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angie0919kyojuro · 2 days ago
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Why don’t you become a demon?❤️❤️❤️
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thunderslumbers · a day ago
Love Languages || Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui
warnings: N/A
word count: 1017 words
author's note: I love analyzing characters, so maybe I'll do another one with attachment styles hehe
"You know I love you, so let me into your heart, do you really love me?" me and your mama, childish gambino
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Tanjiro Kamado's love languages are...
-> Acts of Service
Tanjiro wants nothing more than to make you happy, even if it means picking up a few more chores around the house. He really doesn't mind, and it puts him at ease to know you're relaxed and content.
He wakes up bright and early to make you breakfast, take care of you when you're sick, and he does the chores you don't like doing. Along with many other things he can do for you!
-> Quality Time
Tanjiro likes being by your side, whether taking some extra time while getting ready in the morning or staying awake at night and talking until you two get sleepy, he wants to be close to you.
He'll slow his pace when walking with you, taking your hand in his as he stops and admires the scenery (and you) He enjoys baking with you, making sweet treats filled with love as you two make idle conversation, He loves cuddling you and talking, feeling your breath on his neck when you talk about the latest events in your life.
Zenitsu Agatsuma's love languages are...
-> Physical Touch
Zenitsu is very, very touchy. He grabs at your fingers and at your clothes, he subconsciously keeps close to you in fear of losing you. He likes to touch your skin, rub his fingers over any scars or blemishes. He hugs you when he wakes up, when he's happy, when he's upset, after a mission. Even when he's aching and hurt.
He loves cuddling, big spoon, little spoon, it doesn't matter (as long as he can reach to kiss you) he'll snuggle up to your chest to hear your heartbeat and if you run your hand through his hair he'll be in ecstasy. He loves holding your hands and kissing each knuckle.
-> Words of Affirmation
Zenitsu is really self-deprecating, he hates himself for being so cowardly, but when you voice that you love him, affirm it's okay to feel fear, encourage him to try new things, he realizes that he's worthy of love. He never wants you to feel what he feels, so he constantly tells you his feelings for you, vocalizing his affections with a blush on his face.
When you tell him you love him, especially when it sounds so warm and tender he tears up. He's eternally grateful to have found you. He snuggles up to you and holds you tightly, whispering how much he adores you. He'll interrupt himself with small pecks to your face and lips but he always continues on with his words.
Kyojuro Rengoku's love languages are...
-> Words of Affirmation
Kyojuro adores showering you in praise and compliments, cheering you on even with the most simple tasks. He likes to wax poetry on your beauty, your strength, and all the other wonderful features you have that he could speak for hours about. At night though, when you're settling for bed his words are soft and gentle, comparing his love for you to the great depth of the ocean.
He often brags to the other hashiras about you, whether or not you're there. He thinks he's blessed to have someone like you in his life, and he's never ashamed to state it out loud to anyone who'll hear. He'd shout his love for you from the rooftops if you asked. He's deeply affected by any words of affirmation from you, it impacts him a lot. With the death of his mother and the rejection from his father, he rarely hears words of encouragement or an "I'm proud of you." from anyone dear to him. You'll see the corners of his smile falter, and you'll see a profound expression on his face when he looks at you.
-> Quality Time
With his duties as a hashira, he savors each and every moment he spends with you. Even if it seems small and menial he dedicates the smallest things to memory. If you were busy with your own things he'd be content to watch, seeing you so focused on something captures his attention like no other. One of the things he enjoys the most is resting with you, being close to each other physically soothes his soul.
Whenever he comes back to the Rengoku estate and sees you doing things around the house, or even resting outside and reading something, he always goes to you first. Even if he's exhausted and sore, the first thing he'll do is spend some time with you alone to talk. He loves it when you spend time with him while unwinding, taking a bath together, cleaning a room, and even going out to shop hand in hand.
Tengen Uzui's love languages are...
-> Gift Giving
He loves giving you extravagant clothes and accessories. With all the money he earns as a hashira he ensures himself, you, and his spouses live luxuriously and flamboyantly. Fine silk, intricate cloth, glittering hair pins, earrings, rings, bracelets, you want it? name it and he'll buy it for you.
He has a soft spot for handmade crafts though. When he comes back from a stressful mission, you're there with a little trinket in hand he finds himself being a little more indulgent and hugging you tighter than usual. Any handmade clothes gifted to him are worn until they have holes in them, the cloth being a piece of you that stays with him even if he's not next to you.
-> Physical Touch
One thing I'll say, Tengen is unashamed when it comes to PDA. He'll openly have a hand rested on your waist, he'll playfully pinch at your skin while eating dinner, he'll have his hands inching lower and lower down your back while he kisses you in the middle of a street. He's the type of guy to slap your ass as you walk away, whether you go and slap his is up to you though ;)
Cuddle piles with your spouses are a must. Even if it means Tengen picking all four of you up and dropping you on the bed you'll stay and huddle up to him. Staying close physically when Tengen is home is always important. It's the small things that matter too, a hand on his arm when cooking together, grabbing his hands and intertwining your fingers together as you share some good news, or a gentle caress when he's upset.
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comatosebunny09 · 2 days ago
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“Damn, I’m lucky,” you say, not really thinking.
“Hmm?” your love replies.
Rengoku Kyojuro looks up at you from his spot—head cradled in your lap—with the curiosity of a puppy. Your cheeks burn and you quickly cover your mouth. You have been doing this a lot lately; unintentionally speaking your thoughts into the atmosphere.
His lips quirk, eyes alight with mischief. He doesn’t give you any warning; just sits up and crawls over you with the finesse of a tiger caging in its prey. Your back meets the cool hardwood floor as he fills his hands with your hair, and your mouth with his tongue. You whimper, loving the feel of him; heated skin, soft tresses, lithe hips fitting perfectly between your thighs.
“Kyo,” comes your pitiful voice after he abandons your mouth to suckle on your throat.
“I am a little preoccupied at the moment, Sunflower.”
Suddenly, you feel them; fingers skillfully undoing the buttons of your gakuran jacket. Your torso ignites with goosebumps, bared to the frigid air and his hungry, searing gaze. His lips are feather light as they trail across your collarbones, down your sternum, ribs, further still…
He stops at your bellybutton; dips his tongue in for a taste. You lift your hips from the floor to help him rid you of your hakama pants. Kyojuro suddenly ceases in his ministrations, much to your dismay. Wordlessly, he stamps your hipbone with the softest kiss; so deft that you wonder if it really happened.
Through your haze of lust, you capture his eyes. Butterflies erupt in a frenzy in your tummy. His irises shine a beautiful shade of amber in the candlelight, holding every bit of love for you in them. Surely, you are the luckiest woman alive. You haven’t the time to voice your inner thoughts again as he kneels between your legs, muttering sweet promises against your inner thighs whilst kissing them tenderly.
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Just a little list of fics/headcanons that are a work in progress
- sugar daddy Rengoku 😩
- camboy Rengoku/camboy+camgirl Hashira😳
- pegging Rengoku/pegging male Hashira 😏
- online dating headcanons for Hashira 🥺
- Hashira becoming jealous (possessive sex 🫣)
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yomoya-girl · a month ago
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Rengoku Kyojuro illustration for the Demon Slayer Festival ❤️‍🔥
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kyojuuros · 15 days ago
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kalofi · a month ago
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uzui “someday i’m going to hell” tengen
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muzanswaifu · 4 months ago
My Little One
Dragon!Rengoku x Fem!Reader
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Sfw Warnings: "Love" at first sight, Fighting rings, Dragon AU, Background IguroxMitsuri, Reader gets sassy and it bites her in the ass, Kyojuro is a lil mean at times then gets nice and gives kissies :)
Nsfw Warnings: Smut, Dubcon, Kidnapping, Mating rituals, Hide and seek sex, Knotting, Creampie, Breeding, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Overstimulation, Threats of rough sex, Spanking, Praise kink, Eventual Pregnancy
When attending a dragon fighting match, you catch a certain competitor’s attention...
The stadium was loud, deafeningly loud. Cheering and screams coming from all directions. Even your two friends next to you have practically ruptured your eardrums with their constant applause that seemed to go straight to your pounding brain. You didn’t really see what the big deal was, nor the appeal - watching the two dragons beat at each other.
Dragon fighting had become quite the common sport in the recent centuries, ever since man and beast had formed an alliance. The only reason there had been any conflict in the first place were territorial issues and cultural differences. The cultural differences being their more “primal” urges to battle and mate. The dispute had eventually been settled with the distribution of habitation, easily done since most dragons preferred to reside in shallow caves, and the allowance of skirmishing among their race. They happily welcomed humans to watch their clashing, and basked in the praise of glory and victory. And thus, the game flourished.
But you’d never been one to enjoy watching them fight. It was all just too bloody and violent. After all, you were raised to stay away from such brutality with humans, so why would you savor the sight with dragons? Dragons who looked nothing like the serpents described in ancient tales, and, in actuality, resembled your own kind - save for the protruding horns, thick claws, keen teeth and other beastly traits. It didn’t help to know that they could talk and think just as well as you could, hell, many even better than you could. You’ve read several novels by draco authors, their way of thinking simply divine, and even met several in person who, if not for their unique appearance, could’ve passed for man. Sure, they had rather animalistic tendencies such as instinct and protectionism, but they also had access to progressive, wayward thought. So why fight when one had intelligence? How could a species so smart and civilized be so primitive and bloodthirsty at the same time?
Your lips curled downward in tandem with the fall of the dragon who’d been pitifully bested, the inky haired victor glaring down at him in disgust. You grimaced at the sight of the poor, beaten body, his figure warped with blood and scarring. A dragon fight only ever ended with the loser beaten within an inch of their life... or dead. Killings were only ever punished, never prevented. The crowd boomed in excitement, and your friend, Mitsuri, gripped you by the shoulders and shook you like a bell.
“Wasn’t that a-m-a-z-i-n-g?! Iguro’s fights are always the best, he’s so cool! Like last week, he got this guy by the neck and started -” she blabbered on about the male, most of her speech melting into itself and becoming impossible to understand. Shinobu sighed next you. You questioned, “’Why don’t you just ask him for his signature already?” The woman ceased her assault on your dizzy body and her face went red.
“I-I can’t! You know I can’t! What if he says no? What if he thinks my hair is stupid? What if he thinks I’m stupid! I’d die!” She wailed. You chuckled at her love-struck grief, but you were glad for something to distract from the gruesome sight before you.
“I didn’t ask you to sleep with him. I’m just suggesting that you get his autograph. What is it with you and that dragon guy anyway?”
Mitsuri squealed. “I-I don’t like him like that! You make it sound like I have a thing for them...” You could tell she was more trying to persuade herself against it. Shinobu rolled her eyes and humbled her.
“Oh please ‘Suri- I saw the dragon dildo. You saw the dragon dildo. We both saw the dragon dildo in your dresser. There’s no need to deny your true feelings,” she voiced. Your eyes shot open and your jaw fell as your whipped your head to face the pink-haired woman. “What?!” You cried.
She slapped a hand over Shinobu’s dirty mouth. “Keep it down! Puh- people can hear you!” She was so red that it looked as some of the blood in the arena was smeared over her face. Laughter erupted between the two of you, and Kanroji threw her face into her paws. Poor thing.
You leaned into Shinobu and whispered “How could you tell it was a dragon’s?” You’d heard tell that they had slightly different genitalia compared to the average human, but it was something you were too embarrassed to look into. The brunette smiled deviously.
“Well, the thing was quite the size, and had a knot hung near the bottom.” Your nose scrunched up. “Really? Wouldn’t that hurt?”
She shrugged and teased, “I’m not sure, some people like it. Like her.” Mitsuri screeched.
“Stop talking about it!
A siren rang in the pit, signaling the next round of fighting. The crime scene from the last brawl was already cleaned up, or rather, as clean as it was gonna get. The audience fell silent as they waited for the contesters to be revealed.
The first one finally made his appearance, marching out big and tall with a body covered in tattoos. He threw out confident symbols with his hands, those who were betting on him straining their lungs with praise. A scantily dressed girl in the front row caught his thrown cape and swooned. You groaned, hating the more showy fighters who did so much for applause and self-image. Even if you hated watching them fight, you at least respected those who did it for the soul-purpose of getting stronger instead of winning public attention. The brute stood ready on his side of the arena, cracking his knuckles and baring his sharp teeth. You felt sorry for who had the misfortune of being on the other side - this monster was huge.
Everyone went silent again as you all waited for the other one, a few disrespectful jerks booing at his impending presence. You heard his heavy footsteps echo throughout the stadium, and gasped as soon as his bright image came into view.
Fiery blond hair that pooled down his broad shoulders, beaming red eyes and a rippling body. Wine-rich tattoos of swirling flames framed his chest and face, the color pooling down to cover his arms entirely. The dragon’s claws, fangs, and horns all came to a dangerously cutting edge that made your veins prickle, and you shuttered. He looked so warm, and fibrous. Although he was more lean than his opponent, there was not a doubt in her mind who would win this fight. A brilliant smile tugged on his lips so handsomely, you couldn’t help but mimic the expression yourself.
By then Mitsuri had recovered from her humiliation and witnessed your interest in the man. “Cool, right? That’s Rengoku, he’s one of the more famous fighters. I remember seeing his father fight when I was little too. I guess it’s their family tradition, haha.” The name did sound slightly familiar. This was your first time coming here, but it was common for people to talk about it in their pasttime, similar to how they did sports. Fans roared with his arrival, many lighting fire sparklers that security quickly scrambled to put out. Rengoku’s eyes scanned the crowd, clearly amused with the shining display that was dedicated to him. Once his gaze neared you seized like you were afraid to be caught by a predator. Your stomach did flips when he seemed to do a double-take on your area, gold orbs locking onto yours. Beads of sweat dripped down your forehead, and you slowly looked behind you, trying to see who he was looking so intently at. Unsure, you turned back to him, who was, if you didn’t know any better, laughing at your crippling anxiety.
Stop it, he’s not looking at you. Calm down.
Your fingers tugged at the strings of your cropped hoodie, swallowing your head in the thick fabric to hide from the torture that was his supposed gaze. He likely wasn’t even watching you in the first place, but you couldn’t be too sure. Finally, he turned his attention back to the other dragon. You flushed when you saw him give what was surely a wink in your direction, but maybe you were imagining things. Another deafening ring began the battle.
This time, you couldn’t look away from the fight, eyes forcing themselves onto the blond beast. You were entranced by his movements and the way dodged around his insignificant opponent, delivering powerful blows that knocked the brute into stupidity. The way his muscles strained as he maneuvered in the fight was a sight that couldn’t bare to turn away from, lest you miss their perfect image. Although blood was still splattered, and plenty of it, it seemed less cruel this time. Rengoku wasn’t tearing at the man’s body to make a mess, but that wasn’t to say he wasn’t aiming to scar. Everything was put into simply winning with growth and honor. After a short time, or maybe it was a long time - you lost track - the fight drew to a close. Rengoku the victor. You couldn't even say you watched the fight because truly you hadn’t. You were just watching him. In his teeth was captured a piece of his victim’s bloody cape before he turned his neck to drape it over his shoulder. The audience went wild. Everyone, even Mitsuri and Shinobu, cheered his name. Rengoku! Rengoku! Rengoku!
The concept of cheering over one’s bloody defeat seemed so barbaric, at least it had been before. But in that moment, be it the hype of the battle or your interest in the winner, you joined too.
“Woooooo! Rengoku!”
Everything after that went by so fast, you didn’t feel conscious through most of it.
But from what you could tell, it all started with him whipping around in your direction, hair standing straight up and shoulders tense. The next moment, he was lunging out of the arena and forcing his way through the escaping humans. By the time you blinked, the section had evacuated, people running, and he was perched on the seat in front of you, so close you could feel the heat radiating off his perspiring body. Your ears couldn’t pick up the worried call of your two friends in the background who were being held back by security, all you could hear was the sultry croon that was the dragon’s voice as he leaned in mere inches away from your heated face.
“Did you enjoy my fight, little one?”
You’re breath stuttered, lungs tight inside of your chest.
“I-I-I-” you couldn’t even speak, too shocked.
He chuckled and drew in long breathes, taking in your addicting scent. His eyes glanced down to your (f/c) hoodie with need. A sharp claw tugged at it. “Give me this.” Without thinking, you lifted your arms, allowing the dragon to rip it off you and leaving you in just your laced red bra. Can’t speak. Can’t think. Can’t leave. He brought the fabric up to his nose and inhaled deeply, letting out a satisfied purr while eyeing your exposed rack. Rengoku twisted over to his shoulder, taking the scrap of cape into his teeth and dropping it into your lap. His hooded eyes looked up to gaze into yours, the stare melting your bones.
“This is for you. I won it - just for you.”
You gulped. “O-okay...” your voice only came out in a squeaky whisper, but you could tell he heard. He leaned into your ear, his hair tickling your face and distracting you from the wandering claw that was tugging at the center gore in your lacy corselet.
“Tell me how thankful you are, my little -” The blond growled aggravated, interrupting his question and crouching down to grab at his neck. As he bent, she could see it. And hear it. A shock collar. How had you not noticed that before? Suddenly he was stolen away, your vision clearing enough that you could make out Iguro and a massive white-haired one with who you were unfamiliar. Rengoku fought back viciously, throwing them off of him like a beast only to be dragged back again. You hadn’t even noticed that you yourself were being dragged away as well.
The moment you’re embraced in Mitsuri’s arms, you gasped for breath, apparently having been on the verge of passing out from the lack of oxygen. Hot tears pooled down your cheeks in fat dollops as you coughed and inhaled. You didn’t know what just happened or why you couldn’t escape. You felt like a deer in headlights. There was no time to ask questions as security ushered you out with a half-assed apology. In fact, it seemed the entire stadium had been kicked out.
The train ride home was quite, and you mindlessly played with the buttons of the jacket Mitsuri threw on you. None of you were quite sure what to say or do except for Kanroji, who was soothingly brushing your hair with her fingers. Once they were nearing the station, Shinobu interrupted the silence of the coach.
“We aren’t going back there again,” she stated firmly. Mitsuri thought for a moment and nodded.
“Y-you’re right. Next time, I won’t drag you along, (Y/n), and I’ll -”
“No ‘Suri.” she cut her off. “We aren’t going back there again. None of us.”
The woman’s eyes went wide. “B-but -”
“No Mitsuri! If they can’t control the fighters in the ring or stop them from using their influence, then we aren’t attending anymore.” She crossed her arms.
You looked up from your lap. “She can go. I don’t mind...” Kocho looked at you with sadness and pity, and you hated it. The train came to a stop before she could answer.
The walk to your homes was just as quiet. You could tell Mitsuri was trying hard not to cry, and it was eating you up, but you had no clue as to how to comfort her because Shinobu’s word was practically law. You gave her a sad goodbye as she parted for her house, her sniffles heard as she walked away. As you and Kocho made your way her house, you spoke up.
“You shouldn’t have told her that. She can still go there if she wants. You know she likes Iguro.” The woman sighed.
“I know, but it would be too dangerous considering... what just happened today.”
“...Whatever that was had nothing to do with her. She really wants to meet him and we shouldn’t stop her from working herself up to it.”
“She has met him before.” You slowed your walking. “What?”
She turned to you with melancholy look in her eye. “Before you had moved here, her and I used to go there often. She’s been obsessed for a long time, you see.” She took a breath. “I don’t know how she did it, but she got us in the back to meet him. I wasn’t all that interested so I told her to go on without me, but she took a long time, and naturally I got concerned.” You saw her fiddling with the edge of her coat similar to how you did when you got nervous. Was she nervous?
“When I found her, she was talking to him... or rather, listening I suppose. It was only him speaking. His voice sounded strange, and it was so unusual for Mitsuri to stay so quiet, and that’s when I noticed - he was stopping her from talking. At that point I had stepped in and dragged her away, luckily before he did anything. She said she doesn’t remember what he said, but it soon after that I found that thing in her drawer, so I can guess what it was about.” It was a lot of information to take in. You hadn’t known such a thing to have happened, obviously. There wasn’t a doubt within your mind that Kanroji was telling the truth, considering she had been so nervous earlier about what he would think of her appearance. But perhaps there had been a part of her mind that did remember. There was another factor in the story that drew your concern.
“What do you mean he was stopping her from talking,” you asked. She pinched her brows and inquired, “Back at the ring - did you look... Rengoku... in the eyes?” She said his name quietly as if it would trigger you. It didn’t. You nodded.
“And you couldn’t move? Couldn’t speak? But did what he told you to do?” You thought back to the memory and confirmed. “Yes.” She sighed weakly.
“For them, one of their mating practices involves influencing the actions of their desired mate using eye contact and intimidation. It has the same purpose when used on humans except the result is more fear-inducing since, well, we don’t have the same instincts that they do. It’s a more sexual experience for them.” Your nose scrunched up. Although you somewhat remembered what happened in the stadium, things were still blurry. You didn’t want to be so bold as to assume he was grooming you for mating, but the experience did have a sexual feeling to it. And you did feel afraid in the moment. At least you thought you did.
“Shinobu...,” you shook your head, “It was just a one-time thing, I’m sure it meant nothing. I’m fine now, Mitsuri’s fine. We can sit in the far back next time if you’re worr-” “There won’t be a next time,” she stated.
“I’m sorry, but it’s just something I wouldn’t like to risk. Dragon’s don’t have the same laws as us, and if something bad happened... I’m not sure. I just know it would be bad,” she uttered. She stopped walking and you realized you had reached your house. “Please, trust me.” Your mouth fell open and shut, and you nodded. She smiled, but it didn’t look happy.
You waited for her to leave the trail to your neighborhood completely before you booked it to the library, intent on educating yourself of the mating rituals of dragons. You were already so unfamiliar with their practices besides scenting and battle, and such ignorance had worked against you. There wasn’t anything about the interspecies relationships despite them definitely existing, but you did find a reliable source for regular dragon mating. As you read along the scrappy pages, you couldn’t help but notice how all of the signs were there of the dragon’s interest in you.
Battle was to impress the desired mate and prove they could protect.
Did you enjoy my fight, little one?
Taking clothing and belongings to include in the coupling nest.
Give me that.
Gifting of battle spoils to prove strength and the ability to nurture, as well as a proposal of mating.
This is for you. I won it, just for you.
The need for praise to make sure they were a good mate.
Tell me how thankful you are.
You bit your lip frustrated, and honestly a little flattered. But also undoubtedly guilty. Because it was kinda your fault for leading him on, apparently. The name they used on the stage (Rengoku), it turns out, was used as both a battle and mating call, with their secretive first name only used for domestic interactions with close friends and family. So when you had cheered for him, he must’ve gotten the wrong idea. And damnit, you took his offering! That meant you had accepted his proposal to becoming his mate. Sure, you thought he had been attractive and all, but this method of flirtation was... overwhelming, to say the least. Why give you the bloody remnants of his battle when he could’ve just asked you out to dinner? And he tried to rip your clothes off in front of hundreds of people! Speaking of which, there was a section for that too.
Draco suitors who show more public displays of suggestion tend to desire a larger sum of whelps than those who stay introverted. Not much information has been found for the reason, but Dracologist Amane Ubuyashiki has stated that both exhibitionism and vast breeding could simply translate to a more primal form of claim over their mate.
...Okay... weird...
The rest of the section was about nesting practices and mating which you read over a little too enthusiastically. It was easy to see why so many people fetishized about it, it was so.... primal. So much scenting and biting throughout the whole thing. It was embarrassing to know that influencing only worked when both parties were attracted to each other. It wasn’t your fault he was hot! Your eyes gawked when you saw their genitalia, far bigger that the average humans and ridged with a thick knot near the base. Supposedly it only grew to its fully enormous size when it was locked, but it still seemed an impossible fit! Maybe you’d ask Mitsuri about it later.
When you got back home, you felt exhausted and needy.
Your bed felt stiff when you laid down, which was disappointing, but sleep still needed to be had. You hadn’t even bothered to take anything off of your or clean up, collapsing on the futon as soon as you got through the door. You groaned uncomfortable and shifted on your side. A lump in Mitsuri’s coat dug into your side, so you fished it out, curious to what it possibly could have been. And in your hands was the bloody cape you had been “gifted” earlier.
The cloth was thoroughly crusted in dried blood, but it was also warm, as if lingering with the effects of the dragon’s touch. You shoved the thing under your pillow and tried to sleep, so drowsy that you didn’t notice the visitors that had let themselves in.
Did you enjoy my fight...
This is for you. I won it - just for you...
Tell me how thankful you are...
M y  l i t t l e   o n e
When you awoke, you felt groggy and stark. There was a jabbing pressure against your stomach as if you were bent over something, and your joints felt scratchy and pressed together. Your body was bouncing with movement, like you were being carried off somewhere, and the air was cold as hell. A groan left your lips as your concern grew
“She’s waking up, you idiot. I told you she needed more anesthesia.”
“Can you relax? We’re almost there. Sniff that pink chick’s jacket again, you’re too tense.”
Okay, something was definitely wrong, you knew that now. Fuck. You tried pulling apart your limbs which you now realized were tied together, the effort twice as pointless because your bones felt like jelly. Your vision was still void, and any speech you tried to spew came out as babble. Hanging over the large strangers shoulder was dizzying.
“Why did you have your women dress her up like that anyway?. We should’ve just dropped her off as she was and been done with it.”
You heard a sigh.
“Obanai, Obanai, you poor, ignorant man. You don’t know him like I do. The guy hated those other ones we offered him, so let’s go all out with this one. Have a heart for once.”
Obanai? Iguro’s here? Oh god, why couldn’t you move? Who were they talking about? You couldn’t think or remember. Tears dripped down your cheeks, but they went ignored, the man still lugging you onward toward an unknown destination. Slowly, you regained feeling in your limbs, working yourself up to closing your fist. But you heard Iguro hiss across from you.
“Tengen, I’m giving her more. At this rate she’ll be awake before he even gets there.” The man, Tengen, groaned.
You felt like you were suffocating when the needle pierced your neck. And then everything went black.
You gasped, jumping up from your recline ready to fight, but nobody was there. Nobody was anywhere. And where were you? Your eyes glanced around the room, or rather, environment you were kept in. You knew a cave when you saw one, and a dragon cave at that. Although, it was definitely as well kept as a room would be, you supposed. In the ground was planted sparking glowstone that gave the dim cave an intimate light, as well as hundreds of candles spread throughout the vast area. The ceiling had a nice cascading effect from top to bottom, and off in the distance, you spotted steaming pools that seemed to shimmer under the water. Most impressive of all was the spot you were currently set in, which looked to be a large divet in the cave floor that was thickly swaddled in furs and pillows of all kinds. But even with the tall layering, you still  had to extend your limbs to climb out of the enormous sinkhole. A big nest for a dragon meant they wanted many whelps, and the thought made you shiver. Get out of here.
You sprinted over to the fuming waters and leaning over the rim, hoping to get a view of whatever skimpy outfit you were forced into. If not for the sweltering temperature in here, you would’ve been freezing.
With the water acting as a mirror, you took a look at yourself. It essentially looked like lingerie - a thin, cherry bra that just barely covered your breasts and a split-thigh skirt merged with panties that ran all the way up to your hips and more resembled a curtained thong. You desperately needed to get out of here. Immediately. You took deep, slow breaths, trying not to hyperventilate. Having a panic attack would not help your situation right now. Think. You went to your house. Woke up. Iguro was there. Talked about giving you to  - Oh god. Now you remember.
Heavy, impending footsteps only confirmed your suspicions, and you scrambled to hide behind the nearest cave wall. Even in this dark cavern he seemed to glow, those bright red eyes flickering like fire and shining muscles on full display from the robe that was dropped down to his waist. He looked worked up and messy. Maybe he’d just gotten back from a fight. Probably. And he was sniffing the air like crazy and looking around. He knew you were here. You slowly covered your mouth with your hand and tried to keep quiet. Your body was shaking like a leaf despite it being hot as an oven in here, but there wasn’t much you could do when fear raked your being.
“Little one?” he called. You shook and had to stop yourself from whimpering. The pet name forced you to remember the arena, and how helpless you were then and how helpless you were now. He drew near to your hiding place and your heart stopped. His signature smile fell into a stern look. “Little one,” he warned, “little one, come.” This time you couldn’t help the fearful whine that escaped your throat. It was little and nearly inaudible, but the dragon snapped in your direction and promptly marched over.
You cowered as he came over, tensing at the sinewy arm he threw over you. You were powerless to stop him as he led you away from the hideout, settling for shutting your eyes as tightly as you could. You wouldn’t let him influence you again. He purred against you as he guided you into the familiar pit of bedding, rubbing his cheek all over your face and neck to scent you. Rengoku pushed you deeper and deeper into the mass of furs. You hissed and pushed him off of you, forgetting to keep your eyes closed. “Stop that.”
He gazed up at you with hooded, alluring eyes. "Do you like our nest mate? I made it just for you." His teeth grazed down your collar bone, and you shivered. "The perfect place to make our brood." You yelped and tried to crawl away.
“Rengoku...” His pupils sharpened at the call of his mating name, and you heard a growl curdle in his chest. “...or whatever your other name is - I think there’s been a mistake. I don’t want to be here!” He chuckled and pushed the smooth edge of his horns into your chest, similar to a playful goat. You remembered what this meant from the book - he wanted you to submit and present for him. So you grabbed the thick marrow and pushed him away - communicating disinterest. And he looked up at you with the saddest puppydog eyes you’ve ever seen. No, you had to stay strong.
“I’m really sorry, but this is all just happening so fast, and I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I... I can give back that thing you gave me at the tournament if you want. I didn’t mean to take it.” The blond plopped down on his haunches as you cautiously crawled away after your denial. The look was so painfully similar to the one Mitsuri had when told she couldn’t see her obsession anymore.
“Mate? Did I do something wrong?” You pressed a finger to your lips to silence him
“No, no, not mate. It’s (Y/n) okay. Listen - I really like you, but this entire... mating ritual... isn’t something I’m used to. And I’m willing to bet you’re the reason I was kidnapped!” You accused.
He nodded. “It’s the celebration of my 300th victory today. And that means I get the mate of my choosing.”
You shook your head. “For dragons that means you get the mate of your choosing. I’m human, and we don’t apply to that.” You crossed your arms. “We don’t just randomly give ourselves to strangers either. You know nothing about me.” Rengoku whined and quickly leapt over to you, his huge body weighing onto yours as he nuzzled into your breasts. Another instinct that was completely inappropriate in human culture but openly practiced amongst dragons for comfort. And to check if their mate could properly nourish their children, sneaky bastard.
“I’m sorry, little one. That was inconsiderate of me. I do want to know you,” His claws dug into your back as he hugged you closer. “I’ll be better” he promised and kissed your collar. God, the guy was cute. You had to give him that. You weren’t sure if he was sorry, but he certainly wanted to treat you well. You awkwardly pet his head and sighed, looking around for something to cover yourself in since he clearly couldn’t stay away from your bosom. Your eyes caught onto the familiar (f/c) fabric, and you squirmed out of his grasp to grab for it. the sleeve was in your grasp when you felt a muzzle press into your barely-clothed center. You whipped around to face him. “Hey!”
The sound of your palm across his cheek echoed throughout the cavern. And so did the pained yelp that was ripped from your throat when he nipped your wrist. Your other hand grabbed at the surface damage, and you cowered when he looked down at you.
“Bad mate. No hitting. Apologize.” He was controlling you again.
“I-I’m sorry,” you whimpered. Another rule you failed to remember -  violence begets violence. A gentle and weak mate doesn’t get to claim an aggressive one after all. The blond cooed at your submission and crawled over you. His entire body towered over your little form. The purrs deep in his lungs vibrated against your belly as he resumed nursing position, this time kneading your tits with his paws and pushing them against his face. You could only lie there, whether it be by your own shock or the effects of his spell. A hot tongue licked under the swell of your breast and you gasped. Your fists clenched as he continued his assault, courage building in your chest until it bubbled over into a rough shove that you delivered to the beast. As fast as you could manage while you were free, you clawed your way out of the nest and made haste toward the baths. Rengoku cackled behind you.
“You are feisty, little one! I do enjoy the challenge,” he purred. You wound around the confusing maze of his home, unable to find an exit but continuing onward. 
“Yeah? Well, I hope you like losing too because there’s no way I’m just gonna let you have me!” you yelled over your shoulder. You made your way down another large tunnel, but a thick hand on your waist told you your time for escape was over. He snatched your wrists to hold your trembling back against him and leaned into your ear to whisper.
“How about we play a game then, hm?” Despite your brave words before, you gulped and stuttered, “W-what?” The beast’s claw traced the strap that wrapped around your exposed hip and plucked it like a string of music.
His voice was so hot against your ear. “You run off and find a good hiding spot, yeah? You’ll have ten minutes to hide, and I’ll have ten minutes to find you.” His lips curled against your nape as you froze like prey. “If I don’t, you get to have your freedom. And if I do, I get to have you. Sound fair?” It was more of a statement rather than a question. No, it wasn’t fair. But you didn’t have many other options and responded with a disoriented whine. A slap to your ass snapped you from your trance.
“Then get a move on, sweetness. I’m getting hungry.”
You grimaced at the new pet name and leg-buckling indication, but obliged. You had underestimated just how huge this place was. It was massive. More proof of just how many offspring the dragon wanted. Each tunnel lead to another sub-section and for the life of you, you couldn’t tell if you were getting very far. Although, you had to admit that being hunted down like this was kind of exciting, certainly more exciting than your past sexual experiences. You lost count of the seconds after seven minutes, and that was a while ago so you took a journey down another hellishly long hallway and actually found somewhere quite convenient. This room was filled to the brim with fabrics and furs and cottons. It must’ve been where he was storing extra nesting materials. You quickly buried yourself under the materials, digging all the way to the bottom and fixing the space to make it look untouched. Breathing was difficult and the weight was so heavy that you worried of how you would get out, but there were more pressing matters at hand.
And so the wait began.
You counted  in your head to take up the time and tried your best not to move or make a sound. Sweat was pooling down your body in thick beads and no doubt making your scent stronger, you prayed to the gods he wouldn’t get to this area at all lest he smell your sweet aroma and the wetness leaking from between your thighs.
The thrumming of your heart rang in your ears loudly when you heard his footsteps near and you willed the thing to quiet so you could listen closely. You heard the predator deeply sniff the air and it seemed as if he had stopped right in front of your hiding place. You threw a hand over you mouth and waited.
You rewarded yourself with a gulp of oxygen when you heard the man leave, but cursed when you’d realized you lost your count of time again. Around seven or eight minutes maybe? It was close to the end, you knew that. You hoped he would at least be honest with the time limit. Two minutes later and your chest filled with joy! and disappointment. Only a few seconds more and you could get out of this whole mess and go home with your dignity. You took another deep breath and sighed.
“You hid well! Although, a suggestion for next time would be to find someplace that would better mask your arousal, (y/n).” You couldn’t even react before a fist around your ankle was yanking you out of the burrow. You tried to thrash and tell him to stop but your movement and sound were muffled by the weight of furs on top of you.
“I suppose a human such as yourself never really stood a chance in the first place. I’m a warrior yet to be bested, after all! What kind of mate would I be if I couldn’t hunt you down and sate your needs?” He sounded too genuine, even with the filth and obsession that left his mouth.
As soon as your bottom half was pulled out, ass presented in the air, he delivered another playful spank and reached under your skirt to pull at the center of your panties, letting it snap back over your pussy. You cried out from both sensations. “W-wait!” you pleaded, a hint of excitement in your voice but mostly fear. Rengoku threw your thighs over his shoulders and pressed his face into your center.
“I’ve waited long enough.” 
And with that the man rose from his knees, pulling the rest of your sweaty body from the covers and letting your head smack against his toned stomach. Blood rushed to your head from the hanged position, and you were forced to scramble for purchase as he held you up with only his brawny arms wrapped around your hips. More heat gathered in your cheeks when you felt him intake a deep scent of your fragrant cunt. You squealed and dug crescents into his thighs as he nosed the cloth out the way and gave an experimental lick to your sinfully damp heat. A heavenly feeling you were not expecting. But instinct played its part when you subconsciously bucked into it. The dragon chuckled into your lips and hummed when he took your tasty bundle of nerves into his mouth.
“Such a fine mate. I know you’ll take my knot so well.” As scared as were for such a thing to happen, the worry sank to the back of your mind when his tongue felt sooooo goood. And hot.
His mouth drooled all over your poor cunt while he walked you back down the large corridors to his nest, that he was no doubt going to breed you in. Your nest too now, apparently. The top that kept you concealed was as good gone as it rode down under your dangling tits, and the feeling of your sensitive nipples rubbing against his skin made it so hard not to scream. You held strong around his madriff, moaning into his clothes and clamping your thighs around his head, telling yourself the purpose was to keep you from falling and definitely not to get more of his avid tongue in your pussy.
This man wasn’t just eating you out. He was eating. You. Out. Tongue licking over every crevice in your folds and lips sucking on your clit like he needing it to survive. Every ravenous growl into your sex vibrated through your stomach and made you drip. Occasionally he would pull back blow on the growing wetness and tell you how perfect you were while you shivered and whined.
“So delicious. I could eat you for days, sweetness.”
Oh please do.
“My perfect little mate. You’re far too beautiful.”
Mmm, yes, thank you.
“Don’t you see what you do to me, little one?”
You could. You feel it, even, with the bulge that was tenting near your face. And with the question, his tongue aggressively lapped at your sensitive clit until you were coming all over his face with a wail. “Yes Rengoku!” He purred at your call and drank your juices down hungrily. His lips pressed sweet kisses to your folds as you came down from your high, panting and softly moaning. Fighting this was pointless. He’d already won.
Luckily for your given arms, you’d reached the nest, and Rengoku set your limp body down gently into the much needed comfort. You weakly settled into the warm furs and nearly dozed off until you felt thick fingers prod your slick entrance. Your flinched away from sensitivity and stopped him by rolling onto your side. “No, please... I can’t, not again,” you muttered out.
He crawled over you to place a sweet kiss to your temple and crooned into your ear.
“Shhhh, hush now. I need to prepare you for me or it will hurt. You want to please me don’t you? Take my knot again and again until I’m emptied?”
He was effecting you again, but this time you found you didn’t even care and rolled back over to spread yourself for him. “Yesss,” you slurred.
“Yes what, dearest?”
You sighed and rolled your hips at him suggestively. “Yes Rengoku, my m-mate.” He smirked triumphantly and kissed you, on the mouth this time. Your flavor lingered heavily on his tongue, but instead of disliking it, your arousal increased tenfold. “That’s my girl. I’ll be sure to breed you well for being so good for me.” Your empty pussy clenched at his promise.
He quickly tore off what remained of your cherry lingerie, and his tongue worked in tandem with his fingers as both thrust past your respective holes. You greedily downed his saliva as his finger, then two, worked your tightness, scissoring you open and making you gush. You hadn’t thought kissing to be on the table since it was more humane custom of affection. Perhaps he had known more about your species than initially thought and just hadn’t wanted to take that more complicated route of courting you. You soaked the nesting underneath you and he reveled in it, loving how much your scent was masking the bed. The man added a third digit and curled them into your sweet spot, and you bit his lip to distract from the mind-blowing feeling. Just his three fingers felt bigger than anything you’d ever taken before, and he managed to map out your insides in a matter of moments. The lewd squelches of him plunging into your core over and over again echoed throughout the cave and made you all the more desperate and embarrassed. You’d been so strong-willed before, and now you were pathetically letting him ruin you as he pleased. Would he think less of you for it?
As if reading your mind, he gave your lips one final peck and moved down your neck, muttering his praised as he covered the responsive flesh in bruising love bites.
“That’s it, darling. Keep being so obedient for me. Good girls get filled and knotted,” he whispered into your skin, making you shutter. The thought of being knotted no longer made you nervous, and instead made you even more antsy to get it over with. The dragon wouldn’t be so keen on doing it unless he knew it would feel amazing for you, and, shockingly, you trusted him.
You threw your head back and cried when his mouth descended upon your perk nipple, tongue caressing and flicking it. It was thrilling to feel his sharp teeth graze the sensitive bud, and you grasped a handful of his thick, golden hair to keep him steady as he nursed. The grind of his palm against your clit as he plunged into you once more finally did you in, and you came with a shrill cry. Rengoku released your breast with a pop, and nuzzled it as he pressed his horns into you once more. Another strong request for you to submit to him. This time you took him by the horns and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. “Rengoku?” you breathed.
He lips brushed against your as he took them again. “Yes, my love?”
“What’s your name? Your actual name?” You’d be damned if you let him have his way with you without getting his name first. He laughed and nipped at your jaw line.
“It’s Kyojuro, my little one. Try not to forget it in a moment.” If you weren’t so pliant for him, you would’ve rolled your eyes at his confidence.
He pulled his hand away from your sex, strings of your slick sticking to his digits. His lustful eyes gazed into yours as he took them into his mouth and licked each claw clean. You were grateful he had retracted his sharp nails before pleasing you. But now they were out again as he wrapped your creamy thighs around his hips. You impatiently kicked at his robe while he undid it and he chuckled at your brattiness. “Patience~,” he sang.
When he pushed away the limp cloth and revealed himself, you gasped at the mere sight. It was massive, even larger than the model in the novel you read. Compared to yourself, it must’ve gone much past your naval, and the girth was nearly as thick as your arm. It wasn’t fully swelled yet, but you could see the heavy knot that was beginning to form near the base and was even wider than the swell of his shaft. He must’ve noticed your nerves as his paws calmly kneaded your thighs as your tried to squirm away.
“Kyojuro... i-it won’t fit.” He smiled softly and pulled you flush against him, his cock resting on your belly and stopping a good bit over your belly button. You felt how swollen and heavy his balls were against the curve of your ass.
“It will. We’ll just have to take our time, won’t we?” He rolled his hips, and you gasped softly. Kyojuro stroked your belly as he withdrew to press the fat, blushing tip to your entrance and slowly pushed it past the tight ring of muscle. Your nails dug into the nest as your cunt was stretched so wide it took your breath away. But the built up lubrication did help, and it was only a few moments later the full chunk of his head was embraced by you velvety walls. You saw the blondes eyes scrunch closed and brows furrow, signaling his diminishing patience to take things slow. You stroked his cheek tenderly and pulled him down for a kiss.
He licked all over your lips, jaw, and tear-stained cheeks as he slowly fed you his inches and crooned encouragement into your ear. Fuck, he was big. It felt like you would burst at any moment. But you did enjoy the incredibly full feeling, having never felt so fed in your entire life. Your cervix being forced to stretch to the back of your uterus felt a bit nauseating at first, but with time (and praise) your body soon adapted. It was a very instinctually primary thought, but you felt giddy knowing such a large thing would be able to breed your womb well. It was like the dragon’s own need to mate was infecting you as well, even causing you to bite and lick over his features as he was doing yours. And for the first time in your life, your finally realized why they partook in such primitive ways - it felt fucking good.
With one final pitch forth, he was fully sheathed inside your cunt, and you hmphed. That last bit was especially thick, and you knew it was because of the developing knot. It was hard to think being so stuffed, but lingering curiosity caused you to look down and witness the prominent imprint that such an impressive cock left in your belly. Shit. You squeezed around him on accident and he whined.
“Careful, sweetness. I want to be gentle with you, but that will be difficult if you don’t behave.” You panted and muttered under your breath. “Tch, I didn’t ask you to do that.” You broke from your haze and tensed when you realized you’d sassed out loud.
“Oohohoo~” he chuckled amused. You quickly put your hands up to shield your self and apologize, “W-wait, I-I didn’t me-” He slapped a hand over your stuttering lips and squeezed your flushed face.
“Such a disobedient mouth. Perhaps I should have used that first,” he growled. You violently shook your head in his hold, tears threatening your eyes but your core betraying you and squeezing him tighter. 
“No? Then do as I say if you want to walk tomorrow,” Rengoku hissed. Because he was Rengoku, a prized dragon fighter that hadn’t lost a single battle since his career started and spilled enough blood to fill a lengthy river. But you didn’t want Rengoku right now, you wanted Kyojuro. Sweet and playful and gentle Kyojuro.
“K-k-kyojuro!” you cried into his palm as a tear rolled down your cheek. He left go and licked it up immediately. You sniffled, and he rubbed his cheek against yours.
“I’m sorry, liitle mate. That was far too mean of me. You deserve only the best, sweet thing.” He pressed a kiss to your nose and then your rosy lips. Hesitantly you reciprocated. He was only a dragon after all, it was in their nature to be rough during their rut.
He licked and nibbled at your ear. “Darling, are you okay? Can I keep going?” You stroked his hair back then wrapped your arms around his back. “mhmm, just... be nice?” Kyojuro feathered a kiss to your cheek and purred into your ear.
“Of course.”
You held your breath when he withdrew the first few inches of his cock, then whimpered when he plunged them back in, a wet noise reaching your ears. True to his promise, he was kind in the first few thrusts, setting a slow, grinding pace that stretched you out but felt pleasant. The heavy stimulation to the mouth of your cervix was delicious, and that coupled with the tongue he had suddenly wrapped around your breast made your insides more easily mold to his phallus. 
“Mmm, feels good,” you praised, hoping he’d enjoy it as you did, “mate.” He growled into your skin and increased his pace and pullout. 
“Yes... good girl, keep calling me that.” Despite the growing power of his thrusts, the pain and discomfort continued melting away until you were left in an oasis of pure ecstasy. The hot veins of his cock pulsing against your walls made you mewl in his ear like a kitten. And every time his growing knot caught against your g-spot made your eyes roll to the back of your head. He plowed even faster and you started whining. You didn’t even notice the drool that was beginning to run down the side of your mouth.
“Soooo goood, Kyojuro. I-it feels soo good,” you panted and clung onto his back. Your honey was dripping all over his length and coating his balls, making them slap wetly against your backside. He groaned and brought a hand up to rub your clit, pounding you through your first orgasm. The pleasure traveled through every nerve in your body, all the way to your thrown-head and curling toes. He hissed at the tight grip your fluttering pussy had around his cock, but admired how well you were milking him. You would get your fill soon enough.
“Mm, gonna knot you so well - nnn - pump you so full of my seed until your bursting. You’ll look so pretty carrying my brood.” His cock twitched and seemed to swell even larger. You cried into his shoulder as his pace quickened and fingers pinched your little bead. Everything was so much - the sensations, the pounding, the heat. It felt like the dragon was boiling you alive with pleasure. Pleasure that nearly distracted you from the bulbous knot that was furiously swelling with each trill into your core. Your legs quivered helplessly around his hips with each catch, waiting anxiously for the moment it would fully catch inside you and force you to take every drop of precious cum he had stored up just for this moment. His growls became viscous.
“Fuck - tell me who owns you!”
You whined pathetically and tried to stutter with swollen lips and a dumb brain. “Y-you.” His hand slapped over your aching clit and he bit down on your shoulder. You screamed and tried to think with your stupidly fucked head.
“K-k-kyojuro!” You wept.
You were bawling now, a flurry of pain and pleasure. His ferocious pace didn’t die down for a second and edged you that much closer to what you could tell would be your most powerful orgasm yet.
“M-muh-m-my - My mate! Ah~” He sucked on the scar he forced into your flesh, almost like a reward. 
“Good girl - my perfect little one. Show me how much you want my seed. Show me!”
And with one final, dizzying thrust, he peaked. Kyojuro bottomed out, tip pressed directly against the mouth of your womb, and his painfully heavy knot locked inside your cunt. His cock throbbed dramatically, the first wave of cum spilling into your pussy hotly. Fat tears fell heavily down you cheeks as you threshed to escape the lock, his knot pressing directly into your g-spot mercilessly. If you thought you were overstimulated before, you were wrong. So wrong. Now it was torture. 
“I can’t, ah ah, I can’t, I CAN’T! Oh - oh please, ah! I can’t- oh my god, hah.”
The plea fell on deaf ears as the dragon’s tongue hung out and drooled onto nesting bed, focused solely on filling you, his new breeding bitch, up with his copious spunk. With another roll of his hips, you were squirting all over his pelvis. Your nails dug into his broad shoulders as you tried to get away, but the more you writhed, the harder it bullied your sweet spot and the harder you came. 
Even when exhausted and on the verge of unconsciousness, your cunt still milked his steamy cum into your womb, your belly gently swelling with each sip. Your mate was quite proud of you. Your first knotting and you did so well! He cooed in your ear with each swig and pulled you to drape over him so as to not crush you and the child that was inevitably growing in your belly. Not a drop was dripping past the plug and you whimpered when he tugged on it as he moved.
“So well - you did so well.” He brushed a strand of your messy hair behind your ear and kissed your head. “Absolutely amazing. I know you’ll make a fine mother for our young, won’t you?” His peck felt like the warmest, most comfortable pillow you’d ever laid on.
“Mhmm,” you sighed, eyes fighting to stay awake. Kyojuro giggled at your sleepy state. It would be a while until his knot went down, so you might as well get some hours in. You’d need them.
“I suppose you’ve earned your rest, little (y/n). But don’t keep me waiting long. I plan to take you many, many times over.”
You hummed in acknowledgement and let your eyes close. You trusted your new mate to take care of you now. 
You were his little one, after all.
God that fight was spectacular, what an absolute demon of an opponent! Rengoku had still won of course, but wow! What a rush! He couldn’t wait to get home to give you the bloody spoils and tell you about it. Or well, there were other things to be done first, but he’d tell you about it later for sure! You’d come a long way from your distaste about dragon sport, and it was nice to see how much it was growing on you. Such a supportive mate.
The moment he’d walked in, he could tell you were sleeping. He found it so cute how tired you’d grown in the past month since you’d first mated, surely a result of fertile pregnancy. The dragon cooed at your resting form when he submerged into the nest.
Rattled from your sleep from the sudden movement in your bed, you yawned wide and rubbed at your tired eyes. Looking up from your starfish position, you weren’t surprised to find the handsome blond doting on you as he always did when he returned. With one last dreamy sigh, you finally gave him what he was looking for, rolling onto your softly swelled belly and presenting your ass up in the air. He got full view of your pretty sex like this, your hole still dribbling with a thick, creamy stream of the last load he knotted you with right before he left for battle. You threw him a lusty gaze over your shoulder as he crawled over to you. Being so empty of him for hours had been lonely, but you were happy with the milky gift he left in your womb to keep you warm for when he was gone.
Throbbing cock in hand, he slowly slid inside you, stretching your walls as deliciously as you remembered. You mewled and let your head rest against your folded arms as he set a gentle pace for you. Good mate. You moaned.
“Welcome home~”
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smol-ackerman · 5 months ago
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"Please take care of yourself."
Those were the only words he left for you...
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rubydragon16 · 7 days ago
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ᴋʏᴏᴊᴜʀᴏ ʀᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ ❀ 煉獄 杏寿郎 ★ (ᴍᴀʏ 10) Ღ
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honeybuv · 5 months ago
Squirting Hcs || Ft. the hashiras
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Anon asks: Oh my gosh I loved the squirting headcanons with the boys! Do you think you can do one with Rengoku and how he reacted and what he did abt it, please? 🥺🥺
🍯-Of course! This is going to be a two part series btw if you don't mind!
Kamado ver
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Rengoku Kyojuro
✦He was surprised at first.
✦Like when your legs clasped themselves around his face and fucked his tongue only to feel your slick liquids squirted all over his chin, nose and lips
✦Your soft teary face made you look so cute when you squirted too, making his already erect cock painfully swell.
¶Tears fell to your chin as your husband sucked on your clit whilst his skilled fingers fucked your cunt, making you babble incoherently
When suddenly you felt something weird in your tummy. Rengoku didn't help either as he kept sucking, his fingers fucked your cunt faster as he felt your pussy throb
Only to feel your squishy legs cling to his face as you rode him. Your slick liquids spraying onto his face as you cried out in bliss.⁋
For a damn virgin he knew how to pleasure a woman.
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Uzui Tengen
⤵He did it on purpose.
⚀You're not safe in that house with him in there, hell his wives would lock you in on purpose.
⚀The damn man is skilled with his fingers. Hell it's even worse if you're sensitive.
⤴His wives probably would be in there with your lmao.
⤵Your small hands grab hold of your husband's arm. Clinging on for dear life as he fucked your cunt with his fingers. His smile not altering when you squirted for a third time.
How long is it? three-four hours? He didn't know nor did he care as one of his arms grab hold of your breast.
While you were underneath him, teary-eyed and swollen, your chubby thighs clasped around his fingers for mercy. Your lips spewed out babbles and incoherent words.
While his wives just sat there, smiling and cooing out praises to you, pressing the button on the pink vibrator that was tapped to your clit.
⤴Finally you came a fourth time before passing out, both from dehydration and excess pleasure, you probably won't be able to walk for a while after this.
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Shinobu Kocho
⤵She would do it on purpose. And she'd be so mean about it too.
❦Vibrators, dildos or straps. Hell her hands are enough to make you squirt.
❦She's a doctor so it's pretty obvious she's good with anatomy
⤴Be grateful she even lets you rest as soon as you squirt for the fifth time this evening.
⤵Shinobu's chin nested against your shoulder as she forced you to look at yourself in the mirror. Her sultry gaze looming over you as tears fell from your face.
When suddenly you felt weird, to which she whispered that what you're feeling was completely normal. When you finally relaxed, your fluids squirted onto the mirror as your upper body shook slightly.
⤴Her arm clung to your stomach to keep you from not falling onto the dark wooden floors of her room.
Your first time with her felt amazing, and you can't deny it.
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Tomioka Giyuu
⤵Poor baby was so confused, but when he saw your face he thought it must've felt really good from how you shook above him.
♡He didn't want to ask shinobu on what it was cus she was gonna bully him but asked her since she's the only one that knows the female anatomy better than uzui.
⤴So when she bullied taught him what it was and how to do it he understood and wanted to try it again.
⤵Giyuu's soft praises left your tummy in a fumbling mess as his slender fingers messed with your cunt. Kissing your cheek as he continued to praise you.
Suddenly your body started feeling weird, the new found pleasure was building up on your insides and he could feel it from how you suddenly clench around his fingers.
'Shinobu was right' he thought as your thighs clamped around his arm, you begged for him to stop when he fingered your pussy faster to which he didn't reply.
⤴"Just let go hun, everything's fine" he whispered, to which you learnt to control yourself and finally let go, letting your body go limp as you squirted all over his fingers. Your liquids dripped from off his fingers to which he licked up. Your mind in a haze as you fell limp in his arms.
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animepopheart · 12 months ago
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spidertams · 2 months ago
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this was coming out wonky so i left it as it is. have it!
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nagisa-cchi · 2 months ago
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bajibaniro · 2 months ago
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New Arrival
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Pairing(s): kyojuro rengoku x reader
Genre: fluff
Synopsis: your little bundle of joy has finally arrived
Warning(s): cursing; supportive shinjuro(rengoku's dad)
Kao's Note(s): part 2 to this
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this lovable man is by your side throughout the entire birthing process
he was there for your back pains, your baby kicking, your morning sicknesses, and your confusing hormonal mood swings
so why wouldn't he be there for the moment of truth
you are the love of his life, so he hates the fact that you're in an immense amount of pain, but he also understands there is nothing he can do but be there for you
and that's exactly what he's going to do
your contractions were starting become closer and closer one night. kyojuro kept offering to take you to shinobu, but you'd constantly reassure him that you were fine
then your water broke
"hey, kyojuro..." you were looking down at the puddle on the floor. 'maybeee...he should take me to shinobu...' you thought to yourself
"yes, my love!" he was quick to respond, ready to cater to your every need
"i think my water just broke..."
this man's strength never ceases to amaze you.
kyojuro lifts you into his arms, and he runs full speed to the butterfly estate for everyone's help there.
they were quick to get you into a room, and you both were waiting for the time to push
shinobu informed you that it's common to still experience contractions after your water breaking, and unfortunately, you did
and they were excruciating
and poor kyojuro, tried to help
"breathe, my love," he kept one hand on your back and the other held yours as you slowly paced around the room. "remember what shinobu taught you in birthing class?!"
you gripped kyojuro's hand tightly, clenching your teeth in pain "i remember thinking this shit was stupid, and i was right!"
the master, kamaboko squad, other hashira, and (unknown to you or kyojuro) kyojuro's father and senjuro, were sitting in the lobby, supporting you both
although they were scared from your screaming
poor kyojuro kept a smile on his face, but he was inwardly panicking. he kept his composure for you, as you're the one in the most pain, even though you're crushing his hand right now.
but it's all downhill from here, and in a few hours, your baby will be here. in a few hours, he will be an active father, and that is exciting and terrifying.
after the contractions subsided, kyojuro was able to coax you onto the bed, gently rubbing your stomach and feeding you ice chips when you became thirsty
then, the moment of truth came when shinobu returned and announced that it was time to push
and it was painful
kyojuro, bless his heart, was still getting his hand crushed by you, but he fought through the pain
he did, however, keep cheering for you like you were at some sort of sporting event. which didn't last long after you were so quick to tell him to shut up
which he understood and responded with a quick, enthusiastic , "yes ma'am!" while keeping his grin on his face, even though his hand is still in pain
after a while his hand started to go numb, which was perfectly fine with him. he just wishes he could numb your pain
but he stays incredibly strong for you, and you couldn't be more grateful
you're exhausted, and the head and shoulders were the most difficult parts to push out
you're honestly not sure how women have the strength to birth six children at once
but all of the pain and exhaustion was worth it in the end when you finally met your bundle of joy, and shinobu happily announces,
"it's a girl!"
her loud cries fill the room, showing great signs of the use of her lungs. shinobu took her over to be cleaned and going to find comfortable clothes for your bundle of joy
in their absence, you wanted nothing more than to rest, but with all of the blood and bodily fluid that comes with having a baby
the desire to take a shower exceeded your desire to rest
kyojuro helped you to the bathing area, and was even sweet enough to help you bathe, and you didn't protest
kyojuro was ecstatic that your baby had finally arrived, and he couldn't stop talking about her
after helping you out of the bath, kyojuro brought your more comfortable clothes from home that he thought would come in handy
after helping you back into bed, which shinobu had cleaned while you were bathing, you and kyojuro were able to meet your newly cleaned baby
and i tell you kyojuro was in love
your little girl was wide awake, looking between you and her father. after you both cooed quietly to her, she smiled, quickly recognize the voices from when she was still in your womb
"so you were the one causing all that commotion in there," kyojuro stated gently, caressing his daughter's head full of hair that resembled her father's
she held your facial features, there being no doubt that she was yours. but, much to your excitement, she possessed kyojuro's eyes
"so," kyojuro's voice came out quiet, soft, cherishing your peaceful moments with your new arrival. "are you still certain of her name, my love?"
smiling gently at your babbling daughter, you nodded, "i am."
kyojuro hummed in delight, "i'm glad," he gets up from the bed, pressing a kiss to both yours and the baby's head. "i'm going to tell everyone of her arrival! they're all waiting!"
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"the baby's here! and she's beautiful!"
kyojuro was proud to announce the birth of his daughter to his fellow demon slayer, master, and(much to his surprise) his father and brother. mitsuri was the first to jump up in excitement.
"oh, congratulations!" everyone crowed around him, and kagaya was next to speak in his usual calm tone.
"how's y/n?" kyojuro's smile grew wider.
"understandably exhausted, but great," his chest puffed out in pride. "they're both great!"senjuro ran up to his brother and hugged his waist.
"so," he looked to his older brother with contained excitment. "does she have a name yet?"
kyojuro paused.
when you broke the news of your pregnancy, you both came to an agreement. if the baby were to be a boy, kyojuro would decide a name, and if you had a girl, then you'd decide the name. and you did.
with his father present, kyojuro felt hesitant to reveal his beloved daughter's name. it's a name their family could never forget, and you felt as if your daughter would carry it with pride in the future.
"well," kyojuro patted his brother's head. "y/n thought it'd be fitting to name her, ruka."
senjuro's eyebrows lifted in surprise, pleasant surprise. he adored the idea of his niece acquiring the name of their late mother. they looked to their father for his reaction, knowing the grief for the loss of his wife strongly remained.
shinjuro remained stoic.
the youngest rengoku felt unease creep up his spine, watching as his father took long strides towards him and his older brother. senjuro gulped as his father lifted his hand, expecting him to strike kyojuro's cheek. but..
sjinuro placed a hand on kyojuro's shoulder, giving his eldest son a proud nod.
"i'm sure your daughter will carry ruka's name well," he gave his son's shoulder a gentle squeeze.
kyojuro felt more prideful than before.
after everyone filed out of the butterfly estate(with the exception of his father and his little brother) paid you and ruka a visit, kyojuro lead them to the comfortable room you and little ruka were resting.
shinjuro and senjuro wanted to meet her without the chaos of everyone else in the room, so they opted to wait until everyone had left.
upon the arrival to your room, all the three males felt their hearts swell at the sight.
ruka had been cleaned, her lowering half swaddled in a soft blanket since she loves to make grabby hands at you and grip your finger into her tiny hand. a small stocking cap sat snuggly atop her head. her cute laughs filled the room, babbling off nonsense to you.
"oh, really?" you asked as ruka continued her babbling, smiling happily once she heard your loving voice reply to her. "i know, tell me about it." you couldn't help but smile down at her.
you didn't even notice other people in the room. you and ruka were lost in your own little world, neither of you understanding what was being said, but your happiness was unmatched in this moment.
"y-y/n-nii," at the mention of your name, your attention broke away from ruka. you smiled at your little brother in law.
"senjuro, hi," you waved them inside. "well, don't just stand there. come in and meet her."
kyojuro rushed excitedly to your side, carefully getting into the bed next to you. he kissed your cheek, "how're my girls doing?"
his girls.
that's what you two were now, and it made your heart warm and fuzzy. you kissed his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder.
"just fine," you smiled as senjuro scurried to the bed, peering in wonder at ruka's small form in your arms. "we've been talking an awful lot for a while." you patted the empty space by your legs, and senjuro was quick to fill the empty space. "would you like to hold her?" he looked up at you, hopeful.
"m-may i?" you carefully handed ruka over, granting him his answer. senjuro was eager, but handled her with amplified care. as he quietly cooed at your daughter, shinjuro finally came forward.
your relationship with him wasn't strong by any means, but you knew shinjuro didn't hate you. far from it, actually. he would've made it a goal to chase you off from his son if he had. while he didn't treat them as they deserved, they are still his sons, and he loves them dearly.
his late wife would kill him if he didn't.
while he gave you a hard time, much like he does with everyone else, you held a special place in his heart. the moment he saw your interactions with kyojuro, senjuro, hell even himself, you reminded him so much of ruka.
and, he felt, that's exactly what kyojuro needed in a wife.
his mother would be proud.
despite this, you had to admit, he still made you slightly nervous when he approached. he kneeled, reaching your eye-level.
"y/n," shinjuro's voice was gentle, catching you and kyojuro off guard. "i can say with great confidence that your daughter will truly become a remarkable woman," the man's usual hard expression softened, gently placing a hand atop your head. "with a woman of your caliber as her mother, there isn't a doubt in my mind that she will. and...i couldn't be more proud to have you as a daughter."
you and kyojuro were both rendered speechless. neither of you have witnessed shinjuro like this, and maybe it was your hormones, but it nearly moved you to tears.
you've been married to kyojuro for years, and not once has shinjuro ever acknowledged you as a daughter.
before you could stop yourself, you threw your arms around shinjuro's neck, almost certain that he would throw you off.
but he didn't.
you certainly caught him off guard, and he was hesitant in deciding what to do. while he didn't return your hug fully, shinjuro rested his hand on the back of your head and held for however long you needed.
kyojuro was over the moon.
he was well aware of the fact that you wanted his father's acceptance, and now, you've got it.
after pulling away, shinjuro looked to his youngest son before standing up, "come along, senjuro. we must leave." shinjuro gestured for his son to hand your daughter back.
"awe," senjuro whined while gently handing ruka to you, pouting as he followed his father to the door. "may we come back next week?"
shinjuro looked to you and kyojuro for approval, which you both gave without hesitation. senjuro smiled, waving goodbye to the three of you.
now, it was you, kyojuro, and little ruka left in the room. the exhaustion of giving birth finally caught up with you as you were granted a moment of peace, and the same could be said for kyojuro and ruka.
your husband wrapped his arms around you, pulling you and ruka closer to him. his cheek pressed against the top of your head, your head rested securely under his and held in both of your arms.
you and ruka were fast asleep, and kyojuro smiled down at the both of you before allowing his heavy eyes to come to a close. pulling you closer to his chest, you'd subconsciously curled into kyojuro's side, causing a smile to spread across his face.
kyojuro has his two greatest treasures in his arms, and he couldn't be happier.
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a/n: I had NO idea how to end this one :/
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kolomo · 6 months ago
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kyojuuros · 5 months ago
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I’m sure that my brother will forgive me...
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kalofi · 2 months ago
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smth stupid
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ffxvcaps · 7 months ago
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Kimetsu no Yaiba → 白銀 “Shirogane” - White silver ED by LiSA
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smol-ackerman · a month ago
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(because i miss him)
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