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thepaperpanda · 2 years

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A Haircut || Kyojuro Rengoku x reader

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Summary: Flame Hashira is in desperate need of a haircut after returning from a successful mission.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1024

Pairing: Kyōjurō Rengoku x fem!Reader

Authors: Cass & Fenrir A/N: a creation I found on Instagram served as inspiration for this fic ❤️ ~ Cass

You knew he'd be late, really late, but that didn't keep you from waiting. All you wanted to do after returning from a mission not long ago was see your love and mentor.

Since everyone else at Rengoku estate had fallen asleep a long time ago, you decided to sit on the egawa and read the book you bought on your way back. The weather was pleasant, and the soft light from the lantern made the wait bearable.

Kyōjurō's heavy footsteps could be heard on the porch. He walked slowly to the door, trying not to wake anyone, until he noticed you, sitting comfortably on egawa. "Y/N, is it late and you're not sleeping?"

"I couldn't wait to see you in the morning. I just missed you too much," as you said this, you lifted your head from the book and blinked, your brows furrowed. You were used to seeing him return in poor health; fighting demons wasn't easy, but this was the first time Kyōjurō looked like that. He stood there in front of you, his left cheek cut and still bleeding slightly, but what surprised you the most was that the hair on the same side was cut in a strange way. With his hair so uneven, he looked odd. "What occurred?"

"Nothing special. As you know, demons can be nasty," he smiled and pressed his hand against his bleeding cheek. "Don't worry, my hair will regrow and the cut will heal."

"I've been worried about you since the first time I saw you," you told him as you rose to your feet. "Let's go inside and deal with this cut."

Rengoku followed you inside, albeit reluctantly. "It's not necessary, Y/N."

"It is necessary for me. It's still gushing," you told him as you rolled your eyes, sitting him on the tatami mats. "It needs to be cleaned and covered. It'll only take a second."

He sat in the room, expecting you to come back with something to clean the cut on his cheek.

You soon returned with a small box containing everything required to treat his injury. You pressed a disinfectant-soaked cotton ball against his cheek. "It's a shame it also got your hair..."

"Apparently, sharp claws can have a very wide reach," Kyōjurō joked, shaking his head slightly. "Don't be concerned, it'll grow back soon."

"You should get a haircut then," you concluded with a smile. "I'm not going to let you walk around like that."

"No," he said, shaking his head with a wide grin on his lips. "This gorgeous, magnificent hair isn't going anywhere."

"Kyo? I adore you and your hair, but you look ridiculous in this. Because the demon only got to the left side, I cut your hair a little on the right side to make it even," you shrugged slightly, finishing with the wound by bandaging it.

"Not going to happen," he said as he rose from his seat and crossed his arms across his chest. "You must obey my words, Y/N, I am your mentor."

You gave him a gentle facepalm before looking up at him. "You're also my partner, and I don't want you acting like this. Kyōjurō, that looks bad."

"It looks good, and please don't cut my hair with scissors."

It was difficult to believe what he was saying because his left side had a large chunk of hair missing while the other side was nice and long. You nodded softly, there was no need to argue with him about it at that hour. "If you insist."

"I'll agree to it if it makes you happy."

As you stood up, you smiled. "I'll go get some scissors and a comb. Don't be concerned. I'm not going to cut all of your hair. You will look just as good with short hair as you would with long."

When you left, he mocked your tone, saying, "As perfect as with long hair." Rengoku trusted you with all of his heart, no matter how unhappy he was with his decision.

You returned a few minutes later with a mirror and other items you required. "Sit down and allow me to work."

He complied with your request. "Just be cautious with it. My hair is the most beautiful in the world. When did you return, by the way? Do you have any sweet potatoes? I'd eat something delicious."

"They are, as Tengen would say, flamboyant. Don't worry, I'll be cautious," you sat down next to him and began to gently comb his hair. "I returned this evening, arriving earlier than expected. Thanks to your instruction, I believe I am making progress. Senjuro specially prepared some sweet potatoes for you."

"What a wonderful, wonderful news!" He exclaimed enthusiastically. "When we're finished, we'll have a nice meal to share while we tell stories."

"Oh yes. I'm starving because I waited for your return with my meal," you nodded, grabbing scissors. "Are you prepared?"

"No, but let's have it done, because I'm tired and hungry," Rengoku said.

"I promise to be cautious. I'm not going to cut off your ear. I think," you made a joke and kissed his cheek before beginning to work on his hair. It hurt to cut his hair because you loved it so much, yet it had to be done.

You made the back shorter while keeping the front even and longer. Of course, you didn't dare to touch his adorable ponytail. When you were finished, you patted his shoulder. "Are you ready to see the final result?"

"No, but I'd like to get it done. Please show me the results."

You sat in front of him, rolling your eyes, and picked up the mirror. "What are your thoughts?"

Kyōjurō examined his new hairstyle carefully in the mirror. Actually, it didn't look so bad, but he knew he'd need some time to adjust. "Approved. You did an excellent job."

With a wide smile on your lips, you blushed. "I'm overjoyed you like it. You look stunning!"

"Thank you," Kyōjurō said as he wrapped his arms around you and rubbed his nose against yours. "You did an excellent job. Now! Let's eat something delicious!"

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lilyisfrozen · 2 years

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Beautiful

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You’ve been having a hard time as of late, falling apart in the comfort of your husband. Among everything said the night before, you expressed you weren’t feeling beautiful. Well, it’s morning, and he’s determined to prove you wrong.

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auraee · 2 years

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- 𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕪. -

❁ 𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖 - I should have been writing something else, I really should have. Just earlier today I was making lunch and my brain was like "Oh my god, what if-" and here we are. This little short story is pretty fluffy and suggestive, so if you're alright with that -

❁𝖧𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀!❁

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The moon’s frosty glow shone proudly into our bedroom through the glass balcony doors and windows, rivalling the mellow bedside decorative candlelight that melted beside me, filling the room with its sweet coconut scent. Sighing, I lifted my gaze to outline the contents of the room. My eyes traced the few art portraits and cute photos that hung delicately from the pearly walls. At the bottom of the sepia accented wall was a cute little hazelnut sofa with a cable stitched blanket draped over it from the centre - perfect for cuddling. The heating of the room felt wonderful, that alongside the bath that I took not long ago relaxed my muscles, swelling my pleasure as I nestled snug into my oversized worn tee. My attention was then taken back to the balcony doors, peering through it led to a breathless view of the flickering garden lights, twinkling softly amongst themselves like stars and lighting up the colourful patch of flowers that swayed in the middle.

Work had been long, excruciatingly long, but fulfilling. Now that I have gotten past my writer's block (the means that got me rid of it was…well) I practically flew through writing the chapter. My editor almost did a cartwheel when I showed her what I had written, gushing over the detailed emotions and rawness of the intimate scene that I painted. When she asked me how I got it done so suddenly after holding back;

…I couldn’t tell her the truth.

Nevertheless, I got back into my groove - this time, happily typing away on my laptop. Meanwhile, my boyfriend was singing - pretty well actually, in the shower just a little down the hall. The beats of his playlist slipped under the door and out into the open. It sounded like he was having the time of his life in there - I didn’t even know his voice could get that high.

Abruptly, the door opened further from its ajar state, steamy fog spewing out as it did. Next came the music, much louder than it was previously and then the man himself, in nothing but a towel. Kyojuro stood in the middle of the hallway, his messy ardent hair bobbing in time with the music causing dripping beads of water that fell down to his pecs, joining the several others racing down the rest of his toned torso to see which droplet could reach his pelvis first. I took note of his facial features - the visible, kissable dimples that creviced his cheeks from smiling so much. The elated twinkle in his eye that he got when he was jamming to his tunes - it was quite the cute spectacle. Kyojuro swayed his hips with the rhythm, a firm grasp on the centre of his towel, his bicep tensed, and with my gaze travelling down I was met with two jutting veins from under his honeyed skin.

Well… now he’s both cute and sexy.

He paid no mind to the world around him, not even noticing my ogling while he continued to sing along with the song playing. Missing a few words here and there, but he definitely had the spirit. The sight flushed my face with furious heat. Even though I had seen him like this several times before it never ceased to have this heart-thumping effect on me. He makes me so shy it frustrates me. I’m already timid as it is, but he makes it so many times worse!

With a lot of work, I tore my eyes away from Kyojuro’s godly physique and re-adjust my focus to the document in front of me. “Just one more paragraph…” I mumbled internally.

I had only gotten another sentence written when my train of thought was interrupted, “Love,” called out Kyojuro, slipping on his slippers and shuffling into the bedroom, “I thought we talked about bringing work to bed.”

There was a soft scolding tinge in his tone as he spoke to me, “How are you going to get sufficient rest if you don’t allow yourself to? It’s not healthy to work all the time, even if the thing that you’re working on is your passion. You need to rest.”

I knew he was right, and we did talk about this, but still! Clasping my hands together, I puckered my lips up into a plump pout to make my plea, “I Know, but there’s this-”

Disregarding my protesting, Kyojuro took a seat between my thigh and the rest of the bed, the walnut wooden frame groaning under his weight. In that same movement he placed his other hand on the bedding just off my other thigh, closing the distance between us, “What did we decide on?”

“...Not to bring work to bed.” I grumbled, shifting slightly on the bed sheets, growing nervous at his sudden proximity.

“That’s right.”

“But if I just complete this paragraph!”

“You can complete it tomorrow, baby.” Kyojuro insisted, his voice shifting to more concern. He adjusted his towel again before resting it on the back of my laptop. “Save your work. You will have time to do it tomorrow. When you are working.”

I pulled my gaze away from Kyojuro, to think, nibbling at my lower lip as I did so, “I suppose so…”

Kyojuro then reached for my chin, his thumb tenderly grazed my lower lip, somewhat tugging it free from my teeth, “No, you are going to do it.” he urged, “You are going to rest tonight because you deserve it!”

I sighed, finally caving in. That response promptly dealt me another jovial grin from my goofball partner, “Alright…”

“Great! Now, stand up!”

A squeal involuntarily left me as Kyojuro took my hands, pulled me from the bed and into his chest,“What? Why?”

“You are going to dance with me! My bathroom playlist is still going, Mariah Carey is on now!”

“...You have a bathroom playlist?”

Kyojuro’s spirited laugh rang to all four corners of the room, twirling my figure under his arm and coaxing me to move in time with his body.

“Yes! I have a set playlist for a myriad of things! Cooking, working out, and so on!”

I, in turn, side-stepped awkwardly, “Ah, Kyo… I don’t know. My body isn’t as, you know, moveable…” I chuckled, “I’d rather watch you!”

Kyojuro shook his head giggling, once again ignoring my protests, “Your body doesn’t have to be anything! I just want feel you move with me, flower!”

Warmth swept my figure again at Kyo’s words, but I shyly agreed to Kyojuro’s delight.

Fantasy by Mariah was playing, her voice bounced off the walls, giving the ambiance of the dimly lit room a sweet, care-free air. Over time, I gradually let go of my embarrassment, dancing along and laughing at Kyojuro being a cheesy dork.

“Oh, when you walk by every night! Talkin' sweet and lookin' fine!” Kyojuro sang enthusiastically, simultaneously turning rhythmically to smack himself on the butt, “I get kinda hectic inside! Mmm, baby, I'm so into you! Darlin', if you only knew! All the things that flow through my mind~”

I nearly teared up from laughing at this new spectacle, not to mock him, but in appreciation to get me to go along with him.

So naturally, I did.

“But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby.” I sang giggling, continuing the duet, “When I close my eyes, you come and take me ~ on and on and on, it's so deep in my daydreams. But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby~”

“There you go,” chimed Kyojuro, continuing to dance, “You look stunning, _______!”

My lips puckered up into an appreciative smile as I shut my eyes and finally got to the groove of the music. I rocked my hips from side to side, bobbing my head in time while running my fingers down my curves, feeling the soft fabric of my tee rise up my brown skin in the process. Unbeknownst to me, I felt a hand reach lightly tug at my wrist and pull me towards a chiselled abdomen. Under the allure of the coconut scented room, a rough, calloused hand sandwiched the plush of my thigh between its fingers, enticing me to follow the rocking hips of the man humming behind me. Then, following the first arm, the second returned to my waist to hug it tightly. A shuddering warm breath brushed over the exposed portion of my shoulder, lingering there for a moment and in the next a seedling kiss was then planted, followed by various tantalising others.

I hummed at the affection, bashfully basking in my love’s appreciation of me. I reached up to massage Kyojuro’s humid scalp, with him returning a muffled groan as he continued his tender assault. The song was teased to end, the remaining seconds of the melody lingered in the air, when suddenly my eyes snapped open.

“K-Kyo?” I stammered, almost voiceless between hot breaths.

I got a carnal, playful hum in response.

“I– think your fantasy fell and your reality is poking me…”

“Hm?-- OH!”

- 𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕘𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 -

❀ 𝔸𝕟 𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖 ⚘ ꕤ 𝕀𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 ⚘ ❁ 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕟

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southside-otaku · 2 years

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You

Are

My Sunshine ☀️

You

Make Me

Happy 😊

When Skies Are Grey

Happy birthday darling❤️‍🔥 May 10th

#you’ll never know dear #how much i love you #please don’t take my sunshine away #demon slayer #Kimetsu no yaiba #rengoku kyōjurō #rengoku kyoujuro x reader #happy birthday #anime birthday #art is not mine

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neesieiumz · 2 years

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up and coming works — May 2022

[title to be announced] -street racer!suguru geto

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release date: May 7th 2022

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[title to be announced] - pro-hero!Dabi

One shot

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release date: May 21st 2022

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[part two to stretch me out.] [title to be announced] - bodyguard!kyojuro Rengoku

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release date: May 28th

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dan-i98a · 12 days

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I can't help it, just look at him!

#rengoku #demon slayer #kyojuro rengoku x reader #rengoku kyoujuro #rengoku kyojuro #demonslayer #headcanon #kimetsu rengoku #kny kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku

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yuki2sksksk · 1 year

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AYO what have you done to my three favorite Hashiras? 👀

#demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #anime #drawing #digital art #y/n #kny x reader #reader #x reader #demon slayer x reader #kocho shinobu #rengoku kyoujuro #gyomei himejima #kyojuro x reader #shinobu x reader #gyomei x reader

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leakyweep · 11 months

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Being Pregnant with Rengoku’s Baby Headcanons <3

So, Rengoku is already very protective and passionate when it comes to you.

Being pregnant makes it about 10,000 times worse.

Every morning, he’s up before the sun, waiting for you to wake up from your morning sickness. He puts a cushion where your knees go in front of the toilet, patting and rubbing your back softly and whispering,

“It’s okay, love. Let it out. I’m here for you.”

He already has tea and a warm blanket ready for you as you head back to bed.

Before you can even ask him for things, he’s there. It’s honestly kinda scary and you think he may have ESP. There’s no way he knew your cravings that well... but he did. This man is very intelligent, and a trained demon slayer. He can come back with what you wanted to eat quicker than you could say his name.

As you move further along and start to voice your anxieties about birth, he’s instantly holding you, stroking your hair, listening to everything you have to say with earnest. He always says the kindest things.

“I may not know what it will feel like, my darling, but I promise i will listen to everything you say and be here for you any way I can. That is my duty as a husband, and my desire as your soulmate.”

You instantly start crying from hormones as he smiles softly, continuing to hold you and whisper sweet things in your ear.

At night, he helps your aching back by holding up your belly for a few minutes at a time. He also LOVES LOVES LOVES talking to his baby through your belly. IT’S SO CUTE.

He contemplates everything about the baby with you, whether it be their personality or their looks. He knows they will be as beautiful as you, he assures you every time.

“Perhaps my ancestors will pass down my fiery hair..!” You two laugh, promising to let your child eat as much spicy shrimp tempura as they want.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer fanfiction #rengoku kyoujurou #rengoku kyoujuro fanfiction #kimetsu no yaiba headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku x reader #rengoku x reader headcanons #demon slayer x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #anime #anime fanfiction #anime headcanons #rengoku kyojuro headcanons #liv writes

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irisintheafterglow · 8 months

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so are we all just missing rengoku a little extra today because "win stupid prizes" just had an influx of notes

#to be fair i miss him everyday #iris rambles!#rengoku kyoujuro x reader

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muzanswaifu · 2 years

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Alpha!Rengoku x Omega!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, fluff, a/b/o, alpha/omega, sexist, misogyny, gender-roles, yandere-ish, obsessive, lowkey harassment, dub-con, heat, rut, breeding kink, knotting

KNOCTOBER BITCHES

A/B/OCTOBER 😈🍆

Okay this is just a little drabble after going on that rant ab wanting more abo demon slayer content but wouldn't Rengoku make the perfect alpha?

Okay not peeeeerfect, but you catch my drift, he'd definitely be the type of alpha to think that omegas need to be taken care of by a proper alpha and that omegas are too small and delicate to defend themself, his ideals a product of his old fashioned upbringing

So imagine his surprise when he meets you, an independent, doesn't-take-shit-from-nobody omega who couldn't care less that dangerous people lurk about in all corners of the world

Given, you do work at a small little cafe in a pretty nice part of town, but it still worries him how carelessly you walk around with no protection, a beautiful omega such as yourself should be mated already and kept under the protection of an alpha who can support you financially and physically

You take his lecture of such things... less than kindly, kicking him out the cafe angrily and yelling at him to never come back, he's upset by it but grateful for the opportunity to take in your scent, such a delicious one that has him feeling light-headed and dopey

For the following months, he makes sure to stop by the shop every now and again and at closing time to make sure you're ok, you get quite angry when you see him but he finds it endearing, he especially enjoys getting to know you and how you came to be so liberated

It's a few weeks in when he starts to notice the subtle change in your scent, far sweeter and growing in strength, and not just that, your sweatier too, skin glowing a bright red as he walks you home, when you snap at him to leave you the hell alone, it just makes him more worried, but he's glad he kept you company tonight, especially when four suspicious individuals emerge from the alleyways throwing slurs at you

omega slut

filthy bitch

heat girl

You stop him from tearing them apart, instead fiddling with your purse to whip out a can of pepper spray and promptly blasting them, Kyojuro takes your hand and flees from the scene before the second-smoke can hit your eyes

Thankfully he knows the way to your house as you're essentially useless with how woozy you are, and rushes you through the door and onto the couch, sitting you down on his lap, he feels your forehead for temperature, boiling hot

Clearly you must have some sort of illness, possibly the flu, he expresses his theory to you which prompts a slow shake of your head before droplets of tears pool down your cheeks and you start to sob, panicked he tries to console you, promising to get you some medicine until he pauses with the wetness that soaks through his pants, he flinches away thinking you've pissed yourself until the sweet smell finally hits him

O god, he realizes, you're in heat

You seem to sob harder as you see the realized expression on his face, screaming at him to get out, but he's frozen in place, his own instincts coiling around him and taking hold of his thoughts

Take. Breed. Mate.

He swallows the urges down, pulling you closer and promising it'll be alright, he at least needs to stay to ensure you're alright (even if he can't have you)

You settle down quickly, dozing off into his chest as your hands knead at his chest like a little kitten, if he listens closely he can hear you purr in your throat, eventually you mutter at him, something about taking you to your nest, god just hearing it nearly breaks his self-control but he forces himself to comply, to be the good alpha he holds himself up to be

He holds his breath as soon as he enters the room, shutting his eyes closed as well to get away from the absolutely perfect nest you've crafted, so soft and fluffy that he has no doubt you'd be able to raise several pups in it without a flaw

But being the self-assured omega you are, you tug at the man until he falls into the nest with you, you quickly crawling about to reposition the blankets and pillows around the two of you until you're caged in

As you lay on top of him, your pants soaked through and dripping onto him, he realizes he can't do this anymore, he doesn't trust himself enough to not rut you if he stays, he has to leave, but you trap him in, growling each time he tries to leave or excuse himself

When your irritation bubbles over and you actually bite his neck, right near his scent gland, he can feel the exact moment when he loses himself

You yelp as he flips you over, his neck quickly buried against yours as he begins to scent you, aggressively, He expects you to fight him as he starts tears both of your clothes off but gets the opposite reaction as you whine and wrap your legs around him to hump at his growing bulge

He makes sure to scent every part of you, ignoring you cries at him to bitch you, he takes specially care at the sex of you with which he takes deep, gulping breaths, relishing your delicious scent and how much slick is rushing out of you, it tastes even better than expected, sweeter than the fruit of life and far more quenching as he drinks you in like he's starved, your pathetic whines increase tenfold as you cross your legs behind his head in some search of relief for the pit that growing in your stomach, but even as you come, in less than a minute he might add, the pains and cramps only increase, your stupid, omega instincts in search for the one thing that can ease your suffering - his knot

You beg at him to knot you and give you pups, so many that it makes you sick, you want his cum, all of it, you want it so bad it hurts, it makes you sob when he ignores your pleas, continuing to lick and suck at your gushing cunt like it's all he'll ever need, but you catch him off guard when you kick him back, throwing him on his back and earning a harsh growl from him that makes your omega cringe in submission, but you push past it, crawling between his legs and salivating at the perfect length that bobs in front of you

You can see the knot forming at the base already, hot and throbbing as it pulses with his every breath, you can't stop yourself from leaning forward and nuzzling into it, happily breathing in the strong scent of his musk that such a strong alpha can produce, you hear him groan when you take one of his balls into your mouth, wanting to get him properly pent up so he'd be able to breed you for hours, you rotate between the two, occasionally breaking off to suck and kiss at his knot

When he finally grows impatient, you give in completely to his hold when he tears you away from his cock to throw you into a breeding position, face down and ass up, a dumb smile on your face, as his massive length pushes into you with one quick thrust

He fucks hard and fast, pounding you harshly into the bed and messing up the perfect positioning of your nest, but you can't bring yourself to care as your needs are met with each powerful thrust into your pussy

You sob as his knot begins to push into you, your breath ceasing as you wait for the moment it finally locks inside of you, and when it does catch, your hormones force you into the most powerful orgasm you've ever experienced, the high bleeds on as his seed spills inside of you, filling out your belly in hot gushes and making you drool into the sheets, clenching yourself on repeat to milk him of what you need

His head clears slightly with the orgasm, his eyes focusing with the adrenaline rush, he almost feels guilt at the sight of you bruised and smushed underneath him until his hears your babblings of fill me up, alpha, please, alpha, need it, give me more

And just like that he's hard again, a fresh rush of cum sloshing into your belly thickly, your tongue spilling out to pant

It becomes a blur of fucking, knotting, breeding, somehow you both manage not to mark each other's necks but that doesn't stop either of you from rutting each other's brains out, milking every knot until you can't even move anymore, too sore to ride him or even move your hips as he uses your cunt like a cocksleeve, slamming your hips down on his while he lays down for a much needed rest, when you inevitable whimper from need for reprieve, his teeth graze upon neck, framing your throat in a wordless threat to rip it out unless you stayed put

But your body was weak, succumbing to unconsciousness the moment his knot popped into you again to empty his balls

You didn't mean to go into heat, you took every damn suppressant and pill that existed to avoid it and its always worked

until an alpha barged into your life and insisted he keep you company with his big, stupid muscles and bright, stupid hair

God, you hope your pups had his hair, oh god you want them all to be exactly like him - pretty, strong, and smiley

Even unconscious you can feel how warm and thick his sperm is inside your tummy, you brain praying that you birth control was effective while your body prays that his seed takes and makes you a momma

Oh god, please don't take.

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certifiedjaeger · 2 years

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↳ Rengoku x Fem Reader

Word Count: 3.3K

Warnings: 18+ content, oral sex (both male/female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie 🥧, rengoku may or may not eat you out after cumming inside of you lol……

Notes: Hi, I wrote this really fast and it’s not really edited that well so bear with me lol 🤭 anyways! this is a little piece about taking Rengoku’s virginity after Tengen desperately asked you to help out his friend. Enjoy!

For years now, you’ve heard tales of the great feats of the Flame Hashira. You’ve heard stories of how strong, how determined, how brave and noble he is. You’ve heard it all – You’re no stranger to the hero that is Kyojurou Rengoku.

He is something that legends are made of.

Which is why when a certain overzealous husband of your friend, Makio, approached you the other day in the hopes of helping out a certain golden-haired hero in the *ahem* intimacy department… you almost couldn’t believe it.

How can somebody as amazing as him have never indulged in such pleasures before? How on earth could he be so inexperienced? How could he have never even been touched by another at all? Surely, he has women throwing themselves at him all the time, surely he has had many offers from those wishing to be his lover, many desperate souls trying to claw their way to his immaculate body. It was too hard to believe that that wasn’t the case.

But, it appears that it is. Well, at least, according to Tengen.

You aren’t a desperate soul, but you are smart. You’ve heard of his charm and good looks. You’ve heard of how handsome the Flame Hashira is. Which is why you had eagerly accepted Tengen’s offer when he came to you with his request. Honestly, it would have been ridiculous to turn down such an opportunity.

But would he be shy? Would he be eager? Boring? Awkward? Rude? You wondered as you waited on the plush bed of the spare bedroom in Tengen’s villa several days later.

~~~

“Uzui, you are a good friend! And I have always trusted you! But I have to admit… I’m not so sure about this,” Rengoku speaks in his usually eager voice, only a hint of unease infiltrating it, as the two men walk down the lengthy hallway. “I will not tolerate anybody doing anything that they don’t want to do.”

“Oh come on, you’re way too old to have never felt a woman’s touch before. You’re a Hashira, for crying out loud, it’s embarrassing,” the bigger gentleman cries out dramatically, making Rengoku look around to double check that they are, in fact, alone. “Plus, nobody’s making her do anything that she doesn’t want to do. She was more than happy to accept your offer on my behalf,” he smiles deviously.

“I never requested anything from anybody – this was your own doing,” Rengoku reminds his pushy friend.

“Look, you’ll be thanking me later, so just go along with it. Get off of your high horse and quit being the noble Flame Hashira for at least an hour or so, ‘kay?” Tengen stops in front of the door where you await his inexperienced friend. “Actually… you probably won’t even last that long,” Tengen snickers.

~~~

It all happened so fast. A couple of minutes ago, Rengoku was walking down the hallway with his friend and now, he’s sitting on the edge of a bed, watching as a beautiful woman he has never seen before kneels in between his legs.

You’re so confident in your movements that it almost takes his breath away. You’re so sure of yourself as you take his pants off of him, as you touch him. You’re so lovely, so beautiful, so self-assured, that all he can manage to do is to sit there and let you do whatever you want with him.

“Is this okay?” You ask, wrapping your hand around his length as he rids himself of his top.

“Y-yes!” He tries to remain his normal, cheerful self but can feel his resolve slowly slipping away with every small movement of your fingers.

“Good to know,” you smile slightly, licking your lips as you do so. “And how about this?” You hold his length tightly and move your hand up toward the tip of his already hard cock.

“Y-yeah,” he breathes out, his voice wavering in its normal enthusiastic tone as he watches you intently.

“And how about…this?” You ask through feigned innocence.

His hips buck up as your thumb grazes his slit. His eager nod confirms that yes, that is definitely okay, too. The look on his face gives you the feeling that you could do just about anything to him and he would be more than happy about it. Your smile widens – you realize this is going to be a lot of fun.

Some precum appears at the top of his flushed tip and knowing that this will most likely be okay, as well, you decided to lean forward and give it a little kitten lick. His breath catches in his throat and his eyes daze over a bit as he feels his body somehow tense and relax at the same time. He’s never had anybody touch him like this before. He has hardly ever touched himself like this before. And now here you are, sucking on the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around it as you push more of his length into your warm mouth. You take all of him in as your nose hits the soft gold and red curls near his skin, and he swears that you may actually be an angel.

He’s never imagined anything feeling this good before. He’s never imagined experiencing anything this heavenly before in his life. His hips start to buck up again, his hips mindlessly beginning to pick up the pace as he starts to rut his cock into your mouth. He shuts his eyes and lets the pleasure your mouth grants him take over.

But it isn’t enough. He wants more, he needs more.

He pulls you off of his now throbbing cock and looks at you for a moment, a wild fire settling in his eyes as he stares deeply into your own.

With arms shaky with desire, he still manages to be gentle as he helps you up and meekly moves your body toward the bed. He hopes you’ll get the hint since he doesn’t know if he has the courage at this moment to ask you for what he wants.

But he knows exactly what he wants.

He’s had urges for years now. He’s thought of this moment for so long, but it had always seemed like some far away dream that would never actually happen. But now that you’re here, so willing and so happy to please, he feels that he needs to take his chance now. He needs to grab onto this opportunity and let his body do what it had been screaming at him to do all of these years.

You lay down on the bed, but that isn’t enough for him. He turns you around on your stomach silently and raises your hips into the air, and of course, you happily oblige the pent-up man. He stares in wonder as you drip from your core. His cock twitches and he swears that he never knew it was possible to feel so much lust in his veins.

He steps forward and places his large hands on your hips, his cock leading the way as it nears the one place it desperately wants to be. Just a few more inches and he would finally know what it feels like to be seated deep inside of somebody. The thing he’s spent so long imagining, the one thing he scolded himself for thinking about when he knew that he should have been focusing on training or bettering his skills.

But he’s only human, after all. And he can only control his urges so much. His hand during the late hours of the night every couple of weeks or so could never truly suffice. And now that you’re here, warm and dripping and ready to be filled–by him of all people–he feels that he may be dreaming again.

“I-Is this… okay?” He somehow manages to get out through eager, hushed breaths. It’s odd, he thinks. He’s normally very confident and cheerful. But you have done something to him. He feels desperation flood his veins, he feels it fill every part of his body.

“I’m waiting,” you respond in a sing-songy voice, wiggling your hips a bit.

He swallows dryly and moves closer. One more inch and his tip would know what it feels like to touch another person’s wet heat. His cock that had only ever been covered by his hand would be surrounded by your warmth, it would be covered in your slick. And that thought alone makes his cock twitch, his length slightly bobbing from the movement. His fingers dig deeper into your skin and he pushes forward.

The tip of his cock inches into your heat and he lets out a shallow breath. It’s tight. And it’s so… warm. He stills for a second before slowly moving in all of the way, stopping only when his pelvic bone meets the soft flesh of your ass.

It’s nothing like what he imagined. It’s infinitely better.

The muscles in his arms tense and his hands hold the sides of your hips tighter. He closes his eyes and takes a moment to relish this feeling, to try and memorize how heavenly it feels to have part of his body engulfed in another person’s soft warmth. He’s never felt so comfortable in all of his life before. The softest beds and the warmest clothes could never compare to how it feels being fully seated in you.

Releasing one last breath, he opens his eyes and they are a wild sight. He’s had a small taste, and now he knows that his body needs more. He swiftly pulls away from your body, his cock almost falling out before he then pushes himself back in. Heated tingles run along his length and a small groan slips from his lips. He does it again. And again. And again. And then, all of a sudden, he isn’t able to stop. This feeling is too much.

His lower abdomen tenses with every fast thrust of his hips, his cock driving in and out of you as if with a mind of its own. He now understands all of the comments, all of the jokes, all of the talk about why people enjoy sex so much. Tengen had always been going on and on about it. He would try not to listen because of how lewd it was, but would fail every time. He never understood.

But now he does.

He’s always considered himself to be a kind, well-mannered man. But it’s as though he’s become somebody else. It’s as though something wild inside of him has taken over. Something ingrained into his very being–something fiery and passionate–has come to take you. It has come to make you lay down and be submissive to him. It has come to make you his.

He feels like a beast as he mounts you and repeatedly drives his cock in and out of you; as though he were an animal and his primal instincts have taken over. Something inside of him is telling him that he needs to do this to you. Something inside of him is blinding him and filling his head with a haze, telling him that he needs to put a healthy amount of his cum deep inside of you.

He always wants to feel like this. He always wants to feel like this. He always wants to feel like–

An explosive pleasure suddenly takes over and he feels his cum drain from his body and shoot out from his tip. His hands desperately hold on to your hips as his cock twitches, shooting warm spurts of cum deep inside of you.

He lets out one last lengthy groan, feeling the pleasure begin to dissolve, before opening his eyes and taking in his surroundings. His heavy breathing fills the otherwise quiet room and he feels himself beginning to regain his composure. What had just happened to him, he wonders. He definitely wasn’t himself.

“Well, that was fast,” you speak up, distracting him from his thoughts.

“I’m sorry, my lady?” He knits his brows together as he continues to breathe heavy.

“I had wondered what this would be like and it was just fast, is all,” you look back at him, feeling his cum begin to drip out of you as he reluctantly pulls out.

“I-I’m sorry. Was that not pleasurable for you, too?” Worry tinges his voice as he looks at you with concern in his eyes.

“No, it definitely was. It just takes a bit longer for me to reach my peak, that’s all. Don’t worry,” you smile at him, hoping to calm his nerves a bit.

“Well… how can I assist you in… reaching your… “peak”?” He asks innocently and you raise your brow at him.

“You really have never pleasured a lady before, have you? It’s no easy feat, you know,” the corner of your mouth lifts into a small smirk as you tease him.

“I can assure you that I’m a fast learner,” he replies genuinely as his breathing begins to calm a bit, his earnest tone and eager expression now warming your heart. “If you are willing to show me, I am willing to learn. Not only that, I’ll go above and beyond your expectations,” he says excitedly with a smile.

“You sure you can keep that promise?” You raise a brow at him.

“Ha, of course! I have slayed many demons, I have overcome many obstacles! Surely, I can do this.”

“Okay… then I want you to clean me up,” you turn around and lay on your back, spreading your legs for him to see the mess that he’s made. He stares at your heat, his fiery eyes staring unabashedly. “With your tongue, that is.”

He whips his head up and stares into your eyes, his mouth opening as he questions whether he heard you correctly or not. “With my…? Wouldn’t you prefer a soft cloth?” He questions.

“It’ll feel better with your tongue,” you reach a hand down slowly and begin to smear his pearly cum all over your folds, watching as he stares at your movements, a small blush appearing on his face as he blinks and nods his head slowly.

“Y-yes, okay,” he kneels down on the bed, eyes never tearing from your heat. “If that is what you wish.”

He inches his face closer to your heat, looking at the mess and feeling almost a bit guilty at the state that he’s left you in. He moves his head a bit closer before pausing and looking up at you, almost as though waiting for you to say it was okay.

“Go ahead,” you say. “Please.”

He hears slight anticipation in your voice and he wonders if this is how he would help you reach your “peak”. He leans in and gives a tentative lick up your folds. Some of his cum, as well as your slick, gathers on his tongue and he swallows, brows knitting together as he tries to decipher the taste. He’s never tasted anything like it before, but all he knows is that he likes it. He gives another lick and then another and then another–

And then he hears a moan escape your lips.

He pauses his movements and his head shoots up, his eyes widening as he realizes you like the feeling of him licking you like this.

“Why’d you stop?” You look down at him, pouting.

“This feels good to you?” He questions with genuine curiosity.

“Yes! Now please continue,” you pout again, reaching your hand down and taking a fistful of his hair, gently pushing him toward your heat.

“Haha! What a feisty one, you are!” He exclaims with amusement before happily giving you what you desire.

He pushes his tongue against your folds with more pressure this time, using his strong muscle to swipe upward with more strength and feeling encouraged when he hears you moan above him again.

“Yes, just like that– and pay more attention to the part at the top,” you direct him with eyes closed, feeling heat begin to pool in your lower abdomen again.

But then he stops.

“Why at the top, if I may ask?” He questions and you sigh.

“Because that is where my clit is.”

“Clit?”

“Wow, you really don’t know anything, do you?” You mumble under your breath, hoping that he doesn’t hear it. “Yes, this,” you say louder, grabbing one of his fingers and placing it to your clit, “this little thing right here, it feels really good when you give it lots of attention, okay?”

“Got it!” He exclaims before leaning down and passionately sucking on your clit, making you cry out loudly. The sudden strong sensation is like being knocked backwards, and even though it’s a surprise, god, it’s a welcome one. You can feel how close you are and you swear that if he stopped now to ask another question, you would scream. But he doesn’t. No, he pulls your clit into his mouth and gives it several little heated licks, sucking and licking and giving it extra attention just like you had instructed him to.

“Yes! Now put two fingers inside of me,” you eagerly cry out. “Just like you did with your cock, move them just like you did before,” your voice sounds strained as you begin to feel delirious from the overwhelming pleasure of his tongue.

Thankfully, he does just as he’s told without questioning why and positions his fingers at your entrance, pushing them in just as he had earlier with his cock. He drives them in and out of you; the motion coupled with his tongue’s movements making your body feel on fire. He feels amused and excited as he hears eager sounds leave your lips, your hips beginning to move around as he continues doing exactly what you had told him to do.

“Keep going,” you yell desperately. “Don’t you dare stop,” you groan loudly. “Keep going, keep going, keep going–”

You cry out, feeling something inside of you snap as your veins flood with white-hot pleasure, his strong tongue and thick fingers working together to send a wave of electricity throughout your body. You let it wash over you. You relish in the feeling. You try to memorize every sensation from his tongue and every movement of his fingers before the pleasure starts to dissolve in your veins and you begin to come down from your high.

It seems that he’s taken your instructions too literally, however, as he continues his feverish movements, not catching on to the fact that he was now starting to overstimulate you.

“That’s–ahh!–that’s enough, Rengoku,” you pull at his hair lightly. “No more!” You plead as he effectively stops and looks up at you with brows knitted together.

“Does it not feel good anymore? Am I doing something wrong?” He asks worriedly.

“No, no,” you say through heavy breaths. “That felt really good. But continuing after you reach your peak can sometimes feel like too much,” you say through exhausted lips, falling back to the mattress as you try to catch your breath.

After a few moments, you hear his familiar earnest voice speak out, “So, I did good then?”

“Yes,” you sigh dreamily. “You did very good.”

“So then, we can perhaps continue after you’ve had some time to recover?” He asks eagerly. You knit your brows together at his words before looking over at him.

“Continue?”

You look from the happy smile on his face down to his cock that’s already fully hard again, precum beginning to dribble down the length of it as he sits on his haunches.

“Oh,” you comment, feeling a pang of warmth hit you again as you take in the sight. “Yeah,” you breathe out, “yeah, we can continue.”

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Burnt food

There are no warnings...

Oh no you finally did it. Your father in law was too drunk to care probably would eat out. But you still had to feed your brother in law and husband. Said husband was almost home you know this cause he sent his messenger crow earlier saying he was eager for a home cooked meal. Now you and senjuro were looking at the pots with burnt food.

"Oh senjuro what are we gonna do rengoku will be home soon?"

"I could run to the restaurant and get some food there and bring it back in a flash" he said setting his broom to lean on a nearby wall.

"Oh yes please I will welcome your brother home as he arrives home" you whispered covering the pots as senjuro ran to the nearest restaurant. You removed your apron and hung it on the nail rengoku pounded into the wall before he left.

Rushing to fix your clothing and hair you could sense his overpowering aura approaching the family home. The sliding door opening and him stopping to remove his shoes.

"My flame? Senjuro? Father? I am home" his boisterous voice boomed through the house rushing to great him. You ran straight into his arms.

"Welcome home my love" he grunted at the impact but remained rooted to the ground.

"What a wonderful welcome my flame" he whispered pushing on your shoulder for you to stand straight and look at him. He caressed your cheek and passed his thumb on your lower lip. You needed to make a distraction until senjuro came back with the food. Grabbing his hand and pulling him forward in a haste he almost stumbled. Hurrying through the halls you pulled the protesting hashira behind you. "My flame what's the matter?"

"Need you now" you urged him into your shared room. Closing the door behind you. Not glancing to him you unfurled your shared futon pulling the blanket away setting your pillows for you both to lie down. Finally glancing to your husband he had an amused look as he carefully placed his nichirin sword down. He removed his haori folding and placing it on the chair.

"My flame is very eager for me" he whispered coming closer to you "although I do wish I could have some of your home cooked meals right now. I as a husband, as your husband I must oblige my wife's desires." Untying his obi he let his garments fall from his figure. Carefully laying you back onto the futon he passionately started kissing you.

Senjuro returns

"Nee san I'm home ..." He ran in with bundles filled with bentos. Stopping he noticed the shoes at the entrance. "Oh damn he is home" senjuro whispered rushing to the kitchen to stop his normal cheerful brother from doing something stupid. However, the kitchen was empty. "I wonder where they are?" Searching through the house the only place they could be is their room he thought mindlessly wandering towards your door. Hearing the floor boards squeaking to a rhythm and hearing you giggle a little he did a roundabout turn back to the kitchen. After some time he decided he would eat his bento and go take a nap.

Rengoku and you were finished with your love making. With you currently exhausted and sleeping in pure bliss. Rengoku still felt hungry so he.put on his home kimono and headed to the kitchen to see what you have prepared. However, he was greeted with bento boxes and your pots still covered over the cold fireplace. Curious he opened the lids of the pots and to his surprise there was food in it. *Why would they buy bento?* he thought to himself. Upon closer inspection he saw the food was burnt at the bottom of the pot.

*ah I see* grabbing a plate he spooned the burnt food on it. Mindful to not take the too burnt bits. He made his way to the dinning table sitting in his assigned cushion he used his chopsticks to shovel the food into his mouth.

"Tasty!" Was being shouted with each mouthful. Upon hearing your husband shout tasty throughout the house. You shut up quickly. Looking around you realised you failed at keeping him busy. Dropping the blanket that was covering you. You stood up and put on your kimono quickly rushing through the house to the dinning area. Upon arriving you saw it the plate of burnt food that you made. As a shoveled some In his mouth again.

"Tasty" you dropped to the floor. Tears began to flow.

"I'm sorry I'm so sorry I didn't mean to burn the food." Rengoku stopped eating to rush to your side.

"My flame there is no worry about the food. I don't mind honestly I'm happy to get a home cooked meal. I honestly am tired of those bento boxes. I feel at home with your cooking perfect or not" he whispered wiping the tears away. "Is this why you dragged me to our room as I arrived? To give senjuro time to buy those store bought boxes?"

Nodding placing your head on his chest.

"In that case you deserve punishment for keeping me from such wonderful food" he said pecking your lips. "But first let me finish my dinner. Tasty" as he continued to praise every burnt grain of food on his plate.

The end

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