I have no excuse for this other than…horny. Please try not to judge me. If you decide to proceed, I appreciate you for reading. 😅
Kyojuro has never been a jealous man. But, if he ever were to succumb to the green-eyed monster, it would go something like:
Him asking if you are “alright, darling?” with a tone doused in honey, and a knowing grin curving his lips—you haven’t touched your drink yet, and the condensation of it stains the table. But he knows why you won’t so much as fidget.
Kyojuro patting your thigh with his massive, torrid hand, squeezing with more force than necessary; fiddling with the tiny remote in his pocket, turning the dial ever so slightly—your breath hitches and your thighs quake, and he can’t get enough of it; reducing you to complete and utter mush in front of your friends.
Tengen querying if you are “feeling okay?” from across the table, a concerned furrow to his brows—Hinatsuru reaches over to squeeze your hand, noticing the sweat beading on your temple, your lip sucked between your teeth, and the glassy look in your eyes.
You simply nodding, afraid to speak because you don’t want to publicize your plight—you release soft, moist whimpers into the side of Kyojuro’s neck, loud enough for only him to hear. And he gathers you into his side, a languid arm slung about your shoulders to ground you.
Kyojuro excusing you both from dinner under the pretense of you coming down with something; a fever, a cold, cramps. It’s not a complete lie. You will be coming from something very soon. His fingers, his cock, his tongue. He hasn't decided yet—you stumble behind him through the parking lot, fighting to keep yourself upright, body wrought with pleasure.
Him tucking you so sweetly into the passenger seat of his Challenger, wrapping you in his thick coat—you paw at him like a needy kitten. His name falls listlessly from your lips before he shuts the door behind you.
A knowing smirk canting his lips whilst he drops the controller into the cup holder once settled behind the steering wheel, the engine of his convertible humming to life—he throws his hand up in surrender. Promises not to touch it while he’s driving. Momentary reprieve for your aching cunt.
You trying to reduce the severity of your sentencing. Reaching across the center console to toy with his belt buckle, fixing him with puppy eyes in his peripheral—he’ll play your game just this once. Lifts his hips to allow you to tug his slacks down just enough for his heavy cock to spring free from the confines of his briefs. It thumps menacingly against his belly. You salivate.
You filling the air with obscene slurps as you suck him off so skillfully, lapping at the pulsating veins of his dick like a starved woman—he groans throatily, tangling his fingers in your hair. Makes you choke on him, saliva and precum collecting at his base. You gag around the sensitive head. The vibrations of your mouth send him into a frenzy. Kyojuro ruts up into your mouth after you both slide under a red light and mutters, “mmm, fuck. Suck it. Take it, baby. Take it all.”
Him coating your tight throat with viscous ribbons of cum, holding your head in place whilst he forces you to drink it all up—he revels in the way your lipstick’s smeared across our cheek and how your mascara runs from your lashes after he’s released you.
Kyojuro purposely dragging his fingers across the meaty flesh of your inner thigh, ghosting over your pussy—it hiccups around the steadily humming, neon-pink chunk of silicone nestled between your folds. He’d tucked it there after you defied him; licked your pretty cunt into submission. Worked the little egg between your taut walls whilst he bent you over his knee and rained a succession of slaps down onto your ass.
Him whipping into the open car port of your home, barely concealing the excitement pulsing beneath his skin—he plucks you from the passenger side. Presses you harshly into the door, marring you with kisses and nips and obscenities sang into the juncture of your shoulder whilst he pistons his hips against your ass. Doesn’t give you time to open the door; just drops himself into a chair on your front porch, dragging you down onto his lap, your back against his chest.
The punishment has just begun.
Kyojuro stroking your pussy into a slobbering mess. Holding your thighs farther apart the more you struggle to close them. Flicking your clit with his middle finger. Delicately plucking at your swelling pearl like a harpist. Working in tandem with the vibrator to send you careening to the edge.
“Fuck me, Kyojuro,” you breathe into the inky night, mindful of your slumbering neighbors. Your voice is desperate and you’re all but crying. A glistening stream of saliva coasts down your chin. Your fucked out expression is lovely whilst he curls his free hand around your throat and squeezes.
Who are you to tell him what to do? You’re the one in trouble, remember?
Kyojuro extracting the vibrator from you, the toy clattering to the ground as he replaces it with his generous, throbbing cock—he doesn’t move. He just lets you sit there, entranced by how your cunt swallows him whole. He makes it his mission to have you cream on his dick whilst he strokes your clit with renewed vigor.
“I’m sorry, my darling. I can’t hear you too well. Would you mind speaking up?”
“—said I’m close, Kyo! So fucking close!”
He smacks your pussy lips once, twice. Massages the slobbering flesh in messy arcs, chasing the tight coil of your stomach.
“You gonna cum for me?” he coos into your ear. Fawns over you like you're a child, timbre incredibly gentle in spite of his arduous ministrations. “Gonna cream all over my cock, baby? Hmm? My sweet little princess…”
“Oh fuck, Kyo! I'm—”
“Cum, baby. I want you to.”
It takes but a few more taps to your bulging clitoris for you to come undone. To saturate his pants with your essence, a ring of cream adorning his cock. He licks a candied stripe up the side of your neck. Peppers your flesh with hot, open-mouthed kisses. You fight to get your breath under control. Limbs slack and feeling so very heavy.
“The next time I tell you to block your ex on every form of social media, I expect you to follow through, my love.”
Kyojuro chuckles darkly, a warning swimming beneath the currents of that tone. He suddenly unsheathes his hardened cock from the sanctity of your delicious, quivering cunt. Your eyes widen when you feel his dick prod at your puckering anus.
“If this happens again, I will destroy this pretty-little asshole of yours next. Do you understand?”
Could I request childhood friends to lovers SFW (and maaaybe NSFW) headcanons with Kyoujurou? I'm a sucker for this trope, but there's lack of it in kny fandom (or I just can't search properly lol), so I went "LET'S FREAKING GOOO", when saw that your requests are open. xD Preferably female reader, but GN is also fine!
Kyojuro x F!Reader childhood friends to lovers HCs
Warning(s): Includes NSFW HCs
Author's Note(s): I might go on an out of town family trip towards the end of the summer, but since my sister and I are taking summer classes, the planning is complicated. Aside from that, this turned out longer than I expected so sorry for the short NSFW section was short. Enjoy.
Word Count: 604
Your mother was friends with Kyojuro’s mother, Ruka. When you first met him, you instantly clicked. Kyojuro had been training from the moment he learned to walk, but he started veering away from it to hang out with you.
Shinjuro thought you were a bad influence but kept his opinion to himself thanks to Ruka telling him to let Kyojuro enjoy his childhood. When Ruka got sick and died after having Senjuro, he became more focused on his training than being a kid.
Kyojuro was glad that you remained friends with him. If you want, he would even teach you about breath styles and demons, though he made you promise that you would only use it in self-defense rather than become a demon slayer.
You watched as he completed his job milestones, from passing the final selection to reaching Kinoe rank. Then came Mitsuri Kanroji. Her relationship with Kyojuro was strictly mentor/student, but you could not help the twist in your heart when you thought of them being alone while on duty. You deserve an award for not letting it show during your interactions with Mitsuri.
When you received news from Kyojuro’s crow that he got promoted to Hashira, you and Senjuro got to work preparing a celebration at your house—because Shinjuro would shut it down if you held it at his house.
You became acquainted with the other Hashira through Kyojuro. That twisting feeling in your heart re-emerged when you watched him interact with Shinobu, who was flirty with him—whether unintentional or not, you could not tell, but it didn’t matter. You wanted to butt in and drag Kyojuro away but held back since it was your first time meeting the Hashira.
You held some resentment, so you vented about it to your mom when you returned home, and she said the magic words that sent you down the rabbit hole, “you’re jealous (Y/n). You must have a little crush on your friend.”
You tried your best to deny it, but you failed. You began noticing subtle things you would do when around Kyojuro. Longing stares, your heart leaped when you heard his loud voice, hearty laugh, and the desire to feel his warmth. Still, you are good at keeping things to yourself. Kyojuro is a Hashira, and you’re a regular citizen. You were sure he would go for someone within the corps who could handle themselves.
Those thoughts didn’t last long, thanks to Senjuro outing Kyojuro’s habit of practicing a confession loudly in his sleep. You confessed your feelings to Kyojuro when he returned from a mission.
Dates, gift-giving, nights slept cuddling, and sweet moments that follow his return from mission become the norm.
You are Kyojuro’s priority during intimacy. His cock is thick, so he makes sure you are wet enough and adjust when he slips in.
Your first few times together are pure vanilla as you both learn what gets the other going, then you establish your likes and dislikes through experimenting.
I think we all agree that Kyojuro has a breeding kink and lots of stamina. If you’re down, he’d like to beat his best record each time. Praise kink and getting his hair pulled are also his favorites. Impact play is also on the table if you ask for it.
Semi-public sex occasionally happens because the man is insatiable. However, if his fellow Hashiras are likely to catch you in the act, he’d rather wait until you are at least a mile away. He cums anywhere except your face. You have the face of a goddess, and he finds it treasonous to soil it with his seed.
Author’s Note: vaguely inspired by “should’ve known better” by @/somelattes.❤️🔥
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Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader
Word Count: ~1,000
CW: alcoholism, traumatic references
Request Fulfilled: could you maybe do a Kyojuro x reader where they meet his father for the first time but also suffers from these triggers? If x readers were real it would be the hardest challenge for me. I figure it would be a tough situation since he loves his dad, but he also has to figure out a way to help them either leave to a safe place and explain later or find a way to help them until they are alone. I just want his comfort knowing he was in a similar situation.
You know about Shinjuro. Of course you know. Kyojuro’s always been upfront, wearing his heart on his sleeve, and disclosing the pain—trauma—anchored into his family’s psyche was no different.
“I’d love to meet your father and brother,” you’d nervously announced after a couple months of dating, fingers anxiously hugging your warm mug, eyes fixated on your glistening pool of hoijicha.
He’d reached across the kitchen table, gentle heat wrapping reassuringly around your wrist, voice loud and certain, “I am not ashamed of you. Not in the slightest. I apologize if my delay in introducing you created feelings of doubt or insecurity. I am simply… concerned. Senjuro would be well receiving of you. But Shinjuro… I… I am embarrassed to admit that you might not be well receiving of him. And as Senjuro is not yet eighteen, it would be difficult to avoid Shinjuro.”
You’d nodded slowly, glancing upward, breath hitching at the fear dwelling beneath the adoration in his gaze — not quite grasping his implication.
“Your mother,” he’d paused, hesitant to approach such a heavy truth, “Shinjuro is… similar,” exhaling lowly as your eyes narrowed, “He is an alcoholic, and I do not wish to expose you to anything uncomfortable or unsafe.”
Swallowing wordlessly, you’d closed your eyes Alcoholic, thickness clogging your throat as an angry whimper clung to the roof of your mouth.
Kyojuro knew about your mother. Of course he knew. Like knowing someone’s favorite color, knowing her impact on your personality, habits—on your being—came up sooner rather than later. She was practically impossible to omit from your existence; just as alcohol appeared in most social situations; just as your averse reaction (to alcohol) never changed.
“I am more than happy to arrange a lunch or dinner with them,” he’d reaffirmed, “But I am uneasy at the potential of hurting you.”
“And what about you?” you’d muttered harshly, blinking quickly to restrain the teardrops threatening to slide off your eyelashes, “What about the potential of hurting yourself?”
He’d shrugged, faint smile curving his lips, “Senjuro is my brother. Shinjuro is my father. We are family.”
“And you’re proud of them?” you’d snapped, jolting as unfairness clawed through your limbs, tea sloshing violently, “You protect Senjuro. Who protects you?”
Rubbing a small circle into the base of your thumb, he’d declared with a steady openness, “I do not need protecting. I get to take care of Senjuro, look after my father. I get to love you. For me, that is plenty.”
Bullshit you’d hissed inwardly, chest heaving with a familiar melancholy—a too sweet hopelessness—your teardrops inevitably escaping, shiny and mocking as they darkened the tablecloth. The scraping of a moving chair echoed dimly, the embrace of home surrounding you in a split second, bones giving in to their dread and disappointment.
“How can you say that?” you’d wailed quietly, fists beating harmlessly at his biceps as he held you.
“I ache,” he’d whispered, confession numb in the gap between your sleeve and his heart, “I ache and I ponder and I fall apart knowing I have to somehow present myself whole.”
His heart pinned to your soul, promised to only you.
“Let us ache together,” as you’d clung tighter Let us hold the shards of our innocence so delicately, undeniably, sharply.
Knowing about Shinjuro, however, is not the same as meeting the man — a realization you expected intellectually, but couldn’t fully prepare for emotionally, because: how does one brace themselves against a gradual lifetime of grief and regret? How does one shed their layers of trained panic, terror, and anticipation? How does one approach the deep, infinite smears of I miss you and You should’ve been there for me for us and I hate you even though all I want is to be able to love you pressed into the crevices of your heart?
“I’m glad to finally meet you,” your pleasantry sticks to your tongue, hand visibly wavering as Shinjuro’s scent envelops you.
Shinjuro’s sick your gut screams, thrashing frantically—trapped—despite your seemingly calm—frozen—exterior. Like mom, exactly like mom, sick sicksick sicksicksick Shinjuro’s distant, unreadable pupils reflecting a nauseating scene. Identical to the glint in your MomMomMomMomMom’s fractured stare.
“Father,” firm palm nestling into your spine, tugging, coaxing, reminding you, “This is my partner, [y/n],” swiftly guiding you off the front porch, “Please pardon our rudeness,” away from the lingering grip of Shinjuro’s addiction.
“We can tell him I’m feeling poorly,” Kyojuro says immediately, tone hushed, attention darting from your clenched jaw to your uneven inhalations, “My father reeks,” chuckling shakily, “I under-”
“I want to do this,” you mumble, “I want to meet Shinjuro,” flexing your fingers, testing their fragility, “And Senjuro! Where is Senjuro?”
“Probably preparing snacks,” he smiles easily at the mention of Senjuro, Shinjuro momentarily forgotten, “He enjoys maintaining the house,” brow furrowing almost indecipherably Staying out of father’s way.
“If Shinjuro is too much,” affection—You are everything, my everything—hardening his resolve, “Then we can leave,” tapping your scrunched nose, “Then I want to leave.”
“I don’t-” you shudder, flashes of disjointed yelling and throwing and shattering interrupting your tunneling sight, “I don’t want Shinjuro to blame you.”
“Wait,” he cups your cheek, briefly, decidedly, “For me?”
You wait, surreal stillness rooting you in place. You wait, watching as his feet walk the hundred miles from home is where the heart is to home is no longer here. You wait, hyper focused, entirely ignoring, the exchange of impatient utterances — of dismissal and betrayal. You wait, wait for his feet to return to you. To return home.
“Ready?” Kyojuro nudges your shoulder before gesturing toward your car, his brave grin prying at your solemn expression, “We can visit another time.”
We can try again.
“Are you sure?” you lift your hand tentatively, vaguely.
If you want me to, then I can do this you think, determination grinding at the stone in your stomach I can face Shinjuro.
His hand catches yours, large and encompassing, tender and steadfast, “I am sure.”
I could not, would not, will not, ask that of you.
Neither of you spare Shinjuro a second glance, melting into the frayed softness of each other.
┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ — even someone as strong and cheerful as rengoku needs someone to help keep him grounded. [ inc. a short drabble, mild angst, kyojuro rengoku, mean reader, i’m not kidding she’s really mean in this but only during sex, reader is black, racism? don’t know her, established relationship, rough sex, handjob, humiliation, degradation, reader slaps him once in the beginning, sub!rengoku, dom!reader ]
From first glance, people always thought you and Rengoku were a unusual couple. From his bright and caring nature to your dark and quiet one. However, you complimented each other nicely and one could see that your supposed condescending look was just you default expression. Even though Rengoku tried to keep you from the demon slayer world, you were known to not be trifled with. Not because you were dating Rengoku, but because you had quite the mean streak. From verbal to physical, you always tore people who tested your patience a new one.
So you were by no means weak, you were even approved by Uzui. To which you promptly glared at him for, because you didn’t want or need his approval, which made you gain the approval of Sanemi.
You both loved each other, and were quite the power couple, but even Rengoku could reach his limits at times.
It was after a particularly rough mission that had him down. You were waiting for him to return home after days of being gone. You were fine with this as you knew is was apart of his job and that he was saving lives. You were in the living room and reading one of your favorite books when you heard the sliding door open. You went to go and excitedly greet him, well as excited as your face would allow to show, at him the door. You expected to see his usual smiling face; however, what awaited you was a man who looked so broken.
Concerned for his well-being, you rushed towards him. His eyes looked distant and dull, very different from the man you fell in love with. You held his head in your hands and questioned, “my love, what is wrong? Are you okay?” you looked over his body, checking for any visible wounds. When you were sure that he was physically okay, you looked back at his face and studied his expression. From his sullen expression and clenched jaw, you knew that he was that his most recent mission left him mentally hurt.
“I fucked up the mission. There was this mother and daughter, if I had just acted quicker then I would’ve been able to save the mother. She protected her daughter from the demon and acted as a human shield. The girls screams were so haunting Y/n. She was screaming for her mom to wake up and I couldn’t do anything,” Rengoku lamented.
You ran your fingers through his hair, “it is not your fault love, an important part of being a demon slayer is knowing that you can not save everyone. It is a sad truth,” you tried to comfort. He instead removed himself from your hold and angrily removed his sandals.
“Kyojuro.” You tried to reach for him again but he brushed you off, “I am trying to help you-”.
“I do not want your pity,” he interrupted in a fit of frustration. Your eyes narrowed at him, not liking his new attitude towards you. He made his way to the bedroom in powerful strides, you followed closely behind him. You caught up to him and blocked his path into the bedroom. Sending a stern glare at him, “then what is it that you want?” you asked. Rengoku rarely got this upset and you genuinely didn’t know how to help him.
The look he gave you was one full of sadness and shame, it hurt your heart to see him in such a state. “I am ashamed of myself,” Rengoku replied. He stepped closer to your form, really showing the size difference between you two. “I want you to make me feel it.”
You understood. You took a deep breath and nodded your head, “alright, go wait in the bedroom, and I’ll be there in a minute,” you said before moving from the path into the room.
Rengoku walked passed you without another word and disappeared into your guys room. You took a moment to clean up. Putting your book back on the bookshelf, and got a drink of water. You stopped in the hallway to look in the decorative mirror, pulling your hair into a ponytail. You’d need it out of the way.
You entered your shared bedroom and found Rengoku pacing the foot of the futon, face scrunched in a disgruntled expression. You moved to stand in front of him. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much, right?” you asked.
“Yes,” Rengoku replied quickly. You stayed quiet, letting him sit in his irrigation. “You are sure-”
“Yes, Y/n, I am-”
A harsh slap hit across his face in a quick fashion. You slapped him hard enough to make his head turn, you flexed your hand to relieve the stinging, watching Rengoku’s eyes go wide from the sudden hit and your seemingly uncaring expression. Rengoku is bigger and stronger than you by a long-shot, but if you had the element of surprise he was easy to throw and hit around in these situations.
“I will ask again. Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes,” Rengoku muttered out. “Good,” you turned on your heel before sitting and rested on the mattress beside him. “Strip.”
Rengoku hurriedly stripped himself bare. Everything on full view, especially his standing erection. You on the other hand, loosened the ribbon that held your kimono together and let it fall down your shoulders. Exposing your cleavage and broadening the view of your legs. If Rengoku wanted to do it this way, he’d have to wait before he got to see your body.
“Lie on your back,” you instructed, climbing over top of him when he did. You could feel Rengoku’s erection against your thigh. “You’re hard already? You just got home so that means you have been thinking about this since your journey home,” Rengoku turned his head, trying to hide his reddening face in the pillow. You grabbed his chin roughly and forced him to look at you.
“Who gave you permission to look away? You have been very bad recently, why should I reward you with the privilege to fuck me?” you rolled your hips, rubbing against his throbbing cock. He whined in response, bucking his hips to gain more friction. The action making you sneer at him.
“Fucking pathetic. In the end you are nothing more than a filthy animal in heat,” you reached down and grabbed his cock, giving it a firm squeeze. He gasped at the feeling and rut into your hand. You moved at a slow pace, using his precum as lube and moving your hand in a circular up and down motion. Purposely moving in an agonizing pace, and every time he would move his hips and make you move faster, you would give him a tight squeeze and move even slower. Tears gathered in the corner of his eyes, silently begging for you to let him cum as he could feel he was finally close.
You’ve been married to Rengoku for years now, so you’ve had plenty of times to know the signs of when he is about to cum. Just as he was on the brink of climax, you stopped your movements. He looked at you with such want that a sense of adrenaline rushed through you. He let out a heavy whimper of your name that has your cunt throbbing.
“Are you really that desperate?” Rengoku’s eyes snapped back into focus. He opened his mouth to protest, but you chose that moment to give the final squeeze on his balls mercilessly. The only sound that left his throat was a loud moan as semen spurt out of his cock and his hips spasmed.
During all this, you simply smiled. A cold, cruel, and condescending smile. “Pathetic.”
“Please,” Rengoku whined, just coming down from his high, his voice so much breathier and weak than the last time he spoke. “Please fuck me.” You gave in after taking in the beautiful image of a messed up man. Rengoku had no business looking as good as he did begging. However, you still wanted to mess with him a little.
You both have only been at this for 10 minutes and he’s already fallen under, looking wrecked and ruined. This whole set up is mostly your thing, not Rengoku’s. The humiliation, the roughness. But that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it. Matter of fact, Rengoku was quick to accept it, it wasn’t like you couldn’t get off to regular sex, it was just a good stress reliever for both of you.
You sat up straight and took a moment to admire the man under you. You ran your hands along his tainted torso, tracing the bruises on his pecs and stomach. Trying to distinguish which ones were made by your mouth the last time y’all did this or from his recent battle. The faded bite marks you knew were your doing.
You leaned down and pressed your upper body against his, arching your back and aligning his already hard cock with your wet cunt. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his musky scent. Licking and grazing your teeth along his neck, your close hot breath sent shivers down his spine and to his cock. You chuckled at his reaction.
“You like that, don’t you?” you asked. Rengoku didn’t speak, but the answer was clear from his pulsating cock throbbing against you, and his unfocused eyes. “You do like it.” You leaned down to whisper in his ear. “You’re actually enjoying this. That’s pretty fucked up, Kyojuro.” Rengoku groaned. You laughed again at his disability to form a coherent sentence.
After placing a final kiss on his neck, you moved up to look at him face-to-face and once again wrapped your hand around his throat. His eyes widened at the action as you squeezed just a little harder than the first time. “You want me to fuck you right?” he nodded weakly, his airflow slightly restricted.
“Well here’s what I want. I want to hear you scream,” you dragged out, slowly caressing his chest and talking as if it any normal conversation. “I want you to cry, sob, and beg for me to stop.”
At the end of your words, you sat up straight once more, removing your hand from his throat, and positioned his cock at your entrance. Rengoku’s eyes widened again as he tried to stop you. You had not prepared yourself to take his cock yet and you knew he was sensitive to your warm, tight walls.
“Y/n…” He pleads, hands trying to grip your waist to stop you from entering. “Y/n… please don’t! Yo-you’re to fuckin.. hng-” Tears streaming down his face, eyes wide and pleading. “You are to tight!”
“I don’t recall asking for your opinion Kyojuro. I am giving you what you wanted and you will take what I give you. Besides, look how hard you are, your cock is begging for me, and you mean to tell me I won’t fit?” The horrible mocking tone of your voice makes him whine.
Rengoku looks at your thighs split open wide around his hips so you can rub the length of his cock through your slit. You drag the fat head from your clenching hole to your clit, the sensation running through your veins. “I am gonna make it fit sweetheart, gonna force your filthy dick into me and you are gonna fill me up.”
“Is too tight!” He wails, blinking back more tears. “‘to tight, Y/n. It won’t fit.”
You snarl, “it is not too tight, you’ve fucked it before, haven’t you? Fucked yourself stupid from my cunt until you have creamed all over it like a dog in heat. It is not to tight–” You thrust your hips backwards, finally getting his cock to enter you and bottom out. “There you go~ see, it wasn’t that hard.” You cooed, trying to hide your own pleasure this brought you, even if it was painful to force him inside you without prep.
The pleasure was to great as he came the moment you bottom out. You could feel his hot seed fill your cunt and the feeling almost made you double over. Instead, you dug your nails into the skin of his thighs and glared down at him. “Fucking hell, are you that pathetic to cum just from entering me? Disgusting,” you spat.
More tears flowed down his face from your harsh words and the overwhelming sensation coursing through his body. Leaning over, you lick the tears from his cheeks, "Stupid fucking dog, can't even take me without crying about it."
You grab him by the hair and pull him to an upright position, he groaned from the pain as you rolled your hips, getting yourself ready. From the start, you set a rough and fast pace, bouncing on his cock vigorously. His vision going black with every bounce, he tried to thrust into you but you dug your nails into him with a sharp glare. He was mesmerized by the way your breasts spilled out of your kimono and bounced with your body, it was frustrating for him not to be able to touch you. He loved that even if you said all those mean things about him, your face still contorted with pleasure from riding him and the quiet little moans that you let out.
Rengoku was brought out of his dazed state when your hand comes back around his neck, your other harshly rubbing at your slick and swollen clit. Still continuing with your rough pace, your starting to reach your climax and was focused on attaining that bliss. When he tries to twist away, the sensation almost too much for him to handle, you tighten your grip around his neck to make him stop moving.
“Stop fucking squirming you worm, take what I give you and stop acting like a fucking bitch about,” you growl in his ear before biting down on his shoulder and drawing blood. The spike of pain sends him hurtling off the edge, spasming in your tight grip as he whimpers your name over and over, the orgasm stronger than any he can remember. You could feel his hot semen spurt into your cunt, the final piece that helped you attain your climax. The pleasure making you arch your body into his and unconsciously flex your fingers around his throat.
You both sat there for a minute, a small show of mercy as you allow him to come down from his high. Slowly lifting yourself of his cock, the feeling of emptiness as his cum spilled out of your cunt nagged you to put him back inside you. To forget this whole charade and ride him til you were stupid. But now was not the time and you had a husband to comfort.
You moved to lay beside him and looked at his disheveled form. While you know you should be moving to help him, you wanted to take a moment and really admire your work. From his sweaty body that made his hair stick to his face to his unfocused eyes that showed he was still stuck in that submissive state.
Your favorite thing to admire was the artwork you created on his body, the rising bruise around his neck, the already formed ones around his torso and pelvis. Others would frown upon this whether they knew it was consensual, they either thought that the woman should be in that position or that you were an abusive woman. But it was neither and you both loved to admire the work you did on his body and it wasn’t like he didn’t give you some of your very own to look at, seeing as he could be equally as rough as you if the situation arises.
The moment was cut short when you noticed Rengoku shaking, letting out a choked sob. A quiet “shit” slipped out of your mouth as quickly took a piece of his uniform and cleaned you both up, it was fine since you would have to wash his uniform anyways. You were also mindful of his bruised and sore body along with his sensitive cock. After quickly doing that, you climbed back into bed with him. He was full on crying now, letting out loud sobs that broke your heart with every cry.
“I’m sorry, was I to rough? I didn’t mean to hurt you so much” You apologized.
Rengoku shook his head as he sniffles, “no no, it was good, wonderful even” he assured.
You looked at him with sad and sympathetic eyes, you hated that your strong husband could be reduced to this sobbing and broken mess that was totally different from his regular demeanor. This only made you hate demons more as they were the sole cause for your husband’s sadness. You also didn’t like that he had to put up a front with the other demon slayers as this strong man who was also smiling in the face of danger. When I’m reality, he was just as scared as the next guy.
“Do you want me to get you water or anything?” You asked. Rengoku shook his head, “no, just… stay with me, please?” he asked as if there was even a possibility that you would leave him.
“Of course,” you replied. You embraced him in comforting hug, placing his head near your chest and kissed to top of his head. “I love you” you said.
“I love you too”
The rest of the night flowed by as you comforted Rengoku as he cried into your chest, mourning the loss of the little girls mother and others he failed to save. He fell asleep to the nice sensation of your fingers running through his hair as you whispered your true thoughts about him. About how wonderful a person he was, how powerful and amazing he was, how smart he was, about how much you loved him and meant the world to you, that if he put his mind to something he could do it, how today was a minor setback in the big picture of saving humanity from demons.
It was only when you heard a soft snore that you finally let silent tears stream down your eyes. Feeling Rengoku’s sadness as your own. Despite your tears, you smiled and closed your eyes, following your husband into the dream world. Happy that you were able to provide him some type of solace.
Hi Can I Ask Uzui, Giyuu and Rengoku in Love with a Single Father S/o who has a Child
Ofc! And sorry I took a large break I've honestly been playing alot of videogames lol
Summary: How he reacts when you have a child, How he treats them, How he is with you being a single father
- Man is lowkey surprised because when you would suddenly disappear multiple time when you’re in his home and his wives said you had some business you needed to do he really thought you didn’t really want to spend time with him! The only time he really did find out was when you brought your kid to his house!
- Would honestly spoil your kid! And the kid honestly likes Tengen because his looks are honestly pleasing to look at! There may really be a few times he gets pissed off with them but learning from his own past family circumstances he gives them proper life lessons and verbal communication of what they should and shouldn’t do! His punishments toward your child are non-existent. It’s all through communication.
As you watch Tengen with your child, you can help but be amazed of how he’s teaching your child. “That wasn’t very nice of you to purposely do that.” Says Tengen as he’s sitting down with your child, looking at the broken vase. “Was there a reason you did that?” “I wanted your attention since you were busy with Da-da but lost balance...I’m sorry.” As your child plays with their hands, feeling guilty, they’re soon embraced in a hug by Tengen. “I’m glad you apologized but please be more careful, you might hurt yourself.” “O-okay Papa!”
-Man honestly is the same person but more kid friendly near your child. He really doesn’t change at all! He wants to make out with you but your child is watching? Cover that boy’s eyes, easy. He seriously has little to no filter when he’s with you- The only thing that may change is his bed because he often would sleep with you and his wives on a already big bed but with your slightly clingy child, HE NEEDS A DAMN WIDE WIDE BED!
-Giyuu is flabbergasted. Never expected it. He was just too busy about you and really didn’t care if you suddenly went away! Giyuu loves you alot to not care if you were gone for a bit but to realize you had a kid made him VERY NERVOUS.
-He doesn’t know anything about taking care of kids. Man honestly blankly stares at your kids and does the same. And your kid is easily influenced and surprisingly easily won over him! Honestly tries to buy everything he thinks a child would like based off what any vendor would claim! However one time he had a misunderstanding with a toy of a “different” use and honestly ALMOST showed it to your kid (however quickly stopped him ‘:)).
Giyuu gives your child a bunch of toys as he’s sat down with them. As he grabs one of them, being a duck, he starts making duck sounds however with just his normal voice and no proper voice-tone impression. Surprisingly with your child doing the same but with a train. “Quack. Quack” “Choo choo.” “Quack.” “Choo choo.” What has gotten into them..?
-Giyuu will do EVERYTHING he would want to do with you in private! He wants to kiss you? In private. Holding hands? In private! Of course he won’t decline you doing it in front of your child however will make sure he isn’t looking! He’ll purposely point something out to your child, making them look away before you kiss him! AND HE’LL DO ALL THIS BECAUSE HE THINKS ITS INAPPROPRIATE FOR THE CHILD!
- Rengoku is honestly ecstatic! Rengoku is already good with kids but for his fiance to have one makes him happy to raise your child with you! He is one of the best hashira for taking care of kids and you CANNOT convince me otherwise!
-He’s very gentle and smiley with your child! Will commit to anything that your child asks him to do and will to it with the best of his ability! If your child wants something HE’LL HAVE IT THE SAME DAY THEY ASKED! ESPECIALLY IF THEY LIKE FOOD LIKE HIM! If your child has the same hair color, eyebrows, or similar personality like him HE WILL MELT. Will honestly be weak at the knees because he cares so much and loves your child because it’s yours!
“Let me pour some tea into your cup Papa!” As your child emptyly pours imaginary tea into his cup he smiles warmly at them. “Thank you starlight.” “Let us have a toast, to us!” “To us!” As you all say together you “drink” your tea and Rengoku doing so aswell however ecstatically. “Delicious!”
-He’ll still kiss and hold hands with your child watching however of course with more serious things like making-out he will most definitely prefer doing in private! He’ll also choose to have a big bed for you and your child! He doesn’t want them to feel left out and have any achievement they’ve made to be underlooked!
You sob into the pillow when he angles his hips and begins to fuck against your sweet spot, your dripping walls wrap him so tight that Tengen can't hold back a gasp, "uhu why are you crying? is this too much for you?" he asks with a grin on his face.
You feel so close, the sheets are soft as you cling, your legs are soft and your arms won't hold you up, your ass in the air and the lewd sounds of his heavy balls slamming into your swollen, aching nub fill the room.
"Please let me cum," you moan dropping your face to the pillow. He grunts with each thrust, his grip is rough on your ass as he pushes against you, "you better make a mess, then" he chuckles surrounding your clit with two fingers and rubbing it rough.
You can't hold back when you're over the edge, your mouth snaps open as you moan lewdly, "c-cumming..." as you gush around his thick cock, wetting your thighs and the sheets beneath you.
"Shit, that's it, come on baby one more" Uzui grunts forcing more spurts slamming his thick head into your wet nub, his hands holding you firmly by the ass as you shudder and try to catch your breath.
You're so wet you're dripping on his balls as you sit in his lap, his hard cock buried deep in your cunt as you jump and grind against his crotch.
"You feel good, baby mh?" he whispers in your ear as you slump into his chest. Despite holding you with one hand on his thick thigh beneath you and the other around his neck, you can't keep up with his thrusts.
You can't form a response, your eyes roll back in pleasure with a moan of his name on your lips, your clit gently rubbing against your crotch making you shiver.
Rengoku's cock throbs in your warm slit, pressing on your sweet spot and the growing orgasm is unlike any before. You lift yourself off his cock swiftly, only to see squirts of your cum wet his lap. Your moan catches him off guard and to lengthen your pleasure he uses his shaft to rub your nub making you gush again and again.
You can't even catch your breath when he pulls you down on his length, your walls flutter around him as you adjust to his thick girth, "that was so hot baby" he moans grabbing your ass and starting to move under you, "do it again, make a mess, do it for me".
"So good" you meow, his thick, hard cock throbbing in your tight walls, his girth coated with your cum as he thrusts against you.
Your head falls back into the pillows as Tomioka bends over you, his cock pressing against your cervix as he sucks and pinches your hard nipples, "I could come with just this" he murmurs in a lazy tone.
Your orgasm builds up and becomes wet, heavier, "I'm gonna cum, ... s-so good" you gasp with your fingers around his neck, your toes curling and pressing into the mattress in ecstasy.
Your mind fogs as he continues to stretch your cunt with each heavy thrust, "don't stop ah, feels so g-good there". And he can't stop when you're so pretty and wet for him, he increases the pace, sinks inside you digging into your hips so you don't slip away.
Your pussy twitches around his cock making him gasp. You start gushing cum around his shaft being forced out due to the strong orgasm, "fuck ... fuck" you moan gushing everywhere.
He can't help it, he lifts your legs in the air and bends his head over your puffy nub, sucking and licking back and forth prolonging your orgasm, making you make a mess on his pretty face too.
"You've taken it before," he grunts when you grab onto his beefy shoulders scratching him, "stop complaining". And you want to stop but his thick cock stretches your tight pussy so good it's hard for you to hold back the tears.
He snorts before retracting and thrusting in with one stroke, your swollen lips parting in a silent scream as he hits your spongy spot, "'nemi please" you moan, his big hands behind your knees holding your legs up in the air as he turns his hips to meet yours.
You gasp in despair, your nub being taken with each thrust, "you're my good girl, aren't you" he praises you fucking your slit, your cunt begins to tighten as his thrusts become messy.
"I'm going to make a mess" you warn him, his cock pushes into the cream you left around him as your cunt tries to push him out.
The squirt comes out roughly, wetting his chest and all around, "fuck yeah, pretty so good" he hums as he keeps fucking inside your abused creamy pussy.
"You're so cute when you cry" she murmurs in your ear slapping your dripping cunt.
The pain runs down to your toes and you can't help it, you whimper even louder. Shinobu runs her tongue along your jaw as she pinches a nipple roughly, two fingers grinding inside your spongy spot as you lie between her thighs.
"feels good, ‘Nobu ..." you meow raising your hips and letting her angle her fingers, striking deeper into your upper wall, "will my pretty angel make a mess for me? uhu?" she asks amused, a smirk on her face as she watches her fingers disappear into your slit.
Your breathing becomes labored and you clench her thighs as she uses her other hand to tease your puffy bud, "cumming, c-cumming" you squeak throwing your head back on her soft tits.
You come with long squirts, your juices wetting her hand as she forces her fingers back into your throbbing hole, "there you go, my angel was so good" she praises using her free hand to slap your swollen clit freeing more light squirts of cum.
includes: uzui tengen, hashibira inosuke, rengoku kyojuro, kamado tanjiro, shabana gyutaro (just pretend he’s human in this okay)
notes: i am a little fixated on demon slayer as of late if you haven’t noticed :,)
✰ 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 groans, dragging his feet into the room stiffly. he curses under his breath as you stir in your sleep, eyes fluttering open as you give him a sleepy smile when you realize he’s home. “you’re back. how was the mission?” grinning at you fondly, he chuckles, cupping your cheek as he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. “didn’t mean to wake you. i won a flashy victory, what else?” he moves to stand to his full height, and you grab his hand with a pout, staring up at him with tired eyes. “no,” you whine, “you only just got back.” you lift the blanket, staring up at him expectantly to join, and with a low chuckle, he gives in and crawls in beside you, pulling you flush against his chest. “i still have to bathe, you know,” he murmurs, but you press a soft kiss to his pec, snuggling your cheek against the firm muscle and smiling to yourself in content. “stay here a bit first,” you murmur, falling back asleep as he rubs your back, and a bath might sound nice right now, but the sound of your soft breathing as you shift closer is even better.
✰ 𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 walks in with his back hunched, scowl on his face as he slams the door shut behind him. you stare at him with a soft smile, lifting the blanket up and holding an arm out. almost instantly, the stress rolls off his shoulders as he slides in, head finding your chest while you kiss his forehead. “long day, huh?” you murmur, stroking through his hair slowly. “yeah, daki was being difficult,” he grumbles, looking up at you and pouting as he adds, “and my back is sore.” chuckling quietly, you bring the covers over his body, rubbing his back slowly and smiling as he lets out a relieved sigh. “maybe if you didn’t hunch all day, you back wouldn’t be sore,” you tease. he scowls once more, burying his head into your chest, and you press one more sweet kiss to his temple as you relax. “supposed to pick my side,” he mutters through a yawn, smiling to himself as you giggle, and he thinks as long as he ends each day with you, they can’t be too bad.
✰ 𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 shakes your shoulders, waking you as he complains loudly for you to get up. groaning, you pull the covers over your head, only for him to pull them down instantly. “wake up, you’re always sleeping,” he grumbles, prodding your shoulder with his finger harshly. huffing, you smack his hand away, and he growls under his breath in frustration. “leave me alone, inosuke, it’s too early,” you glare at him. he scowls, but his lips curl ever so slightly into a small pout, making your features soften as you take in the sight. “well i’m bored,” he mutters under his breath, staring at you with a raised brow when you lift the blanket up, ushering him to join you under the covers. “come back to bed then,” you murmur gently, and even if he complains under his breath, his body presses as close to yours as it can get. “this is a waste of a perfectly good morning,” he grunts, but he lets out a soft sigh when your fingers thread through his locks. “you seem to be enjoying it,” you snort.
✰ 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 is a little concerned when you’re not jumping into his arms as he walks through the door, searching through your home to find you. he lets out a soft breath of relief when he sees you bundled under the covers, and a wide grin stretches across his face instantly. “baby, it got cold without you,” you pout, opening the blanket to signal for him to join you, hand out and grabbing for him. he chuckles, slotting his body next to yours and wrapping two strong arms around you as he pulls you against his chest. “we can’t have that,” he murmurs, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead, “gotta keep you warm, then. that better?” your hand trails to rub his chest in slow circles, and he lets out a soft breath, curling his arm around you tighter. leaning up and kissing his jaw, you hum as you nod, and he’s glad he gets to come home to you, always keeping him warm on the coldest of nights too. “way better.”
✰ 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 sits down at the edge of the bed beside you, smiling to himself as you sleep. he cups your cheek, rubbing a thumb in slow circles as he admires your features. “you’re so pretty,” he hums, leaning to peck your lips softly, but he’s shocked when you return the kiss, cracking an eye open slowly. “welcome back,” you yawn, “why’re you staring at me like a creep?” you’re blinking up to look at him as he sends you a soft grin, and he feels his chest swell with affection as you rub the sleep from your eyes. “why’re you pretending to sleep like a creep?” he counters, and you giggle as your hand takes his into your grasp, tracing over the scars slowly before planting tiny kisses along each one. it’s quiet for a bit, and then you scoot over to the side, lifting the blanket up and staring at him expectantly. “come to bed, i missed you,” you whisper, and as he slips under the covers with you, both of your quiet laughs mingling against the fabric as your limbs tangle, tanjiro knows he’s home.
=͟͟͞͞♡ Synopsis: the types of kisses the Hashiras would give you
=͟͟͞͞♡ a/n: besties I SWEAR ON i b lyin MY LIFE that this was just supposed to be pure fluff with super sweet moments between y/n and the Hashiras !!! but have yall considered the fact that I'm a whore 🤨 also oh no my favoritisms showing !!
The back of your hand.
Gyomei is very much a traditional romantic
Which is why he specifically loves hand kisses because they're a very easy way to show pda without being too frisky or making you or anyone around uncomfortable. Respectful king
It’s a mannerism that can be done as courtesy, politeness, respect, admiration or devotion. it's such a diverse and gentle gesture that it honestly fits his personality best — Gyomei isn't a theatrical lover, and if anything he finds boasting a relationship is a guise of insecurity
That’s not to say he doesn’t show you off, no no he just doesn’t find it necessary to prove anything because he feels secure in your relationship. You’re his greatest blessing, the lover of his dreams, and he shows it. The kindness and patience he offers you is endless and he’s always protecting you. This man would stop at nothing to please you, and nothing or no one can stop him from laying down his life in exchange of yours. You really lucked out y/n >:(
He also does it because he usually always has his hand interlocked with yours. Like I said, The Stone Pillar isn’t big on extravagant forms of pda but that doesn’t mean he’s not affectionate, so a lot of his public displays are more like reassuring or soothing touches. For example, because he’s such a towering man, Gyomei often places you on his lap when there aren’t a any futons or seats available (but even if there is he still likes to have you curled up in the security of his embrace), he also keeps a hand on the small of your back when you’re in crowded areas to help navigate the both of you through it and to make sure you don’t get lost. Though pda isn’t very common, his love language is mostly words of affirmation and acts of service
While we’re on acts of service, this man is an absolute giver in the bedroom. His favorite position is when he’s lying flat on the bed with your body straddling him, but because of his large stature he sometimes has to place his hands on your hips to help you ride him. Your hands are shaky on his broad chest, moaning and crying in pleasure as you sink into his girthy cock, struggling to fit him inside no matter how many times you’ve made love. Your body was worn from the amount of times he's made you cum with his mouth and long digits alone, even overstimulating you a bit until your moans turned into cries. But sensing you wince in pain as you so bravely try to take him in was a sense to behold — he brushes his hand through your locks, complimenting and whispering sweet words. “You’re taking me in so well my light… you’re doing so good riding me like that” tightening his hold on your hips he helps move you, using you as his personal fleshlight until you cum all over his abdomen, the last of your strength leaving with it as you fall limply on his chest. Gently grasping your wrist, he places a passionate kiss on the back of your hand before moving his hips “try to hold on a little longer, we’re not done yet”
It only makes sense that Sanemi's favorite type of kiss is one where he can hide his flustered face
Expressing feelings is this mans actual downfall
And whenever he tries to show displays of affection he ends up doing it in such an aloof and aggressive way that it just comes off looking almost forced, especially if you're in public — but he tries each and everyday to work on it so pls be patient!!
Instead he opts to kiss your spine, so he doesn't feel overwhelmed or exposed. When it comes to pda Sanemi prefers to keep things simple and light (because if you kiss him in public he'll literally explode) so he usually only ever has his arm wrapped around your shoulder/waist or his hands interlaced with yours. Though occasionally he'll sneak in a kiss or two on the back of your neck where your spine starts as he hugs you from behind — but he only does this if you're somewhere more secluded and he's feeling needier than usual
Elaborating on that last note, it's not only his preferred place to kiss because of his shy softer side, it's his favorite because he loves taking a protective stance wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulls you into the security of his embrace — this way he acts like a protective shield so in an unexpected situation where someone attacks from behind, he's the one that'll take the hit
The Wind Pillar is an aggressive, posessive, domineering lover but he'll steal the stars and hunt down every single demon out there with his bare hands if it means keeping you safe and happy. Sanemi’s love is loud in its silence, and there’s no greater insult to him than someone questioning it. In his eyes you don't belong to him, he belongs to you.
The bedroom is where he most displays how much of him is yours. The sound of squelching and skin slapping on skin echoed throughout the room, your body was bent on all fours with your back arched and ass held high. Fresh hand prints stung your ass as your body slammed against Sanemi’s flexing torso. Your throat was parched from your loud moans and pleas of pleasure as your lover hovered behind you, his heavy balls smacking against your skin with each powerful thrust as one hand gripped your waist and the other pulled your hair for balance, "s' fuckin' good for me huh.. heh you just love being filled with my cum, don’t ya? fuckin’ slut" your walls clenched at his taunting words. Growling in pleasure he bent down, lowering himself to place a delicate kiss right on the center of your spine as he filled you once more and you came undone, "that's right baby.. s' all yours, every last drop." he cooed as his hand trailed back down between your thighs
Your shoulder blade.
There’s something about kissing someone’s shoulder blade that feels so intimate
It’s like declaring your raw devotion to someone without having to say anything , and actions like this are when subtlety speaks loudest — especially for Obanai
Shoulder kisses are somewhat of an earning pass as well as status for him, given that this type of affection is mostly only done between couples who've already built a strong foundation and are deeply in love. Two things the Serpent Pillar has confidently established with you
Similar to Sanemi, Obanai has a hard time displaying affection — of course, not as much as the latter but this raven-haired Hashira gets all the more finicky and shy about it. As a result he's not very into pda and at best he'll hold your hand or brush his arm with yours, but don't let that fool you! This sweet snek boi shows his love in several other ways
because he doesn't show lots of physical signs of affection in public he opts to reassure you of his feelings by buying you lots of gifts and trinkets. His gifts would range widely throughout the beginning of his courtship with you, closely observing your reaction to them until he figures out what gifts you like best. He's heavily observant and protective of you as well
While we're on the topic of being protective, most times Obanai kisses your shoulder it's usually due to one of two reasons: one of you are about to embark on a mission for a few days or he's feeling particularly possessive or jealous — in which case he'll kiss or even lightly bite your shoulder if he feels someone is being too friendly towards his lover. A jealous Obanai is a dangerous Obanai
Lifting your leg over his shoulder, Obanai gripped your waist, his nails digging crescents against your supple skin as he pounded into you relentlessly. The cruelty of his nature showing as he punished you for 'entertaining that civilian scum’ far too long for his liking. It's been hours of him edging and degrading you, pulling your hair and shooting thick ropes of cum in your abused hole — not to mention the scatter of visible marks and bites all over your body. Having edged you to another climax he abruptly stopped his movements, cold eyes glared at you as he sneeringly threatened to leave you like this, mocking you for being too ‘undeserving’ to cum. Clawing at his chest with tears in your eyes you frantically shook your head. Leaning down he licked your shoulder before sinking his teeth down and drawing blood, lapping it with his tongue he chuckled, "Beg me to stay."
Mitsuri is the Love Hashira so tbh she kisses you everywhere and anywhere she can reach and it doesn't matter who's around to see, though sometimes she might shy a bit. This sweet girl is just bursting with love to give so it’s only natural for her to display it in any way she can — and she’s does
But her favorite place to kiss you is on the lips
It's in all honesty that Mitsuri absolutely adores your body, often littering soft kisses and chanting loving praises like it's her dying mission and of course, you do your best to reciprocate every last drop of it and she can't get enough!! Pda is common and sometimes an absolute must for this strawberry-haired Hashira, whether it's feeding you some of her food, holding your hand, kissing your cheek, or clinging onto one another, she lives for it all
But to her, sharing a kiss is something done only between lovers, it marks a bold statement that the relationship she has with you is special and unique. They're sweet and gentle, a way to say "hello" "goodbye" or "I love you!"
Because Mitsuri can be generally affectionate and kind to those she deems close like the other Hashiras, a kiss on the lips is even all the more special because it's only offered and reserved to her lover. The cutest thing tho is when you catch her off guard with one, for example, if you're both walking around the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters conversing and laughing and you decide to pull her into an abrupt kiss she will MELT!!! so pls do it often!
Mitsuri's kisses come in many forms, but there's a stark difference between her usual kisses and her more private ones. Her gentle butterfly-like pecks switch to more passionate, needy ones as she parts her soft lips to glide her tongue across yours in a heated exchange of saliva and desire. She'll pull and tug at your bottom lip and even involuntarily bruise them if you reach your hand down to slide across her wet folds. Moaning into your mouth she'd pant and cry out your name when you dip a digit inside, pumping them in and out of her spongey walls, her slick on your fingers as the room fills with lewd sounds of squelching, "a-ahh y/n—!! p-please.. more..!" your other hand gropes and squeezes her bouncy breasts as your thumb rubs her swollen clit until she squirts all over your hand, kissing her once more for a job well done
Forehead kisses with Rengoku are x8000000
This kind of kiss is most often given to show care, affection, apology, or protection, so a forehead kiss feels like an ‘I've got you,’ or ‘you're safe here,’ kiss — it indicates the emotional closeness between ones relationship
In a deeper sense, it's like a silent declaration that he feels responsible for taking care of you and wants you to feel safe with him. It doesn't matter how strong you are, and it doesn't matter if your strength parallels that of an upper moon, he's your protecter now and forever
The pure warmth that radiates off of his plush lips can almost rival the heat of the Flame Pillars fighting style as he lovingly places a kiss on the temple of your head. It feels as if he's kissing your thoughts, ideas, and you as a being — not just a physical body
Rengoku never shies away from demonstrating his burning love for you, and how could you expect him to? He's full of passion! A man in love!! It doesn't matter if you're out in public or even in front of crowded streets, this man will gush and fret over you any chance he gets so be prepared to be pampered in as much love and adoration as possible
He also specifically has a soft spot for them because they were the first form of affection he could give you before the both of you actually started a relationship
In the bedroom, Rens favorite position is missionary and it's all due to his greedy need to memorize and etch each and every facial express he coaxes out of you as his flushed red tip kisses your core. Rutting into you he presses both your legs up against your chest to shove his girthy length in deeper, his golden eyes darken with lust as you moan and cry in pleasure. Sharp eyes dart to your flushed face wincing in discomfort at the new angle, struggling to take him in deeper and it only prompts him to move in faster, harder until his name is the only thing left floating in your pretty little fucked out head. Once your voice hitches and your walls tighten around him he'll know you’re close to climax, "hmm look at you my little flame, so pretty.. like you were meant to be filled with my cock buried deep inside you, hm?" eyes half-lidded he'd continue to tease and praise you as his hand moves down to stimulate your sex. He leans himself down to press his forehead on yours, peering into your eyes with as much love as he can muster “My life is yours y/n” his voice gently coos as his hips snap into you mercilessly, lifting his head up he places a soft kiss on your temple as you wail out in pleasure, orgasming all over his torso
To this lost boy, neck kisses are the epitome of affections. They signify a direct connection to passion and they're a definite way to prove that he’s your lover
By nature Muichiro is a very subtle partner and he's often in a daze or too caught up in his own head to remember to be affectionate — and to be honest, he's not the best at understanding physical forms of endearment
But that doesn't mean that he loves you any less! far from that actually. This Hashiras love language is quality time over physical displays so most tender moments between you two is through the prior, but touch-wise he's always leaning or touching you when he's around you
Whether that's lacing his slender fingers with yours, leaning his body on you, lazily looping his arm around any limb he can reach or resting his head on your lap as he stares up at the clouds — he somehow always gravitates towards you (huh maybe he is kinda set in the physical dept.) neck kisses are common because they're really easy access to him; mostly because he’s usually always draping his body against you as he nuzzles his face on the crook of your neck and subconsciously he tends to place chaste kisses on it
These special neck pecks are also very common even in public. It's one of the few forms of pda that Muichiro isn't too shy to exhibit even tho this one can be considered somewhat frisky, but it's all in genuine fondness to him and he could care less what others think because he never notices them anyways
His kisses can be soft and feather-like or rough and needy depending on his mood and in the bedroom it can vary a lot. Usually, he prefers to have you snuggly straddling his lap as his hot body rests flush against the cool headboard, snaking his arms around your waist he practically gets mesmerized by your bouncing figure, taking his veiny length in so well. His mouth latches onto your hardened nipple, he swirls his hot tongue, nibbling and sucking on your nub before letting go with a pop. Pulling your body closer to his, his buried cock twitches inside of you as he feels your chest press against him, his breathes become short and uneven, "s..shit... you're a dream y/n..ah riding me so w-well!" Nuzzling his face in the nape of your neck he bites and sucks on your neck to muffle his groans as he cums his hot seed deep inside you
Specifically your sternum — the very middle of your chest where your heart rests
Shinobu had spent so many years forcing a smile no matter how she felt that she forgot what it was like to actually feel something stir within her, demanding begging to be set free, and at first it scared her. She's lost so much already, what if she loses someone else too? She won't be able to handle that
But whenever she saw you, heard your laugh or felt your warm touch caress her pale skin, she felt her heart start to pound, quicken, tighten, race, all things she never thought she’d feel again — and patiently you coaxed your way through her defenses to find a vulnerable, loud, glimmering love underneath
You were her heart. The one who shared theirs with her when she couldn’t bring herself to have one. So she kisses you most where yours is found, it's her own way of promising herself to you. Kisses are also frequent there because often she’s placed between the safety of your arms as she lays her head on your chest to listen to your steady heartbeat thump against her ear
When you're out in public, Shinobu is somewhat casual with her forms of pda — mostly consisting of soft caresses and small acts of service but one thing that never fails to make your heart flutter is when she kisses her index and middle to gently tap them on your chest. Indirectly giving your heart a kiss since she can't actually place one in public, all the while her lavender eyes pool with love
In the bedroom is when the Butterfly Hashira really takes flight. Her amount of attentiveness and care is unparalleled as she focus on your enjoyment, carefully watching your reactions as she skillfully treads the line between pain and pleasure. Leaving bruising colors in her wake, she'll trail pecks and kisses starting form your jaw all the way until she reaches your chest, "my my aren't we eager? hearing you whine and whimper over the smallest of touches" sighing she glides her thumb across your bottom lip "really, how shameful y/n.." Moving her head down, she continues her assault on your skin as she switches to whispering out sweet nothings and praises. Hovering above your chest she'll place a kiss right where your heart beats rapidly under her touch, all the while smiling to herself
A pulse point — one that thumps ever so lightly against his lips
Wrist kisses can be an extremely sensitive point of the body, it elegantly depicts a sexual undertone and adoration to the receiver and can easily signal an act of loving affection or lustful neediness
This type of kiss pairs perfectly with the sensual Sound Pillar as well as contradict his flamboyance all at once. Mostly because the act itself is both a low-key gesture as it is a loud confession — but of course his fav gesture is a contradictory expression that’s both complicated and simple, something that just can’t be put into words, now that’s flashy!
Uzui is flashy with his affections and he doesn't back down from any act of pda no matter where he is or what he's doing , the bigger the better. He's often holding, caressing, kissing, or extravagantly claiming you as his lover — but really did you expect anything less? The man has 3 wives after all, each with their own handcrafted forms of pda
With this Hashira you just have to accept his pampering and praise. He lives for the moment, and how could he not show off his beloved s/o to everyone he meets? It's honestly impossible! But he'll respect your feelings if you feel like he's doing too much, just don't expect him to cut back completely
But there's something about wrapping his large hand around your forearm and placing a gentle kiss on your pulse that feels so intimate. As the giver Uzui is silently vowing his devotion to you when doing this, maroon eyes intensely focused on you — it's one of the rare times when he fully and willingly submits to you
Placing your trembling body against his broad chest and between his muscular thighs, Uzui nips and kisses the shell of your ear as he presses his throbbing cock on the curve of your ass to relieve some tension. His silky voice coos and whispers a mixture of degrading and encouraging words as he plays with your sex, overstimulating you until you come undone over and over again. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you cum all over his slender fingers for the nth time, “how flamboyant my love.. cumming all over me so shamelessly” he pulls his hand up as his other one grasps your jaw, prying it open to shove his coated digits into your mouth forcing you to taste yourself. With teary eyes, and body spasming as you’re hiccuping and babbling he smiles in satisfaction. Releasing his hold on your jaw he’ll trail his fingertips down your arm to bring your wrist to his lips, with a low chuckle he’ll press a warm kiss, "mm.. that's my good girl/boy" Abruptly pushing you on all fours he hovers over your marked body, his marked body. Aligning himself with your hole, he rubs his blushing tip on your entrance as his large hands caress your waist to hold you in place, “now then … let’s get started”
Devotion, submission, or adoration?
Palm kisses are highly overlooked and honestly it's a real shame. They symbolize love from an innocent heart, like subtle ways of saying "i give you my heart" or "my life and heart are yours to do what you see fit with"
This type of kiss embodies Giyuu's devotion to you perfectly. It's known to everyone that the Water Pillar is a man of very few words, and he himself is aware of that. He knows he's not good at expressing himself but to be honest it doesn’t really matter because what he can't put into words he supplies in actions
Pda isn't very common and generally he gets too shy and flustered to be overly-affectionate in public. Intimate moments like that should only be reserved in the privacy of closed doors where he doesn't need to hold back
That doesn't mean he avoids pda but at best he only holds your hand or pecks your cheek (but that's only if no one is looking), though you have a little more leisure to show your love for him, just please don't overdo it because he might combust!!
Though kissing the palm of your hand is his most preferred act of affection it's something he saves when the both of you are completely alone or somewhere more secluded, and it's only something he does on rare occasions so the meaning behind it stays impactful — but you have a higher chance of receiving one during sex
You're at the brink of exhaustion, having cummed already for the fourth time in a row. Your body was trembling underneath Giyuu as tears streamed down your flushed cheeks. A light sheen of sweat glistned across your body as wet strands of hair clung to your forehead, at this point you couldn't take anymore. Your body was already bruised and marked, you had hand prints decorating your plump ass and a mixture of your and Giyuus cum leaking from your hole. Weakly lifting your arms up you tried pushing your lover away from you, hiccuping as you begged him to stop but all he did was soften his gaze as he gently carressed your wrist. Staring into your irises he brought your shaky hand up to his lips and placed a loving kiss on your palm, "just one more... you can do that for me, ca-ah.. can't you?"
stealing the hashira's haori b/c it smells like them
| ft. rengoku, shinobu, giyuu, and sanemi
a/n: had to pick the characters who actually wear haori for this one, even though tengen whips the reins to my heart 24/7
i got a excited and made these kind of long, so i stopped after four characters for the sake of sleep, let me know if you'd like the others as well! thank you for the request & please enjoy some sweet sweet pining
you cannot tell me this man isn’t organized
a 6ft marie kondo if you may
absolutely finds comfort in meaningful routine like practicing forms, skincare, organizing storage closets, a library organized by word count
“a well kept life is the sign of a dedicated mind”
so when his haori goes missing– one of the only things he doesn’t go a day without– the man is flummoxed
unfortunately there’s only one suspect
but who can blame you??
365 days a year this man smells like a warm fire and it’s just so comforting
and with him always called away to work
and almost dying on the regular
pls let me have this
you were fiercely protective of the things that reminded you of him
absolutely lay down your life precious.
so one day you’re doing laundry in the early morning and see his haori in the pile of clothes to be washed
not on your watch
rengoku wakes up alarmed at his empty arms
he jumps out of bed and reaches for his haori so that he can go look for you without wasting time putting on layers
but it’s not on the hook
did he put it in the laundry?
peers into the hallway
the hamper is gone
not even rengoku does laundry before dawn
“my love?” he bellows through the halls of his home
you’re the only thing that doesn’t wake him up at night; he trusts you. so when you wake up earlier than him and start your day he’s only ever a little extra clingy, never worried
he loves what a hard working morning person you are
even though no one could sleep in decently while living under his roof
he made you like this
laundry at dawn what the fuck
“My darling?” he calls again
he’s wandered into the kitchen where you’re squat on the porch next a basin of water and a pile of clothes.
but you’re not washing them
you’re wrapped up in his haori. over your head, around your shoulders, knees tucked inside of it
you turn to him
only your face peeking out
“it smells like you”
he wastes no time- literally zero seconds
rengoku efficiency kyojuro
scooping up his little ball of love in his arms, dirty haori and all
“i smell like me too! come back to bed
the sentimental value of her haori is extremely high
it was her sister’s after all
so for her to misplace it is wildly out of character
she wakes up in the lab, head on her desk, blanket over her shoulders, in only her corps uniform
she’s in a panic
whatever a panic looks like for this passive aggressive butterfly
its crushing beakers with her bare hands
she dismisses the girls when they ask her why she’s tearing the mansion apart in the middle of the night
windows are broken
she smiles sweetly, wakes up all their patients, and holds an interrogation in the infirmary
kanao stops her before she starts breaking fingers
the last place she checks is your bedroom where you’re sound asleep
she’s careful in here, not to wake you up with her rampage but you’re holding something familiar
how did you get her haori? was it with you the whole time?
you snap her out of her spiral and she’s beside you in seconds
“it appears i’ve been robbed”
“i’m sorry,” you murmur sleepily, “you looked so uncomfortable at the desk i wanted to cover you up and..i just…i thought you wouldn’t need it”
she pulls your blanket up over your shoulders but you reach out for her hand
“i missed you ko, i’m sorry if i startled you by taking it. it just smells like you and you’re doing important work in the lab, so i…didn’t want to interrupt”
she cups your face at this and kisses you quiet
you have zero complaints about this development
she slips the haori out of your hands and drapes it over top of you
“keep it tonight”
“i’ll stay up all night to get my work done if i have to, but no matter what you will wake up next to me in the morning. no more sleeping in the lab. this can keep you company until then”
like shinobu, his haori is extremely sentimental to him
there isn’t a non-sentimental bone in this man’s body
he’s a rickety jenga game of sentimental bones
you knew this, but didn’t realize exactly what his haori meant to him
he wasn’t gonna leave without it
and he’s so aloof it’s hard to get his attention sometimes
it can drive you crazy
“i’m not giving it back Giyuu!”
“come down from there”
he’d cornered you in the study like a wild animal
flailing around in your pajamas and standing on the dresser
“you don’t need it!”
“you’re the one leaving in the middle of the night”
you hated, and I mean hated it when he said your name like that
trust me it’s infuriating
“just come down”
“you’re going to leave!”
the crow came tonight and woke both of you up with new mission details for the hashira
but leaving was proving harder than normal
“they keep sending you on these mission giyuu and, and, one day you might not come back”
he was tired and frustrated and he agreed with you, but he couldn’t just ignore the call
he’d been on hundreds of mission, you accompanied him on many, so you must understand
but when he looked back up at you all flushed and heaving and– teary eyed? he knew the mission wasn’t the problem
he was gonna have to start taking relationship advice from tengen wasn’t he
he quietly offered you his hand
“i’m not gonna take it from you”
you were tired. you gave in
“tomioka..” you whimpered when you realized there was no winning. trying to manage to keep your tears inside your eyes and not flooding the room
you did not manage very well
“you can’t want this stinky old thing”
your head shot up from where you were wiping away tears “i do!”
“you’re Kinoe. you have many of your own hao–”
“it’s the only thing that smells like you”
there wasn’t much he could think to do right then, other than pull you so, so close to him
he wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed the other behind your head
the tears just kept coming now
you both wished there was something other than the shoulder of his uniform to blow your nose on
he didn’t bring it up
“you know” he murmured, “this mission’s in a swamp, so i promise ill give you a nose-full when i get back”
this made you laugh
he might be dense but he was always determined to get there eventually
it’s almost impossible to get him sitting still long enough to really smell him
and he’s surprisingly strict about his hygiene especially when he’s been training and he knows he’s going to see you
but hear me out
this man naturally smells so good
like in a little musky way
trust me, you could bottle this shit
you’ve tried and succeeded
he sweats like a hog
but the stash is running out
today might have been a bad day to get cocky about your secret mission
and you underestimated how much sanemi would miss his simple white haori
you just wanted to breathe in the smell of him for a second
and left it in your bedroom by mistake
you kind of thought he had lots
how the fuck does he keep just the one so white??
slaying demons and getting fucking stabbed all the time
and how were you supposed to know how possessive he was about his silly little clothes
the man literally threatens to destroy everything he sees, it’s not your fault you can’t pinpoint his priorities
you have a lot of access to his personal items
technically you were sanemi’s housekeeper and head of the mansion while he was away
your’s and sanemi’s wildly inappropriate personal relationship notwithstanding
so he came to you immediately
“who the fuck went through my things?!”
at first you didn’t know exactly what this was in reference to
was he complaining about your work?
did you fuck up the laundry?
did you break something
“obanai stopped by today to deliver a message but no one else was home except for me”
why was he shirtless–
“fucking snake i’m gonna kill him”
“mr shinazugawa! wait wait”
you knew you were either gonna have to come clean or read the eulogy at iguro's funeral
“sanemi, sanemi, sanemi, wait”
he paused his rampage at the front door for a second when you called him by his first name
the man’s a whore
he’d forget to eat if you called him that all the time
“i–i took it, not mr obanai. i’m sorry sir” god this was embarrassing. “i didn’t realize how important it was to you”
weird little ego boost, but fine, he’d take it
“where is it y/n?”
“and why is it in there?”
while usually professional and serious, this conversation was making you break a sweat
“it um..smells like you”
that was new. his brow twitched
he quite liked it
he dropped his sword on the table and pulled you close in by the belt of your robe
“wanna breathe me in so bad, why not just say something? i can think of a few different ways to fill you with me”
Summary: It’s no secret that you’ve had a thing for your bestie for quite some time. With a few shots loosening your tongue, will you finally have the courage to confess?
Genre: Romance, Humor, Drama, Modern AU
Warnings: Sexual Content, Mentions of Alcohol, MDNI!
You’re inebriated, stumbling over the eroded path in heels six inches too tall. Feet pulsating, vision doubled. If not for the sturdy body beside you, you would’ve long eaten dirt.
Kyojuro grabs your arms to steady you. Gives you a once over, concern etched within his countenance. You titter. Pat his head whilst he kneels to unlatch your sandals. And as deft fingers ghost over your swollen ankles, something dangerous flickers deep within you.
“Don’t have to do that,” you mumble. Struggle to keep your lids open whilst you lean against him. Kyojuro looks up at you with fondness permeating his eyes.
Through your drunken haze, you think that he is just the purest thing. Know that you would gladly give him your panties your soul the world, no questions asked. Your heels held in one hand, Kyojuro holds you at the small of your back with the other, ushering you up the last few steps of his home.
Swathed beneath the soft glow of the porch light, you both stand. Him rifling through his pocket for the house key, and you tucked into his side, trying to pilfer his body heat.
God, he smells good. Feels even better. Sounds just as sweet as he mutters an apology into your ear after finally unlocking the door. You curl further into him as he patiently shepherds you through the threshold, shutting the door soundly behind.
Bathed in the inky blackness of the entryway, your back finds a wall. You feel him reach around you to flick one of the light switches on. And as harsh, yellow light floods your eyesight, Kyojuro attempts to maneuver himself around you.
However, you won’t be having any of that.
With a burst of energy, your hands lurch forth, ensnaring the silken collar of his button up. Surprise overtakes him. Body ramrod stiff, eyes blown wide. You tug and he hurtles into you, catching himself on the wall at the last second. He cages you in with virile arms and heat as your name falls from his lips in a panicked whisper.
“Kyo,” you drawl, sketching a languid triangle between his eyes and mouth. He swallows audibly, gaze fastened to your lips. “God, Kyo, I’ve wanted you for years. I like you. Like, a lot.” And he’s grown even more rigid with whorled brows and his jaw set in a tight line.
You expected this reaction. Turned your confession over in your mind for months, thoroughly prepared for rejection. Though, you wish it hadn’t bubbled to the surface after you downed one too many drinks. You wanted something more romantic; something cliché out of a harlequin novel, over candlelit dinner or beneath the stars.
You look down at the tiled floor. Arms falling listlessly at your sides. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same,” you grumble, dejected like a child. Feel a sudden urge to recede into yourself at his silence. It’s louder than anything. “I can catch an Uber home. Come back in the morning to get my car. I’m sorry if I crossed a line. I still wanna be your friend, Kyo. I just—"
A lithe digit curls beneath your chin, scattering your wits. Angles your head back, enticing you to look up into his smoldering embers. They’re creased with affection, understanding, smugness. He smiles until craters form in his cheeks.
“Do you honestly think that I am that blind?” Kyojuro questions, levelling his vision with yours. Incredibly close. Hot air wafting across your lips. Near enough to capture your mouth in a fervent kiss if he wanted. However, it is your turn to be stricken with confusion when he says, “the way you acted last night confirmed my suspicions.”
You fix him with a suspicious gaze. Can tell he’s trying his damnedest to hold in a laugh. Kyojuro continues, curling his thumb and index around your chin. “You tried to make me jealous. You threw a tantrum when I gave another woman attention. You’ve been quite fidgety and tongue-tied around me as of late...”
You can’t help but groan as he writes out the laundry list of things you’ve done to wear your heart on your sleeves.
You lean pitifully against the wall. Would slide down it if not for the robust arm encapsulating your waist, drawing you closer. Suddenly, you’re dizzy for an entirely different reason. His touch is enough to bring sobriety barreling to the forefront of your mind. “Did I really make it that obvious?” Cautious like a child caught scouring through the cookie jar. Kyojuro nods in the affirmative, amusement sitting atop his features.
A sigh wrenches itself from your throat. So much for being mysterious and hard to get. “Okay, well…well, what happens now?” Hands thrown up in frustration. You move to tear your fingers through your disheveled locks, but Kyojuro grasps your palm in his. You look to him with lidded eyes as he stamps your knuckles with his sweltering mouth. You bite your lip to ward off a moan; the gesture too intimate for you to handle.
“Now,” Kyojuro rasps, plucking you from the wall. Circles your arms around his neck as he guides your bodies into a gentle sway, hands fit to your hips. Presses your foreheads together and exhales as if a weight has been hoisted off his shoulders. “Now, I take you out on a nice date. Anywhere of your choosing, of course.”
Your childish pout morphs into the barest of grins. Heat simmers in your belly, delight washing over your limbs. He returns your affections without having said it. You’re swimming in the notion. Feel overwhelmingly pleasant and giddy. Still, you push your luck.
“Can we discuss it over sex?”
He chuckles, the rich lilt of it coiling in your chest. For a moment, his mouth pans in. Hovers over yours, teasing soft whimpers from betwixt your lips. “In due time,” Kyojuro promises. Cups your cheek in his palm, gliding the hardened pad of his thumb across your bottom lip. You chase after it, dazed with desire. He roots his nose in the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Stamps the flesh there with a quick peck. “Besides,” murmured hotly into the shell of your ear, “I want you sober when I am buried deep inside you.”
At that, your thighs quake. You feel a wicked smirk forming on the side of your neck. Kyojuro tears himself away, clasping both your hands in his. Drags you from the entryway further into the sanctity of his home. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he tosses over his shoulder, setting course for the master bedroom.
You do not miss the honeyed undercurrents of his voice. A silent declaration of the wonderful things to come.
Sfw Warnings: "Love" at first sight, Fighting rings, Dragon AU, Background IguroxMitsuri, Reader gets sassy and it bites her in the ass, Kyojuro is a lil mean at times then gets nice and gives kissies :)
When attending a dragon fighting match, you catch a certain competitor’s attention...
The stadium was loud, deafeningly loud. Cheering and screams coming from all directions. Even your two friends next to you have practically ruptured your eardrums with their constant applause that seemed to go straight to your pounding brain. You didn’t really see what the big deal was, nor the appeal - watching the two dragons beat at each other.
Dragon fighting had become quite the common sport in the recent centuries, ever since man and beast had formed an alliance. The only reason there had been any conflict in the first place were territorial issues and cultural differences. The cultural differences being their more “primal” urges to battle and mate. The dispute had eventually been settled with the distribution of habitation, easily done since most dragons preferred to reside in shallow caves, and the allowance of skirmishing among their race. They happily welcomed humans to watch their clashing, and basked in the praise of glory and victory. And thus, the game flourished.
But you’d never been one to enjoy watching them fight. It was all just too bloody and violent. After all, you were raised to stay away from such brutality with humans, so why would you savor the sight with dragons? Dragons who looked nothing like the serpents described in ancient tales, and, in actuality, resembled your own kind - save for the protruding horns, thick claws, keen teeth and other beastly traits. It didn’t help to know that they could talk and think just as well as you could, hell, many even better than you could. You’ve read several novels by draco authors, their way of thinking simply divine, and even met several in person who, if not for their unique appearance, could’ve passed for man. Sure, they had rather animalistic tendencies such as instinct and protectionism, but they also had access to progressive, wayward thought. So why fight when one had intelligence? How could a species so smart and civilized be so primitive and bloodthirsty at the same time?
Your lips curled downward in tandem with the fall of the dragon who’d been pitifully bested, the inky haired victor glaring down at him in disgust. You grimaced at the sight of the poor, beaten body, his figure warped with blood and scarring. A dragon fight only ever ended with the loser beaten within an inch of their life... or dead. Killings were only ever punished, never prevented. The crowd boomed in excitement, and your friend, Mitsuri, gripped you by the shoulders and shook you like a bell.
“Wasn’t that a-m-a-z-i-n-g?! Iguro’s fights are always the best, he’s so cool! Like last week, he got this guy by the neck and started -” she blabbered on about the male, most of her speech melting into itself and becoming impossible to understand. Shinobu sighed next you. You questioned, “’Why don’t you just ask him for his signature already?” The woman ceased her assault on your dizzy body and her face went red.
“I-I can’t! You know I can’t! What if he says no? What if he thinks my hair is stupid? What if he thinks I’m stupid! I’d die!” She wailed. You chuckled at her love-struck grief, but you were glad for something to distract from the gruesome sight before you.
“I didn’t ask you to sleep with him. I’m just suggesting that you get his autograph. What is it with you and that dragon guy anyway?”
Mitsuri squealed. “I-I don’t like him like that! You make it sound like I have a thing for them...” You could tell she was more trying to persuade herself against it. Shinobu rolled her eyes and humbled her.
“Oh please ‘Suri- I saw the dragon dildo. You saw the dragon dildo. We both saw the dragon dildo in your dresser. There’s no need to deny your true feelings,” she voiced. Your eyes shot open and your jaw fell as your whipped your head to face the pink-haired woman. “What?!” You cried.
She slapped a hand over Shinobu’s dirty mouth. “Keep it down! Puh- people can hear you!” She was so red that it looked as some of the blood in the arena was smeared over her face. Laughter erupted between the two of you, and Kanroji threw her face into her paws. Poor thing.
You leaned into Shinobu and whispered “How could you tell it was a dragon’s?” You’d heard tell that they had slightly different genitalia compared to the average human, but it was something you were too embarrassed to look into. The brunette smiled deviously.
“Well, the thing was quite the size, and had a knot hung near the bottom.” Your nose scrunched up. “Really? Wouldn’t that hurt?”
She shrugged and teased, “I’m not sure, some people like it. Like her.” Mitsuri screeched.
“Stop talking about it!
A siren rang in the pit, signaling the next round of fighting. The crime scene from the last brawl was already cleaned up, or rather, as clean as it was gonna get. The audience fell silent as they waited for the contesters to be revealed.
The first one finally made his appearance, marching out big and tall with a body covered in tattoos. He threw out confident symbols with his hands, those who were betting on him straining their lungs with praise. A scantily dressed girl in the front row caught his thrown cape and swooned. You groaned, hating the more showy fighters who did so much for applause and self-image. Even if you hated watching them fight, you at least respected those who did it for the soul-purpose of getting stronger instead of winning public attention. The brute stood ready on his side of the arena, cracking his knuckles and baring his sharp teeth. You felt sorry for who had the misfortune of being on the other side - this monster was huge.
Everyone went silent again as you all waited for the other one, a few disrespectful jerks booing at his impending presence. You heard his heavy footsteps echo throughout the stadium, and gasped as soon as his bright image came into view.
Fiery blond hair that pooled down his broad shoulders, beaming red eyes and a rippling body. Wine-rich tattoos of swirling flames framed his chest and face, the color pooling down to cover his arms entirely. The dragon’s claws, fangs, and horns all came to a dangerously cutting edge that made your veins prickle, and you shuttered. He looked so warm, and fibrous. Although he was more lean than his opponent, there was not a doubt in her mind who would win this fight. A brilliant smile tugged on his lips so handsomely, you couldn’t help but mimic the expression yourself.
By then Mitsuri had recovered from her humiliation and witnessed your interest in the man. “Cool, right? That’s Rengoku, he’s one of the more famous fighters. I remember seeing his father fight when I was little too. I guess it’s their family tradition, haha.” The name did sound slightly familiar. This was your first time coming here, but it was common for people to talk about it in their pasttime, similar to how they did sports. Fans roared with his arrival, many lighting fire sparklers that security quickly scrambled to put out. Rengoku’s eyes scanned the crowd, clearly amused with the shining display that was dedicated to him. Once his gaze neared you seized like you were afraid to be caught by a predator. Your stomach did flips when he seemed to do a double-take on your area, gold orbs locking onto yours. Beads of sweat dripped down your forehead, and you slowly looked behind you, trying to see who he was looking so intently at. Unsure, you turned back to him, who was, if you didn’t know any better, laughing at your crippling anxiety.
Stop it, he’s not looking at you. Calm down.
Your fingers tugged at the strings of your cropped hoodie, swallowing your head in the thick fabric to hide from the torture that was his supposed gaze. He likely wasn’t even watching you in the first place, but you couldn’t be too sure. Finally, he turned his attention back to the other dragon. You flushed when you saw him give what was surely a wink in your direction, but maybe you were imagining things. Another deafening ring began the battle.
This time, you couldn’t look away from the fight, eyes forcing themselves onto the blond beast. You were entranced by his movements and the way dodged around his insignificant opponent, delivering powerful blows that knocked the brute into stupidity. The way his muscles strained as he maneuvered in the fight was a sight that couldn’t bare to turn away from, lest you miss their perfect image. Although blood was still splattered, and plenty of it, it seemed less cruel this time. Rengoku wasn’t tearing at the man’s body to make a mess, but that wasn’t to say he wasn’t aiming to scar. Everything was put into simply winning with growth and honor. After a short time, or maybe it was a long time - you lost track - the fight drew to a close. Rengoku the victor. You couldn't even say you watched the fight because truly you hadn’t. You were just watching him. In his teeth was captured a piece of his victim’s bloody cape before he turned his neck to drape it over his shoulder. The audience went wild. Everyone, even Mitsuri and Shinobu, cheered his name. Rengoku! Rengoku! Rengoku!
The concept of cheering over one’s bloody defeat seemed so barbaric, at least it had been before. But in that moment, be it the hype of the battle or your interest in the winner, you joined too.
Everything after that went by so fast, you didn’t feel conscious through most of it.
But from what you could tell, it all started with him whipping around in your direction, hair standing straight up and shoulders tense. The next moment, he was lunging out of the arena and forcing his way through the escaping humans. By the time you blinked, the section had evacuated, people running, and he was perched on the seat in front of you, so close you could feel the heat radiating off his perspiring body. Your ears couldn’t pick up the worried call of your two friends in the background who were being held back by security, all you could hear was the sultry croon that was the dragon’s voice as he leaned in mere inches away from your heated face.
“Did you enjoy my fight, little one?”
You’re breath stuttered, lungs tight inside of your chest.
“I-I-I-” you couldn’t even speak, too shocked.
He chuckled and drew in long breathes, taking in your addicting scent. His eyes glanced down to your (f/c) hoodie with need. A sharp claw tugged at it. “Give me this.” Without thinking, you lifted your arms, allowing the dragon to rip it off you and leaving you in just your laced red bra. Can’t speak. Can’t think. Can’t leave. He brought the fabric up to his nose and inhaled deeply, letting out a satisfied purr while eyeing your exposed rack. Rengoku twisted over to his shoulder, taking the scrap of cape into his teeth and dropping it into your lap. His hooded eyes looked up to gaze into yours, the stare melting your bones.
“This is for you. I won it - just for you.”
You gulped. “O-okay...” your voice only came out in a squeaky whisper, but you could tell he heard. He leaned into your ear, his hair tickling your face and distracting you from the wandering claw that was tugging at the center gore in your lacy corselet.
“Tell me how thankful you are, my little -” The blond growled aggravated, interrupting his question and crouching down to grab at his neck. As he bent, she could see it. And hear it. A shock collar. How had you not noticed that before? Suddenly he was stolen away, your vision clearing enough that you could make out Iguro and a massive white-haired one with who you were unfamiliar. Rengoku fought back viciously, throwing them off of him like a beast only to be dragged back again. You hadn’t even noticed that you yourself were being dragged away as well.
The moment you’re embraced in Mitsuri’s arms, you gasped for breath, apparently having been on the verge of passing out from the lack of oxygen. Hot tears pooled down your cheeks in fat dollops as you coughed and inhaled. You didn’t know what just happened or why you couldn’t escape. You felt like a deer in headlights. There was no time to ask questions as security ushered you out with a half-assed apology. In fact, it seemed the entire stadium had been kicked out.
The train ride home was quite, and you mindlessly played with the buttons of the jacket Mitsuri threw on you. None of you were quite sure what to say or do except for Kanroji, who was soothingly brushing your hair with her fingers. Once they were nearing the station, Shinobu interrupted the silence of the coach.
“We aren’t going back there again,” she stated firmly. Mitsuri thought for a moment and nodded.
“Y-you’re right. Next time, I won’t drag you along, (Y/n), and I’ll -”
“No ‘Suri.” she cut her off. “We aren’t going back there again. None of us.”
The woman’s eyes went wide. “B-but -”
“No Mitsuri! If they can’t control the fighters in the ring or stop them from using their influence, then we aren’t attending anymore.” She crossed her arms.
You looked up from your lap. “She can go. I don’t mind...” Kocho looked at you with sadness and pity, and you hated it. The train came to a stop before she could answer.
The walk to your homes was just as quiet. You could tell Mitsuri was trying hard not to cry, and it was eating you up, but you had no clue as to how to comfort her because Shinobu’s word was practically law. You gave her a sad goodbye as she parted for her house, her sniffles heard as she walked away. As you and Kocho made your way her house, you spoke up.
“You shouldn’t have told her that. She can still go there if she wants. You know she likes Iguro.” The woman sighed.
“I know, but it would be too dangerous considering... what just happened today.”
“...Whatever that was had nothing to do with her. She really wants to meet him and we shouldn’t stop her from working herself up to it.”
“She has met him before.” You slowed your walking. “What?”
She turned to you with melancholy look in her eye. “Before you had moved here, her and I used to go there often. She’s been obsessed for a long time, you see.” She took a breath. “I don’t know how she did it, but she got us in the back to meet him. I wasn’t all that interested so I told her to go on without me, but she took a long time, and naturally I got concerned.” You saw her fiddling with the edge of her coat similar to how you did when you got nervous. Was she nervous?
“When I found her, she was talking to him... or rather, listening I suppose. It was only him speaking. His voice sounded strange, and it was so unusual for Mitsuri to stay so quiet, and that’s when I noticed - he was stopping her from talking. At that point I had stepped in and dragged her away, luckily before he did anything. She said she doesn’t remember what he said, but it soon after that I found that thing in her drawer, so I can guess what it was about.” It was a lot of information to take in. You hadn’t known such a thing to have happened, obviously. There wasn’t a doubt within your mind that Kanroji was telling the truth, considering she had been so nervous earlier about what he would think of her appearance. But perhaps there had been a part of her mind that did remember. There was another factor in the story that drew your concern.
“What do you mean he was stopping her from talking,” you asked. She pinched her brows and inquired, “Back at the ring - did you look... Rengoku... in the eyes?” She said his name quietly as if it would trigger you. It didn’t. You nodded.
“And you couldn’t move? Couldn’t speak? But did what he told you to do?” You thought back to the memory and confirmed. “Yes.” She sighed weakly.
“For them, one of their mating practices involves influencing the actions of their desired mate using eye contact and intimidation. It has the same purpose when used on humans except the result is more fear-inducing since, well, we don’t have the same instincts that they do. It’s a more sexual experience for them.” Your nose scrunched up. Although you somewhat remembered what happened in the stadium, things were still blurry. You didn’t want to be so bold as to assume he was grooming you for mating, but the experience did have a sexual feeling to it. And you did feel afraid in the moment. At least you thought you did.
“Shinobu...,” you shook your head, “It was just a one-time thing, I’m sure it meant nothing. I’m fine now, Mitsuri’s fine. We can sit in the far back next time if you’re worr-” “There won’t be a next time,” she stated.
“I’m sorry, but it’s just something I wouldn’t like to risk. Dragon’s don’t have the same laws as us, and if something bad happened... I’m not sure. I just know it would be bad,” she uttered. She stopped walking and you realized you had reached your house. “Please, trust me.” Your mouth fell open and shut, and you nodded. She smiled, but it didn’t look happy.
You waited for her to leave the trail to your neighborhood completely before you booked it to the library, intent on educating yourself of the mating rituals of dragons. You were already so unfamiliar with their practices besides scenting and battle, and such ignorance had worked against you. There wasn’t anything about the interspecies relationships despite them definitely existing, but you did find a reliable source for regular dragon mating. As you read along the scrappy pages, you couldn’t help but notice how all of the signs were there of the dragon’s interest in you.
Battle was to impress the desired mate and prove they could protect.
Did you enjoy my fight, little one?
Taking clothing and belongings to include in the coupling nest.
Give me that.
Gifting of battle spoils to prove strength and the ability to nurture, as well as a proposal of mating.
This is for you. I won it, just for you.
The need for praise to make sure they were a good mate.
Tell me how thankful you are.
You bit your lip frustrated, and honestly a little flattered. But also undoubtedly guilty. Because it was kinda your fault for leading him on, apparently. The name they used on the stage (Rengoku), it turns out, was used as both a battle and mating call, with their secretive first name only used for domestic interactions with close friends and family. So when you had cheered for him, he must’ve gotten the wrong idea. And damnit, you took his offering! That meant you had accepted his proposal to becoming his mate. Sure, you thought he had been attractive and all, but this method of flirtation was... overwhelming, to say the least. Why give you the bloody remnants of his battle when he could’ve just asked you out to dinner? And he tried to rip your clothes off in front of hundreds of people! Speaking of which, there was a section for that too.
Draco suitors who show more public displays of suggestion tend to desire a larger sum of whelps than those who stay introverted. Not much information has been found for the reason, but Dracologist Amane Ubuyashiki has stated that both exhibitionism and vast breeding could simply translate to a more primal form of claim over their mate.
The rest of the section was about nesting practices and mating which you read over a little too enthusiastically. It was easy to see why so many people fetishized about it, it was so.... primal. So much scenting and biting throughout the whole thing. It was embarrassing to know that influencing only worked when both parties were attracted to each other. It wasn’t your fault he was hot! Your eyes gawked when you saw their genitalia, far bigger that the average humans and ridged with a thick knot near the base. Supposedly it only grew to its fully enormous size when it was locked, but it still seemed an impossible fit! Maybe you’d ask Mitsuri about it later.
When you got back home, you felt exhausted and needy.
Your bed felt stiff when you laid down, which was disappointing, but sleep still needed to be had. You hadn’t even bothered to take anything off of your or clean up, collapsing on the futon as soon as you got through the door. You groaned uncomfortable and shifted on your side. A lump in Mitsuri’s coat dug into your side, so you fished it out, curious to what it possibly could have been. And in your hands was the bloody cape you had been “gifted” earlier.
The cloth was thoroughly crusted in dried blood, but it was also warm, as if lingering with the effects of the dragon’s touch. You shoved the thing under your pillow and tried to sleep, so drowsy that you didn’t notice the visitors that had let themselves in.
Did you enjoy my fight...
This is for you. I won it - just for you...
Tell me how thankful you are...
M y l i t t l e o n e
When you awoke, you felt groggy and stark. There was a jabbing pressure against your stomach as if you were bent over something, and your joints felt scratchy and pressed together. Your body was bouncing with movement, like you were being carried off somewhere, and the air was cold as hell. A groan left your lips as your concern grew
“She’s waking up, you idiot. I told you she needed more anesthesia.”
“Can you relax? We’re almost there. Sniff that pink chick’s jacket again, you’re too tense.”
Okay, something was definitely wrong, you knew that now. Fuck. You tried pulling apart your limbs which you now realized were tied together, the effort twice as pointless because your bones felt like jelly. Your vision was still void, and any speech you tried to spew came out as babble. Hanging over the large strangers shoulder was dizzying.
“Why did you have your women dress her up like that anyway?. We should’ve just dropped her off as she was and been done with it.”
You heard a sigh.
“Obanai, Obanai, you poor, ignorant man. You don’t know him like I do. The guy hated those other ones we offered him, so let’s go all out with this one. Have a heart for once.”
Obanai? Iguro’s here? Oh god, why couldn’t you move? Who were they talking about? You couldn’t think or remember. Tears dripped down your cheeks, but they went ignored, the man still lugging you onward toward an unknown destination. Slowly, you regained feeling in your limbs, working yourself up to closing your fist. But you heard Iguro hiss across from you.
“Tengen, I’m giving her more. At this rate she’ll be awake before he even gets there.” The man, Tengen, groaned.
You felt like you were suffocating when the needle pierced your neck. And then everything went black.
You gasped, jumping up from your recline ready to fight, but nobody was there. Nobody was anywhere. And where were you? Your eyes glanced around the room, or rather, environment you were kept in. You knew a cave when you saw one, and a dragon cave at that. Although, it was definitely as well kept as a room would be, you supposed. In the ground was planted sparking glowstone that gave the dim cave an intimate light, as well as hundreds of candles spread throughout the vast area. The ceiling had a nice cascading effect from top to bottom, and off in the distance, you spotted steaming pools that seemed to shimmer under the water. Most impressive of all was the spot you were currently set in, which looked to be a large divet in the cave floor that was thickly swaddled in furs and pillows of all kinds. But even with the tall layering, you still had to extend your limbs to climb out of the enormous sinkhole. A big nest for a dragon meant they wanted many whelps, and the thought made you shiver. Get out of here.
You sprinted over to the fuming waters and leaning over the rim, hoping to get a view of whatever skimpy outfit you were forced into. If not for the sweltering temperature in here, you would’ve been freezing.
With the water acting as a mirror, you took a look at yourself. It essentially looked like lingerie - a thin, cherry bra that just barely covered your breasts and a split-thigh skirt merged with panties that ran all the way up to your hips and more resembled a curtained thong. You desperately needed to get out of here. Immediately. You took deep, slow breaths, trying not to hyperventilate. Having a panic attack would not help your situation right now. Think. You went to your house. Woke up. Iguro was there. Talked about giving you to - Oh god. Now you remember.
Heavy, impending footsteps only confirmed your suspicions, and you scrambled to hide behind the nearest cave wall. Even in this dark cavern he seemed to glow, those bright red eyes flickering like fire and shining muscles on full display from the robe that was dropped down to his waist. He looked worked up and messy. Maybe he’d just gotten back from a fight. Probably. And he was sniffing the air like crazy and looking around. He knew you were here. You slowly covered your mouth with your hand and tried to keep quiet. Your body was shaking like a leaf despite it being hot as an oven in here, but there wasn’t much you could do when fear raked your being.
“Little one?” he called. You shook and had to stop yourself from whimpering. The pet name forced you to remember the arena, and how helpless you were then and how helpless you were now. He drew near to your hiding place and your heart stopped. His signature smile fell into a stern look. “Little one,” he warned, “little one, come.” This time you couldn’t help the fearful whine that escaped your throat. It was little and nearly inaudible, but the dragon snapped in your direction and promptly marched over.
You cowered as he came over, tensing at the sinewy arm he threw over you. You were powerless to stop him as he led you away from the hideout, settling for shutting your eyes as tightly as you could. You wouldn’t let him influence you again. He purred against you as he guided you into the familiar pit of bedding, rubbing his cheek all over your face and neck to scent you. Rengoku pushed you deeper and deeper into the mass of furs. You hissed and pushed him off of you, forgetting to keep your eyes closed. “Stop that.”
He gazed up at you with hooded, alluring eyes. "Do you like our nest mate? I made it just for you." His teeth grazed down your collar bone, and you shivered. "The perfect place to make our brood." You yelped and tried to crawl away.
“Rengoku...” His pupils sharpened at the call of his mating name, and you heard a growl curdle in his chest. “...or whatever your other name is - I think there’s been a mistake. I don’t want to be here!” He chuckled and pushed the smooth edge of his horns into your chest, similar to a playful goat. You remembered what this meant from the book - he wanted you to submit and present for him. So you grabbed the thick marrow and pushed him away - communicating disinterest. And he looked up at you with the saddest puppydog eyes you’ve ever seen. No, you had to stay strong.
“I’m really sorry, but this is all just happening so fast, and I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I... I can give back that thing you gave me at the tournament if you want. I didn’t mean to take it.” The blond plopped down on his haunches as you cautiously crawled away after your denial. The look was so painfully similar to the one Mitsuri had when told she couldn’t see her obsession anymore.
“Mate? Did I do something wrong?” You pressed a finger to your lips to silence him
“No, no, not mate. It’s (Y/n) okay. Listen - I really like you, but this entire... mating ritual... isn’t something I’m used to. And I’m willing to bet you’re the reason I was kidnapped!” You accused.
He nodded. “It’s the celebration of my 300th victory today. And that means I get the mate of my choosing.”
You shook your head. “For dragons that means you get the mate of your choosing. I’m human, and we don’t apply to that.” You crossed your arms. “We don’t just randomly give ourselves to strangers either. You know nothing about me.” Rengoku whined and quickly leapt over to you, his huge body weighing onto yours as he nuzzled into your breasts. Another instinct that was completely inappropriate in human culture but openly practiced amongst dragons for comfort. And to check if their mate could properly nourish their children, sneaky bastard.
“I’m sorry, little one. That was inconsiderate of me. I do want to know you,” His claws dug into your back as he hugged you closer. “I’ll be better” he promised and kissed your collar. God, the guy was cute. You had to give him that. You weren’t sure if he was sorry, but he certainly wanted to treat you well. You awkwardly pet his head and sighed, looking around for something to cover yourself in since he clearly couldn’t stay away from your bosom. Your eyes caught onto the familiar (f/c) fabric, and you squirmed out of his grasp to grab for it. the sleeve was in your grasp when you felt a muzzle press into your barely-clothed center. You whipped around to face him. “Hey!”
The sound of your palm across his cheek echoed throughout the cavern. And so did the pained yelp that was ripped from your throat when he nipped your wrist. Your other hand grabbed at the surface damage, and you cowered when he looked down at you.
“Bad mate. No hitting. Apologize.” He was controlling you again.
“I-I’m sorry,” you whimpered. Another rule you failed to remember - violence begets violence. A gentle and weak mate doesn’t get to claim an aggressive one after all. The blond cooed at your submission and crawled over you. His entire body towered over your little form. The purrs deep in his lungs vibrated against your belly as he resumed nursing position, this time kneading your tits with his paws and pushing them against his face. You could only lie there, whether it be by your own shock or the effects of his spell. A hot tongue licked under the swell of your breast and you gasped. Your fists clenched as he continued his assault, courage building in your chest until it bubbled over into a rough shove that you delivered to the beast. As fast as you could manage while you were free, you clawed your way out of the nest and made haste toward the baths. Rengoku cackled behind you.
“You are feisty, little one! I do enjoy the challenge,” he purred. You wound around the confusing maze of his home, unable to find an exit but continuing onward.
“Yeah? Well, I hope you like losing too because there’s no way I’m just gonna let you have me!” you yelled over your shoulder. You made your way down another large tunnel, but a thick hand on your waist told you your time for escape was over. He snatched your wrists to hold your trembling back against him and leaned into your ear to whisper.
“How about we play a game then, hm?” Despite your brave words before, you gulped and stuttered, “W-what?” The beast’s claw traced the strap that wrapped around your exposed hip and plucked it like a string of music.
His voice was so hot against your ear. “You run off and find a good hiding spot, yeah? You’ll have ten minutes to hide, and I’ll have ten minutes to find you.” His lips curled against your nape as you froze like prey. “If I don’t, you get to have your freedom. And if I do, I get to have you. Sound fair?” It was more of a statement rather than a question. No, it wasn’t fair. But you didn’t have many other options and responded with a disoriented whine. A slap to your ass snapped you from your trance.
“Then get a move on, sweetness. I’m getting hungry.”
You grimaced at the new pet name and leg-buckling indication, but obliged. You had underestimated just how huge this place was. It was massive. More proof of just how many offspring the dragon wanted. Each tunnel lead to another sub-section and for the life of you, you couldn’t tell if you were getting very far. Although, you had to admit that being hunted down like this was kind of exciting, certainly more exciting than your past sexual experiences. You lost count of the seconds after seven minutes, and that was a while ago so you took a journey down another hellishly long hallway and actually found somewhere quite convenient. This room was filled to the brim with fabrics and furs and cottons. It must’ve been where he was storing extra nesting materials. You quickly buried yourself under the materials, digging all the way to the bottom and fixing the space to make it look untouched. Breathing was difficult and the weight was so heavy that you worried of how you would get out, but there were more pressing matters at hand.
And so the wait began.
You counted in your head to take up the time and tried your best not to move or make a sound. Sweat was pooling down your body in thick beads and no doubt making your scent stronger, you prayed to the gods he wouldn’t get to this area at all lest he smell your sweet aroma and the wetness leaking from between your thighs.
The thrumming of your heart rang in your ears loudly when you heard his footsteps near and you willed the thing to quiet so you could listen closely. You heard the predator deeply sniff the air and it seemed as if he had stopped right in front of your hiding place. You threw a hand over you mouth and waited.
You rewarded yourself with a gulp of oxygen when you heard the man leave, but cursed when you’d realized you lost your count of time again. Around seven or eight minutes maybe? It was close to the end, you knew that. You hoped he would at least be honest with the time limit. Two minutes later and your chest filled with joy! and disappointment. Only a few seconds more and you could get out of this whole mess and go home with your dignity. You took another deep breath and sighed.
“You hid well! Although, a suggestion for next time would be to find someplace that would better mask your arousal, (y/n).” You couldn’t even react before a fist around your ankle was yanking you out of the burrow. You tried to thrash and tell him to stop but your movement and sound were muffled by the weight of furs on top of you.
“I suppose a human such as yourself never really stood a chance in the first place. I’m a warrior yet to be bested, after all! What kind of mate would I be if I couldn’t hunt you down and sate your needs?” He sounded too genuine, even with the filth and obsession that left his mouth.
As soon as your bottom half was pulled out, ass presented in the air, he delivered another playful spank and reached under your skirt to pull at the center of your panties, letting it snap back over your pussy. You cried out from both sensations. “W-wait!” you pleaded, a hint of excitement in your voice but mostly fear. Rengoku threw your thighs over his shoulders and pressed his face into your center.
“I’ve waited long enough.”
And with that the man rose from his knees, pulling the rest of your sweaty body from the covers and letting your head smack against his toned stomach. Blood rushed to your head from the hanged position, and you were forced to scramble for purchase as he held you up with only his brawny arms wrapped around your hips. More heat gathered in your cheeks when you felt him intake a deep scent of your fragrant cunt. You squealed and dug crescents into his thighs as he nosed the cloth out the way and gave an experimental lick to your sinfully damp heat. A heavenly feeling you were not expecting. But instinct played its part when you subconsciously bucked into it. The dragon chuckled into your lips and hummed when he took your tasty bundle of nerves into his mouth.
“Such a fine mate. I know you’ll take my knot so well.” As scared as were for such a thing to happen, the worry sank to the back of your mind when his tongue felt sooooo goood. And hot.
His mouth drooled all over your poor cunt while he walked you back down the large corridors to his nest, that he was no doubt going to breed you in. Your nest too now, apparently. The top that kept you concealed was as good gone as it rode down under your dangling tits, and the feeling of your sensitive nipples rubbing against his skin made it so hard not to scream. You held strong around his madriff, moaning into his clothes and clamping your thighs around his head, telling yourself the purpose was to keep you from falling and definitely not to get more of his avid tongue in your pussy.
This man wasn’t just eating you out. He was eating. You. Out. Tongue licking over every crevice in your folds and lips sucking on your clit like he needing it to survive. Every ravenous growl into your sex vibrated through your stomach and made you drip. Occasionally he would pull back blow on the growing wetness and tell you how perfect you were while you shivered and whined.
“So delicious. I could eat you for days, sweetness.”
Oh please do.
“My perfect little mate. You’re far too beautiful.”
Mmm, yes, thank you.
“Don’t you see what you do to me, little one?”
You could. You feel it, even, with the bulge that was tenting near your face. And with the question, his tongue aggressively lapped at your sensitive clit until you were coming all over his face with a wail. “Yes Rengoku!” He purred at your call and drank your juices down hungrily. His lips pressed sweet kisses to your folds as you came down from your high, panting and softly moaning. Fighting this was pointless. He’d already won.
Luckily for your given arms, you’d reached the nest, and Rengoku set your limp body down gently into the much needed comfort. You weakly settled into the warm furs and nearly dozed off until you felt thick fingers prod your slick entrance. Your flinched away from sensitivity and stopped him by rolling onto your side. “No, please... I can’t, not again,” you muttered out.
He crawled over you to place a sweet kiss to your temple and crooned into your ear.
“Shhhh, hush now. I need to prepare you for me or it will hurt. You want to please me don’t you? Take my knot again and again until I’m emptied?”
He was effecting you again, but this time you found you didn’t even care and rolled back over to spread yourself for him. “Yesss,” you slurred.
“Yes what, dearest?”
You sighed and rolled your hips at him suggestively. “Yes Rengoku, my m-mate.” He smirked triumphantly and kissed you, on the mouth this time. Your flavor lingered heavily on his tongue, but instead of disliking it, your arousal increased tenfold. “That’s my girl. I’ll be sure to breed you well for being so good for me.” Your empty pussy clenched at his promise.
He quickly tore off what remained of your cherry lingerie, and his tongue worked in tandem with his fingers as both thrust past your respective holes. You greedily downed his saliva as his finger, then two, worked your tightness, scissoring you open and making you gush. You hadn’t thought kissing to be on the table since it was more humane custom of affection. Perhaps he had known more about your species than initially thought and just hadn’t wanted to take that more complicated route of courting you. You soaked the nesting underneath you and he reveled in it, loving how much your scent was masking the bed. The man added a third digit and curled them into your sweet spot, and you bit his lip to distract from the mind-blowing feeling. Just his three fingers felt bigger than anything you’d ever taken before, and he managed to map out your insides in a matter of moments. The lewd squelches of him plunging into your core over and over again echoed throughout the cave and made you all the more desperate and embarrassed. You’d been so strong-willed before, and now you were pathetically letting him ruin you as he pleased. Would he think less of you for it?
As if reading your mind, he gave your lips one final peck and moved down your neck, muttering his praised as he covered the responsive flesh in bruising love bites.
“That’s it, darling. Keep being so obedient for me. Good girls get filled and knotted,” he whispered into your skin, making you shutter. The thought of being knotted no longer made you nervous, and instead made you even more antsy to get it over with. The dragon wouldn’t be so keen on doing it unless he knew it would feel amazing for you, and, shockingly, you trusted him.
You threw your head back and cried when his mouth descended upon your perk nipple, tongue caressing and flicking it. It was thrilling to feel his sharp teeth graze the sensitive bud, and you grasped a handful of his thick, golden hair to keep him steady as he nursed. The grind of his palm against your clit as he plunged into you once more finally did you in, and you came with a shrill cry. Rengoku released your breast with a pop, and nuzzled it as he pressed his horns into you once more. Another strong request for you to submit to him. This time you took him by the horns and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. “Rengoku?” you breathed.
He lips brushed against your as he took them again. “Yes, my love?”
“What’s your name? Your actual name?” You’d be damned if you let him have his way with you without getting his name first. He laughed and nipped at your jaw line.
“It’s Kyojuro, my little one. Try not to forget it in a moment.” If you weren’t so pliant for him, you would’ve rolled your eyes at his confidence.
He pulled his hand away from your sex, strings of your slick sticking to his digits. His lustful eyes gazed into yours as he took them into his mouth and licked each claw clean. You were grateful he had retracted his sharp nails before pleasing you. But now they were out again as he wrapped your creamy thighs around his hips. You impatiently kicked at his robe while he undid it and he chuckled at your brattiness. “Patience~,” he sang.
When he pushed away the limp cloth and revealed himself, you gasped at the mere sight. It was massive, even larger than the model in the novel you read. Compared to yourself, it must’ve gone much past your naval, and the girth was nearly as thick as your arm. It wasn’t fully swelled yet, but you could see the heavy knot that was beginning to form near the base and was even wider than the swell of his shaft. He must’ve noticed your nerves as his paws calmly kneaded your thighs as your tried to squirm away.
“Kyojuro... i-it won’t fit.” He smiled softly and pulled you flush against him, his cock resting on your belly and stopping a good bit over your belly button. You felt how swollen and heavy his balls were against the curve of your ass.
“It will. We’ll just have to take our time, won’t we?” He rolled his hips, and you gasped softly. Kyojuro stroked your belly as he withdrew to press the fat, blushing tip to your entrance and slowly pushed it past the tight ring of muscle. Your nails dug into the nest as your cunt was stretched so wide it took your breath away. But the built up lubrication did help, and it was only a few moments later the full chunk of his head was embraced by you velvety walls. You saw the blondes eyes scrunch closed and brows furrow, signaling his diminishing patience to take things slow. You stroked his cheek tenderly and pulled him down for a kiss.
He licked all over your lips, jaw, and tear-stained cheeks as he slowly fed you his inches and crooned encouragement into your ear. Fuck, he was big. It felt like you would burst at any moment. But you did enjoy the incredibly full feeling, having never felt so fed in your entire life. Your cervix being forced to stretch to the back of your uterus felt a bit nauseating at first, but with time (and praise) your body soon adapted. It was a very instinctually primary thought, but you felt giddy knowing such a large thing would be able to breed your womb well. It was like the dragon’s own need to mate was infecting you as well, even causing you to bite and lick over his features as he was doing yours. And for the first time in your life, your finally realized why they partook in such primitive ways - it felt fucking good.
With one final pitch forth, he was fully sheathed inside your cunt, and you hmphed. That last bit was especially thick, and you knew it was because of the developing knot. It was hard to think being so stuffed, but lingering curiosity caused you to look down and witness the prominent imprint that such an impressive cock left in your belly. Shit. You squeezed around him on accident and he whined.
“Careful, sweetness. I want to be gentle with you, but that will be difficult if you don’t behave.” You panted and muttered under your breath. “Tch, I didn’t ask you to do that.” You broke from your haze and tensed when you realized you’d sassed out loud.
“Oohohoo~” he chuckled amused. You quickly put your hands up to shield your self and apologize, “W-wait, I-I didn’t me-” He slapped a hand over your stuttering lips and squeezed your flushed face.
“Such a disobedient mouth. Perhaps I should have used that first,” he growled. You violently shook your head in his hold, tears threatening your eyes but your core betraying you and squeezing him tighter.
“No? Then do as I say if you want to walk tomorrow,” Rengoku hissed. Because he was Rengoku, a prized dragon fighter that hadn’t lost a single battle since his career started and spilled enough blood to fill a lengthy river. But you didn’t want Rengoku right now, you wanted Kyojuro. Sweet and playful and gentle Kyojuro.
“K-k-kyojuro!” you cried into his palm as a tear rolled down your cheek. He left go and licked it up immediately. You sniffled, and he rubbed his cheek against yours.
“I’m sorry, liitle mate. That was far too mean of me. You deserve only the best, sweet thing.” He pressed a kiss to your nose and then your rosy lips. Hesitantly you reciprocated. He was only a dragon after all, it was in their nature to be rough during their rut.
He licked and nibbled at your ear. “Darling, are you okay? Can I keep going?” You stroked his hair back then wrapped your arms around his back. “mhmm, just... be nice?” Kyojuro feathered a kiss to your cheek and purred into your ear.
You held your breath when he withdrew the first few inches of his cock, then whimpered when he plunged them back in, a wet noise reaching your ears. True to his promise, he was kind in the first few thrusts, setting a slow, grinding pace that stretched you out but felt pleasant. The heavy stimulation to the mouth of your cervix was delicious, and that coupled with the tongue he had suddenly wrapped around your breast made your insides more easily mold to his phallus.
“Mmm, feels good,” you praised, hoping he’d enjoy it as you did, “mate.” He growled into your skin and increased his pace and pullout.
“Yes... good girl, keep calling me that.” Despite the growing power of his thrusts, the pain and discomfort continued melting away until you were left in an oasis of pure ecstasy. The hot veins of his cock pulsing against your walls made you mewl in his ear like a kitten. And every time his growing knot caught against your g-spot made your eyes roll to the back of your head. He plowed even faster and you started whining. You didn’t even notice the drool that was beginning to run down the side of your mouth.
“Soooo goood, Kyojuro. I-it feels soo good,” you panted and clung onto his back. Your honey was dripping all over his length and coating his balls, making them slap wetly against your backside. He groaned and brought a hand up to rub your clit, pounding you through your first orgasm. The pleasure traveled through every nerve in your body, all the way to your thrown-head and curling toes. He hissed at the tight grip your fluttering pussy had around his cock, but admired how well you were milking him. You would get your fill soon enough.
“Mm, gonna knot you so well - nnn - pump you so full of my seed until your bursting. You’ll look so pretty carrying my brood.” His cock twitched and seemed to swell even larger. You cried into his shoulder as his pace quickened and fingers pinched your little bead. Everything was so much - the sensations, the pounding, the heat. It felt like the dragon was boiling you alive with pleasure. Pleasure that nearly distracted you from the bulbous knot that was furiously swelling with each trill into your core. Your legs quivered helplessly around his hips with each catch, waiting anxiously for the moment it would fully catch inside you and force you to take every drop of precious cum he had stored up just for this moment. His growls became viscous.
“Fuck - tell me who owns you!”
You whined pathetically and tried to stutter with swollen lips and a dumb brain. “Y-you.” His hand slapped over your aching clit and he bit down on your shoulder. You screamed and tried to think with your stupidly fucked head.
“K-k-kyojuro!” You wept.
You were bawling now, a flurry of pain and pleasure. His ferocious pace didn’t die down for a second and edged you that much closer to what you could tell would be your most powerful orgasm yet.
“M-muh-m-my - My mate! Ah~” He sucked on the scar he forced into your flesh, almost like a reward.
“Good girl - my perfect little one. Show me how much you want my seed. Show me!”
And with one final, dizzying thrust, he peaked. Kyojuro bottomed out, tip pressed directly against the mouth of your womb, and his painfully heavy knot locked inside your cunt. His cock throbbed dramatically, the first wave of cum spilling into your pussy hotly. Fat tears fell heavily down you cheeks as you threshed to escape the lock, his knot pressing directly into your g-spot mercilessly. If you thought you were overstimulated before, you were wrong. So wrong. Now it was torture.
“I can’t, ah ah, I can’t, I CAN’T! Oh - oh please, ah! I can’t- oh my god, hah.”
The plea fell on deaf ears as the dragon’s tongue hung out and drooled onto nesting bed, focused solely on filling you, his new breeding bitch, up with his copious spunk. With another roll of his hips, you were squirting all over his pelvis. Your nails dug into his broad shoulders as you tried to get away, but the more you writhed, the harder it bullied your sweet spot and the harder you came.
Even when exhausted and on the verge of unconsciousness, your cunt still milked his steamy cum into your womb, your belly gently swelling with each sip. Your mate was quite proud of you. Your first knotting and you did so well! He cooed in your ear with each swig and pulled you to drape over him so as to not crush you and the child that was inevitably growing in your belly. Not a drop was dripping past the plug and you whimpered when he tugged on it as he moved.
“So well - you did so well.” He brushed a strand of your messy hair behind your ear and kissed your head. “Absolutely amazing. I know you’ll make a fine mother for our young, won’t you?” His peck felt like the warmest, most comfortable pillow you’d ever laid on.
“Mhmm,” you sighed, eyes fighting to stay awake. Kyojuro giggled at your sleepy state. It would be a while until his knot went down, so you might as well get some hours in. You’d need them.
“I suppose you’ve earned your rest, little (y/n). But don’t keep me waiting long. I plan to take you many, many times over.”
You hummed in acknowledgement and let your eyes close. You trusted your new mate to take care of you now.
You were his little one, after all.
God that fight was spectacular, what an absolute demon of an opponent! Rengoku had still won of course, but wow! What a rush! He couldn’t wait to get home to give you the bloody spoils and tell you about it. Or well, there were other things to be done first, but he’d tell you about it later for sure! You’d come a long way from your distaste about dragon sport, and it was nice to see how much it was growing on you. Such a supportive mate.
The moment he’d walked in, he could tell you were sleeping. He found it so cute how tired you’d grown in the past month since you’d first mated, surely a result of fertile pregnancy. The dragon cooed at your resting form when he submerged into the nest.
Rattled from your sleep from the sudden movement in your bed, you yawned wide and rubbed at your tired eyes. Looking up from your starfish position, you weren’t surprised to find the handsome blond doting on you as he always did when he returned. With one last dreamy sigh, you finally gave him what he was looking for, rolling onto your softly swelled belly and presenting your ass up in the air. He got full view of your pretty sex like this, your hole still dribbling with a thick, creamy stream of the last load he knotted you with right before he left for battle. You threw him a lusty gaze over your shoulder as he crawled over to you. Being so empty of him for hours had been lonely, but you were happy with the milky gift he left in your womb to keep you warm for when he was gone.
Throbbing cock in hand, he slowly slid inside you, stretching your walls as deliciously as you remembered. You mewled and let your head rest against your folded arms as he set a gentle pace for you. Good mate. You moaned.
Okay okay what about f!reader who does some sort of plant breathing and while fighting she accidentally hits tengen, kyo, and giyuu (separately) with a plant that acts as an aphrodisiac
Aphrodisiac you say?
Simply because I wanted to, I included Sanemi. Hope you enjoy!
Aphrodisiac!Reader x Sanemi/Giyuu/Tengen/Kyojuro
P.S. everything here is consensual
Poor Reader…she just wanted to help. Technically she did, her Breathing Technique working just as it was supposed to on the demon. Stunning it long enough for the Hashira to swoop in and cut its head off. But they didn’t listen to your warning that they shouldn’t step in! That only you were resistant to the effects of the aphrodisiac…
“You are aware I trained to build an immunity to poison, correct?” he asks, almost mockingly, reaching a large hand down to ruffle your head playfully. Was your hair always this soft?
“Tengen!” you scold, and he can’t stop his mouth from twitching when he hears your cute voice, “We have to get you to Shinobu! This could be really bad!”
You’re tugging on his big arm, two small hands not even able to wrap around his muscular bicep. He loves how tiny you are in comparison to him. So soft and warm.
“Tengen?” you call to him. He doesn’t know when he even got on top of you...when he caged you underneath his big frame. But now that you’re here…
Arms raised and reaching behind you so that you can wrap them around his neck for support as he grips your ankles from behind.
“You know,” he grunts as he plows into you, heavy cock battering your poor pussy, “I wish you would have done this a long time ago!”
“Tengen! Tengen!” is all you can say, grateful that your back is facing him so that he can’t see how your eyes are rolled back, how your drool runs down your chin.
“Y/n!” he groans, finally letting go of your legs so that you can kneel as he wraps both his huge arms around your frame and plows into you, thrusting even as you feel your legs shake from the hot cum that threatens to drown your insides.
“Kyo!” you cry out, running and holding onto him as he falls to his knees, “Are you okay?!”
“Y-yes!” he shouts, “In fact, I’ve never felt better! I feel ready to fight an army of demons right now! I’m so warmed up! I could just-!” He dashes around madly, launching himself off trees with such speed that you’re only able to see the blurred sight of his haori zooming around.
“Amazing, isn’t it?” he asks, suddenly face to face with you, eyes wide and glowing like always. But he’s breathing hard and you can see the sweat trickling down his face.
“Kyojuro…” you start, placing your hand on his forehead, “You’re really burning up! Let’s sit down for a second, okay?”
Sitting in a clearing, hoping the cool wind would make him feel a little better, you search your bag for some water.
“Y/n!” Kyojuro shouts, “You’re very beautiful!”
“Thank you,” you mumble, trying not to stare at the man who already has his shirt tossed to the side, muscular chest rising and falling with every labored breath he takes.
“Very! Very beautiful!” he exclaims and the heat rushes to your cheeks. Suddenly feeling thick arms wrap around you from behind, feeling blond hair tickling against your cheek, those burning eyes staring into yours once more.
“Forgive me,” he apologizes, “I really should have at least taken you to a nice meal first!” He’s too far gone, legs pressed to your chest as he grunts with very rough thrust.
He’s panting and every now and then, when your walls clench around him as you cum once more, he lets out a guttural groan that sends shivers down your spine.
“Giyuu!” you shout, “I’m sorry! I didn’t think you’d jump in! Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” he says coldly, straightening himself off the ground and already beginning to walk away from the scene. You follow close after him.
“So…” you begin, trying to make conversation.
“It’s a nice night out,” he suddenly says, making you pause. Did he just speak without being asked a question? Because he wanted to?
“Y-yes it is!” you respond. He clears his throat. He’s undoing the top buttons of his uniform, face flushed.
“Giyuu?” you call.
“It’s…really hot…” he’s panting now.
“Giyuu! Just take it easy! I’m sure that help is coming soon! The Kakushi can’t be far behind!” you try to comfort him, but upon hearing that more people are on their way, he grabs your wrist and dashes further into the forest.
“I-I’m sorry. I can’t hold back anymore!” he apologizes as hot cum shoots up into your womb. Your legs are wrapped around his waist as he stands tall, knees buckling only whenever he cums.
You dig your nails into his back and he lets out a pleasured whine, his hands gripping even tighter on your ass as he continues to bounce you on his cock.
“Fucking! Dammit! What the hell was that!” Sanemi shouts, coughing as he lifts himself from the ground.
“I told you not to get close!” you scold, patting his back, “Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m fine!” he barks, turning away from your touch, already walking away from you.
But he’s not. You can see that he stops walking every now and then, gripping onto the bark of a tree, clutching his stomach.
“Sanemi!” you call and he can’t prevent his legs from shaking.
“Don’t! Don’t say anything!” he begs in a low, pained voice. He can’t bear to hear it. He’s already hard enough.
“It’s okay,” you comfort, placing your hands on his burning chest, slowly rubbing him in hopes of calming him down.
“Fuck! God-fucking! Fuck!” Sanemi yells, one hand gripping your hair mercilessly while the other digs into your hip, pulling you back to him as he thrusts into you from behind. You’re both on your knees, both panting and sweating and moaning as you feel that release coming up.
“You planned this, didn’t you? You fucking minx!” he growls, hand finally untangling itself from your hair so that he can plant both his hands on your hips and really drill into you.
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You were hanging your newly washed sheets when Tanjirou surprised you with a back hug. You were both giggling as he peppered kisses on your cheek. He squeezed you tight which had the both of you stumbling on the grass.
You ended up falling on top of him as you laughed and giggled like school kids.
Tanjirou sat up and held you in his arms, so you were seated on his lap. His arms tightened around your waist.
"Welcome home, love." You greeted.
"Yes, I'm so glad to be home." He snuggled against you, a smile forming on his face as he nuzzled his nose on the crook of your neck, breathing in the comfort and warmth of your presence, of his home.
He was getting bored with you minding your own business not paying him the attention due to him. He kept groaning and grunting but it didn't seem to have any effect.
"Hey woman!" Inosuke finally called out straight. "Know your place." He demanded and you came back at him with a questioning look.
He caught you by surprise and pulled you by the wrist. Inosuke never failed to take you aback all the time. Now, your heart raced fast as you were met by his handsome face and his sturdy built caged you protectively. "Here is what I mean."
"Y/N-chan! Look what I got you! When I passed by them I immediately remembered you." He cheerfully announced as soon as he arrived home, however you were gloomily looking at the window.
Zenitsu gulped hard. Have you already woken up and decided that he's no match for someone as wonderful as you are.
"What's this? Why is my Y/N-chan sad?" He asked, hugging you
"Oh, Zenitsu-kun. You're finally here. Don't worry...I guess it's just the weather." You answered but he noticed that you're just lightening things up.
He sat the both of you down, positioning you on his lap. Reflexively, you rested your head against his chest. There, you heard him humming your favorite song in a sweet melody only he could do. There's no way Agatsuma Zenitsu was undeserving of you.
The smile on his face was merely just facade by now. Kyojuro just arrived home after a tiring day and you're just...there doing chores not paying him any attention.
It's not that Rengoku Kyojuro was a clingy boi. Oh no, in fact, he yeah he could be. This noble man had a tendency to enjoy your presence a little too much, because if it's Kyojuro time, it means it's Kyojuro time.
He told you the recent adventure he just had but you were just humming in response. That's why when you passed by to sweep the floor on the very area where he was positioned, he grabbed you by the waist with one arm, sitting you on his lap.
"Kyo! What're you doing? I'm cleaning."
He laughed and held you more firmly. "How about you go back to doing that after I have you all by myself?"
You playfully swatted him and he just chuckled. He ended up winning though.
You were both quietly seated at the engawa watching the day turn into night. Your face was highlighted by the 6 o'clock shadow, a mixture of pink, purple and orange danced well with your features and Giyuu couldn't help but marvel at how lovely you were.
He just couldn't simply believe that you were his. Somehow, he felt like he needed proof, a tangible proof that you were not just a mere bubble that could burst into thin air anytime.
Without saying a word, he wrapped an arm around the middle of your frame and pulled you close to him. "Giyuu-" you yelped as he seated you on his lap, cradling you so warmly in his arms like a precious baby. His precious one he wanted to protect with all his life. His forehead touched yours as his eyes closed just nuzzling your nose against his. "Let's stay like this, Y/N." Forever.
Nobody could paint how livid he was. What the hell was this? Today was supposed to be a good day for the both of you but you ended up bickering over a very small and petty thing. Now, you're threatening him that you'd rather spend the day with your friends.
"I hope you enjoy yourself here. I'm out, Nemi."
Are you kidding him? Sharply, he grasped your wrist and pulled you to his lap. You were surprised to be face to face with him like this. So close. You could feel his breathing against your face.
"Geez," he let out, avoiding your gaze. "I didn't mean what I said. Okay?" His cheeks were all red and he mumbled with a pouty face, "Just stay here with me and let me make it up to you." You could totally feel him melting from embarrassment.
characters: tengen, kyojuro, sanemi, yoriichi x fem!reader
author's note: school is draining me and i needed to let out my frustrations through writing but i do not have the time to write full headcanons or scenarios so have this poorly constructed smau for the meantime. have a wonderful day <3
❄︎ tengen uzui
he takes you on a date after this confession, ending the night with a lot of jewelries for you. his ego is a little bruised because he foolishly confessed first, and that was not flamboyant of him. but all that matters is you also like him back.
"will you marr-"
"TENGEN! IT'S STILL TOO EARLY!"
❄︎ kyojuro rengoku
joins u for lunch, was pretty nervous because he wasn't sure if you'd like his bento box but he masked it well. conversed with you like nothing happened. after training though, he talked to you about what happens from here on and asks you how you'd like it to go.
"so, i'm yours now, aren't i?"
y/n.exe has stopped working
❄︎ sanemi shinazugawa
it took you 10 minutes coaxing and talking to him through the door before he finally let you in. he was red in the face and refused to keep eye contact with you, and you were almost hit by a pillow in the face when you asked about whay the two of you were right now.
"does that make you my boyfri-"
"SHUT UP! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" don't, cuddle him actually
❄︎ yoriichi tsugikuni
(he IS the hotter twin, i'm not accepting complaints)
he was very chill on your date while you were stuttering, tripping, and making a mess all over again. he found it cite and amusing but you were cursing deep inside. the finest gentleman and will make sure to know your wishes and understand your boundaries
"i wish you a pleasant rest, my love"
additional a/n: i'm rereading the manga and why is yoriichi so hot and powerful and strong and gentle and perfect like ¥÷¥×¥$*#$,@(#(@(×**+#**@ i'll be vanishing again for a few days to finish some school works, pls wait for me!! stay safe nd happy, darlings <3
I am a firm believer that Kyojuro would coach his s/o through an orgasm in the most nurturing, calming tone ever. Like, borderline cooing as if fawning over a child. Would probably hold his lover’s legs wide open while he did it no matter how hard they fought to close them, and then would bring on another orgasm as a result.
I just…someone get me some help. I am down atrocious. 😩 All I want to write is smut and angst.