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forest-hashira · 1 month

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Forever Yours

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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rengokus-blazing-blog · 7 months

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Non related to “Before He Left” (maybe spoilers lol) I just wanted to practice drawing (Y/N) aka ‘nameless OC’ because ‘Before He Left’ was supposed to be a One Shot Story and creating an OC for that was not really necessary at that time.

I don’t enjoy writing YN stories but I have to finish this story till the end.

Would you guys like more drawings? Or more writing? Sadly I can’t do both :(

You can follow me on twitter as well for more of a nsfw content ...

Feel free to request a story/ headcanon/ drawing! I'll respond whenever I have time! Thank you all!

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the-wisteria-house · 9 months

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The flames of our love (purple flames) Kyojuro R x Reader

Your life has changed drastically throughout the four years known Kyojuro Rengoku. In the first year- 1913, while training under him, you created your own breathing technique, blue flame breathing, and you were left having to sit and create a journal detailing the difference forms of your style.

In the third year, you knew Kyojuro, you found yourself back at that desk again, creating another breathing style. You were no longer a student of his but a fellow Hashira and wife. Little did you know this breath forged from your love could mean the difference between life and death.

1913

You sighed as you leaned back and fruitlessly attempted to work out a kink in your neck that had been plaguing you for the past hour.

One would have thought sitting at a desk for a few hours sketching and writing would have been a walk in the park compared to the hellish training you indored under your slave driver of a master to get to this point, but you were starting to believe that couldn't be farthest from the truth.

The sound of bousteruse laughter coming from the doorway of the study had you turning your attention for your parchment to the man standing there. "Oh, master, I didn't see you there." You smile at the male and dipped your chin in respect, which he waved off.

"That's quite alright (L/n), I believe we were familiar enough not to have to be so formal." You both shared a smile before he then eyed the parchment curiously,"How is the documenting coming along?"

You waved for him to join you while you turned tou attentionback to your writings, "Well, I have the short summaries I made for each form and the motions needed to execute each form, so it's made it easier to know where to start and make more in-depth explanations." You pushed the pages of parchment detailing you third form towards the blonde who now was happily sitting beside you. The man studied the papers for a few moments, seeming to try and find anything that needed improvement.

"So what is the problem? It all looks good to me!" Kyojuro turnd his owlish gaze from the page to you, with his usual smile.

"It's getting it down on paper. That's the problem, then having to add the figures. Not that I mind doing it, I just can't help but be discouraged that it'll turn out a mess in the end, and my efforts will prove fruitless..." You look down at your lap with furrowed brows, thoughts going a mile a minute. What if this all was a waste of time? What if you did all of this only for your style to still be forgotten when you died? What if people only saw your style as a cheap knock off of flame breathing or even worse- what if it really was?

The sudden pressure of a finger on your forehead had you looking up at the man beside you, confusion plan on your face as you stared at his finger,"Enough of that, I can practically hear your doubts (l/n). I'm sure with all the efforts you've put into forging this new breathing, it'll all work itself out in the end, Don't sell yourself short." Your eyes then travled to look at his sun kissed face, which was giving you a reasuring smile.

"Thank you, Rengoku... What would I do without you?" You let out content sigh, whith a slight shake of your head. Kyojuro then removed his finger from your forehead in favor of resting his hand over your own with a firm squeeze.

"You don't have to worry about that. Together, we'll be unstoppable." The man looked up in thought before laughing slightly, choosing to share what he had been thinking about, "Purple flames."

You look at him with a tilt of your head,confused once again,"Purple Flames?"

The Hashira gave you a humored but serious expression nod, "Yes, you see, together we'd make purple flames!?"

"Kyojuro, you're a silly man." You say simply as he let out a bousteruse laugh... Your master was quite an odd man, though you couldn't help but find that somewhat charming.

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1915

"I guess I wasn't that silly after all my flame!" Your Ex-Master laughed triumphantly.

"Yes, yes, congratulations, i don't know how you convensed me to do this." You said with faux exasperation while you fixed the stack of papers beside you.

"I wooed you with my enticing good looks and alluring personality! Also, let's not forget my mother gave me quite the suple bottom, which, of course, was a key factor of persuasion! Oh, should we add that to the document of how Purple Flame Breathing came to be, my love?" He said with great enthusiasm, which had you snapping your neck to look at him with break neck speed that rivled that of even the sound Hashira.

"Firstly, it's violet flame breathing, and we are not going to talk about your rear-end Kyojuro Rengoku! Why would you suggest such a thing, have you gone mad?!" You hit him with the partchment you'd previously been fixing, absolutely bewildered, and quite flusterd at the fact he would suggest such a thing. The man only laughed before having the audacity to continue debating you.

"Well, isn't this breathing style a product of our love? You love my bottom, so it only -" Kyojuro was quickly cut off by you slapping your hand over his mouth.

"Kyojuro, we're not talking about that! Your little brother in in the other room. Also, what will our descendents think if they read such a thing?" You shut the Hashiras idea down quickly, trying to fight your embarrassed flush.

Your husband removed your hand from over his mouth with a grin, "I'll relent my flame, as they say a happy wife means a happy life, but the one thing I won't budge on is the name being Purple Flame Breathing!" Kyojuro placed a chast kiss on your nuckles before a important though seemed to have struck him,"We mustn't forget to add the fact that the forms are more effective if two people are simultaneously attacking."

You chuckled slightly and nodded in agreement, "I'll take what I can get, and you're right that's important not to forget."

You clear your throat before reading what you had written so far in a collected tone, "Blue flame breathing which is deprived from both wind and flame breathing, offers the user the power that flame breathing holds, while taking advantage of the vercitality of the offensive and defensive movements wind breathing has to offer. When you pair the Blue Flame breathing's intense and versatile technique back to Flame breathing, you will find that while the technique created will be more fluid than flame breathing, but due to the power needed for each attack, it'll require more than one person to perform the forms in battle to be effective, the user will tire to quickly if not." You look over to your husband, who seems satisfied with the explanation.

"That sounds perfect (y/n)! I was thinking doesn't our breath almost remind you of a dance? Two users need to be in sync and enticipate the others movment in order to be effective, like dancing! I can't help but think of it that way for that reason!" Kyojuro moves his arms to wrap around your waste, pulling you back against his chest and slightly on to his lap.

You let out a hum of agreement while finishing up your writing and placing your brush down on the ink stone, "It is, isn't it? Well, I'll gladly dance with you in combat at night, and while the record player plays in the day." You playfully jest while placing your arms over his own, letting out a content sigh as you leaned against your pillars sturdy chest.

"I'll be your frame so long as you're my picture, my beloved wife." Kyojuro leaned his head on your shoulder and nudged the side of your neck with his nose.

"Kyojuro Rengoku, I know what you're trying to do." You say with no real malice as you move to card one of your hands through his firey locs.

"You're still not attempting to stop me, love." He said in a sing-song voice as one of his hands moved up your side smoothly before suddenly beginning to tickle your side, causing you to violently squirm in his vice like hold.

"Kyojuro Rengoku! We have to finish writing this chapter!" You squealed while attempting to get away from his attacks (perhaps you didn't actually know what he was planning).

"Let's take a break! We can make some tasty sweet potatoes, and we can finish writing later!" He stubbornly refused to relent from his assault until you begrudgingly agreed, "Fine, fine, just let me go! You gluttoess, man!"

Your husbands heartly and contagious laughter filled the room, and you found yourself unable to stop yourself from joining him.

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1916

Your sides were screaming in agony as you fought to keep your breath steady. You couldn't afford to falter now. Not when it could mean the difference between life and death, between HIS life or death.

You'd just finished up a quick mission when you'd received word about a fellow Hashira needing your aid against an uppermoon. Apone receiving the directions you felt your blood run cold. You only knew of one Hashira who had a mission on the mugan train... Why did they only send one Hashira on such a high-risk mission? The mission you just completed could have been given to a lower rank!

You shook your negative thoughts from your head. It wouldn't do you any good to get worked up now. You'll have to do that later.

Your legs were screaming as you burst into a clearing, tears of relief threatening to spill the moment you saw your husband still very alive and fighting fiercely.

You continued forward, not faultering for even a single moment even though the fight seemed to have come to a stand still. Scarlet blood was dripping from Kyojuro's mouth onto the cold earth below. You prayed that all that blood was from a missing tooth or two and not from internal bleeding, but the way Kyojuro panted didn't let you get your hopes too high.

The Kizuki, who you could now tell was uppermoon three stood only a few feet away, was saying something you couldn't quite make out. He looked apone Kyojuro with a calculated gaze- he looked at him more like Kyojuro was his cornered prey.

'Just a little further, come on! You're a Hashira, for gods sake (y/n)! Why are you moving so slow!?' Your mind screeched as you saw they were both preparing to attack once more.

"Kyojuro!" You yelled out as you saw him rush forward, the uppermoon meeting him halfway. It was as if the area surrounding them had erupted into literal flames when Kyojuro's sword was slicing expertly through the demons' torso aming for it's neck.

Did he not see the Kizuki gearing up to punch his chest? No, he had to have seen it! So, God damn it - WHY WASN'T HE MOVING!?

"Blue Flame Breathing, first form- Purifying flames!" You lunged forward, intersepting the demons attack with multiple slashes, causing the demon to let out an agonized screech as he jumped back, clutching his severed arm that quickly grew back.

"(Y/-(Y/n)?" The shocked voice of your husband sounded from behind you.

The demon who you'djust attacked seemed to hault and take in your appearance before speaking, "This is of no concern to you, as strong as you may seem, I won't fight a woman, so get out of my way." The demon looked down to you with narrowed eyes. In another life, you might have found yourself cowering away, but you were far too angry for that at that moment.

"Of no concern to me? You just tried to kill my husband you basket ball faced, son of a bitch!" You howled as you readied to attack again, unrestrained fury coursing through your veins.

The demon only gave you an unreadable look, as it seemed to watch your every movement closely, "The way you intersepted my attack was impressive, and the power radiating from you is unquestionable. You'd have great potential to be an uppermoon. Let me make you the same offer I made your husband." The cool tone the demon spoke in had your grip tightening on your sword. Who did this bastard think he was?

"Become a dem-"

"No way, you litterly look like a fucking basketball, and what's up with your feet? You should really put those dank ass blue berry toes away. Also, pink nail polish isn't your color." You looked the demon up down with a raised brow.

The demon quickly looked down at his toes in response, then back up to you appalled. If he had a mirror, you were sure he'd be checking his face as well.

"To be honest, I would rather die." You finished off honestly with a shrug. The demon looked at you as if you'd grown two heads, seeming to not know what to say.

You glanced behind your shoulder to your husband, who was staring at you dumbfounded. The man had never heard you speak like that before, not even to his father who you had a less than pleasant relationship with.

As he looked in your eyes, he realized you'd done it for a reason. You were trying to buy time before you both had to face the demon off.

"Kyojuro, you should take me dancing after this." You said turning the mans attention back to you.

"Of course, my flame, but why wait?" Kyojuro felt a grin split across his face when he saw you smile. Good, you were on the same page.

"Good enough for me." You lunged forward in a flash aming for the demons' right side. Kyojuro, who was right behind you, aiming for his left.

"Purple flame breathing third form blazing wildlife!" You and Kyojuro both shout as you twist your bodies around completely twice to make two horizontal slashes at the upper moon, severing his arms.

The Kizuki quickly regenerated, a completely new limbs sprouting in the places you just severed, and one was quickly reaching out to strick you.

"Purple Flame Breathing, Second form - Scorching temperatures!" You lundged the moment it made contact with the side of your face, mostly avoiding the arm before slicing in and upward ark, severing his arm one more.

"Purple flame breathing, first form- ravionouse crematory." Kyojuro shouted while you had Akaza distracted, sword aming for his neck.

Despite being caught off guard, the Kizuki was still able to re direct the assault through his torso, using his arm closest to Kyojuro, rearing his arm back to pun him.

"Purple flame breathing, fourth form- Blazing brush fire!"Both you and Kyojuro yell simultaneously before releasing a series of slashes defending you from attacks while slicing the demon quicker than he could regenerate.

As the fight wore on, the demon looked alarmed, but not as a result of your attacks, and before you knew it, he was attempting to bolt away from you two.

"Hey, where the do you think you're going?!" You sliced the demons' right leg the moment he turned away, though the leg just quickly regenerated as he continued to sprint into the woods.

You felt warmth hit your back as you chased after the demon, and the sound of foot steps following you had you peering over your shoulder in confusion.

"Kyojuro, you're injured! You shouldn't be running with broken ribs. Hell, you probably have eternal damage. Look at how you're bleeding from your mouth, you foolish man!" You shouted at your husband, who looked unfazed at your uncharacteristic outburst. He knew it only came from a place of care.

"Don't worry about me, love." He responded simply as he looked straight ahead with his singular golden orb. You silently cursed his stubborness but knew there was no talking sense into him.

As you ran deeper into the woods, you'd soon come to realize you weren't going to find the uppermoon again.

"Kyojuro..." You looked over to your partner who seemed to have come to the same conclusion you had and begain to slow down.

"We're not going to find Akaza. He's too far ahead and could be anywhere by now. These woods are too dense and large to have a hope of finding him when he doesn't want to be found." Your husband said distan clear in his voice, as you both came to a hault.

You reached out and grabbed the males arm as you saw him sway slightly, "Let's get back to the train. You need medical attention, Kyo."

The male agreed with a firm nod, "Yes, that would be best," before looking slightly embarrassed as he wiced slightly,"I might have to wait to take you dacing my dear, it's only now that I'm feeling the pain in my side. And it's a little hard to breathe." The Hashira then proceeded to stager as he tried to walk forward before falling over. You tried not to panic as you caught him and haled him over your shoulder. You tried to be mindful of his injuries, but there was no other way for you to carry a man of his height and build.

You ended up carrying the male halfway to the wreck before a group of Kakishi thankfully came across you and took your husband away to be treated at the butterfly estate. Leaving you with four teenagers to be treated on sight before Kakashi would come back to take you to the estate when they got available stretchers. (Mostly for the teens as you could walk just fine)

They were an interesting bunch, to say the least. One boy seemed to be wearing a bore head and sounded like a full-grown man. So, to say you were shocked when he was forced to take the carcass off, and you were met with such delicate features would be a complete understatement.

Then you had the boy who looked like he got a bad dye job. He proposed to you the moment you said hello, then asked what your name was before absolutely freaking out that he just asked his a Hashira's wife to marry him. (You supposed he didn't realize you were a Hashira, but decided to scare him with that information later for your own amusement.) He then promptly broke off the engagement. (not that you had even agreed in the first place.)

Then there was Tanjiro Kamado and his demon sister... Tanjiro was pretty normal compared to the other boys, honestly. He seemed to be a really sweet kid. He tied off an injury on your arm with a scarf in his bag unprompted when he saw the Kakashi had run out of bandages.

"Don't worry, Ms.(y/n)! I don't mind at all!" Was his response when you told him he didn't need to ruin his clothes for you. You decided to try and clean the scarf as best you could and also gift him a new one while he recovered at the mansion.

Soon after that, the five of you were taken to the butterfly mansion. With you and the blone boy who was carrying the demon girl walking and the other two being carried on stretchers.

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"Over all He'll be fine (Y/n), He'll have some issues at first with depth perspiration. Other than that, there was no permanent damage." Shinobu said with a small practiced smile before continuing," We gave him a blood transfusion not too long ago, so he should be waking up soon. Just make sure he doesn't do anything like training or consecration constant for the next month or so."

You smiled sppreciatively at the butterfly piller," I'll make sure of it. Thank you so much, Shinobu."

The other pillar nodded and made her way out of the room, leaving you and your unconscious husband alone. You couldn't help but laugh at how he was drooling slightly in his sleep and muttering tastey every few seconds. Even in his sleep, he was thinking about food. It was in that moment that you finally relaxed and realized he would be okay.

"Our anniversary is coming up, I suppose we will have to go to the one restaurant you like?" You mused to yourself, and what you thought was an unconscious Kyojuro.

"Oh, I thought you didn't like that place, dear!" The sudden sound and feeling of a hand grabing your own had you looking down at Kyojuro, who now suddenly looked wide awake. How he could wake up do quickly all the time wad beyond you.

"Hey, you weren't meant to hear that." You teased quietly, threading your finger through his.

"I did, so you can't take it back now, but I'll make it fair and take you to that western dancing hall you've been asking about." He gave you a playful smile.

"Oh, so you'll finally learn the Waltz?" You raise a brow, and he laughs and nods.

"Yes, anything for you, my dear flame." His thumb caresses the back of your hand gently.

"Well then, you have a deal, Mr.Rengoku." You place the hand not holding his on his firm chest and lean to brush your lips with his own, letting out a content sigh when he returns your affection, and as you part you couldn't help but thank your lucky stars that you'd be able to dance with this man amongst the purple flames for the rest of your day's.

Okay, and done! I was stupid and didn't attach this to the Ask, so if you want to see the actual request, you'll have to search it up.

I hope you all enjoyed this one shot, I've never written a fight scene before, so sorry if it was hard to follow. I'll get better with practice.

I know it was on the short side, but I wanted to hit all the plot points that the requestor mentioned, but I didn't want to make it too long. (Knowing me, I would get off track with small meaningless details, and make a whole Shinjuro redemption arc, and Tanjiro and Senjuro becomeing besties because they met when Kyojuro was injured, and thw story wouldn't be halfway done. (I just love the Rengoku Fam a lot. Lol)

If you want to request anything, my box is open! :)

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heavenly-messenger · 2 years

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Would it be possible to have a romantic letter from Rengoku to his wife who may be expecting while he's on a mission? Or just Rengoku in general would be amazing, he's my comfort character 🥺❤️🔥

or course! this is such a wholesome idea <3 <3 <3

A Letter from Rengoku to his Pregnant Wife

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My dear wife y/n,

I regret to inform you that this mission will take longer than we had anticipated. The demon is clever and has put up a strong fight. There is nothing I hate more than being away from you for this long, especially with the baby on the way, but I suppose I must.

Assuming all goes well from this point onwards, I will return before the birth. But if I am not, know that you are in good hands. Kocho is skilled with her medicines and you will not be alone for one moment.

I await the day when this mission is complete and I can see your lovely face once more. I leave you with all of my love until that day.

Wishing you the best,

Rengoku Kyojuro

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tytsart · 2 years

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Love him ❤️❤️❤️ who should i paint next? open for commission btw

Linktr.ee/tyshay for artprints!

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imtouchestarved · 5 months

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Chapter eleven

There were a few moments left for the sun to leave while coloring the sky with breathtaking colors. Kyojuro put on his demon slayer uniform. he belted his nichirin sword to his waist, its sheath peacefully resting on his hip. "So you're leaving today, huh?" He turned around to see (Y/n) sitting on the bed, wearing her uniform as well. How did she get here, who knows?

He nodded and smiled, "Correct, I've been called on a mission!" He lifted up a finger as he explained. "Well then, I wish you luck." She carefully stood up and headed towards the door while holding her arms behind her back.

"What about you? Are you going to stay here until your next mission?" He suddenly asked, trying to keep up the conversation. She turned her head as she held the door frame, "Ah, no." She shook her head, "Since I've fully recovered, I'll head home. There's no reason for me to stay here," She replied.

"I see.." he studied her gaze carefully. She looked.. depressed. "What is that look?" He asked as he shifted closer to her, and she suddenly looked tense. "What do you mean?" She backed off a little when he shoved his face into her direction. "You look disturbed! Tell me, what's weighing your mind?" He demanded.

(Y/n) grinned nervously while stroking a piece of hair with her fingers, "Oh, I guess I'm just a little depressed since you're leaving. That's all," She said. Kyojuro nodded and backed off, "Don't worry, I'll write a lot! And after it is done, I'll come see you." The last gold sun rays peeked through the window, shining on his face, making him look magnificent as he made a promise.

She just stared at him at a loss for words, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with emotion she couldn't quite understand.

With much hesitation, he slowly reached out his hand and cupped her cheek as he moved some hair strands that fell on her face with his thumb. She melted into his touch, placing her hand on his, signaling him to keep it there. The corners of her lips formed a small smile that spread across her face. "I'll be back," he whispered as he took her other hand and kissed it so ever gently. His lips were warm and soft, making her body beg for more. That small gesture made (Y/n) knees wobble and her breath to become heavier. 'Stupid heart, calm down,' she thought as she pursed her lips together.

She managed to nod slowly, and kyojuro went to his way, leaving her struggling to breathe as she gripped her uniform in the area of her heart. 'Calm down, calm down!' She yelled at herself.

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As she walked in the empty halls of the mansion, heading towards the exit, she suddenly had the aurge to thank the girls who took care of her for their hospitality.

She searched for them and found them all in the kitchen, "(L/n)-san! Are you here for a snack? Let me make something for you." Aoi said as she stirred a pot with half cooked rice. (Y/n) quickly shook her head, "No, no. I'm just here to deliver my thank you for taking care of me." She bowed slightly, "thank you all for your hospitality."

There was a brief silence, then the triples started to weep, "(L/n)- chan you're leaving..??" Naho asked, the other two looked at her for a reply. She nodded her head heavily, feeling bad. "When are you coming back?" Sumi asked as she wiped some tears from her eyes, "Well, I'm not sure.. I'll try to visit, though. You did so much for me it's the least I could do."

Aoi suddenly interrupted the conversation, "No, you should focus on doing your duties as a hashira. You must have no time for visiting.. It's okay, you can go. Just remember, when you need someone to patch you up, we're always here." She grinned and went back to the rice.

(Y/n), touched, bowed one again, and went to her way.

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"I'm home," she said as she took off her shoes. Her mother rushed to her, wrapping her arms around her in a tight embrace. "I've heard everything, oh my baby.. I'm sorry I couldn't visit. I'm just glad you're okay." She tightened her arms even more.

(Y/n) patted her on her back, melting into her mother's embrace as she sighed with joy. "I'm sorry for worrying you. I'm staying home for a while, so tell me if you need help with anything." She pulled away from the hug. Her mother looked at her with affection, "you seem different," she said as she brushed (Y/n)'s scalp slightly.

She tilted her head, "Do I?" She giggled. "Why aren't you on a mission?" They both suddenly heard. (Y/n)'s father stood a few meters from them, crossing his arm as his face wore its usual sour expression. She backed off from her mother and bowed slightly, keeping her head down as she explained. "Although I have fully recovered, my master saw the right to request that I'll have some time off to rest since I've been overworking." She tried to speak clearly, but her voice trembled a bit.

He walked over to her, "Then why aren't you at least training? Are you going to spend all your time doing nothing?!" His raised his voice, visibly annoyed. (Y/n) lifted up her head to look him in the eye. He looked terrifying. Her father was a big man, tall, wide, and buff. Him looking scary is natural.

"..Father, i just arrived. You expect me to drop everything and-" she stopped mid sentence when he gave her an ear-ringing slap, making her stumble and put her hand on her now bruised cheek. "How dare you talk back to me, I made you reach that far!!" He raised his voice even more.

He then lifted his hand to hit her once more. She frowned, and something snapped inside of her. How dare he hit her? Who does he think he is? She caught his hand that was a few centimeters from her face, "Don't raise your hand on me ever again." She said, her voice low and intense.

She let go of his hand, and he opened his mouth to respond, but she immediately shut him up. "Don't even say anything. I was on the verge of DEATH, I barely survived, oh and dont even let me mention the amount of insufferable pain i have endured while recovering. And you dare to hit me? You dare to raise your voice at me? I am the one providing you and mother. I'm the one who's working nonstop, rarely resting. Just for you to frown and be disappointed in me. Do you think I wanted to be a demon slayer? Do you think I wanted to become a hashira?" She stopped to breathe as she placed an accusing finger on his chest. "I never had such desire, but I never had a choice. You didn't even let me choose." Tears started streaming down her face as she tried to wipe them unsuccessfully. "You just decided that I would be the person you couldn't."

She gave him one last look so he could see her pain, then walked off. Her mother calling her name as she tried to keep up with her.

She went to her room and closed the door shut. She finally said them..the words she so desperately longed for him to hear.

But it didn't feel good nor relieving. Her chest just felt so tight that she could hardly breathe. She hugged herself as she sat against the door and let silent weeps escape her mouth.

"Kyo.." she whispered in between her soft sobs, "Please return soon.."

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mochimoee · 2 years

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My headcanons for

Kyojuro Rengoku!

[Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader: my first headcanon list!]

[Since this is my first headcanon list it will be a little short. Either way let's get started!]

Definitely a Himbo (obviously)

Is completely oblivious to any and all advances you make (sometimes purposely)

Loves PDA

"Of course you may have a kiss Y/N!"

Will say he doesn't understand what you mean (when he obviously does) to make you flustered when you have to keep repeating yourself

Is literally a human sauna

You'll stop cuddling him while sleeping due to getting too hot just for him to roll over and pull you even closer

Despite him being a human furnace, you still miss him at night when he's away on long missions

He would bring back snacks or small flowers you might like from a mission

Says "I love you!" at least 6 times a day

Secretly protective

If he notices anyone else looking at you for too long while in public he will pull you closer too him and give you a small kiss on the forehead

Loves you unconditionally and makes it known to everyone

[I hope you all liked it! Thanks for reading!]

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lynnlovesthestars · 6 months

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I think I have a problem cause why tf I always read hurt/no comfort fics or smth like that?!,!,!,!? Someone send help cause??????

And let's not talk on what I write cause that's even more angsty?? Like half of the shit I have in my Google docs, it's finished but I think it's too angst to be posted—

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flametrashiraarchive · 1 year

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I finished my Reader x Rengoku fic! it’s also on Ao3, but here it is if you prefer to read it here!

(Rengoku x AFAB reader, canon divergent- Akaza doesn’t show up at the end of Mugen Train and Rengoku returns home to you. Mainly smut and fluff.)

Minors DNI

Kyojuro is never quiet when coming home from missions.

In combat, the man moves with stealth and graceful speed which could put even the sneakiest alley cat to shame. But returning in the dim light before dawn, excited and elated simply to be back with you, he bounds toward you with a broad, effusive grin.

“I’m back!” he declares, as though his footsteps didn’t just shake you from the bed.

But you can’t find it within yourself to be annoyed at him for waking you. Ever.

It doesn’t matter that it’s hours before you’re due to rise, or that he and his crow probably woke the whole village on their return. Before you know it, your smile is mirroring his, and you’re crushed to him, not knowing who closed the space between you first. You breathe in the scent of battle and dwindling smoke, and the familiar comforting warmth of him.

Your fingers press to his back, sliding up towards his shoulders, your heart squeezing with the relief that he’s home. He won the battle. He survived.

Strong, sturdy, and real beneath your hands. And yours, entirely.

You could cry; the lump in your throat dangerously close to choking you, but tears would only make him worry. So you press your face to his chest, letting him hold you, rocking you from side to side as he rests his cheek on the top of your head.

You breathe in his scent again and let out a sigh. "Do you want to go and tell Senjuro and your father you're back? Senjuro was so worried."

"In a little while," he says, tightening his hold on you. "My father usually wakes after sunrise."

You can't help but smile. He’s all yours, at least for a while.

“How was it?” you ask, muffled in his embrace.

“Hm?”

You pull your face away to let your voice carry to him fully. “How was the mission? The demon on the train?”

“Ah. Good.” He smiles, raising a battle-hardened hand to gently stroke your cheek. The intensity in his fiery gaze softens as he acclimates to the safety of your shared home. “We prevailed. But it took far too long.”

“Agreed. You were gone for more than two months.” You lean into his touch. And, knowing thanks to his hashira stamina, it’s likely untrue, you add, “You must be exhausted. We could go back to bed for a while?”

He chuckles softly, catching the meaning behind your seemingly innocent words. “I should clean up first. I’m sure I smell less than—”

His sentence dies against your lips as you pull him to you, unable to delay what you’ve been craving for months. And after a muffled chuckle of surprise, he reciprocates the kiss.

Kyojuro kisses like he fights; with every damn fiber of his being, burning you up as he drives you backward, pressing you to the wooden frame of the door and pinning you to it with his body. At once, you’re lost to the world, and all that matters is his lips, his fingers tangled in your hair, and his muscled thigh pressing between yours. Your body reacts to him so quickly you become lightheaded; heat pooling everywhere he touches.

Yours. He’s yours. And he’s home.

A sigh escapes you as he takes your hand in his, and pins your wrist to the door frame above your head.

You could list a thousand reasons you love this man, and one of them is the way he can snap in an instant from dazzling light and exuberant warmth, to an altogether more blistering, primal sort of flame. And you have always reveled in that blaze.

You slide down a couple of inches, pressing your core to the sturdy length of his thigh as you tug his lower lip between your teeth. A quiet groan escapes him, those gold and crimson eyes of his half-lidded as he drops his hand to the opening of your robe.

Kyojuro can– and has– spent all night undressing you and letting your excitement build before granting you release after release. And every time you’ve basked in that drawn out pleasure, trusting him entirely as you do, that the delay will be more than worth the reward. But not tonight. Not after two lonely months of nothing but your hands on your cunt, and gasping his name into the pillow.

“Kyojuro,” you whisper, parting the robe yourself until your breasts are exposed. “Please.”

“You’re so eager this morning,” he says, keeping his breath and voice so level you’d almost think your exposed skin wasn’t affecting him.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” His lips part as he cups your breast, stroking a calloused thumb over your nipple. “If I’m honest, I spent a lot of time thinking about you. About this.”

Pride and pleasure blossom in your chest and snatch your breath, earning you a chuckle. He drops his hand lower, dipping it between the pillowy softness of your thighs.

Where it stays.

Firmly.

“Patience, Little Flame,” he tells you as he takes his thigh from between yours, leaving your pussy aching and wanting. “Let me clean up. I want to be the best I can be for you.”

God, this man. Even after being denied you by duty, he still relishes every second with you, drawing it out and savoring it. You may as well weigh less than a feather as he scoops you into his arms, putting his strength and training to use as he whisks you away to the wisteria-guarded private hot spring at the back of your house; another perk of living with a hashira.

He sets you on the wooden boards at the side of the steaming water, stepping away to leave nothing but the cool morning air to caress your burning skin.

“Let me bathe first,” he tells you, unfastening the cape from his shoulders and folding it carefully beside you.

You’re about to protest that he doesn’t have to; you’ll gladly take him smelling of smoke and spattered with demon blood, but Kyojuro is ever the gentleman. And besides, as his strong fingers begin to work open the buttons on his corps uniform, any protest you can conjure simply collides with your pounding heart and withdraws, defeated.

Because as beautiful as Kyojuro is in his uniform, covered entirely and bursting with pride, he’s somehow even more beautiful out of it. His body is sculpted by discipline, battle, and a love for food; strong, sturdy, soft and firm all at once. Every scar and bruise which marks his skin has no doubt served as a lesson; a reminder of how he could have reacted faster, fought better, improved somehow (and it’s Kyojuro, so of course, next time he will).

The sun breaks over the horizon, casting beams of golden light through the wisteria blossoms as he sets his uniform neatly on top of the cape beside you.

“Are you getting in?” he asks, stepping into the water until it reaches his hips. He turns to face you. “Or are you content with watching me?”

Your face prickles, surely as red as the tips of his hair as he grins and waits for your response. And thank God for the wisteria, hiding you from prying eyes as you sit, bare chested and flustered on the warm, smooth wood, fighting the urge to put your hand between your thighs and finish what you started against the door frame.

He seems to sense it too, his gaze dropping lower, to the epicenter of your aching desire. And for the first time since he got home, you notice his breath hitching in his throat as he wades toward you, placing his wet hands at either side of your knees and pushing them together, pressing a kiss to the seam of your thighs.

His eyelids close as he rests his forehead on your lap, his breath hot against your skin as your mouth becomes dry with anticipation and need. But he simply stays there, breathing you in, and, if he’s feeling at all the way you are right now, torturing you both.

Placing a hand on the back of his head you let it sink into soft golden hair and stroke down the back of his neck, enamored with the way he melts against you as you do.

“There were moments…” He’s quiet when he speaks, so quiet it worries you.

He turns his head to the side, eyes still closed as he rests his cheek against the pillow of your thighs, still holding them together.

“Moments?” you say, hoping to clarify. Your hand delves lower, into the firm valley between his shoulder blades. The corner of his mouth rises into a contented smile. You can spend every waking moment touching Kyojuro and he will never get tired of it. Fortunately, neither will you.

“Moments during the mission… when I was afraid I would not make it back to you this time.”

“Oh—” You snap your lips shut, pressing your unoccupied hand to them to ensure their silence. A weight in your chest presses against your ribs; the agonizing knowledge that this man you adore with every cell in your body feared for his life.

You can’t tell him that you imagine that very thing every time the kasugai crow summons him. Every time you awaken to find he didn’t return while you slept. Every time the sun rises and stains the morning sky red.

And no matter how blissful the time you spend together, no matter how bound to his soul you find yours, the fact will always remain that demon slayers rarely live long lives. To love a hashira, is to welcome death to loom above your happiness.

But you know Kyojuro well enough to know there’s nothing you can say to make him quit the corps. You'd have as much success telling him to walk away from you, or asking the moon to come down from the sky. Nothing can quell those twin flames burning in his heart; one for you, the other his duty to lend his strength to those who need it. Even in a world without demons, he would find some way to fight to protect the helpless.

“I believe in you,” you say, truthfully. Even if your heart torments you with thoughts that one day his crow will return without him, you have never doubted his strength or indomitable spirit. “No matter what happens, I want you to know that. You’re stronger than anyone I’ve ever known.”

"Thank you," he says, with heart-shattering sincerity.

In an instant his hands are on the boards beside your thighs, his arms taut and arrow-straight beneath him as he lifts himself partway out of the water until his lips are level with yours.

"I should be thanking you," you tease, hoping to lighten the mood and help him forget the fear. "You're putting on such a pretty show for me."

Loud laughter bursts from him, and God, it feels so good to see him happy and carefree. It warms your heart to know that you can give him that solace, this man who fights and faces death for people who don’t even know he exists.

“I need you,” he says with a smile, leaning into you and snatching your breath with a kiss before drawing back. “ Your belief, your strength, your warmth. I need you. In every way.”

You can't stand it anymore. Cupping his jaw in your palm you lean closer, bringing your lips tantalizingly close. "Hurry up and bathe, Kyojuro. I'll make certain those needs are met."

He laughs again, although this time quieter, holding your gaze as he lowers himself back into the water. “Beloved, when have I ever allowed you to meet my needs without ensuring yours are satisfied first?”

His touch sparks embers across your skin as his strong fingers skate between your thighs, finally allowing you to part them. You spread wide for him, letting him see you fully, knowing that you’re already wet, glistening with need.

“Mm,” he sighs hungrily, moistening his lips with the tip of his tongue.

He draws closer as you fight for breath, running your fingers through his fiery mane as you lean back and angle your hips toward him.

The wisteria blooms sway in the breeze as your skin pebbles.

Kyojuro begins as he always does, by kissing a path along your inner thighs, snatching the air from your lungs as your anticipation builds. He nuzzles the soft flesh of your pussy with the tip of his nose, and when his lips finally reach your core, he tastes you slowly, eyes closed and face perfectly serene. And he savors you.

He drags his tongue over your tingling flesh, tasting every bit of you and sighing softly as you gasp and buck your hips beneath him.

But soon, any semblance of hashira discipline crumbles as he grows drunk on you. His hands skate over your thighs, hooking behind your knees to lift your legs onto his broad shoulders. And you know you’re done for.

Kyojuro relishes you like you’re his last meal, his tongue voraciously lapping your clit until your fingers in his hair curl into fists.

Afterall, he never knows when he’ll be called away from you. So he makes it count.

It’s no secret the flame hashira loves to eat, and being his favorite meal is pleasure like you've never known. You gasp as he presses his tongue to your entrance, licking a stripe through your labia to your clit, before surrounding it with the wet heat of his eager mouth. His tongue flutters against you; insatiable, skilled, and hellbent on driving you to climax.

"Kyojuro!" You cry out as your trembling legs wrap around his back, holding him to you.

That earns you an appreciative groan before the wet sound of his mouth on you fills the air once more. Your back arches as he pushes a thick finger into you, stroking you inside as he continues to devour your cunt.

His gentle moans vibrate against your clit as he licks and licks, and he whispers a reverent, "Delicious."

His approval drives you wild, lifting your hips to grind your pussy against his face as shivers of pleasure roll through you, driving you closer and closer to the peak of ecstasy.

“M–more…” you whimper.

Far be it from him to deny you.

You gasp as he slides another finger into you, his other hand spreading your folds so he can lick you harder, deeper, while sucking your clit as though it sustains him.

You come undone with a cry, legs trembling against his back as your fists unfurl to press his face into your pussy. You know he adores this, when your control fully snaps and he knows he has done well, that eager mouth still working you. He groans as your pussy throbs and pulses against his tongue, squeezing his fingers as they continue to pump into you, emerging only so he can put them into his mouth and taste you again.

“Umai,” he whispers, smiling as you lay shattered and delirious with pleasure beside the hot spring.

You chuckle as you ride the ebbing waves of your orgasm, vaguely aware of the flame hashira climbing out of the water and wrapping you in his arms. Before you know it you're inside, lying on the bed.

"Are you ready, Little Flame, or do you need more time to recover?"

You shake your head, gazing at him as he positions himself between your thighs. His broad, muscled chest is flushed pink with a combination of warm water and arousal.

He'll wait as long as it takes if you need it, but there's no denying his excitement. He holds his cock firmly in his strong, scarred hand, gently sliding his thumb through beads of clear precum weeping from the slit. He shivers as he gazes down at your semi-naked body, teeth tugging his lower lip.

God, there's so much you want to do to this man, but if the world is kind, you'll have time for that later. Right now you need his cock inside you. You need simple intimacy, his body against yours.

"Now," you tell him. "I need you now."

You gasp as he slides his dick between your folds, coating it in your slick wetness before teasing your entrance with his tip. And when he enters you, there's no resistance; you're already so wet and ready for him. His back arches as you take him all, your bodies slotting together as though you were made with each other in mind.

For every hour Kyojuro has spent studying flame breathing, he's dedicated the same to studying you. He’s noted your reactions every time you’ve been together this way, memorizing exactly where to touch you, the speed you like best, the pressure, the intensity. When Kyojuro fucks you, it's an art form, and he’ll spend all day dedicated to it if you let him.

That's when it becomes apparent that those muscles aren't just for show. The control he has over his body is almost supernatural, rolling his hips against you, making sure that with every stroke your pleasure builds so that all that's left for you to do is...

"Breathe," he tells you, as if he isn't the one driving the air from your lungs.

But you try, for him. You try your damned hardest, fingers pressed to his shoulders as you pull in a breath.

"That's it," he sighs against your ear. "Good. So good."

Your face grows hotter. "Is it good for... ohh God."

Kyojuro’s lips part around a silent gasp as he pushes deep into you and your body shivers beneath him. Sparks of pleasure shoot through your lower belly as he thrusts. Your grip on his shoulders slides to his broad chest and around his back, pulling him to you. He yields to you without resistance, closing the space between you until his body is flush with yours; hot and heavy, pressing you into the mattress as he kisses your throat.

"Is it good for you?" You continue, not because there’s any doubt, but because his praise and approval only adds to your pleasure.

He knows it too. "So good, Little Flame. You're taking me so well."

You could spend eternity with Kyojuro and never stop craving him.

Basking in the soft warmth of your cunt, his throat flexes as he parts his lips around a desperate whimper, his breath hot against your throat as he grinds his hips against yours. Tingling heat builds between your thighs as he pumps his cock into you, arching forward to suck your nipple between his lips, strumming it with his tongue.

And you know too well he’s holding back. Kyojuro won’t come like this; he’ll have you on top bouncing on his cock when he’s good and ready for that. No, this is for you, and it doesn’t matter how long it takes; the hashira’s stamina is apparently limitless. But his cool is most definitely crumbling. And when he gets excited he gets loud. Every thrust is punctuated by a desperate moan, the feral sound of it making your toes curl.

“So warm, and wet for me,” he practically growls into your ear as he grinds his hips against your clit. ”I was away for too long. I wanted you so badly. I couldn’t take care of you like I wanted to, but I’m making up for it now, aren’t I?”

You cry out in pleasure as his movements become deeper and more urgent, “Yes.”

“My Little Flame,” he whispers. “All mine.”

Your second orgasm spills through you like molten iron as you cling to him, riding the waves of your release.

“That’s it,” he whispers as you shiver beneath him. “Oh, god, that’s it, that’s it. That’s my girl.”

This man. This man and his damned mouth. You’re no sooner back on earth than you’re craving him again, pushing against the firm wall of his chest and angling your hips to roll onto him. He picks up on your cue immediately, pulling his cock out of you and flipping the pair of you over.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his breath coming in short, sharp pants just for a moment or two before he reins it back. “I can keep making you come until you’re fully satisfied.”

“I am satisfied. And I want you to come,” you tell him, lowering yourself onto his dick. Your head tilts back involuntarily as you take him once more.

As you start to ride him, his amber eyes are trained on you, awestruck as his hands grip your hips, not guiding your pace (he's completely at your mercy in that regard) but holding on to you as though he's afraid you'll somehow slip away from him.

You may not be able to fight away the demons which threaten to hurt him or the horrors those eyes have witnessed. You may not be able to expunge every worry and burden from his life like you want to. But you can give him this. You can give him solace in simple pleasure.

And, if you’re honest, there’s something about watching this man melt beneath you. There’s nothing like seeing your powerful, indomitable warrior reduced to a whimpering wreck as he loses himself in you. It’s a power which only serves to heighten your pleasure.

"I thought about this every night," you tell him. "About riding you like this and watching you come undone."

His throat flexes as he swallows, his gaze following the movement of your chest as you bounce on his cock. There's no doubt he's enjoying the view, but it's impossible to resist doubling over to kiss him, letting him moan against your lips as you slowly rock on top of him. Your heart squeezes with the knowledge that you’re making him feel good, that right now, he’s content and safe and gasping with pleasure because of you.

This is one of the few times Kyojuro is lost for words, but words are unnecessary. You know how good it feels from the pink tinge on his cheeks and blossoming over his chest, from the way he loses the battle to keep his eyes open, closing them and throwing his head back to moan as his fingers dig into your hips. You know he’s close from the way he arches his back, lifting his hips so he can thrust into you as his grip on control slips entirely.

You know all this because he is yours.

“I’m going to come–” he whimpers, his golden irises barely more than a sliver beneath his heavy eyelids. His breath blows hot and hard against your skin as his body undulates beneath you.

When he comes, it’s with a cry, thrusting up into you so hard it forces the air from your lungs, his grip on your hips so tight it will surely leave bruises. And you ride him throughout, driving him into over-stimulation as the sounds of his pleasure fill the room. All that power, all that strength and firm muscle quivers beneath you but you know him well enough to know not to stop.

You ride him as he bares his teeth. “Yes. That’s it. One more,” he whispers, taking your hands in his and pulling you down to his lips. “I know you have one more for me.”

He places his hand between you, sliding it down your body until his fingers brush your clit, sliding through the warm concoction of his spend and your wetness. He teases your swollen flesh, the blush on his cheeks growing darker still as you continue to grind against his overstimulated cock. Your legs burn, your pussy aches. But God, you need this, you need him. It doesn't matter that you’re spent and more than satisfied. You need more, more, more, the two of you trying desperately to claw all the pleasure you can from a world which demands so much sacrifice.

Your orgasm tears through you quickly, your exhausted body giving you just enough pleasure to earn rest for both of you.

He holds you. His lips are cool against your burning cheeks, showering you with gentle kisses as his hands stroke lazy paths along your back.

You lie atop him, ear pressed to his chest as his heart beats against you; steady, constant, and yours. There’s so much you need to tell him, and he already knows all of it. You love him, you missed him, you hope his kasugai crow never calls. You hope that one day you’ll see that golden hair of his turn silver and that his smile will never fade as he reminisces about the days gone by where he fought for humanity; days which will seem like an absurd dream.

But none of it needs to be said.

“You’re home,” you say instead, your voice so soft you doubt he heard it.

But he chuckles gently, coiling your hair around his fingers as he sighs contentedly. “I am.”

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Birthday Boy

Rengoku x Fem!Reader

Warnings: just some 🐱 eating and pegging

A/N: happy birthday to the best boy & nearly my birthday twin!! Also I absolutely stole the way @muzanswaifu described squirting in her Kokushibo fic — so it that part sounds similar that’s why 🤫

Word count: 2.7k

“So birthday boy, what do you want for your final present?” You were pulling your dress off, thankful to finally be in the comfort of your shared apartment. “My final present? You’ve already given me so much today.” Kyojuro stood next to you, pulling his tie loose. “Oh don’t act silly, you know you get one final gift every year.” You let your dress drop to the floor, a frilly matching lingerie set covered your body to some extent.

“Can I be selfish this year?” You stepped out of your dress, a smile creeping up your lips. “That’s a first for you, birthday boy. Go ahead, tell me what you want.” Kyojuro swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing as he began unbuttoning his shirt. “First, I want to eat you out.” It was your turn to swallow, your throat felt dry all of a sudden as your body immediately responded. “Secondly, I think it’s about time you got to play with your new toy.”

That nearly did you in, he hadn’t even touched you and your legs felt like jelly. “Are you serious? You really want to use it?” Kyojuro had put it off every time you asked, now it made sense. “I’ve been saving it for tonight. And I uh…already prepared so…” Your cheeks burned as brightly as his when he confessed that. “That’s fine by me, birthday boy.” You smiled as his button up fell open.

Toned muscles from his shoulders all the way down to his waist. “You truly have such an incredible body.” You stepped forward, finger tracing along his collarbone before moving to his chest. “I know it’s your birthday, but I have one request.” You looked up at him through your lashes, finger lightly ghosting his nipple before moving down to his tense abs. “Anything.” He sounded breathless already.

“Keep these pants on while you eat me out. Your ass looks wonderful in them.” You also wanted him to feel constricted, unable to satisfy his urges due to the tight material. “As you wish.” He closed the distance, lips crashing to yours as you pushed his shirt off him the rest of the way. He tasted like the fruity cocktail drinks Mitsuri had ordered him, but also of the whiskey shots Tengen kept buying him. It was a bizarre but addictive mix when it was coming off his tongue.

You moaned shamelessly as calloused hands squeezed your waist, pulling you up with ease. Your legs locked around his waist, hands moving from his shoulders to his face. Your bottom hit the cool wood of your dresser a moment later. “S-shit…here?” Saliva kept your lips connected, a vigorous nod making his hair puff out around him. Your bed was quite literally behind him, but Kyojuro seemed to have something entirely different in mind.

“No time to waste.” He pulled away despite your protests, warm lips traveled along your neck and shoulders. Pausing only for a moment to slide your bra straps off before continuing lower. You barely even realized he had unhooked the clasps, not until he tossed the frilly garment off to the side. “I’d love to enjoy you in this cute little outfit you got on…but I’m impatient.” Your laughter turned into a moan, Kyojuro’s lips suctioned around one of the perked buds.

“Oh…” you brought your hand to your mouth, trying to stifle any noises. “Now you know better than to do that.” The glare he gave you was deadly, your hand fell away from your mouth moments later. “I-I don’t think you’re going to be able to do much a-at this angle.” His lips were traveling lower, cruelly choosing to neglect your other breast. “We’ll figure it out, do you have no faith in me, baby?”

He was trying to rile you up on purpose, all in hopes that you would go rough on him when it was his turn. “Y-you know that’s not…oh…” he had pulled your thighs up, shifting you into an awkward position. Though you were far too aroused to actually acknowledge the discomfort. “We’ll make it work.” He smiled at you before nipping at the skin above your panty line.

“Don’t worry about these.” His teeth clenched down on the lacy material, tugging it down and ignoring the sound of delicate fabric ripping. “K-Kyojuro!” You really liked those panties, at the sight of your wobbling lips he smiled. “I’ll buy you a new pair, hell I’ll buy you a new pair and three backups.”

You nodded, eyes focusing to where the lace hung lamely around one thigh. Your cunt was completely exposed to him now.

“Look at you…you’ve been thinking about this all night. Haven’t you?” He ached to touch you with his fingers, but he was using both hands to fully support your weight. Had he let go, it was likely you’d hit your head on the mirror or hurt your back. So he admired from a distance until he got out what he wanted to say. “I have. I was hoping you’d pick the choices you did.” You laughed softly as he lowered his head, breath fanning across you.

“Mmm…you always think ahead.” Your smile faltered as Kyojuro placed a chaste kiss on your cunt. He repeated the motion over and over until he felt your thighs trembling with anticipation. “So pretty…” he cooed, eyes locking with yours as his tongue slipped between your folds. You squirmed under his gaze, his tongue moved at an agonizingly slow pace. Kyojuro loved to take his time when he wanted to rile you up.

His tongue dragged from your clit to your entrance and back again, once again repeating the motion again and again until you were begging. “Please…you’re being so mean.” Your head fell back, brushing the cold glass behind you. Kyojuro said nothing, just continued licking up and down your slit. Your things were trembling, walls clenching around nothing as you tried to chase the orgasm he wouldn’t give you.

Finally, as tears threaten to spill down your cheeks, Kyojuro moves with more intent. As much as he wanted to tease you, he simply couldn’t push himself to deny you of something. That goes for just about everything. Finally, his lips suction around your clit. A low, breathy moan tumbled from your lips as each suck felt like your body was struck with electricity.

“I-I…” your attempts to reach your peak suddenly came back to haunt you. You were extremely sensitive to his sudden harsh attacks. “K-Kyojuro!” You wailed softly, it was almost too much to bear. His tongue lavished your pulsing clit, alternating between that and sucking just to hear you cry. “Gonna…” your toes curled, entire body tensing as your orgasm made you cry out. It was nearly too much, your hips jerked away from his mouth but his hands kept you in place.

You expected him to slow down, even pleaded with him. But Kyojuro didn’t stop, he only worked faster. The build up from your orgasm didn’t fizzle out, it kept going. It was enough to make stars cloud your vision as it nearly turned painful. Yet it was somehow still building. “I…it feels like…” you wailed softly, panic ebbing up your body as you realized what it felt like. You felt like you were about to burst, it made you tense up completely.

Kyojuro wanted to stop, wanted to tell you it was okay to let go. He knew if he stopped, he’d lose what he was working towards. His only option was to keep going, hoping you’d understand that he wanted it. The thing is, he’s made you squirt before. But it’s usually been while he was inside of you, you barely ever noticed until after. “Kyojuro…I…I think I’m gonna…” your face was turning hot.

He only hummed, sending vibrations straight through you. That was just enough to cause the cord to snap. Warm liquid sprayed from you, legs tensing in his grasp as your hands sought for something to ground you. Your ears ring for a moment, apologizes tumbling from your lips as Kyojuro lapped everything up. Finally, he stopped. One more chaste kiss was placed on your now swollen cunt. “How was that?”

He smiled at you, chin glistening in your arousal. “Good…” you could barely think straight, as if the alcohol you consumed earlier finally caught up to you. “Are you ready to satisfy me, baby?” He set your legs down slowly, pulling you into a sitting position and rubbing any soreness from your back. “Always.” It was breathless but full of promise. Your lips met in a slow kiss, Kyojuro dragged one hand down to press against the bulge in his pants.

“Feel that? All because of you.” He sighed with a bit of relief when some attention was given to his neglected cock. “I’m so honored.” You kissed him again, sliding off the dresser and landing with a small thump. “Take these off.” You motioned to his pants, “I’ll go get your prize.” You nearly stumbled as he let go of you, your legs felt like jelly. “Careful there.” He teased softly, undoing the button of his pants as he watched you make your way to your shared closet.

“Now tell me, birthday boy. Do you want me to prep you or do you want to prep yourself?” You smiled, butterflies filling your stomach as you pulled the strap on out. It was hot pink, something that made Kyojuro laugh the first time he saw it. It was one of the dual pleasure ones too, similar to a rabbit vibrator. “I was thinking no prep.” You nearly dropped it. “No prep?!” Your eyes were wide, full of disbelief.

“I don’t think I can wait, you know I’ve never been opposed to a bit of pain…we’ll just use extra lube.” Kyojuro was standing by your bed now, fully undressed and waiting. His cock stood proudly, precum leaking from his tip and sliding down his length. “Alright then…it’s your birthday after all. Get on the bed.” You smiled, watching him eagerly crawl onto your mattress. “How do you want me to take you?”

You made your way over, opening your bedside table drawer and grabbing a bottle of lube. Instead of answering, Kyojuro got on his hands and knees. “I see…how cute.” You were always surprised by your boyfriend having such a perfect ass. Honestly it kinda got on your nerves just a bit. You slapped him, the sound echoing off your bedroom walls as he whimpered. “Fucking hell, keep making sounds like that.”

You popped the lube bottle open, lathering a small amount on the part that would be in you. Your hand hit Kyojuro’s ass cheek again, you wanted to see a hand shaped welt there. Another whimper, his face slightly buried into the mattress. You crawled onto the bed as well, it was quite foreign to you that the roles were reversed. “Tell me what you want me to do to you?”

You inserted the toy into yourself slowly, walls immediately clamping around it. You mentally thanked yourself for choosing one that vibrated. “I…I want it rough, I also don’t want you to touch my…cock.” Kyojuro swallowed before continuing. “I want you to make me cum by just…pegging me.” His cheeks were scarlet, eyes clouded with lust as he looked back at you. It was quite the sight to behold, how lucky for you.

“As you wish, birthday boy.” You dumped more lube onto your hand, rubbing it along the length of the toy before positioning it at Kyojuro’s entrance. “I’ll go slow for you.” You pushed in slowly, surprisingly there was only a bit of resistance before the tip slipped past. A breathy gasp slipped past Kyojuro’s lips, eyes widening as he realized it would be a painful stretch with no prep. “Shh, you’ll be okay.”

You rubbed soothing circles on his muscular thighs, pushing in further. “I have a surprise for you once I bottom out.” Your hips moved slowly, inch by inch the toy buried inside of him. It was a total of 8” inches in length, more than enough for a beginner. Honestly it was probably too much. Though, Kyojuro would never admit it and he’d never tell you to stop. “Almost there.” He had been nearly silent the whole time, you didn’t realize it was because he was holding his breath.

You bottomed out a moment later, hands leaving his thighs to brush his hair back and poke his cheek. “Are you alright?” His face was sweaty and flushed, eyes looking far away. “Mmhmm…full.” Kyojuro was struggling to form coherent thoughts, this was his first time being so full. “Are you ready for the surprise?” You reached down for the button on the toy that would start the vibrations. “Sure…” his words were even slurring.

A second later, his eyes shot wide. You nearly doubled over, the vibrations only had one setting, and the setting was intense. “Oh…d-do you want me to k-keep it on?” Your grip returned to his waist, this time you had something to ground you. “Yes please~” he was loving it. You took that as a sign to start moving as well. It was your first time ever being on top, it took you a handful of seconds to find a good rhythm.

“Is-is that good?” Whines and moans were tumbling from his lips, drool slowly leaking out the corner. Kyojuro made quite the attractive bottom. “Yes…just like that…you’re doing so well…” he groaned as you picked up your pace, out of the corner of his eye he could see your chest bouncing in effort. His dick was twitching, begging to be touched. Yet Kyojuro managed to keep his hips up and his hands away.

You - on the other hand - knew what you were looking for. You wouldn’t be satisfied until you found it. You felt sweat dripping down your temple, you never realized how much of a workout sex was. Then, finally you found it. A shameless moan slipped past Kyojuro’s lips, his hand coming up to slap over his mouth as his other arm gave out on him. “Found it!” Your voice only made him turn redder.

A shudder passed through him as you drew your hips back, gliding across his prostate for a second time. You watched as Kyojuro’s hands tightened around your sheets, jaw clenched in order to keep his mouth shut. “Don’t hold back on me.” You repeated a line he used often with you, a smile tugging at your lips as you grabbed a fistful of golden hair. “Make pretty noises for me, birthday boy.” You cooed against his ear.

You slammed your hips forward again, your own walls clenching and sputtering around your end of the strap. “Fuck!” Kyojuro’s head was being held up by your fist, you leaned forward despite the difficulty. “That’s it…more.” You found yet another steady rhythm, pounding into him despite your hips whining in protest. You’d never used them this vigorously before. “Are you close?” There were tears dripping down his face, his chest was heaving as if he was the one doing all the work.

“Y-yes…” you could only imagine the pleasure he felt, albeit you could see it. “Cum for me, birthday boy.” You smiled, sweat dripping down your cheek as you tried to maintain your rhythm. He could feel it, without even touching himself he was going to cum. For a moment he almost regretted putting this off till his birthday. “Shit…” his eyes shut, body tensing as he spilled his release onto his stomach and your sheets. He didn’t even realize he was that close.

You could feel your second orgasm approaching, forcing your hips to slow. You rocked into Kyojuro, working him through his orgasm while you chased your own. “S-stop…please…” he whimpered, the vibrations were making his cock twitch back to life not even seconds after coming. “Not a chance…” you huffed, letting go of his hair.

“I’m not done with you yet, birthday boy.”

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Rengoku Kyojuro x M!Reader

(fluff, angst, and comfort)

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It was bizarre to be here with the others. He felt so human compared to everyone that was here. Sure, he had his own powers and sure he was able to stay there in line with everyone else, but that didn’t mean he didn’t doubt his abilities. A soft breeze flowing through his hair as he looked up at the sky. It was a nice day out, it was early evening and the sun was slowly setting. He sighed to himself, he wondered why he was here alone. He hated to be anywhere alone.

He moved and he sat in the soft grass, he brought his knees up to his chest and he wrapped his arms around his knees. He was glad that it warm out this evening, considering he knew that he would catch a cold if it were any chillier outside. He took another deep shuddering breath. He didn’t know why he was so emotional. Maybe, it was because he was stressed. Everyone was on missions, and sometimes he would be left behind without a single word. He wanted to join, but these demons were hard to face and the others worried about him. He was sure that maybe Rengoku would speak for his abilities but that wasn’t the case. He showed the same concern, and that bothered him somewhat. He felt a little like he wasn’t meant to be here.

He wondered what Rengoku was up to. He knew that the other man wasn’t on a mission unlike the many others. He was sure that Rengoku would visit him, but that happened to not be the case at the moment. Little did he know that the fiery and flamboyant man was staring at him from a distance observing his solemn and gray mood.

Kyojuro had been watching his lover silently. He made sure to stay hidden. At first that wasn’t the goal, but he wasn’t expecting the other to be so upset. He wondered what was the matter, and he was sure that he would find out soon. He didn’t want to see his precious blaze saddened by doubt. Kyojuro had his arms crossed against his chest as he observed. He finally had enough when he could see that the others mood had worsened. He walked along the soft grass, it was becoming dimmer and dimmer as the sun was setting over the horizon. Kyojuro stepped closer to his lover and he crouched down. Kyojuro brought a hand up, and set it on his head.

“My flame, what has you so saddened?” He asked quietly, softly like a warm blanket. He looked up at Rengoku slightly startled, but he could sense the presence of the other the second he could hear the soft crunch of the grass. The man looked at Rengoku and he gave a sad smile. He loved when Rengoku would use pet names, it was cute quality even if it was embarrassing at time.

“I just feel like I don’t belong…” He uttered his answer back to the other.

Kyojuro felt his smile fade, and his heart lurch. He couldn’t believe such cold words. He moved and he wrapped his arms around the other. He held him close to him. He let his chin rest on his lovers head. He shook his head. He wouldn’t let the other think this way. “My love, please do not say such things. You are a wonderful person and you belong here. You are very strong and brave. The bravest person I have ever met besides myself.” Kyojuro said, his hands rubbing over his back.

He liked being close to Rengoku. He smelt like burnt wood, and being in his arms was wonderful. Even though it was warm, it felt even warmer being in the others arms. He wrapped his arms around him, when he heard the sweet words from his lover. He smirked, a light sniffle coming from him. “I wonder sometimes how someone like you loves me. But I am glad that you do, Kyojuro.” Kyojuro smiled at his lovers words. He leaned back so he could place his forehead against his.

“It’s because you set my heart ablaze. I love you very much, and that will never change.”

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rengokus-blazing-blog · 5 months

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I am writing Arc 7 of ‘Before He Left’ and I think the chapter will be around 15k-20k words. I may have to divide it in two sections. Right now I’ve written 6k words …. Please look forward to it ❤️‍🔥

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the-wisteria-house · 5 months

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The arrangement (Rengoku x reader) - Chapter 8

You finally have an opportunity to enter Shinjuro's study and are able to report the little findings you make to Kyojuro. Though a request from him leaves you frazzled and desperately scrambling to find a way to cover the truth, and your shame. When delivered with your finding's Kyojuro is offer his insights on what it could possibly mean, as he's on his way to the next mission. Though he doesn't have much time to rest after as he's unexpectedly led to a ghost from the previous generation's past, what he has to say Kyojuro can't begin to wonder.

warnings: Mentions of alcoholism, general neglect, mentions of blood, and canon typical violence.

It seemed most days recently your relaxed form could be found on front engawa leaning against one of its many pillars as your eyes scanned through the latest novel suggested by Senjuro, and approximately at the same time every few days the sound of booming footsteps would approach from the inside of the manor, and each time they sounded off you knew they meant the same thing.

'This is it.' you thought as the shoji door quickly slid open with excessive force that somehow wasn't enough to rip it off its flimsy tracks.

"I'm going into town; I need more sake!" The familiar irate voice of the oldest Rengoku had your eyes lifting from your novel.

"Oh dear, is your headache still present, Lord Rengoku?" Your brows creased with what was truly concern, but unobvious disingenuous suprise. Your ever soft voice was completely absent of any traces of anything that could hint at your ulterior motive. This after all had been what you were hoping for.

The man only mumbled something unintelligible as he made his way to the gates of the estates, the slight shake in his hands didn't go unnoticed as you watched him struggle to pull back the lock that secured the gate. You knew better then to approach the man though, after how he responded to your last attempt three days ago.

You sat silently for a few moments after he left after he finally managed to unlock the gate to. You couldn't risk premature movement to be what foiled your plan.

The truth was you had been patiently waiting for this moment ever since that night you had that conversation with Kyojuro.

"(Y/n) I don't want you to feel pressured into doing something you're uncomfortable with, but my father will let his guard down the next time I'm absent for a mission, and as it stands, he is unaware that you are equally opposed to a forced union as I am."

You looked at the male with skepticism but also a sense of understanding. You understood quickly what he was trying to get at as it had been a thought of your own, " I'm assuming you want me to somehow get into his study and find his correspondences with my mother, or anything else that could fill in the blanks?"

He nodded in conformation as his autumn like orbs bore into your own with the upmost seriousness, "Yes but only if you're comfortable and sure it's safe to do so. If no opportunity arises or you've discovered you've changed your mind, I assure you I will find another way to unearth the truth, so please do not hesitate to reject my idea." He added firmly while lightly squeezing your hand that somehow found its way into his own at some point during your late-night walk. Kyojuro wanted to make it clear to you that you had complete autonomy in this situation and would be the one to make the final verdict whatever that may be. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel forced to do anything you weren't comfortable doing; he was more than ready to take the difficult rout if it meant putting your mind to ease.

You found yourself looking down to where your hands were joined then up to his eyes that were watching you with an emotion you couldn't name, and in that moment as the cool breeze drifted by you both, you knew you what you had to do, "I appreciate your care Kyojuro, but I should do it. As it stands, I'm here more, and I will be given far more opportunities to compile information. It's the most logical course of action." You said, resolve firm.

So here you were, about to enter the Rengoku Patriarchs office after having watched his movements closely for a good two weeks; more than ready to get to the bottom of things not only for your sake but for Kyojuro's as well.

As you slid open the shoji door the first thing that caught your eye was a western style mahogany desk that sat in the center of the room. The desk was messily covered in paper's and a thin layer of dust. You chose to start your search there, only to quickly realize that all thw papers were unfinished mission reports from a few years back. 'Was that when he decided to retire, was that when he completely lost his will to fight?' You wondered solemnly when you found nothing more recent.

Realizing at that point the desktop was filled with nothing of any use you turned your sights to its many drawers. Each drawer looked much the same: stuffed to the brim with even more unfinished reports that spanned even farther back, 'How had this man been able to stay a Hashira so long when he never turned in his reports? Was he that strong, or was it because his family served the corps so long?' You couldn't begin to wonder as you glanced at the clock that hung proudly above the room's doorway. 'Good,' you thought cooly, 'I still have time to get through one or two of the filing cabinets.'

Theere where four cabinets that lined the back of the room, theses where far easier to search as they actually seemed to have some form of organization. Your callused fingers quickly, albeit efficiently skimmed through the folders, revealing each end tab for a fraction of a second before moving along to the next. You only halted after the sight of a familiar name caught your eye and had you back tracking a file or two.

The ink was smudged a considerable amount, but you managed to make out that the file tab seemed to read 'S-04 (H.P.M) PTR: S.(L/N)' You hastily open the file but are only met with an old, small, and completely unsalvageable water damaged photo. The photo appeared to have once been a proud black and white image, but now the white was replaced with a dull yellow color that you realized was the same stain that marked the rest of the file and was the cause of the smudged ink.

"Damn it Shinjuro, you had to go and spill your damn sake on this folder out of the hundreds here?" You bitterly asked as if the man were there to answer, before picking the photo up for closer examination and placing it gently back in the file. There was no way you'd be able to tell what the image once was. Why had he even bothered to keep it at that point?

You went on to look through the other files, hoping that they might reveal what was missing from the one with your surname.

One file you came across was titled 'S-04 (L.R.M) PTR: H.Yoshida', entailed an overall successful mission where Shinjuro and a lower ranked slayer dispatched a hoard of female demons that had been capturing young men. The file after that was titled differently though, 'A-04 (H.R.M) PTR: J.Kuwajima' The reports in that file entailed gruesome descriptions of how a lower moon had taken over an entire village and enslaved its inhabitant. The mission took the lives of well over thirty slayers and more than a hundred civilians, before two Hashira- one of which was Shinjuro, were called to action and dispatched the demon.

You reached for the next file which when the sound of Senjuro politely greeting his father was heard, stopping in your tracks. You paused to listen for a moment to listen to realize that they were both outside the house before quickly putting the report back where it belonged and shutting the filing cabinet.

You made your way towards the exit and just as you were about to pull open the shoji door a large, framed photo caught your attention, it looked to be a photo of Senjuro and Kyojuro along with a similar looking male in his mid-twenties. This caught you off guard, the boys didn't have an older cousin, they hadn't even know that they had an uncle until recently, and there was no way that that could have been Shinjuro, the male was too young. Even then something didn't look quite right about the boys, but before you could pinpoint what the sound of the outside gate shutting had you briskly exiting the study. You'd decided your curiosity wasn't worth getting caught.

You made your way down the long corridor before you rounded the corner leading into the main area. You found yourself face to face with the Rengoku patriarch and in his battle worn hands was the typical sake jug. He was looked particularly vexed. Though you knew not to take it to heart as it was to be expected with the withdrawal he was surely facing after you cut of his sake supply, "Welcome home Rengoku-sama." you bowed just as respectfully as you had each time her returned before, "How did your trip to the Market go?"

If it were possible his mood seemed to sour even more at that question, "That damn old woman wouldn't stop harassing me each time I go it to town. I don't see why you or the boy couldn't go get the sake, you could have saved me the hassle of dealing with her and her dimwited questions!"

You only shook your head and gave the older man a firm glare, "Senjuro is far too young to be handling sake even if vendor holds no issue selling to him. I also refuse to allow him or I to contribute to your bad habits. As it stands, I take care of the boy and while I do, he will not be purchasing any sake until he is old enough to understand the consequences misusing it may have."

You didn't know if it was the fact that he was sober, or that he was exhausted, but the man didn't even attempt to refute your statement. He only glared at you as something akin to shame filled his eyes, before he roughly brushed past you mumbling something incoherent under his breath.

As you watched the older man angrily walk down the hall and into his room you couldn't help but breathe quite a sigh of relief, before grabbing some bread out of the kitchen and making your way to your own room.

As expected Kyojuro's crow was sat patiently waiting for you on the desk in the corner of the room when you entered.

"Hello Kaname, how are you? Did you enjoy the bird seed I left out for you? I see that it's all gone." You gestured to the small shallow dish that laid on the seal of the window which the bird had entered through. You wondered if he even gotten through the window before indulging in the seed. Much like his owner the crow seemed to have quite the appetite.

"Yes, it was TASTY, as my master would say! Speaking of him, he sent me here to let you know he should start his journey back within the next few days if all goes well, as well as to inquire about you know what." The bird trailed off lowly before pointing a sharp talion towards the stack of unused writing paper Kyojuro had left for you before his departure, "While I do fairly well at keeping track of information. I don't want to miss anything when reporting your findings to my master, so It'd probably be best for you to write him a letter so nothing of importance is overlooked."

You immediately felt your throat tighten, and a sudden relentless heat spread across your body, "I understand your thought process, but I believe it's best not the leave any evidence, there wasn't a lot of information anyway. I found a file with my surname empty of all but a water damaged photo. The title on the file was: 'Sp-04 (H.P.M) PTR: S.(L/N)'. I believe (H.P.M) means something about the risk factor, but oddly enough I couldn't find another file with that same code."

You held your breath as the crow stared at you blankly with a tilted his head before nodding in agreement, "Alright (Y/N) I will report your findings to my master." The bird then took off without another word and you felt yourself relax a fraction.

You had been able to push off needing to write during your time here at the Rengoku estate, and thankfully since you could read quite well no one expected a thing, but that moment had been a harsh wake up call. You realized that some point you'd be forced to come clean about how far your lack of a quality education truly went.

It's not as if you couldn't write at all, you could write well enough to take someone's order at work, or a simple shopping list for when you went to the market, but beyond that you were lost. So, you could forget about ever possibly writing a letter.

That was one of the largest and only grudges you held against your mother, but then again, some days you supposed the little money your father had left her was probably better spent on her cigars. She would have been a worse monster to deal with otherwise. At the end of the day you also supposed you should be grateful she allowed you to stay in school until you were eight, at least by then you were old enough to use what you had learned to teach yourself further. In turn you were able to work in jobs were reading and quick math skills were needed.

You grimaced at what could have been your fate if you hadn't been able to make enough to support yourself and your mother. More than likely she would have married you off sooner, and probably to a much older man who was like-minded to herself, or even worse she could have sent you to work in the brothel in your hometown. Now that truly would have been a crueler fate.

The brothel's owner's cruelty made your mother appear almost saint like. She made her yūjo sign long contracts that would span at a minimum five years. Though as you though back on it only a few girls ever made it to the end of their contracts. One could only fulfil her contract by marrying a customer who paid off their debts and housing fees or completing the five-years originally agreed upon. The third and unorthodox way to escape the binding contract, was to commit ashinuke with a customer, and not pay off their debts in the hopes of escaping their miserable lives in the brothel. Many of the younger girls went this route and were never seen again, but for the more senior workers who could no longer collect a livable wage the most common way out of a contract was simply suicide.

You remembered when you were desperate for work as a preteen the owner of the brothel hired you to clean up the aftermath of such an incident after the body was removed, and buried who knows where. It was a truly gruesome scene, you learned just how much blood a human could produce that day. The girl's dried blood puddled on the floor and large splatters lined the walls, to be frank the room looked more like a murder scene then that of a woman who'd taken her life after being drowned in years of agony.

It took you hours upon hours of work to clean, but those hours steeled your resolve to be of use to your mother, you couldn't end up like that poor woman had, you wouldn't allow it. How lonely she must have felt in those final moments...you never wanted to know that agony.

You cleaned two more scenes like that after that before thankfully finding a stable job elsewhere, much to the brothel owners begrudgement.

So, while there was clearly a web of things being hidden from you and Kyojuro, which didn't make this situation ideal, you were far happier now with the Rengoku's then you were in your hometown, with that future as an ever-looming possibility for you. Here you had Senjuro who you could care for and was great company, and you also had Kyojuro's kind smile and vibrant personality. You couldn't stand the idea of losing that if Shinjuro learned the truth, along with the sad and pitiful gaze Kyojuro would surely give you when he learned you couldn't do something as simple as write. Though you know you couldn't blame them if they chose to cast you aside, how could an uneducated woman be the wife of the Flame Hashira? You would ultimately be a blemish on their family and taint the proud line of Hashira that came from the Rengoku family...

With these anxieties eating away at you, you tossed the piece of bread on your desk and searched for your coin purse. Once you found the beaten down pouch you hastily readied yourself for a trip to town.

Once you exited the house you announced to Senjuro who was sweeping that you were going to the market. Though uncharacteristically you made no attempt to invite the boy who only nodded in confusion as he watched your Kimono drift lightly in the autumn winds, as you left the estate.

"Ah, welcome back my feather friend!" Kyojuro felt his smile slip a fraction when he saw no parchment strung to the crow as it landed on his sleeved forearm, "Ah, I'm assuming (Y/n) wasn't able to enter my father's study?"

"Actually, she was, but she saw it unwise to send you a written summary of her findings, so I'll tell you what she said instead!" The crow said before nudged his beak into the breast pocket of the Hashira's uniform in search of food, which Kyojuro wordlessly offered.

After the crow finished his well-deserved snack Kyojuro listened carefully as he reported your findings, and only once Kaname had finished the man chose to speak, "I am unsure of what the code (H.P.M) stands for, but this is what I believe the rest meant: S:04 means summer of 1904, after that is usually the risk factor, then the name of the partner on the mission. Though, if (Y/n) found a picture in the file that means It could be a misplaced personal file of my father's, which would explain why I don't know the code (H.P.M) and in that case PTR could be someone who's not a co-worker, but of relevance to whatever the file entails instead, though I'm not saying this is the case. To be frank my father wasn't well organized in the years after my mother's death which unfortunately was shortly after that file was dated, so I'm sorry to say I'm unsure what it could truly be." The man looked up in thought then continued, "After you've rested tell (Y/n) what I've told you along with she may proceed in her search if she sees fit, or she may wait for my return. The choice is completely hers." Kyojuro's gaze was filled with unwavering conviction as he staired into his crows dark beady eyes which bore right back into his own golden ones.

"Understood Lord Rengoku!" The crow swiftly made his way up the Hashira's sleeve before coming to rest on his master's broad shoulder, this in itself wasn't unusual, the crow would often rest on Kyojuro after long flights, but the calculative gaze in the birds eyes was, "Lord Rengoku, I have a question?"

"What is it Kaname?" Most would have been put off on the bird's close proximity and unwavering gaze, but Kyojuro only rubbed a finger under the crow's chin gently as he briskly made his way down the dirt path.

"What do you think of (Y/n)-San?" Kyojuro's halted in all movement's before turning his gaze to give the nosey bird an incredulous look.

"Why do you ask Kaname?" The young man quickly schooled his expression and continued down the path when the bird's dark eyes met his own. To be frank that was about the last thing, Kyojuro had expected the feathered creature to ask. He'd heard from his fellow slayers about their Kasugi crows being quite the gossips, but it had seemed Kaname chose not to subscribe to such actions, well that is until now.

"You've been acting different since she started living with your family."

A hearty laugh bellowed from deep within Kyojuro's sturdy chest, "Is that so?" His laughter faded when he realized the crow was still staring at him, and that he was completely serious.

"Yes." The crow answered plainly, clearly not sharing his master's humor. It was then he realized he wouldn't be escaping until he gave the bird a satisfactory answer.

So Kyojuro sighed and answered honestly, "I'm astonished at how caring and compassionate she is, especially with Senjuro. She's truly the best of women. That is what I think of (Y/N) (L/N)."

The crow only nodded in understanding at his master's words, seemingly content with that reply as he went back to munching away on his bird seed.

"What do you think of (Y/N), Kaname?" Kyojuro asked after the bird had completely run out of snacks and turned to look at him in silent ask for more.

"I really like her! She gives me bird seeds and salmon; she would make a great mate!" The bird's feathers puffed up in excitement at the idea of having bird seed and fish along with the general spoiling you've provided over the past 2 weeks.

"I'm sorry-what?" The color drained from Kyojuro's face as he helplessly stammered, completely and utterly horrified at what he believed the crow was implying, "Kaname- I- she's a human, you- well you're a bird!"

The crow whipped his feathered head up to look at the hashira and his little beak fell open, "No a mate for you! CAW! CAW! Not me! CAW!!CAW!!" Kaname seemed even more horrified at the implication than Kyojuro who'd had at this point broken out in a flustered blush.

"Oh... Well, In that case I'll see what I can do my feathered friend." The young rubbed the back of his neck as his cheeks cooled. He decided it wouldn't hurt to humor his faithful companion.

The moon and her proud pale beams bore gently upon Kyojuro's content features as he swiftly made his way through another desolate village towards its outskirts.

His mission a few towns over had been a successful one, and thankfully had a happier ending than most. Kyojuro had saved a charming family of five shortly after entering the village, and they'd all managed to escape relatively unscathed. A warmth filled the Hashira's chest as he thought back to the loving mother and father along with their three soft spoken boys.

Seeing the mother's relieved cries as she tightly embraced her sons and the grateful smile the father flashed Kyojuro as he stroked one of the boy's locs, undeniably struck a chord with the slayer. It was happy moments such as that which made his job worth wild.

In that moment the Hashira believed nothing could sour his joyous mood, not the light tension in his shoulders, or the tired stinging that clung to his eyes, not even the dry painful cracks the cold Autumn air seemed to bring his battle worn hands each year dampened the males spirt. There was only a few more missions Kyojuro knew he'd have to complete before he'd be home with his own family once again, and he found that though quite exhilarating. He'd be able to hear your and Senjuro's quite chatter in the morning, he'd see one of your rare soft smiles as his younger brother excitedly told you about the latest recipe he'd found, and Kyojuro would be able to watch his father's gazes become clearer and hold less anger as the hours he went without sake went on. That was a sight he wasn't sure he could handle fading away; it was truly all Kyojuro wanted for his father.

This sprung a new line of thoughts in Kyojuro; What did family now meant to him? Kyojuro found himself taken aback when he came to the realization that his image of family had changed quite drastically when you entered his life, more so small parts of him had changed as well, but what did that mean? Did that mean that you were now a part of that picture?

Kyojuro's mind felt as if it were moving a mile a minute, as he searched though his memories of you for a particular instance of where things had shifted, but before he could come to a conclusion a soft harmonious pinging silenced the stresses that plagued his mind and caught his attention instead. He realized quickly that he would have surely missed the sound if there had been people bustling about. His hearing sadly hadn't gotten much better in the years after his first mission, despite the doctor claiming it would. A busted ear drum was something the man said wouldn't need medical intervention, but as Kyojuro listened to the almost inaudible pinging, he couldn't help but laugh light heartedly at his poor luck. Kyojuro was able to continue to listen to that inchingly familiar sound, thankful he'd came to this town well after midnight where there was not another sole to be found, and he stood there silently until he realized just why it had caught his attention, 'That sounds just like the wind chime Mother kept on the engawa.'

Kyojuro's eyes drifted shut as he listened to the familiar harmony and an old memory, one he'd long forgotten slowly drifted back to him. He once asked his mother why Senjuro always fell asleep when the wind chime would sound.

"The sound of the wind Chime's means prosperity is among us Kyojuro, because of that your brother knows we're safe and he can rest peacefully without worry." His mother said as she rocked the small bundle that was a newborn Senjuro back and forth as a soft pinging travled in the spring breeze.

At the time Kyojuro couldn't understand how a baby could know all that, but didn't question his mother, she was an adult after all, maybe she knew something he didn't? It was only years later after he packed the wind chime away that he understood the comfort it had brought both him and Senjuro, but he'd rather have had to deal with Senjuro's cries instead of his father making good on the threat of breaking the glass fixture. To be frank he had not a clue where he could have possibly put the once beloved wind chime, but he took comfort in knowing it was safely packed away from his father's rage. He hoped one day to be able to hang the chime once again the help his own children rest peacefully, but he knew as things were that was a pipedream more than anything else.

The blond-haired man opened his eyes and slowly found himself following the steady melody. He wasn't entirely sure why he felt the need to follow the soft harmony, but had a feeling if he didn't he'd regret it.

After weaving through countless streets and alleyways Kyojuro found himself before a small shop that had an array of different types of glass wear hanging from the rafters of its porch, but as his gaze moved along the establishment, he saw that no wind chime seemed to be present.

"You better not be planning on robbing me boy." The gruff and sudden voice had Kyojuro turning his attention to where he saw an elderly man standing defensively. Kyojuro quickly realized he must have come from the back and around to the front.

"Hello Sir! I can assure you I am not planning to steal anything from you. I just though I heard the sound of a wind chime coming from your establishment! It reminded me of one my mother owned when I was a child." The Hashira said with honest and friendly smile that had the tension slipping out of elderly man's shoulders. The man then turned and walked towards the back of the shop wordlessly, leaving Kyojuro confused as he watched.

"Are you coming young man? The chill is getting to my old bones, since I now know you're not here to rob me you can join me for tea." the man paused and looked over his shoulder with a raised thin grey brow, despite the man clearly being on in years his eyes were crystal clear as he gazed into Kyojuro's with a familiarity that confused the Hashira. They'd never met right?

"Yes sir!" the blond replied enthusiastically as he followed the older man inside. Curious to see what the man had to say.

The inside was filled with even more glassware. Though these items ranged from colorful blown glass to expensive China.

"Been a long time since I've seen a Demon Slayer in this village. Even longer since I've seen someone who's looked like you." The man stated before looking at Kyojuro grimly, "So what brings you here young man? Who's died now?"

"No one you should know. It was a few villages over; I'm just passing through here to get to my next mission." Kyojuro's polite tone seemed to comfort the older man who released a heavy sigh.

"Good, the last time there was an attack in this village it was a horrid massacre. I'm one of the few still here who remember still that day." the man sat which allowed Kyojuro to get a better look at the man. He realized instantly the man wasn't as old as he originally thought, now that the man seemed to be at ease he looked only to be in his early to mid-fifties.

"Your earlier comment has me curious. If you don't mind me asking, you mentioned people who look like me, what did you mean?" Kyojuro's owlish stair seemed to go right through the older male, who only staired back blankly.

"You're going to want to make yourself comfortable young man, this will be a long story. I'm Seiko Kaneshon by the way." Kyojuro flashed the older male a smile which was returned in kind.

"It's nice to meet you Kaneshon-San, I'm Kyojuro Rengoku! I have till morning light before I have to be on my way, so please take your time."

"It's nice to meet you as well Rengoku-san. The story start's almost thirty years ago. Two slayers came to this town to investigate a string of disappearances you see."

Kyojuro nodded along, his undivided attention on the man before him, why did he have a bad feeling about this?

I hope you all enjoyed! You're going to want to buckle up for this next chapter, because it's not going to be a happy one. If you have any thoughts, or predictions as to what future chapters might entail, please do share it's always fun and helpful to see what other's think! Translations Seiko: Holy and Truth (according to a baby naming website lol) Kaneshon: Carnation

Tashio era secret

Author: Hello (Y/n)! This is your first time here, right? Y/N: Hello, and yes, it is. Um, what is this exactly? Author: Well, here we talk about anything we aren't really going to cover in the story! Y/N: Story, what do you mean? Author: (Sweat drops in breaking the second wall) Uhhhh nothing you need to worry about! Y/N: Alright... Author: So, we know what your least favorite job you've had is, but was your favorite job? Y/N: Definitely working under the doctor. I learned so much, it was quite disheartening when she had to leave. Author: So how long did you work for her? Y/N: A year, I was fifteen when I first started and was turning sixteen when they left. Author:I see, I hope you're able to see her again, I can tell how much you care for her. Y/N: As do I, but I fear that isn't likely. I wasn't able to stay in touch. Author: *Nodds in understanding* Well that was today's Tashio era secret. Thank you for tuning in and thank you (Y/N) for sharing your story. See you all next time! last chapter Next Chapter:Coming soon

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