand through his very messy hair, he always tried to keep it neat when he went to bed but it always ended up a mess.
“I am ready when you are.” He guided you to sit up still keeping your body pressed against his. “Shall you do my hair again today?” He asked in a small whisper as his lips connected with yours, slotting ever so perfectly between your lips.
You hummed into the kiss, morning breath meant nothing to the two of you in tender moments. It was a short lived kiss as per usual in the mornings. You quickly separated your lips and stood. Silently padding your way to the other end of the room you grabbed the hairbrush and hair tie that your husband loved to use, you made your way back and sat behind him.
His hair was thick and always so full, you loved it. His hum of satisfaction only added fuel to the fire that he had lit in your heart many years ago as you started to brush his messy hair. Expertly parting it how he loved, you created his pony tail and set everything else into place.
You placed two kisses on his shoulders, then you moved backwards a bit and watched him. His large arms stretching high above his head, he rolled each and every single muscle forcing the sleep out of his body, it was fascinating to see every muscle in his body.
“I will go through with my training, then we will have breakfast then a bath.” He stated as if this was the first time you two had gone through mornings like this, but you never minded.
“Sounds amazing Kyou. I will start on breakfast.” You let him pull you off the bed and into another kiss. “Hurry before it starts to get too warm out there.” You whispered as he kept kissing you, as if it was the air he needed to breathe.
“Just a few more kisses then I will.” He swallowed your laughs and protests with his lips. Honestly you didn’t know why you even tried to get him to do anything before he gave you at least 100 kisses.
Once he felt satisfied he released you from his grip allowing you to go cook breakfast, leaving you to cook, it was a very familiar routine. You started to cut up the fruit as you watched him in the yard doing his morning stretches, practicing his sword work, and to some points showing off his impressive muscles. He knew that you were watching as you cooked so he showed off more than usual.
“Kyou, food is ready!” You called out to him as you plated his enormous breakfast, the man sure ate a lot but given the endless energy he had it made sense.
He walked into the house and straight to the kitchen. “It smells tasty.” After giving you another hundred kisses he finally sat down with you and ate.
Mornings were always slow with him, even with the incredible speed and power your husband held he always took his mornings slow and steady. After you had eaten you quickly made your way down to the spring with the buckets for the bath.
When you came back your heart fluttered in your chest, he was standing in front of the sink washing the dishes. “You didn’t have to do that you know.”
“I am aware but you made breakfast and got the water for the bath so I thought I would take the chore off your hands.” He turned his head and smiled at you, the smile that you fell in love with the first time he had saved you from a demon.
You placed a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you my love. I’ll start the bath.” As you walked away from him he gave you a quick pinch on the butt. “Kyojurou!” You squealed as he laughed at you. Once you started the fire you quickly started the bath for the two of you.
After the temperature reached a comfortable level you started to undress yourself, completely oblivious to the man standing behind you watching every move you made. You only became aware of him when his arm hands cupped your breasts. “I love to see you like this.”
“What, naked?” You laughed as you felt the heat rushing to your cheeks and the tips of your ears.
“Yes, you are so beautiful and perfect like this. I love your body.” He placed a warm kiss on your cheek dragging you to the bath. “Come on.”
“Kyou you are still in your pants and underwear!” You shrieked as he lifted you into the air with ease, the warm water sent a shiver up your spine. You watched him as he undressed himself, slowly slipping into the bath behind you.
“The water is perfect as usual my love.” His strong arms wrapped around your waist pulling you close to him, you could practically feel every little rivet of his muscles as he breathed in and out. “Oh that reminds me, Uzui and his wifes want to have dinner with us tomorrow.”
You hummed leaning into him, breathing in tandem with him. “What should we make?”
“Anything that you make is amazing and very tasty.” He placed a kiss on the top of your head. “Would you like for me to go shopping with you for the meat?”
“If it won’t interrupt your work I would love to have you accompany me.” You pulled his arm off of you and placed your palm against his.
His laugh shook the tub. “I wish for them to at least get my hair but I want them to look like you. I can’t wait to have children with you.”
He placed his chin on your shoulder as he stared at your hands, his fingers bent a bit and topped yours. “So tiny. I wonder what our children would look like. Would they be small like you or will they go tall and large like me.”
“If they end up being a carbon copy of you I am going to be upset.” You pouted as you moved your hand up to intertwine your fingers.
“I can’t either Kyoujurou.” Every morning was spent like this, and you would never change a thing.
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wisteriashouse · 10 months ago
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huddling.
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pairing: rengoku kyoujurou x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 1482
a/n: found an old incomplete draft and completed it instead of writing something new from scratch because i am ✨ lazy ✨ smh
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It’s absolutely freezing.
“I do not think that we’ll be able to make it back to a Wisteria House tonight!” Kyoujurou calls over his shoulder, his booming voice somehow dampened by the roar of the winter gale. Pulling your haori tighter around yourself in a poor attempt to shield yourself from the freezing winds, you do your best to stop your teeth from chattering before calling out a reply to the man in front of you.
“What do we do, then?”
There’s the crunch of Kyoujurou’s zori sandals on the snow as he trudges back to you, his bright hair tossed about relentlessly by the winter storm. Contrary to you, he appears completely unaffected by the cold, a vigorous smile on his face even as the winds batter the two of you. Perhaps it has something to do with him being the Flame Pillar, you think as you try your best not to shiver. 
Kyoujurou, of course, notices.
“Are you cold?” He asks, brow furrowed as he looks you over - a cursory glance of concern that has no right making your heart skip a beat as it does. Cheeks heating slightly, you turn away so that he can notice and shake your head, fisting your hands to stop the shivering. It wouldn’t do to have you embarrassing yourself in front of a Pillar.
“No, I’m alright.” 
You’re proud of the fact that your teeth only chatters once.
Kyoujurou frowns slightly, and before you can ask him what the matter is, he’s already slipping the haori from his shoulders and stepping forward. Shocked at his offering, you raise your hands to stop him in his tracks, shaking your head desperately. “No, no, I’m really alright, Kyoujurou-san-” 
The Flame Pillar pays no heed to your words, humming lightly as he sets the fabric of his haori around your shoulders, smoothing it out with his hands so that it wraps snugly around you. To your surprise, the second the haori settles around your form, you feel yourself enveloped in warmth - Kyoujurou’s gentle warmth woven into every fibre and stitch seeping into your skin.
“Kyoujurou-san, I really...” your words trail off, caught between slight guilt at taking his outer coat in this cold and the desire to continue basking in his warmth. Already, the added layer of protection against the winds make you want to cry with gratefulness. Kyoujurou only laughs at your hesitance, reaching out to sweep some snow off the top of your head. 
“It’s no problem! As you are my junior, I should be looking out for you!” His words, simple as they are, are enough to make your heart trip in your chest. He smiles at you once more before his eyes turn razor sharp again, glancing over the expanse of snow behind you before making a quick decision. “We’ll find a cave somewhere and get out of this cold. It wouldn’t do to keep wandering about in the middle of a snowstorm and the mountains are treacherous at night.”
He takes a single step forward, pauses, and glances back at you briefly. You blink at him, a little confused at the way he’s staring at you, before he’s suddenly reaching out to take your hand in his.
“Come on!” Kyoujurou says brightly, even as you gape at him. “I would hate for you to get lost in the snow! This way, I’ll know that you’re always behind me!”
With a gentle tug of his hand, he leads you through the snowstorm, shielding you from the biting winds with his own body. His hand is wonderfully warm, long, strong fingers folding over yours and holding you close behind him. Sure that you’re out of his sight, you finally allow yourself to smile - happiness seeping through the cracks of the professional facade you try to keep up around your senior.
The two of you find a small cave embedded in the side of the mountains after a few minutes of searching. Ducking into the small crevice splitting the rock face, you let out a sigh of relief to finally be out of the wind, drawing Kyoujurou’s haori tighter around yourself. 
Deep into the cave, where you can no longer hear the howling of the wind outside, Kyoujurou spots the remains of an old campfire - apparently, both of you aren’t the first ones to take refuge here from the elements. While you pick out the still salvageable twigs to burn later on, Kyoujurou works on starting the fire with a small flint and steel. A few minutes later, the darkness of the cave seems to fade ever so slightly, and you turn around to see your mentor holding up a patch of burning kindling that illuminates his triumphant smile.
“We’ll have to wait out the storm here,” Kyoujurou tells you after he gets the fire going, sitting next to you. Your backs against the wall, both of you watch the little fire you have in front of you crackle merrily, orange gold flames so much like his hair near hypnotising you with the way they dance. You nod, tuck your feet close to you and blow on your hands, because even with Kyoujurou’s cloak, your extremities still feel they might freeze at any moment. If that’s how cold you feel, you wonder how Kyoujurou hasn’t turned into a walking block of ice.
“Kyoujurou-san,” you begin to say, concerned, and his head turns around immediately to look at you with a bright smile. Golden light flicker across half of his face, the other half cast into shadow. Remarkably handsome, you want to say, but instead you ask, “Are you sure you aren’t cold? I mean, I have your haori and I’m still freezing…”
His mouth twitches into a slight smile at your question, but then suddenly he laughs, eyes crinkling slightly at the corners. “Well, when you put it that way, yes, I am very cold right now. Perhaps I should talk to Oyakata-sama about winter uniforms during the next Pillar meeting!” He laughs again at the thought, and his eyes soften. “But I am quite alright. It is more important to me that you will not freeze. I am uncomfortable, but I have been through worse. Do not worry about me!”
That doesn’t sound very good. Chewing on your bottom lip, you glance down at the haori covering you before turning back to the man sitting next to you. “Then, Kyoujurou-san, how about we share?”
He stares at you, a befuddled expression on his face that constitutes of a boyish raise of the eyebrows and a slight scrunch of his nose as he fights back a sneeze. “Share? How?”
“Well,” you hold up his haori in front of you to gauge how much it will cover. And… that was a silly suggestion to make, because you have vastly overestimated the size of his haori, but you also don’t want to go back on your word about sharing it. “Like this…”
Sidling up next to him, you try to press yourself as close as possible to his side without actually touching him, before you toss the haori over the two of you. It ends up failing to cover either of you completely, but at least now you feel less bad about having it all to yourself. “I mean, it’s important to me that you don’t freeze either, Kyoujurou-san.”
Kyoujurou is quiet for a second, before he smiles again, more slowly this time - it’s not bright as the sun, like his usual laughter and grins are, but more gentle and muted, like the small fire in front of you. “That’s very nice to hear,” he says. For some reason, you can’t bring yourself to look at him - instead, you keep your eyes firmly focused on the flames in front of you, watching them as sparks swirl into the air. 
While they are very pretty, they also make you sleepy in a record amount of time. In almost no time at all, you’re fighting to keep down a yawn, your eyelids starting to droop. When your head nearly falls forward, a gentle hand catches you by the chin and guides your head to rest on a strong shoulder.
You try your best to stay awake, you really do, but Kyoujurou hums lightly, his hand settling lightly on your head. “Just go to sleep,” your mentor says gently as you struggle to keep your eyes open. You’re practically leaning against him at this point, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “I’ll take the first watch, so you don’t have to worry about a thing.”
“Mmm, wake me up when you want to change over...” you barely manage to make out before your eyes slip shut. You vaguely remember something gentle touching your forehead, but you cannot remember what it was in the least. 
All you know is that you slept warmly that night, and that’s enough for you.
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oohirene · 4 months ago
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ATTRACTED TO YOU
synopsis: you realize you have a crush on tanjirou after admiring him from afar
genre: fluff | word count: 288
authors note: i’ve been obsessed with pink pantheress’s song attracted to you and i think of tanjirou while hearing it
featuring tanjirou kamado
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‘i thought i found the answer to it, eternal happiness tonight’
ever since you met tanjirou, you’ve always looked up to him. you found his words calming in a way, and you felt things. things you couldn’t quite describe. the way he would throw smiles in your way, his little waves, and the way he would greet you when he saw you. it all made you feel like you wanted more. you wanted to be around him more, you wanted to hear his voice all the time and cherish it. but you brushed it off, thinking it was just admiration. nothing more.
‘but it was just another blip in my heart’
‘you're in my head, so I can't now forget you’
you asked around for advice on how you felt. there was no way you liked tanjirou, and you wanted to confirm that. you got mixed responses, nonetheless shinobu’s response caught you off guard. “well,” she giggled. “you like this person romantically (y/n), you don’t just feel this way about anybody, do you?” you thought for a moment. no, you didn’t. you thanked her and ran off happily. you wanted to talk to tanjirou, tell him your feelings. except, there were lingering thoughts in your head. what if he didn’t return your feelings? what if he only thought of you as a friend? but you didn’t let that stop you.
‘but now I'm bringing flowers to your front door’
“tanjirou!” you called out his name as you saw him in the distance. he turned around and smiled softly. you ran up to him excitedly and finally said what was on your mind.
“i like you, like a lot.”
‘last night I had a dream, we started dating now’
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missorcas · 6 days ago
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Demon Slayer NSFW headcanons - part II
♡  Tengen Uzui
God of festivals? Maybe. Deity between the sheets? For sure. Tengen doesn’t let anyone leave his bed without having given them at least two orgasms
Despite the obvious worship kink, in bed he actually focuses more on the other person, treating them like royalty and making them feel extra confident
Not really into degradation or quickies - Tengen loves spoiling himself and his partner, so he’s more the kind of person that will start the night with wine and a nice dinner, maybe a bubble bath... anything sumptuous, and then get into business
He still loves being begged - being called daddy gets him lust drunk, but truth be told it’s the physical cues that he finds most flattering. Verbal praise is nice to hear, but it’s his partner’s facial expressions and moans that really make his head spin
Has a navel piercing; the jewellery matches the diamonds dangling from his headband
Has definitely thought about getting his dick pierced too, but rejected the idea immediately after learning that he should have practiced abstinence for minimum two months
Massive length and girth, to the point of being intimidating. Cleanly trimmed
Infinite stamina thanks to his Hashira training - loves tantric sex when he has the time
When he’s out of his Sound Pillar uniform he looks even prettier, but he just feels stronger and more confident when he’s dolled up with makeup, nail polish, and hair all done
Willing to try everything at least once, definitely a switch if the situation calls for it
Loves being tied up! Rope marks remind him of what you’ve done to him the night before and arouse him at the most inappropriate times. Does not hide them – in fact he loves receiving awkward looks and questions, even more telling the whole story and seeing the horrified expression plastered on the face of the person who dared to ask
Unsurprisingly, he’s very vocal in bed. His moans have been object of complaint from his neighbors, other Hashiras, literally anyone who wasn’t involved in sexual activity with him but had the ill luck of being in a 100 metres radius while he was enjoying himself
This man literally studies the kamasutra in his spare time. Butter churner? Piece of cake. Mating press? A cinch. Upside down sex? Hell yeah.
PET NAMES! Kitten is probably his favourite, but he’ll also go with Dollface, Angel, and many more ;)
3 wives, many girlfriends, countless lovers. Tengen’s marriage is very open – who is he to deny his wives some harmless fun while he’s away for months during missions?
Boob guy, as you might have guessed. One of the perks of his polyamorous relationship is that more often than not he gets to wake up with at least one pair of tits smashed in his face, and definitely doesn’t mind having more than three pairs within hand reach
Will spank enthusiastically prior consent except with Aoi apparently, loves the thought of his partners going around with his handprints on their asscheeks hidden underneath their clothes like a signature
LOVES receiving oral, especially by more than one people at once.
♡ Giyuu Tomioka
Boy looks cold and aloof from the outside, but underneath the thick façade he’s just incredibly fragile
He acts rather avoidant, and seems absolutely incapable of showing affection or any emotion
Did not get the slightest hint of you taking an interest in him in the beginning - literally just saw you as a valuable ally with whom he’d really enjoy training, but nothing else
Unsurprisingly, you initiated your first kiss – he was obviously in shock at first, but quickly relaxed and grabbed your waist gently to pull you closer
PDA? No way in hell. It took him a while to warm up to physical forms of affection, but after the first time you slid into his bed at night, cuddling came pretty natural to him as long as no one is around
Your first nights in the same futon were spent just kissing and falling asleep one next to the other, with you clinging to his back like a baby monkey – it was cute at first, but after a while you realized your body craved more
When you agreed on having sex for the first time, his breath was shaking, but as soon as your fingers brushed his erection from over his clothes he literally melted in your hands
You could feel him silently begging for you to touch him more deeply, skin to skin, and even muttered a soft “please” in your ear in the hope your hand would actually plunge in his underwear and grab him
His hips bucked against you, his hardness grinding against your palm, and you just knew what to do
His eyes literally roll to the back of his head when he penetrates you - he usually lets out a few groans and buries his face in your neck, only to pound you mercilessly until he’s out of breath
He’s not super vocal, but will show his appreciation by emitting muffled grunts, biting your neck and just huffing against your skin, clearly holding himself back from moaning loudly
Very protective – the boy has had his fair share of trauma, will never allow anything to happen to you. He doesn’t sleep well when you’re far away from him, he can only relax when he’s feeling you snuggled up against him.
♡  Sanemi Shinazugawa
Unsurprisingly, Sanemi is a sadistic fuck, although he’d never hurt their partner without consent
Really easy to rile up, he’s basically a brat tamer with a very bad temper
Sex is, like fighting, just another way to get some relief from anger. He’ll chill out for a whopping 0.3 seconds after being finished
Very much into edging, will take you painfully close and then just deny your orgasm a few times until you’re basically begging him with tears in your eyes. Can’t stand being teased in return
Needless to say, most of the time you piss him off on purpose so he will fuck you senseless :) he knows you’re doing it on purpose, and equally enjoys it
Has a thing for choking, very much into breath play
Too focused on chasing his own release sometimes, but will go multiple rounds without batting an eye until you’re satisfied
Swearwords, curses, degradation – you name it, he’s into it, sometimes even too much
Adores the sight of you kneeling in front of him, begging to let you suck him off
Definitely an ass guy - loves fucking you from behind while he’s standing and you’re bent in front of him so he can have a good view of your ass bouncing against his pelvis. Will grab and spank to his pleasure
The fucking showoff will get instantly naked the moment he sniffs the most remote possibility of intercourse. Used to tear off your clothes with zero fucks given for your garments as well, but after an accident involving very expensive lingerie that resulted in his left shoulder being almost dislocated he’s a little more careful
Loves fucking in front of a mirror, finds his own muscular reflection very entertaining
Likes the thrill of sex in public spaces, but to be fair getting caught wouldn’t even bother him. Doesn’t mind an audience
Wearing a skirt with nothing underneath really does numbers on him, and when you make him aware you’re just basically just plainly asking for it
He’ll let you mark him with scratches and bites, doesn’t mind adding more scars to the collection. As for your body, he will leave visible marks on you with 0% remorse.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Second part of my Demon Slayer headcanons – reposted because I was dumb enough to use the wrong tags that resulted in my post being shadowbanned. Enjoy – and remember that my requests are open! ♡
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strawberrychz · a month ago
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uhm uhm 😶can i request giyuu, sanemi, rengoku, & genya and what type of highschool crushes they would be???? (preferably w a female reader)
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༄ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝗀𝗂𝗒𝗎𝗎, 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂, 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗄𝗎, 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
༄ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾!
༄ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌,, 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾. 𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗈𝖼, 𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗂 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗍 12 𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋𝗌 & 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽. ☹︎
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- GIYUU
༄ it’s truly complicated. one one hand, he wants to be by your side every chance he gets, but on the other, he believes he’s undeserving of your love. it’s a constant battle between his shyness and insecurity, knowing that he’s not good enough for you and that even if he was, his timidness would get the best of him. in the end, he settles with the idea of simply watching you from afar, gazing at you dreamily. he’s often distracted from his studies because you’re constantly a core thought in his mind, taking up every inch in it. makes a playlist with songs that remind him of you and a hopeful part of him wants to share it with his crush someday.
he’s the secret admirer type; giyuu often leaves notes in your locker, along with some type of gift (usually food) and disappears as soon as he places it there, absolutely terrified at the thought of being caught. to do this, he heads to school pretty early in the morning, knowing that it’s usually empty during that time. secretly watches you unravel your gifts and literally melts at your reaction when you grin brightly and hold it against your chest with excitement. a genuine smile leaves his lips as he remembers every detail of your loving face, hoping that one day he’d be able to make you smile without having to hide in the shadows. maybe, just maybe, he’ll grow the courage to approach you someday, but for now, he’ll love you from afar.
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- SANEMI
༄ you don’t think he has a crush on you at first due to his aggressive and rude nature. he can get on your nerves at times, often sending playful insults here and there or just straight up annoying the fuck out of you. however, if he does push it too far, he always ends up around the corner, ready to make it up to you, whether it’d be in a form of a shitty apology or bringing you lunch. normally, he wouldn’t give two shits about hurting someone’s feelings but you’re the exception, so consider this his biggest indication that he harbors feelings for you! sanemi doesn’t care for school that much but goes anyway, knowing that you’ll be there. he sees it as his chance to spend time with you, though he’ll never admit it out loud. a tsundere truly — he acts like he doesn’t care but when you’re visibly upset or acting a bit off, he’s already on your case, demanding the reasoning for it. he’s ready to punch the lights out of someone if they’re causing you trouble of any kind.
gets jealous pretty quick when another guy talks to you, even if it’s for a very valid cause, and on some days, he butts in shamelessly. “beat it kid, find another tutor. we got shit to do.” — you both, in fact, had no shit to do but it doesn’t stop him from pulling you away before you could protest. when you ask for a reason, he just says he’s bored or pulls out some shitty excuse from his ass. does the smallest things for you discreetly; putting your head on his shoulder when you’re falling asleep on the train, picking you up from your class and dropping you every period, and the list goes on. though sanemi claims that he doesn’t have a crush on anyone, he knows for a fact that you have him on a chokehold and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you.
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- RENGOKU
༄ um HELLO?? do you know how lucky you’d be for rengoku to have a crush on you? this man will make it very known that he has it bad, no matter how oblivious you are. he’ll spend every minute of his free time by your side, practically glued to you throughout the day and when he is unable to, he sends you texts, asking how you are and reminding you about the littlest of things — “don’t forget to eat your lunch! please don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything! <3”. in fact, he brings you lunch when he knows he can’t be there to share his own with you. sweetest crush ever and is a gentleman by heart, not wanting to make you uncomfortable and maintaining a high level of respect towards you. he’d do things from opening doors for you, carrying your bag, sending compliments left and right, and everything else in the book.
very affectionate while still respecting your boundaries; a hand on your back whenever you both walk together and small pats on the head when you’ve done a good job. cheers you on a lot and supports you in everything you do— if you had a test coming up, he’d give you words of affirmation to help boost your confidence and if you had a game or an event? you best bet he’d be the loudest one in the crowd, yelling encouragements proudly; “that’s my girl!” tries so hard to impress your parents when he comes over to study or hang out, but we all know he doesn’t even have to try. he’s literally the ideal man every parent hopes for their kid. at the end of the day, rengoku is very loyal to you and would do anything to ensure your safety and happiness above all.
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- GENYA
༄ genya is a lot nicer than his brother, but he still does have a tinge of bluntness that does come off as a bit rude sometimes. it just runs in the family, really. the only big difference is the fact that he’s really, really shy about having a crush on you. gets flustered fast whenever you do something cute or give him attention, even if it’s something as small as sending a smile his way. he refuses to send an insult your way, no matter how playful or serious, but also doesn’t send compliments because his embarrassment gets the best of him. though he doesn’t contribute much to conversations between you two, his words often tangled in his throat, he does listen very attentively to every little detail that leaves your mouth. in result, he knows almost everything about you — your favorite food, color, the time you threw up in your kindergarten class, and so on. once lent you his jacket because you were cold and before he could scold you for being careless, he grew speechless, nearly fainting on the spot seeing you wear it. needless to say, he had to excuse himself to gain his composure, muttering some excuse, such as needing to go wash his face.
he’s very protective; makes sure he walks behind you, especially when you’re going up the stairs so some creep doesn’t look up your skirt, and glares at anyone who decides to look your way. no matter how shy he is towards his crush, he’s ready to throw hands at any given moment if something happens. whether it’d be making you cry with an insult or if someone dared to lay a finger on you, he’d ensure that they’ll never see the light again. has probably gotten suspended a few times over this and no matter how many times you chide him, he still continues to protect you from any harm. he’s always two steps ahead in the game whenever you need something — it’s raining? it’s okay, he brought an umbrella to share. need lunch? he already packed snacks just in case and coincidentally, they’re your favorite! at the end of everyday, he walks you home and waits until you’re inside your house before he departs. genya is a lowkey sweetheart, no matter how awkward and shy he is.
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dudeandduchess · 5 months ago
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Baseball Player!Kyōjurō x F!S/O: ❌📛🔞Locker Room Fun🔞📛❌ (Modern AU, NSFW Scenario)
Summary: (Y/n) visits her husband during training, and is in for a surprise when he makes the most of things… in the locker room.
Note: After a while of thinking, I decided to finally pick this back up. Also, I didn’t have much time to research, so the description for the stadium’s interior is based solely on my experience. 😅
Warnings: Smut, Teasing, Vaginal Fingering, Mild D/s Themes, Daddy Kink, Creampie, Hair Pulling, Loud Sex, Mild Sadism, Semi-Public Sex
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If (Y/n) were to take a guess, she would say that Kyōjurō was doing what he was doing just to tease her. From the way that his ass looked so good in those pants, to the way that he would stretch his arms up over his head and show off his muscles— she had to admit that he looked scrumptious.
Tasty enough to make her bite down on her bottom lip, as she squeezed her legs together to alleviate the need building between her thighs.
But, as far as she knew, Kyōjurō couldn’t have known that she was there— since her visit was supposed to be a surprise. That fact made it so that Kyō wasn’t doing anything on purpose; he was just that naturally sexy.
Especially with the way that his uniform clung to him, and the way that a few strands of his hair peeked out from beneath the cap he wore. Everything about him had (Y/n) fighting back her lust, and she was barely winning.
However, when Kyōjurō spotted her in the stands, he gave her a cheeky grin and wave— as well as a saucy wink— that had her practically swooning in her seat. It was just fortunate that she was good at keeping a poker face, otherwise everyone would have known just how flustered she felt inside.
And with the way that he started stretching his legs, and squatting on the field… (Y/n) swore that Kyōjurō was really trying to get mauled, by her specifically. Unfortunately for him, his wife had more self control than he gave her credit for.
If anything, he was the insatiable one when it came to sex.
So, instead of outwardly feeding into his provocation, (Y/n) merely clenched her thighs tighter together; simultaneously wishing for Kyōjurō’s practice game to drag on, and be over already— because it meant she could either keep on ogling his sexy ass, or she could finally get the kiss that she’d been craving since after he left that morning.
An hour and a half later though, the game was already over with Kyōjurō’s team winning with a two-point lead. Cheers were thrown around, as well as friendly thumps on each other’s shoulders— yet Kyōjurō merely grinned at his teammates and threw a wave over his shoulder, before dashing towards the ground railings and lifting himself up onto the bleacher area with ease.
He even found himself taking the stairs two at a time— like that would help him get to his wife faster. Meanwhile, (Y/n) got out of her seat and met him halfway; arms wide open as her husband wrapped his own arms around her waist and hugged her tightly to his chest.
“I missed you, baby!” And without so much as a care about their spectators, Kyōjurō leaned in and slanted his lips against his wife’s delectable mouth. He even went saucier and opened his lips to snake his tongue between her lips— loving the way that she immediately gave in to his whim.
From below, they could hear whistles and cat calls, yet they paid it no mind. Rather, (Y/n) couldn’t focus on anything else except Kyōjurō’s lips sucking on her tongue, as well as his hands making their way down to her ass. And, unmistakably, she could feel his cock slowly getting hard against her.
“I can tell, Kyō,” (Y/n) answered with a cheeky grin, catching her breath during the reprieve that her husband had given her. “I can help you out with that… at home.”
“I can’t wait that long, (Y/n). I want you so bad,” Kyōjurō whispered heatedly, cupping her ass in his hands and pushing his erection more insistently against her body. He would have given in and just fucked her right there, especially with how tempting she looked from the moment he saw her, but he really wasn’t in the mood to be fined for indecent exposure.
So, as if a lightbulb went on in his head, Kyōjurō put a stopper on his overflowing need for his wife, and blurted out, “I have an idea… but we just have to wait a few minutes.”
“Why do I both love and hate the sound of that?”
“Trust me, baby. You’ll love it.”
***
And not even half an hour later, (Y/n) found herself getting dragged into the underbelly of the stadium; her footsteps echoing against the concrete floors and walls.
Everything was so wide and spacious, with carts going to and fro every once in a while. It was honestly a little daunting, which was why (Y/n) found herself hugging her husband’s arm; on top of already holding his hand.
Kyōjurō also smiled and waved at a few people, even going to accept a few hand shakes and pats on his shoulder from people they passed by. He was the epitome of a golden boy in baseball, that it was literally stated in his contract that he had to keep up a good rapport with his fans.
And (Y/n) couldn’t help but let her thoughts get the better of her— admiring her husband so much, that it made her want him so much more than she did before. Everything in her told her to pounce on him, like he had with her, and she was about to…
That was, until she and Kyōjurō reached a door that led off to a carpeted— and much quieter— area; away from the hustle and bustle of the people outside.
It smelled like disinfectant in there, and a little bit of sweat, which was why she was thankful that Kyōjurō practically ran with her deeper into the room; until they reached the showers. On one side was the communal shower area, and on the other— where her husband was pulling her to— were a few shower cubicles.
Kyōjurō wasted no time then, merely looking around to check if his teammates were already back from their cooldown workouts, before stripping his uniform off and heaping them in a pile right outside the stall.
All the while, (Y/n) could only bite down on her bottom lip as inch upon inch of her husband’s skin was revealed to her. And from the way that his abs looked, down to the way that his muscles moved— everything was making her so wet and needy.
Especially the sight of his big and hard cock.
Before she could stop herself, she had already pounced on him; wrapping her arms around his neck, while he lifted her up and held her up under her thighs. Thankfully, she had conveniently ‘forgotten’ to wear any panties beneath her sundress— as if a part of her just knew that it was going to happen.
Kyōjurō then pressed her back flush against the cold tile in the stall, making her gasp at the sudden temperature change, and making his cock twitch right where it was flush against (Y/n)’s pussy.
“Be quiet, baby, otherwise we’re going to get caught,” the young man teased with a grin, leaning in to kiss his wife’s lips, before nipping at her bottom lip with his teeth.
The action had (Y/n) chasing after the blond’s lips, making the blond chuckle as he gave in to her wishes; capturing her mouth in an open mouthed kiss, which she gladly reciprocated.
Until Kyōjurō inched his right hand higher up the underside of her thigh, pressing his fingers against her entrance and even pushing his ring and middle fingers inside up to the first knuckle.
That action, however, was already enough to have (Y/n) moaning in pleasure, all while she crossed her legs by the ankles— using that leverage to start rubbing her clit against the underside of Kyōjurō’s erection.
“Please, Daddy,” (Y/n) whispered in a plea, eyes fluttering closed as she felt his fingers going deeper inside her— scissoring within her walls, all to get her much wetter for something bigger.
“Please what, baby? You have to tell me what you want,” The young man teased, kissing his wife’s cheek as he felt her thighs clench harder around his hips.
And, as if to stir her up even more, he began to move his hips against hers— dragging his cock against her clit, in turn making her eyes flutter shut as salacious moans spilled free from her lips. “Please… fuck me. Fuck m-”
(Y/n)’s words were brought to a pause when she felt Kyōjurō’s fingers pull out of her, leaving her pussy feeling so empty; much, much needier. However, before she could even beg for more, her husband had already taken pity on her and lifted her up a little bit, if only to align his cock right with her entrance.
Then, he pushed in the barest inch— making (Y/n) moan aloud as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her breaths came in short bursts then, with her head feeling so heavy and her entire body getting so warm for him. It was as if an electric current passed through her, with how much pleasure she got from that one move alone.
Kyōjurō couldn’t help himself, he pushed in even more, gritting his teeth when he felt (Y/n)’s hands at the back of his neck— one of them scratching at his nape, while the other one curled into his hair. “Fuck, baby, I didn’t even eat you out but you’re this wet.”
“I’ve been wet since I saw you on the field, Daddy,” The young woman admitted through a moan, eyes hazy with delirious pleasure even as she tried to look right into her husband’s flame colored eyes.
At that, Kyōjurō claimed her lips in a kiss, letting it consume both of them until he moved his hips to begin thrusting against her. Every push of his cock inside her had her moaning against his mouth, all while her fingers kept tugging at his hair and gently scratching at his nape.
It only served to egg him on, to the point where a part of him didn’t care about how loud they were being; not when he was drowning in so much pleasure, and so much warmth in his wife’s arms.
Really, he’d already known that he was so lucky to have her— that moment was just reminding him of how much.
Every move felt like it was knocking the breath out of (Y/n), yet she held on tight and let herself sink into the heady pleasure she had been craving for. Especially when Kyōjurō pushed in really deep and brushed against her cervix.
Her legs tensed up at that, as a mix of white hot pleasure with just a hint of pain, ran down her entire body. “Deeper, Daddy! Deeper, please!”
Kyōjurō did as she asked, angling his hips to hit the part that made her absolutely crazy, only to be rewarded by her tightening her legs around his hips so she could meet him thrust for thrust. Her efforts weren’t doing much, but it was enough for him— given how he had her pressed up against the shower wall.
In the midst of things, he’d almost forgotten about his teammates— and how they would be done with their cooldown workouts soon— so, when the thought hit him, he began to thrust faster. He chased after his and his wife’s orgasms enthusiastically, not minding the noise they made since he was sure that no one other than them were in the showers.
If anything, them being so loud was turning him on even more. Especially with the way that his wife kept moaning his name in between kisses; he was loving every second of it, and wanted to prolong it as much as possible.
But slowly, he could feel the pleasure finally about to reach a tipping point within him. It was evident in his wife too, what with the way that her walls clenched down around his cock.
If he didn’t know any better, he’d have thought that she was trying to keep his cock in her forever. A hot thought, but definitely well within the realms of fantasy more than reality.
“Fuck, baby, I’m so close,” He whispered through winded breaths, keeping up with his initial pace before going for one last burst of speed— a move that had (Y/n) keening in pleasure, as she threw her head back and came around his cock.
It was the headiest thing that he had seen since the night before, when he’d fucked her much harder with her all tied up in their bed. And it also served to have him opting for slower and deeper thrusts, all so he could savor his own orgasm— and maybe wring out another one from her.
Her walls fluttered around his dick, adding to the headiness he already felt bubbling within him; pushing him closer and closer to the edge, until he couldn’t take it anymore and gave in— sliding his cock in to the hilt and pressing his slit up against (Y/n)’s sweet spot as he came.
He could even feel her shaking, as it triggered another orgasm from her.
And by the time that his thoughts were clear enough to make sense of what had just happened, he pulled back a little to look at how blissed out his wife was; feeling the corners of his lips tip up into a smile, before he leaned in to press the sweetest of kisses to those lips that he loved the most in the world.
“I’m so lucky to have you, baby. So, so lucky.”
***
BONUS:
“Has anyone seen where Rengoku went?”
Kyōjurō’s eyes immediately widened when he heard the voices coming down the hall— right into the shower area. And with a panicked look over his shoulder, then right at his wife, he had only realized that he didn’t even pull the shower curtain closed.
So, with his quick reflexes, he pulled the curtain closed just in time to hear the first of his teammates enter the shower area.
“Hey, Rengoku’s already here! His things are on the floor.” And those words had Kyō panicking even more, because there he was— with his dick still in his wife— in the team’s shower.
“We are not doing this again, Kyōjurō,” (Y/n) hissed under her breath, all while praying that no one would mess with her husband and open the curtain. Because really, they’d get more than they bargained for.
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densecloud · 10 months ago
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cherry flavoured. / rengoku kyojuro x reader
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a/n: title is inspired by the song of the same name by the neighbourhood.
[office! au series]
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i.
He’s gone.
There’s no trace of Kyojuro in the office at all — no good morning greeting, the scent of sweet potatoes, no golden locks with red tips poking out of his desk. His fortress of maneki-neko is left defenseless, with their leader yet to surface for the morning. It would be demanding to contact him this much after a few unreplied messages sent, an overstepping of boundaries, even. You fear that he may have disappeared into thin air for the day, and each corner searched leads to no avail. This fear brings impending dread about to replace his presence as a whole — because without him around, the day will fall flat with the sun hidden beneath the clouds.
Here you are in the pantry and walking in circles, going through countless of far-fetched possibilities. Is he stuck in traffic? Or stuck in the loo? No, his things aren’t here. What if he’s abducted — 
“[Name]! You’re looking for Rengoku-san?” A colleague hears you thinking out loud, startling you from jumping to conclusions this early in the morning. 
“Is he...?” 
“He’s called in sick today! Like, for the first time ever. I’m kinda surprised, but it must be really bad; don’t ya think?” You feel your stomach drop in an instant — Rengoku Kyojuro, the healthiest, liveliest person on Earth calling in sick? 
The Rengoku Kyojuro, who hasn’t been absent before for the entirety of his career?
The news leaves a weight on your lips.
The day rolled out as you had expected, with the distressing ringing of phone calls and chatter filling up the atmosphere, and was in dire need of his fiery voice permeating the air. Even his absence had an impact on the others, their heads buried into keyboards and screens, faces etched with the expression of nothingness. You were no exception, having an uneasiness rising up your chest and unable to be shaken off. There is a strange comfort in knowing that Kyojuro is around, with his whole being associated with warmth, the rising sun, and feelings of assurance... but today lacked it. 
Since when have you become so reliant on him? It can only make sense now, when they say that one cherishes more when people are no longer around, though the nagging feeling of wanting him surpasses the pre-requisites of mere reliance. You missed the crinkles of his eyes whenever he smiles, the top of his head sticking out to take peeks at you, and how he declares the deliciousness of lunch so candidly.
You suppose you’re head over heels for Kyojuro, and seconds without him feel like an eternity.
Fidgeting with your thumbs and lacking the bravery to take a step forward, you begin to wonder if this is a good idea after all. You’ve been to his place a bit too many times to share your interests, but his front door has never been so intimidating before. With your finger barely touching it, pressing the doorbell feels is akin to detonating a bomb — till you finally notice the door wide open, with golden orbs that fade to vermillion staring.
Flustered, you blurt out a stream of stutters. “R-Rengoku-san! Uh, I-I came to visit you!”
Kyojuro’s smile is faded, just like the break of dawn. He chuckles under his breath, but his eyes are darker and bleak. “Thank you, [Name]-san. Please, come in.” 
It feels like an invasion of privacy when you’re at his door unannounced this time, but with the paleness of his skin and sunken eyes, you can’t help but excuse yourself. 
“...I brought some things for you.” You settle the plastic bags on his coffee table, rummaging through the pile of items purchased earlier. Medicine, cooling pads, fruit jelly... “Have you been to the doctor’s yet?” 
Now buried in the thickest comforter, Kyojuro attempts to hide from the cold and shifts to take a look at you. “Ah, yes. The doc’ said it was the flu. I forgot that I ran out of some medical supplies and was about to head out again... You’re heaven sent.” 
You fight the growing blush at his comment while feeling the weight of his stare on your back, as if he had been anticipating for somebody. To take care of him, shower some affection... To your relief, those gentle eyes of his could never bear any malicious intent but instead welcomes you in his personal space. Meanwhile, Kyojuro is nothing but grateful that his comforter covers up his embarrassment, given his weakness of overexpressing emotions. Wishing that he had the flair like Tomioka to maintain a stoic exterior and cover up his feelings once in a while, today is no exception as he can only peek at you bashfully, cherishing your company and thinking it wouldn’t hurt to admire how lovely you looked right now. 
It would be bad for his heart, if you ever manage to witness how delighted he is to have you around. And with each minute you’re here, he begins to think that this fever isn’t going to fade away anytime soon.
Reminded of how curious he can be, you try to stifle a soft chuckle. “Are you hungry, Rengoku-san? I can prepare something for you, if you’d like.”
He deliberates, thinking it would be troublesome for you — but the growl coming from his stomach says otherwise. Covering his entire face with the comforter now, his voice is muffled, a little bit like the purring of a kitten. “Yes...”
You suppose you’re doomed.
Because at this rate, keeping your crush a secret wouldn’t be an easy feat as you had hoped for.
ii.
Kyojuro has never struggled so much when it came to communicating, not until today. 
Not until you stopped by his home.
Your cooking is exceptionally delicious, by leaps and bounds when he remembers his occasionally burnt sunny side up eggs for meals. He digs in heartily, reacting dramatically to the mouth-watering dishes to celebrate the revival of his energy levels. The chef, on the other hand, is exceptionally quiet, choosing to appreciate his good reviews and maintaining a smile with all her might. A slip of the tongue might land you in a dangerous position and ruin all you have with him, so you’re not going to take any chances. 
“I could eat your food forever!”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, Rengoku-san.” 
“How was work today? Everything going well?”
“Work was good... Things are going well! Don’t worry about it!”
Kyojuro doesn’t remember you being this vague in your responses before, swearing that you’re usually more talkative and... natural. You spoke with such calmness while maintaining a smile — the one you’d use out of courtesy and during meetings with clients — leaving him puzzled in wonder. A discomfort in his chest begins to swell up as he struggles to create another conversation with fear of it going nowhere, the search being a mind-boggling process. 
After the washing of dishes, you prepare the medicine and a new cooling sheet for him. He’s buried once again in his bed, listening ever so attentively to your instructions and watching how you’d endearingly read the contents of the bottles. 
“Here’s the flu medicine, the cherry flavoured one,” you’re beaming, pouring the liquid carefully on a measuring spoon. “This reminds me of the fruit meds I had when I was a kid.”
“Open up,” you coo, the spoon drifting closer to Kyojuro and into his mouth. You’re content, having given the chance to coddle him for the first time, someone who always had so many responsibilities on his shoulders. Though, he would have never thought that being taken care of would ever feel this delightful, especially when he had to do so for everyone else his whole life. With your insistence, you wipe his skin so gingerly with a cold cloth, tempting him to hold your hands tight and never let you go. “[Name]-san, thank you...” 
“Don’t mention it,” you speak, revealing a smile. 
“...would it be alright if I impose on you for the rest of my medical leave?” It eventually fades away however, once you realise his fingers are wrapped gently around your arm. 
Letting go of his grip on you, his hand retreats to the covers as he criticises himself internally for his inappropriate actions. How could he do such a thing? Kyojuro laments himself. Misconduct has always been emphasised by him, the Human Resources employee who abided by rules word for word, but he’s overstepped his boundaries this time. This... he should have cleared things up upon noticing your discomfort. He should’ve known that he was demanding too much. 
This is a sticky situation, and Kyojuro wishes that he knew better. “I-I’m sorry! You must have been taken back by my unseemly requests...”
He can’t bear to watch the consequences of his imprudent actions, but the crinkling of your eyebrows keeps him on his toes. You’re deliberating, he observes, likely wanting to keep your response as polite as possible to end this off amicably. The quivering of your lips brings about the other possibility that he might have underestimated the gravity of the situation though, and dragged you into something deeper against your will.
Getting up from his bed, Kyojuro struggles to find the words to say. “[Name]-san, I-I...” Ideally, he’d comfort you with an embrace, but that would dig his grave further. “...please tell me how can I make it up to you!”
Despite all that, a chuckle from you confuses him, leaving him stunned at the expression of relief on your face. 
“I thought you’d never ask, Rengoku-san,” your voice is timid, embarrassed at your unusual confidence.
Well, you should’ve known that you were going to lose once you step foot into his home. That this place would’ve left you at the losing end, and you begin to admit your defeat, choosing to leave him with your trail of breadcrumbs. Placing his hands back to where they belonged, you watch his happiness creep up his face upon fully comprehending your actions. 
“Then, allow me to take care of you until you’ve recovered.”
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krystalwithakay · a month ago
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Selfish 2
cw: angst, hallucinations, self loathing
You’re not as sneaky as you think. Did you really think you could outsmart a hashira? He noticed, of course. Your odd demeanor, the wound that showed up after all the demons were dead, and running off into the woods with an injured leg. The villagers are still thanking him profusely, and he helps tend to more of the injured and move some rubble out of the way. If he had gotten here sooner there would be less destruction. But the past is the past. When he asks about you, the villagers know right away who he’s talking about. The strange but kind girl, they say. She lives in a house in the woods, alone after her parents passed away. They’d had her late in life, the town baker says. Poor thing lives out in the woods all by herself, the town smith says. She works in the village, so at least she’s not alone all day.
             It looks like she left and tried to go home on her own, the slayer says. The villagers exchange tense, knowing glances. What are you doing running off alone at night? Especially with a fresh wound. The slayer excuses himself, wanting to accompany you. The villagers tell him how to get there, and he sets off before they can ask any more questions.
             Oh, you evil evil person. Every step he takes is wasted energy. After how much you already made him waste. If you didn’t deserve death before, you definitely do now. What if a demon kills him? How will you take responsibility? Even if he just has to fight a lesser demon, that’s breath and energy and movement and dulling of his blade that shouldn’t have been wasted. You had a debt to pay before all this started. Now, it’s unpayable. Nothing you do will ever make up for it. Even your death isn’t enough. What are you going to do? That fear and that stress makes it impossible to move, but you have so much hard work to do if you want to repay even half of it.
             Fallen leaves rustle as he walks. Brittle branches break under his feet. Your moderate home comes into view through the sparse trees. It really is in the middle of the woods. It’s not safe out here at all. Why wouldn’t you move into the village after your parents’ death? You just make everyone worry. How selfish. He slides the door open and steps inside, sliding off his shoes at the entrance. Really, he should have kept them on. Then again, even the bottom of his shoes don’t deserve to tread in such filth. It would be better, though, than clinging to his socks, closer to his being. He can’t even see it, the grime everywhere. It’s a different type of dirt. It’s not something you can see or smell, but it reeks to you. It’s worse than the scent of blood or rotting corpses. Of soot or ash. An unperceivable mold that clings to everything you touch, spreading the rot deep in your soul to undeserving people and places. It’s why you always use the same old, rickety bucket to fetch water for the elderly in the village. Your hands shouldn’t touch anything else.
             The screen to the living room slides open. It’s cold in the entrance, but he thought there would be more heat further into the house. It’s just as cold as outside. It’s dark. There’s a hearth, but you haven’t started a fire. He can smell the vomit. What a disgusting stench you exposed him to. How cruel. You’re asleep, curled under a thin blanket on a worn futon. You’re close to the hearth, like you want its warmth even though there’s no fire. With the moonlight, he can see the vomit covering the side of your pillow, spilling onto the mattress beneath. It looks dried.
             “There you are! Aren’t you cold?” His voice. You hear his voice.
             It’s a dream, he’s not here. But then he kneels beside you and gently shakes your shoulder. Your eyes snap open and your head whips to look at him. No no no, this isn’t right. He shouldn’t be here. He should have forgotten about you by now.
             “Were you sick? I’ll help you clean up. Do you have a rag and some water somewhere?”
             You try to speak, but your throat is dry and sore from the bile, so all you can do is cough.
             “It’s okay, don’t strain your voice. I’ll find one.” He looks around the room and wanders into the kitchen. There’s more dirt there. He really shouldn’t be here at all, but he especially shouldn’t be walking around in the grime. You can’t even raise your voice to save him the effort, to tell him where you keep your rags and water. Useless.
             “The water’s cold, so this might not be pleasant. Please forgive me.” He says as he lifts your head with one hand, and uses the other to wipe the dried vomit from your face. More of his touches. Even in the dark, his presence is so bright.
             Your skin is numb from the cold, so you can barely feel his warm hand. More like the ghost of a touch. He uses the rag to clean your face, then wipe up what he can from the mattress. Vile. Acidic. The smell doesn’t seem to bother him. Then again, it’s weak compared to everything else. Your eyes are tired. When you let them relax, you can start to see it on the walls. Worn wood, the black crawling over it. Spreading. More and more, the rot he can’t see. You hope it won’t make him sick. Sometimes it’s dry, rough looking patches. Today it looks more like a liquid. A black puddle. Viscous, flowing out in all directions. Starting at the bottom of the wall. Liquids usually flow downwards, but this dirt doesn’t listen. You suppose it makes sense, that your own sludge would defy expectations. It’s a little over halfway up the wall now, some uneven spots still left untouched. Like veins crawling across the wood. It bubbles in some places, bursting with a strange popping sound.
             “What are you looking at?” He asks.
             You weren’t paying attention, so you didn’t notice him placing wood in the hearth. You suppose you’re happy can’t see it. When you look back, it’s crawled into itself. Taking up only a third of what it was before, leaving a brown film behind. You’ll have to scrub the wall down tomorrow.
             He doesn’t push you to respond, just strikes a match and places it inside the hearth. Weren’t you out of matches? Maybe he had his own. He uses another one. Maybe he’s cold, wants to warm up quicker. When you concentrate, you can just barely see his breath. It’s that cold in here. And you made him wander all the way out here.
             “Don’t worry, it should heat up quickly,” he smiles. It makes you want to smile too. Your dry lips crack a bit when you try, but it still feels nice. He looks worried now. “Oh, your skin is dry. Do you want to drink something? I’ll go grab a cup.” He doesn’t wait for your response, quickly standing up and heading to the kitchen. His feet make such soft sounds on the floor, almost too quiet to hear. He’s gone. Out of the room. It’s just you now. You can pretend you started the fire yourself, that he never followed you out here. You can close your eyes and try to sleep. But he comes back, instead of leaving like he should.
             “The water is cold, I hope you don’t mind. I could heat it up if you like?” He sits beside you, holding the cup of icy water. All you can do is look at him, though it’s hard to focus your vision. It’s all a little blurry. “I can help you sit up. Are you comfortable with that?” What a gentleman. Such an honorable person. You never thought someone like that would step foot in your house. He sets the cup down carefully, and slides one hand under your head and one under your back. He lifts you up carefully, expecting you to sit up on your own once he has you upright. But you’re tired. You shouldn’t make him do the work.
             “You must really be tired!” He chuckles.
             More than you know.
             He leans you against his chest, securing you with an arm around your waist as he carefully grabs the cup from the floor. He’s so warm. You knew that, but it still surprises you. How can someone be so warm? Maybe it’s just because of how cold you are.
             “Here,” he says as he lifts the cup to your lips.
             You’re leaning on his left shoulder. His hair tickles your face as he looks down at you. You only have enough energy to tilt your head slightly as you take a sip. It’s cold. You knew that, but it chills your throat and makes you shiver.
             “Ah, sorry! I know it’s cold, but please drink a little more.” You can feel the vibration of his voice through his chest, pressed up against your back. He lifts the cup again, and you drink some more. You can feel his breath on your cheek. The fire has grown. Enough that you can feel its heat and see its light. His warmth seeps through to you even through his clothes, and the fire warms your skin. It feels so wonderful. It’s so sinple, such a stupid thing to enjoy so much. You sigh. He chuckles a bit. You can’t hear it. You wouldn’t know if you weren’t leaned up against him.
             “I’ll stay here with you. I didn’t sense any more demons near the village, but demons often lurk in the woods.” He says it so calmly, like it’s such a simple, obvious statement.
             You need to tell him to go, you need to tell him you’re fine. But you can’t muster the energy to speak. All you can do is shake your head, but even that you can’t do properly. He’s an observant person, hopefully he can understand what you mean.
             “Don’t worry, everyone is safe! It’s no problem for me to stay here. Please don’t worry.” Can he read your mind? He’s got it all wrong. He should be worrying about everyone except you. Take a deep breath, open your mouth and speak. Convince him you’re fine, you’re safe enough. Go away. You need to make him leave.
             He wraps his other arm around you, spreading more warmth through your body. It’s too late now. You can’t say anything else. You’re melting. Your fingers aren’t numb anymore, they hurt now. They feel a bit better with every passing second. Say something. Stop being useless for once in your life! You can’t speak. You’re barely conscious as it is. Useless as ever. Even if he won’t listen, you need to at least try. But you can’t. It’s frustrating. It’s awful. You can’t say anything at all, can’t even keep your eyes open. Tears of frustration build beneath your eyelids, and spill over your cheeks.
             Skin touches your face, wiping at the tears. It surprises you, and you jolt. As much as your weak body can muster at least. He says something, but you can’t make it out. All you can do is listen to his voice and take in the feeling of his gentle hands wiping the tears from your face.
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tropical-gothic · 23 days ago
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The truth burned in Tanjiro’s tongue. He could do this. It’s just a short conversation. A confession. Over hot chocolate. He could do this.
Rengoku x Tanjiro, General audiences and mostly fluff
x.X.x
How many more seasons should pass before Rengoku learns the truth? Spring blossoms have given way to the summer sun and the leaves have fallen on the chilly autumn ground. 
Yet even in winter, the truth burned on the tip of Tanjiro’s tongue. Like wood in his family’s stone mound— burning, and churning, and then burning again for the four days and four nights that Rengoku stayed with them for the winter celebrations.
Tanjiro’s heart sat on a fiery spit— racing, sweating, smelling of oak and pine.
But he couldn’t delay this anymore. No. He was the eldest son; he’s taken care of his family; he’s persevered through training in the thin mountain air; he’s fought demons— those that have attacked humans and those that lived inside him. Tanjiro had thick skin— scar tissue forged by hot coals and healed wounds.
He could do this. It’s just a short conversation. A confession. Over hot chocolate. Rengoku was just sitting on the edge of the frozen lake, a basket of sweet potatoes still hot beside him. He could do this.
“Um,” Tanjiro started, shifting the excuses he carried with him. A warm coat and hot chocolate, which Rengoku had brought along from his estate claiming it was a popular Western import. Very loudly, while shoving fistfuls of it to Nezuko in the kitchen.
“What is it, young Kamado?” Rengoku’s head spun to face him, much like a disturbed owl. Flame-colored eyes went wide with an intensity that made Tanjiro sweat.
“I saw you leave the house earlier—“
“Did you!”
“And thought you might get cold…”
“I might!”
“So I brought you a coat!” Tanjiro matched Rengoku’s volume.
“How considerate!” He accepted the coat, his voice becoming a bit louder.
“AND!” Tanjiro swallowed the rock-hard lump on his throat. Tell him. Spit it out. Breathe. Concentrate. “What I came here to say—“
Rengoku blinked slowly. Waiting. Arms crossed in front of his chest. The silence settled between them, soft as falling snow.
“— I also made you hot chocolate.” Tanjiro bowed and set forward the cup of dark liquid, the heat rising from its surface. Rising from Tanjiro’s cheeks. The fire sputtered out, leaving the scent of ash and soot hanging awkwardly in the air.
That’s when he felt warm hands clamped firmly over his. “YOU ARE SHAKING, YOUNG KAMADO.”
“I AM!” Tanjiro wanted to cry.
“It is the weather,” Rengoku concluded. “The winter is exceptionally cold this year.” He nodded, sagely. Wrongly.
“Actually—“ Tanjiro was used to the cold. It was familiar as an old memory. Not like the blaring of his pulse, resounding from where Rengoku’s hand touched his. “It’s not—“
“You will share this coat with me!”
“Wait, wha—“ Did he hear that right?
“YOU WILL SHARE THIS COAT WITH ME!” Rengoku’s voice boomed. And in one swift motion, they were beside each other, huddled under the warmth of the coat. The cup of hot chocolate rattled from the sudden movement. 
Tanjiro couldn’t make a sound. He couldn’t breathe. The only thing he could be, at this moment, was awkward.
“Young Kamado,” Rengoku started, an arm wrapped around Tanjiro and his gaze fixed on the frozen lake. “The snow here is very different from my parent’s house.” There was a peacefulness to it— no. A softness. A paradoxical warmth in the middle of winter— like a warm jacket or steamed sweet potatoes, and— “I think it is the company.”
Tanjiro’s cheeks turned pink. Once more, the cool wind sauntered by, unearthing embers as bright as Rengoku’s eyes.
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itschi-chi · 2 months ago
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—𝖬𝗒 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖲𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖸𝗈𝗎.
Sfw One-Shot
🌸Pairing || Dom Fem!Reader X Rengoku Kyojuro
🌸 Summary || You relish in the fact , your lover is still here & alive with you.
·:*¨༺ ★ ༻¨*:·.
To be alive—heart beating and his chest rising slowly with every breath under you — Was something you wouldn’t hope to see perish.
Kyojuro had been sent to a mission months ago, one that appeared so difficult a hashira was needed to complete it. Being the flame pillar, he was by no means weak, but like everyone else he was just human—and human life as beautiful and mysterious it is— is fleeting and fragile.
The mission however had gone as planned and was completed. Up until the point it was time for him to return back to headquarters. Unexpected and suddenly, an upper moon had revealed themselves. If it weren’t for the sun’s arrival, and Kyojuro’s level of power, he would have.... he would have...
You winced at the thought— you didn’t want to finish It. He was here, injured, but he was here, and you have him, safe in your arms. Thankfully his ankles only had a minor fracture. That upper moon must have been toying with him, the thought of it made your blood boil and eyes tear, but you were somewhat thankful that— that was all there was to it. The upper moon if he had been serious, you wouldn’t know how to deal if you were brought any tragic news of your lover.
“Darling...,are you alright?” He whispered and gave a sweet smile. You smiled, back— “ Am I alright?” You said backing it with soft laughter. “ Kyo your the one who was hurt, not me.” You held the side of his face. You were positioned above him, lifting his back up with your hand, making him arch up into you. This position made him feel a bit vulnerable.
“Y/N darling, are you gonna stare at me like that all day—your making me a bit shy.” Blushing and giving a small breathy laugh, that didn’t sound like the usual hearty ones he would make.
“I am. I’m gonna look at your pretty face all day long.”
“Oh..“ he blushed harder and turned away his gaze to the side.
“Look at me, Kyojuro.“ You commanded.
He timidly looked upwards at you. Again not his usual display of behavior, but you couldn’t blame him, in moments like these you weren’t afraid to be a tad more dominant in your demeanor especially with the outcome of his previous mission. You needed to savor your time with him. To savor him.
Promise me from now on, your gonna always make a speedy return back home. So things like that are less likely to happen.” he paused, taking in how much this must have affected you. “I promise.” he leaned into your hand, kissing it as a way to reassure you. You bend down to kiss along his jawline—-he hums in delight. Humming back at his reaction you begin kissing his neck. He squirms under your lips. “Y/N, can we flip over?” You suck at his neck. “No, it’s gonna be this way til your healed, sweetie.”
He whined, wanting to be on top. He layed his arms beside his body in defeat. “Good boy.” you remarked—and continued kissing down his neck, slowly trailing down to his chest pulling back his yukata as you went. He subconsciously arched a bit more, wanting to feel you closer. After moving your mouth back up— you placed a kiss on his lips. Licking at them then breaking off to tease him, he gasped and pouted. You giggled, giving him one last kiss on his forehead as an apology.
“I love you, Kyojuro.”
“He’s the beautifulest—Fragilest still strong
Dark and Divine” - Bjork
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dumbdemonslayertexts · 6 months ago
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Stupid Lies and a Kiss (part 1)
Pairing: Tengen Uzui x black!fem oc or reader
Warnings: 18+! recreational drug use, dry humping, dick teasing
Note: i couldn't wait any longer to post this, the set up was taking too long for me to work out SO I GUESS ANOTHER INCONSECUTIVE FIC FOR Y’ALL
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it was kind of out of nowhere when he suddenly commands her to "come here."
she sees his cheeks hollow, noting the allure of his profile, especially with him so close. the man's cockiness grated on her nerves, but tengen was undoubtedly sexy... hell, he was irritatingly sexy. his knowing it was just icing on the insufferable bastard cake that was his personality. still, it was a great portion of his charm, and it would be a lie to say she didn't enjoy his company. damn him. when the joint is free from his lips, asia is left to melt as she watches the way his throat moves to let his mouth blow a neatly executed smoke ring. 
"what for..?"
she doesn't get an answer. instead, after he placed the smoke back into his mouth, she gets a massive arm around her back, and the other reaching to grip an impatient hold onto her hip. she's yanked into his lap without a word, shocked into bracing at his massive shoulders. god, his expression is the essence of sex. the next moment that registers, she sees how he's slipped down lower on the couch... and feels an unexpectedly formed semi-erection being thrust into her-- slow and hard, dragging against her clothed cunt in a deep curl underneath her. unsuspecting, she peeps out her surprise... and to her irritation, the noise she makes sounds far too much like a whimper for her liking. boy, what the fuck are you doing? ...she means to ask him--to at least give translation through her glare if the words couldn't come out (and they absolutely would not). he's not moved at all. his eyes are boring right back into hers, hungry and aroused daggers piercing at her coyness, making her want to squirm even as she feels the head of his dick poking through his sweatpants. he locks her firmly against his pelvis, so she has no choice but to sit and ride each wave of his hips. fuck, and his hips have his cock so well aimed... in no time he's slipped her pussy open, even behind the wet barrier of her panties, so that she feels his hard bulb rubbing heavily up her slit and down again. and so that they both feel her beginning to soak a spot into his pants in the process. asia trembles, not knowing that he sees every bit of the struggle on her face to not give in to or even reveal how fucking good he's stimulating her... to keep herself from grinding her pussy down against him to amplify every part of his movements. she has to lift her hips before he hits perfectly at her clit so she won't beg for him right there. 
"that's what for." he answers, passing the joint to her. tengen takes pleasure in watching her lips wrap around it--  even more at knowing that his were just on that same spot. that's right, princess... taste me on it til you're high as a damn kite. "you're annoying with all the stupid questions you ask." his hands diligently slip their way up the curves of her parted thighs, until his fingertips breeze past the hem of his hoodie and he can squeeze the fat at their softest point. "but you fit so damned nicely here on me." 
"fuck you."
he breathes out a chuckle, "at least we're on the same page, then."
"oh, so that's what you're trying to get down to?"
"what else?" he asks, "and why not, i feel good. you're sexy and you're making me hard," his ruby gaze lowers to the moist little jewel awaiting him underneath his borrowed clothing, and suddenly the need to lick his lips is unavoidable. "why not let me blow your mind while you're here... and blow your back out while i'm at it."
"you just swear you've got it like that, it's so funny to me," asia drones before hitting a long drag, making the end of the spliff lazily glow a bright orange. uzui smirks up to her, watching her exhale the smoke from those sweet glossy lips.
"you're sitting pretty on the best dick you'll ever get in this life, princess. that's a flamboyant guarantee."
whether to his intended end or no, asia's back arches and she pushes away from him. it props her up more on the muscled plane between his hips, offers an even more appetizing view of him beneath her... namely of the silvery formation of his happy trail that's now exposed. his teasing her had found his shirt now inched up somewhat on his stomach. the tan hue of his skin peeping from under his expensive pink tee, dusted with glossy wisps of his chrome white hair and disappearing with his v-line into grey sweatpants all look good enough to lick like candy. her face says it blatantly, with her head now delightfully swimming. and she pulls even more smoke into her lungs. she's already gotten a delightful high, enough to tickle her brain and make every shift and slip of his against her skin that much more pleasurable. her mind feels like it's floating... but she wants more. asia is chasing after nirvana with how she smokes, fading her into a hazed cloud of euphoria. in her quest for it, she fails to pick up on tengen's sudden triumph, glaring in arrant display on his face. he has wanted her in silence for years that had stretched into eons, now. asia's playful banter and unforced ease with him was a favorite of his, and for the thrill of their chemistry alone, he allowed her to hide behind it for this long. but he was no fool when it came to this woman. uzui felt the wall that her roasting and teasing was, constructed to hide her equal and opposite desire for him--romantic or sexual. 
smoke cascades from her mouth, and when he feels her palm brace at his chest, sees the way she edges the tip of her tongue along the ridge of her teeth, he decides to obliterate that goddamned wall to dust.
"you gonna give me an answer today, sweetheart? you can only keep up the act so long before it gets boring," he notes with a pinch to her leg, "not to mention, you're a shit actress."
she feels her brow arching above his awaiting stare. both his high and his lust have tengen's pupils blown. the bejeweled fuschia of his eyes now were stretched to a scant rim cloaking a field of black. their stare flickers slightly behind her, where he'd had a giant, gold trimmed mirror mounted in his living room for just such an occasion as this.
"that shit's hitting you, isn't it... you can't even tell you've been biting your lip at me this whole time, can you."
shit. she hadn't had a clue. and seeing her release it, plump and shining, it gunned his cockiness to full throttle. 
"mhmmm. and you're blinking exceptionally slow, your eyes are starting to roll back cause you feel so shitting good..." it worked to tengen's advantage. every time she gave those feline blinks, his eyes were back on their reflections. her waist tapered so gorgeously. it could even be seen through his grossly oversized hoodie on her. she looks so perfect in it... on him, her pillowy thighs framing his gapped legs, the swell of her hips poured over his, the curve of her ass perched so pretty above his crotch, "guess what, though. i can make it feel so much better, pretty girl. shit, the way i can take care of you... you'll be on another planet. i'll make you feel so fucking amazing," he put his attractive, ring covered hands to work, pulling up the hem of silk until it was pooled just at the dip of her sides. "fuck..." he whispers, long and drawn, primal when he finally sees the black of her panties... and that perfect, soft dish of plush and round she's got sitting on him from their reflections. he wagers at least five courses set out on his lap for him. uzui would tear his way through them all, and not stop until well after dessert. hell, that's what he planned to start with.
"you sure the hell want to, don't you," asia drawls, clearly fucking with him, but making him touch her more, "it's finally a side of you i like-- look at god! how bout you just tell me how bad you want this, baby boy..?" she smiles, rolling her tongue between her lips. his dick is straining so hard that it's aching-- something he'd expect more if he were in denim-- anything more restraining, really. but it speaks to how painfully erect she'd gotten him. and he has uncharacteristically muted his want of her so long that, honestly, he doesn't see her proposition as such a terrible one.
"that's a pretty subpar idea--not bad for you," he answers, and then corrects. "the more flamboyant plan of action would be to show you, lady drab."
"you motherf--"a benign punch to his chest punctuates, making him laugh. "are you serious!? really, you dipshit? la--"
"lady drab," he says with her, and interrupts with a shit eating grin, "countess of dull fuckery in the land of blow-your-brains-out-boredom." 
he's already reached behind her, tracing down the line of her underwear at either ripe cheek of her bottom, hooking his fingers underneath them so he could draw the material of her panties back and up... back and up... in a slow, deliberate motion that gives her the most teasingly light stimulation... (that shuts her up, to his tickling)  until he's got the front of them pulled down enough that the slit of her little jewel comes into view before him. asia sees his how his brows lift, signaling his surprise. "i knew i had a minxy little firecracker. miss drab gets herself waxed..?"
"shut the hell up, tengen."
he laughs. it's a deep, sensual rumble, and paired with a more seductive smirk on his. the combination makes her clench around nothing, making her loins ache and burn. "you got it, princess."
he shifts the two of them lower-- only a temporary measure to lower his sweats without disturbing their position so much. it also gives him the excuse to press his fingertips into the ripe fat of her behind as he slid them back onto the sofa cushion, "gods, i've been dreaming about what your moans sound like."
she doesn't get to ask. he's already positioned himself and plunged his cock into the snug barrier of her panties, opening those glistening petals for his sizeable length to drive between, coating it in her slick. the sensation was lethal. how warm it is, the stiffness of his manhood are already too much for asia. but the second she feels a vein brush past her clit, she is electrified in a total white out of her mind. her legs tense up, toes sprawled in stunned pleasure, by the time tengen grips her to keep her from falling over, she's already shivering, fighting not to go completely dumb between squirms.
"ten, shittt!" she cries out, stretching the word into desperate sobs. it makes no sense for it to feel this amazing. uzui seems to revel in it. but he can't mask his own pleasure, as his jaw is falling slack at the same time his throat bubbles out this sensual grunt. in the next second, though, his teeth are clamped as he takes in an elongated, sharp inhale from how divine her hot flesh is, how it's drooling all over his hard cock. he eases in little by little, rocking back out with each inch he slips in, pressed between her juicy pussy. the desire to wet every surface of his cock drives him more than his conscious mind has the chance, and she provides abundant lubrication for every bit of him that he provides.
"babydoll... oh, sweetheart, asia, fuck!" his voice fails, from a melodic praise to a hot husk, it fans over her neck, "your pussy, baby, your fucking--little pussy... you're soaking me, shit..! i told you didn't i--"
with that same ardor, he pulls her down by the collar of his hoodie, biting his lip to emote to her not only how sensitive she was making him, but just how badly he wanted to possess her, down to the very cells of her blood. "i told you how good you were gonna fucking feel. all for me, pretty girl." his dick slips in until he has no room left to move. both of them short circuit, gasping and twitching from the sparks ignited over their most sinful nerve endings. tengen leans up to sink his teeth into the sweetest and softest lip he has ever tasted, and watches asia's punch drunk look as he teasingly draws it out in a nip. he decides he could fuck her like this until she was numb; his cocktip is pillowed at the cleft of her ass--luxurious and soft enough to have him leaking precum that stained her underwear. it made her even slicker for him, combining both their arousal so lewdly. "you've got my dick so fucking wet, princess," he breathes into her skin. asia's eyes haven't come unclenched yet from whenever she'd shut them... she's deaf to how her voice bleeds through the restraint to keep herself quiet. it makes his length kick against her, burrowing deeper into that warm hug of her rear. "i wanna make you cum until you cry for me to stop with that smart aleck mouth of yours babydoll," sadistically he confides, drawing back to give a thrust that makes her squeak and cover her mouth, "just like this to start, huh? you want it..? how many times do you think we can go before you pass out..."
his head slams back against the couch, shoved there by the hair asia's fisted at either side of his skull. it paints the most profane grin onto his face. and he looks dead in her eyes with it, sordidly envisioning what indecent, what tearful, abused expressions he would melt that smug little face into.
"your good-lookin' ass talk too damn much."
she's popped on the ass with that remark, and the spliff is plucked from her teeth in a flash, just as she squeals from his touch. tengen has their noses touching just as quickly, the slap guilty palm now squeezing her face in a tender hold. pursing his lips on the joint, he locks gazes with her, sultry and dominant while he drags. a delicate pinch of his fingers pops her lips into an 'o', and he respires gently into her open mouth. asia catches on quicker than he expects, inhaling his smoke and breath without a moment's waste. his cock stirs when she licks at her top lip, as though it is the most delicious of tastes.
"your sexy ass fucking loves it," he mumbles, taking another deep draw into his lungs that makes her clit swell for him. and in his style, he squeezes her ass with the same, massive grip.
"brat."
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wisteriashouse · 9 months ago
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intoxicated.
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pairing: rengoku kyoujurou x f!reader
genre: fluff
word count: 1738
remarks: awful writing that i needed to get out of my system because god the idea is cute but the execution is a mess
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The sudden knocking at your front door startles you from your slumber. 
Awake but still groggy with sleep, you take a moment to peek at the clock hanging on the wall - it’s already one in the morning. You must have fallen asleep on the couch waiting for Kyoujurou to return home, the movie that you’d left playing on the television has been replaced by a list of credits rolling endlessly. Just as you’re about to let out another yawn, the knocking at the door resumes again, causing you to jump.
“Who is it?” You call, a little cautiously. It’s not like Kyoujurou to knock before he enters. If he were trying to announce his return home, it would more likely come in the form of a lively ‘I’m home, darling!’ or a surprise attack of smothering kisses and hugs. Not to mention how late at night it is… Slightly worried now, you reach for the heavy umbrella stand in the corner of the living room cautiously...
“Yo, open up before I leave your husband in the corridor!” To your surprise, the voice that answers your question is an unexpected but familiar one, dispelling any fear you have. You hurry to unlock the door, and once it swings open, Uzui Tengen’s massive frame fills the doorway of your apartment, a large shape slung over one of his broad shoulders. Bemused at this strange sight at your doorstep so late into the night, you squint a bit at the baggage Tengen is carrying before your eyes widen.
“Kyoujurou!”
“Right, where do you want me to drop off this sad sack of potatoes?” Without further explanation Tengen marches into your house, Kyoujurou still hoisted over his shoulder. Still at a loss to what’s going on, you gesture at the couch that you had been asleep on just a few moments prior, and Tengen proceeds to dump his colleague onto it unceremoniously. The two of you watch as Kyoujurou lets out a grumble at the sudden rough handling, fidgeting a bit on the couch before he falls still once more, eyes firmly shut. There’s a telltale crimson flush on his cheeks.
You turn to Tengen, who’s adjusting his jeweled headband with a hand and checking his hair in your mirror. “He’s completely drunk, isn’t he?”
Kyoujurou isn’t the type to drink, much less get inebriated to this extent. After growing up with a rather negative impression of alcohol, Kyoujurou strictly limits his own intake of it - never more than one or two glasses, and only during special occasions such as anniversaries or weddings. In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever seen Kyoujurou imbibing enough alcohol to get this intoxicated.
Your husband’s friend and colleague only shrugs, looking totally unrepentant with his arms crossed over his chest. “Well, it was results’ day for the academy today, and it turns out that not a single student failed history.” Surprised, you look down at Kyoujurou again. He’d been working so hard throughout the revision period, coming home later than usual and even skipping meals on occasion to tutor weaker students. Although Kyoujurou always claims that it’s not hard on him, you’re glad that his efforts have paid off so wonderfully. “So the teachers decided to hit the bar to celebrate, and at one point he mistook Shinazugawa’s vodka for water… yeah. Your husband really has no alcohol tolerance at all.”
You laugh a little, sitting next to Kyoujurou and resting the back of your hand on his cheek. “Well, you’re not wrong. Thanks for bringing him back, Tengen.” At your touch, Kyoujurou makes a pleased noise at the back of his throat, hands clasping yours and pressing it tighter against his cheek. With how warm he is, your hand probably feels like a refreshing ice pack to him. Tengen only makes a gagging noise.
“Yeah, yeah.” He waves it off casually, sticking his hands into the pockets of his hoodie before he turns to leave. “It’s getting late, so I better get back to my own family before they start worrying. I’ll lock the door on the way out, so you can just focus on taking care of that guy over there. See ya.”
You wave to him on his way out, and when the door clicks shut behind him, you look back at Kyoujurou, eyes gentle. His hair has come unbound (probably due to Tengen’s rough handling), a crimson and gold mess strewn over the couch. His normally pressed white shirt is wrinkled. With a faint smile, you shake your head before you reach for his tie, intending on undoing it so that you can put him to bed.
The second your fingers touch the knot of his tie, however, a pair of strong hands wrap around yours, stopping you in your tracks. Surprised, you look up at Kyoujurou, realising that his eyes have opened a crack as he looks blearily at you. “Ah, you’re awake?”
“M’ sorry but…” his words come out slightly slurred, and you have to strain your ears to make out what he’s saying. “But I'm… already married…”
You blink at him, momentarily amused. “Is that so?”
“Yes!” The volume of his declaration almost makes you jump, and you hurry to shush him before he can wake up all of the neighbours, hands pressed over his mouth. “So…” he waves a finger in front of your face wildly, a big frown on his lips. “No… funny business… Okay?”
So this is what your husband is like when he’s drunk. Now that you’ve been made privy to such knowledge, you can’t help but think that you should get him drunk more often. He’s cute. “Okay, no funny business,” you agree, removing your hands from his tie and placing them in your lap, although all you want to do is run your fingers through his hair and kiss the man silly. “How about I call your wife to come get you, then?”
Kyoujurou shakes his head quickly, orange and gold strands flying about. “No, no, no, don’t… she’s probably… sleeping by now.” He waves at the clock with a clumsy hand before sagging back onto the couch with a groan. “Don’t wanna disturb.”
A smile touches the corner of your lips. Really, you’ll have to make up for all the times you’ve wanted to kiss him now tomorrow morning. “You must love your wife very much, don’t you?”
“Of course!” Another shouted declaration, and you hurry to muffle him with a pillow to the face. “Very much so! More than anything else! I- hmpgf mhph hmm…” 
A small burst of laughter escapes you before you can stop it, and you have to cover your mouth with your hands to suppress your laughter. The pillow you had been holding earlier falls between the two of you. Kyoujurou looks taken aback, confused, then he pouts, almost childishly. “It’s true!” Kyoujurou insists, mistaking your laughter for disbelief. Holding up his left hand, Kyoujurou gestures at his ring finger energetically. “Look!”
You don’t need to look to know that his silver wedding band will be sitting there snugly, never having been taken off since your wedding day. “Wow, what a coincidence,” you say, deciding to humour him. Holding up your own left hand, you put your hands side to side by comparison. Your wedding bands shine in the dim light of the room next to each other. “Look, we match.”
Kyoujurou squints at the bands for a moment, before he turns his head to study your face. Then his expression suddenly lights up, a gigantic smile illuminating his face. “Darling!” The hug that he gives you nearly knocks you off the couch, the tips of his hair tickling your nose as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Drunk as he is, Kyoujurou’s hugs always make you feel the same way - loved, warm and protected.
“You silly oaf, I can’t believe you didn’t recognise me.” With a laugh, you reach up to ruffle his hair before you pull him to his feet, guiding him towards the bedroom. “Come on, let’s get you changed and tucked into bed.”
Kyoujurou whines, nuzzling the top of your head and both arms wrapped securely around your waist. “But I wanna keep hugging you,” he complains, then lets out a little yelp when you swat his ass firmly.
“Be a good boy and get changed first, then maybe I’ll cuddle you in bed.” With a pout, Kyoujurou loosens his embrace just enough for you to take a step back. Reaching up, you focus on undoing the knot of his tie, tossing it to the side before moving to undo the buttons of his work shirt. “This would be so much easier if you’d help me out, you know,” you say lightly to tease him, glancing up at him to see what he’s up to. To your surprise, Kyoujurou is watching you seriously with a strange intensity to his gaze. It’s not a look you see on him often. “Kyoujurou?”
Without a word, Kyoujurou leans forward abruptly - with no time to react, the next thing you feel is a pair of lips landing on yours gently. Taken by surprise, you can only stand still with your fingers lingering on the buttons of his shirt as Kyoujurou captures your mouth in a warm kiss. The long fingers cupping your jaw are gentle, as though you’re a precious thing that he can’t afford to break.
After a few seconds, Kyoujurou slowly pulls away, and when you finally look up, he’s grinning brightly at you once more. “Just wanted to do that!” Kyoujurou laughs, before he turns and flops onto the mattress, half unbuttoned shirt still clinging to his broad frame. Stunned by the mood swings that the alcohol has brought on, you stare at him before you shake your head and join him on the bed, giving up on your original goal of getting him undressed.
“You’re going to regret drinking so much tomorrow morning,” you whisper as you tuck Kyoujurou into bed. Kyoujurou only smiles up at you, reaching out to take you into his arms and pulling you firmly into his chest. 
“That’s a problem for tomorrow!” He laughs, pressing your cheek against his. With a sigh, you pull the blankets over the two of you, snuggling closer to him for warmth.
“My problem for tomorrow, you mean.” 
Still, you wouldn’t mind him getting drunk more often, you think as you fall asleep in his embrace.
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dawn-writes7 · 3 months ago
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Trust is in the name
Pairing: Sanemi Shiazugawa x F!Reader
Summary: Your boyfriend has been on edge for weeks, and now he knows why.
Warnings: NSFW 18+ only, knife play, sweet sweet love making, manhandling, a bit of brat taming, swearing, unprotected sex (again, wrap it before you tap it kids).
Word Count: 1,523
Dawn's notes: Part 2 for Kinktober! I tried real hard to think of a kink that Sanemi would have and this is the only thing I could come up with,
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For weeks now Sanemi had been on high alert, he suspected it was because of a demon nearby the house he shared with you, his precious girlfriend, yet he couldn’t even sniff out the damn thing. What was even worse is the fall festival was in the next day-
“Sanemi!” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “You are going to pace a hole into my freshly washed floors!” 
His head whipped over to where you were standing, your yokata hugging tight on your body from cleaning the full house, a wrap holding your hair back and a very pissed off look on your face. “Something is off! I can’t tell what but something is not sitting right!” 
“What is not sitting right is you messing up my house!” You stomped your way over to him grabbing his left earlobe pulling it hard. “Stop it now!” 
He was at your will, even as strong and powerful he was he knew that fighting with you was a bad idea, you had retired from being a Hashira because your parents were sick and the Master let you leave to take care of them. 
"What is with you lately Nemi? You've been acting weird all month." You raised an eyebrow as you questioned him. You had been sweet and kind to leave him be for this long but he always caught your worried glances and sighs as he circled the entire town for the 8th time that day. "Could it be Genya? We haven't heard from him in about a week."
He shook his head, sure he was worried about his little brother but that was a different feeling in his chest than what he was feeling now. "No, Himejima says he is fine. I don't get it either so I'm not sure what it could be." 
You stood there silently for longer than he was comfortable with. "Darling?" 
You slowly lifted your head to look him in the eyes. "I think it was me that has been throwing you off." 
What? His mind was completely blank. How could you be throwing him off? You were, in all definitions of the word, perfect. You may not see it but he knew you were. "Hah?" 
He saw the way you shrunk in on yourself a bit. "Oh god, I'm sorry Nemi! I didn't know!" 
"Okay my love, I need you to explain why you think it's your fault because I am honestly at a loss." He tilted his head as he watched you cover your face with your hands. 
"Stay right there and don't move! I was hoping to save this for your birthday but fuck it." You quickly retreated away from his arms and into what he could only presume was your shared bedroom. 
He waited patiently bouncing on the balls of his feet waiting to hear the sounds of your footsteps returning to him. He was growing impatient so he quickly made his way into the bedroom. "Okay what the hell are you hiding?" 
You were standing on your side of the room holding a beautiful green box that you held with slightly shaky hands. "I bought you a gift that I thought we could use it more...intimately than what it was designed for." 
All the blood drained from his head and went straight to his dick, he could feel the tent in his boxers tightening as you approached him holding out the box. He was surprised he had his brain functioning enough to take the box from your hands. 
He took in a deep as he delicately removed the ribbon that was tied to keep the box shut, lifting the lid his eyes winded seeing the beautiful ornate Tanto folding knife. "How the hell did you afford this?" 
The smile on your face made his stomach feel funny as you watched him unfold the knife and inspect it. "I still receive payment for being a demon slayer, and I had a lot of savings from when my parents passed. I had it custom made for your birthday."  
Completely forgetting what you had meant being your previous comment about the knife he pulled you in for a quick but deep kiss. "I love you." 
The kiss you gave back left much to be desired as he felt your hands wander down his open yukata to the tie holding it. "Would you like to put it to the test right now?" 
And the ever eternal feeling of the need to be inside you was back in the forefront of his mind. "You don't like this one very much right?" 
You had a history of buying yourself the bare minimum and going above and beyond for him, he would be sure to repay you tenfold after this. "No, it's old and I don't think it flatters me anymore." 
"You're right, it doesn't flatter you anymore. Do you trust me?" Of course he needed to make sure, you had given him a blade and permission to use it against you but he had to reassure himself that you trusted him. 
"Sanemi, I put my life in your hands." You closed the distance between the two of you, causing him to drop the box that had held his gift. 
He placed a quick kiss to the top of your head as he expertly flicked the knife open and brought it to the back of the wrap that held your clothing together. 
His body sang in response to the small whimper you gave him as you placed hot open mouth kisses to his neck and exposed chest, he tried to feel bad for the poor seamstress that put your outfit together but he didn't really care at this point. 
Quickly, he moved you to be laying on the bed. 
The way you stared at him made him want to throw away this entire idea of using the knife against you and ravish you then and there but you wanted this, you asked him to do this. You trusted him. 
Putting the sharp edge of the blade under your clothing then quickly cut up to reveal your beautiful body underneath the stray threads. His hands worked quickly to pull the ruined clothing away from his sight. 
Your breath hitched as you felt the cold steel run up the inside of your thigh, of course he was using the blunt end to avoid any possible injuries but the way goosebumps followed his path up and up made his head dizzy with pleasure. 
"I'll need to buy you new clothing." He murmured as the tip of the blade got caught on the bottom of your underwear. He knew he had to be extra careful now, your bra was next to go. 
Swiftly readjusting his grip on the handle of the blade, his other hand held your hips down on the opposite side. The sound of fabric ripping saw you arching your body into the cold blade. Panic set in his stomach seeing this but you trusted him enough to not cut you, and trust was in the name for foreplay. 
He ripped the tattered clothes off your body and stared at you panting beneath him, skin warm to the touch and goosebumps littering your skin where he dragged the tip on his knife. "You know I love you right?"
The smile that pulled your lips up brought a flutter to his heart. "I am so in love with you Nemi." 
He dragged the tip of the blade up your toso and caught it under your old bra, angling the blade so he wouldn't cut you; he yanked the blade up and watched as your beautiful breasts spilled out of the ruined bra. It made his cock twitch and strain in his boxers as he quickly put the knife on the bedside table and tore his clothing off, he needed to be inside your sweet folds, now. 
Gripping the base of his cock, he swiped the head between your folds holding back his groan of pleasure as the head caught your clit which made you twitch and squirm underneath him. 
"That's a good girl, just how I like you." He chuckled darkly as he gently slapped his swollen red tip against your clit. 
Your whines only made him do it again. "Nemi, I need you now." 
He shook his head as he moved down a bit and started pushing the tip in. His entire body shook as he felt that beautiful and blissful squeeze of your walls fluttering around him. 
He had died and gone to heaven, and he was going to take you there with him. Grabbing your legs he moved them to rest them against his shoulders before he swiftly sheathed himself fully inside you as his teeth dug into your calf. 
Your moan and his melted together as he pulled out to the tip then rammed back in fully. 
He never wanted to leave this place, in between your legs whether that be sexually or if he was just holding you. You were his and he was going to make sure you and your neighbors know that.
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