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the-wisteria-house · 1 year

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You set my heart, Ablaze (Kyojuro X Tsuguko reader)

Requested by: Becauseus. You and your master had always enjoyed training together, but as time went on, it became harder and harder to keep you cool. He was just too kind and attractive! So you began to distance yourself from the man, much to his confusion, but he could never know about your feelings. So you enlist the help of the sound Hashira to train you, this ends up backfiring, or dose it?

Warnings: miscommunications between (y/n) and Kyojuro. Tengen is a bit of a flirt, but nothing inappropriate.

You and Rengoku had met during one of his earliest missions as Hashira. Slayers had been vanishing after investigating the disappearances of wealthy estate owners in a small village located in the northern part of his district. Ubuyashiki had asked Rengoku to join the most recent group of low ranks sent to investigate in the hope that the presence of a hashira could lure out the elusive demon that had been plaguing the town for weeks.

Unfortunately, by the time Kyojuro had arrived at the village, the entire group of slayers had been ruthlessly slaughtered and messly scattered about the scene. Kyojuro felt his stomach turn in disgust. It was clear the demon was committing monstrosities for sport.

As Kyojuro looked over the bodies, he noticed that something was off. They usually send scouting parties of five, and there were only four bodies, torn to shreds, but still 4 none the less. Had the demon dragged off one of the slayers and devoured them? No, it wouldn't make sense why the demon would leave the rest and only take one? Kyojuros' contemplation was broken as he realized he heard something faint, it sounded as if a struggle was occurring in the clearing ahead.

As Kyojuro weaved through the thick brush of the woods , the sound of growling and a sword breaking wind grew more and more prominent. He silently cursed himself for not hearing the clashing sooner.

As he ran into the clearing Kyojuro could see you were the only Slayer left standing, there were bones scattered about the landscape that he couldn't help but note looked suspiciously human... The scene would have had any lower rank demon slayer quivering in fear, itching to turn around and run with their tail between their legs; but to a seasoned slayer and now Hashira like him it wasn't the first time he'd witnessed such a catastrophe. It was only something that would make it harder to sleep some nights and aid in his drive to protect the innocent in hopes to prevent such a scene from occurring again.

The thing that did surprise Kyojuro was seeing a lower ranked slayer such as yourself putting up such a brazen fight despite the pain you must have been in from your wounds; Your skill was clear, but you were growing tired with each strike you received. He knew if he didn't interfere soon, you would surely perish as did the others before you. So without a moment's hesitation he leapt into action, catching the offending demon off guard.

With the distraction his sudden entranced caused you were able to find an opening to quickly decapitate the demon, and as you stood there looking at the demon who was responsible for taking the lives of your friends, and countless others you felt the adrenaline coursing through your veins begin to wear off, and a throbbing pain began to spread across your body like wildfire, and as your limbs grew heavy and you lost grip of your sword.

Kyojuro's eyes followed the weapon as it clattered to the ground, and it was as if the world stopped for a moment- the sword was turning from its original flat silver to a striking red.

"Your sword-" Kyojuro began before pausing, noticing the fatigue and grief in your eyes. He knew now wasn't the time for celebration.

"It doesn't matter, I failed in the end. I didn't save them." Kyojuro took a step forward without second thought, and protested your claim.

"I have to disagree. If you hadn't defeated the demon, more slayers along with civilians would have surely met their ends. The demon was misclassified from the start, and what occurred because of that was not your fault! You had no clue what you were up against until it was too late to turn back. I'm sure your fallen comrades would agree that you had not abandoned them by fighting on and surviving." There was no hint of deceit in his voice. You were taken aback by the conviction and confidence he heald.

You looked from the decentagrated demon up to the stary night sky. It had no right to look as calm and unbothered as it did - as if it hadn't also witnessed the grotesque scean before you.

"Then tell me why I feel so usless right now, so weak? Innocent people die because of these monsters!" Flashes of your friends standing around the fire as you sung out key ballets that told outlandish stories of brave warriors and monsters, roasting smores and suspicious looking meat over the bright flames, and your throat constricted as you spoke, "Tell me why I couldn't do more? I became a slayer to save those who couldn't save themselves...and I failed- I failed miserably, and there's nothing I can do....It's like as soon as I make some sort of progress, something is pushing me back. How can I get anywhere if I'm this weak? I'm pathetic, and a waste of a slayer!"

Kyojuro didn't speak at that moment. He only listened as you cried, and he tried to figure out what to do at that moment, "Be my Tsugo, let's cultivate your skills together. You might feel useless now, but I know otherwise. No slayer with zero potential would be standing before me, still alive and breathing. I've only known you for a short time, but I know with the burning fire you have within you, you can achieve great things, young Mizunoe."

His words made you pause and look away from the spot the demon had been, "You want to train me?"

"Yes!" The Hashira's eye contact was unwaveringly as he nodded firmly.

That was well over a year ago, and here you were, blade in hand, sweating your ass off, and cursing yourself for losing your concentration once again. This was the fourth time you barely evaded being hit by the bokken your sensei was passionately wielding with an unmovable smile, almost as if he was enjoying your suffering. Despite now being a kinoto and usually being able to keep up with your master, you had to be off your game today, which didn't seem to go unnoticed by your young master, "Let's take a break, and enjoy some of the delicious food Senjouro packed for us!"

You couldn't help but sigh before nodding in agreement. There was no doubt in your mind that you were only taking a break due to your poor performance. Embarrassment swelled with in you and your face began to heat up.

As you ate in silence and your cheeks had returned to normal you were praying to all the gods you could think off that he wouldn't bring up how poorly you had been evading his attacks, but it seems the gods didn't hear your ple, or maybe they had and just wanted to watch you suffer.

"(Y/N), pardon me if this isn't my place, but you aren't performing at the same caliber you normally do. Is there something on your mind?" Rengoku had stopped eating, and painted on his face was a serious expression. You couldn't help the way your head swung around at that question. The truth was there was, in fact, something on your mind, something he as your master could never know.

"(Y/N), are you alright? We don't have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable, but know I'm always here if you need me." His serious tone drew you out of your thoughts, and you blush as you realize you had been gawking at his undeniably handsome features, framed by his equally beautiful and fiery locks.

"Don't worry Master, I'm alright." You lied with a small smile, hoping he wouldn't bat an eye at your bluff. The truth was you weren't alright. You were falling for your Master, and while the age difference wasn't all that extreme, only three years, the idea of a master and Tsuguko being involved with one another was unheard of, if not Taboo. You knew you had to get over this silly crush for both your and Rengokus sake.

So you begain to distance yourself from your master, much to his confusion.

First, you started by cutting lessons short, giving a different excuse each time as to why you had to leave.

"I forgot to give my cat food this morning, so I should really head back now."

"But (y/n), you're allergic to....." He stops as he realizes you had already walked away. His heart grew heavy at the lie you told. He began to wonder how best to approach the situation. You weren't usually one to slack off, so he knew something was wrong.

"(Y/n), if there is something bothering you, I'm willing to listen." Kyojuro said, looking up from his food to you, watching how you froze at the question.

"There's nothing wrong at all." You quickly respond before stuffing your face with more food, wanting to avoid further discussion. Kyojuro let's out a defeated sigh before looking back at his food, suddenly not feeling hungry despite the grumbling of his stomach. He decided he'd bring it up again later.

After trying to talk to you about what was bothering you and failing multiple times he finally decided enough was enough when you failed to show up to practice one day.

He was normally a patient man, but his anxiety filled thoughts were starting to get the best of him. Had he done something wrong? Had he overstepped your boundaries by asking you if you were alright? He only did that because he cared. Why won't you just tell him what he did wrong so he can fix it? He intended to find you and ask you outright, having grown impatient at the thought of waiting for you to reject him as your master... and friend.

"So (y/n), you decided to take me up on my offer?" You glared at Tengen, who's ego had seemed to double as you led him behind your house. You honestly were beginning to regret asking him to train you for the time being.

"Say, isn't Rengoku the one who usually trains you? Why aren't you training with him? I mean not that I'm complaining that I get to spend the afternoon with a beautiful girl such as yourself." You resisted the urge to rule your eyes as you fought off a blush at the mans flirting; more out of embarrassment than anything else.

"If I knew you were going to talk the whole time and not train me, I would have asked Mitsuri instead." You grumbled before getting in position to spar with the man.

"You wound me (Y/n), but you're right. We didn't come here to talk. We can do that after, hopefully over some sake and dinner." The man winked at you and then got into a ready position as well.

Fighting Tengen was interestingto say the least. While it was good in the sense that it was far easier to keep a level head and not turn into a blushing fumbling mess every time you made any sort of contact, compared to with Rengoku who you couldn't help but make a fool of yourself in front of.

You knew that Tengen was a flirt, so you paid little attention to his flatery remarks, mind focusing solely on training and pushing your fiery locked master to the back of your mind.

"So (Y/n), how would you feel about becoming my fourth wife?" Tengen suddenly asks mid fight, completely catching you off guard, giving him the perfect opening to attack and subdue you.

"Damnit, Uzui! Let me go, that was so uncalled for! Who asks questions like that in a spar?" You try to wiggle out of the Hashiras firm grasp, failing miserably. In your struggle, you hadn't noticed the presence that had joined you in the court yard.

As Rengoku watched you spar against his friend and fellow pillar, he could help the frown that crept onto his face.

So this is why you had stopped training with him? He felt his heart grow heavy at how you'd found a new master and didn't think to even tell him why. In that moment, he also felt something else that he couldn't quite pinpoint boil with in him as he saw Tengen say something that flusterd you. Kyojuro's fist trembled in rage. Who did Tengen think he was? He already had three wives, and he still felt the need to take the one woman Kyojuro had ever loved. Kyojuro's eyes widened at this realization. He loved you... he let out a heavy sigh, shoulders slightly dropping in defeat, "What am I doing? She's happy and he's my best friend, I can't be selfish...Who am i to get in the way?"

Kyojuro turned around and walked down the path he'd taken to your pausing and looking back the way he came. Maybe he should talk to Uzui?

"Well (y/n), I think it's time we part ways. I understand what Rengoku sees in you. I'm sure you'll make a flashy Hashira when the time comes. Oh, and if you don't end up with Rengoku, my offer still stands." The Hashira winks while getting ready to head out.

"What do you mean 'get with Rengoku' i never - when did i ever -" you stammered once again, caught off guard by the flashy Hashira who was already walking away, paying your question no mind. 'What the hell???'

As Tengen made his way down the scenic path, he couldn't help the laughter that escaped him once he saw Rengoku in the center of the path with his arms crossed in front of his chest, clearly waiting on him.

"Ah, Rengoku! I thought I heard you enter the garden! It's good to see my you! You should have joined (L/n) and I during training! You've trained her well, I think she could fairly well be a pillar in the near future." Tengen stopped in front of his fellow Hashiras as he spoke. Acting oblivious to the clear distain in the other mans gaze.

"It looked like you had the situation handled." The unusually short response from Rengoku caused Tengen to quirk a brow before an even bigger grin broke across his face, "Rengoku.... are you jealous?"

Rengoku only ignored the question, deciding to respond with one of his own, "What are your intentions with (Y/n)?"

"You are jealous! I was only helping her train. I won't lie and say she doesn't interest me slightly. She's an incredible woman,but i don't believe her interest lies with me." Tengen couldn't help but be amused by his friends perplexed look.

"I- what are you trying to say, Uzui?" Rengoku asks after a moment of hesitation, not understanding where this was going.

"What I'm saying is you should talk to her." Tengen pats his firey allies' shoulder, before brushing past him and continueing his way down the dirt trail.

Kyojuro didn't say anything as he watched his friend continue down the trail, feeling more confused than he had before their chat.

After weighing the pros and cons of following the sound Hashiras advice, he began to make his way towards your home, ignoring the erratic thumbing in his chest. Tengen was a lot of things, but Kyojuro knew he would never purposely mislead him.

As he approached your garden, he decided it was best to stop and try to figure out what he was going to say before approaching you, but his plan was soon foiled as you rounded the corner and barreled right into his chest. Why was nothing going right today? (Mwaahaha because i like making you suffer)

"I-uh,Rengoku! What can i do for you?" You stamer before you lept back, almost as if you were scalded by boiling water.

"You missed training." His voice was void of humor. It honstly seemed almost mornful.

"I did..." You knew there was no way of lying your way out of this, and honestly, you were tired of lying to your master and friend, so you told the truth.

"You were training with Uzui, do you want him to be your new master, or is there....more going on there?" You'd never seen your master so unsure of himself, but here he was voice wavering.

"It's more complicated than that, Kyojuro...I don't have a choice." Neither of you noticed your little slip up in the midst of you heightened emotions. "It shouldn't be, there's no inbetween (Y/n). You deserve someone who will love you unapologetically and wholeheartedly." Kyojuros' hand, which had somehow found its way onto your arm, lightly tightened to convey his sincerity. You then realized in that moment you both were talking about two very different things.

"Wait-wait- no, no, you misunderstand! There's absolutely nothing going on between me and Mr.Uzui." While Tengen was a good friend, you couldn't help but grimace at the thought of being his wife and having to spend the rest of your life with the flirty egotistical man bothering you constantly. He may have been pretty, but not that pretty.

Shaking yourself from your thoughts, you couldn't help but note the look of relief on Rengoku's face. "That's a relief. I thought I was going to have to watch you marry Tengen." Your brows furrowed in confusion, "Would that have been a bad thing if i didn't?"

Rengokus hand slid down your arm before finally landing on your callused but soft hand, "I suppose there's no use in hiding from you... It would have been horrible if you and Tengen had gotten together because I would have to watch him live out the life with you that I could only dream of having."

"Rengoku, are you saying you -" The anamored look in the Hasias eyes stopped you in your tracks, and a grin breaks across your face, and you knew you already had your answer.

"Yes, I love you (Y/N), I want to be yours if you'll take me." His large hand seemed to engulf yours as he brought it to rest over his rapidly beating heart.

"I've felt the same for a long time, but Kyojuro I'm your Tsuguko, what will people say when they see that we're more than master and student? I don't want to sully your good name." You try to pull your hand away from the man, only for his grip to only tighten, keeping your hand firmly in place above his passionately beating heart.

"I don't care about what anyone might say about us. We know the truth! Spending a life without you by my side seems far crueler than any dirty look I may receive from a faceless stranger." He firmly refuted with unwavering confidence. In that moment, you felt your resolve begin to start to chip away, and the unwavering passion in his eyes did little to help.

"Okay, if you're willing to be with me despite the challenges that may come our way, I'd be honored to be yours." You tried to steady your rapidly beating heart as you both grew closer together, cheast brushing against each other as your breaths mingled.

"You don't know how happy that makes me dear." Kyojuro finally closed the space in between you, and as your lips caressed his. You couldn't help but feel at ease for the first time in months. Kyojuro was yours and you his, and while you knew there would be consiquentense for being together you couldn't bring yourself to care, in that moment it was only the both of you basking in eachothers presence, as it should have been.

And as you separated and looked into his vibrant orbs, you found yourself saying with a battered breath, "Kyojuro, every time I see you, you set my heart ablaze."

He only smiled and pulled you closer to him and kissed your forehead, "I don't think I could describe the passion I feel with you any better myself."

I hope you all enjoyed it! I'm sorry it took me so long to get this out, I had it completed, but I couldn't find the time to edit it as my phone broke, and I didn't have access to a computer, but now we're back on track!

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rengokupudding · 5 months

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Thinking a lot about uzuren lately. I imagine that kyojuro is reluctant to share his feelings for tengen, thus spending many nights, hot faced. In this panel, kyojuro is snuggled into a wisteria protected outpost. He reminisces on all of the exchanges they’ve had begins to wonder if tomorrow will be his last day, without a confession.

#uzuren #kimetsu no yaiba rengoku #rengokukyoujorou #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #uzuitengen

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bakugosbratx · 1 year

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just discovered your blog and i’m in love~! since reqs are open, would you please consider doing a yandere kyoujuro x fem (or gn) reader scenario where kyo’s super possessive/jealous after being paranoid that his father is into them?! (or maybe he is?!? my twisted heart defers to your genius!) sank you!

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 — Yandere Kyoujuro Rengoku x Fem! Reader

Warning: NSFW 18+ Content. Yandere, abduction, mind breaking, abuse, voyeurism, cursing, paranoia, cnc, some noncon, sexual relations in front of father, degrading, etc.

A/N: I’m sorry it took so long but I hope it was worth it. My mind went crazy writing this haha.

Words: 1.8k

Tags: @nymphoheretic @thisbicc @renhoeku @cherkujo @ovarysnake23 @uknyverse

Not beta read

“Oh, my beautiful flame.” Kyoujuro hums as he enters your shared bedroom, sending chills dancing down your spine as you await for him to approach from behind. You were applying your favorite color lipstick that would match well with his outfit of choice. Your desired taste was not on the menu when it came to your life now. You learned to accept it over time. His fashion taste was bearable, though, it reminded you of your place: beneath him.

Today was a special day; you get to meet his family. You have built up curiosity of Kyoujuro’s upbringing over the months you have been stuck with him. A man with a flame in his heart still manages to have ice in his veins. It was disturbing.

His large calloused palm found refuge on your shoulder, the heat sending a breeze upon your bones. You dared to meet his eyes in the mirror, attempting to mask the terror that lied within your pupils.

“Y-Yes, Kyoujuro?” You replied within a shaky breath, alerting Kyoujuro that you were still drowning in fear. He hated and loved it all at once.

“You look magnificent, my dear, but we must get going. My father and brother should not be kept waiting much longer.” Kyoujuro stated, keeping his gaze upon yours in the mirror. His words were calm and innocent, but his irises held dominance and control that dared you to try and make a fool out of him tonight in front of his family. You would never see the light of day again.

Nodding, you provide a false smile. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Your hand laces with your captor, his vigorous grip reminding you that even without chains upon your limbs, you are still within his shackles. You are always under his grasp and one thing Kyoujuro will refuse to do is ever let you go.

Approaching the Rengoku residence, Senjuro is quick to run out and greet his older brother. “Brother, you have finally arrived!” He beamed, a bright innocent smile glowing in the sunset. He looked just like his older brother. His locks were yellow with red tips, red eyes with yellow on the outside, and a smile that was soft yet sickening.

“‘Bout damn time.” A deep, drunken voice exited the home and into view. Kyoujuro is quick to push you behind him in a protective manner. Usually, that would annoy you, but this time, you appreciated it.

Shinjuro was a tall man, aggression swallowing him whole. You finally saw where Kyoujuro got his evil side from. His polite ways must come from his mother that is no longer here. You didn’t dare ask questions, but it was all starting to make sense now.

“My apologies, father. We were running a bit behind.” Kyoujuro apologized, his stance turning even more stiff when he noticed his father’s eyes lingered onto you.

Taking another sip of his sake, he gestured towards the inside of his home. “Dinner’s ready. Don’t let it get cold now.”

Kyoujuro led you up the stairs, Shinjuro’s pupils beaming upon you as you walked by. He mumbled something under his breath that wasn’t clear, but this sent Kyoujuro into high alert.

Sitting down around the dining area, Shinjuro sat at the head of the table. “Dinner smells lovely.” You compliment, earning a warning glare from Kyoujuro, but a less stiffened expression from Shinjuro. That was the only ‘thank you’ you were going to get out of him.

Starting off with the miso soup and white rice, you see where Kyoujuro got some of his cooking skills. Luckily, Kyoujuro has improved and made decent meals since you have been in his care.

Still, the meal was still somewhat edible and you were happy to be out of the house. Senjuro was the one to break the silence by flooding his brother’s ears about everything he wanted him to know. It was a very cute sight to witness.

“Maybe after dinner, I can show you some of my skills! I have gotten better with my sword, big brother!” Senjuro raved, not even noticing the way Shinjuro was staring you down, your spine stiff. Kyojuro is quick to wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him to show ownership.

“I would love to see it!” Kyojuro smiled, his grip around your waist tightening due to his father. You were not fond of Shinjuro, but you did think that Kyojuro was overreacting. His father is just putting up a harsh front, right? And maybe the seductive eyes hidden behind all that fire gaze was just your imagination mixed with Kyojuro’s paranoia.

This is all a huge misunderstanding, right?

Dinner carried on, Senjuro chatted his older brother’s ear off about any and everything. While Kyojuro gave his brother his full attention, his arm remained snaked around your waist and he was sure to watch you out of the corner of his eyes. Even with the protection you had and the evilness of Kyojuro’s glare, Shinjuro’s eyes still lingered onto you. You could not help, but squirm under the intense pressure.

Kyojuro noticed your discomfort, but when he opened his mouth to speak, his little brother chimes in, “big brother! I’m finished with dinner, let’s go outside—“

Senjuro grabbed hold of Kyojuro’s hand and practically dragged him outside. He was quite amazed by how strong his brother has gotten over the years. Besides, a promise is a promise. Kyojuro always kept his word, especially to those he held close.

You have mixed emotions when it comes to Kyojuro. He was familiar to you now that you have been captured for so long. You also felt safe from the dangers the world poses. Kyojuro was sure to remind you daily that nowhere is safe. The only true safe place is with him and him only. Now, that your safety is gone, you feel vulnerable, the predator gazing right at you.

The silence was thick and still as Shinjuro examined you, drinking his Sake. You were taught not to speak unless given permission to do so and in all honesty, you did not have much to say to this man.

“What are you doing with my boy?” Shinjuro finally muttered out, catching you off guard. “W-What?” You stammered, not believing your ears. “You deaf or somethin’? I said,” Shinjuro stood up, placing his hands on the table as he narrowed his gaze, “what are you doing with my boy,” he cupped your face, “when you should be with me?”

The calloused touch sent chills skipping down your spine. Kyojuro was right this whole time, his sick father did like you and now you are all alone with him. “I-I love Kyojuro.” You mumbled out, barely above a whisper. The fire that ignited in Shinjuro’s eyes worried you.

“Lies!” He exclaimed, slamming his hands on the table. A small gasp leaves you, fear written all over you. Though you were lying about having love for Kyojuro, you were obligated to be loyal to the man. You sure as hell was not going to cheat on him with his father.

Taking another sip of his sake, Shinjuro towered over you. Pulling you up, he bent you over the table. You attempted to remove yourself from the situation, but Shinjuro was obviously much stronger. There was no way to compete with this monster.

“Please don’t do this! Kyojuro! Help!” You cried, hoping the one person you despise would be your savior. Shinjuro pushed your face into the dark wooden table. “Shut it!” The older man growled as he began lifting up your dress.

Just when you thought it was about to be hell, a familiar voice is heard from behind you, “what do you think you’re doing with my girl?” Kyojuro asked, lowly. Shinjuro was not afraid of his son, but the sword that was pressed to his neck made him nervous.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Shinjuro retorts, his voice not sounding as gruff as usual. Kyojuro let out a condescending chuckle. You were still held down so you could not witness the scene behind you, but all you know is that you are safe.

“Unhand her.” Kyojuro demanded, pressing the blade more to his father’s windpipe. Shinjuro contemplated for a second but respected his son’s wishes. You are quick to get up and give Kyojuro thankful eyes.

“If you ever touch my girl again, I will not be afraid to decapitate you right where you stand.” Kyojuro warned, putting his sword down so you can run into his arms. “Oh, Kyojuro! Thank you for coming to save me!” You beamed, snuggling your face into his muscular chest. Kyojuro placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“Big brother!” Senjuro called as he entered the house, oblivious to what just occurred. Kyojuro hid his anger and as always, had a bright smile. “Go to your room, Senjuro. I have something to discuss.” He stated.

“But, we were—“ Senjuro pouted, tugging at Kyojuro’s heart strings. He walked over to his little brother, ruffling his hair. “I promise once we are done we can do whatever you want, okay?”

Senjuro smiled, hugging Kyojuro tight before running to his room and closing the door. You were nervous about what was about to go down, but nothing could prepare you for Kyojuro bending you over the table like you just were moments before. “K-Kyojuro, what are you—“

Lifting up your dress, his hand rubbed your exposed ass since he always made you wear thongs. “Teaching my father a valuable lesson on who you belong to.”

You did not even have time to protest. All you felt was his large thick cock entering your tight pussy, your moans immediately falling from your lips as they always do. All Shinjuro could do was stare in disbelief, disgust, and horror as his son fucked you in front of him.

“See this?” Kyojuro lifted your face up by your hair so your blurry vision as well as mewl expressions could be seen, “this pussy belongs to me. I’m the only man that makes her feel this good.”

You could not recall what was said as Kyojuro put all his anger and stress into your pussy. The wet sounds as well as moans echoed in the kitchen. If Shinjuro even thought about leaving the area, Kyojuro would be quick to stop him. This is what he gets for trying to invade you the way he did. Only Kyojuro claims this cunt and with each demand, “tell him who you belong to.”

“You, Kyojuro. I belong to you.” You whimper, being too cockdrunk to even realize what you were saying, but you knew the words were true. As long as Kyojuro is alive, you shall not belong to anyone else.

And even Shinjuro knows that now.

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xuzuitengenx · 10 months

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Sub!Kyojuro Rengoku x Top!Male Reader NSFW Oneshot (Wattpad)

Title: "The Loudest."

Genre—NSFW

AU—Modern AU

Quick Info: Uzui and his wives are neighbors with Rengoku and Y/N

Warning(s): EXPLICIT WORDS, Oversimulation, Riding, Praising, Handjob

[A/N]: I wrote this at like 2-3am— Sorry for any misspelled words or bad grammar :)

"Tengen-Sama!"

"mm? What..?" Uzui sleepy answers as one of his wives called to him.

"Oi! Tengen-Sama!!"

"Hmm? Yeah..?"

"TENGEN-SAMA!!" All the wives yelled at their sleeping husband who woke up and sat up in bed.

"WHAT?" Uzui looked at his wives as they were also sitting up on their huge bed.

"Ah.. They are at it..again.." Suma meekly says as the other two wives nods.

Uzui looks at her in a questioning look before he hears muffled loud moans/groans and bangs from the constantly moving bed hitting the wall.

Uzui groaned tiredly as he quickly grew annoyed.

This isn't the first time that Uzui and his wives' sleep has been interrupted by their neighbors aka their best friends.

"God.. Do they really have to fuck every night?" Uzui mumbled to himself as he got off his luxurious bed with his wives on it.

Getting out of his home with his flamboyant fluffy slippers and went over to his neighbors'.

As he got over, he pounded at the door like a tired old lady before he heard running footsteps from the other side becoming louder and louder.

The door soon opened up, revealing a heavy breathing (H/C) hair male who was just wearing boxers and a T-shirt which was backwards while also inside-out, showing the tag of the shirt.

"Oh, hey there.. You need something?" The male asked, leaning against the door frame as Uzui glared at him.

"Yeah. I need you to shut the fuck up. All I ask which I ask EVERY night is peaceful quiet for 8 hours, Y/N!" Uzui huffed with his arms crossed.

"Alright, Alright." Y/N says and nods in agreement.

Uzui groans and walks away to his home.

Y/N closed the door and locked it. Running back to his bedroom where his lover was waiting for him.

Walking into the bedroom, he was right.

His lover, Kyojuro, who was so out of character as he laid naked in their messy bed.

He had flushed cheeks as his mouth was slightly open letting out soft pants and slight drool dripping from his lips, his eyes filled with lust and small tears and his body littered with both new and old marks made by Y/N.

Y/N didn't waste time and took off his shirt and boxers. He quickly got on the bed and in between Kyojuro's thick thighs which was also had marks on them.

Kyojuro's hands found their way onto Y/N's cheeks and brought his face down to his own and kissed him. Y/N couldn't resist kissing him back and his hands went on Kyojuro's hips.

The kiss gotten more heated as their tongues got involved. Hips started to grind against each other and low, muffled moans came from the two.

Kyojuro and M/N broke their heated kiss, lips still lightly connected and Kyojuro moved his hands from Y/N's face to his neck.

"Are you ready to continue on, my love?" Y/N whispered against Kyojuro's pink lips. A low hum came from Kyojuro and a soft 'yes' was heard after.

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"Mmm~! A-ah~!!"

As the bed continues to roughly hit the wall repeatedly, Y/N had Kyojuro on all fours while he thrusted into Kyojuro harshly, receiving loud moans from Kyojuro who's voice was breaking and body trembling.

Y/N watched underneath him as Kyojuro's back arched and him clawing the sheets that were under him.

Smirking at the sight, Y/N thought to overstimulate Kyojuro which he did by removing his one of his hands from Kyojuro's hips and went for his cock that was dripping pre-cum, wanting a release real bad.

He was quick to start giving Kyojuro a handjob as he was still thrusting into Kyojuro. Kyojuro whined loudly when he felt Y/N's warm hand on his cock giving him a handjob which was making him lose his mind.

Now feeling himself coming closer to his climax, his moans became more frequently and his body failing to keep him up on all fours from the trembling and overwhelming pleasure that he was receiving.

Y/N seemed to read his mind by suddenly pulling out and finally letting go of Kyojuro's cock, giving Kyojuro a moment to breathe before the hands on his hips turned him around onto his back, facing his lover who moved between his legs once again.

"Fuck, you're so cute, Kyo~" Y/N complemented, making the heavy breathing Kyojuro looked away, fluster at the complement and the nickname.

Y/N chuckled at this and went down to kiss Kyojuro's red cheek before softly grabbing his chin, making his face turn facing Y/N's.

Y/N laid a tender kiss on Kyojuro's lips. Kyojuro returned the kiss immediately as his legs wraps around Y/N's waist.

As the kiss continued, Kyojuro let out a muffled gasp when he felt Y/N's tip against his entrance. Kyojuro slowly broke the tender kiss before unexpectedly pushed Y/N onto the side, making Y/N lay on his back and Kyojuro sitting on top of him.

Y/N was slighty shocked at the sudden turn but the flustered Kyojuro continued on.

"Let me.. take over.." Kyojuro says as his voice was raspy and low due to the loud moaning and whines.

Kyojuro put one of his hand on Y/N's chest as he looked behind him, seeing Y/N's erected cock that was close to his ass. He took Y/N's cock and pressed it against his entrance, making him shuddered softly before setting himself down slowly on Y/N's cock.

The two of them moaned at the insertion. Y/N's hands now on Kyojuro's hips and when Kyojuro no longer needed his hand to direct, putting both his hands on Y/N's chest.

Once Y/N was fully inside, Kyojuro started to move by slowly bouncing, airy moans leaving his mouth as his eyes were closed.

Y/N moans as Kyojuro was riding him. He soon felt Kyojuro's bouncing sped up, increasing their pleasurable noises louder.

Y/N watches as Kyojuro continued to fuck himself on Y/N's cock, loving how he gets to see this side of him. How needy and lewd he was.

"Ah~! Ah~! N-nghh~!" Kyojuro's loud moans kept erupting from him.

Y/N soon felt Kyojuro's body tremble on top of him and his bouncing slowing down a bit. Kyojuro's thighs were probably giving up on him which made Y/N thrusted upwards.

Kyojuro let out a loud mewl as he felt Y/N's sudden thrust. "Haa~!! I-I'm Ah~! God~!" Kyojuro moans, his head thrown back as he was close to cummimg while so was Y/N who was also close too.

Kyojuro continues his bouncing for a little longer and then soon, letting out a high pitched whine while he came on top of Y/N's chest and Y/N, cumming with a groan when Kyojuro tightens around him during his orgasm.

Heavy breathing were heard from the couple as Kyojuro got off of Y/N and laid down on the bed besides Y/N, exhausted.

Y/N was exhausted too but he still got off the bed and went to the bathroom to start a warm bath since he knows how Kyojuro isn't a fan sleeping covered in sweat and cum.

After the bath was done, he went back into the bedroom which he saw Kyojuro on the phone as he was now sitting up. When Y/N got closer, he soon heard the boomimg voice of Tengen on the other side, yelling at probably the noise.

Y/N sat on the bed next to Kyojuro who looked at him. Y/N signaled to hand the phone to him which Kyojuro did.

"I SWEAR TO GOD, I WILL KILL YOUR STUPID HUSBAND OF YOURS AND-"

"Sorry, Tengenn~ It won't happen again tomorrow now good nighttt~" Y/N says with a teasing tone before hanging up.

"I don't get the problem- This is payback for when we couldn't sleep because of him and his wives. Now, you're ready for your bath, Kyo?"

Looking at Kyojuro, he saw Kyojuro's smile and then a small laugh from Kyojuro, Y/N couldn't help but to laugh softly. He truly loved Kyojuro's laugh and his smile.

"Yes, I am, Y/N!" Kyojuro excited for the warm bath.

"Great, now hold on!" Y/N says as he went to put up Kyojuro in a bridal way.

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"I'M GOING TO KILL THAT BASTARD!! HE ALWAYS SAYS TOMORROW BUT GUESS WHAT- HE NEVER DOES!!"

While Tengen continues his complaints, his wives sighed at their husband while he is being the loudest at the moment.

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“Dirty Talk”

Kinktober 2023|Day 6 ~ Dirty Talk

Pairings: Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader

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Summary: You had always known your husband was a work oriented man. But after you had you’re son, long hours at work turned longer and longer. Making you doubt if your husband still felt the same as he did before you had your son.

“Baby, what do you think about this one” you asked looking at yourself in the mirror. The dress was pretty but looked like pretty much everything else in your closet, but you had so many clothes, you’d forget about it in a moment. “It’s not too tight is it?”

You turn around after getting no response from your husband who had his phone to his ear, tons of your other purchases hanging off his strong shoulders. Kyojuro was always working now, he was a business-focused man before you all got married and had a baby, but at least he paid attention to you then.

When he offered to go shopping with you you got excited, this could have been a chance to spend more time with him. But with each store the two of you went into, the more un-excited he seemed to get.

He always seemed unexcited around you now. The only time his eyes seemed to light up any more was when you brought his son to him at home.

With an annoyed roll of your eyes, you slipped back into the dressing room, pushing off the dress. He could have at least looked at you, but he seemed to hate doing that now. You were racking your brain about why Kyojuro had been so distant lately. Was there someone else, were you not as fine as he used to think you were, you had gained a little weight after the baby, but you thought it suited you.

Ignoring the tear that rolled down your eyes, you left the rest of the dresses in the room, putting on your jeans and blouse before leaving the dressing room.

Still on the phone, Kyojuro followed behind you, and with your mood now spoiled you were ready to head to the car.

As the weeks went on your sour moods turned to pure sadness. Kyojuro had seemed even more distant than ever lately. A lot of the time, you were left on your lonesome just you and your son. You loved your son as much as you loved Kyojuro, but there was only so much company a baby could give, especially when your son sleeps 50% of the time. So on most nights, you were in bed, depending on being interested in some book you left on your nightstand.

You consider yourself a strong woman, it was one of the many reasons why Kyojuro had fallen in love with you. But tonight was one of the nights where you felt weaker than ever. It was hard to admit it but the way your marriage had been after you had your son hurt you. You wish Kyojuro was here, to hold you and giggle about how cute your baby boy was together. The fact his warm hands weren’t around you was enough to bring long, held-off, tears in your eyes.

You weren’t sure how long you were crying, at some point, you were just holding yourself until your cries turned into sniffles. You almost felt yourself drifting away but your hope of sleep was disrupted by footsteps entering your bedroom.

“Kyojuro” you called out. “What time is it?” you mumbled.

“Don’t worry about it love, why aren’t you sleeping?” he questioned.

You sat up from your bed, reaching for your phone lying on your nightstand to check the time. Anger seared in you when you saw it.``Don’t change the subject, why the hell are you just getting home at two in the morning” you said, turning to him.

The moonlight allowed him to see the partially dried tears that stained your puffy cheeks. “Love, have you been crying?” he questioned softly.

“Lov-” he tried again, “I mean what else do you want me to do but cry, you haven’t been home with me in what feels like forever!” you yelled.

“Calm down, I was just working late at the office Y/n, you know I’m closing up a big deal”

“Bull shit, there’s no reason you need to be away from me and your fucking son that long”you yelled.

Kyojuro frowned, crossing his arms, “Y/n you’re being dramatic, just go to bed, I’m tired, I don’t have time for this” he groaned.

“You’re tired!” You shrieked, “hHowthe fuck do you think I feel, I’m home with our son all the fucking time without your help!”

“What Y/n, you’re clearly just in a mood to argue so I’m going to sleep,” he said, turning around to get ready for bed.

Angry, hot tears fell down your cheeks.

“You can’t just dismiss me every time you don’t feel like talking” you spoke angrily.

“Whatever Y/n, I told you I’m not arguing with you”

“I don’t want to argue, I’m trying to tell you I’m upset!” You yelled. Your gut-wrenching tone is what made Kyojuro stop midway through undoing his tie to look at you.

You settled down onto the bed, breathing unevenly,“I-Is there someone else” you sobbed, “I just don’t understand” you cried. “I know I’ve gained a little weight but I think I’m still pretty, I can’t be that disgusting that you want extra time away all the time.'' you exclaimed, too worked up to notice more tears falling from your eyes.

Kyojuro felt worse than he ever had seeing you like this because of him, he knew how hard you were crying, and the fact he caused your tears made it so much worse. “Oh Y/n, come here” he opened his arms, laying on the bed beside you.

You wanted to curse at him, yell at him for everything he was making you feel, but you couldn’t help but fall into his arms, letting your tears fall onto his shoulder.

He whispered into your ear, trying to console you, hoping to end your tears. He held you until you stilled in his arms, clinging onto him.

“Love, look at me,” he asked. You lifted your tear-stained face at his request. He lifted a large hand to swipe the leftover tears on his cheeks.

“There’s no one else, and there never will be,”Kyojuro said, hands trailing down to pull your frame closer to him.

“I thought you were the most sexy, gorgeous woman in the world before you had our son, but the glow you have now is the most incredible thing I have ever seen, I’m so sorry I made you feel this way, so so sorry my love” He whispered.

You looked at him with teary eyes, “Please don’t cry” he asked.

One of your shaky hands came to grip his jaw, pulling him closer to you. You couldn’t remember the last time the two oad really kissed. Sure there had been quick pecks and sloppy cheek kisses, but it had been a while since Kyojuro had kissed you.

Your lips were just as pillowy soft as they always were, and your tears tasted sour in the kiss, but it was everything you needed. The two of you kissed like you used to back when you were teenagers, till you couldn’t breathe, only pulling away when the need to breathe became urgent.

There was so much more that Kyojuro wanted to apologize for, but definitely wasn’t thinking with his head. His grip on your hips tightened as he flipped you over onto your back, watching as your legs spread out on impact. He smiled at your appearance, hairdisheveleddicheveled, nipples threatening to peek out of your silk gown, silky smooth thighs visible.

“Stars, you’re so beautiful” He whispered.

He leaned down to kiss you once again, trailing down to your jaw and then to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses all the way down to your chest. Kyojuro pulled down the tips of your nightgown, watching as your full tits spilled out. One of his strong hands came to massage your breasts, his mouth sucking your pert nipple.

You let out stifled moans above him, biting your finger so you wouldn’t make too much noise. Kyojuro parted from your chest making you whine. “Don’t you dare hide those noises from me” he demanded, fingers tracing the edge of your nightgown. “B-but the baby” you explained.

He shook his head,IYou and me both know he sleeps through the night” he laughed, pushing your nightgown up over your stomach. He smiled at the sight, trailing lightly over the ticklish parts of your stomach, making you tense at the sensation.

“I almost forgot how sensitive you are, bet your pussy’s still the same way” he mused as his hands trailed towards your thighs, watching as your thighs twitched from the feeling.

“How’s she feeling huh? I bet she’s twitching, just waiting for me to touch her” he smiled, tapping your clit through your thin lace underwear.

“Bet she missed me, didn’t she” He asked, your eyes were closed tight as you felt him, lips formed into a round O shape.

He tutted at you, grasping a hold of your chin making your eyes shoot open to look at him.

“Answer me baby, did your little pussy miss me” He asked again.

“Mhmm” you whimpered, teeth biting into your lower lip.

“I bet you want me to touch her,”He asked, “Y-yes” you stuttered out.

His fingers slowly rubbed against your slit, feather-light you could barely feel him touching you. You groaned at his teasing pace. “Why do you sound so upset with my love, am I not giving you what you wanted?” he said.

“I-I want m-” you started, but he cut you off, “You want more, what do you want?”

“Do you want me to make me cum with my fingers on you?” he said, suddenly rubbing harsh circles on your more than sensitive clit, making your thighs twitch and your pussy gush onto your underwear. “Or maybe you want to cum on my fingers” Kyojuro mused, moving to prod at your entrance through your underwear.

“Or maybe you want to cum in my mouth, though, I know you like it wheN i talk you through it,”he said, laughing as you moaned loudly at his words.

“Which is it my love, answer e, or nothings gonna happen”

“Y-your fingers, your fingers baby” you answered.

He slipped next to you, a hand coming to rest over your head the other tracking shapes onto the inside of your thigh occasionally dancing over your slit,What's the magic word”

“Baby please, can I have your fingers”you begged. Kyojuro left a wet kiss on your cheek, “Of course my love”.

His hands trailed into your underwear, sighing at how wet you were, “God baby, your pussy’s drooling” he hummed. He brought a single finger to circle over your entrance. You bucked your hips up into his hand moaning as his long finger sucked into your tight pussy.

“Of, fuck baby, it feels so good” you admitted, twitching as his fingers reached knuckle deep into you. “I can tell. She sucked me right in, god your stightjt, I haven’t stretched your little pussy out in a while, guess I’ll have to change that”

He drove his fingers in, and out of you drinking in the beautiful sounds you were making. He missed this, missed you, and this was just what he needed.

“Think you can take another one?” he asked.

You nodded frantically, “Please, stretch me out” you begged.

He managed to wedge two of his fingers into your tight pussy. You were shaking in his grip, holding onto his arms as the pleasure drove you insane. His fingers were long and thick, they managed to touch that spongy part inside of you that made your legs twitch in a way you couldn’t control.

“Does it feel good my love” he huffed in your ear.

“Yes, fuck it’s so good” you moaned.

“Yeah, you like it when my fingers are so deep i,n you” he said, you smiled, “Mhmm”.

He watched your face contort into a lop-sided grin, enjoying yourself. You would have been embarrassed at how fast you were ready to cum, but how could you be blamed. It had been forever since he had fingered you like this, talked less, talked to you like this. It was driving you crazy, especially when the ball of his hand would drag over your clit making you squirm.

“Are you gonna cum My love”he asked.

“I-I’m so close” you admitted.

Your hips ground down onto his hand, making a mess on his hands “You wanna cum” He asked.

“So bad, I wanna cum so bad”

He hummed, watching your eyes roll back in your head and just needing one more push to send you over the edge.

“Then do it My love, cum all over my fingers” hinstructeded.

Your whole body stilled for a second, scaring Kyojuro a liBeforeit. BEfore your legs shook ridiculously, jutting his fingers deeper inside of you. Your pussy gushed all over his hand but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be ashamed.

Your thighs twitched as Kyojuro pulled out of you, printing his wet fingers to your mouth, “Open” he instructed. You took his fingers into your mouth, moaning at the taste of yourself.

He pulled you into his chest, kissing the top of your head.

“I still have a lot I want to say,” you said.

He nodded, holding you closer, “And I’ll listen”

“I’ll listen to every word”

Sorry for any spelling mistakes. Hope you enjoyed! This is barely proof read and I hope this was good:)

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thetwelvekizukihq · 1 month

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#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #screencaps #anime #nezuko kamado #zenitsu agatsuma #tanjiro kamado #inosuke hashiriba #genya shinazugawa #sanemi shinaguzawa #giyuu tomioka #tengen uzui #tokitō muichirō #rengokukyoujorou #mitsuri kanroji #gyomei himejima #shinobu kochō #obanai iguro

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Tanjiro : We all have our demons.

Rengoku , grabbing Akaza: This one’s mine!

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katar0 · 10 months

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I’m gonna combust (credits to the person from tiktok who posted those photos)

@kyojurismo

#rengokukyoujorou #demon slayer #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku x reader #demon slayer rengoku #rengoku x you #i’m gonna combust #i want him #my mannn #my man right there #he’s so hot #he’s so fine #he makes me so emotional #rengoku fluff

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manuellarts · 2 years

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Redrawing that one scene from the movie , but he ends up looking at you 🤨

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the-wisteria-house · 11 months

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The Arrangement (Rengoku x reader) - Chapter 5

In his eagerness to get home and gather information about what his father is hiding Kyojuro forgoes sleep after his latest mission. This is proven to be a poor lapse of judgement, but thankfully your there to patch him up, and in the prosses a glimpse of your true self is unveiled to him, so maybe the blood and the scare he was sure to have was worth it?

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol abuse, canon Typically violence, minor injuries (Kyojuro), awkward (y/n), and Kyojuro.

As Kyojuro stumbled out of his sandals and made his way down the corridor to the washroom, he couldn't help but wince as he barely caught his balance on one of the walls, narrowly avoiding landing on the floor. Kyojuro realized in that moment he had lost a lot more blood than he had originally anticipated. As he stared down at his hand that was putting pressure on his rib. He couldn't help the feeling of shame rise in him at the sight of his blood which stained his palm and dripping onto the floor below, 'You're a Hashira it's pathetic that you let a lower rank demon put you in such a state.' In his eagerness to figure out what his father was hiding he had an uncharacteristically poor lapse in judgment and decided to forgo sleep after his latest mission and head straight home in the hopes of speaking to you at first light. The lack of sleep and the tole the mission left on his body left him vulnerable to an opportunistic demon that caught him off guard as he ran through a neighboring village, though the demon was dispatched within seconds that didn't change the fact it was able to claw a deep gash across the Hashiras chest down to his ribs.

"Kyojuro? Is that - oh god. Uh, come on, we need to get you patched up." Your surprised voice pulled him from his self-depreciating thoughts before you firmly grabbed his arm and led him to the bathroom and went along wordlessly.

The young man watched from the toilet lid as your eyebrows were nit firmly in what could have been worry, while you searched through the first aid kit you'd dug out from under the sink. Your features softened a fraction once you found the bottle of antiseptic and some cotton swabs.

Not even glancing in his direction you gestured to the rag you had given him when you both first entered the bathroom, "Bite down on that, I'm sure this'll hurt like a bitch.",

Kyojuro didn't even have time to react to your foul language you turned, and a pained grunt left him and he quickly bit down on the rag, as you gently cleaned out his wound and wiped away excess blood with a damp rag as you went. You only stopped when Kyojuro softly laid a scared hand over your own, much smaller hands, not allowing you to clean the area over his heart. This action made you pause to look up at the slayer and give him a questioning look, noticing he removed the rag from his mouth. You were having to dig debris out of his wound so to say you were confused at this action would be an understatement.

"Thank you (Y/n), I'm truly sorry for waking you, that wasn't my intention." Kyojuro said with an apologetic smile, which you wouldn't help but return despite how every fiber of your being screamed at you to keep yourself guarded.

"It's alright. It's not a big deal." His grip loosened, allowing you to continue your work, "You're pretty banged up." You state, filling the silence, leaving an opening for him to continue if he wished.

"Yea..." he paused, seeming to debate if he should say more, "A demon got the jump on me." he said humiliation clear in his voice.

"That's alright, even the strongest make mistakes. Life is full of lessons. This could be one of them." Kyojuro too in your wise words as he watched you pull out a needle and thread from the box and got to patching him up. Your steady and confident moments, along with the persistence of your stitches impressed him, "You've done this before." He states after you were halfway done with his stiches.

"No, I just thought it would be a fun experience to stitch up a Hashira, in the middle of the night, you know? Just for the hell of it." If Kyojuro hadn't seen the small smirk that dawned your soft lips, he would have thought you'd been serious by the steady and monotoned sound of your voice,"I worked at a doctor's office as a cleaner when I was a young teen. The doctor was a kind woman and was eager to nurse my curiosity about medicine despite my lack of a formal education... She taught me a few things while she was in my village." you glanced up at him, gauging his pain levels before continuing, "Sadly, she and her assistant decided to move their practice after a while, so I had to start working full time at the tea house." You finished off as you masterfully tied the last stitch.

"That was nice of her. What else did you learn from her?" He asked, curiosity peaked as you began to dress his now closed wound.

"Oh, basic things like first aid, simple remedies and medicines, as well as how to take blood and give vaccinations. So, nothing too extreme, it was nothing that a normal person couldn't learn from a book." You shrug nonchalantly, focusing more on dressing his wound.

"Still, not enough people know first aid! So, I think it's wonderful you took time to learn it!" He says earnestly, with a smile that you swore could outshine the morning sun. You couldn't find it in yourself to turn away from the man before you. You froze when his gaze met your own,causing your hand to rest flat on his toned chest as you briefly stopped wrapping his wound. The look in his eyes wasn't one you had anticipated. He wasn't looking at you with distain or even disgust, as you would have originally thought, but with a slight curiosity and... what appears to be tenderness? No, you must have been mistaken! Why would he give you of all people such a look? Your eyes followed Kyojuro's' hand as he reached out and grasped a stray lock of your hair that was in your face before pushing it behind your ear, "That's better." One of his scared knuckles grazed your jawline for a fraction of a second. Despite how feather light the motion was, it left your skin heating with a pleasant warmth in its wake, "It's getting late. You should get to bed; I truly appreciate your assistance. You got me sewed up quicker than I could have done on my own, and you did a better job as well. " He added after a moment of silence, breaking away from your gaze, and retracting his hand slowly, as you nodded.

"You should as well, I'm sure you're tired from your travels, and duties." You agreed before helping the taller man stand and shadowing him down the long corridor. As you watched him walk ahead of you, you noted he thankfully seemed to be fairings better than he had been when you first found him. Despite this, you chose to stay nearby just in case he became faint again. Thankful he hadn't and the short walk to your rooms was uneventful, and as you both begin to go to enter your separate room, you both stopped and turned to speak at the same time, cutting each other off. "Kyo-"

"(Y/-" You stared at each other for a few moments before you gave him a small but beautifully striking smile.

"I hope you sleep well, Kyojuro." Your soft voice broke the tension in the air, as your orbs held his own.

"I- uh- you too (Y/n)! Th-thank you for everything." Kyojuro, in that moment as he stumbled over his words, as he bore into your kind eyes owlishly. In that moment Kyojuro felt more like a shy schoolboy than the revered and powerful Hashira he was meant to be. His flustered appeared only increased tenfold when you bowed your head slightly before entering your room, the pleats of your sleeping yukata flowing behind you as if the fabric was casketing water, and not linen, before you shut the sliding door. Leaving him standing in the hallway with only the shine of the moon to keep him company, feeling like a blushing fool.

Kyojuro woke to the morning sun shining in his eyes as it spilled through the opened window of his room.

He blushed as his thoughts traveled to the events of last night, or hell was it really the early hours of that morning? He didn't know if it was the blood loss or your bewitching beauty, that allowed him to act so impulsively. Then as he thought about it more, he supposed it didn't matter, what was done was done... More importantly, you hadn't seemed at all bothered by his actions, or at least it didn't seem that way. You were quite a hard person to read if he was honest, or maybe he wasn't all that good with women? He had never really actually courted one before or been around one for extended periods of time other than his friend Mitsuri. Did that count though, they spent most of their time together training and eating?

Pushing off his thoughts not wanting to confuse himself further on the matter of the matter, he began to get ready for the day, choosing to dawn a vibrant red yukata with a dark carco grey Obi. He then put on a matching pair of grey tabi socks before exiting his room.

As he walked down the corridor leading to the main room, the aromic smell of tea filled his senses. You and Senjuro must have been awake, preparing breakfast. He wondered if that been the routine in the days he'd been absent?

He tried to stifle his laughter as he entered the kitchen and saw Senjuro standing closely by your side almost as if he were your shadow, his eyebrows creased in firm consecration, as he watched you expertly grill salmon.

"Ah, Anuie! You're back from your mission! I'm assuming you arrived last night?" Senjuro's attention snapped to the doorway the moment he heard his older brother's distinctive laughter, with a surprised smile.

"I am, I arrived late last night. The mission was thankfully successful!" He walked closer to the two of you and gave you both his signature smile before offering his assistance while he looked over the ingredients you had out.

You looked up in thought, thinking about what task to assign him, missing how his little brother looked at him as if he had multiple heads. What was Kyojuro thinking?

"Sure, would you mind cleaning and starting the rice? Thank you." You accepted before pointing to the bag of rice that was on the center island and going back to work on the salmon.

"What are you doing? You can't cook!" Senjuro whispers to his elder brother as they both made their way to the rice, kyojuro with a pot in hand.

"I'm a Hashira. I can surlily cook rice, Senjuro!" Kyojuro confidently stated as he took a cup of rice out of the cloth bag, Senjuro let out a defeated sigh as he watched his brother turn on hot water to clean the rice instead of cold... this was going to be fun.

Kyojuro later realized he in fact- could not cook rice. He felt warmth creep up his neck as he stared down at the scorched, almost unrecognizably burnt rice grains.

"I swear, I only looked away for a moment!" He practically yelled, trying to mask his embarrassment. Only for you to give him an unreadable look before you gently removed the pot of from his hold and disposed of the entire thing, as there was no chance of saving the also scorched pot. (Honestly parts of the pot looked on the verge of melting)

"I told you, Kyojuro!" Senjuro whispered as he propped open one of the windows in the kitchen in hopes of removing the burnt smell and smoke that filled the air and his older brother stood slightly behind him seemingly unsure of what to do.

"Hey, I didn't know it would burn, I figured it would just cook faster on high, and then we could eat sooner!" He rubbed his neck and looked down, trying to push down the humiliation he felt. You must have thought he was unless... A grown man who couldn't even cook rice.

"You know I don't recall ever seeing someone scorch rice before... I'll show you how to properly make it tomorrow, okay?" Kyojuro's head sprung up at your offer. The look on his face was almost reminiscent of a dog being given a table scrape after going on a day's long hunting trip. To say he was elated at the offer would be a serious understatement.

"That actually worked?" Senjuro mumbled under his breath in shock as he stared at the two of you. His brother's confidence seemed restored at the offer, and you had a cool and calm air around you. As much as your personalities seemed to contrast, he couldn't help but think you complemented each other nicely, and made a charming pair.

Senjuro never pretended to understand his father, but he was starting to see why he chose you for Kyojuro. With someone like you, you'd make him slow down and enjoy the smaller things, and with someone like him, you'd open up more and hopefully grow more spontaneous. You two gave each other balance. He may not have agreed with how Shinjuro went about pairing the both of you, but he couldn't deny that this was one of his father's smarter choices.

"Morn'in, did something burn?" A gruff voice sounded from the doorway. Speaking of the man, it seemed he'd decided to join you that morning.

"Yea, it seems we won't be having rice this morning." You began to put the salmon and vegetables on a serving dish, missing the confused look on the Rengoku Patriarchs face, as he realized what burned.

"How'd you manage to burn rice? You were able to make it just fine yesterday, and all the other days before that." The man said gruffly as you handed him the serving tray silently ordering him to take it to the table, and much to his son's shock and amazement, he did without complaint.

" It wasn't (Y/n) who burnt the rice, Father." Senjuro said with humor as his father's eyes narrowed slightly in a silent question because it's been years since Senjuro burnt rice.

"I was the one who burnt the rice." Kyojuro spoke up after a moment of silence, the tips of his ears turning red, and embarrassment radiated off of him, despite his owlish features being pulled in a large smile.

"I'm going to show him how to properly make rice tomorrow, but for today, Muso soup and some salmon with veggies will have to suffice." If Kyojuro hasn't been looking, he would have missed your humored expression as you put a bowl of soup in each person's spot. In that moment, his features relaxed into a calmer, pleasant smile.

You all sat down and gave thanks before starting to feast on the meal. Kyojuro and Senjuro imminently began to dig in, but you noticed Shinjuro hadn't started eating yet, seemingly too occupied with his reading.

"Rengoku-Sama." You said expectantly after a few moments of him not making any moves to put the book down. The man in question looked up, giving you a questioning look when you hadn't continued speaking after saying his name.

"What is it?" You gestured to the book with a blank expression.

"It's not proper to read at the table, Sir." You said simply, no accusatory tone in your voice, but making it clear you wanted him to put the book down.

"Fine, I guess I can get to the damn thing later." The man grumbled before begrudgingly placing the book by his side.

It was at that moment that Kyojuro noticed his father was clean shaven that day, and if his temper (or lack thereof) meant he hadn't hit the sake yet, or at least not enough to inebriate him to the usual degree.

"You look well, Father." Kyojuro decided to voice his thoughts, he hoped that this wouldn't be a one-time thing. His father only responded with a grunt of acknowledgment. Still, this pleased Kyojuro, who was used to not getting a response at all from the older male most of the time.

"When did you come in from your mission?" Shinjuro asked, smoothly changing the subject as he started to eat his food.

"Late last night, the mission itself went smoothly, I decided to come home instead of staying at the local inn." Kyojuro looked up at the male not having had expected that question but responded as he continued to eat.

"How about the trip back? You must not have gotten much rest if you came back immediately." You watched as Senjuro's brows pulled together in worry the moment the question left his lips. You couldn't help but wonder how would Kyojuro respond?

"The journey back went smoothly until a third of the way back. As you said, I hadn't gotten much sleep, so a demon was able to catch me off guard, embarrassingly enough. Though, it was quickly dispatched after its first attack." Kyojuro made sure to stress the last bit as too, as to not worry Senjuro further.

"So you were injured?" The boy frowned seemingly not reassured. You decided to save poor Kyojuro in that moment and redirect Senjuro's attention.

"Yes, he was, but don't worry, we got him fixed up when he made it home." You softly squeezed the boy's shoulder, which seemed to finally ease his worries.

"Next time, just go to a damn inn boy." The oldest Rengoku spoke up suddenly, in the same gruff tone his voice always seemed to carry, but the look in his eyes had shifted to something unfamiliar. He almost seemed... worried? It didn't seem the boys could see this as they turned their attention to him, not that you could really blame them with how he was glaring.

"I believe what your father is trying to say is we'd all prefer it if you wouldn't put yourself at risk, and that if you're tired, you'll go to an inn, instead of racing back home." You then let out a small sigh before looking at him voice softening, "Not that I minded patching you up, I understand such injuries come with your occupation, but I'd like you to avoid injuries if you can, it'd put mine and everyone's else's minds to ease." Senjuro nodded firmly in agreement with your words, and Shinjuro only looked at his eldest son with an unreadable expression before focusing his attention on his food.

"I'm sorry if I worried you, but I'll be sure to keep your words in mind in the future. Thank you!" Kyojuro gave you a genuine smile before he seemed to revert back to his boisterous and energetic self.

The rest of breakfast went without a hitch, most of the talking being done by the two brothers, with you contributing to the conversation when you saw fit, and their father remaining silent.

"So, you took (Y/n) to the market? Did you do anything else?" Kyojuro inquired curiously after Senjuro told him about you going to buy ingredients.

"Oh, we saw Toshi-San! She seemed well. " Senjuro mused as he set down his chopsticks once he finished his meal.

"That's good to hear! She's been running that stand of hers since before I was your age! I actually don't remember when she first moved here. It's been that long!" Kyojuro looked up as he scratched his chin in thought. He knew the old woman had moved here at some point when he was a young boy, but he had no clue when. Though he was aware she knew his mother to a certain extent as he remembered visiting the old womans stand and even her home as a young child.

"She was a matchmaker before she was a vender." Shinjuro said simply with a shrugged as he took a slow sip of his tea.

Senjuro's head cocked at his father's words, "She'd mentioned that before, I think she's from Tokyo? That's where she worked before moving here." Shinjuro only shook his head, and the boys looked at him with silent questioning gazes.

"No, before she left for the city, she was a matchmaker here originally..." Shinjuro's voice drifted off and he was seemingly lost in thought.

"When did she leave for the city?" You spoke after a few moments of silence. Truly curious to learn more about the energetic woman.

"Twenty years ago, maybe more? Her husband passed away, and she moved to the city with her boy. She came back when Kyojuro was, maybe seven- Why does it matter?" When the man gave the three of you an irritated scowl, you knew it was time to switch the subject, and it seemed Kyojuro did as well.

"No particular reason, Father." Kyojuro's eyes then met yours, and his face lit up as if he'd thought of the most brilliant idea, "Say (Y/n), why don't we go to the market today? Senjuro mentioned while we were cooking you wanted to make a cake. While we're there, you guys can get the ingredients you need! We also need a few odds and inns, since it's been a week since you last went to town!" His eager voice bounced off of the walls of the dining room and it almost seemed as if his hair was blowing in the wind despite no draft being present in the room.

You felt a little skeptical about letting him go out so soon after being injured, but almost as if he read your thoughts, he quickly reasured, "I assure you (y/n). I wouldn't propose going out if I didn't think I'd be up to it!" This seemed to satisfy you and you nodded in reply.

"Alright then, we can go a bit after lunch."

"It's so beautiful out, especially with the leaves starting to change color." Senjuro comments with a content smile as the three of you took in the atmosphere the trees that dotted the area provided.

You hum in agreement before turning to the boy, who was walking by your side, "It truly is, Autumn is one of my favorite seasons for that reason."

"Yes, I can agree. The cool weather Autumn also brings makes it far more comfortable to work as a slayer compared to summer!" Kyojuro nodded as he joined in on the light-hearted conversation.

"I'm sure it does. Those uniforms don't look like they'd be all that comfortable to work in, especially in the heat." You look up in thought, thinking about the long sleeves and pants of the uniform and how sticky with sweat they must get after each mission.

"They're fine most of the time but can be uncomfortable in the heat, but the fabric is strong and helps combat some injuries so it's a small price to pay!" His voice boomed, scaring some birds out of a nearby tree, but not catching you or Senjuro off guard.

"That reminds me, how did your mission go, big brother?" Senjuro perked up as he awaited his elder brothers answer eagerly.

"The mission went well! The demon was quite elusive, but I was able to defeat it with minimal casualties." Senjuro, in that moment, looked to his older brother as if he'd hung the Stars and spoke with a gleam in his wide eyes,

"I wish I was strong like you, Kyojuro!" His comment wouldn't have caught you off guard if it didn't seem to have a hidden meaning making you frown.

"Why, do you think you aren't strong, Senjuro?" You quickly wiped the small frown off of your face as he turned to look at you as to not give him the wrong impression.

"I'm weak... No matter how hard I train, I can't perform flame breathing properly." Senjuro looked down in shame and humiliation.

You and Kyojuro both felt your hearts constrict to an unpleasant degree, and right when Kyojuro was about to reach out to comfort his younger brother, he realized you'd beaten him to it. You'd already had grabbed the youngest Rengoku by both his shoulders, "Senjuro, look at me." You gently grabbed the young boys chin making him look into your firm unwavering gaze, "You must understand that without failure, success has no true meaning. Just because flame breathing doesn't come easy doesn't make you weak. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses; yours may lay somewhere else."

The boy looked up at you with watery eyes before letting out a ragged breath and asking, "What is my strength (y/n)?" Clearly this had been weighing on the poor child's mind for quite a while.

"I don't know, that's for you to learn with time Senjuro, but never let anyone tell you, you can't do something. It's never over until you say it is." The boy quickly sprung forward after you finished your speech. His arms circled your waste in a deathly tight grip. You hesitated for a brief moment before settling on hand on his golden locks and another on his back in a comforting manner. It wasn't that you were uncomfortable with the boys' sudden affection, just unsure of how to respond.

"Okay... I promise." He mumbled into the soft fabric of your kimono.

Kyojuro stood stuck in place. He felt as if a freezing bucket of water had been poured over him as he watched the two of you . In that moment, despite the fact you looked nothing alike. The two of you reminded him so vividly of his departed mother and himself as a young lad; your calm but firm expression, the way your hand softly caressed Senjuros hair in a comforting manor, and most importantly the wisdom your words held. The way you treated Senjuro also reminded him of the kindness she held, a kindness he'd never thought he'd see in another human being... He almost felt as if he was looking back in time.

"Kyojuro, are you alright?" Your calm tone paired with your slightly furrowed brows pulled Kyojuro out of his reminiscent thoughts.

"Ah, y-yes (y/n)! Why wouldn't I be?" Kyojuro quickly smiles, erasing the surprised expression on his face in an instant. As he looks at the both of you. He noted that it appeared that Senjuros' tears had dried, and the boy seemed at ease.

" I just thought I would ask. You seemed lost in thought." You took a small step towards the male though you maintained a reasonable distance, as you did want to offend the Hashira. This proved to be an unnecessary worry as Kyojuro took a step forward narrowing the space between the two of you before gently taking your smaller hand in his own with a slight squeeze, "Don't worry about me, I was remembering a fond memory." He gave you a small smile, and at that moment, there was a sense of calm and understanding surrounding the both of you.

"That's relieving to hear. Perhaps you would be willing to share this memory with me sometime over tea?" You politely suggested before your eyes narrowed on a piece of lint, which you quickly flicked off his broad shoulders.

"I would like that! Would you be willing to make that tea you made when you first arrived?" The flame locked man bent his head slightly to the side, catching you gaze once more.

"Yea... whatever you'd like." Despite your calm expression, a blush had spread across your face, and your heartbeat had begun to rapidly increase

The rest of the walk to the was uneventful, and once you arrived to the market, Senjuro decided to split off from you and Kyojuro. He reasoned that you'd be able to get the things you needed faster this way (not that you were in a rush in the first place),and walked off before you could question him further, leaving you and Kyojuro alone to set off in your search for the things on your part of the list.

"Uh Kyojuro, did you hear that?" You looked around the busy marketplace wondering if you had finally gone mad or if you actualy had heard someone had call your name.

"I didn't hear anything (Y/n)!" Kyojuro says while sporting his usual mile, making you sweat drop slightly. There was no way someone hadn't called your name, right?

"Are you su-"? Your question was cut off by the sound of who you realized to be the woman you'd met the other day, "(L/n)-San, Rengoku-San! Over here!"

"Oh, I suppose you were right (Y/n)! Someone was indeed calling for us." The way Kyojuro laughed self-consciously caught you off guard. You'd taken him for a confident and boisterous man. Being embarrassed about burning rice was understandable but this?

"Yes, let's go greet her. She looks eager to speak with us." Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why was she looking at the both of you like that? As if you were an infamous pair out of an old epic.

"Rengoku-San, it's good to see you're back in town and showing (L/n)-San around, aye!" The older woman said with a slight teasing glint before continuing with, "You both look so well together! It reminds me of my days as a matchmaker. Seeing all the lovely young couples prepare for the rest of their lives, it was a truly wonderful thing!" The older woman gushed as she clapped her hands and looked between the two of you.

"Oh, uh - thank you, Toshi-San. How have you been?" Kyojuro answered slightly flustered, but still maintaining his polite demeanor.

"Oh, I've been well dear. Looking at you both remind me so much of Shinjuro and Ruka when they were your age!" The woman looked at you with a reminiscent gaze.

Kyojuro's eyes widen a fraction at this, and his eyebrows raised ever so slightly in interest. He hadn't realized that the woman had known his mother and father that long ago.

"So, when's the wedding?!" The artist grabbed both yours and Kyojuro's hands, practically vibrating you both with her excitement, as you just stood there in shock and Kyojuro with his never wavering grin.

"Mother, please stop harassing those two." An attractive man with tanned skin and slight stubble sighed as he entered the stall, setting down a large wooden crate with a grunt.

"Oh dear, I suppose I did get a bit carried away." The grey-haired woman blushed slightly and laughed releasing the two of you from her hold.

"It's alright, we haven't settled on a date yet, actually." You answer the woman's previous question politely with a raised hand.

"I was surprised when Mother told me about meeting your fiancé." The man, Toshi-San's son directed to Kyojuro as he began to stock the shelves.

"Only because we thought you were going to see the day you settled down Rengoku-san." Toshi-San added with a slight tease.

"You've always seemed married to your job, whatever that may be. What changed?" Toshi's son stood and flashed Kyojuro with a curious smile, which the man returned.

"I have always been dedicated to my job. And to answer your question... I suppose some things change, despite how much one might feel uneasy at the idea at first." Kyojuro caught your gaze for a split second before turning back to the man and laughing light heartedly, making your breath catch in your throat.

'What does he mean by that?'

And scene! Okay, we're getting somewhere now! If you've been paying attention, you might be able to peice together future plot points,or maybe I'm pulling your leg?🤔

This chapter took me a bit to write, as I've been quite busy lately, I'm not sure if I like how, it turned out, but it'll never be perfect. I actually originally wasn't going to have Toshi-Sans son make an appearance at all in the story, but I chose to include him because I was struggling with the conversation between you and Toshi-San, and his characters entrance redirected the conversation. Edited:8/7/23 (I like it much better now lol)

Taisho era secret

Kyojuro & Senjuro: Welcome everyone!

Senjuro: Today's Taisho era secret is about Toshi-San's son, Kentarō.

Kyojuro: I've known Kentarō since I was a young child, and in that time I've learned that while he is quite the artist, he refuses to pick up a paint brush!

Senjuro: But why?

Kyojuro: Well ladies would commission him and ask him to paint them like "French girls" Whatever that means!?

Author:*Whispers in Kyojuros ear

Kyojuro: Oh my! That is quite scandals! Well after time of one girl in particular kept asking he ended up snapping his brush in rage and vowed to never paint again.

Senjuro: Thats unfortunate but big brother, what did they mean by "French girls" is that some sort of western expression?

Kyojuro: Well, uuuuhhhh you see Senjuro-

Author: OKAY- WELL THAT WAS CHAPTER 5! SEE YOU NEXT TIME!

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