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staycait · 2 months

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⊹ 　 ﹒ 　 ❝ 　a losers secret ⠀⊹⠀˚⠀ ౨ৎ

𝜗𝜚 ┈ loser!scara x shy!fem!reader ㅤ ✦

𝐈. ──ㅤ youre the good and shy girl of the school, everyone knows you and everyone likes you, you consider everyone a friend, even the loser that sits in the back of the class. but what happens if you, the most well-liked good girl, gets paired up with the most hated loser in school ?

𝐈𝐈. ──ㅤ mentions of fingering , overstimulation , cream pie , raw sex , mentions of markings , little bits of degradation 'n praise, reader is very shy and gets nervous easily , reader is inexperienced , reader is innocent , breeding kink , && corruption kink .

𝐈𝐈𝐈. ──ㅤ nsfw , smut , english is not my first language, please forgive me , proofread , fluffy yet suggestive ending .

﹒ thoughts ; hope u guys enjoy this ,, its been months since i was active here and im trying to get back here because ive been starving yall </3 . btw , reqs are open ! feel free to req anything . :) what do we think of new theme tho? it keeps changing 😭 .. and ngl this fic kinda sucks. ☹️☹️ but yeah i hope u guys still like this even if it’s horrible!

> story right under the cut <

SCARAMOUCHE is the typical loner you’d see in your class, black jacket with the hoodie over his head, headphones on, is at the back of the class, and much more. there were rumors that he murdered someone, that he does drugs, and the list goes on. no one likes him—in fact, everyone hates him.. almost everyone hates him.

for your english project, you got paired up with scaramouche. after the teacher announced who would be paired with who, everyone in your class came up to you, telling you how much sympathy they have for you, that how sorry they are for you, and telling you ‘good luck with dealing with him’.

you were confused, what was so bad about scaramouche? sure there were rumors, but if they don’t evidence that they did those stuff, you have no reason to believe in the rumors. you felt so bad for him, he already had no one by his side, and the entire school hates him.

you went up to scaramouche, he immediately notices your presence and looks up at you with an indifferent expression on his face, yet he looked awfully tired.. he took off his headphones and he stared to speak,

“what? here to bully me for having no friends?” you hear him scoff, a frown plays on his lips as he brings his gaze to the floor.

hearing his words made you protest, you would never bully anyone, or even hurt a fly !

“n-no! of course not..” you stammered.

you fiddle with your fingers in nervousness. you always get nervous whenever you talk to new people or when people assume things about you, a slight blush creeps up your cheeks as you think about his words.

the indifference immediately leaves scaramouche’s face once he notices your blushing. he stares at you for a moment before a huge smirk appears on his face.

“ah, so you’re not like all the others?” scaramouche tilts his head back and chuckles.

“huh..?”

you take a seat next to scaramouche’s chair and you bring it closer to him.

“what do you mean by that..?”

“everyone else treats me like i’m sort of monster or freak. you, however, seem different from everyone.”scaramouche leans back in his chair.

“well, you don’t seem like a freak or a monster..”

you were growing increasingly nervous, and as an attempt to calm yourself down, you look down to your lap to hide your nervous and red face and grip the hem of your skirt. you never thought someone would assume you’d bully them— let alone think that you think of them as a freak or a monster!

you can’t help but notice that scaramouche’s eyes trail down to your legs. it’s quite unnerving, and your short skirt doesn’t help much with that either.

as a way to snap out of his thoughts, scaramouche shakes his head and sighs.

“are you just saying that to be nice? what about me isn’t freaky?”

“u-uhm… you seem like a normal person. you look.. um.. cool too..?”

scaramouche looks back at you and raises his eyebrows.

“oh yeah? you think I’m cool?”

you notice him shifting slightly, leaning toward you.

“then, you surely don’t mind me getting closer, right?”

your blush gets heavier the moment you feel scaramouche leaning in closer to you.

“no… not at all.”

scaramouche grins at your response and scoots even closer to you.

“then is it okay if…” he trails off, and his voice gets husky as he leans in. you feel something touch your leg, you look over to see his hand resting on your thigh.

“i suppose so..”

scaramouche’s eyes light up after hearing you agree. you could feel him plant his lips on your neck; a few gentle kisses on your skin.

“how about if i…” scaramouche places a finger along the hem of your short skirt.

a small whimper escapes your lips, you don’t know how to feel about being this close this to someone, you had never been this close or intimate with anyone.

“is it alright for me to… lift your skirt up?”

your eyes widened, you weren’t sure how you’d respond to that, but, if you were going to be honest, scaramouche was making you feel hot down there..

his words made you feel tingly and horny, but his gaze was what was making your panties damp and wet.

“can we.. go to a private room first?”

…who knew it was so easy for you to fall right into scaramouche’s trap?

after successfully making the teacher believe that scaramouche he was taking you to the clinic, he brought you to his dorm, and next, to his bedroom.

SCARAMOUCHE had you on a tight mating press, your clothes on the floor with bits of your orgasm stained onto it. (it got to your clothes because scaramouche had fingered you until you squirted all over the place.)

how could scaramouche have resisted himself? you looked so innocent, and so corruptible, he just had to get his hands on you.

scaramouche groans as he feels your walls clamping down on him for the ‘nth time. it was a sign you were about to have another orgasm, another sign was when your moans get higher-pitched.

the feeling of scaramouche’s cock mercilessly ramming into you was agonizingly pleasurable. you couldn’t think of anything else but him and his cock, your body couldn’t help but just have orgasm after orgasm.

you held tightly onto his shoulders, clinging onto him as if your life had depended on it. scaramouche’s dick was bruising your cervix, fucking you into the mattress, and possibly trying to fuck your brains out.

“does it feel nice being reduced to nothing but a whore?”

scaramouche grabs a handful of your hair, staring at your messy and slutty state. the way you looked so disheveled, the way you were gasping for breath, the way you gave up trying to keep up with scaramouche’s quick and brutal pace.

you looked so helpless and vulnerable under him, his cock ramming into you and you have no choice but to take it like the good girl you are.

“answer me, you whore.”

scaramouche speaks to you with a stern voice, in which you immediately nod your head.

he smirks, letting go of your hair. he speeds up his thrusting, bringing one of his hands down from your waist to your clit, rubbing slow circles on it. you felt the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter until,

finally, with just one more snap of scaramouche’s hips, you both reach your intense climax and cum together.

scaramouche continues to sloppily thrust into you, however, it’s much much slower, he continues to thrust until he comes into a full stop.

“oh fuck, you felt so good..”

you both lay there panting, with scaramouche still on top of you. he stares at all the hickeys and bite marks he left on your neck (he also left a lot on your thighs.), feeling proud he had his markings left on you.

“scara..?”

scaramouche snaps out of the daze he was in while he was staring at the markings he left on you—he immediately looks up at you and responds back.

“what is it?”

“can we do things like this… more often?..”

scaramouche chuckles, finding your shyness even after all the rough sex you two just had adorable.

“hmm.. sure.”

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sockiess · 3 days

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im back ELOHEL (im sorry these are like all sam, im just obsessed with him😣) telling sam you're pregnant, and you think he's gonna get mad and leave you, but he's actually so reassuring about like ☹️☹️ but hes definitely like screaming on the inside cause YOURE PREGNANT 😭😭‼️‼️‼️‼️

we are not gonna mention how late this is!!! 🤗

Pregnancy

warnings: pregnancy and sex mentions (please use protection yall 🙏 unless you’re planning to have a baby than good luck with your journey and I hope it works out)

I starred at the white stick with the word Pregnant starring back at me. I was shaking and tears where running down my face. I mean me and Sam where only 19 —and yeah this was our fault— I mean we didn’t always use protection when it came to sex but it’s still scary and shocking. I had called Sam to come over before I took the test because I knew that if I was pregnant I wouldn’t be able to keep control of myself. And if I wasn’t pregnant I could just tell Sam that we needed to be safer and use protection. Well it was obviously to late for that now.

I knew Sam would be here any minute now so I quickly cleaned up and tried to stop crying. I quickly put the stupid little stick in my pocket and sat on my couch waiting for him to come in. I didn’t bother locking the door and I knew he was here when I heard his foot steps outside my apartment door.

Sam opened the door and softly closed it after he saw my red and puffy eyes. “Baby?” Sam asked softly as he sat down in front of me. “What’s wrong?” He whispered rubbing my thighs and cupping my cheek. “Sam we have to talk” I quickly stood up and stepped away from him. Sam quickly stood up with me and starred at me with sad confused eyes. “What’s wrong?” Sam asked again. “You’re going to hate me” I whispered and quickly moved away from his touch when he tried pulling me closer to him. “Love you’re really scaring me.” Sam said quickly. I just broke down in tears and hugged him crying into his chest. “Just tell me what happened.” He spoke softly playing with my hair. “I’m so so sorry” I sobbed into his chest. “For what?” He stopped playing with my hair but kept his hand resting on my head. “I messed up so badly.” I sobbed even more. Sam softly pulled me away from his chest and looked at me with scrunched eyebrows. “you think that I’m going to hate you and that you messed up…did-did you cheat on me or something?” He blurted out. I starred at him with wide eyes and finally registered what I had said probably sounded like I did cheat on him. “God no.” I quickly said. “Than what’s wrong?” He asked again this time looking mad.

“i’m pregnant.” I blurted out, not him wanting to think that I cheated on him or hurt him in any way. His expression dropped quickly and so did his arms. He starred at me with an expression I couldn’t read. I could see his breathing start to get heavier and he quickly sat down. “When did you find out?” He spoke softly. “45 minutes ago.” I answered as I sat down beside him. “I understand if you want to leave me.” I said to him. “what?” he quickly answered and whipped his head around me. “you think i’m going to leave you to deal with this by yourself?” He asked. “I mean most men don’t want to have children at 19” I said softly. “Yeah well i’m not most men” Sam mumbled while pulling me into his lap.

“Sammy i’m scared” I whispered. “Me too baby..me too” He responded. “But you don’t have to do this alone. I won’t let you.” He said. “What are we going to do?” I asked. “Whatever you want darling, it’s your body and i’ll support whatever decision you make” He smiled at me. “We’re going to be parents” I laughed out through my tears. “We are going to need a bigger apartment” He laughed back. “Good thing I have an amazing boyfriend who knows how to build houses.” I wink at him. “Sammy?” “yeah?” “I love you” “I love you too”

TEEHEE SORRY ITS SO LATE POOKIE😞💔 BLAME TUMBLR💔 I HOPE YOU LIKE IT AND IF YOU WSNT ME TO CHANGE OR ADD ANYTHING LET ME KNOW🫶🫶

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nanamimizz · 2 years

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i wanna gargle rengoku’s balls 🥺☹️

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐑

tags: 5.7k words handjob, blowjob, makeout scene, afab reader, reader is addressed a "woman/womanly/unwomanly" to fit the time period, reader has a knee that is referred as "a bad knee", reader struggles with feeling woman enough and with having a purpose. mention of penetrative sex, sex outdoors, mention of cumming inside, marriage mention, mention of blood and bruising. let me know what I missed

Kyojuro was a well-bred man - being from a prominent family meant things like honor, decorum, and acting proper. That also means you, the object of his affection, are to be courted. You would blink owlishly when Rengoku Kyojuro, the Flame PIllar known for his passionate and loud outbursts came to you with a letter, a bow, and then promptly left.

You could only read the contents with mouth agape and face warm from your cheeks to your chest as you read his carefully written and practiced confession that clearly had many attempts as you can see the smudges of ink on the corners of the page. Your calloused hands gripped the page with a force that it dented and creased the page and you looked mournfully at it.

You have become someone I can not escape even with my eyes closed. Your swordsmanship is fine and you have an even finer heart. You have bewitched me body and soul. Please tell me your response tomorrow at sundown by the Flame Estate.

Anyone with eyes and ears would be blind to think that Kyujuro wasn’t a good catch - strong heart and easy on the eyes have often made him the center of attention on a mission and you press your head into your palm as you groan.

You’ve never been good at crushes or feelings in the slightest way, every encounter turned into a bumbling and muddy rejection from you to the other. Your dedication to your work has made you deem yourself unlovable, you are so clearly aware of your own faults as a lady as well as the hyper-awareness of your mortality.

Who would want to love someone who could die the next day?

Only another slayer it seems.

You only looked at the page mournfully - you liked him. You really did, you remembered his prowess, his honor, and his courage with perfect clarity despite how you couldn’t remember what you had for breakfast yesterday. Biting your lip in consideration, you only thought long and hard about your answer to his request. Looking at the letter for the last time you made your decision.

Tomorrow, when the sun sets, you make your way to the estate where you see Kyujuro waiting for you at the threshold of the gates. Red-gold locks sway in the slight breeze proudly and you curl into yourself as the gravity of your decision begins to set in. Gulping you call his name - he turns in your direction with a smile as bright as the first rays of dawn. He calls your name, enthusiasm booming from the bass in his voice and you wave back. You don’t have fine clothes. The finest thing you have is your demon slayer uniform so you wore that despite not being active since the last mission you took on.

Your knee still stings on cold mornings as you try to walk without your limp being too noticeable. He meets you halfway, presence warm like a bonfire and he offers you an arm, which you blink owlishly at before getting the message - loop your arm through, idiot.

The walk is short to the outer engawa, your feet sway as he seats you down first, then sits with you. At a respectable distance, your knees don’t even touch -

“So, have you come with your response?’ He speaks clearly and straightforwardly, arms crossed at his chest, facing forward with his gaze ahead. Cut from your musings you nod at his question, before realizing he can’t see your inaudible response as you clear your throat hurriedly,

“Y-yes! Yes, I return your feelings and would like to be your um...courted?” You are also unsure of what you would be if you agreed to be courted. You are not a nobility so you don’t really know what you would say to mean “I return your feelings.”

“Wonderful!” He shouts and you recoil back at his outburst, leaning back as he draws near you - your knees bump as he continues with his promises/

“As my lady, I promise to treat you with respect and care! Anytime you are uncomfortable with my advances tell me at once!” You bring your hands up and nod hurriedly, taking mental notes as he prattles on and on.

“Um? Rengoku, if I may, would you mind if I asked you some questions about this courtship?” His resounding yes almost deafens you before you smile politely and you feel your hands fiddled with the part of your belt that used to carry your sword.

“I was wondering since you presented me with the letter - what have I done to earn your affection?” He falls silent and you curse your heightened sense because you can feel his gaze piercing and crawling through your skin down to your bones like when you touch hot coal the sting rings true down to the morrow in your skeleton.

“On the mission where we were dispatched together. The village up north? I understand it was your last mission, correct?” His voice is softer now, closer to the flame of a stove. It’s slower, steadier even. You nod, head tilted away from him so he won’t see the wobble in your bottom limp. Remembering that mission was painful, even after months have passed.

“You fought valiantly there. It was because of your efforts we had a flawless victory. No one lost their life in that incident. You should raise your head with pride whenever that mission is mentioned.” You shake your head. Your hand tightens around the fabric of your pants.

“What good is one victory when it costs me however many more I could gain if I hadn’t been careless. How many more lives could I be saving right now. If I could still be out on the battlefield?” You tell him, voice cracking in between the words you speak, hating yourself for it. His smile has dropped and he looks at you with a gaze filled with emotions you couldn’t decipher.

“It is painful and bitter that you cannot fight by the side of others any longer but you can still save people’s lives. You are still a part of the Demon Corps, you still have a purpose.” He says and you nod, swallowing the painful spiteful bile that raises to your throat whenever you think about how the you who wielded the blade died on that mission, and the shell of you remains.

“You became the object of my affection when I saw you tie your sword to your arm. You were valiant, protecting others with such passion it felt like I was looking at a flame breathing technique.” He says, hand coming from his chest to settle on the wood of the engawa, calloused pinkie brushing against yours for a moment.

“At that moment, when the demon was killed and I saw you - bloody and panting but still tending to a bleeding boy I couldn’t help but think, ‘She is kinder than anyone else, lovelier than anyone else, and no one lives more earnestly to help others than her.’ I couldn’t forget how you smiled at that boy when he came.” He continues and you keep your eyes glued to where his hand, warm and rough, overtake yours and squeeze it gently.

He feels like the sun.

“You are a wonderful woman, the only one who I could think is deserving of my affection - only if you desire that. So please, do not doubt the sincerity of my feelings.” He finishes, thumb rubbing at the bridge of your knuckles and you swallow the lump in your throat. His hand is gentle but warm. You feel its weariness and its callousness, but you don’t think you want to hold anyone else’s hand but his. Ren - no, Kyojuro’s shoulder nudges you and you look at him with dewy eyes. He isn’t smiling anymore. He’s frowning, regret painting the gold and red of his face and he delicately, like he’s touching the first creation of God, tucks a stray hair behind your ear.

“Did I make you cry? I’m sorry. I promised to make you the happiest woman in the world if you returned my affections, and here I am making you cry. I’m a shameful man.”

You shake your head, bringing the backs of your hands to press away the wetness of your eyes and you sniffle softly. You hate crying in front of others, especially now the man who holds your heart in his hands.

“No. no it’s okay. You’re right. My life doesn’t end just because I can no longer wield the blade but it’s just. Painful to think about the fact, I suppose. I was so ready to give my life to our cause. So the suffering we have gone through will never be repeated again. Then, to suddenly have your conviction, your ambition taken away from you…it’s painful beyond words.” You explain, and you can’t keep the words from spilling out. He nods and puts a hand on your shoulder and squeezes it and it burns your throat to think about how kind he is with you - like the sunlight of dawn over the moors of dusk.

“I want to keep going, I will keep going. You have deemed me someone worthy of your heart and I will do my best to make you happy. I promise.” You bow your head and you speak sincerely, you don’t see the blush on Kyojuro’s face nor the serene smile on his face.

“Let’s both keep going together, okay?” You make a noise of agreement and nod, your own wobbling smile on your face as you jump when he clapped his hands and announced to have you over for dinner. You balked and nervously began to reject his offer - “Oh please no! I’ve intruded enough, don’t worry over me please!’

“Nonsense! You are now my beloved, which means it’s my job to look after you! Come, my little brother would love to meet you after telling him all about you!” He tugged you along as you went limp and pale - you’ve barely confessed your feelings and you were now about to meet his little brother this is happening too fast, you didn’t think the night would end like this -

A year has passed since that dinner. A year ago you were more miserable than ever but now you stand a little straighter, the white apron you wear over the uniform signifying you work under Kocho Shinobu, learning all manner of medicines and antidotes. The pain hasn't gone away, your right-hand aches for your blade as your knee aches with every step forward you take.

However, life has gone on, and it continues and you feel the same joy when a patient opens their eyes to meet the sun as when you saved someone from a demon. It’s the same, and yet might be even bigger than before. As you’ve blossomed into the medicinal field so has your relationship with the Flame Hashira.

You often end your day at the Flame Estate, eating dinner with Kyojuro and Senjuro, laughing merrily. It’s summer now and your days grow only longer as the sun remains higher in the sky and summer nights grow longer. Everything is well and you find yourself truly happy with all but one thing.

It’s been a year and you and Kyojuro have yet to be intimate.

It’s not something you two have spoken off - you two are affectionate with each other, often holding hands, hugging and kissing the cheek of the other without qualm. However, that's where it goes. His hand on the upper part of your back and chaste kisses on your lips, that have left you wanting more under the cover of dusk. Love transcends the physical, you know that but there is a part of you that wonders if Kyojuro doesn’t go further because he doesn’t find you physically attractive?

You aren’t the prime example of a lady - years have broadened your shoulders and calloused your arms. You aren’t petite or small or gentle like other women. Nor do you think of yourself as having a pretty face - plain is how you think of yourself. You find it hard to keep these thoughts away when you catch yourself in the mirror of the bath in your home.

The insecurity gnaws at the back of your mind, worsening when you are out at the marketplace with Kyojuro. It’s date night, he has recently returned from a mission and earnestly sought you out - appearing at your door as you were making lunch with a shout of your name and a bright smile. He dragged you out, barely letting you change into more nicer attire and get ready before he has you on his back racing towards the market (since your knee is bad he has developed the habit of picking you up and carrying you about)

On the way here he prattled on about a surprise for you - “Something properly beautiful for my beautiful lady!” He announced, making you hide your face in his hair as you faintly heard some ladies laugh good naturedly at his boisterous claim. He had left you to wonder about, giving you cash to spend on yourself as he went to go get your surprise.

You felt giddy - at first. You’re usually too busy to go out, always working or with the Rengoku brothers you don’t find yourself going to the market unless it's for supply runs and even then you usually just carry the things as Shinobu orders around the others. It;s nice, the ambience of people shouting their deals and the smell of street food making the air feel thick and warm. You pursue, buying snacks here and there to pass the time as you wait for Kyojuro to come back. You pause at a stall that was selling beautifully crafted hair pieces. You drew near, looking at the various designs in near awe.

You find yourself thinking about buying a piece for Shinobu - she was the doctor who saved your life and has taken you under her wing in the field of medicine. Even though a material gift wouldn’t be enough to repay her, it would be something. Looking for a design of a butterfly, your eyes light up with joy at a beautiful and dainty hair pin with a wisteria flower hanging with a butterfly hanging on the top.

It was beautiful.

Calling over the woman of the stall, beautiful with inquisitive brown eyes she looked at you over the edge of her fan and her brow rose when you mentioned which piece you wanted to purchase.

“Are you sure that’s the piece you want? Surely something as refined wouldn’t suit such ...homey girl such as yourself?” Your smile slowly dropped as the first drops of rain on a dirty road. Clearing your throat, you asked her what she meant, only to be met with rolled eyes and a scoff.

“Look at how rough and calloused your hands are. Such unfashionable hands for a lady as yourself to bear. You probably work out in the fields - that piece is far too pretty to be wasted on someone like you to be frank.” Your teeth sinks into your bottom lip as every word that seeps from her lips rings the thoughts you have about yourself that you push to the corners of your minds. Swallowing thickly, you find yourself speaking on a thin voice,

“This piece isn’t for me, it’s for my frien-”

“Pff, as if! A woman as yourself wouldn’t have any friends to wear such a fine piece! If you even had friends.” She interrupted you, slapping her fan closed revealing thin red lips as her beautiful, pale face turned to a sneer. Her mouth was open to keep speaking to you cruelly but to your surprise, her mouth stayed open as you jumped when the familiar warmth of a hand clamped on your shoulder. Turning your head you blinked and sighed when the familiar visage of Kyojuro was at your side.

“K-kyojuro! Hello, my dear boy! It’s been far too long, tell me how your mother is these days?” The stall runner clearly knew him - possibly from his father, if she mentions his mother you think. The grip on your shoulder goes from warm to hot and you catch the veins of his arms bulge and swallow at the sight.

“She passed away two years ago. Thank you again for supplying her wedding jewels.” He spoke calmly and you gulped with the woman of the stall as Rengoku Kyojuro rarely spoke severely. The silence was tense and the merriment of the market seemed to cool to a snowstorm.

“A-ah I see, my deepest apologies. I’ve just returned from other trading spots in the nation you see. Now is this your new maid -”

“She is my lady and we are currently courting, Miss. Hina. I overheard how you spoke to her, I take great offense to that language to my dear beloved.” He spoke with certainty and sometimes, you are so used to the bubbly and boyish Kyojuro, that you forget that the man Rengoku is as fearsome as the maws of a tiger.

“Oh, oh my please, I apologize deeply for my rudeness. I had no idea she was someone of such importance to you, please forgive me.” She spoke sullenly but you could tell by the look in her eye she was hoping you’d save her skin.

“A person's status or who they know should not dictate how they are treated. You should treat all your customers with the same level of respect no matter what they look like. Besides you are wrong about her - she is lovelier than any other woman I have met, no one is more deserving of refined and beautiful things.” He reprimanded her and you flinched at the bass in his voice. You’ve never seen him this upset, never heard him even raise his voice - even to his father who drinks all day and lays on the floor like an old croon.

He nudges you and you look at him with confusion. He gives you a smile, it’s faint and not as sunny as the one he usually wears and he nudges at the hairpin in your hand. You jump and hand it to him, and he wordlessly pays for it. The woman with shaky hands packages it in a box and in a blink of an eye, you are briskly taken away from the stalls and stands, and find yourself on the forest path back to the Flame Estate.

“Ah, Kyojuro - could u please slow down, I have something to say.” He stops and looks at you, you can almost see the question mark above his head. Shuffling your feet, clearing your throat, pointing at the box he has under his arm, it junted awkwardly under his elbow. He took in your line of sight and did a little jump at how he had managed to forget the whole reason he took to the marketplace. Before he could present with you with his gift you interrupted him -

“Kyojuro, about what you said to that woman - did you really mean that?” He turns his head to the side and blinks,

“About people being treated equally? Of course, I meant that.” You sigh and rub your forehead and groan a little. You hate admitting these things, you can feel your ears warming already.

“No - not about that, about,” you pause and look to the side. Kyojuro is thankful that the moon is full and out, he can see the bashfulness in your face as you admit to what you meant.

You flush so prettily when you are embarrassed, like a maiden.

“Did you mean it when…w-when you called me lovely?” You look at him and he fights the pink in his cheeks as he tries to keep his voice even.

“Yes. You are...you are more than lovely. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I think the gods made you define what true beauty is.” He says it so earnestly, that you know he means it. He means it like a promise he makes to someone whose life he will protect. It’s amazing how with a single word he banishes your fears and worries. It leaves you breathless and wanting to laugh until your sides rip apart.

That’s what loving Rengoku Kyojuro is like. Never want to stop loving him, you’d wait and pick him in every lifetime; every time you are reborn, you will always love him.

You promised that deep down inside to yourself.

Still, the question remains,

“Okay then, another question. Why haven’t we been intimate? It’s been a year already.” You ask and you almost squawk out a laugh when you see your ever fearless Kyojuro turns red and clutches the collar of his yukata, steam rising from his head.

“Why would you ask that! Do you want to?” He shouts and you can hear birds squawking from their nests in the trees. He’s closer to you now, hands on your shoulders shaking you while the box lands on the path between you two. You blink, you can hear the blip, blip of your eyelids as you nod your head; your teeth digging into your bottom lip to keep yourself from giggling at how he loses composure around you.

“It’s only natural, we are both young ya know, and you are so very handsome Kyojuro. Any girl would dream about you.” You tease and you snicker at how he blushes like a maiden, letting you go for a moment only to cover his face with his hand as he averts his gaze.

“Why are you even bringing that up right now? It's totally indecent to bring that up without being in the sanity of our own room! Besides, we aren't even married!” He tells you, hiding his flush behind his words and you raise your eyebrow at him. Pulling him closer you take him his blush, the aversion of his eyes, and how his chest rises and falls before asking -

“Kyojuro, are you a virgin?” The silence is tense and you feel him go into shock, trying to process what it is you had asked him. He doesn’t respond, instead of turning away from you stiffly.

“Wait, wait!” You call as he begins to walk away, trembling with each step, “It’s okay! I am too!” You swear he turns to stone, the turning of his head makes a creaking sound and you try to stifle your laugh at how intense his expressions are.

“It’s okay, I just wanted to know why we haven’t done anything yet. It’s okay if you aren’t ready for us to be together in that way yet.” You tell him, getting closer to him, and bringing your hand to him with a gentle smile. Squeezing his hand, you pick up the box he has dropped and go back to him, handing it back to Kyojuro.

“Is it..is it odd that I haven’t been intimate yet, with anyone?” He asked and you looked at him softly, adoration in your eyes.

“It is, I don’t mind in the slightest. I’m ready to go at your pace, we can do it together, yeah?” You reassure and he nods, eyes looking ahead. You two walk further up the road, and you can see the silhouette of the estate in the distance.

“If I wanted to do something tonight, would you want to do it?” He asked you suddenly when the blanket of comfortable silence is broken and you tilt your head in thought.

“Do you mean right now? Or in the estate?” You ask, bumping your shoulder to his arm and you see him blush as he turns to the side.

“Outside. Right here, in the bushes.” He pauses when he meets your wide-eyed stare. Quickly going to explain himself he starts, hands shaking as he rushes to explain,

“Tengen talks about his escapades often! It’s led me to...have thoughts about you. About us, specifically.” He explains, face red as the tips of his hair and you almost want to coo at how cute he is this way.

“Do you want to talk about these thoughts? Maybe we can make some of them reality.” You’re teasing but you freeze when he says - “Okay.” Looking at him you shudder when you gaze into his eyes and feel your hair stand on end when feeling the heat in his eyes. His hand comes to yours and squeezes it. There’s something in the air now, a tense and a headiness and it makes your stomach feel fluttery. You nod and you let him tug you off the path and into the forests.

The trees conceal you two from the path and the world feels like just you and him. He gently sets down the box and you bring yourself closer to him, hands cupping his face in your palms. He sighs contently, eyes closing and his own hands come to rest over yours. He’s so warm, buzzing under your fingertips and you lean up and in; he smells like cypress oil and flames. His eyes open and you find yourself staring into a sea of color.

“Can I kiss you?” You nod and almost sigh when he comes in close and presses his lips to yours. It's tentative and soft, almost hesitant - his lips were soft and it buzzes against yours. You adjust yourself, leaning a bit further up and you gently swipe your tongue at his bottom lip. Kyujuro makes a half sigh half whine at the feeling, mouth letting your tongue slip inside. Tongue brushing against his, Kyojuro leans back til his back meets the thick wood of the tree, your tongue stays in his mouth, licking his teeth and taking his tongue in your suckling mouth. He parts and pants, sticky lines of spit connecting you together and he swallows at how hot his mouth feels.

You press kiss after kiss to his puffy lips - teeth nipping and tongue licking his mouth - it’s so hot, burning, and scalding he feels his brain melt throughout his ears and how sensual you are with him. Your lips are soft, like the silk of a kimono and he wants more and more, till his pants feel tighter and tighter. He moans when you pull away, his face feels hot and he closes his eyes from timidness when coo at him and press tacky kisses into his cheeks.

He turns his head to the side as your kisses go down, more teeth are involved and he feels your teeth nip at his throat, your tongue licks his skin and your mouth sucks marks in a path anyone could see.

“How far do you want to go tonight?” You ask into his skin, your thumb gently following the patterns of your marks as they bloom like sakura petals - the last remnant of spring as summer blooms in between the bodies of you and him. He makes a simmering wine before admitting “I don’t want to go inside - not yet. That needs to be special.” He says with reverence it makes your heart skip a beat. You giggle softly and nod, pressing a kiss to his chin. You move to get to your knee being cautious of your bad one until he calls to you softly.

“Here, use my haori to soften your knee.” He takes off his simple white haori. A part of you feels bad as he folds it and crotches to lay it on the dirt beneath you. The other part of you feels giddy at the witness of your first night of intimacy with the man you love.

“Can I take your clothes off?” You ask, hands resting on his stomach, right above the band of his hakama pants, the pads of your fingers can feel the defined crevices of the muscles in his abdomen and you shudder at the prospect of seeing him bare, hot and heavy. He nods under your gentle question, watching your hands as they undo his clothes, the air feels humidifier, stickier against his skin that was protected by the fabric around his skin.

Your hands caress his thighs and he jumps - your touch is hot, it leaves charcoal marks in your wake and he finds himself thinking “is this what the demons that met with his blade faced against?” No wonder none of them survived, he can barely stand these flames that will surely be the death of him. You’ve lowered yourself and he can count the lashes of your lower lashline, your hands have gone to his crotch, gentle brushing over the part of him that hasn’t been seen by anyone, in this way.

His cock is free, he feels embarrassed by how easy it was for him to harden by just your tongue and the look in your eyes as you touched him. He watches as you take him your hand - the thickness makes it look dainty. Your fingers barely connect, it’s tanner than the rest of him, the thick head leaking clear pre that makes you drool. Closing your hand around it, you start to pump at his cock and it makes him whine - it’s tight and warm; your hand is softer than he ever was.

He thinks that’s all you do, your fist pulling every moan and sigh from his lips, his eyes shutting closed as he focuses the pleasure you took from him. He didn’t think it could get any better until he felt something unbearably hot at the tip his cock - there past the fiery red and yellow bush of public hair, down the girth of his cock and at the head of his cock wwer your lips, pressing a faint kiss to the leaking slit. You looked lovely on your knees, eyes wide and eager and sweet ; looking to please him, to love him with your tongue and mouth and throat, it made his knees buckle as his hand came to the back of your head to steady himself. You could see veins appear all over his body, making pathways along the width of his arms, neck and hips.

You didn’t plan to do anymore. Just kiss and suckle faintly at the sensitive head until the hand that settled at your head pushed you forward; a high pitched gag and squeal left you as he groaned in tandem, strong hand riddled with veins as he began to pull you back and forth along his cock. The corners of your mouth felt sore, and the back of your throat stung but you felt your thighs press closer as you kept your eyes on his flushed face, eyes taking the sweat of his noble brow. Kyojuro was such a well bred man, it’s almost tantalizing to see him be reduced to a beast who uses you for his pleasure.

You’re lucky no one is on the read, the wet smack of his balls hitting your chin as he uses you like a toy would be a dead give away what you’ve let yourself be used for. Your fingers dig into the tan of his thighs, leaving thin trails of blood in their wake and purple bruises that he’ll be sure to flush as he looks at.

“You’re so good to me…I can’t wait to marry you..I want to do this all the time.” The praise makes you dizzy and you hum when he says something about marriage, your muddled brain can only take in so much right now but you whine when you think about being like this with him more. You don’t think you can go back to the chaste kisses and hugs anymore - you want this, his cock to the back of your throat, him pushing you down and down until his sack rests on your tongue as you mouth at the silky skin.

You want him on his knees for you, you him to be above you, to feel the thickness of his cock in between your lips to be in cunt - filling you up until he’s spent only to fill you with the promise of his children long after he is gone. You want him as the moon wants the tide, you need him so bad you’ll wither and die without him.

With a final suckle at his balls - he had pushed you down in between sweet praises, his cock rests along your face, it spurts thick, white cream that drips into your mouth as you pull away from his sack. It’s filthy how you keep your tongue to catch any drops as you pull away but it still makes his heart skip a beat when he sees your adoring smile.

He doesn’t think he can go in this world without you, he’s going to want you like how you want him for all his mortal life, and in the next one too he thinks. Rengoku Kyojuro is sure of it. He drags a hand down his face as he watches you clean up after yourself, pretty pink tongue catching what it can but you wipe unsuccessfully at the cream on your face. Tucking himself back into his clothes, he bends down and gathers his haori off the ground. Taking the sleeve, he calls fo you and takes your chin by his fingertips,

“Here you are my love,” he speaks to you gently, wiping away any of the remnants he left on your sweet face - it’s sweet to him, the smiles you give him and the affection in your gaze always seems sweet to him. You give him the same smile when he helps you to your feet, letting you lean on him as your legs feel shaky after being on your knees for so long.

It feels nice, this, he can’t help but think and he wonders if you are thinking the same thing - there are hearts coming out of your head and you keep gazing at him lovesick and honey sticky. He wants you to keep looking at him like that, he realizes as he goes to kiss your cheek when you near the gates of the Flame Estate.

He really can’t wait to marry the loveliest woman he'd ever met.

#lamb.writes #rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #demon slayer x reader #rengoku smut #demon slayer smut #demon slayer.♡#rengoku.♡

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THE. The way you write quackity’s pov in hundred red flags is SO GOOD. I’m absolutely in love with it. The complex guilt he feels towards Wilbur and Fundy’s reaction to that IS JUST SO. AGHHH i don’t even have words. GOD and Quackity only knowing Wilbur as this figure in his life and not as the person he is… and Quackity maybe WANTING to know who he is… Everything about quackity’s position is so awkward and near impossible to balance I’m so worried for when that ends up blowing up in his face even more. Also I gotta ask is next chapter also gonna be his POV ? I’m so excited to hear more of what he thinks and feels (and I want him and foolish to have a proper conversation they deserve it… and Tubbo too ☹️☹️)

Also thank you so much for sharing this passion project and finding the time to write and edit your guys’ work, it’s incredibly inspiring and the work really does payoff. This has to be one of the best fics I’ve probably ever had the pleasure of reading

PAM HELLO THANK YOU SO MUCH QUACKITY REALLY IS SUCH A GUY ISN'T HE. his perspective is SO fun to write, there are so many layers to the issues he has and one thing that's especially interesting is just how much they fly under the radar compared to wilbur's. for rather obvious reasons - wilbur's are a lot more obvious and a lot more immediate, so there's a LOT that's flying under the radar in favour of helping him - but the fact still remains. fundy is... yeah, we'll be seeing more from fundy and gaining more insight into his perspective in the coming chapter. and YES this idea of people not knowing who wilbur really is, the fact that WILBUR HAD THOSE SAME THOUGHTS ABOUT HOW PEOPLE SEE HIM!! i don't mean to ring my own bell so hard but man. these lil guys. grabbing them and squashing them like taffy. AND YES!! next chapter IS quackity pov, as are the following... three or four, depending on how we end up splitting them. we're actually gonna get a look at wilbur being conscious from a pov other than his own for the first time since... chapter 2 (or actually chapter 7, but i’m pretty sure wilbur didn’t even speak there, so), i'm pretty sure!! so there's that to look forward to. quackity pov beloved.

THANK YOU FOR READING THIS PASSION PROJECT!! rf essentially boils down to just venetapsi and i looking for an excuse to write a truly incomprehensible amount of words about these characters, we write with such a barebones idea of where the fic is going to go (and for the first 200-300k words, we wrote with ABSOLUTELY NO idea where the fic was going to go, so we've progressed since then) and it's so crazy to see just how many people are on board with our brainrot. i'm so glad you're liking it :]. and thank you so much for this ask, it was an absolute joy to receive!!

#I spent so long writing this response i’m gonna b late to work now 💀#a hundred red flags too late #ask #unbrandedpam

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aaaaaa i finally read EHALOJ aaaaaa puchaaaaaaa

seungmin had those pogi typings going on lmao i love it v much huhu he was really an ass at the start but i still could bring myself to hate him 👁💧👄💧👁 idk if its automatic bc hes my bias or wut xd

moving on i honestly dont know who to ship y/n with :”> im debating on hyunjin and lee know. and yeji my queen uGh 🤨☹️😠😐 but whatever, INTEOTW yeji has my full heart. hyunjin is oblivious af but i still cant say much since i wouldnt really also believe if someone dearly close to me is a bitch irl even if the signs are 13628 inch by 28251 inch big, colored red with christmas lights.

aaaaa lee know and y/n has those history going on tHat makes me kilig ehe ehe but the typical and cliche ‘main character changed bad boy’ is 🥵 BTCH IDK WHO TO 🚢 ANYMORE 😠 sorry felix but ur bromance with jisung is more than fine already.

anyways the focus is BARELY on seungmin but i keep thinking about him ugh ✨ biaz tingz ✨ thankfully your seungmin smau already started xd

omg you re so good at antagonising people wtf 🤩 like literally all your works have the most detestable characters bc of how hurtful and toxic their dialogue sounds 😎 ur so very super duper amazing x9999 at writing, believe me 😭 you always incorporate the right amount of crack and dark thrilling shit in your stories uWu

BTW I THINK the dates. chapter link is broken on the masterlist and the next button on ch 19. i accidentally skipped ch 20 but thankfully i noticed it bc i got confused since lee know stated on ch 21 that y/n didnt answer him when he asked her on a date wHEN i didnt read anything abt him making a move. i got to the dates. chapter, ch 20, by clicking previous on chapter 21 though. hOPEFULLY U GOT WHAT I EXPLAINED 😭

im soooo excited for the next chapters huhu you did so well like di ako mapakali aYAN GANDANG GANDA AKO NAPA TAGALOG 💀 rly good job 👏

so i checked the playlist you shared and all the songs there are exactly my vibes 😭 they are the singers i listen to and i agree 100% that it hits home. OMG ZACKS VOICE IN BINIBINI SOUNDS SOOO SIMILAR TO HYUNJIN SHXHWHXHWHDHWHS IDK WHY BUT I THOUGHT ABT IT AND I CANT GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD HUHUHU 😭😭😭😭

huhuhu neways its 11 pm here, i might read a few more fics before heading to bed. hows ur day btw?

- bs

uy omg ok 👁

POGI TYPINGS PLS 💀. true, we can never hate seungmin 😤.

and yes hehe, the ships are ALL OVER THE PLACE one’s going to antartica while one’s going to florida or smth idk. but my goal is to just pull on everyone’s strings with that one since i don’t really plan to focus on the romance that much, it’s really more of a slice of life story with shitty people in the mix or smth. but there wILL be an endgoal boy. the key is that even i don’t know who it is 🥴❓ makes it more unpredictable, no? but it probably won’t be until long. i plan on focusing on every character and give them beautiful developments so that’s how many arcs(?) 😀, probs overambitious here but i’m excited to try and make a longer smau after rushing my previous ones + i have a lot of notes for EHALOJ from when i started planning it a long time ago so i already have a basis for season 2 once i start it in the VERY DISTANT FUTURE.

i made INTEOTW yeji the way she is to make up for the fact that she’s one of the antagonists in this story :,). that’s kind of like my own pattern, i want balance. also hyunjin being gaslit by his own sister 😔💔💔💔.

minho ship looking promising for you huh 🥴. felix kinda came out of left field but isn’t he such a cutie. literally everyone’s rooting for yongbokie but i don’t blame em, he’s not like INTEOTW felix huhu.

SECRETARY KIM is a busy man 😤 let him do his job. kim seungmin smau is indeed out and it’s a new character trope!! no more tsundere, confident, and/or snarky seungmin 😌 i’m moving out of the stereotypes here.

and also thank you!!! that means a lot. ngl, i feel like i overdo it(??) like, i want villains to be “real people” and not outright “people made to be villains” ifykwim, i don’t want them to be hated because “hey i’m obviously a shitty person!!!” but because they’re complex and not some 2d bond villain. but idk, maybe i didn’t really have a choice with EHALOJ yeji because SHE IS just like that 🤔. hyunjin is in mental turmoil even. probably my favorite “antagonist” moment would have to be dark seungmin in the earliest chapters. but thank you for the compliments, i love writing dialogue, even my editor irl (for my non-tumblr works) always compliments my dialogue dynamic writing so that’s why i stuck to smaus, it’s just dialogue all the time 🤪. i was a bit afraid the EHALOJ might be a bit too dark to garner any attention (bc nobody wants to see their faves antagonized, valid) but i’m glad i took the risk, it was hard to get through but it’s honestly one of my hate-favorite works and i’m glad others seem to enjoy the twists and turns too despite the obvious lack of focus in the romance.

AND YES I FIXED THE LINKS. SOMEBODY ELSE POINTED IT OUT. HOW EMBARRASSING. MY QUALITY CONTROL IS GETTING BAD 😭💔

and tHANK YOU huhu, i swear it’s finished na, just all queued up hehe, not gonna dump it no no no 👆👇👆, i will follow a fixed schedule of uploading every three days. i think there’s five chapters left in the good ol basement. one of my irks too is that i don’t want smau chapters to be released in succession bc i don’t want people to just see smaus when they scroll through my feed so like, if i already have a lot of buffer posts in between like asks or self updates then i might update early. if not, then imma post other randoms in between.

HWANG HYUNJIN AS FRAT BOY NA TAGA BGC SUPERIORITY. medyo napa 🤨🤨🤨 ako sa exbattallion, that group is such a meme (i remember when socmed was tRASHING pauwi nako for being cringe) but i just respect the vibes and listened to everything 😤. AND SEEEEEEEE. THEIR VOICES ARE SIMILAR OMFG I CANNOT.

my day went great! celebrated my mom’s birthday. out to get tattoos once again. hope you have a good sleep, i’ll always be making fics for you to read 😌♥️ how’s ur day.

#anon: bub stop.#behindfics #ehaloj thoughts

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