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mrskokushibo · 10 months

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After Party

Kyojuro x Sanemi x reader

I NSFW I 18+ I MDNI I

Sequel to 'Dinner Party'

The plot? Oh, that is simple. You have been naughty and Kyojuro needs to show you who is the boss.

Warnings: SMUT. Oral. Anal. Threesome. Vaginal penetration. Mild dom Sanemi. Mild dom Kyojuro. Facial. Bukkake. Creampie. Breeding kink. Dirty talk.

Word count: 3506

A/N: I have received numerous requests for a follow up to 'Dinner Party' both here on Tumblr and on Ao3, so here it is. Enjoy!

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It was well past midday the following day when you eventually left Tengen’s place after a very long night. Out of exhaustion, everyone slept in till near lunchtime.

Well at home, as soon as you entered through the door, you found yourself on your knees, Kyoujuro stuffing his cock down your throat.

‘You disappointed me tonight, my love’

Kyo spoke in the softest of voices, while gently moving your hair away from your face, twisting it around his wrist to get a better grip. He lifted your chin up so that you could look him in the eyes. You wanted to answer, but your mouth was too full and all you could do is look at him pleadingly.

‘Just like that’ he started bucking his hips into you, with one thrust slightly too deep making you gag heavily. He let you pull away and find composure. When you did it was your turn to speak.

‘It’s not like you weren’t in on it. You seemed happy fucking away.’

He smirked holding your head up again.

‘But you see, this is not what I am aiming at. It’s your little interaction with Tengen that I have a problem with. That was more than just fucking, if you may ask me.’

‘You are mistaken’ you retaliated.

You were eyeing off his dick hungrily as both the situation you were in now and the memory of Tengen’s fond treatment of you was making you horny as fuck. You reached out for his cock, but Kyo blocked your movement.

‘Ah ah ah, not so fast my dear. If you want it you will need to ask nicely. See it as an apology, a part of it at least.’

‘Please Kyo, can I suck your cock’

You said in a slightly irritated voice. All you wanted was to feel his large shaft fill your mouth and here he was creating drama.

‘No, my love, not like this. You sound like a brat. Say it NICELY.’

He still had a hold on your hair and was holding your head up.

You resigned, looking him in the eye with the sweetest of expressions and batting your eyelids, you murmured in a sultry voice:

‘Please, my dearest husband, let me suck your cock and drink your cum. I dream of it…’

‘Definitely better.’

And with that, he guided you back to his groin and let your mouth and throat engulf him.

You could tell, he was not far from coming, the exchange must have aroused him quite a bit. It seemed as if he was discovering a more dominant side of himself and did not mind you being his submissive bitch.

You pushed him lightly toward the nearest wall, to grant him more support and he closed his eyes as he leaned his head back on the wall. You were now working frenetically on his cock, making him twitch and grow, the lewd wet little sucking and gagging sounds and muffled moans were driving him to the point of no return. He grabbed your head and bucked his hips into you, filling your tight throat with a huge load of his salty juices, as he rode out his orgasm and emptied himself completely, he slowly pulled out and squatted down in fatigue. You grabbed his head and kissed him passionately.

‘Mmmm, baby, you were so good’

He whispered, still catching his breath.

‘Give me a moment and I will reward you’

You continued to kiss him as his breath was slowly steadying. He now got up and pulled you up with him. He then picked you off the ground and you wrapped your legs around his hips. He carried you like this to the nearby bedroom, where you almost ripped each other’s clothes off.

You were now on the bed with Kyo’s head between your legs, kissing you softly on your wet folds. He snaked his tongue between them and licked your opening while rubbing your little hard bud. You were close to edging due to your long-standing arousal. The feeling of Kyoujuro working on you like that was making you dizzy, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

‘I am sorry, my love, but I need to be inside you.’

With this, he crawled on top of you and put you in a mating press. Squeezing you together like a ragdoll he positioned himself hovering above you. His cock entered you seamlessly and you could feel the tip press on your cervix. Your moans were loud and hoarse, this felt so bloody good.

‘I will breed you, my little wifey. Would you like me to fuck a baby into you?’

he asked through gritted teeth while pumping into you like a maniac, his balls slapping your ass.

‘Yes…please Kyo… breed me. Pump me full of your cum!’

You were nearly screaming out the last bit and after that, you dissolved into a powerful orgasm, taking away any last bit of sense and decency, you screamed like a savage. Kyo kept on pumping into your puffy cunt, while your clenching muscles were milking him relentlessly toward his imminent release.

‘I’m….commming’

He groaned through gritted teeth and with flexing and clenching abs, he produced a last powerful thrust into you, emptying his balls once again. A few last slow pumps and he collapsed on top of you panting heavily.

‘Fuck, I needed this. Thank you’

He placed a kiss on your forehead and soon sprung up on the way to the shower.

After you showered, and came out to the kitchen, he was waiting for you with a cup of coffee. He was leaning against the kitchen counter as he handed you the cup, looking at you with a devilish spark in his eyes.

‘You know, as much as I enjoyed myself in there, I am still not sure your apology was enough for me. So, I decided we should have part two of it tonight… You owe me that much for drooling over Tengen.’

He grinned and continued:

‘I would recommend that you prep yourself … back there. I have plans for you.’

He smirked with the most innocent of looks in his eyes.

‘You may want to doll yourself up too, wear something sexy, the less the better if you know what I mean.’

You lifted your eyebrows but felt too relaxed to protest or discuss.

‘Ok, Kyo. What time are we going, though? I have stuff to do?’

‘Seven o’clock. We can go out and eat beforehand and that will give you plenty of time for whatever you need to do and … for the prep’

He grinned.

The afternoon went by quickly and soon you were done with your dinner and in a cab on the way to the mysterious destination aka part two of your apology to your husband.

The taxi came to a halt and you noted that it arrived at a back alley in the middle of town. After paying the cab driver and watching the taxi slowly roll away through the alleyway, Kyo walked you up to a heavy metal gate and punched in a code. The gate opened surprisingly smoothly and inside was a modern and well-lit staircase. You walked up in silence and very soon you arrived at your destination. There was only one door at the top of the short stairway and you could hear loud heavy metal music blasting from inside whatever was behind the door. A club? Very well hidden in that case. Kyo rang the bell and a moment later Sanemi appeared at the opening door.

‘Hi bro. You made it’ he said with a nod.

‘Oh, hi there, y/n’

He looked you up and down hungrily.

‘I like your outfit’

His directness was always a bit much for you, but yes, your outfit would be to his liking since you obeyed your husband’s strict directions about less being more.

He let you both in and went over to turn down the aggressive music.

His apartment surprised you, as it was very neat and stylish. You honestly did not know what you expected out of Sanemi’s lair, but most likely not for it to be this tidy. It was a large, open-plan space with bare brick walls disclosing the industrial heritage of the building. At the very back you could make out an industrial-style kitchen with black and stainless-steel furnishings and expensive appliances. There was a gigantic sound system on one side of the room, along with a large TV and an array of gaming consoles. All walls were covered with band posters and guitars and in the middle of the room stood a huge, minimalistic, black leather sofa, with a few faux fur blankets casually thrown to soften the otherwise angular form of the furniture. It looked expensive, like something out of a high-end Scandi catalogue.

Sanemi left the music on a low volume and you had to admit that the heavy-sounding melodies played by low-tuned guitars, blasting drums, and pumping base with a deep, raspy singing on top, were putting you in a bit of a trans. It was very masculine and surprisingly arousing.

Kyo lounged himself on the sofa and you sat down next to him. Sanemi came back with the drinks, handed them over, and sat down next to you, a little too close for comfort. He was looking straight at you, running his gaze up and down your face and chest.

While eyeing you off, he addressed Kyojuro

‘So, does y/n know why you guys are here?’

‘No, not yet, but she is sure to find out soon.’

He fired off the sweetest of smiles and you felt wetness start to pool between your legs as you realised what they were up to.

‘You are, aren’t you, babe?’

He lowered his voice as he leaned down to kiss the side of your neck. Sanemi wasn’t keeping you waiting either, as he put his hand on your thigh, moving it slowly up your leg with a vicious smirk, all the while not taking his gaze from yours. He swallowed, thin nostrils flaring and eyes gleaming with lust

‘You see, I would like to try and do what we didn’t have a chance to enjoy last night. Kyo ensured me you would be well prepped this time.’

Now it was your turn to swallow. You and Kyo were no strangers to anything that had to do with sex, but having Sanemi fuck you back there felt a bit intimidating. He was, after all quite rough. Not that this behaviour was now not spreading onto your otherwise so gentle and overbearing husband… But still…

You were left with no time to ponder as Kyo moved his hands to your breasts, cupping them and massaging them with just the right amount of pressure to make you wet between your legs, where Sanemi’s hand was already working on your clothed pussy. Your juices were leaking uncontrollably, soon causing the fabric of your panties to be completely soaked.

‘These are useless now’

the silver-blond man chuckled yanking on your g-string and pulling them down off you and around your high-heeled boots.

‘Sexy shoes’

he smirked while stroking the supple leather of your tight, black knee-high boots. His hand and attention once again moving back to your pussy. With one swift push, he snaked his fingers between your folds, scissoring them open and starting rubbing vigorously between your labia, all the while your gorgeous blond husband was kissing you and massaging your tits, while bucking his clothed dick into the fat of your ass.

Sanemi pressed two fingers into your wet pussy and started pumping fast.

‘Common, babe, moan for me.’

You were already moaning, but the obedient girl that you were you increased your volume and intensity, an easy feat since your arousal was hitting new peaks. That is when Kyojuro started to remove your skimpy top and Sanemi was sliding your mini skirt off you. Kyo unclipped your bra and you were now completely naked, wearing only your sexy leather boots.

‘Now, this is a really good look for you, sweetheart’

Sanemi leaned back, admiring you, but talking in such a condescending tone that was slowly hitting all the submissive spots in your brain.

‘What do you want me to do?’

You asked in a sweet tone, first looking at Sanemi and then turning your head in question to your husband.

‘I think I will take her pussy first and you can give her your dick to suck on.’

‘With pleasure’ the silver-haired man chuckled.

They both started to remove their clothes and you could do nothing but get even hornier at the sight you were presented with. Effortlessly flexing muscles, perfect abs, and toned chests, and then the dicks. Both were huge, Sanemi slightly longer and completely straight as compared to Kyojuros shorter with a slight upward curve. The girths were about the same, but Sanemi’s cock was veinier and somehow looked rougher than Kyo’s.

Kyojuro pulled you to him, positioning you on all four so that your mouth was just above the now sitting-down Sanemi, whose legs were widespread and he was presenting you his manhood in a leisurely and shameless manner.

‘Common, sweetheart. Suck it for me, will ya?’

He whispered stroking your cheek. Immediately, you did as you were told, sinking your mouth onto his long cock. Your delicate tongue licking up his veiny underside and teasing his sensitive tip. Sanemi groaned in pleasure tilting his head back and holding you by the back of your neck. In the meantime, Kyoujuro lifted your ass up and positioned his hard tip at your entrance, sliding himself into you, stretching you out in a delicious manner. By now, you loved the feeling of more than one man fucking you. There was something so primal about it. A complete and utter submission, and yet it was empowering, knowing you were able to give pleasure to two or more men at the same time.

You were sucking Sanemi at the rhythm set by Kyoujuro, every thrust sending you forward to swallow his dick down your tight throat. Your moaning on his dick was sending vibrations through the sensitive organ making him grit his teeth and grab your neck tighter, choking you lightly. The pace of your husband’s dick slamming into your walls was getting faster now, with your walls clenching in desperation for a release, you realised he must be very close now. The same went for Sanemi since your mouth was working him faster and deeper due to Kyo’s increased pace.

In the meantime, your puffy cunt could not take anymore and you climaxed, shaking uncontrollably due to the overstimulation as Kyo simply kept on pumping into you, chasing his own release. They kept on going like this for a while until you noticed Sanemi look up toward Kyo and lift his eyebrows while making a jacking-off gesture and pointing to your mouth. You could feel Kyo pull out of you and at the same time Sanemi loosened the grip on your neck letting you pull away.

‘Sit down, precious doll’

Kyo commanded with a honey-dripping voice, while pumping his dick.

‘We want you to show us how hungry you are’

He gave you the sweetest smile and moved closer to you, Sanemi replicating the same motion on your other side. Both men were now kneeling on the sofa next to either side of you, pumping their large dicks next to your mouth.

‘Open up, kitten’

You opened your mouth and stretched out your greedy little tongue.

Kyo was the first one to come, spraying thick ropes of cum into your mouth and onto your tongue, some landing on your face, Sanemi followed suit a few seconds later and you swallowed just as eagerly, lapping up every drop you could reach from around your mouth and lips.

‘That’s a good girl. Taking us so nicely. You like the taste of cum, don’t ya?’

Sanemi took over the slightly demeaning praise, his voice cooing mockingly.

‘Such a pretty face, even prettier painted with cum. Clean us up now, will you?’

And you slowly went down to lick their cocks clean, the taste of your combined juices making you delirious. As you were working away, you could feel their cocks twitching, rebounding for another round.

‘I think I would like to have a go with that tight little ass of hers’

Sanemi said and Kyo nodded.

‘Get some lube and get going then’

Kyo instructed, leaving you in shock at how careless he was getting with you.

Sanemi got up and walked to the kitchen, coming back with a bottle of oil and three beers.

‘Hey, have a drink while I work her up to it.’

He was now kneeling behind you, spreading the fat of your ass with his large, rough hands. Kyo was drinking while giving your nipple a squeeze, making you moan into your drink. Sanemi poured some oil on your lower back, letting it run in between your ass cheeks, and with skilled fingers started caressing your puckering hole.

‘So fucking tight. So pretty. God, this makes me so damn horny.’

He kept on massaging you, while Kyo moved his hand down between your legs to rub your little hard bud getting a throaty moan from your swollen lips as a reaction. He kept on alternating between rubbing circles around it and giving it an occasional rub, while Sanemi was working you up finger by finger, until he was sure you could accommodate his large cock there back.

‘Ok Kyo, I am ready to go. This will be tight.’

Kyo understood the gist and kneeling in front of you, pushed himself into your pussy, staying there motionless to allow Sanemi to get into position. You could feel Sanemis’s cock at the entrance to your ass. You were breathing heavily.

’Try to relax for me, kitten. This will hurt a little, but then it is pure bliss from there. Trust me’

He started moving and the pressure of his cock was slowly prying your muscle open, inch by inch, painful at first, but then the sensation became something absolutely perfect, a visceral pleasure, a pressure screaming for release.

‘Fuck, you are so tight’ Sanemi was groaning through gritted teeth as he kept pushing in. ‘Fuuuck!’

When he bottomed out, you felt the fullest you ever felt in your life. You were slowly drifting off, drool pooling in your mouth and eyes rolling back in your head. This was almost too much.

’I can’t, this is… this is…I am ….so full...’ you were moaning almost incomprehensively.

‘It’s ok, doll’ Kyo whispered.

‘You can do it’

And with that, both men started moving, two large cocks slamming in and out of you, almost in rhythm with the bass pumping in the background. The squelching of your pussy and the skin-slapping noises were adding to the atmosphere. You were almost in a trance now, losing all control of yourself. Being filled with two dicks like this was making you feel more than you thought was possible. You were filled and stretched to the limit, making you almost dumb with arousal.

You didn’t even understand what spots their dicks were hitting, but the hardness inside your plush walls was making you give in to your extasy little by little. A few thrusts later and you were coming down in another orgasm. Completely fucked out and dumb from all the pleasure, you were now just barely holding up, supported by both men’s strong shoulders.

‘Fuck, you are tight y/n. I am not gonna last much longer’

Sanemi almost whimpered. His thrusts were now slower than Kyoujuro’s, in a futile attempt to delay his orgasm, but your tight muscle was too much for him and soon enough he filled your ass with his cum

‘Fuuuuuuuuck!’ He growled out while climaxing.

As he carefully pulled out, Kyoujuro did the same and pushed you down and crawled on top of you. His weight was almost crushing you as he was rutting into you like crazy, grabbing your breast with one hand and stroking your cheek with the other.

‘I will fill you up again, ok? Would you like that?’

You nodded in reply as he kept on going, crazy as he was with the desire to release himself. He was going like this for quite a while, pumping harder and faster, you both moaning and breathing heavily. Finally, you could feel his abs contract and he filled you up with his warm seed.

The three of you were now lying flat on the sofa, slowly steadying your breathing. You were all in a lull, being completely spent from nearly two hours of intense fucking. The heavy music was now soothing you and you gently tapped Sanemi on the shoulder.

‘Hey, can you raise the volume and get us some beer?’

‘Sure y/n. Glad you like the music. But holy fuck… this was good’ Sanemi chuckled as he picked up the remote to raise the volume.

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fairy-writes · 11 months

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LEAVE NOW AND FOREVER HOLD YOUR PEACE

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Request: @delvalentine

Fandom(s): Demon Slayer

Pairing(s): Rengoku Kyojuro x Gender Neutral!Reader

Prompt: Begging their lover not to leave (Action Prompt #13)

Notes: All of my Rengoku oneshots are so angsty lmao

Something short and sweet, but I tried to pack as much angst into it as possible

CATCH MY DOCTOR WHO QUOTE

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The moment Kyojuro told you about the Mugen Train mission, you got a terrible feeling. A horrible, twisting feeling that made you absolutely sick.

You told him as such, and he took it seriously, telling you he promised to come back if he could.

“If you can isn’t good enough!” You cry, almost choking on your words as Kyojuro pulls his haori onto his broad shoulders. He offers you a solemn smile, and you feel tears burn behind your eyes like fire as he slides his katana into his belt.

“I can’t promise I’ll come back. I never can. This is a dangerous profession. You know that.” He says seriously, and you grab ahold of the edge of his haori as he turns to leave.

He can’t leave.

What if he dies?

It slips off his shoulders, and he turns, catching the fabric as he frowns.

“What’s wrong? You’re never like this.” He asks, and you feel your lips quiver. Your voice trembles when you speak next,

“I have a dreadful feeling. Like something bad is going to happen. What if you don’t come back?” You whisper, and he reaches forward to cradle your hand in his. His palms are rough from years of using a sword and hard work.

But you love his hands. They’re strong but kind hands. Hands that have saved countless lives, including your own. You weren’t a demon slayer. Kyojuro always said you were too kind, too gentle, to kill demons. You had tried, and that was how you met.

So you knew how dangerous this job was. And that just made your gut feeling worse.

“I can’t abandon these people based on a feeling, my love. If I don’t come back, then I don’t come back. But if I die, I want you to know I love you, I will forever, and I will try by best to come back to you.” He tries, but you shake your head, tears welling up and dripping down your cheeks.

“I’d rather die than live alone without you—”

“Don’t you dare say that.” He cuts you off sternly. His eyes are serious and dark, as if that thought of you dying was going to kill him. But you push on as if he hadn’t cut you off.

“I want you to know that if you are going to die, I expect you to find a way ‘round it!” You sob. His grip tightens on your hand, but it’s still gentle, like a feather-light kiss. Like sunshine peeking over the horizon.

“Not everything can be avoided. Not forever. You know this. Demon slayers must die sometime, and if I die in the line of duty, I want you to be proud of me.” He says, pulling you close. You fist your fingers in the fabric of his haori again and press your face into it. He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“But you’re you. There’s always a loophole! You wait until the last minute, and then you make it out alive!” You are almost weeping at this point, your voice muffled by the fabric.

“Every night is the last night for someone. Sometimes it can’t be avoided. But know I am going to come back to you if I can.” He says softly.

If he can?

It was like he was expecting to die.

Was he?

Did he have the same terrible feeling as you?

“But you will! You’ll wait until there’s no hope! All will be lost, and then you’ll smile and then save the day! You always do!” You clench your teeth until your jaw hurts in an attempt to quell your tears. Kyojuro shakes his head, burying his nose in your hair.

“No, I don’t. Not always. Times end, love, because they have to.” He says finally and pulls away, leaning in to kiss you.

You kiss him desperately. Holding him to you as if that would convince him not to leave.

But he does anyway, a smile on his face and his hand waving goodbye.

So he leaves.

And never comes back.

#kyojurou x reader #kny rengoku x reader #Rengoku x reader #kyojuro Rengoku #kyojuro rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #Mugen train #demon slayer #fairy 900 followers #fairy writes 900 followers #fairy writes

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beneathstarryskies · 1 year

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Warnings: fem!reader, polyamory, smutty themes, jealousy

Note: This is a request from the prompt list but I'm a dumbass and forgot to post it with the ask.

It was one of the rare down-times in your life as a demon slayer. To celebrate a rather big victory, Shinobu and Mitsuri decided to throw a small party at the mansion with permission of course. You had been asked by your beloved, Kyojuro, to accompany him. It was fun, to say the least. It was very rare that all of you managed to be in the mansion at the same time unless summoned by Kagaya. Everyone’s very different but big personalities made for some interesting spectacles, including Tengen who had brought all three of his wives to the party.

For some reason, his wives had flocked to you. It was sort of nice to be getting all of this attention. They were so kind to you. They were making a big fuss over the pretty kimono you wore to the party. Suma especially was being so kind to you.

“You’ll make some man so happy,” she says sweetly as she hangs off your shoulder.

“You should get married while you’re still young,” Hina says. “So you can have a lot of fun with your husband.”

You’re blushing like crazy and starting to look around for Kyojuro to give you an escape. Instead, you spot him in the corner speaking with Giyu. Then, you feel a soft hand on your face pulling your attention back to the three wives.

“Wait, you’re not already married are you?” Suma asks, no doubt hoping for a big romantic story of how you have a secret husband.

“N-no,” you answer shyly.

“You aren’t! Life is too short to wait around,” Makio adds.

“Well, that does it,” Hina grabs your hand and starts pulling you towards Tengen. You’re squeaking and trying to get away, looking desperately for Kyojuro.

“Tengen-sama! Tengen-sama! We have a great idea,” the three women speaking in unison start to draw attention.

“What is it, ladies?” Tengen says affectionately.

“This is our new best friend,” Suma says sweetly. “And we think you should marry her too.”

The room falls silent. Somewhere a glass drops, and you don’t have to look to know it was Kyojuro’s. To your surprise, Tengen actually seems to be considering it. He rubs his chin dramatically as he looks you over carefully.

“I have always thought you were pretty cute,” he smirks.

“Isn’t she just precious?” Makio adds.

“Whaddaya say-”

“NO! She says no,” you feel a strong hand grabbing your arm. You’re tugged away from the grip of Tengen’s wives and against the chest of your beloved. “She’s spoken for.”

“You haven’t married her yet,” Tengen comments. “I was ready to marry her right away.”

“N-no,” you stutter.

“Come, my flower. We’ll be leaving now,” Kyojuro says.

You have no choice but to follow him with the firm grip he has on you. Your feet can barely keep up with his quick gait as he drags along behind him to his room. You’re trying your best to utter some sort of explanation, but he doesn’t even seem to care.

“What the hell was that?” He asks as he pulls you into his bedroom and shuts the door.

“I-I didn’t. It was them,” you explain. “They thought it was sad I wasn’t married and--”

“Are you unhappy?”

“No! Not at all,” you take his hand in yours. “Kyo, I love you so much. I’m not unhappy at all.”

“You love me?”

“Mhm,” you hum. “So much.”

“Then prove it,” he growls softly, “Bed. Now.”

#kyojuro x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kyojurou x reader #kyojurou rengoku x reader #rengoku kyoujurou x reader

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wisteriashouse · 2 years

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new dawn.

pairing: rengoku kyoujurou x nakamura natsuko (oc)

word count: 6.2k

synopsis: when a demon sends natsuko years into the future, where rengoku kyoujurou is still alive, she must make the choice whether to return or stay there forever

a/n: thank you to @buzylizbee for commissioning me!!

The night is far too quiet.

Natsuko’s fingers flex on the handle of her nichirin blade as she inches forward slowly, careful not to make a sound. Not that it matters anyway — both she and the demon she’s been pursuing for days now already know that it’s simply a waiting game that they’re playing with one another. It’s only a matter of time before it reveals itself to her in this sprawling maze of alleyways, and all she has to do is be patient. The ensuing confrontation will decide who walks out of here alive.

Still, it wouldn’t hurt to speed things up just a little, and that is exactly what she does. “Too afraid to show your face, demon?” Natsuko mocks, but her eyes never stop flitting across the shadows, prepared for any imminent attack. “What, was Upper Moon Three so afraid of a lowly little demon slayer that he had to call for the cavalry? And as for cavalry…” she licks her lips, letting a grin show on her face in the most infuriating way she knows how. “More like cannon fodder, don’t you think?”

A low growl from her right, but Natsuko doesn’t engage the demon just yet. Only after she finds out where Upper Moon Three — Akaza, as the Kamado boy had called him — is headed for, will she do him the mercy of severing his head from his body and send him to the burning fires of hell with her own blade.

“Tell me where he’s going, and I will speed your passing,” she calls, taunting the demon even further. “A location is all I need. Kibutsuji can’t save you now, demon. And even if he could, he wouldn’t bother. You and I both know this.”

“You dare speak his name?” The demon’s hiss is ugly and scornful, but Natsuko catches the fear tainting his words. Her words are rooted in truth. Except for the upper ranks, whose positions have gone unchanged for decades and even centuries, the rest of the demons are simply expendable to their blood sire — truly nothing but cannon fodder. It’s almost pitiful, Natsuko thinks, if she could hold even a single shred of pity in her heart towards these monsters.

Whatever sympathy she had once felt for them had been completely crushed. Now, nothing but rage — bitter and festering and roiling in the pit of her stomach — remains.

She raises her chin in clear challenge. “Why wouldn’t I dare? You haven’t even developed a blood demon art: I wouldn’t be surprised if Muzan doesn’t remember your pathetic existence at all—”

As predicted, the demon lunges from the shadows with claws outstretched, each as long as a carving knife and twice as sharp. Inexperienced, no doubt, but the creature in front of her has good instincts and it wouldn’t do to underestimate it. Calmly, Natsuko stands her ground and takes hold of her sword.

She hasn’t felt fear in a long, long while.

Just as the demon is about to run her through like soft butter, Natsuko twists her body to the side, letting its momentum carry it past her and into the wall behind it. There’s an awful cracking sound of those claws puncturing brick and stone, but Natsuko doesn’t have the time to wince when it turns around to attack her again. Drawing her sword with one smooth movement, she spins on one foot and thrusts forward with a strike far too fast for the eye to catch.

The demon shrieks as it’s thrown against the wall, nichirin steel scorching its flesh like white hot fire embedded in its shoulder. It tries its best to struggle, but is apparently smart enough to realise that the sharp edge of her nichirin blade is positioned right next to the bone of its neck. One wrong move and Natsuko won’t even need to do anything.

“Change your mind yet, demon?” Natsuko asks casually, strolling over to where it’s pinned under her sword. “If you need more convincing, well…” Reaching into the pocket woven into her uniform, she pulls out a nichirin tanto, its edge catching the dim glow of the gas-lit street lamps. “I would be happy to lend a helping hand.”

A high pitched wail rings out and the demon begins to struggle like a drowning insect, clearly too terrified to feel her nichirin blade cutting deeper and deeper into its neck. Clicking her tongue in irritation, Natsuko steps forward to readjust the position of her sword. If it goes and kills itself here, she’ll have to start all over picking up Upper Moon Three’s trail again.

She swore that she wouldn’t let up on this single goal. Until she has taken that demon’s head or died trying, Natsuko cannot bring herself to stand before Kyoujurou’s grave — not when the wound in her heart is still just as fresh and painful as it was three months ago.

Reaching forward, Natsuko yanks the blade from the demon’s shoulder and it instantly whirls on her in a frenzy of outstretched claws and snarling fangs. She parries it neatly before slicing off one of the arms intent on mauling her shoulder. The resulting scream almost makes her ears ring.

Natsuko turns around to pin it in place once more, but strangely enough, the demon does not seem to be focused on attacking her any longer. Instead, it’s trembling from blood loss, all four eyes wild with hunger — with the wounds it’s taken, its stomach must be clawing it apart inside out demanding for human flesh. And under the surface of its grey skin, distortion and shifting of bones. Natsuko has only seen this sight once.

Driven into a corner, the demon can evolve — a rare case, but a possible one nonetheless — to develop a blood demon art, or gain new abilities in its desperation to survive. Her fingers tighten around the handle, changing her grip in preparation for a more lethal move. As much as she has her own plans for this demon, she cannot allow it to escape this alleyway and hurt the civilians in the area.

Natsuko takes a deep breath. The frigid night air fills her lungs, liquid ice creeping through her veins from her heart down to the very tips of her fingers as she grasps her blade. The next time the demon rushes at her, claws outstretched, Natsuko doesn’t hesitate to let its edge cut into its neck.

The second she does, however, the world seems to turn itself on its axis. Distantly, she hears is a piercing yowl, more animal than human, and the looming, ominous ticking of what seems to be a clock that echoes down to the very hollow of her bones. There’s a tug, almost gravitational, that sends her stumbling forward, pulling her into a storm she has no way of escaping.

That’s the last thing she registers before the world warps around her.

When Natsuko finally regains her bearings, head still spinning and ears ringing, she takes one look around her and promptly loses it all over again.

She’s still in the alleyway, it seems, but everything here, from the acrid tinge to the air to the too bright, too white glow of the street lamps, is… different from what she’s familiar with. When Natsuko looks up at the night sky briefly, the brightness of the stars themselves seem to have been blotted out, only a faint twinkle showing itself here and there. Natsuko has to push down the brief surge of panic.

Not to mention that the demon is nowhere to be seen, either.

When she’s ascertained that the demon is nowhere in her vicinity, Natsuko bites back a curse and returns her sword to its sheathe. She took too long to deal with the demon and that resulted in its evolution. Still, even with its newfound abilities, it is a young demon nonetheless — dealing with it shouldn’t be too difficult as a kinoe. All she needs to do is figure out exactly what blood demon art it has developed and where it’s fled to.

As she retraces her steps out of the winding maze of alleyways, Natsuko starts to suspect that the demon’s new art might be that of illusions. While it might have done well in replicating the environment, several aspects of her surroundings are bizarre and completely different — from the strange glowing blocks some passers-by are holding in their hands, their strange and colourful clothes, to the towering buildings that she can spot in the distance that seem to glow with an almost artificial light. The demon must not yet be familiar enough with its illusory power, which would explain all these oddities.

Natsuko steps out of the maze, only to find that instead of the empty field she’d passed through earlier, a large building sits on the area in front of her now. Curious if this too is part of the demon’s illusion, she approaches the brightly lit signage next to its gates, running a finger down the characters engraved into brass.

Kimetsu… Academy.

Strangely, the engraving under her fingertips feels real enough. Perhaps the demon’s art isn’t as straightforward as she might have thought it to be.

She’s still contemplating why the demon would erect the image of a school with the characters for ‘defeat’ and ‘demon’ in its name when she hears the sound of soles crunching against gravel growing closer. Frowning, Natsuko slips around a corner to carefully observe whatever strange apparition the demon has conjured up this time.

“And I know he’s a teacher and all, but man, that guy has seriously gotta take his shit somewhere else!” From the sound of their footfalls, Natsuko surmises that there are two people walking across the courtyard, both of them men. Not a trace of demonic scent on them. “Just because he was chasing that Hashibira kid across the entire school, doesn’t mean he needs to knock over half the supplies in my art room! I spent the whole of lunch break cleaning up after that guy’s mess!”

A low, warm chuckle comes from the man accompanying him, and something about the sound just sets Natsuko on the edge in a way that has her fingers wrapping tight around her blade. The name Hashibira sounds familiar, but she can’t quite recall where she’d encountered this name before. “Well, Shinazugawa-san can get a little passionate at times. I do not think that is a bad thing!”

She can’t place her finger on what it is. The man’s voice is warm and effusive, nothing that should send goosebumps racing across her skin the way it is now. Clenching her jaw, Natsuko forces herself to take steady breaths and calm herself. Breathe, Natsuko, breathe.

“That’s because you didn’t spend two fucking hours scraping drying paint off the walls,” the first man mutters, clearly annoyed, before he lets out a huff. “Well, I’m heading home now to get some much needed shut eye. See you tomorrow.”

“Mm, see you too! Have a good night’s rest!”

Natsuko waits for a few moments for the other man to leave before she glances around the corner once more. And when she does, she instantly knows why that voice had put her on the edge so easily. How could it not?

Because it is Rengoku Kyoujurou standing in front of this Kimetsu Academy, adjusting his tie with one hand and checking his wristwatch with the other. There’s a grave in the Ubuyashiki graveyard bearing the name of the Flame Pillar of the demon slayer corps, with his final words ‘set your heart ablaze’ memorialised in stone for centuries to come. Natsuko knows this even though she’s only visited the place he’d been laid down to rest once, because that one time had already engraved itself irrevocably into her mind and left her heart bleeding for months after that.

Because that voice belongs to a man who is long dead. She knows that, she knows that, and yet…

“Kyoujurou-san!” She’s calling out, and before Natsuko is even aware of what she’s doing, she finds herself already standing before the phantom of the deceased Flame Pillar. It’s probably just an illusion, she chants repeatedly to herself, but Rengoku Kyoujurou is living, breathing, amber eyes widening when she gets a little too close, alive—

Because this might be an illusion, but she doesn’t care if she gets to see him one last time, to tell him all those things that she had wanted to tell him once he returned from the Infinity Train missions…

Because she had wanted to tell him this—

“Excuse me, miss.” Two large, warm hands rest firmly on her shoulders and hold her at arms’ length. There’s a familiar downward quirk to the corner of his mouth, a slight furrow of the brow that lets her know he’s confused, and oh.

He doesn’t recognise her.

Not at all.

“Apologies, do we know each other?” This Rengoku Kyoujurou continues to speak, his voice distant and muffled as though she’s underwater. Natsuko bites hard down on her tongue to hold back the sudden tears that sting her eyes, tasting iron in her mouth. “You look pretty familiar… and is this a cosplay outfit of some sort? I know this sort of thing has been trendy with some of the students recently…”

Natsuko blinks slowly. “...students?”

This Kyoujurou simply laughs. “Well, I dressed up as Oda Nobunaga during one of my Sengoku era history lessons, but my students thought I was cosplaying. You are dressed up as one of the fabled Demon Slayers, am I right?” He looks down at her haori, the gakuran uniform, the sword she’s carrying at her waist. “That’s quite an interesting piece of history you’ve chosen to cosplay! Very accurate to what little we know of them, if I do say so myself!”

History… and fables. Is that what the Demon Slayers appear to be in this Rengoku Kyoujurou’s eyes?

Natsuko glances back at the plaque that bears the school’s name. In her haste to hide earlier, she hadn’t noticed the words engraved beneath the title. Founded by the Ubuyashiki Clan in 1937. That’s years from where she’d last left off, and from what she can see, the school has been in use for a while now. How much time has the demon put between their past and present?

That means that this Rengoku Kyoujurou is…

“Right…” Natsuko manages to get out. Her hands are trembling so much that she needs to fist them in the hem of her haori to keep her shaking from being noticeable. He looks… older, more mature than he did when the kakushi had retrieved his body from the site of the train crash. The sight makes Natsuko want to cry and laugh and sob all at the same time. “You’re really knowledgeable, Rengoku-s…sensei. I learnt a lot from you, truly.”

She’d been nothing but a baby fawn stumbling around on unsteady legs until the Master had instructed her to seek guidance from the Flame Pillar. And from there her skills had grown astronomically, so had their friendship, until it had almost bloomed into something… more. What that something more was… well, Natsuko had thought that it could have been love.

Now, she supposes, she’ll never find out.

Kyoujurou’s eyes brighten. “Oh, so you are a past student of mine? I’m terribly sorry I couldn’t recognise you, but it’s no wonder why you looked so familiar. To be honest, you threw me off just now.” He laughs with just the perfect mixture of embarrassment and confidence, the exact same way he used to one hundred years ago, and Natsuko’s heart stings with joy. “For a moment there, you looked fairly similar to my fiancee, you know?”

Fiancee. Oh, so he’s…

“Rengoku-sa…sensei,” Natsuko begins, unable to hide the way her voice trembles. Kyoujurou’s smile falters, presumably at the sudden change in her tone, but she continues anyway. “Are there any… demons in this world?”

The reincarnation of the Flame Pillar of the demon slayers only looks at her, bemused, before he shakes his head with a quick laugh, reaching up to pat her head. “Cosplaying is fun, but make sure not to take it to the extreme,” he chides her in such a sensei-like manner that she has to hold back a watery laugh, “there are no demons in the world. That’s why the demon slayer corps is just a myth. There’s nothing you need to be afraid of, really.”

Natsuko remembers the words that the Master had told her when she’d first entered the demon slayer corps. “We, the demon slayer corps, exist to create a world where demons are nothing more than a bad dream,” Oyakata-sama had said. And it seems that in the future, or at least this variation of it, the hopes and dreams of all their comrades who’d walked the path before them had culminated to make this true.

“Then…” Natsuko trembles. “Then in this world, Kyoujurou-san, are you… happy?”

In her heart, perhaps, she already knows the answer.

This is a Rengoku Kyoujurou who probably has never wielded a sword in his life, who is engaged to a fiancee that makes his eyes shine at the mere thought of her and is probably happily awaiting a wedding… and Natsuko’s heart simultaneously feels so full and so empty that she aches.

But this is a Rengoku Kyoujurou who does not know her, and does not belong to her. So Natsuko takes a step back, forces herself to hold back her tears and smiles up at the man before her. Clearly concerned, he offers her a handkerchief and she takes it, gripping it so tightly she’s surprised it doesn’t tear under her fingers. Must be the marvel of future textile weaving… or something.

“Hey, hey, there’s no need to cry…” Natsuko almost laughs aloud at the unsure note in Kyoujurou’s voice. She must seem completely insane, with her strange attitude and outfit and how she seems prone to randomly burst into tears. “I am happy! Truly!” Natsuko tries her best to wipe away her tears, but more seem to just take their place. “I enjoy my job as a teacher! And my family is doing well! And I’m about to get married, which I am really nervous about, but it also makes me very excited! I am very happy… so there’s no need to cry.”

There are too many words that have gone unsaid between them. So much words that Natsuko had wanted to tell Kyoujurou, still wants to tell him, but when she looks up at the man in front of her, it’s all too clear that the Rengoku who should have heard them now lies in eternal peace in the Ubuyashiki graveyard.

And so, Natsuko reins in her words and takes a deep breath to calm herself. “That is… a relief to hear,” she says, and is glad to find that she means it with all her heart. “Then I pray that you live this life well, and stay safe from all danger, Kyoujurou-san. I will be… leaving now.”

With that, she bows deeply, sincerely, trying to convey all the emotions in her heart with this single action, before she turns around and leaves, trying to ignore the tears blurring her vision. Behind her, Kyoujurou watches as her silhouette vanishes into the shadows of an alleyway, unable to move yet aching with an inexplicable emptiness in his chest.

“Kyoujurou?” A delicate hand waves in front of his face. “Kyoujurou. Kyoujurou?”

It’s the glint on one finger that catches his eye, and Kyoujurou startles to see his fiancee standing in front of him, eyes soft and mouth pulled in a concerned frown. “You seem distressed. Did something happen at work today?”

“Natsuko.” Her voice is soothing and familiar, but Kyoujurou can’t help but feel as though something about it — the cadence or the tone or pronunciation — overlaps with that of the girl who had approached him earlier. Feeling mildly unsettled, he turns to her and takes her hand gently, letting the warmth of her palm calm the uneasiness he feels. “No, no, nothing happened at school today, love,” he reassures her. “It’s nothing to worry about — I think I just haven’t been sleeping too well for a while now.”

His fiancee, bless her perceptiveness, simply looks at him patiently. When Kyoujurou realises that she isn’t about to give in, he relents with a quiet sigh. “Well, it’s going to sound strange, but I had an encounter with an ex-student just before you arrived. She was dressed like one of the ‘demon slayers’ from the Taisho era, asking me if I was living a good life and if there were any demons in the world.” He shakes his head with a quick laugh, as if he could shrug off the unease that has settled on his shoulders. “Funny thing is, she looks just like you when I first met you…”

Kyoujurou trails off when he notices Natsuko’s eyes widen a fraction at his words.

“Do you perhaps know her?”

Natsuko’s expression still looks a little unsettled, but she shakes her head and puts on a smile, squeezing Kyoujurou’s hand lightly. “No, I don’t know her. Perhaps she’s a long lost sibling of mine? I’ll have to have some serious words with my parents the next time I visit,” she jokes. Her attempt is successful at making Kyoujurou hold back a laugh.

“Don’t be silly,” he nudges her shoulder with his, finally easing up as he turns the two of them towards her apartment. “Perhaps it’s been too long since I’ve seen you, so everyone is starting to look like you from how much I miss you.”

Natsuko laughs merrily into her hand.

“Stop it! That’s so cheesy!”

“But it’s the truth!”

As the sound of their laughter fades into the night, however, a pair of wide blue eyes watches them go from behind.

Natsuko does not follow them.

Instead, she turns the opposite direction and follows the claw marks left in the ground, the rotten stench — traces of demon — and refuses to let her mind dwell on what ifs. What could have beens. That smiling Kyoujurou and Natsuko, both with shining eyes and soft, uncalloused hands… they could have had it all.

That happiness could have been theirs.

Only the habits ingrained into her from serving so long in the demon slayer corps holds her back from running straight back to the pair. It’s ridiculous, she knows, how the desire to see them again is so strong it almost borders on obsession. Gritting her teeth, Natsuko slaps herself lightly. The slight sting on her cheek forces her to focus on her original mission here. There’s still a demon running around on the loose, and there is no other demon slayer that exists at present apart from her. Failure to slay it now is not an option.

Although the environment might be foreign to her, Natsuko is still adept at picking up the evidence that clues her to the path that the demon has taken. Fortunately, there is no blood to be seen — it seems as though the demon has not yet attacked anyone. Natsuko picks up her pace, rounding a corner before coming across what seems to be a small store, its four walls made completely out of glass. It almost hurts Natsuko’s eyes with how brightly it’s lit, and she has to squint to read the store’s name. “Seven… Eleven?”

Nothing seems particularly peculiar about this store, but both Natsuko’s nose and instincts are going into heightened alert. The demon must be somewhere close by, if not here, right under her nose. Carefully, Natsuko rests her hand on the hilt of her blade as she begins to make a wide sweep of the area.

As hard as she tries to focus, however, part of her mind is constantly distracted by the Kyoujurou and Natsuko she’d seen earlier. They’d seemed so familiar with each other, so sweet — Natsuko couldn’t even imagine the thought of holding Kyoujurou-san’s hand so familiarly like that. Did that Kyoujurou buy his Natsuko flowers, just as Kyoujurou-san had once said that he would do for his future wife? Did he snore at night too when he slept? Did he still shout umai with each bite of food, and did he feed that Natsuko bites of food like Kyoujurou-san used to do for Senjurou?

Natsuko bites back a not quite smile as she edges nearer towards the bushes. She can’t imagine Kyoujurou-san doing that for anyone else aside from family, not even with Kanroji-san. Or…

It stings, when Natsuko realises that maybe she could have, and would have known if only the two of them had decided to be honest with each other from the start, instead of waiting around like a pair of optimistic fools…

Regret aches, like a slow, throbbing bruise.

“Help!”

The sudden cry cuts through Natsuko’s thoughts like ice cold water, and she’s running full speed towards the commotion in an instant, flying over the vegetation and park benches in her way. The demon’s scent only gets stronger with every step she takes, but there’s another strange feeling rising up in her that she can’t quite place her finger on. Pushing it aside, she leaps through the final line of trees and draws her sword. “Ice Breathing, First Form!”

The demon is just fast enough to dodge her slash, the tip of her sword leaving a shallow cut along its shoulder as it spins out of the way. Switching her grip, Natsuko doesn’t give it a second to recover, pressing it back with attacks until it’s forced to leap a short distance, teeth bared in a frustrated snarl. She can hear the beginning of a growl at the back of its throat.

Planting herself firmly between the demon and its would-be victim, Natsuko holds up her sword in a defensive stance. “Are you alright…” she begins to ask, but trails off when she realises that it’s her own face that’s looking back at her. “Natsu…” Calling her own name aloud feels weirder than she’d thought it’d be, and she aborts that attempt immediately. “... Nakamura-san?”

“I’m alright!” Even their voices sound so alike. It sends a shiver down Natsuko’s spine. Trying not to think about it, Natsuko turns her attention back to the demon in front of her. “Just stay there and don’t move. I’ll deal with the demon in a moment.”

“Wait!” The demon interrupts. From how the cut on its shoulder isn’t healing, the demon must be severely depleted already from their chase. It seems that both Natsuko and the demon know that this isn’t a fight that it can win. “I have a proposition!”

Natsuko raises her sword. “Not interested.”

“You can stay in this world! If you don’t kill me, you can continue to stay in this world for the rest of your life!” The demon blurts out as Natsuko steps towards it, killing intent burning in her blue eyes. “You can continue to stay here, with that man!”

At that, Natsu’s blade stills. Seeing her reaction, the demon hastens to explain. “If you kill me now, my blood demon art will dissipate the second the sun rises and you’ll be sent back to your original time. But if you let me live… I could keep this up indefinitely. You could remain here forever!”

When Natsuko doesn’t respond, the demon continues, increasingly desperate. “The one that you met is the reincarnation of the Flame Pillar, right? He’s dead in your time, but if you remain here, you could live in a time where he’s still alive! You could—”

“Will you continue to eat humans?” The demon’s spiel is interrupted by Natsuko, and it stares at her for a moment.

“Well, to keep up the blood demon art, of course I would have to replenish my strength. I—”

It never gets to finish its sentence, because in the next second Natsuko’s blade has severed its head cleanly from its neck. Stunned, the demon blinks a few times when its head rolls next to its feet on the ground, before it lets out a piercing scream and dissolves into ashes.

“And that,” Natsuko mutters under her breath, “is enough answer for me.”

Turning away from the crumbling body on the ground, Natsuko sheathes her blade… and is instantly bombarded by a hundred questions by her own self.

“That was really amazing! You’re crazy fast, woah!” The other Natsuko… well, Nakamura-san gushes with stars in her eyes. “How did you move so quickly? You must be even faster than Usain Bolt! And that sword! Is it really made out of steel? You cut its head off so easily!”

“U-Usah… In… Bolto?” Natsuko repeats, confused by the foreign word. At that, Nakamura-san merely laughs. Now that they’re able to stand face to face like this, Natsuko can see the more mature curve of her jaw, and how her cheeks have lost most of their youthful plumpness. She wonders if that’s how she would look in a few years as well.

The way she acts, however, reminds her of the person she used to be just a few months ago. Back when things were easier, when even the simple act of lighting a fire or eating sweet potatoes didn’t bring an ache to her heart.

“I don’t know how I can possibly thank you…” Nakamura-san continues, and as if listening in on their conversation, Natsuko’s stomach suddenly grumbles. A faint pink embeds itself on Natsuko’s cheeks.

At that, Nakamura-san laughs, and takes her hand. “Right, I think I know just how to repay you now!”

That’s how the two of them end up sitting at a high table in Seven Eleven less than ten minutes later, a few packets of steaming ‘instant food’ between them. Nakamura-san had attempted to explain to her the intricacies of the modern microwave, but the second she had started talking about… something that had sounded like ‘electromagnetic waves’, Natsuko had promptly lost her. Still, the food is warm and smells delicious, so Natsuko tucks in rapidly after a quick ‘itadakimasu’.

Surprisingly, for food that had been freezing cold just minutes ago, it’s probably one of the most delicious things that Natsuko has eaten. Stunned, she looks up at Nakamura-san, who just laughs indulgently.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it? I bought my favourites — considering that you’re me, I thought that we’d have the same taste,” she pushes a wrapped onigiri over to her. “Oh, just wait till you try mochi ice cream.”

Natsuko’s eyes almost glow. “Mochi ice cream?”

“Yes! The greatest invention to mankind,” Nakamura-san nods seriously. “It’s cold, creamy, chewy… once you’ve had a bite, you’d never want to leave.”

At her words, Natsuko’s chopsticks go still in midair, before she sets them down slowly. “Well… it’d take less than that for me to want to stay.”

Nakamura-san looks at her with gentle eyes, and Natsuko finds that she can’t quite meet her gaze. “It was a hard choice, wasn’t it?” It’s… strange, seeing sympathy for herself on her own face. Natsuko looks out of the glass, where the clear surface is fogging slightly due to the cool air inside this ‘Seven Eleven’. With the white marring the glass, Natsuko can almost convince herself that this is her own time, where she belongs.

“Yeah,” she says, and her throat feels tight. “It was. You heard what the demon said, didn’t you? That Kyoujurou-san is dead in my time?”

Nakamura-san’s hand rests on her shoulder, giving her a comforting squeeze. “I did.”

“I thought that we had time, you know?” Natsuko whispers, fingers burying themselves in the hem of her haori. “That somehow, the demons would be defeated, and I could tell Kyoujurou-san how much I cared for him? The hardest part is that… we knew, both of us knew how we felt about each other, but we always thought that there would be another day, and another day after that… and then one day there just…” her voice breaks off as she shudders, “there just wasn’t, anymore.”

“You must have been in a lot of pain,” Nakamura-san says gently, and Natsuko almost wants to cry. Silly as it might sound, it’s almost like having an inner voice that understands all her pain. “You’ve been keeping this in for a very long time, haven’t you?”

Natsuko laughs bitterly. “Oyakata-sama — the master of our organisation — said that I would learn to handle the pain my own way as time passes. But it still…” her voice trembles, “every day seems so hopeless. There are nights where I just… realise that I don’t know what I would do, after we eliminate the demons from this world. Besides my hatred, there’s nothing keeping me going anymore. That’s why I… this time… I wanted to…” Natsuko is unable to say anymore, but Nakamura-san seems to get it.

That gentle, uncalloused hand rubs soothing circles into her back. “And yet you didn’t hesitate to kill that demon earlier,” Nakamura-san’s voice is soft. “Why?” Natsuko laughs, but it’s quiet, resigned.

“Because it’s what I have to do,” she replies immediately, and then pauses. “Because that’s not my Kyoujurou-san.”

No matter how much I want him to be.

The two of them sit in silence for a while, Nakamura-san’s hand still gently rubbing her back while Natsuko attempts to collect herself. With a deep breath, she reaches out for the sukiyaki donburi and continues to dig into it. She feels as though she’s reopened an old wound tonight, and her chest is raw and aching once more.

“Do you believe in reincarnation, Natsuko-chan?”

For the second time that night, Natsuko just stares at her older counterpart before putting down her chopsticks once again. “Well, I mean…” she gestures at Nakamura-san, who laughs. “There’s this.”

After a moment, Nakamura-san speaks, but what comes out of her mouth is completely unexpected.

“Kyoujurou snores in his sleep,” she tells Natsuko with a conspiratorial wink, as though she’s revealing a big secret. “And his cooking sometimes isn’t so good, but don’t tell him I said that. He eats far too much than should be humanly possible, and he’s surprisingly good at sumo wrestling. And he’s terribly off key when it comes to singing, and he’s such a history geek, and…” Natsuko almost has to look away, because Nakamura-san is practically radiant when she speaks about him. “And I… I just love him so much, you know?”

Natsuko knows, of course. She loves Kyoujurou, her Kyoujurou who laughs loudly at every bad thing and always breaks sweet potatoes in half to share with her, that much too.

“And to tell you the truth,” Nakamura-san smiles at her, just a little sadly. “I’ve been having dreams about this for a while already. About you. About a me in a strange haori who wields a sword and a world where demons exist. About a world where Kyoujurou is, well, dead.” Natsuko’s breath hitches, but Nakamura-san continues.

“I’d wake up crying every night. It seemed nonsensical at the time, but I couldn’t help calling Kyoujurou every time it happened, no matter how late it was. It felt so real, the fear. The feeling of losing him.” Nakamura-san’s eyes are soft now. “So the one time he came all the way to my apartment at three in the morning, driving all the way from the other side of town, mind you, I just… proposed to him on the spot.”

Natsuko stares.

“No ring, no fancy words, no kneeling,” Nakamura-san laughs, “And that big oaf started laughing and crying so hard he couldn’t answer me at all. And so, here we are.” She holds up her right hand, and Natsuko’s breath catches at the princess cut ruby sitting at the ring finger. “But anyway, the reason I’m telling you this is… I won’t make the same mistake, I promise.”

Natsuko is quiet for a moment, and Nakamura-san starts to ramble, a habit she herself has when she gets nervous. “I’ll take care of Kyoujurou well, and I’ll buy all the sweet potatoes he can eat. I’ll make sure to tie his tie for him every morning before he heads to school, and… I’ll make sure to tell him I love him every chance I have. So…”

Nakamura-san takes her hands, soft, unblemished skin against her swordsman’s hands. “In the future, you still have something to hope for. The future that you and that Kyoujurou-san of the past created for us, without demons… look forward to it, and live every day with hope, alright?”

Natsuko doesn’t reply, staring down at the hands holding her own. Then, after a long while, she smiles genuinely for the first time in a long while, and looks up at Nakamura-san.

“Say, do they have any strawberry flavoured mochi ice cream here?”

When she returns to her own time just a few hours later, Natsuko is just slightly disoriented to find herself in that dark alleyway once more, her eyes adjusting to the dim lights of this era. She’s still alone, and Kyoujurou-san still lies silent in his grave, but…

She can still taste the sweetness of the mochi ice cream in her mouth, can still remember the smile of Kyoujurou-sensei and the feeling of his hand on her head. Turning around, she moves to leave the alleyway behind her, a small smile lingering on her face.

And behind her, the same sun rises with a new dawn.

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luxthestrange · 3 months

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KNY Incorrect quotes#88 New Kink ACQUIRED!

Kyojuro mentoring new demon slayers...when he he spots you coming back from a mission, unfortunately, your uniform is in bad shape, and had to put...your backup one...the one with a short skirt

Kyo: Listen!!!, You have got to learn to keep your eyes on the... *catches sight of Your naked thighs as your skirt flutters with your movements* thighs... WAIT! I meant thighs, no, fuck, I don't mean 'thighs', I mean 'thighs', thighs, no!, I MEAN THIGHS, FUCK, THIGHS, PRIGHZE ON THE THEYES-

Uzui, smirking*Who was there to help him* Don't you mean prize, Rengoku?

Kyo, distracted: Y/n...

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muzanswaifu · 1 year

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Rengoku x Maid!Fem!Reader

18+

A/n: “My request is a fluff/smut Kyojuro x reader. The reader is a housekeeper for the Rengoku estate, she and Kyojuro have a secret relationship.”

Warnings: Smut, fluff, yandere themes, obsession, panty stealing, masturbation, cunnilingus, blowjobs, vaginal penetration, unsafe sex, creampies, secret relationship, sugar daddy kyo

Your relationship starts off so innocent

Master Rengoku is hardly around regardless, so not much happens initially anyway

You do as your told, clean the bedrooms, dust the doors, sweep the floor boards, life is simple in that you sleep, eat, and work in roughly the same schedule everyday

Your closeness with each other develops slowly, your first official meeting being the master calling for assistance in a nearby room as he’d spilt some cleaning solution, you’d apologized profusely, taking full blame for leaving the bottle out in the open, mentally hitting yourself for being so forgetful

He promptly tells your not to not to worry so much, it was his fault for being so clumsy, as a hashira he should know better

You go to bed that night feeling a bit embarrassed about the encounter and about being so damn awkward, you’d always thought he was kinda cute and handsome, despite only seeing him face to face for a total of 10 seconds

The next day you’re surprised to be called out to the garden, Rengoku wants to eat with you, although you oblige with some persuasion, you remind him of his fathers strict rules about the help slacking off, he tells you to relax, he’ll take full responsibility

When you ask why he wants you to eat with him, he tells you it because of what happened yesterday, he didn’t like how tense you were whike talking to him, wanted to reassure you that he in fact does not bite

Your nervously accept his “apology” and promise to not “be a stranger”

It only grows from there, the man insisting to accompany you everywhere you go when he visits, helping you with tasks that he’s humorously not very good at being from noble upbringing, its nice you’ll admit, but you’re horribly afraid of getting in trouble with his father

You’re especially panicked when you catch him in your room late, a scream nearly tearing out of you before you stop yourself, no need to draw more attention to this damning sight

He quickly apologizes, somewhat stuttering over himself as he excused his intrusion up to the need to find you, when you ask what he needs, he falls silent, eventually muttering out that he forgot and exits the room

Your confusion outweighs your frustration, only compounded in the following weeks of lingering touching and longing stares until it all leads up to the night your catch him touching himself in his room with a pair of your panties pressed to his face

You fall into a trance watching him through the creaked open door, your panties pressed deep against his nose while his hand works so fast that you can hardly see the entirety of his cock, only the blurry image of it, the sight has your thighs pressing together

When he finishes with a long groan, you break from your spell and attempt to step away until he calls with laughter from within the room that you can come in now

You hesistantly enter the room, eyes downcast as you realize he’s already gotten up and standing nude and proud before you

Its beyond embarrassing to be in the presence of the master's bare body but you try to grit through it as he explains to you his excitement of you finally coming to his side of the estate at this hour and that he was beginning to lose hope, you bit your tongue to stop yourself from admitting it was to use his fancy restroom he’d given you permission you to use a while ago, miraculously you didn’t even have to go anymore

When you do work up the nerve to ask him why he had your underwear he laughs delighted and admits they’ve been a great help to him at night to relieve stress, speaking of which...

You don't deny him when he asks you to lie with him, nor do you stop him from stripping you of your night clothes and setting you down onto his bed, one far more comfortable than your own you might add

Its hard to count how many ways you let him defile you that night, letting him shove his tongue into your mouth, kiss all over your body, bury his head between your legs, pierce his cock your guts, empty his sperm inside of you

you want to feel strong regret afterwards, anything to get punishment for what you’ve done, yet your feel none of it, instead overcome with the pure, unadulterated need for more, more of his company, his smile, his body, his mouth, his fingers, his tongue, his big, beautiful cock

Hell you wish it was harder to sneak around to get some alone time, but the effort proves to be rather unnecessary as the maids avoid his side of the estate like the plague and its not like his father’s nosing around looking for anything suspicious, though there were a few times when senjuro had nearly stumbled into you about to do the deed

When he does have to leave for missions, he puts into order two rules, you are to give him at least 5 pairs of panties, used, and you mustn’t touch yourself, at all, he wants you completely desperate for when he returns, as desperate as he will be for you

When he does return from those long, tiring missions, he expects you to be ready for him, on his bed naked and spread for him to go at you for hours

Rengoku doesn’t have the stamina of a normal man, his own ability outweighing theirs in the thousands as he’s able to go round after round with a sinfully short break time

It all gets to a point where you’re hardly even working anymore, only dancing room to room with him so he can take his pick of conversing with you, eating with you, playing games with you, or fucking you, you can even tell based on his posture which option he’s looking for

While it can be at times overwhelming, you dont at all mind the sex as kyojuro is a most giving lover, taking care of your needs first and foremost before he even thinks about pleasing himself , “your pleasure is my reward” is what he always says

But there are times when you force him to allow you to take control, pushing him back on the bed, telling him to keep his hands to himself as you descend on his erection, kissing his veined flesh all over with sloppy, wet kisses before glucking at his cock as best you can

The one thing you don’t like about this whole arrangement (other than the stressful secrecy) is the payment, the man insisted he pay you for your troubles, “triple what my father pays you” he said, you’re sure he doesn’t mean to, but his money makes you feel bad, like your some gold digging whore girl who extorts money from her sugar daddy, so you save all the money that he gives you, every cent, so that if things ever go south, you can give it all back to him

Because despite how…. sexually based your relationship is, you really do care for him

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tengensbunny · 1 year

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𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬; 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 [𝟏/𝟑]

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ➩ 𝐀 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧, 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐮, 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧. (𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐢 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠)

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ➩𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐧! 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐠. 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚, 𝐭. 𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐢, 𝐬. 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐤. 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ➩𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 || 𝟏𝟖+

➩ 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

“Hey lets stop here for a second and get some drinks.” Uzui announces, throwing both arms around Kyojurou’s and Sanemi’s shoulders, leading them towards the direction of the red light district. “You coming along Tomioka?” he asks, looking back at the male who was just idly standing around.

Although his expression stayed neutral, he was happy Uzui invited him along as well.

Giyuu simply watched as Sanemi tried to get Uzui’s arm off of him while Kyojurou merely laughed.

“I thought you said we were going to get a drink? Why are we going to a brothel?” Sanemi’s brows furrowed as Uzui slid open the shoji.

“Loosen up Sanemi, a drink always tastes better with a show.” Uzui chuckles.

“I’m not going into a damn brothel!” Sanemi snaps, slapping the Sound Pillar’s arm off of him.

“Suit yourself,” Uzui hums, shrugging his shoulders, “Never thought I’d live to see the day where Tomioka was more fun than you.” he teased, knowing it would surely egg the Wind Hashira on, “Come on boys lets go.”

Uzui could see feel Sanemi’s blood boil from his comment -he imagined the bright red tic mark appearing on his forehead.

“Like hell that bastard is more fun than me.” Sanemi grumbles, following the three inside.

“My what a pleasant surprise,” the hostess greeted, “It’s nice to see you again Tengen-sama. You even brought friends this time.”

Uzui flashes the woman a flirtatious grin before wrapping his arm around her. “I know its short notice, but is there any chance [f/n] is available today?”

The hostess blushed at the close proximity and clumsily tucks a piece of hair behind her ear to avoid getting lost in his eyes.

“I-Im sure that can be arranged. [f/n]’s room is at the end of the hall.”

“Thanks doll,” Uzui smiles before gesturing for the other Pillars to follow, “Come on boys, we’ve got a busy day ahead of us.”

A low whistle leaves Uzui’s lips as he slides the door open.

His beloved [f/n] was in the middle of getting dressed. His ruby red eyes focused on the way her sheer black garter socks slid up her smooth legs - pairing nicely with the lacey black lingerie set that was already clinging tightly onto her figure.

“It’s like you knew I was coming today.” he smirked, leaning against the door frame, purposely blocking the view of the three Hashira’s behind him.

The soft curves of her lips curved upwards into a knowing smile, “You’re always coming back for more.” she hummed, reaching to the side for her favorite silk robe -one that Tengen had purchased for her.

“Feeling shy today beautiful? What's the point in putting that on when you know I'm seconds away from ripping it off.”

[f/n] smiled, sighing blissfully at the thought of Tengen ripping the robe of her body, peppering her skin with soft kisses before he left his mark all over her -man handling her body the way he knew she liked it. “I don’t want to spoil the surprise for your friends.” she hummed, whilst crossing her legs, leaning forward to rest her chin in the palm of her hand as she propped her elbow up on top of her knee.

Uzui chuckled darkly at the look of longing and lust behind her [e/c] eyes, “Indeed I did.” he responded, licking his lips before moving to the side so that the three behind him could finally get a glimpse of his [h/c] goddess.

Whatever snarky comment was about to leave Sanemi’s lips disappeared once he laid eyes on the girl.

She had long full lashes that fluttered every time she blinked, giving off a sultry vibe, complimented by her plump [l/c] lips that just seemed to further accentuate her features.

What attracted Sanemi the most was the innocent expression she bore. She reminded him of a cute little nymphet waiting to be tainted. But he knew it was all an act, he could see the devious glint hiding behind her innocent eyes -she could easily take control of the 3 of them if she wanted to.

“That’s a nice expression you’re making there Sanemi.” Uzui smirked as he caught the male mentally undressing his beloved [f/n] with his eyes.

“Shut up.” he spat, heat rushing to his cheeks in embarrassment. The Wind Pillar felt flustered that he was found out so easily by the white haired male.

Kyojurou turned to the side, in order to avoid Uzui’s teasing eyes as he tried to discretely wipe the drool that had accumulated on the corner of his lips.

Uzui looked at Giyuu next, trying his best to stifle his laughter at the Water Pillar’s flustered expression and hard on.

“Excited already Tomioka? She hasn’t even done anything yet.”

Giyuu could feel his face flush at the Sound Pillar’s words, yet he couldn’t tear his gaze off the girl.

He visibly gulped once she got up and started making her way towards him. His blue eyes following the sway of her hips along with everyone else’s.

She stopped in front of the male, reaching up to caress the side of his face. She slowly brought him down for a kiss, only to dodge at the last second, dragging her lips across his jawline, stopping at the base of his ear.

“Eager now aren’t we?” she whispered, giggling as she felt the male shiver.

“You know the rules doll, me first.”

A small gasp left her lips as she was suddenly pulled into the Sound Pillar’s chest. One of his hands rested on the curve of her hip while the other tilted her chin upwards so that she was looking up at him.

“Can they watch?” she asked, fluttering her eyes at the male -causing Uzui to groan at the innocent look she was giving him.

“Whatever you want doll.” the raspy tone to his voice made her pussy quiver in delight, her body melting into his touch at the feeling of his hand sliding down her hip towards her ass, giving it a playful squeeze.

“You can’t just introduce her to us and then just expect us to sit back and watch you have a good time.” Sanemi blurts out -cock throbbing from the lack of attention.

“Y-yeah, where’s the fun in that?” Rengoku joins in, licking his lips in anticipation, while Giyuu nods feverishly in agreement.

“Relax boys,” Uzui chuckles, taking [f/n] by the hand, leading her towards the bed. Taking a seat on the edge the Sound Hashira sat the girl in between his legs. “You’ll all get your turn once I finish prepping our beautiful oiran, but until then, I suggest you sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.”

The three stood frozen as Uzui slid the robe of [f/n]’s shoulders, revealing the lingerie set they missed earlier. None of them could understand if their heartbeat had started to beat faster or completely stop -their gazes completely focused on the beautiful girl before them.

Motioning for the girl to rest her body back against his chest, she propped her legs on top of his, spreading them open.

Sanemi sucked in his breath at the sight of her cleanly shaved pussy. The thin material of her panties barely covering a thing, giving him the perfect view.

“Let’s make it a game, the first one to touch themselves loses.” Uzui announces, clearly amused by each Hashira’s reaction to [f/n]’s body, “Loser fucks [f/n] last.” he continued, gently caressing the girl’s body -sliding his hands up to grope her breasts before moving them down towards her hips, fingers latching onto the clips of her garter belt to unhook the elastic bands that bound the silk lace of her panties to her socks.

Giyuu coughed, choking on his saliva as he watched Uzui’s fingers slide the small black cloth down her hips, all the way down her legs before he flung the useless article of clothing towards his spectators. The piece of cloth landing right before the Wind Hashira, the glistening sight of her dampened panties making the head of his cock ooze with precum.

Unsure what to do about his erection, Giyuu squirmed uncomfortably -trying to resist the urge to free his stiff cock from his trousers to stroke it and ease his lust. His hands slowly balled up at his sides at the sight of Uzui’s fingers spreading her labia -teasing her clit with his finger as he brushed past it to prod her entrance, his middle finger disappearing into her soaking cunt. The squelching sound making each Hashira’s cock twitch against their trousers.

Kyojurou sat down, crossing his legs in attempts of relieving his arousal. His cock painfully throbbed, at the small mewls that left her lips as Uzui continued to finger her. He was already starting to imagine what her pretty plump lips would look like, wrapped around his cock.

[f/n] squirmed in Tengen’s grip as he kneaded one of her breasts in his hand, while two of his fingers were already buried knuckles deep inside her aching cunt. Every time he thrusted his fingers in and out, he’d curve them perfectly to rub against her sweet spot, causing her walls to clench down tightly on his fingers.

His digits expertly rubbing against each crevice of her pussy -twisting and curling with ease, just as if he’s done it before. Which he has, multiple times in fact.

He lightly sucked at her neck, making sure to pay extra attention to the places he knew she loved it the most - marking the area with countless hickeys.

“Don’t hold back baby girl,” he murmurs against her bare skin, eliciting a pleasurable shiver to run up an down her spine, “Let them hear how good you feel.”

Using the hand that was kneading her breast, he skillfully unclasps the bra off her chest in a single motion, revealing her beautiful mounds. His fingers immediately latching onto her erect nipples -rolling the the perky bud in between his fingers. Soft whimpers escaping her lips at the attention he was giving her sensitive buds.

Tengen was a master at being able to stimulate multiple parts of her body at the same time. Soft moans filling the room at the feeling of his thumb rubbing circles on her clit, while his fingers continued to thrust in and out of her.

Tengen smirked as he looked up at his fellow Pillars that were struggling not to touch themselves. Their fists clenched tightly at their sides -knuckles turning white from the pressure.

“Look at them when you cum.” He ordered once he felt her orgasm approaching, her walls spasming uncontrollably while her toes started to curl. The [h/c] girl struggled to keep still in his old, back arching from the pleasure. Speeding up his movements, Tengen watched as she struggled to keep her eyes open. A look of satisfaction present on his features at the incoherent words that spilled from her lips.

[f/n] felt her body tingle in delight, from her head to her toes - a wave of euphoria washing over her as she finally let her body succumb to the pleasure.

“What a good girl.” Tengen praised, pressing a tender kiss against the girl’s lips.

The three Hashira’s groaned in union at the sticky substance that coated her inner thighs -their eyes burning with desire. The corner of the Sound Hashira’s lips curved upwards into a cocky smirk, the sparkle behind his eyes made it seemed as if he was gloating. which he was.

“Can we have a turn now?” Sanemi barked, his hands gripping his thighs. Judging by the tent in his pants, his arousal was starting to look painful.

Wanting to tease them just a little bit more, Tengen raised his hand towards the girl’s lips, their heart stopping at the way her mouth opened to take in Tengen’s fingers -her tongue sloppily cleaning up the mess she made on his thick digits.

“Not yet.” Uzui smiled, pulling his fingers out of the [f/n]’s mouth with a plop. Readjusting the girl on his lap, he moved to unbuckle his pants so that he could relieve the painful throb of his own erection.

Sanemi bit his lip and didn’t say a word, not wanting to prolong his wait any longer.

Positioning the head of his cock at her entrance, he slowly lowered the girl down, impaling her onto his cock.

He groaned at the way her ribbed walls spasmed around his girth, her body squirming with each inch he gave her.

“Fuck I can’t.” Sanemi muttered, palming his arousal through his trousers. The Wind Pillar had never been so hard in his life.

Rengoku and Giyuu both followed, palming their erections as they watched Uzui begin to bounce the girl up and down on his cock.

Her eyes rolling to the back of her head at the way his fat cock rubbed against every inch of her pussy -his girth stretching her out in the best way possible. A series of moans left her lips while quiet grunts left Tengen’s, his brows furrowing in concentration.

Tengen’s actions were precise, he knew exactly how to make [f/n] feel so much pleasure that it would literally drive her insane -rhythmically bouncing the girl up and down on his cock whilst he thrusted his hips up to meet her half way.

“Tengen-sama!” she whines, feeling the familiar pit form in her stomach as the head of his cock continues to abuse her cervix -the deep penetration making her delirious from all the pleasure. Her hands weakly latch onto Tengen’s strong arms in a desperate attempt to keep her sanity.

“Cu-cuming” she gasps, barely managing to get the word out of her mouth. “Just let it out.” he cooes, readjusting his position so his feet were planted even firmer into the ground to get better leverage.

Chasing after his own orgasm, Tengen changes the pace of his thrusts so that the crevices of her tight cunt spasm around the head of his cock, his grunts becoming louder at the way her walls violently clenched down around his cock.

His thrusts becoming sloppy once he had finally orgasmed, his cock crying out in relief as the hot spurts of his cum were finally released -shooting deep inside her.

“W-wait I can’t” she squeals, moving one of her hands to grip his wrists to stop him from massaging her clit -his forehead resting on the curve of his shoulder as he tried to milk out both their orgasms.

“Yes you can,” he coaxes, continuing to rub messy circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

The three spectators were well beyond palming their cocks through their trouser at this point. Tengen hadn’t noticed when the three males had freed their erections from their confinements, but he watched in amusement at the desperate and sloppy strokes they gave their cocks -pace quickening at the sight of her toes curling and back arching from the pleasure yet again.

His eyes zeroing in on the lacy black panties that were wrapped around Sanemi’s cock -the Wind Hashira was quick to pick up the lacey material and use it for additional friction, enjoying the way the soft cotton stimulated the tip of his dick.

Before he could say anything about it, he was interrupted by the familiar feeling of her cunt clamping tightly around his cock, her body going limp in his arms as she came for the 3rd time, an overwhelming amount of pleasure washing over her as she felt a gush of liquid shoot out from in between her legs. she had squirted.

That sight of her squirting everywhere was enough to send all 3 spectators over the edge, emptying their loads onto the hardwood floor, Sanemi releasing into the girl’s lacey panties -his own semen drenching his hand as the piece of fabric wasn’t enough to soak it all up.

Despite their orgasm, their cocks were still stiff and hard as if one orgasm wasn’t enough -their balls still swollen with cum, aching to be let out.

“Alright boys, she’s all yours.”

i decided to edit the original pillar shenanigans fic since my writing style has definitely evolved since then (:

hope you guys enjoyed it! (if you would like to read the original version with all my shitter grammar and etc to see how different it is you can find it on AO3 under tengens_bunny! i changed some of the plot as well and added some more details)

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lotus-n-l0ve · 9 months

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𝐈 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

— Kyojuro Rengoku x Oiran!Reader

SYNOPSIS : Falling in love is a sin that you didn't want to commit but when he is Kyojuro Rengoku, what can you do?

WARNINGS : Historical au, prostitution, Tengen is not married, mention of sex, cursing, open ending, a little angst, 0.6k words.

LOTUS'S NOTE : I was reading a lot of Rengoku smut today and just couldn't stop myself but write this fic. The fic title is from the song 'Seven' by Jeon Jungkook. I'm so bad at writing notes. Reposting this for the seventeenth time and I am not exaggerating (⁠٥⁠↼⁠_⁠↼⁠).

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 // 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Falling in love was the worst sin you could have committed. Oirans were not allowed to fall in love, in fact they were not allowed to have any kind of feelings. They sell their body and that's their business. Having any kind of emotions other than hunger for money is an inconvenience. But you dared to commit the painful crime. You fell in love, that too with a customer and how could you not?

Between the mass of beautiful women and men, your eyes fell on a pair of blazing ones. He was easy to spot. Where everyone else was having fun, choosing who to disappear with, he looked like a lost soul there. Anyone who takes a look at him could tell that it was his first time and had no prior experience.

However the tall, white haired man beside him seemed to be a pro. How he talked to everyone, his attitude, his confidence was enough proof. The blazing eyes, as if feeling your stare, turned in your direction and fell on your sitting form. The eye contact raised a different kind of emotion in your heart. What is this feeling?

The man beside him followed his eyes' direction and saw you. With an encouraging and proud grin, the white haired man nudged him your way. And that's how it all started. "Kyojuro Rengoku" that's what he introduced himself as, with a smile that can give a competition to the sun.

As the night went deep, you escorted the man to your personal bedroom. Not to be cliche but he was different from the other men you had entertained before. One after another article of clothing came off, exposing yourself to each other.

Even if all you did was, as usual, have sex, his touch didn't make you feel dirty. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful woman to ever exist. His warm and rough hand traced every line on your body with passion while yours marked his back with scratches. His lips colour you in the most alluring colour. In the end you were so dazed that at the end you fell into slumber without any fight.

The next morning you woke up with a clean body, instead of the usual sticky one, tucked safely under the warm duvet. A note filled out with neat cursive words spelling the most beautiful words anyone had ever said. At the end he wrote, 'See you soon, till the goodbye.' beside it was a cartoon-ish drawing of a crow.

You burst out in laughter. Who writes this kind of things to an oiran? He said see you soon. Does that mean he will come again?

From that morning all you could think about was Rengoku. From the loud cheers of children outside to the orange hue of sunset, everything reminded you of him. You had entertained many customers after that day but everytime you unconsciously tried to find the Hashira in them.

He returned two weeks later, this time without that tall friend. The events repeated again. You escorted him to your room, helped each other out of the clothes and got lost in each other. This time, unlike the previous one, you were desperate to feel him against you, for him to make you feel like you are not worthless.

These events repeated again and again, and each time you were more eager to see the flame hashira. His visits were not constant. Sometimes he would come twice a week and sometimes he would disappear for months. Nights that you spent fucking turned into sharing about your days and passionate love making.

Even before you knew it you were in love. In love with the flame hashira. But it was not a luxury that you could afford. You were an oiran, a sex worker, a whore and on the other hand he was a well respected and well loved hashira, everyone's hero.

All the rights and credits of the characters, gifs, songs and pictures used here belongs to their rightful owners.

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mrskokushibo · 5 months

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I'm in my busy active stage of ADHD. Hence, writing is happening again. Once I'm done with the hard Dom Kokushibo smut (publishing date around 30th November) I will be moving on to a bisexual threesome between Kyoujuro, Tengen and female reader.

The whole trio will be bi, so there will be some delicious Kyo on Tengen action. Inspiration? The unhealthy amount of gay and bi adult content I have been consuming lately 😳 😉

Images: Pinterest

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 5 months

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Hi I Loved The Request Where Yandere Hashiras Are Rejected By Their Male S/O After Being Kissed.

Then Might Do A Part 2 Where The S/O Ends Up Craving Their Kiss.

Craving Their Kiss w/ Male Reader | Yandere Demon Slayer

They’ve done something. Something devious, to have you craving their love and attention on a physical level. What have they done? Well that varies on the Hashira. No matter who they’ve dangerously crafted a way to keep you running back to them:

Uzui Tengen

Definitely has an underhanded way that makes you addicted

Last resort is actual interference in your life

Literally ruining, burning, completely wrecking everything around you when you’re not around him

If you don’t make the connection your subconcious will

And that works just fine with him

Rengoku Kyojuro

Is so so so persistent

Smiling like you didn’t curse his whole bloodline the other day

But persistence is key

How can you say no when he so earnestly professing every hour of every day

Shinobu Kocho

Everytime you’re not with her you’re just not like yourself

You’re irritable, paranoid, agitated

You’re just not the same

But somehow when you’re touching Kocho you’re your good ol’ self again

Must be the love the drugs in your system

Giyuu Tomioka

What’s changed?

He couldn’t tell you

Perhaps his blunt confession, obvious stalking have finally gotten to you

Or maybe you just fell in love with the freezing he does when you reciprocate

Obanai Iguro

There’s a cool effect when it comes to loving monsters isn’t there

There’s also a cool effect with a special select few when it comes to a snake’s venom

Who knows maybe being paralyzed and foaming at the mouth has you looking at life with a new lens

Mitsuri Kanroji

She’s the love hashira, its only a matter of time before you’re craving her

Of course her tremendous strength has nothing and everything to do with it

You’re not threatened or anxious about your affection

Especially not when she protects you

Just hope the threats aren’t you’re loved ones

Gyomei Himejima

Can you believe he’s never loved anyone like this before

He’s been so devoted to his craft he’s never felt any kind of love like the one he has for you

You’ll help the stone hashira right?

For the sake of defeating Muzan right?

Sanemi Shinagazawa

You’ve fallen for this angry beast?

Its only natural you see past his spiny exterior and love him for who he is

Its best to just go with him

he can so easily target useless distractions

Its best to love him unconditionally

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misslili265 · 2 years

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Tomioka it's like "I'm gonna poke u 2"

#demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #uzui x reader #demon slayer #kyojuro x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #gyomei x reader #uzui tengen #rengoku kyojuro #kyojurou #giyuu #tomioka giyuu #obanai x reader #shinobu kochou #demon slayer tanjiro #tanjiro fanart

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dollwrites · 1 year

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 — 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!consort!reader, oral sex ( f ), overstimulation, squirting, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ∣ scream by adelitas way

there was so much pressure.

an elastic stretched too far, and ready to snap.

a bubble blown too wide, about to pop.

you felt like you were going to explode.

and still, he wasn’t stopping.

and you knew, deep down, you didn’t want him to, but you didn’t know how much more your body could take before it gave out all together.

“K—Kyojuro—!” you cry, clamping your thighs tighter against his ears. it didn’t seem to matter how hard you squeezed, he wasn’t going to move, and you had nowhere to go. your legs were made of jelly, so climbing off of him would’ve been impossible. “I don’t know if I can cum again…” but his tongue was merciless in it’s lapping at your sensitive core, and no matter how you tried to shift, you were destined to rub yourself into his face. pressing your palms against his shoulders, you try to ease up, hover above him. “Too… too much…”

“Already?” Rengoku smiles wide against the slickness of your skin, breathing against it in hot, quick puffs.

you nod, pushing your lower lip out in a childish pout and batting your lashes.

“Even the puppy dog eyes, eh? Poor thing, you must be really sensitive.” before he grips both of your thighs, pulling you back down flush against his face. the abruptness and strength behind his movements clued you in — he wasn’t about to let you give up. the sharp dip of his nose bridge grinds into your throbbing clit. “I’m sorry, pretty girl, but your soft pussy just tastes so much sweeter when it’s swollen and tender. So let’s not hold back, hm? Let me see you scream for me once more.” he demanded, baritone thick with lust and slurred against your cunt.

you can’t even begin to argue with that. your nails bite at the broad, heavily muscled shoulders and your back arches, rubbing yourself against him, riding his face even though every nerve in your sex was kicked into overdrive. you were panting, grinding your teeth, the knots tied in your guts pulling taut as your next climax quickly approaches, and your eyes widen in surprise— crying out as if in complete shock: “Cumming… I’m cumming again!” it was incredible to you that it was even possible. your limits had been thoroughly tested during your time with the Hashira, sure, but never to this extent. you’d cum so many times already that you’d lost count, and somehow— somehow, Rengoku was able to pull another one from your spent frame.

Kyojuro laughed. it was a booming, hearty laugh, and he smacks his lips, glossy with your essence, fiery eyes flickering up the length of your sweat-sheen torso to meet your gaze. you had to dip your chin into your chest to hold the eye contact, biting down on your lip, but it didn’t stop the moan that escaped your lips. just seeing him like this, the powerful Flame Hashira, a walking, breathing legend, with his face buried between your thighs and his face shiny with your juices, was enough to send you into a tizzy. one hand frees itself from your supple thigh and the thumb pad glides over your clit, eliciting a tremble. “Not yet… just a little more…”

one of your hands flies to clamp a fist around his wrist, starting to shake your head. the very touch of the rough pad against your swollen clit has you jerking atop him, but you’re too swept up in the whirlwind of torturous euphoria to make a sound, and tell him that you can’t take it.

this one was, by far, the most intense climax you’d ever experienced, and you were helpless, unable to stop it, unable to ease that pressure that just kept building.

“I might just break you with this one.” he purrs, thoughtful as he watches you thrash, but he’s grinning, ear to ear, tongue hanging out so you grind your tender core against his tastebuds while you squirm, which only heightens every electric sensation shooting through you. you squeezed his wrist, but he only chuckles and flips his wrist, turning his hand over to take yours and give it a firm grip— fingers interlacing with yours. his other arm hooked over your thigh, holding you down against his tongue but freeing his fist to rub your clit with this one instead. “Go on, pretty girl, show me.”

“Kyojuro!” you mewled, over and over, until your throat was hoarse from screaming for him, and your body was quivering, “I’m going to burst, it’s so much!”

in a way, you did.

that bubble popped.

the elastic snapped.

and you lost what little resolve, what little control of yourself, was left.

you’d never cum like that before. you were screaming his name, at the top of your lungs, and squeezing his hand, whole body spasming, shaking, and to your absolute disbelief— you erupt like a geyser. a weak cry from your slack lips is all the warning Rengoku gets before you gush, soaking his face.

humiliated, you long desperately to apologize, but before you could find the words, he dives in, relishing the shower, licking fat stripes between your nether lips and teasing your clenching hole until you’re whimpering, sagging backwards. if it wasn’t for his grip on your hand, you would’ve collapsed completely, but you were certainly limp, head dropped back, staring at the opposite wall with a hazy eyeline and panting. “O—oh, my god… Kyojuro!”

once he’s had his fill and left you quivering, too weak to sit up, he shifts under you, allowing you room to crumble on your back on the bed, snapping your trembling knees closed. you could feel the dampness from sweat and cum against the sheets, and your cheeks were hot with a blush. you’d have to go wash them in the lake before you could sleep. craning your neck, you watch Rengoku sit up on his knees, and you notice just how hard his cock is. it’s engorged and red-tipped, begging to be tended to, and pointing towards his rippling abdomen. you take one look at it, and then another at his face— droplets of your release raining down on to his heaving chest, clinging to his temple, wetting his hair, and you bite down, harshly, on your lower tier, and force your legs to spread apart, again. it wasn’t the most elegant of poses, your shaking thighs sore and splayed open, exposing your much too sensitive cunt to him again.

“I want—“ your chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, and you could hardly find the words. your body didn’t want you to say them. your body wanted you to beg for time to recuperate. “I want to do that again…”

his blazing gems house two blown out pupils, and they zero in on your treasure, offered to him, even though every muscle jumped under your skin. he smiles, leaning over you to fit right into the gap provided, and ran his fingertips over your quivering core in butterfly strokes, lips whisking across yours. “Now I’ve spoiled you, have I? You’ll beg me to drink from your sweet fountain until you can’t even form words?”

you nod, whimpering. his touch was a raging wildfire over your intumescent sex, but now you needed to see just how much more you could give him.

#Rengoku #rengoku x you #rengoku x reader #Rengoku smut #kyojurou #demon slayer kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku x reader #kyojuro imagine #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x you #demon slayer smut #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer

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angelic-dew · 10 months

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Hi!! I don't mean to be a bother, but could I possibly request rengoku and tengen (without wives and separately done!) smut hcs please? I understand if you don't do it! stay healthy 🤍

# smut headcannons !

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 💌 ୧・author's note :: sure anon! I hope these are okay, I'm not the best smut writer qnq also! sorry for the huge delay, I've been lacking motivation lately. when I get tengen's part done, I'll update it here!

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🍫 ୧・pairing :: Uzui T. x afab reader [not completed yet.] ⁞⁞ Kyojuro R. x afab reader — {you/your pronouns | separately done}

✧༉‧₊˚୨ ✖ ୧・trigger warnings :: mentions of female and male genitals. dirty talk. daddy kink. praise kink. size kink. biting. hickeys. slight mentions of rough sex. semi-public sex. fingering. raw dogging. spanking. ⁞⁞ 18+ content, children dni please. proofread.

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔.

꒰🔥꒱. I see Rengoku being into praising his precious lover in bed {consciously and subconsciously he does it}, he is a cinnamon roll after all, and a total sweetheart as a whole. Our beloved Umai King would also be extremely cautious with what he says; always taking into consideration your every action and signals with how you're feeling in bed. This time is precious to him and he takes it very seriously, always muttering phrases and short words of adoration and encouragement for your full enjoyment. Whispering ever so softly in your ear, always singing your praises to his heart's content.

꒰🔥꒱. Back in the Era Demon Slayer does take place in {1912-1926 || Taisho Era}, condoms did in fact exist, however, I believe Kyojuro prefers to go in fully raw for maximum pleasure as your walls tighten around him. That can translate to him wanting to prepare you a bit to take his entire length properly and with ease. He takes pride in prepping you, taking his time and lubing his fingers with some oil to make the process much easier.

꒰🔥꒱. He begins slow and gentle, soft to the touch; always treating you like some sort of dainty, delicate piece of porcelain throughout the process. Checking up on you at every moment as lewd cries of contentment escape from underneath your lips.

꒰🔥꒱. The flame Hashira does have a somewhat "rowdy" side to him. The thought of being able to do the deed with someone he loves ever so much really gets the blood flowing, to certain areas of course. So even though he's such a gentle sweetheart, he can still be rough in some subtle ways at times.

꒰🔥꒱. These can include bite marks along your body — hickeys and even light bruises peppering your breasts and neck; a few sprinkled along your collarbone area as well, as a finishing touch. It depends on what exactly is being done, but, he does tend to leave a few playful bite marks along your inner thigh area while giving you oral.

꒰🔥꒱. Because, let's face it, you know he's eating you out like there is no tomorrow. Rengoku is the Umai King after all, it's no surprise he can take that same talent of eating sweet potatoes and do the same to you, instead this time, he's eating out something that's definitely better than any food. He would ultimately prefer to give oral rather than receive, your needs come before his, always!

꒰🔥꒱. Rengoku is definitely an ass guy, don't try changing my mind. I see him loving to hold it within his palms gently, something about it just feels so enthralling that he can't even begin to come to his correct senses when he sees you in doggy style. That alone will make him pounce on you with little to no hesitation. Regardless of the size as well, he doesn't really care how big it is, once there's enough for him to grip and drool over as he pleases, it'll be a true treasure.

꒰🔥꒱. Kyojuro seems like the type to have a liking towards things smaller than him, so those rules will definitely apply to his lover as well. Especially if you're a bit shorter than the average person, bonus points to you right there, it only makes his size kink worsen each time. He simply adores the fact you're so tiny compared to him, yet so strong and able to take each, individual inch of his meaty cock every time; it makes him feel a sense of endearment per se. His little person's ability to feel all of him, honestly, makes him melt for you.

꒰🔥꒱. An alternative take on his size kink would also be a size kink, but you're bigger than him. He would have just as much adoration and love for you even if you were taller than him in just height alone. The cream of the crop that really gets him going has to be when he actually enters your warm hole. He practically dotes at the sight of your expressions as you tremble under his soft, loving touch. Despite your size difference, you're still extremely tight and sensitive to the touch — the Hashira is indeed fond of that.

꒰🔥꒱. He would most likely have a huge daddy kink as well. Of course, he wouldn't exactly mention it upfront, he would be a bit embarrassed to do so. I don't think he knows he has one until you call him it while he's ramming himself into one time. When you called him that, it almost made him feel a sense of power, but moreover, if he were to be frank, he could've felt himself get harder inside you from that word alone. Rengoku would definitely want you to say it more often; I firmly believe he would even imply it in his words as well while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

꒰🔥꒱. Sex position-wise, I see him having a preference for wanting to have a view of your angelic face while also being able to please you to the fullest, of course, there are a few exceptions like doggy style, but here's some in line with his preferred liking. So, mating press, missionary, cowgirl {reverse cowgirl at certain times}, g-whiz and the seashell, to name a few. Ideally, Kyojuro would like to do it in a place of privacy so he can focus on you and you primarily, always putting your needs first. However, if there ever came a time when you wanted him urgently, he wouldn't hesitate to take a risk. Whether that be behind a large building or a bathroom stall for a brief moment to have a quickie.

꒰🔥꒱. As I stated directly before, he has a particular fondness for ass, specifically yours, rather than anything else. So out of impulse he would spank you or leave slight bruising along your waistline as he holds onto you.

꒰🔥꒱. He doesn't spank you hard, it's usually a simple small slap, but from the moment you start asking/begging for more, just keep in mind, his normal sweet demeanour will change to something otherworldly; trust me, he will not hesitate to give you what you want by any means. Whether that being you want him to be rougher, harder or even leave more marks on you, he will make sure you're satisfied down to the last touch.

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eunoiaaaivy · 1 year

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Ok ok- angst demon slayer with Rengoku. HoW abOut a s/o that develops the same sickness as his mother while he's away on a mission and she tries to hide it and goes to shinobu and begs her to not tell him but then she gets extremely sick and Shinobu, without telling her, sends a letter to Rengoku. Cause at this point she's too weak to get up

(iM sOo sOrrY iM a suCkEr foR aNgSt)

-♡︎ YOU FOUND OUT MY SECRET, KYOJURO.

send me a wishlist!

-cw: angst, unknown illness, abuse, character death, not proofread, rushed.

rengoku x reader

a/n: i don't really know if this is sad but I hope you liked it!

"I'm sorry [name]-san, but you've developed this illness that I have no cure for yet." Shinobu said warily at you, eyeing the chart than you. Sadness could be seen in her eyes as she looked at you. You looked hopeless and motionless as you heard the news.

The ringing in your ears is the only thing you've heard. You knew this was coming. The hunch you had started when you coughed up blood one morning while Rengoku was making breakfast. The sadness flooding you and the dread filling your stomach made unwanted bile rise up in your throat. You didn't wanna leave him alone.

You don't wanna traumatize him again. He love you and you loves him dearly. To have an illness like his mother is a betrayal. You promised to stay with him till the end. You did.

What a cruel game you always have to play. As Shinobu looked at you with a deeper frown, she made a letter and sent it to Oyakata-sama. Those contents informing him what's your situation. As her crow flew away, she puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder but there was a sad frown on her face, eyes looking more sad. She couldn't lose you too.

You were a bit glad that Rengoku was away. You didn't wanna bear the sight of seeing him crying just because of you. Why? You felt useless. Utterly useless like what his father said.

"How are you a benefit to my son!? You're nothing but a hindrance to him! You can't even wield a sword properly! You weaklings won't ever be stronger! You guys are useless!" The head of the Rengoku estate was filled with shouting as you entered the premises. What a shame. You were being shouted by the Rengoku Shinjuro himself. That night was filled with Kyojuro reassuring you that you were enough for him and all that but you pretended everything.

What an utterly useless thing you really were. Faking it till you make it hurts. You never really made it but it is known to the hashiras and lower rank demon slayers that you never wanna go back to the estate. The fake smiles you give them were so pure and sweet to them that they missed loads of details.

The way you fiddled with your hands and the way you starved yourself and not eating food because of those thoughts consumed by you. The way those days ate you alive were something that made you wanna puke up the food you ate. You just wanted to drown yourself from thinking about it.

A little kid stumbled on the ground with a very very messy hair, like they've been ran over by a dozen of horses. An awfully big bruise can be noticed on the child's face as the suspect of the bruise threw more punches on them. Like as if it wasn't their child.

"you utterly useless child! you're the cause of your mother's death! because of you she had to suffer! she had to suffer from the pain because of you!" your father said. as if you weren't his child and as if you weren't already in so much pain. you could only do much but sob as your father threw more punches.

"oh look! it's them! the person who wasn't loved by their father!" a guy said, loud enough for you to hear as you walked by carrying a wooden basket on your back. your father passed away by the hands of a demon. and you couldn't do anything to save him. what a really useless child you were. as if he wasn't sacrificing you to the man-eating demon.

Cruelty was always in your side. You couldn't help the fact but be sad all over again as you realized this. You were just beginning to be happy. You were beginning to be loved. So why of all times does this has to happen?

"thank you Shinobu-chan for your help. I'm always grateful for you." You said to Shinobu as you faked a smile. And she returned it back to you. As you begin to stand up, you wobbled and as you finally begin to reach and open the door, you fell. Your feet and knees felt weak. Your calves felt as if they were so numb and sore. Your ankles felt like they were stabbed by nails.

"[name]-chan! Are you okay!?" Shinobu frantically shouted as she rushed to you with wide eyes. You reassured her with a I'm okay and tried to get up only to fall again.

"[name]-chan, please stop moving! you have wounds on your legs!" Shinobu shouted as she called her kakushis to help you to a room so that she could treat your wounds. After finishing up in cleaning your wounds she went out to check something out she said.

As Shinobu came out from your room, she pursed her lips into a thin line and went to her office. Seemingly taking out a paper and something to write with. After doing so and finishing the letter, she called out for her crow and sent the letter. She hope and prayed to God that the letter reaches him quickly.

As Kyojuro swiped the last demon of the horde, he noticed Shinobu's crow flying above as there was a letter attached to it's leg. Kyojuro wiped the sweat on his forehead and reached forward so that the crow of Shinobu would snoop down to his arm. Once the had done that, he scratched it's head as it perches on his arm. After awhile, he stopped and took the letter and he wasn't prepared for the contents inside.

Dear Kyojuro-san,

I am not pressuring you into finishing your mission quickly but I have to inform you of [name]-chan's condition. She has been ill for awhile and only now did it get worst. I've concluded and analyzed that her illness is like of what your mother has had. Just a few moments prior, she fell down on the floor and her feet hurts. Her skin is wounded with wounds from the wound and her skin is a bit pale. From my recent examination on her, her blood levels are low and she lacks iron. I've also found this chronic virus that I'm not sure off. Her organs are shutting down and her nutrients are low. She's been coughing out blood and her body has become weak. Please, as immediately as you're done with your mission, please visit the mansion immediately. She might not make it if you came late. Please keep safe too.

Sincerely, Shinobu.

His eyes are wide after he read the letter. Are you okay? Since were you sick? How does he not know? Did you know and you just did not tell him? Many questions were circling his mind as he went to the direction back to the headquarters. He didn't care if he was tired, he has to go to you. He ran and hopped on trees to get there immediately, with Shinobu's crow following behind.

As he arrived at the butterfly estate he immediately went to Shinobu's office and there she was shocked. After he asked where you were she redirected him to your room with pursed lips. He could sense that she too was sad. He knows that she see's you as her older sister.

As they saw your room he saw your face. You were a bit too pale and he could definitely sense that you're tired. You looked more worst than his mother ever was. You looked like you could die any minute and this illness was similar to his mother but more worst. This was eating you alive.

He could see your wide eyes as you look at him and then to Shinobu who only smiled sadly at you and he could see the sad smile you had too. Eyes wandering back to him, you faked a laugh, so fake just to make the atmosphere lighter.

"it seems you've found out my secret, kyojuro." You said smiling sadly at him as if you had already accepted your fate.

He just rushly sauntered his way to you and grabbed your hand gently, kissing it lightly as tears pooled down on his eyes. Shinobu turned to leave as she took it a sign for you guys to discuss the matter.

"why didn't you tell me?" He asked as tears slipped out of his eyes. The loving daze he once held now covered with fear looked on your own ones with tears slipping from them.

"I didn't want you to stress more. You have priorities." You just replied as if you knew this was coming.

"but you are a priority!" He whisper-shouted as he closed his eyes while more tears slid out.

"I love you very much Kyo, I'm sorry I didn't tell tou immediately. I just didn't want to be a hindrance to you." You recited his father's words as you wiped away the tears of sadness. He said nothing so you continued.

"we can't do anything Kyo. It's eating me alive. I can't even stand up properly anymore."

"there must be a way! You can't just die." He shouted, tears falling more from his eyes.

"i love you Kyo. I'm really sorry." You told him as you felt your pulse slowing. You kissed his lips and leaned on his neck.

"I love you too." Was all he said as he sobbed and cradled your body.

And those were the last words you told to him as you slept and took your last breath. You no longer held his hands nor cupped his face. Your hands were now cold and you weren't alive anymore. Everyone can hear Kyojuro sob in the room as he clinged on to you for dear life, hoping that you'd come back. As if there was a miracle going to happen. But sadly, it wasn't true as tou had no more heartbeat. As you no longer saw the bright rays of sunshine and you no longer ate with him.

And finally, he thought as he kneels down on the battle field with a hole in his stomach, that he can see you once again. That he can love you again. That he will see more sunrises and tomorrows with you. that you'd see more of his smiles and he'd see more of your's. And as he woke up, he saw you waiting for him in the gates of Heaven. Peacefully smiling at him and reaching out to hug him as tears slipped out from his eyes once again and there he felt at peace, once again.

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