kyojoroo

[kyojoroo]

I love when people do like loser au!ellie or loser!nerd!ellie, did we play the same game...no need for an alternative universe...that bitch already a loser nerd.

she collects SUPERHERO CARDS at NINETEEN mid apocalypse. she reads comics. she's hyperfixated on space, and loves to draw. my baby girl is the nerdiest loser ever. I love her.

[kyojoroo]

[G] Gentle summer - Rengoku Kyojuro x GN!Reader - Part 3

[Contains spoilers from the movie, and the manga] [No pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone +18]

Words : 9 237

Archive of our own

Warnings : Blood / Injuries

Note : Here is the art that inspired one of the scene

--- Part 1 - Part 2 -

It is so humid, I thought. Not too cold, but not as warm as the night I just spent. I could feel a fresh breeze enter the room, but I only felt it graze parts of my body. My face was warm, so was my upper half, but my feet were freezing. Slowly gaining consciousness, I could feel the texture under my lower back was different from the one my feet were resting on. It was confusing, to say the least. Trying to think of what it was, I moved a hand and touched the ground- straw… straw? Tatami straws. I’m on the tatami? Where is my futon? My mind was too dazed to make connections.

When I opened my eyes, I was blinded by how bright the room was. Summer mornings always were the most beautiful things, if you ignored the brightness it brought upon arrival. When I sat up, something hit my lap, falling from my stomach. Startled, a mute gasp left my lips; It took me a few seconds to understand it was an arm that was attached to the person I seemed to have huddled close to, during the night. When I tried to speak, my voice got caught in my throat and only a sound escaped my lips.

Rubbing my eyes, I then looked over my shoulder. It was a relief to see the Fire Pillar had not ended up sleeping on his stomach, and from the drool on the corner of his mouth he seemed to have slept just fine. Looking a bit longer, I could see his kimono had slipped off his shoulder but also he was not wearing his haori. I was still surprised he managed to sleep in this attire, at all, but I was getting used to the surprises this man brought. His hair had left the braid during the night and seemed even messier than it usually was; Looking outside, I thought it may have been because of the mist that had set outside.

A faint drizzle had set on the land and seemed to have made the air more breathable, but with it came this feeling of stickiness the humidity brought. My eyes trailed back to the spread out form by my side, his free hand was resting on his stomach as the hair that had freed itself from the braid stuck to his face. Cute, I thought as I leaned in to brush the hair out of his face. When I did, his eyes suddenly opened wide, as they focused on my face, a smile spread on his lips. It took him half a second, if not less, to recognize it was me and to bring such a warm feeling in my chest from just a smile.

“Good morning,” When he spoke, it dawned on me that I had never really heard his drowsy voice; it lacked clarity from his usual loudness but perhaps was it because he was still laying down. “You’re looking,” he whispered, as if telling me a secret, chuckling shortly after. “I was not, your hair… I was going to get it out of your face, you are sweating quite a lot,” I laughed, pulling my hand back. Kyojuro was not having it and held my hand, bringing it back to his face, “Suit yourself, I am not about to refuse your hands on me,”

I could refuse, there was that possibility because I knew he was not going to get mad, there was no reason to, after all. Instead, I turned around fully, facing him, chuckling with a smile that turned into a confused expression when something fell from my shoulders. “What is-“ “My haori, it seems like this time you were the one who slithered out of your futon, I did not want you to catch a cold,” he explained, his large hand settling on my lower back as he pressed me closer. I stiffened at the sudden touch, and he stopped, instead brushing his thumb gently, whispering the tiniest “Sorry,” matching his tone, I whispered back “Just surprised, that is all…”

Reaching for his face, I avoided meeting his gaze and focused on the strands of hair. “It was not smart to sleep in your kimono, jinbeis are made for this,” I stated, brushing his hair back with my hand when he had let go. “Well, yes, but I couldn’t quite have covered you during the night if I had a jinbei now, could I?”

“You did not predict this, do not kid yourself,” I paused, also pausing my action as I looked at him, my head above his only slightly, “And I am sure you would have found a way, you are the Fire Pillar, after all, your body is hot all the time,” I joked, not moving. The longer this courting was going on, the more prone I was to get in situations where if I leaned in even just a bit, I could get a taste of his lips. And for a second, when his hands cradled my face, I thought I was.

With a smug smile on his lips, the golden man asked, “Are you saying I am hot?” His eyes darted to my lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, I was quick to look back up instead of letting my eyes wander off. “I meant, warm,” I breathed out, I did not realize how I sounded until I spoke. It was not as clearly spoken as it should have been, I was barely focused on his words. My mind was on the feeling of his hands against my skin, along the lingering feeling of when it touched my lower back. How long should courting be for it to be appropriate for me to cave in? This was too soon, surely… but his entire being was so enticing…

“Are you saying I’m not hot, then?” He asked jokingly, a thick brow risen on his beautiful face. My face flushed, of course I had not said that, how could he insinuate such things when all I have been thinking of is to push him on the ground and kiss him like there was no tomorrow? I did not want to wipe that smile off his face, I wanted to see it all of the time, every day, in the morning, in the afternoon, before going to sleep. But I couldn’t cave in. “No, I did not say that,” I chuckled.

Rengoku was startled when I placed both of my hands on either side of his head, it was a physical boundary to myself to not let myself lean in. His eyes glanced at my arms a moment, then a nervous chuckle escaped his lips, “I do enjoy where this is going, the closer you are to me, the happier it makes me,” I had to blink slowly to take in what he had said, my cheeks flaring up upon understanding. My mind was too clouded to be thinking anything at this moment; His hand sliding to the side of my neck, with his fingers behind my ear as his thumb brushed over my cheekbone, I felt him pulling me in gently.

My arm did not hold long, I leaned in gladly. How strong is a body with a weak mind? I thought, berating myself a moment for the little will I had. My heart was hammering against my chest, like a woodpecker. I would have swooned if I were not already kneeling when the man under me licked his lips, instead I felt a huge disappointment when instead of letting our lips meet, he turned only slightly so that his lips were right next to my ear, his breath caressing the shell of my ear, “I have yet to buy you flowers,” a surprised sound left my lips, I would even go as far as to say a whine but admitting so would be too shameful.

Rengoku then pressed his forehead against mine and smiled, almost painfully, “Proper courting takes time, we wouldn’t want to rush this,” I absolutely would, I thought, surprising myself. “And you are deserving of every second of it,” But what if we take too long and it’s too late, I asked to myself, not daring voicing my thoughts.

“Delaying what we both want gives me sights as this very one,” He chuckled, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks, one hand sliding down my jaw to touch my lips slowly. “And I dare say, I relish in seeing you looking at me like this,” His gentle smile turned into a smug one as he looked up, meeting my gaze once more, “Is my songbird mute?”

Getting a hold of myself after what almost happened, I leaned back and quickly turned around, ready to get my morning started. Ignoring his question, I found comfort in having my back facing him and asked, “Are you certain we have time?” I heard him laugh to himself. The rustle of fabrics followed as he sat up, then his hand was resting on my shoulder. I leaned my head forward, looking at my hands, “Good things come to those who wait, is it not how the proverb goes?” Kyojuro asked, the smile on his face could be heard in the way he spoke.

“Time is a hard concept to grasp in times like these, I do not want to regret anything,” A kiss was placed on the nape of my neck, I tensed up in surprised before relaxing when Rengoku rested his chin on my shoulder, “Until the festival,” It was almost pleading, but I heard it as a suggestion. “Let’s make it special. By then I will be in perfect shape to show you the best spots, and give you the tightest hugs, and so much more,” I couldn’t help but laugh softly upon hearing those words. He was planning on giving this courtship his everything, and while my biggest fear was rushing this, I also wanted to do so. I wanted him.

It felt like a dance, we were waltzing around each other, making the other want more. We both played the game and knew what we wanted but to each thing in life, there were rules. Taking time in a situation such as ours was one of those rules. “Very well, what is two more days? There is satisfaction in seeing your face every day, for now it will have to do,” I paused when he kissed my cheek happily, then stood up, carefully helping Rengoku’s chin off my shoulder and making my way to the door, “I will see you later, pretty boy,” I gave him a smile and saw his face lit up, mirroring me. His smile broadened, while mine turned into a short laugh when he said, “I’m a pretty boy?”

I did not have time to answer when the door I was about to open slid open. I was quick to turn around and face the person who had done just that, only to be met with the loudest of all the Pillars. It was hard to admit he was louder than Rengoku, but it was true. While the Fire Pillar was confident and kind, his loudness only shared positive emotions; However, the sound Pillar was loud for no reason, it was a lot about him and showing off. I got along a lot better with Gyomei than Uzui, but the latter was the one standing in front of me with a huge bag on his back. “You!” He said, grinning.

Then he squinted his eyes, “Wait, you? Innit Ren’s room?” his tone was confused; His eyes darted behind me and probably caught a glimpse of the disheveled look of the lion-like man. I thought so from the knowing smile that started spreading on his lips, “Oh I see what’s going on, that’s interesting… That’s,” He paused. Perhaps I should have felt intimidated by his towering figure, but I could not care less at this moment, the feeling of embarrassment was stronger than the one of intimidation. “A very, hot night, I see,'' the grey-haired man said. When I was about to deny it, Rengoku spoke.

“It was! I am very glad for the rain, come in, come in,” He added that I was about to leave and gestured for the Sound Pillar to get inside. He did not care much and pushed me aside without much force, his bag hitting the back of my head as he stepped inside the room. “You better tell me everything buddy, because that is a full-blown surprise- I mean sort of, I suppose we all had an idea…” His words faded away as I walked out and closed the door, as much as I was curious of what he was going to say, I also respected their privacy.

More and more Pillars were arriving at the mansion, which showed the importance of the fight to come. It was still a month away, if not more, but they were all coming back. Master Ubuyashiki must have had something in mind, but I was not aware of his plans. Bringing his strongest pawns in one place was a bold move, even if no one knew where they were. The advantage resided in our hiding place, we had yet to be found which I was not asking for, but if one information was leaked we could be undergoing an attack at any given time.

Trying to stop thinking about the worse outcome, I looked around, observing. Everyone acted their usual self, as if unaware of what was coming but we knew better, if you looked a bit longer, their gaze would sometimes focus on something. And they’d stare too long, thinking, considering, but they’d get a hold of themselves pretty quick, the mask coming right back. As I walked around the mansion, I heard commotion coming from the training room and sauntered closer. A loud conversation was happening inside, I heard the mention of the entertainment district where I knew Uzui’s wives were.

Thinking it was odd to talk about it to the recruits, I listened in, too curious this time to leave. Sending them undercover? I commented in my head, is this not too much for them? A hand on my shoulder made me move from the wall in surprise, I was caught red-handed. The humiliation did not stop there when I saw the two men I had just left alone, standing in front of me. “A curious cat, I see,” Uzui said from behind Kyojuro who had slid his hand over my arm but held me there, “You know, curiosity killed the cat- You shouldn’t listen in on conversations of others,” He added.

Clearing my throat, I was going to walk past them, my composure only faltered slightly but I still looked at him without fear, “They are still young, why are they going undercover in a district where we already have people? One of them barely realizes his breathing technique exists, they shouldn’t go there alone,” I was not deterred, neither was he. Rengoku let go of my hand, knowing this was not a moment for this. Uzui laughed, busting his chest as if to show off somehow. He looked at me with a smirk, “I am not the one making the calls,” He almost spat, “If you want to start a fight with someone, start it with Master Ubuyashiki, but I don’t have time to waste with you,”

Huffing a laugh, I stood aside, “A fight? I do not wish to waste my energy on you, either,” Before he could step inside, I added, “But if anything goes wrong, their lives will be on you,” I regretted saying so, he only huffed in response before interrupting the discussion going on inside. Rengoku closed the door and stood in front of me, frowning, “It is not his choice, blaming him will not help,” He said, his voice was strong but kind too, he was not berating him but I still felt bad for saying it to the Sound Pillar.

“I know…” I sighed. Looking at him, I noticed he was in his Pillar outfit, not his regular jinbei or kimono. “Why are you dressed like that? Are you perhaps joining the recruits at the entertainment district?” As much as I tried to hide the worry from my voice, I was certain he had heard it from how fast I had spurred those words. My pulse sped up at the thought of him back on the field; He was not ready to go back yet, he needed to rest more, to get back in shape. Some rehabilitation even, would be interesting- or maybe I was finding excuses, maybe I was trying to cover my fear with logical thoughts…

The man in front of me laughed loudly, his hands holding mine gently as he said in a jolly voice, “Well, I am convinced I could pull one of those very fancy attire they wear in pleasure houses.” He brought one of my hands to the back of his neck, I tangled my fingers through his hair as he pulled me closer, “What do you think?” The mood had drastically changed once I was against his chest. He then placed my other hand on his shoulder and rested both of his hands on my hips, “Do you think it would suit me?” His tone had dropped a few octaves.

This was a reoccurrence of this morning, but this time, while I would have loved to keep the conversation going, I met his gorgeous eyes and smirked. My hands both traveled to rest on his biceps as I looked at him with a certain pride, “Flowers. Bring me flowers, then we will have that conversation again. I do have a lot to say on the topic,” I added the latter part jokingly, even though I knew full well I would not be able to resist this man in whatever clothing he would wear.

His cheeks flushed pink before a nervous laugh reached my ears, then a clearing of a throat, “I will be bringing you flowers and much more,” He paused, looking behind me a moment then back at me, smiling, “Will you be joining me this afternoon? For training… I have not been very useful yesterday and apologize for it, but I will gladly offer my help once more today. Will you accept?” I had to hold back from enthusiastically agreeing, there was no way I would refuse spending time with him and it made my heart flutter that he still asked if it bothered me.

Smiling mischievously, I reached out to shake his hand, “I accept your offer,” quirking a brow I added, “I hope the rain does not bother you, the weather will not stop me from training outside,” I stated. It was his time to smirk as he pulled me closer by our clasped hands, his lips hovered next to my ear as he whispered, “I am sure you have seen me train through storms and heat, a weather such as this one will not be a problem,” he quickly pulled away, pressing a kiss on my cheek before grinning, “I will see you then,” This time he caressed my cheek on the way out as he said Uzui’s name, gesturing for him to follow him.

Knowing another Pillar was around, I straightened my back and acted as if nothing happened. I was fully aware Rengoku was past the point of caring if everyone in the mansion knew, which I believe they did. He was growing bold, as if he had not been until now, I thought with a huff. But this kind of boldness meant displaying more affection in public, his determination turned more daring. I would not call it cocky, it did not suit the man, but he was sure satisfied to turn me into a puddle with the littlest show of affection.

The two men walked away, and I could hear Uzui comment on what happened, taunting as he suggested “At this point you should send a letter to everyone, you two are so obvious- wait is it even allowed? What did the Master say about it?” Rengoku seemed almost thrilled by the idea when he said it sounded great, then he laughed, “I have nothing to hide, why would I not show off…” Then the distance between us was too great, I could not hear anything else. It gave me time to compose myself.

Before leaving to see if anyone else had arrived at the mansion, I dusted nothing from my outfit. If I looked proper on the outside, they would not realize my mind was plagued with indecent thoughts and longing for Kyojuro. Since the man was not keen on intimacy, I could at least find comfort in the privacy of my mind; Although I felt the need to talk about the situation with someone, as much as I hated admitting it, I needed guidance. The festival was getting close, and I was still not sure I could promise I would not be biased once on the field if his life were on the line. I was aware I had to make my mind up by then, but I could not get one clear thought with how much the Fire Pillar’s smile was on my mind.

Sighing, I heard Sumi urgently talking to someone and hurried to her side in case she needed help only to find her with a hand on the Stone Pillar’s shoulder. I had to hold back a laugh as she tried to get him to stop crying, speaking reassuring words but not getting a response for the man. His hands were clasped in front of his face, his beads around his fingers like a vine, he was praying.

Calling the little girl’s name, she was startled to see me and walked up to me, a worried expression on her face. “I do not know what is wrong with him, I have never talked to this Pillar and- I said hi to him, and he started crying, did I do something wrong?” It was hard not to laugh at her distress, I supposed it was a weird predicament when you had never talked with him. Instead, I smiled as I placed a hand on her head, whispering back, “He is a very kind man, a very sensitive one too. I think he felt immense joy from seeing such a nice girl welcoming him, that is all. But you did nothing wrong, you can go, I have it from here,”

Sumi nodded and hurried off, telling me she’ll be bringing tea, almost tripping on the tatami on her way out. Once the door was closed, I walked to the center of the room where Gyomei was sitting and knelt in front of him, bringing my hands to clasp around his as I closed my eyes. Sharing his faith or not did not matter, he was always grateful when someone joined him in doing such things. We stood like this until he was done, we did not unclasp our hands, we both enjoyed the familiarity and found serenity when in one another’s company. The man smiled kindly, breathing out my name softly, “You are here too, it has been such a long time my friend,”

“It has indeed, how have you been?” I chuckled when he squeezed my hand reassuringly, “It is good to be back, I do not know for how long, but it brings back memories,” He hummed, his head dipping slightly as if deep in thought, then tears started streaming down his face again. His thunder-like voice resonated once more as he let go of my hands and was suddenly holding me with his hands on my biceps, “You are troubled, would you like to share what is weighing on your poor soul? I can sense it wavering, hesitation filling your being, you are doubtful,”

A nervous laugh escaped my lips as I helped his hands off me and placed them back on his lap, taking one of his in my hand. “I have barely spoken, and you already know, it is truly frightening how good you are at reading people,” the smallest chuckle escaped his lips, he did not say anything else and waited for me to explain what was going on. His thumb pressed gently on my wrist, he could not see me fidget or my expression’s change, but he could feel my pulse speed up. Normal people would have a hard time, but as a Pillar he everything was enhanced for him, I could never take any of them down.

“I have been courting Rengoku Kyojuro,” I stated. A faint smile made its way on the Stone Pillar, tears of joy coursing down his cheeks. “That is good, is it not? You do not have to feel embarrassed; I believe we have all been awaiting this,” he said, gently patting my thigh with his free hand, in a calming manner. For a second I wondered how long they had all been watching the Fire Pillar and I waltz around one another. None of them had ever said anything about it, at least not to me. “What is the problem, do you not love Rengoku?” That question struck a chord. Love was a big word, with a deep meaning to it. I had only been admiring the man from afar, most of the time, until recently. There was a better word to describe how I felt for the man,

“Longing,” I breathed, “I long for him, I wish to be with him. I do, but times are dire. What if something goes bad? I was told to put my slayer duty first, but…” I paused for a moment, thinking I might have been overthinking it. Gyomei is not one to judge, I reminded myself then continued without much hesitation, “If I see him fall during the battle… Gyomei, I do not know how I would react. I would like to think I will stay composed but-“ There was a knot in my throat, I had never voiced those insecurities out loud, with anyone, and it felt as relieving as it felt stressful. “He is like the sun, and I do not wish to spend the rest of my life in the darkness he’ll leave behind if he dies-“ I swore under my breath, taking a deep breath.

Exhaling slowly, I cleared my throat and got a hold of myself, “To avoid that, I should simply not keep this up. I should distance myself, I should stop everything, I should…” I whispered the last part, trying to convince myself. “But it feels so right to be around him,” I finally breathed, I was done ranting. The strong man in front of me scooted closer and wrapped his arms around me, my heart clenching at the warmth I felt in his caring embrace. “Your mind and your heart are in a disagreement,” He stated, his hand rubbing my back gently, comforting me in a brotherly way.

I let out a soft laugh, humming in agreement while tears of content rolled down my cheeks as the stress left my body. I hadn’t realized I had been thinking about it that much until I uncapped the lid, meaning until I talked about it. Spending days after days with the man was counterproductive to the idea I had of stepping away from him, because every minute spent with him made me like him even more. It made the decision harder to make, but Gyomei was a wise man, and I was sure he would help me clear my thoughts.

“Whatever happens out there, during the fight, you will make the decision you believe is just,” He started, his voice steady and strong. “But, uncertain times do not mean we should stop living, nor should we stop loving,” He continued, holding me tight, his huge hands never stopping rubbing my back. After a moment he pushed me away gently, holding my forearm to face me, “Because where there is love, there is peace. And the war that is raging in your heart can only be quelled by his devotion,” He reached out for my face, I helped his hand on my cheek where he wiped the tears away, a soft smile on his lips as tears streamed down his cheeks. “You are unsure if it will last, if you will both survive, and I am here to tell you that it does not matter. You must enjoy happiness as much as you can while you have it and remember that nothing is impossible for a willing heart.”

It took some time to take in his words, it was beautifully worded and made my heart soar, as I thanked him, we both stood up. I could not ignore the logical part of me that still thought it would be a good idea to leave everything and act as if nothing happened. There was no way I could ignore it, but my friend was right, and I had the right to be happy, no matter how short or long that happiness would last. If one of us died, we could describe our love as ephemeral and poets liked that.

After a few moments, we had both composed ourselves. I was the only one who laughed nervously as I stood up and extended a hand his way, “I probably look like a mess,” It was a rhetorical question, but as serious as Gyomei seemed, he had the soul of a jokester. “I would not know,” He replied, making me laugh as I helped him up, not that he needed it. “I missed you my friend, would you like to train with me? I would gladly welcome some distraction and practice,” I suggested happily.

His answer surprised me as he said, “We should practice your breathing, I sensed you before you even opened the door,” He said seriously, opening the door and leading the way to the dojo. Following his large steps, I put a hand on his shoulder, not to guide him but to keep up with his pace. “Why has no one ever mentioned it to me?” I asked in awe, “It has only recently come to my attention that I was bad at it, and it seems everyone knew!” I said, confused, questioning everything.

“We did not have time to spare, and you managed very well. However, we are going to face a greater enemy. Fixing your stealth should help you become a greater fighter,” I rolled my eyes playfully, “Know that I rolled my eyes, I am already a great fighter,” I said in a light tone. He huffed a laugh, agreeing. He added that I still lacked a lot of training and while he had the time, he would be helping me the best I can.

Tapping his arm with my finger, I said, “Do tell me, what else does everyone know that I am unaware of?” “If it is regarding the Fire Pillar-“ I cut him off, my cheeks heating up, “Not everything I talk about is about this man, my friend. Have some faith,” A semblant of composure dripped off my tongue, but he was right. I was curious about what they all saw that I did not. “You attract one another like a moth to the light, while you only talked about him off-handedly to keep it to yourself, he would often mention you. Yet, he would refuse our advice and do as he pleased, a lot of the other Pillars found it painful to see,” His explanation made me want to hide away in embarrassment. It was one thing to be oblivious to one’s actions and feelings, but it was something completely other when everyone else knew.

“I will admit it is embarrassing,” I said with a huff as we entered the dojo. Considering my attire, I went to the cabinet in the corner of the room and grabbed a jinbei. There was no need to be careful as I changed around the blind man, but I still warned him, “I am going to get changed, it will be impossible to do anything in a full kimono,” I stated. He still turned around, his back facing me.

As I got changed, I asked, “What do you think of the situation? Not as a monk, not as someone to give me guidance, but as a friend,” He hummed in response, dropping his haori on the ground and wrapping his beads around his neck to not lose them, “Seeing how your aura becomes erratic when you are in one another’s vicinity, I would say it is time you make a move,” Signaling him I was done, he turned around, we both walked to the center of the room.

“A move has been made, do not fret. We have even spent a few nights together,” While I paused, I saw Gyomei raise a brow, making me defend myself, “We slept, we simply slept,” no matter how much I wanted for more, I thought to myself. I surprised myself when the thought crossed my mind but ignored it as I continued, “We are also going to the festival in a few days, you are welcome, along with the others, if you’d like. I am sure it would be fun,” His expression turned wary for a second before turning down my offer, saying he had to stay at the mansion to train the recruits. Telling him it sounded fun, we then started what we had come here to do and started working on my weakness.

It was fair to say that Gyomei had better teaching skills than the Fire Pillar, perhaps I was also to blame. When training with Rengoku, I would only be half-focused from how my mind would start thinking about him and his touches, while when with Gyomei I would be fully focused on his words and instructions. I would dare say that I had made great improvement after the first hour, enough that he suggested we put it in practice.

Soon enough, it turned into a hide and seek. Doing it in the mansion would have been too risky, since there was a difference from any normal hide and seek. If he found me, I would have to avoid the hits of his weapon. If I could not avoid it, fight in return or run fast enough to find a new hiding spot, if one could call it as such. So, we moved to the forest nearby. This exercise made me work on keeping my breathing steady enough to hide my presence, but also fight. It is true that, when I woke up in the morning, I did not think I would be training so intensively; I did not mind, however. On the contrary, it was an opportunity to get better, and I was going to use it to the best of my ability.

We kept this up for a few hours, the only words exchanged was feedback, if one could call them that. Such things as, “Too slow,” or “You are not hiding,” or directions, he knew exactly where I was. But around the end of our training, while I was very fatigued and Gyomei seemed perfectly fine, I finally got a hang of the technique. My heart swelled with pride when I heard the Stone Pillar drop his weapon on the ground with a thud, “Either you have passed out, or you have mastered the breathing,” He called from the center of the forest.

We were both drenched from the rain that had not stopped, it was helpful too with the sound of the rain to hide my movement. Perhaps was I too cocky when I acted and jumped from my spot to get a hit at the Pillar. In one swift movement, he turned around and placed his hand on my back, pushing me to the ground. It reminded me of when he had trained me when I had just joined the corps, it felt nostalgic and painful at the same time. I did not have much time to reminisce about the old times that the tall man helped me to my feet, “You must keep the breathing when you are attacking by surprise, or you will get caught,” He said sternly.

With a breathy voice, I huffed, “Excitement got the best of me,” I then waited for him to get his weapon from the ground before adding, “I would not have minded if you had gone a bit gentler on this last lesson. I still have to train with Kyojuro,” Just like with the Insect Pillar, I received a short chuckle upon calling him with such familiarity. In response, I nudged the strong man playfully, “I also call you by your first name, there is no need to mock me,” when I said so, I felt a bit dizzy but got hold of myself. It came with accidentally skipping breakfast, and I was going to fix that once back home.

“My friend, have you not realized he has been there the entire time? We have gotten carried away and have been training for a few hours now. I must praise your stamina, but comment on your lack of time perspective,” A mix of laughter and surprise escaped my lips, it was in no way close to charming. It took me some time to take in what he had said and looked at him in confusion, “Where is he? I do not see him anywhere-“ “On your left, in the trees,”

Following his directions, I only caught a glimpse of his golden mane before it disappeared. I kept walking, looking up in the trees to find him again and was startled when I heard his voice right next to me, his hand on my shoulder, “You have improved greatly, it was very captivating to observe!” He told me in his joyous tone. Not nearly as captivating as you are, I thought. At this very moment with his hair soaked, it was not defying gravity, it was different than usual, but it suited him oh so well. I was brought to reality by Gyomei’s voice telling me I was daydreaming. My reaction was to give him a half-joking look, saying I was not, before looking back at the Fire Pillar.

“Gyomei is a great teacher, indeed. I apologize for not seeing time fly. I do not know what time it is, but we could still-“ “No need! You are exhausted, you should rest, and you could also use a bath,” He teased, making my cheeks burn up in embarrassment. Furrowing my brows, I countered, “So could you, you smell like a wet dog,” His eyes widened, then the smile on his face did so too. “Then we should bathe together-“ Before he could finish his sentence, Gyomei pulled him towards him and said that I deserved to bathe and relax alone after all the efforts I put into training. He even added that they’d bathe together instead and have a talk.

As they started chatting, I bid them goodbye and told them I would go ahead. But before leaving, I glanced at Rengoku, “Shall we dine together tonight?” I did not miss the dip of my friend’s head as he smiled to himself, tears streaming down his face alongside the rain. Oh, he was filled with joy in seeing what was happening before his eyes, I could see it. “If you’d allow it, I would like to dine with you every night! Tonight, tomorrow, and every day to come,” He replied with determination, his eyes bright and full of sincerity. I was overwhelmed by how sweet it was. I could only nod in response.

“I will see you tonight,” Glancing at Gyomei, I asked if he would like to join us only to have him turn down the offer, but thanking me, nonetheless. With a curt bow, I bid them goodbye once again and hurried inside. It was easy to ignore the rain when I was on the move, careful not to slip with adrenaline running through my body. But once I stood put, the coldness seeped into my bones, the wind could be felt, and my damp clothes stuck to my body like a second skin. It felt uncomfortable with each step I took. I was very glad to get rid of all my clothes once I arrived at the bathroom and slid behind the wooden screen.

Naho told me she had left everything I needed on the stool, then bowed and left. I barely had time to thank her that she had slid the door shut and disappeared. With a content sigh, I let myself enjoy the warm feeling of the condensation that filled the room and wrapped around my form, effectively warming up my body. I did not waste time in slithering inside the burning water, it felt scorching hot on my feet, but I bore through the pain and let myself be submerged so that only my head was out of the water.

The comforting feeling of the water surrounding my body made my already fatigued body even more so; I could feel my head fall back against the bath, and as hard as I tried to keep it up, I let it rest against the edge and dozed off. Dreaming did not happen, no. I was deep in thought, thinking of what to do next with the Fire Pillar. My decision was made, I was not going to back down from whatever we had going on, and while I still had doubts concerning the long-term of what we had started, I wanted him. In my mind, I could imagine us, together, closer than what we have been until now. The tension of courtship is gone, and we are sitting next to one another, holding hands. Maybe he is telling me more about his brother, maybe he’s considering introducing me to his father.

It brought a smile to my face, albeit a sleepy one. I was too tired to feel embarrassed at liking the idea of being introduced to his family. After all, if we both survive, it is bound to happen… If we both survive that is. I shook my head and started thinking about completely different things to avoid the gloomy feeling that was settling in my heart.

I do not know how long I stayed there, half-conscious and sore, but I know that upon waking up in startlement, I had dozed off too long. “Is everything alright?” I heard Aoi’s voice behind the shoji door. “Everything is good, would you mind giving me a few minutes to get dressed?” She told me to take my time, her shadow escaping as she left. My face was burning, and I could not handle it any longer, I had to get out. It required a lot of motivation, but I was quick to get cleaned up and to get out.

With how cold it had gotten outside, I kept my towel wrapped around my form while I got dressed and exhaled loudly when I felt the comfortable fabric of the kimono against my skin. While I did miss my close friend, someone I could almost call a brother, I did notmiss how exhausted I felt after any training session done with him. Gyomei was a great teacher, a great instructor, and did not plan on going easy on anyone when getting them to improve. I was reminded of that when I opened the door and felt my back hurt as I raised my arm. Slipping on my geta, I put the cleaning necessities back where they belonged and made my way to my room.

I kept walking but had to correct my own thought, it was not my room. By far. It belonged to someone else, I had my own. Still, I did enjoy sharing it with him, it was more reassuring to sleep by his side. To wake up by it, too. I longed for a morning where I would linger in his embrace and would not feel the need to pull away in fear of getting caught too close to him, where I would huddle closer to his warmth and let my hand wander to his and hold it, our fingers intertwined. I had to force the smile off my face to compose myself as I entered his room, forgetting to knock.

What welcomed me was a sneeze and a scarred bare back as the man was getting dressed. I quickly averted my gaze and said, “You are a fool for getting a cold at a time like this,” I heard him hum curiously, his weight making the tatami creak as he moved, “You should not have gone under the rain,” I continued, my hand still covering my eyes. Secretly, I was still grateful Gyomei had not told me Rengoku was there until the end of training, I knew I would have been thrown off and for some reason I would have tried to impress him. I was also happy he had joined, but I was annoyed he did not stay inside, “Do not come to me, complaining when you will be bed-ridden again for having caught a simple cold,”

A silent gasp escaped my lips when a warm hand moved mine from my face, uncovering my eyes and allowing me to meet those bright fiery orbs that looked at me, unblinking and bright. “I am not sick, it was dust,” He stated with a huge smile as he led me to the food, his hand holding mine tight. Huffing, a small smile adorning my face, I said, “What I have said still stands, you have to be careful. How is your wound?” When I reached to touch his stomach, stopped myself and apologized, it made him chuckle softly.

“It is alright, it’s not pretty but Shinobu said I could take off the bandage to let it breathe. It will leave an ugly scar, too,” He explained with a small smile as we sat down, his red kimono made him look even more handsome than usual. I only now noticed his hair was still wet from his bath, and found some appeal in seeing him like this, kimono half open and hair loose. “A scar is not ugly; It is just healed skin. It shows you have survived something great, if anything it makes you more unique. But never ugly,” I told him seriously before wincing as I sat down in front of him.

When I did not receive an answer from the man, I looked up and saw an expression I had never seen on his face yet. Something close to fascination and awe, mixed with such a loving gaze I felt my heart sped up, “What is on your mind?” I asked with a nervous chuckle, “You. Just you, you are so beautiful, so kind-“ “I was only stating a fact, do not flatter yourself,” I paused, seeing his taken aback expression, and with flaming cheeks, I continued. I do not know what pushed me to say those things, but I did, “If I wanted to flatter you, I would have said that nothing could make you ugly,” I met his gaze and let a smile make its way to my lips, curling into a smug expression,

“I would have said that you looked sinful like this, your hair down and loose in the warm candlelight make you look almost God-like,” I paused again, taking a calm breath to keep my tone even, “A God I would fight for, a God I would kneel for… A God I would worship,” There was a silence once I finished, the expression on Kyojuro’s face was unreadable. The air was heavy from the incoming storm, but I would also put the blame on the words I had spoken; The mood had turned someway, that I could only gauge once the golden-haired man had spoken. “That is what I would have said, if I wanted to flatter you,” I took a portion of food and added, “Which I did not,”

A hand placed itself on my knee, holding me gently. “You have a way with words, I am almost tempted to cut the wait short,” He started, his tone low and almost sultry. Then his face lit up as he sat back, a hand on his knee and the other holding the chopsticks, “But I still have to bring you flowers, or else, I would have failed this courtship,” He chuckled and while his tone was as light as his words too, his gaze was nothing near those things. His half-lidded gaze was watchful and never leaving my form, even as he brought the food to his mouth.

“I am very fond of lavender,” I stated between bites, with an energetic nod, the man said, “Duly noted! Are you knowledgeable in the language of flowers?” He asked with a sweet smile, there was a rice grain on his lips as he spoke. It made me want to lean in and kiss him gently, he licked it clean before I could even entertain the thought. Getting myself together, I shook my head. With a joking tone, I said, “I did not think flowers could speak, tell me more about it,”

The Fire Pillar burst out laughing, almost falling back. I had to grab his hand to keep him balanced, feeling the soreness in my back when I did so and hissing as I pulled him back up. His attitude changed fast as he put his bowl down and held my hand with knotted brows, “Are you alright, songbird? I did not think myself that heavy,” He joked, earning a soft chuckle from me. Shaking my head, I told him I was alright, “I learned the rough way to not let pride take the better of me in a fight,” When the lion-like man looked at me in confusion, I cleared things up, “I took a hit while training, nothing grave,”

Placing his chopsticks down, he moved to sit next to me and asked me where the injury was. I gave him a short laugh, “It is on my back, it will get better in a few days. Need I remind you that you are the one wounded, here?” I breathed jokingly. The beautiful man went to grab something from his cabinet and knelt behind me, “The difference being that I take care of myself, and you do not, but it’s okay! I will take care of you,” He said with assurance as he set his hands on my shoulders before leaning in close to my ear and asking, “Can I? I can also call someone else to do it, but you do not even know if what you have is grave or not, I think it is wise to take a look,”

Why would I refuse? The man had trusted me enough to take care of him and to treat him, never had he done anything to lose my trust, which made me nod in response. “Very well, let me,” I undid my kimono so that it fell enough to give him access to my back and leaned forward to hide the rest of myself. “Is it here?” He asked as he pressed a delicate finger in the center of my back, making me wince slightly as I told him yes.

“You have a huge bruise, and a few scratches,” His fingers grazed over my shoulder blades before trailing down my back and stopping. I held my breath, shivers running down my spine alongside his fingers, he paused again. “If it is just a bruise, there is nothing that needs to be done,” I said, wanting to get dressed again. I knew that if he continued his gentle caresses over my back, I would either fall asleep or do something we both wanted but kept delaying. “I can do two things,” He said in a joyous tone. “One,” he said before pressing a kiss on my bruise. His damp, cold, hair fell to my back for an instant, making me tense up in surprise.

Thinking he had done something wrong, Kyojuro apologized. “Your hair, it’s frozen… Your lips are not, I did not mind the lips,” I mumbled in the crook of my elbow, glad that he was not in front of me, glad that I could not see his pretty smile that turned me into a puddle. I heard him breathe happily, “I see,” before telling me in more of a warning tone, “Two, careful because this one is cold,” He then started spreading an ointment on my back, I hissed at how cold it was once more but stilled when his free hand held me in place by holding my hip, not saying anything.

I was aware he was taking longer than needed, he was being purposely slow, but I did not want to complain, I felt comfortable with his hand holding me while the other gently brushed over my back. I did not realize he had finished until he leaned over my shoulder as he draped my kimono back over my form and let his lips brush over the shell of my eear ever so lightly, “I am done. You see, I like to take good care of my followers… Keep them in shape,” I quickly straightened my back, wrapping my attire properly as I gave him a half-surprised, half-satisfied expression. “I would not want them to fall to their knees during battle, no,” He paused and went back to his spot in front of me before smiling, “Never during a battle,”

With how he was acting, I was not sure he meant what I thought he did. Is he implying it would be okay to kneel… here? I asked myself without hoping for an answer. We then both hummed at the same time to defuse the tension lightly, laughing at the odds of doing so. With a more bashful attitude, the blond gestured for us to finish eating, which we did without any mention of what had happened. No mention of the innuendos, nor the touches, nor the growing want that was doing everything but waning. Only normal and enjoyable conversation.

We slid to our futons right before the storm started, “Can I pull your futon closer?” He quickly corrected himself, “No, let me rephrase that… Can you come closer to me? If you would allow it, we could-“ His voice faltered when lightning struck outside. His sheepishness could be heard even with his voice clear and loud as he spoke, “I do not do well with thunderstorms and would be grateful if you could sing for me,”

Already half-asleep, I hummed thoughtfully before lifting myself on an elbow and looking at him tiredly. “I am exhausted, Kyo, but-“ I reached out for his futon and slid it closer to mine, earning a surprised gasp from the man. When he was in my reach, I smiled, “There,” Then I intertwined my fingers with his and brought his knuckles to my lips, placing a tender kiss on it before resting our hands on my chest. “Good night,” I mumbled.

Still slightly conscious, I felt him huddle closer as he rested his head next to my shoulder, wishing me sweet dreams.

[To be continued]

[kyojoroo]

😳😳😳😳

Didn't know there was National P eating Day lol. Mmmmm....how about adding Obanai or Kyojuro or maybe Giyuu to the mix 💦?

me neither till someone told me lol

NSFW WARNING || 18+

kyojuro :

is really enthusiastic about eating pussy -it's one of his favorite things to do with you

slurps you louder than how he slurps his noodles, they say the louder you slurp the more delicious you find your food and it's like compliment to the chef, so he likes to make it known that he loves the way you taste

he really likes to bury his face in there, it doesn't bother him at all if his face is covered in your essence, it just means that there's more for him to eat

by the end of the night you've orgasmed so many times that your cum is splattered all over his face and chest, dribbling down his chin to his pecks

obanai :

can't tell me his tongue doesn't move like a snake, the way it slithers inside of you -you can't even comprehend how his tongue is able to reach so deep inside of you, the way his tongue curls has you thrashing against the bed -creaming all over his face

he prefers to eat you out with you on your back, his reasoning is so that he has more control when his tongue is delving deep inside of your pussy

out of everyone i think he's the master at eating pussy, his tongue is like no other

giyuu:

honestly think his movements are pretty hesitant at first, imo he's prob one of the ones with the least experience since he distanced himself from others a lot

he's unsure of what he's supposed to do and how he's supposed to make you feel good so you probably have to guide him , but that's hot in its own way

telling someone how to eat your pussy out as they're doing it, telling them how they should use their tongue as it shyly laps at your entrance -it's both thrilling and enticing, since you never know how he's going to move

this prob leads to a lot of edging since his movements are so hesitant, it's not on purpose tho; he just gets really mesmerized by the way you throw your head back and the way your back arches that he stops his ministrations on your cunt, completely forgetting the fact that he was eating you out

[kyojoroo]

Jealous! Kyojuro x reader!!

Had to ask this, I love your writing way too much and I'm looking to forward on how you write it!💘

(do I need to specify more?)

(hi hun! you don't need to specify more, don't worry! i only encourage being more specific so i can give you lovelies exactly what you want, and the more details, the better! but short and sweet is good also, as long as you don't mind me taking creative liberties, haha :D i hope this is alright! thank you so much for your request! ❤️)

jealous!kyojuro x reader

he doesn't realize he's jealous, not at first. he's never been a jealous person at all, and he was always happy when the people he cared about got along with each other. he does, however, consider himself protective, and that's what he thought he was when he first felt that pang in his chest after he saw you talking to uzui, smiling and laughing away.

of course, he was glad to see you laughing! he knows he’s not a funny person, he doesn’t understand jokes at all, nor does he make any himself. he was just... concerned about you. uzui was his friend, and so were you, and he knew how overwhelming uzui could be at times if you weren’t prepared for his flamboyance.

yeah, he was just concerned. he wasn’t wishing that he could make you laugh like that. and if he was, it was only because he wanted to make you happy!

nothing else.

so when he gets that same gross feeling when he sees you talking casually to sanemi after a pillar meeting - sanemi, of all pillars - he does his very best to ignore it because he’s not jealous and he’s truly glad for you two! he just maybe, sorta wishes he were a part of the conversation, too. you, him, and sanemi. 

without the sanemi part, preferably.

then sanemi wraps an arm around your neck and scrubs his knuckles against your head, making you squirm and sputter out protests through your giggles, and. okay.

maybe he’s a little jealous.

sanemi spots kyojuro over your head, and he must say something about it because when he lets you go you turn around and see him, too. you smile, raising a hand to wave, and he returns the gesture with more enthusiasm than necessary. then you wave for him to come closer, and, well, it’s not like he can not listen to you, so he hurries over and keeps the smile plastered on his face.

“fancy seeing you two here!” he says, staring directly at sanemi. “i wasn’t aware you talked!” 

“well, yeah, we do missions together,” you say. kyojuro raises his brows, still not looking at you. 

“really!” he exclaims. “i didn’t know this!” sanemi’s eyes narrow as he shifts into a slightly defensive stance, refusing to break the staring contest kyojuro seems to have drawn him into. normally, the flame pillar is much more adverse to eye contact, and the sudden intensity unnerves him. especially paired with that big, blank grin that feels like a threat.

“our regions are right next to each other,” he explains tersely, trying to figure out why kyojuro seems to be so off. “our missions overlap a lot, so we help each other out sometimes.”

“really!” kyojuro says again, louder than before. “how very interesting!” you can believe he sounds sincere, but sanemi has known him longer, knows better, and he scoffs as he folds his arms.

“what’s your damn problem?” he demands, stepping into kyojuro’s space. kyojuro blinks up at him, not moving away even when their noses nearly touch.

“problem? what problem? i don’t have one!” and it would be convincing, too, if he hadn’t glanced over at you, only to realize you were staring at him with open concern. his attention snapped back quick, his cheeks turning pink.

say what you’d like about his temper, but sanemi shinazugawa is not stupid.

“yeah, sure you don’t,” he growls, but he can hardly bring himself to really be annoyed. 

“i don’t!” rengoku insists with a wide, bright smile. sanemi gives kyojuro’s shoulder a punch that’s a touch too aggressive to be friendly, then gives you a much more civil nod as kyojuro rubs his arm. 

“i’ve got things to do, anyway, so i’ll see you bastards later.”

“aw,” you say with a pout. “see you later, sanemi! stay safe!” he pats you on the head as you walk past, making you smile and playfully shove his hand away. you don’t notice how kyojuro watches your interaction with sharp eyes, pressing his lips into a thin line. he’s jealous, alright.

and you’re not stupid, either.

“alright,” you say once sanemi is out of sight, “what was that about?”

“what was what about?” kyojuro looks in your general direction, eyes big and innocent. you sigh, propping a hand on your hip and frowning at him. 

“that. between you and sanemi. i thought you were actually gonna throw down for a second there. so, what happened? did you two have a fight?” he’s nervous, now, gaze skittering all around your face but never settling.

“of course we didn’t,” he says. “if he’s upset with me, he attacks me until he gets bored and goes home!” which is true. you know it’s true because you’ve seen it happen. you’ve even stepped between them on occasion when you think it might be going too far.

“okay,” you say slowly. “so if you didn’t fight, what was it? i was sensing a lot of tension there.”

“i couldn’t tell you!” kyojuro crosses his arms. you continue to stare at him without a word, replaying the situation over in your head while he sweats. and before long, it hits you.

“you were jealous.” the way his eyes snap to yours far too quickly tells you everything you need to know. his mouth opens. then it closes again, and you raise an eyebrow, more amused than anything else. kyojuro never struck you as a jealous friend, but after practically chasing sanemi away from you, he proved that assumption wrong. honestly? it’s cute, if a little inconvenient to your social life.

“i... may have thought that i wanted to be talking to you instead,” kyojuro admits, very slowly, like the words cause him physical pain. “and maybe i was thinking that i want to make you laugh the way uzui can, or the way sanemi does. maybe i just want your attention sometimes, but you’re talking to someone else and i don’t want to interrupt. maybe i...” he looks down, his face flushing, and his voice gets so soft you have to lean closer. “...maybe i like you very, very much, and i want you to like me, too.”

your heart leaps.

“of course, i understand if you don’t feel the same!” he says loudly as he lifts his head again, throwing on false confidence the same way he throws on his haori every day. “the other pillars are all very amazing and likeable in their own ways, and i wouldn’t blame you if you happened to be interested in any of them instead! i only hope we can still be friends, and that you-!”

“you’re so stupid,” you interrupt, and he doesn’t have time to be offended before you move in and press your lips against his. 

it visibly takes him a moment to process, standing stiff and unresponsive, before he’s forcefully kissing you back, his hands rising to grip your forearms. you only pull back once your breath starts to run out, but he chases you, making you laugh as you turn your face away.

“kyo, come on, i need to breathe,” you say, and he retreats enough to give you the biggest, warmest grin in his arsenal, outshining even the sun. you breathlessly smile back, more than relieved that your feelings are mutual. you’re not sure how he didn’t notice you crushing on him pretty much since day one, but you’re here now, so you don’t particularly care anymore.

“you don’t need to make me laugh,” you tell him once you catch your breath, and his grin falters. “you don’t need to be like uzui or sanemi or shinobu or giyuu or anyone else. you don’t need to tell me weird stories or help me out on missions or hug me all the time to make me like you.”

“who hugs you all the time?”

“the point,” you emphasize, putting your hands on his cheeks and pulling him closer until your foreheads touch, “is that i like you the way you are. you’re sweet, you’re passionate, and you’re always so happy to see me that it makes my day. you’re likeable in your own way, kyojuro. and i just happen to like you more than everyone else.” his golden-red eyes are wide, so wide and shiny that you’re afraid he might cry. his hands come up to cover yours, gently holding them against his face. he whispers your name, and you kiss him one more time.

“so no more of this jealous stuff, okay?” you say, and he laughs, hiccuping and wet.

“i can’t make any promises!”

[kyojoroo]

HEY THERE NEW FRIEND, KYOJURO STANS ARE ALWAYS INSTANTLY MY FRIENDS I DON’T MAKE THE RULES

Ah ha…sorry. Got a little excited. 😅 Pls ignore if I am too obnoxious

WHY HENLO THERE FELLOW KYOJURO FRIEN/SIMP👁👁‼️‼️‼️💖💖💖💖💖 I SEE U HAVE GOOD TASTE 😏😏🤌🏻 AND IM LIKING THESE RULES,, BC LIKE,, INSTAMNT FRIENDSHIP?? HELL YES

And nooo pls don’t worry! I don’t think of u as obnoxious whatsoever!! My impression of u was someone who’s thoughtful and engaging- so no need to apologize love! 🥺

[kyojoroo]

IM CRYINGF??!?!!?!!???! THIS IS SO CUTEEE?????? MY HEART 😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

rengoku x confident!reader (who showers him in kisses)

(not requested by anyone, i just wanted to write a little something for myself! i’ve seen plenty of x readers where the reader is shy and hesitant and rengoku ends up confessing first, but since that just isn’t me, i decided to write my own! enjoy, lovelies!)

rengoku has liked you since he first met you. you’re straightforward and blunt - he likes that! he has a hard time grasping double meanings, so he appreciates that you don’t beat around the bush. as much as he enjoys talking to his fellow slayers, it can be exhausting trying to figure out exactly what he said that set sanemi off, or trying to decipher the strange poems gyomei seems to speak in. 

with you, it’s easy. refreshing. you don’t waste words. you don’t let time whittle away by talking pleasantries and nonsense. you say what needs to be said and nothing more or less. at the same time, whenever he talks, you listen like it’s the most important thing you’ve ever heard, unbothered by his volume or intensity.

not many people do that, and he treasures every moment with you.

Keep reading

[kyojoroo]

couldn’t choose. so here’s 9

[kyojoroo]

could I please request a scenario of kyojuros’ s/o feeling very tired and wanting to take nap on top of him

thank you in advance ! ! ! have a wonderful day / noon / night （づ￣3￣）づ╭❤～

Aw it’s no problem I love wholesome scenarios like these I hope you're doing good💞💓💕 idk cuddling while sleepy just hits different istg

"Like a lullaby to me" (Rengoku x Reader)

You had an irksomely long day and each footstep to your house seemed like an eternity. Lazily opening the front door, upon entering you see a familiar face, one you couldn’t wait to see all day. With a cup of tea in his hands he stood up to give you the warmest of hugs. Kyojuro’s face was as bright as ever despite experiencing a tiresome day himself, almost as if he could never run out of enthusiasm. How does he do it, you often wondered to yourself, thinking about every time he lightened up the mood on a rainy day, or made something delightful even brighter. Nuzzling your face into his strong chest, you let out a satisfied sigh.

“How was your day dear?” he spoke quietly, contrasting his natural loud volume before planting a few soft kisses on your head.

Much to his surprise he didn’t hear a response, and as his crimson eyes trailed to you he had noticed you were already dozing off. Letting out a small chuckle as to not disturb you, he carefully lifted you closer to him.

“Ah, so that’s how it was.”

Your eyes fluttered upon the slight movement and before grasping the fact you were being carried, a soft pillow found its way beneath your head. Feeling a shift beside you on the bed you were gently placed on, your eyes sluggishly opened only to see Kyojuro’s warm-hearted expression.

“I was waiting for you so we could nap together, and by the looks of it you could really use one,” he spoke softly with a gentle smile formed on his lips.

“Right as always,” you finally managed to let out a tired chuckle before placing your head again on his chest, breathing in his scent. With one hand gently running through your hair, he put the other around your waist, pulling you closer in his warm embrace. The steady sound of his heartbeat was like a lullaby, lulling you to sleep without much difficulty as you felt yourself drifting off already.

[kyojoroo]

SOOOOO CUTEEEEE AHHHHHHH

sfw head-canon

➥ cw || mentions of food (grocery store) & eating

when kyojurou and his s/o go grocery shopping, it’s an almost whole day ordeal.

they make sure to get there early in the morning so it’s not dark by the time they’ve finished.

this is due to kyojurou skimming through each and every isle with a fine tooth comb.

“WE CAN’T RISK MISSING SOMETHING WE DON’T HAVE AT HOME!” is his excuse.

but his s/o has the list of things they need in their hands so there are no excuses.

will grab random things off the shelf that neither of them have ever even heard off; his s/o has to secretly put things back at times.

if his s/o doesn’t drag him away quickly enough, the blonde will spend a full hour in the yam section, making sure each and everyone he gets is completely ripe.

or he’s just filling the cart, either or.

kyojurou also gets stuck at the bakery section, mainly the part with the free samples.

the main part that slows them down is the fact that he will savior the small amount of food, spending a whole 15 minutes eating one small sample with a toothpick.

“UMAI!”

he gets 20 of whatever he just tried, throughly overflowing the cart.

if his s/o dares to glance at something on the shelves for just a smidge longer than a second, he immediately puts it into the cart.

he’s just being a sweetheart and getting his s/o whatever he assumes their heart desires.

even if it’s a plunger with flying pig designs on it; they glanced at it therefore it must mean they want it. he won’t judge nor ask questions!

is the type of person to eat what is in their cart as they shop then pay for the empty wrapper later.

if prompted, he will climb into the cart and loudly exclaim where to go, looking to be a man on a mission as his s/o calmly pushes the cart.

bonus points if he gets to sit in the carts that look like cars with the steering wheels.

ah yes, nothing like a full grown 20 year old man in a seat way too small for him, making loud “vroom” sounds as he steers to which way to go.

totally normal, I assure you.

if his s/o got into the cart, kyojurou would be one of those people who would put one foot onto the bottom of the cart and push with the other food; speeding down the aisles with a hearty laugh as his poor s/o warns people to move out of the way.

they’re lucky if they don’t run into anything or break something.

they’re even luckier if they aren’t kicked out.

by the time his s/o and him are finished, they’d make their way out of the store with 2+ carts, praying to any and all gods above that everything would fit.

spoiler alert: it doesn’t.

> tags: @ln0suke @theother-victoria @king-tobiyolo @mi-ts @cherryatnight

[kyojoroo]

I LOVED THIS SMMMM YESSS *^* 💖💖💖💖💖💖

[♥] collegeau! to date or not to date {rengoku kyoujurou x reader}

Genre: Comedy, Slight Fluff, Slight Sensual Themes

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Renguko Kyoujorou/Reader

Word count: 2,791

a/n: continuation of unintentionally roomates which you can find here ,,requests are open

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It had been some weeks since she had gotten used to Kyoujurou being her roommate. So far neither of them had walked in on each other naked–yet. He was pretty tidy and would call her out in a teasingly kind of way that she’d sleep with her mouth wide open which made her pretty insecure, but he insisted it was “very cute.” Which didn’t make it any better. He could concur that it probably wasn’t a good idea to show her the picture he had taken of her (he actually would look at it when he was having a bad day or he just wanted a good laugh; he also nearly made it his homescreen but decided that was maybe a little too far).

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[kyojoroo]

ahhh ok Ik I’m back super soon but I saw the rengoku post with him shouting “BEAUTIFUL” like the way he says “UMAI” and I just would love to have a scenario with him doing that 🥺👉🏻👈🏻💕 in a modern au? thank you SO SO MUCH AGAIN 💓💓💓

AWEEE YOU GOT IT! :D also! Original idea belongs to @rem-goku

“TASTY! Wait...BEAUTIFUL!” Kyojuro x F!S/o modern day au/Actor au! (Sfw)

Authors note: this takes place in a world where Kyojuro was an actor in demon slayer!

Warnings: none!

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You looked to the mirror in front of you, fixing a few out of place strands of hair then reaching down to brush the few small wrinkles out of your outfit.

Tonight was the premiere The Demon Slayer movie. The Mugen train! And kyojuro was co-staring in the movie. You were more excited then you could explain. Your husband! In a movie! You were so proud of him and you knew he was extremely proud of this film as well.

Kyojuro is a passionate man, so when he told you that he would be co-staring in a movie that was part of the tv series he had been working on, you were so happy for him. And finally, after years in the making, the movie was complete.

You examined yourself one more time in the mirror and smiled as you turned to grab your purse. As you looked through the bag to make sure you had everything you heard footsteps approaching the room.

“Honey? The car is here..” Kyojuros voice faded as quickly as it broke through the silence of the room. You turned to face the doorway, a little concerned at kyojuros abrupt cutoff.

Once you faced him you were met with a very flustered Kyojuro who stood stiff as a board in the doorway. You raised your eyebrow and gently waved at him to see if that would earn a reaction.

“Kyo, Honey? You ok?” You asked after no response fell from the blondes lips. He continued to stare at you, still standing still in the doorway. You could partially see the cogwheels turning in his head, he was looking for something to say.

After a few more seconds of silence his lips parted and he examined you.

“TASTY- Wait... BEAUTIFUL! That’s what I meant!” He blurted out his lips quivering as he did, immediately you broke out in laughter and smiled brightly at your husbands antics. He shook his head gently then looked back to you.

“You look beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, pretty..ethereal! Whats another word for beautiful?!” Kyojuro made his way over to you and his hands found their way to your waist.

“Thank you Kyojuro...” you said as your laughter died down, you rested your hands on his chest and smiled at your still blushing husband.

“I am so in love with you.....” he mumbled as he continued to examine you, a blush quickly spread across your face.

“Five years of being married and you still manage to reduce me to a blushing mess.” You remarked while placing one of your hands on his cheek.

“And I shall continue to do so for forever.” Kyojuro smiled as he brought his hand up to yours and placed his atop of yours. After a moment, he turned his head and placed a kiss on the palm of your hand while not breaking eye contact with you. The action had your blush deepening. It that was even possible.

“Come on sappy...you’ve got a movie premiere to get too!” You said as he took your hand off his cheek and held it in his.

“You mean we’ve got a movie premiere to get to.” He corrected while accentuating the “we’ve”.

“Yes. And that means we have to go!!” You chided, Kyojuro nodded briefly.

“Yes ma’am!” He said proudly, your hand still resting in his.

[kyojoroo]

QUICK IMAGINE: 🌟💖🥺Kyō Comforting His Wife After a Really Bad Day🥺💖🌟

Note: The song is called “With a Smile” by Aiza Seguerra; it’s one of my favorites. 😌

To say that (Y/n) was tired was truly an understatement. She was more than tired; totally drained, and lacking the will to even move— so that was how she found herself cradled against her husband’s sturdy chest, while he sat on the couch with her on his lap.

His warm hand was so comforting as it glided up and down her back, rubbing it in such soothing motions that she almost forgot why she was even tired and upset in the first place.

“Today was the worst day ever, Kyō,” (Y/n) whispered weakly, voice thick with unshed tears as she wrapped her arms around the blond’s neck.

“Shh, I know, sweetheart. I know,” Kyōjurō whispered just as softly— pressing his lips to the side of her face, then down to her shoulder— before continuing, “But I’m here now. I’ll make it all better, okay?”

The young woman couldn’t even say a word at that, merely nodding her head and burrowing her face in the crook where her husband’s neck met his shoulders. It filled her with so much comfort to just have been in his arms, but it filled her with even more warmth when he repositioned her, so that she was straddling his thighs.

In any other situation, that would have had both of them thinking of doing something else. Yet, in that moment, all Kyōjurō could think to do was hug his wife tight and sing softly against her shoulder.

“Lift your head, baby, don't be scared

Of the things that could go wrong along the way

You'll get by with a smile

Now it's time to kiss away those tears goodbye”

[kyojoroo]

< Rengoku Kyojurou >

observations I made while watching the movie and the questions I had. I figured I would put them here so you can all think about them and come to your own conclusions.

SPOILERS FOR KNY MANGA AND MOVIE.

He’s very quick to respond to the situations as they arise- probably because of all his experience and whatnot.

I hardly notice Kyojurou flinching in the movie and the manga. even when Shinjurou threw his sake right past Kyojurou's face in the gaiden, he did not flinch.

He doesn’t make eye contact with Tanjirou the entire time they’re speaking with one another or really anyone else, avidly staring ahead instead. This is not to say he never makes eye contact- though his attention is hard to gain at first, once Tanjirou has it, he looks the boy in the eye and acknowledges the group.

But I'm very interested in Tanjirou and Kyojurou's tense conversation before the demons. His lack of eye contact during that moment and blunt, belted answers are something I want to take note of in terms of his personality.

The whole scene where Tanjirou and Kyojurou first speak is a great way to really figure out how Kyojurou speaks in general. Based on that and the fan book that was released, Kyojurou is known to be hard to speak with because he can make it feel as if he’s not listening to you, which is something Tanjirou experiences with Kyojurou on the train at first.

I'm also interested in just how quick Kyojurou is to offer the position of tsuguko to Tanjirou. I would love to delve deeper into that and fully understand Kyojurou's reasoning.

Maybe Kyojurou simply likes to teach others. He helped teach Mitsuri, and he is a constant teacher to Senjurou, so perhaps it comes naturally to him. It's hard to say.

Shinjurou does not turn around when Kyojurou is talking to him in his dream. Eye contact!!! The intimacy of knowing someone is listening and cares about what you are saying is something Shinjurou doesn’t provide. This can play into how he doesn’t quite meet people’s eyes all of the time, only doing so when he thinks it's necessary.

That being said, he makes pretty strong eye contact with Senjurou.

There's also the scene where he's pretty intense, hovering close and making that eye contact with Tanjirou inside the train once it becomes a demon, and then once again when it crashes. But these moments are impactful. The viewer is hyperaware of Kyojurou's eye contact because of how intense it is- they KNOW when he's looking.

So his lack of eye contact is honestly something I like because that means when he does hold it, it's something that you can't ignore. It's a bigger part of him and his presence than you realize at first.

He was also smiling during the entire introduction, but his face immediately falls and that smile goes away when he senses a demon's presence. That smile goes away several times when he's in the midst of fighting- but when it's there- I think it's because of the fact people are around him and watching him.

I think he holds eye contact and smiles when it's important as a way to reassure others that everything will be okay. Kyojurou has that brotherly way about him- like when the train crashes and he talks Tanjirou through his wound, he's not smiling. He wants the boy to focus. But after that, he's quick to reassure him with praise over a job well done and a smile. It's very brotherly, I think, and it shows how Kyojurou is quite perceptive... when he wants to be and it's important, at least.

I also wonder why Kyojuro’s dream was a memory rather than a happy scenario like the others. I wonder what it says about him and his mind. He could have had a dream where his mother was alive, his father was kind, but instead, he was brought inside a memory that wasn’t exactly pleasant but clearly an impactful moment. Not even the outcome of the memory changed, it still ended with Shinjiro being neglectful and disappointing him.

So what is it exactly about this moment in his life that he somehow sees in a positive light that he wouldn’t want to change?

This is where my thoughts end. This isn't really a traditional post so none of you have to really interact with it, this is just me rambling as I try to fully understand and pick apart Kyojurou's character. I love analyzing him and asking these questions so I can understand and fill in the gap.

Hopefully these questions enjoy you. Let me know your thoughts on some of the things I brought up, maybe!

[kyojoroo]

WAAAAA SO CUTE >\\\\<

college au!unintentionally roommates ❂ renguko kyoujurou x reader

a/n: i wanted to turn this into a mini series so let me know what you think! my inbox is open for whatever requests!

Admittedly, it was a little heartbreaking saying your goodbye’s to your family as they dropped you off at campus for your first year at college. Your mom couldn’t help but sob and give you the old “you were just a baby in my arms and now you’re going to college” spiel. And well your dad, he was trying his hardest not to sob as he helped you unload your baggage. You kissed and hugged them before sending them back off on the road. 

An audible sigh of relief and smile tugged at your lips as you carried your things and headed towards your assigned dorm. It was absolutely surreal watching as students filed in and out of buildings. Most of them scrambling to get to their destinations and settle in their spaces, although you were a bit more prepared than most. You were already familiar with campus, which dorm you’d be in and even met and exchanged messages with your soon to be roommate. 

As you headed into the dorm building, you went straight to the elevator and hit the number 3. And as it was about to close, a hand shot right through the crevice of the elevator where the doors were about to meet. You flinched at the swiftness.

How annoying. You grit your teeth. That is until you saw how captivating the person behind the platform doors were. It was like the sun had erupted when the barrier opened and you could’ve sworn you heard angels singing. Tresses of fiery hair and eyes to match enveloped your vision in a blazing fashion. The fact that someone could pull off hair as good as him just simply had to be a sin. 

“Sorry about that.” He beamed. His smile was enough to spread warmth across your cheeks, yet send a shiver up your spine. 

Oblivious to your being moonstruck, he glanced over at the elevator buttons to get to his destination. “Oh, you’re living on the same floor as me?”

You could’ve sworn your heart stopped in that moment. “Y-yeah, you’re dorming on level 3, too?”

Yes, please [name]. Please choke on your words some more while you’re at it.

The elevator dinged and you both simultaneously stepped out. “Yeah, I’m at Room,” He fished out his key card and caught a glimspe of the number. “302.”

ROOM 302?!

He was already a short distance ahead of you and you clambered over to him as he watched the keycard do its magic, going from red to green. Your thoughts were absolutely racing as he stepped inside and dropped his bags to the floor. It couldn’t be–it literally can’t be.

“Huh?” He peeped over his shoulder to see you there gawking at him. “Oh, hey. I never got your name.”

“Y-you’re dorming…here?” You uttered in disbelief. 

“Yup.” He smiled at you again with such intense warmth, but it faltered when he saw you absolutely crumble to the ground. Yup, you definitely just passed out on the ground in front of rank S hottie. Nice one, [name].

╰ ☼ ╮

The sensation of mellowness hugged at your body and you felt the corners of your lips turn into a pleased expression as you opened your eyes and stretched. But were in for a rude or rather splendidly unexpected awakening.

“Oh, [name] you’re awake.”

Your body completely froze in place. It couldn’t be.

Your head slowly rotated in the sound of the voice that you were already aware of who it belonged to. Low and behold, the glorious hottie that was seated in the bed that was, by now, completely furnished across from where you laid. Your body jolted awake, stiff to the bone as you, once again, stare stupidly and vacant at him.

“How do you know my name and where is my roommate?” It was more of a demand than it was a question. He chuckled at your sudden abruptness. Was it warranted? Most definitely. Was it everyday that a girl dormed with guy? Most definitely not.

“Well,” He handed you your card and school ID. “You dropped this when you passed on the floor.”

Your cheeks flushed red in embarassment. You what?!

“I–passed out?” Thousands of thoughts cascaded through your head as you sat there blank faced. Oh, you were a big idiot [name]. Huge idiot.

“B-but, you–and I–” Your brain felt like it was absolutely fried and scrambled. Distressed, you hurriedly pulled out your phone and scrolled through you emails.

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2 weeks ago at 2:20am

from: vivenne freecs

hey [name], i know this is probably

going to suck when i say this…

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You clicked the lock button on your phone. There was no need for you to read the rest because you knew what it was going to say. It wasn’t a mistake. This was your dorm and he was your roommate.

“Hey, are you alright?” His face was contorted with worry as he took a seat next to you. You looked up and smiled weakly at him. 

“Yeah, I can see now that this wasn’t a mistake.”

“Well, yeah, it’s a co-ed dormitory.”

“Co-ed?!” You shrieked. That was almost enough to make you pass out again. If your parents found out about this they would totally freak at you. They weren’t crazy strict or anything, but living with a boy who wasn’t even blood related or that you knew for that matter. Oh, yeah you were totally dead [name].

The sound of chuckling made your ears perk up and you saw the man who’s name you still didn’t know trying not to make light at you snickering in the palm of his hand. 

“I’m sorry. It’s just that it was on the applications when you were signing up for what dorm you wanted to be in, so I thought every one knew.” His expression just merely amused watching how you went through the five staged of grief in a span of 5 minutes.

Slowly, you felt the acceptance embrace the inner corners of your brain. Your parents just might kill you if they found out that you were sleeping in the same room as another boy, but fuck it I guess. There was no turning back now. 

“It is what it is.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Well, since we’re going to be roommates. I should at least know your name.”

His eyes twinkled as he spoke and held his hand out.“Kyoujorou. Kyoujorou Renguko.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you shook his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Kyoujorou.”

[kyojoroo]

「 helio 」 kyojuro rengoku + you ੈ✩‧₊

⿻ i'm not entirely sure what this was, but sometimes you just need be comforted. first fic on the new blog goes out to the hashira that owns my heart ☁️

contents: demon slayer!reader, mentions of violence and death . 18+ only please

like the sun rising to kiss the morning sky, kyojuro rengoku's aura is all encompassing to you: it ignites shadows with honeyed spears of warm light and your heart becomes undone when he begins to stroke your chin with his thumb.

of course, he only does so in attempt to wipe the blood dripping from the scrapes on your face but when you close your eyes, you like to pretend otherwise.

you sigh — you want nothing more than to extend your weary arms and cradle his face in bruised & bloodied palms but when you open your eyes to meet his, you're almost frozen.

"this is only my fourth mission as a demon slayer," it comes off in a murmur of an apology, which is the last thing you wanted. "i thought i could handle this one until i lost my footing and…"

you pause to spit bitter blood from your mouth and your words shake as if your body is still being thrashed around by darkness and it's blood-thirsty tongue. "… forgot all about my breathing techniques and then i…"

you stop yourself when you feel a lump begin to form in your throat and your eyes swell with tears. when did this nightmare become my reality?

two years ago, you were a farmer's child tiptoeing around sweet corn and rosemary that you had sown into the earth with your own two hands. now, you adorn your father's grave in carnations every sunday and the seeds of sorrow and vengeance remain deeply rooted within your heart.

heaven swept up in golden flames gently holds your tired arms and offers you a soft smile. "you did admirably! even us hashira struggle from time to time, there's no shame in that. please don't cry." tilting your chin up to meet his gaze, kyojuro continues. "if not for the unceasing caws and direction coming from your anxious kasugai crow, i might not have gotten here on time. you're lucky to have such a courageous companion."

unfortunately, kyojuro and his words are still as enchanting as the day you first met and your chest aches.

(you'd been completely disheveled after passing final selection: bedridden in the butterfly mansion with busted ribs & lips that contorted in disgust after downing a rather foul tasting medicine, earning a hearty laugh from the flame hashira recovering from a broken leg in the bed adjacent to yours.)

("don't look so discouraged! you're alive and that's a wonderful thing! the taste of medicine is far less worse than what a demon will do to you!")

you wipe the streaks of salt water from your cheeks and compose yourself. "poor thing is growing so old, i worry it's becoming a bit disoriented when it comes to giving directions…but i'm grateful it was still able to guide you, nonetheless."

sunflower golden eyes set ablaze by wildfire widen at your statement and kyojuro raises his voice suddenly, as if he's trying to scare the tremors out of your body. "i believe fate is what put me on the same path that your crow was on when it was searching for help, it's a blessing to reunite with you under these circumstances!"

warm fingertips brush against yours momentarily and you're enveloped entirely in ache and tenderness, and you wish the tugging of you illogical heart would lead you somewhere far so that you may sort out your feelings in peace.

"thank you, kyojuro" your weary voice speaks, "but i think i want to start heading back now, i hurt everywhere and i worry my legs might not be able to carry me that far if we wait any longer."

kyojuro nods. "perhaps we can reunite again once your injuries heal, then," he offers hopefully, "you're a resilient being with a kind heart, it would be an honor to watch you further advance in the demon slayer ranks!"

your lovelorn soul wants to absorb his words and hold them close forever and believe that they're tailored specifically from requited feelings, but your tired mind won't allow it right now. you mumble a soft 'i would like that, too' as you grab your sword before rising to your feet.

tired eyes, a honey-sweetened voice, and incarnadine stains belonging to something else that decorate your skin — you're as divine to him now as you were all those months ago.

and if not for the ill timing and bruised lips among other injuries you've sustained, kyojuro might have pressed his to yours.

instead, his hand moves to intertwine with yours before holding it against his heart for a few seconds, and your own heart becomes undone all over again.

[kyojoroo]

Can i please request a fluff with rengoku + 19, 27,29 🤧 (please let him survive in this one, i've been seeing lots of fics where d-word, i want him to be happy, grow old, train tanjiro, marry, and have as much kids as he want)

DELIVERY! (Rengoku has been in my head RENT FREE for WEEKS.)

Right Here: Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.2k

tw: fluff

masterlist

“Lady Rengoku,” you hear at the door of your studio, and you turn back to face the attendant, mid-brushstroke.

“Yes?” you breathe, wondering what news she brings so early in the morning.

“Master Kyojuro has returned,” she replies, and you dunk your brush in the water pail.

“Is he well?” you wonder, wiping your fingers on your towel. When the woman doesn’t answer, you eye her carefully.

“Miss, he--” You march out of your studio quickly, dropping the towel and running as fast as you can. You dash past Inosuke, Tanjiro, the yellow-haired boy, and Nezuko, panting as you make it to the Butterfly Mansion’s infirmary.

“Tengen,” you wheeze as you stop. “Where is--”

“Inside.” He thumbs past the doors, and you walk inside, where you see Rengoku on a bed covered in blood.

“Kyo,” you whisper, squatting next to his bed. He groans, opening one eye slowly before looking over you. “Kyo, speak to me.”

“You’ve been painting,” he murmurs, trying to smile. He fails and grunts softly, bringing his hand up to his ribs.

“Don’t… don’t…” you whisper, tears rolling down your face.

“I’m okay,” he finally replies, wincing. “Young Kamado and his friends brought me here just in time.” He begins to cough, spitting up blood in his hand, and you rush to grab a towel to wipe his face. As you tenderly pat his skin, Kyojuro hums softly, closing his eyes. “You’re so sweet to me, my love.”

“Hey,” you begin. “You need to keep your eyes open. Just a little longer for me. Okay, Kyo?” Kyojuro nods in response, fluttering his golden eyes back open and reaching up to touch the hand resting on his face.

“I must be blessed beyond measure to have an angel like you attending to me.” You laugh in response, his words harkening back to the day you two first met. “We have to stop meeting like this…” He tries to laugh, but he groans instead, holding his ribs again. An attendant comes by with something for him to drink, and you prop more pillows under his head before holding the cup to his lips.

“It’s a little warm,” you warn, but he chugs it down anyway.

“Three broken ribs, a slightly punctured lung, a bruised collarbone, some internal bleeding, and various cuts all over,” the attendant informs you, and you nod, turning back to Kyojuro.

“Now what trouble did you get into this time?” you ask, tilting your head, but he just wheezes out a laugh, trying again for a smile. “We will talk once you get some rest,” you urge him, pulling the covers around his figure. You place a kiss on his lips and he kisses you back, reaching up a hand to stroke your hair.

“Will you remain here, yn/?” he asks as you pull away. You nod, resting a hand on his.

“I’ll be here until you’re well again.”

_____________________________________________________________ The coughing fits begin in the middle of the night.

In an instant, you’re up, holding a fresh towel beneath his mouth to catch the blood, stroking his back as he attempts to catch his breath, eyes wide with panic and something you haven’t seen in a long time: fear.

“Just keep breathing. In and out. You’re doing great,” you whisper as he struggles, but when he falls asleep again, you sigh, watching his chest rise and fall slowly. You didn’t sleep again until the sun rose and an attendant could take over while you climbed into bed and got some rest.

And most days were like that: wake up, tend to Kyojuro until he fell asleep, fall asleep a little, help him with his breathing, keep watch, then rest again when the attendant comes. Sometimes Tanjiro and his friends would come by to see about him and lift his spirits, and other times, Tengen and various other Hashira would come by with stories about demons they encountered, much to your disapproval. You know he wants to get better so he can rejoin them, and after they leave, he lapses into silence, staring at his hands as if doing so would make him heal faster.

But when the day comes for him to finally be released, you ease him back to the estate, looping your arm around his.

“Your bed’s been waiting for you,” you tease, and Kyo laughs with joy.

“It’s been waiting for you, too.” When you ease him onto the bed, he sighs, looking around him at the familiar red and brown hues of the master bedroom.

“Lady Kocho said to take it easy for the next few days,” you remind him as he swings his legs onto the bed.

“Take it easy?” Kyojuro laughs, putting his hands under his fiery hair.

“Kyo,” you warn, and he holds his hands up in surrender, the devilish grin returning to his features.

“Okay, okay.”

“If you’re good, I’ll make sure to go get sweet potatoes for dinner nex--”

“I’ll be the best patient you’ve ever had, my love,” Kyojuro rushes out, and you turn to him, raising a brow.

“That means minimal physical activity.” The Flame Hashira’s mouth goes slack, and you turn back to the dresser, removing your skirt. “And no forgetting.” The groan elicited from his mouth sounds more painful than when he was actually injured, you notice.

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Blood stains your hands and arms as you’re hovering over Kyojuro, his eyes staring at the sky as you press on his chest - one, two, three, four, five, six --

“Y/n, he’s gone,” Tengen whispers over your shoulder.

“No, no, he’s right here,” you cry, tears falling onto your hands as you pump his chest three more times and then blow air into his mouth. “Stay with me, Kyo, stay with me.”

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight--

“Stop!” Tengen hollers, pushing you off of your dead lover. Before he can scoop up his friend, you shield him with your body, weeping profusely.

“Stay away from him!” you scream, the sun beating down on your exposed neck. “Leave him alone, you--”

A deep inhale brings you back into consciousness, and you sit up abruptly, your heart still stuttering furiously. You don’t even realize you’ve been crying when Kyo grunts and sits up, turning on a light.

“You alright?” he asks before turning around and seeing your tears. “Oh, no…” Kyojuro’s eyes soften as you collapse in his arms, his lips pressing against your forehead tenderly. “Look at me, y/n.” Kyojuro’s fingers tilt your chin up, and he whispers, “Just look at me. Forget everything else; it was just a bad dream. I promise you, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m always too late,” you hiccup. “I’m always one step behind.”

“You’re right here with me; right where you need to be at this moment.” His fingers wipe at your tears quickly. “You made me promise that I would train young Kamado, have at least four kids with you, grow old, and then you’d give me permission to die.” You laugh a little, remembering the look on his face when you demanded that he hold off on dying for at least sixty years. “I’m not going anywhere, my love. I’m right here.”

[kyojoroo]

Downpour

Here's my long-awaited oneshot I wrote for Rengoku :) I still can't believe I wrote this spontaneously in the late hours of the night in under three days (I literally cried cause i haven't been able to write like that in over a year :') I do apologize in advance for any grammar or weird/repetitive sentence structure, my skills are still a bit rusty, also this is my first ever spice piece so yeah that was a ride too. I hope you all enjoy :) and pls leave comments about what you thought of it, I'd love to head them.

Warning(s): NSFW (Minors are free to read but DNI), soft smut/spice, oral (f. receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration, slight overstim (if you squint), hint of fluff, soft angst, injured reader

Word Count: 7702

“It’s really coming down, isn't it?” Kyojuro mused, his hand reaching out past the engawa’s roof to feel the cool water strike his hand in numerous soft droplets. A gentle smile graced his lips as a deep roll of thunder met his ears; his golden gaze darted to the sky with excitement at the bright flashes of purple illuminating the ashen clouds in the night sky.

The soft creaking of the wooden floorboards pulled Kyojuro’s attention from the downpour to his side where you approached him. Retracting his hand from the cool rain, he wiped it on his already soaked uniform before turning his head to greet you with a gentle nod, acknowledging your calm presence.

“It is.” Your soft voice barely audible against the heavy rain; your gaze drifted from the flame hashira to the pitch-black treeline of the forest that surrounded the dilapidated house. “We had the misfortune of being caught in it for a brief moment, didn’t we?”

A soft chuckle fell from Kyojuro’s lips as his eyes wandered from the curtain of rain in front of him to your drenched figure beside him. Your locks were no longer neat and fluffy but rather messy and weighed down by the water. Your black uniform—which was littered with tears and holes—clung to your body, enhancing the usually hidden features of your figure. If your haori didn't shroud your entire figure, the sight would’ve left little to the imagination, and with that thought, Kyojuro turned away as cheeks began to darken.

Shifting in his place, he folded his arms, “We did, but at least we aren’t stuck out there.” Turning around to look at the dark, dilapidated home, his head tilted in your direction as his gaze took in its rough appearance, “We got this place, right?”

“I checked the inside,” you spoke, your hands reaching up to squeeze the water that remained in your locks, hoping to alleviate some of the weight it added to your neck. “I couldn’t find any signs of someone living here. Judging by the layer of dust on some of the furniture, it appears it's been abandoned for some time.”

Kyojuro nodded, “No signs of demons either?”

You shook your head, “I didn’t find a drop of blood, nor did I feel the presence of any.”

Kyojuro hummed, “If nothing is out of place, then this is where we’ll rest for the night.” Taking one last look at the night sky, he slowly backed away from the edge of the engawa and stared at you, waving to you to follow him towards the tattered shoji doors you emerged from moments ago. “I was hoping that we would make it down the mountain before the storm, but that’s alright; We’ll descend at dawn.”

“We can still descend after the rain lets up, if you would like?” You proposed.

“No, I think it’s best if we stay here. After the rain, the path down will be slippery and too dangerous,” Stopping at the entrance of the shoji doors, he turned to face you, his smile growing brighter just at the sight of your eyes looking at him intently, “I don’t imagine this storm lasting the entire night; it’ll die down eventually and in that time that it does, the path will begin to dry and we’ll be able to get some rest.”

His smile slowly faded but never left his lips as a soft silence took hold of the air between you; the low rumbling of thunder briefly interrupted the silence at times, easing it when the air was beginning to get too heavy. His eyes remained trained on your face, using the bright flashes of the lightning as an opportunity to take in the delicate features of your face. It was a loud crack of thunder that broke through the silence, causing you both to jump. Turning away from him with your hand raised to your face to hide the creeping blush, you stepped inside the dark room.

“This room seems to be the best one in terms of being intact.” You explained, squatting down to carefully pick up the lantern you previously used to investigate the house; a wince fell from your mouth, yet neither of you commented on it. Instead, you both watched the candle’s flickering orange flames illuminate the room. “The other rooms had holes in the ceiling or the mats were ripped.”

“If you don’t mind, I was wondering…” You paused, your eyes leaving his back to drift to the various furniture that was strewn across the room; your chest began to feel tight as you thought on your next words, hoping they wouldn’t be accepted, but not rejected either, “Would you be okay if we shared this one?”

Kyojuro froze. He was glad that his back was to you, because the way his brows raised while his eyes grew wide with panic would’ve given you the wrong answer. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed his face just enough to look over his shoulder at you with a kind smile; he knew exactly what he wanted to say, yet he stuttered, “Share? That should be fine. It would be safer that way.”

“That’s good to hear.” The corners of your lips curled upwards, happy that you had gotten your desired answer with little to no resistance. You began to stumble ever so slightly as you walked back towards the doorway leading into the next room, “I’m going to see if I can find some sheets to sleep with.”

Kyojuro dismissed you with a silent nod, opting to keep his face hidden from the soft lighting the candle provided. After a few moments of silence, he peeked over his shoulder to make sure you weren’t in the room to let out a heavy sigh. He couldn’t stop thinking about how much he was panicking over the simple request you made; you two had shared rooms before on missions, but you both didn’t share a bed or have a certain uneasiness surrounding the two of you.

He didn’t speak on it much after the mission, but it still weighed heavy in the front of his thoughts. During the mission, you were fighting a bit more recklessly, if he were to put it lightly. Your techniques were ill-timed, and your footwork was unstable, resulting in you getting some mild injuries. You both had been partners for some months; he worked with you on your sword skills, even teaching you a few of his flame techniques, so when he saw you jumping in front of blows he was capable of taking, it puzzled him. You knew what your actions had caused, so after the mission, the tension was low but was still noticeable.

“I didn’t find much bedding, but these should suffice,” Your soft voice pulled him from his thoughts as you entered the room, holding a large bundle of linen in your arms. Coming to stand in front of him, you tossed part of the bundle on the floor while you raised the other part closer towards him to look at, “I also found some larger fabric we can use to wear while we let our uniforms dry. I know yours is just as soaked as mine.”

Kyojuro looked at the fabric then his own uniform, seeing that his haori was clinging to his backside, “Thank you. I wasn’t really even thinking about it.”

“No problem. I’m going to go change in the other room. You can change here,” You began, already separating the fabrics in your hand, holding out the one you saved for Kyojuro, “I’ll probably take longer, but if I get done faster, I’ll announce myself before entering.”

Both of you smiled, soft laugher falling from your lips from the little awkward silence. Kyojuro reached out to grab the fabric from your hands, his calloused fingertips grazing against the smooth skin on the top of your hand. The sudden touch had your heartbeat racing; you chided yourself for such a childish reaction, but on the other side of your mind you welcomed the way it made you feel. Backing away from him, you fully turned around to go change in the other room, leaving him to do the same in the other.

Kyojuro finished changing before you; he was kind enough to let you know from the doorway, not even facing into the room. While he waited for you, he took a seat near the shoji, peeking through the small crack he made to watch the storm rage on, his eyes lighting up like a child at every deep rumble of thunder, knowing that a bright flash would accompany it seconds later in the most vibrant ways as possible.

Hearing the other shoji door slide open he turned his head to see you and was struck speechless at the sight before him. Standing in the doorway was you wrapped up in the fabric you picked out, your hands clasped in front of you in a peaceful manner. The fabric was the perfect size for your frame, the hem came up to the same length as your skirt, if not a bit shorter. Your thigh-high stockings were off. Your top was bundled up neatly, a hint of cleavage peeking out from the center. Your hair was twisted up, secured by a stray hairpin you must’ve found in your rummaging. Even in tattered clothing, you still looked beautiful.

“Kyojuro? You alright?” You waved your hand in front of his face, your brow furrowing at the distant look in his eyes; when his attention came back to you, you backed away from him, your hands fiddling with the hem near your thighs, “I was letting you know that you can hang your uniform next to mine in the other room. Hang it high so the heat will reach it.”

Stumbling to his feet, Kyjuro adjusted the fabric you gave him and it was your turn to get lost in your thoughts. The length was just a tiny bit small for him, but he worked it to where the opening of his chest was wider so the fabric covered most of his lower half. You found your gaze drifting back to the opening of his wrap, letting your eyes roam over his softly sculpted abdomen; the thoughts that flooded your mind caused your cheeks to burn, but thanks to the dying candlelight, it went unnoticed.

“Also, I have another favor to ask,” you began, walking towards the lantern, “Do you mind looking over my back for any cuts or bruises? It kind of stung when I was undressing.”

“I can do that, I’ll just be right back.” Nodding his head as he scooped up his wet uniform, he pulled a stool out from the side of the room, setting it down near the lantern, “Just sit there and get ready, okay?”

Doing as you were told, you sat on the small wooden stool, listening to it creak with every little movement you made. Your eyes were pulled towards the shoji, watching the flashes of lightning peek through the numerous rips in the thin paper. Your fingers fumbled with the loose knot around your waist, undoing it to let some of the fabric flow freely before securing it once more. Shrugging the fabric off your shoulders, you let the cool wind that crept in through the rips run down your spine all the way to the middle of your back.

Kyojuro came back into the room, his eyes immediately getting caught on the sight of your bare back. Clutching a cloth he snatched from the other room, he came to sit behind you, announcing his presence by clearing his throat. Looking at your back, he could see that there were indeed some small cuts across your back, but nothing that needed patching. The bruises he saw were terrifyingly large, it made his own back hurt just looking at it.

“How bad is it?” You asked, he could tell you were nervous about the answer he would give you.

“There’s not many cuts, which is good, but the bruises...you’ll definitely need to get proper care when we get down the mountain.” He stated, his eyes narrowing as he inspected every bruise; they were already turning a deep violet underneath your skin. “Is it alright if I clean up some of the cuts?”

You nodded, sitting up straighter for him to get better access to all the ones he saw. Kyojuro went towards the shoji and opened it, stepping out to get the cloth wet from the rain before coming inside back to his spot to begin wiping away the drying blood around your cuts.

The coolness of the cloth caused you to suck in a sharp breath, slowly letting it out as you got used to the cool, rough texture. The breeze that snuck in through the small crack in the shoji that Kyojuro left blew against your damp skin, making you shiver; the only thing to combat the shivering was the skimming of Kyojuro’s fingers on the edge of the cloth, making your skin heat up under his tender touch. You could feel the goosebumps forming under every expanse of skin he touched, lingering even long after.

“The way you acted tonight wasn’t like you,” Kyojuro finally voiced what was on his mind, his tone soft, unlike his usually boisterous tone. “To let a demon get their hands on you, let alone challenge you.”

“I was looking out for you. Those demons tried to overwhelm you,” He saw your back muscles tense up, yet he didn’t say a thing, “You were struggling so I thought to help you out. Even experts can slip up sometimes too.”

He and you both knew it was a lie.

“I’m done with your back,” he informed you, tugging the edges of the fabric that once covered your shoulders upwards, trying to cover you back up as best as he could, but when you stopped him, telling him that the cool breeze was refreshing, he left fabric alone. Standing up, he began to walk around you, only stopping when he spotted the fabric on your left thigh stained a vibrant red. “Your thigh, it’s bleeding.”

“Oh? I didn’t even know I got cut there.” While you looked down at your leg, he came to kneel in front of you, both his knees on the mat while his hands rested in his lap, fiddling with the cloth.

“The adrenaline is still wearing off, you probably—” Kyojuro fumbled the words in his mouth as he finally let his eyes catch sight of the front of you.

With a close view of your face, the lantern did nothing but enhance your beauty, the flickering flaxen flames shimmering in your eyes. With your hair pinned up and the fabric resting down your arms, your collarbone and top of your chest was exposed, showing him the slight bruises that formed from the fight; your hand that clutched the fabric near the front of your breasts put your cleavage on full display. Kyojuro felt his cheeks grow hot and his heartbeat speed up at the sight, but he refused to let his mind wander, forcing himself to turn away to gather himself.

“The adrenaline is still wearing off, that’s probably why you didn’t feel it,” He watched you flex your thigh, wincing at the sudden sting. Scooting closer to you, Kyojuro raised his hand towards your thigh, hovering the bloodied fabric for a moment as he looked up at you, “May I?”

Nodding your head, he brought his fingers towards the top of your knee, dragging his calloused fingers slowly across your thigh, letting his finger push the fabric off as he moved higher and higher. He stopped near the bloodied fabric, lifting it gently higher to get a good view of the wound. Your breath got caught in your throat as his fingers dragged across your skin, almost burning under his touch. The wound was close to the crease where your leg and hip met, so when he stopped just shy of there, it made your heart flutter.

“(Y/N), this looks bad,” he chided you once more, his face moving in closer to inspect it as it still bled. His voice grew heavy as he shook his head, “This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t choose to act so carelessly, especially regarding you being a part of the highest ranking in the corps.”

Your sudden silence being your reply irked him; he was expecting some type of cheap excuse that would make him let up his reprimanding on you. “Aren’t you going to say anything to defend yourself?”

A heavy sigh fell from your lips, “I protected you because… I got worried about losing you and I couldn’t fathom the heartbreak it would bring to your brother and father if you were to die.”

Kyojuro stood silent for a moment, letting his focus be mainly on patching up your thigh. It was when he looked up at you to see your face turned away, a thin line replacing the tender smile you wore moments ago, that he spoke up. “Your death wouldn’t bring heartbreak to those who care for you?”

You scoffed, “Nobody cares deeply about me like that.”

“I do.”

Those two simple words silenced the both of you. With your gaze turning to catch a glimpse of his face, you found his golden eyes already staring at you. The sudden intensity of his gaze made you turn away from him, the blush that had blossomed across your cheeks clear in the lantern’s light. Kyojuro saw the blush but chose to ignore it for the moment, knowing that you were still processing his sudden confession. As he carried on cleaning your wound, he still continued to speak on the matter; he wanted you to know that you weren’t just another partner, but something more.

“If I were to lose you, your death would cause a heavy impact on not just my life, but my brother and father as well; they see you as a part of the family already,” His gaze drifted from the wound to your blushing face; he couldn’t help but softly smile as you tried to turn further away, but to no avail. Thinking of how cute you looked being embarrassed about his sudden feelings for you caused his faint blush to darken. Patting your thigh gently, he began to stand, “Wait here for a moment.”

He left the room only to return with one of your thigh-highs, he smiled sheepishly, “Sorry, Shinobu always says to use a clean cloth to wrap wounds; I don’t trust what’s here.”

Brushing him off with a huff, he knelt in front of you once more, wrapping your thigh with the most tender touch that left goosebumps wherever his fingers brush against. Tying the knot on the outside of their thigh, he pulled it tight, causing a sharp wince from your lips. “Are you alright?”

You nodded, still choosing to remain silent as your thoughts on the conversation begin to develop. With his hand still resting on your thigh, he slowly pulled it off, letting it fall back into his lap to fiddle with the ends of the ribbon that wrapped around his waist. The silence that developed between the two of you was loud and so heavy on both your chests. The two of you let your thoughts consume you for the moment; there had always been this familiar tension between you two, any of the Hashira and other slayers could feel and see it but the two of you, and now that it was being thrown into the open, it shocked you both to the core, for better or for worse.

“I care for you too,” you confessed, “I care so much for you that I’m willing to give my life for you.”

Your gaze was held captive by the flame inside the lantern, watching it struggle to stay alight as it came up to the end of its wick. Kyojuro’s eyes grew wide with surprise at hearing you return his feelings; he always believed there was a sliver of hope that you would feel the same, but he never really thought you would voice it; it stung to hear that you valued his life over yours, he wanted you to see the same worth you put to his life in yours because in his eyes, not just because of your duties in the corps, but he believed you mattered.

You gained the courage to let your eyes meet his. His eyes were already on yours, yet there was a tenderness that made your body relax. The storm raging outside let its harsh winds whip against the side of the house, slipping through the holes of the shoji to run over your exposed skin; it was refreshing from the amount of heat your body was producing. With the silence choosing to stay, you both felt yourselves leaning into one another, your heartbeats racing at the anticipation of what might happen next.

Stopping just inches away from each other's faces, you both took a minute to try and process what your next moves would be. Kyojuro let his warm gaze flicker between the spark in your eyes and your lips; your cheeks continued to darken at the sight, knowing that there was no turning back. Despite the loud clap of thunder that rattled the home, you felt Kyojuro press his lips to yours in the gentlest way; his hands came to hover close to your cheeks, hesitant to caress your face; he was nervous by the lack of a reaction from you that he might’ve stepped too far over the line.

You pulled away from the kiss, softly panting from the lack of air. Kyojuro froze, his eyes slightly widening to gauge your reaction. The bright flashes of violets reflected in his golden eyes, showing you how dilated his pupils were as they stared at you. Your cheeks began to cool as you took in the sight of him, no longer letting your embarrassment over your feelings from him take control. As his mouth barely opened to speak, you brought your lips down on his; your hands abandoned the fabric they were clutching to find purchase on the sides of his face.

The second kiss was filled with a blazing passion, one that had been hidden till this moment. Your lips moved in sync with one another; with how fluid your movements were, it was like you and him had done it before. Kyojuro let his arms snake around your waist, gently grazing over your bare back before stopping on the fat of your ass, giving it a slight squeeze before locking his hands together and pulling you off the stool and into his lap. The sudden move made you gasp, giving him the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

Your body began to feel as if it was being consumed by flames the way his calloused hands roamed the expanse of your back, coming to lightly squeeze your sides as he pulled you closer. Your chest began to tremble as you felt something pressing into the inside of your thigh, you knew what it was, but you didn’t think that the kissing made him that way, that it must’ve been way before it came to this for him to be that hard; that thought alone made your core flutter.

Kyojuro pulled his lips from yours, breaking the kiss to give you a much needed breather. Leaving your back, one of his hands came to cup the side of your face, feeling your cheek fill his palm. He took in the sight of your relaxed face, the way your soft eyes made him feel fuzzy, the way your puffy lips had a glossy look from the mix of yours and his saliva. His eyes traveled lower, being caught at the sight of your breasts being barely covered by the fabric that shrouded your frame; it was the only barrier keeping him from feeling the soft skin of your supple breasts pressed against his bare chest. The slight movements you made on his lap didn’t go unnoticed, choosing to stifle the soft moans that crept up his throat from your thighs pressing down on him.

“What we’re doing...is this what you want?” His tone is soft, yet you could hear the seriousness behind it. Looking away towards the lantern that had since died out, you gathered your thoughts, knowing if you were to continue, it would change the relationship between you two for good. Turning your face towards him, you nodded slowly but firmly.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Kyojuro,” You leaned closer to his face, your warm breath fanning over his lips, “I want you.”

Hearing the way his name fell from your lips with such a need, it made his heart slam against his ribcage; to hear you say those words will forever be on his mind. He wasted no time crashing his lips with yours, this time with a much more lustful vigor than the other times. Knowing that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you made him feel almost grateful for this night as it gave you both to finally hash out the feelings you harbored for one another.

Kyojuro’s grip on you loosened as his lips strayed from yours, making a trail down your jawline to the nape of your neck. The soft moans he pulled from you were a heavenly melody, one he wanted to hear more of. His mouth remained stuck to your neck, sucking on the delicate skin before laving over the spot with his tongue. His ministrations caused you to tilt your head to the side, giving him more access to continue the assault with his mouth all while his grip began to tighten once again.

With his grip on your secure, he stood up on his knees and shifted you to the side to push the stool you previously sat on out of the way so he could lay you down on the mat. You pulled the pin out of your damp hair, letting it splay around your head. Kyojuro rested on his calves between your legs, studying your body before him; the fabric you wore was ruffled, yet still hid most of you from him. Bringing himself to hover over you, he began to place chaste kisses starting from your swollen lips all the way down to your neck and soon to your collarbone.

“All these bruises…” Brushing the fabric away, he sighed as he took note of the violet bruises that were spreading; letting his fingers graze over them, his eyes came to yours and a soft smirk filled his lips. “You wouldn’t mind a few more, would you?”

You hummed eagerly as he brought his mouth down on your chest, continuing to suck at the skin until it blushed; soothing it afterward with his tongue and a soft kiss. Hearing him speak like that made the pit in your abdomen flutter; you never heard him speak anything like this to anyone and you liked it knowing that you were the one he chose to show this side of him to.

His hands busied themselves with the ribbon that secured the fabric on your body. As his kisses trailed lower, he tugged the knot out of the ribbon and the fabric fell to the sides of your body, exposing the rest of your figure to the nipping breeze that snuck in from the crack in the shoji. Your cheeks heated up as he took a moment to admire your breasts; the way you turned slightly away as your cheeks heated continued to fuel his lust for you.

His kisses continued down the valley of your breasts but soon trailed off to one of the plush mounds, latching onto the skin and sucking softly, dragging a wanton moan past your lips. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, letting his teeth graze it to tease you. Knowing that your other breast lacked attention, his free hand ran up your side to palm it, kneading it as gently as possible. Your back arched upwards, pressing his face into your breasts just to try and feel more of what he was giving.

Kyojuro’s mouth detached from your breast with a soft pop, leaving you wining from the loss of pleasure, but not for long as his mouth switched to the other, giving it the same sweet treatment he did the other, even switching his hands to be fair in his actions. Your fingers wove themselves deep into his flaxen locks, lightly gripping his scalp as you felt the ache in your abdomen grow.

Despite your soft whines, Kyojuro abandoned your breasts and continued his trail of kisses down your abdomen, feeling your body tremble as he got lower and lower. It was a moan mixed with a wince that halted his movements, causing him to look up at you with a furrowed brow. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s my ribs, but I promise I'm okay.” Sucking in a short breath, you let your hand run through his hair, trying to wipe away any concern he has for you at this point. “If something’s wrong, I’ll tell you.”

Nodding his head, he continued downward, avoiding your ribs and starting from your navel down. His kisses began to fade as he reached the hem of your panties. Sitting back on his calves, Kyojuro paused for a moment to take in the sight of your disheveled appearance and the wet patch on your panties; he placed a kiss on your clothed cunt, making you gasp at the sudden touch on your sensitive cunt. He couldn’t help the smile that crawled onto his lips as he thought that just his touch alone brought you to this point.

Starting from the curves of your side, his calloused fingers ghosted over your skin, leaving behind a prominent trail of goosebumps in their wake as his fingers hooked onto the waistband of your panties, slowly tugging them down your legs before setting them aside. His hands ran back up your legs as he leaned down to bring his face close to your cunt; he could feel your nerves through your shaky legs. Looking from your slick cunt to your scrunched face, he turned towards your right inner thigh, and starting from the middle of the plush skin, he left feathery kisses behind as he made his way back to your core.

Your breath hitched as you felt his breath get closer to your cunt; the anticipation was driving you crazy, so much that you lost control of your breath and felt the burn in your ribs as your lungs pushed against them. You did your best to push the pain to the back of your mind as you felt him stop. Your shaky breath filled the air as you felt his lips land on your other thigh to repeat the same teasing steps.

Your sharp gasp rang loud over the rumbling of the thunder the outside as you felt his fingers sliding through your folds, starting at the bottom of your entrance all the way up to your bundle of nerves, gathering your slick on his fingers so they would glide effortlessly in soft circles over your throbbing clit. He watched as your face scrunched more, your eyes screwing shut as your breath got caught in your throat. Broken moans left your lips; despite their softness, the sound was ringing louder in Kyojuro’s ears rather than the loud claps of thunder outside; your moans spurred on the blood flow to his hardening member.

His fingers left your clit, choosing to run up through your folds once more before letting a single finger slowly inched its way inside all the way till the base of his knuckle. He watched with a soft smile as your back arches off the mat and into his hand.

“You really are wet, aren’t you?” He mused, mostly to himself, but the small hum you made at his question made his hard cock twitch. “This really is all for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” You barely had enough breath to answer him. Looking down at him, the sight of his face being so close to your cunt made you turn away out of shyness. The way his finger curled against your sweet spot had you gasping before you could continue, “I’ve waited so long for you.”

Your words motivate him to please you more. Pumping his finger into your sopping cunt, he let his finger press against your sweet spot with every other stroke, slowly twisting the coil in your abdomen. The saccharine moans that leave your lips made his cock throb; the way you were losing your composure with just his fingers, he can’t help but wonder how you would fare with his cock.

Hooking his arms around your thigh, he lowered his mouth to your cunt to let his tongue lap at your folds, leaving soft licks around his fingers pumping into your cunt all the way up to your clit. His mouth latched onto the throbbing bundle of nerves, sucking just enough to let it go with a soft pop before repeating his motions. The noises that left your lips were sinful as your legs trembled at how his muscle worked away on your swollen clit, not paying no mind to your juices that coat his lips and chin. He tries to pull more from you, running his free hand up and down your sides to keep your back to the mat.

Slipping in his middle finger to stretch your hole more, your hands laced through his locks, lightly tugging when the pads of his fingers stroked your sweet spot with more vigor. Your eyes screwed shut as your thighs shook, slowly closing in on his head. Kyojuro could feel the pressure of your thighs squeezing his head, yet he did nothing to stop them, instead welcoming it as he listened to your words become mere babble as you came on his fingers.

As your thighs loosened from his head, he pulled his mouth off your dripping cunt with a soft pop, placing a soft kiss before sitting back up and pulling his fingers from you, cleaning your juices from his fingers with his mouth. Your shaking figure before him was a sight to behold; before this night, you were always a strong-willed person, holding your ground in everything, but to see you with your chest heaving and your legs shaking with pleasure, he couldn’t help but love this soft, pliable side of you.

Kyojuro knelt in between your legs, rubbing your thighs as you came down from your high. You could only look at him with hooded eyes as you tried to keep up with his hands running down your knees to your hips and up your sides to fondle your breasts, before letting one hand caress your face while the other supported his weight beside your head. Still in a daze, Kyojuro placed his lips on yours to bring you back to the moment with him.

Your good leg came to rub up against his side while your hand ran down the side of his face to his exposed chest, feeling his sculpted muscles before snaking under the fabric to claw at his back. With your other hand, you tugged at the ribbon around his waist, the knot he tied came undone with ease. Kyojuro pulled away from you, sitting up to shrug the restricting fabric off his body before coming to hover over you once more, continuing the kiss.

You were in awe, admiring his physique in the sudden flashes that the lightning provided. Your hands touched every expanse of muscle you could; his abs, his arms, all before settling on his back as you felt his throbbing cock pressing into your thigh, feeling it twitch with every soft moan you let slip past your swollen lips.

Breaking away from the kiss, Kyojuro stared at you before letting his hand adjust himself so his tip was lined up with your entrance, your release already dripping onto his throbbing tip, making it hard for him to resist the urge to thrust into you. But he doesn’t give in, instead, he lets his eyes ask for him, his voice being too busy trying to concentrate on holding back his pleasure for yours.

With a small peck on the corner of his lips, you hold his gaze as he slowly pushes into your weeping cunt. Your mouth fell open as your strangled gasp filled the air while a low groan vibrated deep within Kyojuro’s chest, the light resistance testing his patience. His head fell into the nape of your neck as your hand found purchase in his locks, while the other clawed at his back, feeling the muscles constricting with his slow movements.

Your spasming cunt sucked in his cock, inch by inch; the time in between rests did little to help you adjust to how thick he was. Your moans soon twisted into soft whimpers as he continued; he felt a pang of guilt at the hint of pain he was causing; his fingers did little to help you stretch for his cock, but you both knew you couldn’t turn back now, especially when the pleasure was outweighing the pain.

His hips stilled at the sudden cry that left your throat. He watched your eyes screw shut as you tugged him lower to your own body, holding him close for quite some time; he felt your nails drag on his back. Turning his head to plant a kiss behind your ear, he spoke softly, “What’s wrong? I’ll stop if—”

“Please don’t,” you whined, your chest rising in short breaths to stop the sudden pain from the deep breaths that filled your lungs, “I’m alright, just please don’t stop.”

Seeing that a tear rolled down from the crease of your eye, he kissed it, tasting the saltiness of it in his lips before continuing to ease himself into you until he felt his hips come flush against yours; the feeling robbing the both of you of your breath.

The way your slick walls clenched around him, squeezing his pulsing cock was driving him crazy. His lips came to capture yours, to distract you from squirming your hips; he wanted to move so badly but he knew you both needed the time to adjust to one another.

Kyojuro slowly began to pull out from your dripping cunt a little before easing himself back in; he repeated the fluid motion all the way until when he pulled out, only his tip remained inside before sheathing himself all the way in, leaving no space between their hips.

Your nails dug into his back, struggling to keep your breathing under control. The way his hard cock dragged against your slick walls pulled the sweetest and deep moans from your throat. His hooded gaze watched your brows furrow as your mouth opened agape, the sight and sound of your pure pleasure had his breath growing heavy and guttural moans spilling from his parted lips; the mixture of your moans overpowered the harsh noises from the storm just outside the room.

Kyojuro’s forearm flexed as he lowered his head back to your nape, letting his lips brush over the shell of your ear. His shuddering groans rang loudly in your ear and traveled down to your weeping cunt, squeezing him. His eyes screwed shut for a moment as he slowed his pace, stalling the building tension in his abdomen.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He breathed, his lips dragging over the delicate skin of your neck, sending shivers up and down your spine, “You’re taking me so well…almost like you were made for me.”

He groaned as your walls clenched down around him at his words, your back arching as his thrusts grew suddenly sharper but still tender. Your hands ran up and down his back as his chest came to graze yours, leaving only his hips to have motion. He lifted himself off of you, resting back on his knees before letting his hands gently grab your legs to spread them further to reach deeper than before. Your hands latched onto his wrists as they gripped your hips to remain stable as sheathed his cock in you with his precise thrusts.

It was the sight of your breasts bouncing, moving with the power of his thrusts, that kept him on a consistent rhythm; the way your arms framed them mesmerized him. He burned the image into his mind as he kept moving in and out of you at a mild pace. His grip gets softer as he heard you whine, your legs trembling once more just like moments ago. The coil in your belly was twisting tightly and he knew any moment it would snap.

“K-Kyojuro…”

“It’s alright, let go, I got you.” His voice was soft yet strained as he coaxed you to your release. Your drawn out moans mixed in with his groans as he felt the walls of your cunt spasm around his aching cock, squeezing him so hard, he could feel his own release rising quickly. His golden eyes screwed shut as he continued his thrusts, focusing on the sweet whimpers that left your parted lips and the way your release let his cock slide in and deeper with such ease.

His release was building quicker than he imagined, the knot in his abdomen making it almost painfully hard to keep going, his cock twitched uncontrollably while his groans signaled he was desperate to reach his high. He found himself coming to hover over you once more, burying his face in your neck while his arm snaked under your semi-arched back, pushing it up to be flush against his, while his other hand traveled to the fat of your injured thigh, folding it higher and tucking your knee close to his side as he reached deeper than before. You were on the edge of being overstimulated, but you didn’t care as long as you got Kyojuro to the sweet release he was looking for.

His hips faltered and the words he wanted to speak fumbled on his tongue as he pulled himself out of your spasming cunt just in time to paint the outside of your cunt in white. His shuddering breaths fill your ear as you feel his cock still jumping as it laid on your throbbing clit. With his eyes still shut, he listened to your labored breaths and focused on the feeling of your body pressed against his.

A tender silence fell upon the air in the room, the storm’s harsh patter of rain on the room being muffled to the two of you. Your arms wrapped around him, hugging him as one remained woven in his messy locks, soothing the both of you as you both came down from the highs you gave each other. It feels like forever that you both lay there, basking in the calming presence of one another.

Kyojuro lifted his head to let his gaze meet your hooded one; he could see the exhaustion clear in your features, yet you still gave him the most delicate smile. Taking in their feature one last time, he placed his lips upon yours, kissing you once more before forcing himself to peel himself off of you to go retrieve one of the small rags you brought in earlier to clean you with.

Cleaning you up first then himself, he picked you up and brought you to the bedding he had set up earlier, helping you slip under the thin blanket, covering you completely while he draped the spare blanket across his lower half. You rolled over on your good side to face him, letting your tired eyes take in the soft features of his relaxed face, saving the kind image for your creeping slumber. Your head rested on his chest while your leg laid over his abdomen. The rush of cool air ran over the both of you, causing you to snuggle into his side, stealing some of the warmth he always had too much of.

Kyojuro took the opportunity to let his calloused hands run through your semi-damp locks, fiddling with the ends as the sound of the heavy rain striking the roof echoed in the room. The tranquil silence between you two gave Kyojuro time to think about the words he wanted to say, rewording and rephrasing it over and over in his mind; he just wanted it to be perfect.

“Kyojuro?” Your small voice pulled him from his thoughts as he hummed, urging you to continue.

“I—” you paused, your own words getting caught in your throat as you stared at the shoji, watching the rain pour through the small crack. Your mind made you believe the words you wanted to say were too heavy for a situation such as this, so with a soft sigh you pulled him closer, “Thank you for confessing.”

“I should thank you,” he insisted, head tilting down to look at you, “If it wasn’t for your actions, we probably would’ve never had the conversation we had that would’ve led to what we just did.” The pink that dusted your cheeks made him smile, but it soon faded as he got serious, “Just promise me that you’ll do better, if not for yourself, then for me?”

You nodded, “Okay. I promise.”

“Alright, well you try to get some rest now, okay?” Placing a kiss on the crown of your head, he ran his hand over your back, his touch instantly relaxing you. You hummed and wished him a good night before feeling yourself drift off into your awaiting slumber.

Kyojuro was content with how the night had ended, the air had been cleared between you two and your relationship had advanced. Yet, it was the state of your relationship that troubled him, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was for better or worse and that thought remained in the front of his mind as he drifted off beside you.