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[snowhashiraamiya]

Jealousy and Passion

Kyojurou Rengoku x Oc! Selena Yutsuka

NSFW commission for selenabeebee over on IG, thank you so much for commissioning me!

Proceed with caution 🩵

Word count: 4,155

The former Flame Hashira sat on the porch of his sweet flames home, it was much bigger than what he had grown up in, and it felt... nice. He felt safe there.

Kyojurou inhaled the cool, evening air, gently exhaling a soft sigh of relief. The sound of crickets filling the atmosphere, and the light gust of air blew around his fiery locks of hair.

His eyes slowly closed, and he silently reflected on the events of the mission. He had nearly died. It weighed on his mind like fog over a swamp.

The wind slowly shifted; causing a small breeze that pushed against Kyojurou’s back; almost as if it was telling him to continue looking forward.

Kyojurou slowly placed a hand over his chest, gently gripping his shirt. Selena was strong, and one of the best hashira he had ever seen. Yet he couldn’t shake those feelings of worry and doubt.

Despite the years they have been together, and the experiences that they went through; he still had an overwhelming sense of worry for her.

Kyojurou’s eyes fluttered open, and he smiled softly as he thought about Selena. She had always been there for him, supporting him in everything he did.

Her selflessness and kindness were unmatched, and he felt truly blessed to have her in his life. Despite the dangers that lay ahead, he had faith in her abilities and knew that she would come back to him, safe and sound.

Selena, Kyojurou’s partner and one of the most powerful hashira in the corps, walked through the gate with a heavy heart. She had faced unimaginable horrors during her mission and could feel the weight of her experiences bearing down on her.

Despite this, she knew that she had to maintain her strength and composure for Kyojurou’s sake. As she made her way towards him, she couldn't help but wonder if he would be able to see past her tough exterior and understand the turmoil she was going through.

She smiled warmly, feeling relieved and grateful that Kyojurou had returned. He looked somewhat weakened, but at least he was alive.

His wounds seemed to be healing well, though it was clear he still needed some time to recover fully.

"Welcome back, Kyojurou-san. Thank you for returning."

Selena murmured as her twilight eyes met his orange hues. She was tired, but she knew he needed attention to his wounds and such.

Smiling softly, Kyojurou nodded to Selena with a warm, understanding gaze. He knew that she had been through something terrible during her mission, and his heart went out to her.

It pained him to see her like this, but he also knew that he couldn't force her to talk about it if she wasn't ready.

"No need for thanks, my beloved. I'm grateful to be back among my fellow demon slayers. I'm certain you've had a long and arduous journey yourself." He offered his arm to support her as they began walking toward their quarters.

As Selena helped Kyojurou back into the house, she went to fetch some towels for his wounds. Kyojurou was mostly healed from his battle, this was just a replacement of his bandages.

Selena got on her knees and hummed while she moved his bandages as she cleaned the wounds. Kyojurou sat on a chair, leaning back to give Selena easy access.

He watched her work, her gentle touches and soft humming providing a comforting distraction from the stinging of the antiseptic.

Once the wounds were all cleaned up, Selena started applying fresh bandages, wrapping them carefully around his injuries.

”So, how’s the corps since I’ve been gone?” He asked.

Selena tied off the last of the cloth, making sure they were secure before responding to his question.

"The corps has been very busy in your absence," she replied, "The upper moons... they've been active, causing the remaining hashira to spread thin."

“Although, Uzui has been helpful with me on my missions, as of late.” She murmured, unaware that, even if Kyojurou and Uzui were friends, it still made his golden heart twinge with envy.

Kyojurou’s eyes flickered with a hint of jealousy when she mentioned Uzui... She had been spending a lot of time with him, and that thought was enough to send a pang of frustration through his chest.

Selena stood and went to bring the towels to the basket. Kyojurou’s eyes burned into her back. However, the blonde remained silent, watching her as she moved around the house, his eyes fixed on her every move.

Kyojurou couldn't help it. He clenched his fist, his jaw tense as he tried to push down the possessive feeling.

She had been spending time with Tengen, he knew she was just using it to help herself on her mission, but it still didn't sit right with him.

It was eating at him... he wanted her attention directed at him... only him... not that flamboyant bastard Uzui.

Despite Uzui's recent presence in Selena’s everyday life, Kyojurou couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was his, and he intended to make sure everyone knew it.

His cock throbbed in anticipation, eager to make her see stars. He didn't even try to hide the possessive gleam in his eye.

As Selena stood oblivious to his presence, Kyojurou slowly stood up, his eyes fixed on her as she folded towels.

His body was filled with a sense of jealous desire, the need to claim her and make it clear that she was his and his alone. He approached silently, closing the distance between them until he was mere inches away from her back.

She felt his presence behind her, and it made her stomach fill with butterflies. Selena turned to face her lover, while her beautiful eyes met his. “Kyo-“ she started to protest.

The blonde acted quickly, his hand shooting out to grasp her chin, holding her in place as he gently angled her head back to look up at him.

His eyes were filled with a mixture of desire, lust, and a hint of longing.

"Shh," he hushed her, his voice low and commanding. "Not a word. Just be a good girl and listen to your master."

Selena blushed deeply, trying to protest, but it didn’t do much. In an instant, Kyojurou lifted her and rested her on the bed, his larger body covering hers in an instant.

His heart was racing as Kyojurou gently held her down, his body pressed against hers with an undeniable dominance and power.

He caught her wrists with one hand and pinned them above her head, keeping her completely at his mercy. Kyojurou leaned in, his face just inches away from hers, and spoke again, his voice now a low, authoritative growl.

“I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name, Darling. Understand?”

Selena’s face turned a dark red, “K-Kyo it’s not like that- T-Tengen is just a friend.” The blonde had Selena on her back with her arms pinned above her head.

He was going to ravish her tonight, making sure everyone knew she was his and his alone.

"A friend that seems far too close to your liking."

Rengoku spoke firmly; his voice filled with a low growl. He was irritated. Kyojurou held her pinned down, and he leaned down closer to her face. His gaze was stern, but the fire in his golden eyes showed how much he wanted her.

“Y-You have to be careful, your injuries are still healing-“ Selena protested, she could feel his hardened cock pressing against her clothed core.

But her sense of self control was the only thing keeping her from returning the same energy he was giving her.

Kyojurou leaned closer to her, his hot breath ghosting across her flushed cheek. His eyes searched hers, full of desire and the need to claim her.

“I'm well aware of that, but I have to make sure there are no secret desires hidden between us. Do you wish for me to stop?" He asked her bluntly, his grip on her softening slightly but not enough to release her.

“N-no b-but-“ Selena’s breath caught in her throat, feeling him gently grind his hardened erection against her. Her body was melting, and she knew it. He was just… so alluring, it made her stomach twist.

"Good." Kyojurou smirked, his lips curling dangerously as his teasing grew bolder. His hips slid against hers, grinding their bodies together in a sensual rhythm.

He leaned in and captured her lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue demanding entrance and exploring her mouth greedily.

"M-mph!" Selena moaned into the kiss, feeling him. His strength, his heat, his desire. It all surrounded her and she found herself getting lost in the moment. Her fingers curled into his shirt, and she pressed her body against his harder, wanting more.

Selena whined into his lips, god how this man staked his claim. It always made her feel wanted and loved. “M-Mmh-!” She whimpered as his hands went to unbutton her uniform.

Chuckling softly, Kyojurou deepened their kiss, his tongue dancing with hers as his hands slowly unbuttoned her uniform. He could feel her heart racing against his chest, and it only served to ignite his passion further.

With a soft growl, he broke away from the kiss, trailing soft kisses down her neck and collarbone, nipping and sucking at her sensitive skin. Selena gasped as he broke away from the kiss, her breath coming in shallow pants.

She couldn't believe how he made her feel, like she was the only person in the world who mattered. As he trailed kisses down her neck and collarbone, she arched into him, her uniform buttons straining against the force of his touch.

Selena tilted her head back and moaned. Kyojurou moved her legs around his torso as her hands moved to his yukata and untied it, revealing his smooth and chiseled chest.

Rengoku chuckled softly as he felt her body arch into his touch. His hands slowly trailed up her thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

"You're so beautiful," his voice was low and husky. He slid his hands under her uniform, caressing her bare skin as he pulled away her uniform away, revealing her delicate bra and lace-trimmed panties.

Without breaking eye contact, he slowly lowered himself to his knees, his hands tracing every inch of her exposed flesh. When he reached her panties, he gave them a gentle tug, trying to coax her to part with them. "May I?" he asked, his eyes never leaving hers.

Selena nodded and lifted her legs, ‘Stop teasing me, please, I need it.’

Kyojurou’s hand suddenly grabbed her thigh and pulled it to the side. The other hand rested on her hip, and he leaned down to her ear. His breath was hot, as he spoke in a low tone. "You're mine, Selena..."

“I am, i swear I am, please-“ She whined and gasped as he pressed a few kisses to her thighs. The blonde then stripped them both until they were naked.

Kyojurou’s eyes ran over his love, “So beautiful, and so mine.” He gently took the base of his cock and rubbed it, teasing it against her clit.

Selena squealed and arched her back, wiggling her hips to try and get some friction. Kyojurou took pleasure in teasing her. His cock, already hard and throbbing, found her entrance slowly, pushing in just enough to feel her heat.

"You want it, don't you?” he asked, “Beg for it.”

The woman huffed and gasped, starting to beg. She needed it, and she would do what he asked to get it, “P-Please- I-i n-need i-it-“

Kyojurou’s smile grew wider. Her begging was just what he wanted to hear, and it made him feel a sense of dominance over her. He gently pinned her hands down on the bed, and he leaned down even closer to her ear; his breath warm against her skin.

"What do you need, my love? Use your words." Kyojurou’s voice was teasing and filled with desire. He wanted to hear her say it.

“P-please i-i n-need you t-to go f-faster-“ Selena whined from underneath him. Hearing her whine and beg only made his blood rush faster. His cock twitched within her, aching to release its seed.

‘Not yet’

With a smirk, Kyojurou gripped her hips tightly and began thrusting into her at a harder, faster pace. Selena's moans filled the room as he took her with more force. "Is that what you need, my dear? For me to fuck you harder?" He asked teasingly, knowing that it would only drive her wild.

“Y-yes-! M-Master-!” Selena cried and gasped as Kyojurou leaned down, taking one of her breasts into his mouth as he rocked his hips.

Feeling Selena’s body beneath him, trembling with pleasure and anticipation, Kyojurou could barely contain his own desire. He continued to thrust into her tight pussy, listening to her moans and gasps of pleasure echo through the room.

As he lavished one of her breasts, sucking on it hungrily, he felt a shiver run through her body. His hips picked up speed, his cock pushing deeper inside her with each thrust.

His free hand trailed down her stomach, teasingly skimming over her sensitive skin before reaching between their bodies to find her clit. He began to tease it, rubbing it gently as he continued to thrust.

Selena gasped as those long, thick fingers teased her sensitive clit. It was almost too much. “P-Please m-master w-wait-“

"You're taking me so well, my sweet selena. I think you deserve to be bred.” Kyojurou huffed between moans as he felt her pussy clench around him. His thrusts became even more frenzied, his hips pounding into her with a force that matched the intensity of their passion.

With one hand still gripping her breast, he used the other to reach down and stroke her hot, slick walls. She was so wet, so ready for him. His cock throbbed, pushing deeper into her welcoming heat with each powerful thrust.

As Selena lost herself in the intoxicating pleasure of his touch and thrusts, Kyojurou could feel his control slipping away. The desire coursing through his veins made him abandon all restraint.

“F-fuck- m-master-!” The woman cried.

“Darling… I’m gonna breed you… I-I’m gonna- fucking- mmh-”

Kyojurou bit down on her breast, hard enough to leave a mark, but not enough to hurt her, as he groaned her name. With one last powerful thrust, he felt his release building up inside him.

“M-master-!” She squealed, her body shaking and trembling.

Kyojurou buried his face in her neck, their bodies moving together as he filled her with his hot seed. Selena’s climax hit her like a tidal wave, crashing into his cock as he painted her beloved pussy white.

Kyojurou gently lowered himself on top of her, not even remotely wanting to pull away. “You took- h-h- me so well- m-my love..”

His love clinged to him, her arms wrapped around his neck, and her legs still locked around his torso. Selena gasped, the pleasure overwhelming.

Kyojurou held her close, their bodies pressed against each other. His breathing was ragged; his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. Kyojurou could feel her clinging to him, and he smiled as he gently ran his fingers through her hair.

"That was... incredible." His voice was soft and filled with a weary contentment. Selena opened her eyes slowly and looked up at him, “I… I love you, and only you, Kyojurou..” she murmured, his cock still nuzzled inside her.

A gentle smile spread across Kyojurou’s face as he heard those words escape her lips. He couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through him at her tone . Slowly, he began to pull out of her, taking his time as he savored the intimacy they shared.

“N-No no, w-wait-“ The woman whined, keeping her legs around him, not wanting him to let her go just yet. Kyojurou chuckled, and gently caressed her cheek. He could feel her legs wrapped around him, and he could sense her desire to keep him close.

"Shhh, my love. I'm not going anywhere." His voice was soft and reassuring, and he pulled her closer to him. "I love you." He spoke quietly, genuinely, in her ear.

“P-please..” Selena whined and looked up at him with those astonishing purple hues. Those eyes drew him in, every single time. Kyojurou stared back into her eyes. Her whining and pleading with him made his heart race.

"Please what, darling?" He hummed, softly tracing his finger across her cheek, his touch gentle and loving. “You just… feel so good inside me.. please.. just..” She struggled to find the words.

Kyojurou knew what she meant. "Shhh..." He hushed her, running his fingers slowly through her hair. "I know, my love." He gently wrapped his arms around her backside, lifting her slightly to shorten the distance from their bodies.

"You are so beautiful, and you feel so good to me too. I don't want to let go either." Kyojurou’s voice was filled with devotion and love.

”C-Can… we go… one more time please..?” Selena murmured, she needed it, she needed this.

Kyojurou chuckled, the sound gentle and loving. "You need more, do you?" He teased, tilting her chin up to look at him again. "Already?" Even as he teased, he was unable to reject her. He smiled, and gently pushed her back down onto the bed.

“N-no no.. i.. i want to be on top..” The woman pleaded, she wanted to feel him, and… riding him, seemed to be the most efficient position at the moment.

Kyojurou raised an eyebrow. He was not expecting that, but the thought of having her on top excited him. A soft huff of laughter escaped his lips, and he smiled at her. "Hm? On top, you say?" He teased, gently rolling over, settling her on top of him so she could straddle his lap.

As his cock was nuzzled inside her, Selena let out a soft moan. She tilted her head back as the position already made him slip slightly deeper into her pussy.

Pleased with the new position and Selena's excitement, Kyojurou began to grind his hips, finding rhythm as he continued driving deep inside her. His thick cock slowly pulled almost entirely from her wet heat with every retreat before powering forward again with each thrust.

The soft sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room with every forceful movement of their bodies together, their shared warmth and moisture causing them to stick even as the pleasure built.

Unable to contain his own groan anymore, Kyojurou reached for one of Selena's generous breasts once again. His other arm moved around her waist as Selena cried in a moan, guiding her body up and then down on his cock.

“F-Fuck- darling-“ Kyojurou growled, “M-Mmh-!” Selena squealed, crying out as she bounced on his cock, Kyojurou’s hands roaming her hips and breasts.

With a soft smile, Kyojurou let Selena set the pace. He watched as her beautiful body moved against him, every push sending jolts of pure arousal through his system.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, growing louder with each passing second, as the couple ravished each other.

Leveraging his grip on her supple body, Kyojurou began to match her movements, his own hips thrusting up in a primal rhythm that mirrored Selena's. Their flesh slapped together in perfect unison, drawing gasps and moans from both of them.

As if sensing that she needed another level of stimulation, Kyojurou dipped his head, capturing one of Selena's hardened nipples in his mouth. He suckled greedily on it, causing her to arch her back even further into him.

His free hand roamed her quivering stomach, skimming the thin line of hair leading down to her soaking wet pussy. Kyojurou’s thumb teased at her clit and Selena’s body tensed. She leaned down and Kyojurou met her there, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

“M-mmh- k-kyojurou- i-i-“ She whimpered against his lips. The blonde chuckled and nibbled on her bottom lip, “You like that love, hm?”

Her body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with desire as she felt Kyojurou’s rough but gentle hands on her skin. His thrusts were powerful and deep, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core.

Selena could feel her climax building, the sensation growing stronger with every passing second.

“Y-Yes-! I s-swear-!”

As their hips met in perfect synchronicity, Selena's breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a loud moan that filled the room.

“H-Aaa-ah-!”

Her body trembled against Kyojurou’s touch, her legs shaking as she tried to maintain her balance on his rock-hard cock. She threw her head back. A shiver ran down her spine, and she cried out in ecstasy

Kyojurou’s thrusts were agonizingly heavy and strong, “Such a good girl, Selena. You’re mine, you know that?”

Kyojurou’s breath was ragged, and he couldn't take his eyes off her. Her moans and declaration of being his sent a wave of pleasure through him.

He pulled her closer, holding her tight in his arms. "Good." He panted softly, running his fingers through her hair. Selena continued bouncing on his cock, how it stretched her made her feel like heaven.

"Now be a good girl, and come for me." Kyojurou’s voice was filled with love and possessiveness. The feeling was too much for Selena as she neared her climax, her nails digging into his shoulders as she arched her back further. Her pussy clenched around Kyojurou’s cock, milking him as her body shook with pleasure.

“C-Coming-! I-I’m-!”

Kyojurou felt his own release building within him, knowing that he couldn't hold back any longer. With one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, groaning as he came. His hot seed filled her up, painting the insides of her womb with his essence.

“F-Fffuck..”

Selena nearly collapsed in his arms, gasping and whining. Her body desperately trying to calm down from her high.

Kyojurou gently caught Selena in his arms, gently stroking her hair and shushing her softly. He could feel her body shaking from her climax, and he held her close, whispering softly in her ear.

"It's okay, my love. Shhh... I've got you, I've got you." His voice was filled with love and reassurance. He continued to hold her, letting her calm down in his embrace.

Selena’s body burned, her muscles aching from the passion. Her breath came out rough and ragged. Kyojurou could feel her trembling in his arms.

He knew her body must be tired from their lovemaking, and he gently cradled her close, continuing to stroke her hair, whispering softly to her. "Shhh... You did so well, my love. It's okay... I've got you. Just relax, and rest." His voice was gentle.

As she whined, Kyojurou gently lifted Selena off his cock and rested her beside him, kissing her softly on the forehead. He could feel his heart swell with love for her.

He gently stroked her hair, his eyes never leaving hers as he continued to reassure her. “We have all the time in the world, my love. I’m gonna go get some towels and things, okay? I’ll be right back." His touch was gentle and soothing, meant to comfort her after their passionate encounter.

As he left, Selena laid back on the soft mattress, her mind still spinning from the intense pleasure they had shared. As she closed her eyes, memories of their love-making played like a vivid movie in her thoughts.

Sighing contentedly, Selena allowed herself to acknowledge her love for him, wrapped in the warm glow of their post-coital bliss.

Kyojurou returned quietly and they shared a few minutes of silence, before Selena murmured, “I love you, so much.”

The blonde smiled, and he sat on the bed and massaged her legs and hips, “I love you, truly. Selena, you give me life.” Selena’s eyes softened and she pulled him gently for a kiss.

Kyojurou chuckled against her lips, “M-Mmh, come closer love, we need to rest.” With that he pulled her closer and she nuzzled into his chest, content.

Not long after, Kyojurou gently lifted Selena's bare legs and draped one of the towels over her lower body, providing a warm and soothing barrier between their skin.

He then leaned down and pressed a light kiss to her forehead, his eyes shimmering with love and admiration.

She’d fallen asleep.

Kyojurou smiled softly and pulled her closer, keeping her against him.

"Sleep well, my angel. I'll be here when you wake up."

The couple cuddled, He watched over her until sunrise.

I will protect you, even from your mind, itself. My dear selena. I love you.

Art by: Naoko_Too on IG!

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Tea Ceremony for 2 (Commission)

Kyojurou Rengoku x Oc! Terumi Tachibana

This fic includes: NSFW

Proceed with caution 💚

Word Count: 5,001

During the beginning of some showers, the teahouse was having a quiet day. Honestly, the first one in a while, it wasn’t often that the employees could catch a breather with how stressful this job may be.

A few customers mingled here and there, chatting mindlessly, but hey at least they weren’t talking about demons. Like a calm in the midst of the horrors that the slayers faced.

Terumi Tachibana, a beautiful, soft brunette, was taste testing some fresh tea, perfect for the start of the new harvest. Terumi was exhausted, having spent countless days and nights gathering intel for the corps.

Oh how she missed her ever astounding Flame Hashira, Kyojurou Rengoku.

One of the employees looked at Terumi, he knew she was exhausted. He knew she rarely slept, overworking herself harder than anyone else.

“Ojosama, pardon the intrusion. Someone is requesting a wisteria tea ceremony.”

Terumi rubbed her temples, ‘Can I ever catch a break?’

Rengoku stood with his hands behind his back, patiently waiting for Terumi to emerge from the back. When she did, he smiled, but his grin quickly faded. He could see the exhaustion in her eyes, she clearly hadn’t slept for days.

“Terumi-“ he started, “Kyojurou~ What a rare turn of events, the golden boy of the corps breaking a rule? How naughty of you.” Terumi teased as she looked at him with those beautiful, blue eyes.

Kyojurou shook his head, biting back a reply, “Perhaps, if it means I have the pleasure of seeing you.” he replied and took a step forward.

“Ah ah, you wouldn’t want to break another rule now, hm?” she replied whilst putting her hand up. Kyojurou huffed, so bossy, “Come on my sweet dove, it’s been months since I’ve seen you.”

Terumi sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose, “Kyojurou, I wasn’t expecting you.” The blonde shook his head, “And? Come now sweetheart.” Terumi looked at him with amusement but irritation.

She then turned to one of the employees, “Please watch the front while I’m gone.” one of them nodded and then tended to the other customers.

Terumi looked back at Kyojurou as he grinned, “Come on.” she replied and waved him back, Kyojurou followed behind her quickly.

When Kyojurou and Terumi entered the private room, the walls were thin, but then again, Kyojurou had missed his dove so dearly that he almost didn’t care about the noise.

“So, how was the mission?” Terumi replied to get him out of his thoughts, Kyojurou hummed, “It was successful.” He replied and then pulled her against him, nearly desperate to feel her flush against him.

Kyojurou nuzzled his face into her neck, “I missed you, princess.”

Terumi sighed and hugged him around his neck, “I missed you, Big owl. Here, I’ll make some snacks and we can cuddle for a while, how's that?”

Kyojurou’s hair fluffed when he smiled and kissed her cheek, “That sounds lovely.”

~~~

As the two sipped on some tea, Rengoku placed his tea down on the table, he looked at her face, noticing the bags under her eyes and it was obvious that she hadn’t slept in a long time, he let out a sigh, then spoke up.

“Sweetheart, you look exhausted, when was the last time you slept?”

Terumi rubbed her eyes as she sipped her tea, “Mmh. Not for a few days.”

Kyojurou’s eyes widened, and he quickly grabbed her shoulder gently and began to turn her body, so Terumi could face him fully,

“A few days? How long have you been awake, darling?! You need to get some sleep!” He breathed, his voice filled with worry as he voiced his concern for her.

“My flame, I’m perfectly fine, just more so focused on getting more intel for the corps.. you know how important it is.” Terumi replied gently, she knew he cared about her, but the corps were almost too important.

“Darling.. I know it’s important but please, your health is more concerning. You can’t just stay awake and tire yourself out. You need to take care of yourself too.”

Kyojurou replied, bringing his hand up and placing it on her cheek. He gently stroked it as he looked into her eyes that were still filled with nervousness and yearning for her to rest.

Terumi chewed on her pastry, “But-“

Kyojurou placed his finger on her lips, gently shushing her, he kept his hand on her cheek,

“No buts, my love. You need to sleep. You’re not taking care of yourself. You’re pushing your body too far.”

Terumi looked up at him, scooting closer, “Please.. just for a little while? You’ve been gone so long, and I really wanted to spend time with you…”

He looked down at her then brought his other hand so he was now cupping her face in his hands, he let out a small sigh,

“I know, I’ve been gone for a while, and I wanted to spend time with you too, my love.”

Terumi moved closer, pressing a small kiss to his cheek, “Please…? I promise I’ll sleep after…”

Rengoku felt her press a kiss to his cheek and he let out another sigh and placed one of his hands on her hips. Kyojurou gently pulled her closer, and looked down at her, while still holding her face with his free hand, his expression softened as he spoke,

“If I let you stay awake for a little longer, will you promise me you’ll sleep after? You’re not going to stay awake for another few days?”

“I promise…” Terumi’s gaze was sincere, meaningful, and genuine. She leaned closer as their noses were barely touching.

Kyojurou could feel her breath on his skin, after a moment of silence, and staring into her eyes, he spoke, his voice was soft and gentle,

“Alright, you can stay awake for a little while longer, my love. But,”

He reached down and grabbed her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers, his expression softened even more,

“I’m going to have to keep an eye on you. Make sure you actually keep your promise.”

Terumi let out a soft laugh and she booped his nose, “Aw, hubby… you can keep your eye on me in more ways than one.”

“Oh really now?” He replied, as he pushed her down slowly onto the mat and pinned her down under him. His larger body hovering over hers, Kyojurou looked down at her with a smirk on his face,

“You’re always teasing me, pigeon.”

Kyojurou looked into her sapphire eyes, those eyes always drew him in.

“Always so needy when we’re alone… But I am the only one~” He leaned to her ear, his breath tickling her skin, “who can see you like this~ right, dove?” he gently growled.

Terumi’s cheeks burned and she smiled, “So cheeky, hm?”

Rengoku watched as Terumi’s cheeks flushed and his heart leapt with joy. Unable to contain himself any longer, he closed the distance between them and pressed his lips passionately against hers. As her softness collided with his own, he let out a soft moan of pleasure.

Reaching out gently, Kyojurou traced the outline of Terumi’s hand, which still resided on the mat. In a hushed voice filled with emotion, he spoke once more, “Terumi... I've been wanting to kiss those sweet lips of yours, I couldn’t bear being away from you for long."

Terumi’s eyes softened and she brought her hand up and caressed his cheek, “Hubby… you make me so many things. Please, let us indulge in one another.”

As Kyojurou positioned himself between her legs, his fingers traced gently along Terumi’s inner thighs, the scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, and he couldn't help but grow even more eager. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting her. Kyojurou whispered, his voice trembling with barely-contained passion, “Please… Let me taste you, my sweet dove.”

Terumi looked up at her lover, her sapphire eyes meeting his golden ones, “You don’t need to ask… I need it, please.. Kyo.”

Kyojurou let out a soft growl and leaned to her neck, his lips gracing her pulse point, “You have no idea what you do to me, Terumi.”

Terumi moaned softly and let her arms snake around his neck, she kissed his temple. Kyojurou huffed and moved his arms around her legs and positioned her higher.

“Fuck.. you don’t know how much it irritates me, all of those people… looking at what’s mine. How I crave to make everyone aware who you belong to.”

His lips never left her pulse point and he tugged on the skin there with his teeth, beginning to suckle against her neck.

“Kyojurou-“ Terumi protested.

“No. You belong to me, people are going to know that.”

Terumi’s heart bruised her ribcage, she was playing with fire, and she knew that.

Kyojurou tugged her kimono aside and his hands fondled her breasts, his golden eyes met hers, he could see the doubt in her eyes.

“Sweet dove, do you trust me?”

Terumi let out a soft gasp feeling his lips lavish the soft buds of her nipples, “Y-Yes but-“

“Then submit to me, pretty girl, give in.”

Terumi’s eyes widened as he adjusted himself between her legs, “Come now my sweet dove, you can do it.”

Kyojurou covered her stomach with kisses, beautiful, lip marks decorated her skin.

She relaxed, her eyes fluttering, “That’s a good girl, my sweet pigeon.”

Terumi moaned softly, “K-Kyo- m-mmh-“

“Don’t be afraid darling, I want to hear you.”

Rengoku slowly crawled up her body, leaning in to nibble on her lower lip, teasingly asking, "Are you ready for more?"

His voice was husky with desire, his breath warm against her skin. The anticipation of what might come next was palpable in the air.

“Yes.. please.. stop teasing me… I want it.” Terumi whined, wiggling underneath him.

Kyojurou smiled and kissed her lips once and then continued kissing down the valley of her breasts, until he reached his destination.

Terumi’s eyes widened and Kyojurou adjusted her legs to rest on his shoulders, “M-Mmh-“

Kyojurou chuckled and kissed the insides of her thighs, “Breathe, my sweet love.”

Terumi didn’t realize her heart was pounding before she took in a few slow breaths. Kyojurou’s fingers tugged her panties away and breathed gently on her core.

The woman's eyes fluttered and she whined, “S-Stop teas-“

“Shhhh.”

With one last gentle kiss to her skin, Kyojurou began to explore her taste with his tongue. His tongue ran long stripes over her sweet pussy.

The feeling brought out squeals and gasps from his beautiful love, “K-Kyo- m-mmh-! Y-you’re- a-aah-!”

Kyojurou nipped at her sensitive spots, eliciting moans from her as he worked his magic. He nuzzled his face closer, guiding her pussy open so he could absolutely ravish her core.

His other hand found its way to her clit, teasing it expertly as he continued his oral exploration. The sounds of her pleasure filled the room, driving him even further into a frenzy of desire.

“W-wait- n-nngh- f-fuck- y-your- fingers- k-kyo-!” She whined, he knew this was her weakness. A woman's clit was the easiest way to bring her an orgasm, but he wanted to drag this out for the both of them.

“Mhm..” he groaned against her sex, his tongue working to move in different directions. Side to side, back and forth, all 50 yards.

Terumi was a moaning mess, her hair plastering to her cheeks, her thighs trembling against his shoulders.

“A-Almost- t-there-“ Terumi whined, Kyojurou smiled with his mouth still ravishing her sex, “Not yet darling.”

“W-wha- f-fuck-!” She huffed, Kyojurou had slowed his fingers just as she was getting close.

“Kyojurou- t-tha- that’s not funny-!”

The blonde grinned and pulled her flush closer, “Aw, my sweet girl, you know you love it.” He murmured and lifted his hand, replacing his middle finger with his thumb.

Terumi arched her back, squealing at the feeling.

Kyojurou guided her pussy wider while gently slipping his tongue into her slick, “H-Haa-ah-!” She whined as her eyes fluttered.

He chuckled and gently thrusted his tongue in and out of her sweet, delicate sex, “Mhm, you like that?”

“Y-yes- y-yes-!” The woman squealed as her legs shook against his shoulders.

Hearing her moans and feeling her body react to his touch, Kyojurou couldn't help but grow bolder. With one hand, he gently held her folds open while his tongue lavished her delicious core, feeling the heat and wetness that awaited him.

His thumb moved against Terumi’s clit, the speeds changing every so often, just to drag more moans out of her.

“H-Ha-! M-mmh-!”

“Cum for me, my sweet dove, come on, you can do it. Let go.”

He plundered her depths, claiming her as his own, as he drove her towards an unforgettable climax.

Her pussy tightened around his tongue as her thighs tensed, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.

The world around Terumi dissolved into a haze of pleasure as Kyojurou took control of her body and mind.

When Terumi got a hold of herself, she switched positions and looked up at her lover from between his legs, “I want to taste you, my big owl.. please..?”

Kyojuro's breath hitched as Terumi settled between his legs, the sight of her in that position stirring something deep within him. He watched intently as she approached, his body tensing with anticipation.

“Aw, my sweet pigeon, you want a taste?”

Terumi nodded and Kyojurou slipped off his uniform, “I do… daddy, please..?”

Kyojurou’s eyes flashed, that name drove him wild with desire, “You’re such a good girl for asking so nicely, baby. Go ahead.”

Terumi hummed and helped him free himself of his fundoshi, in doing so, Kyojurou groaned softly. Terumi moved closer and pressed her soft, plump lips to the tip of his cock.

The blonde growled, the sensation was beyond exhilarating, making his entire body tingle with anticipation. His cock twitched and hardened under her touch.

Terumi hummed and ran her tongue on the end before gently guiding his cock into her mouth, “Mmmh.” Kyojuro's eyes fluttered closed the sensation was overwhelmingly pleasurable, sending waves

Her warm and silky tongue caressed him where he felt most vulnerable, sending sparks of electricity down his spine.

Terumi started moving her head up and down slowly, sucking and licking his cock. Kyojuro's breath hitched as he felt her warm mouth engulfing him.

The slow sensual movements of her head going up and down, coupled with the soft licks and sucks, were driving him to the edge. The pleasure was entirely consuming, and he found himself losing track of time as he surrendered entirely to her touch.

Terumi let out a few soft moans while looking up at him and fluttering her eyes as she flexed her tongue.

Kyojurou’s hands gently grasped her hair as she worked her beautiful magic on his cock. The rhythmic movement sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't help but clench his fists tighter in anticipation.

The feeling of her warm wet mouth around his throbbing cock was exquisite, and he let out a soft whimper,

“N-Nngh- f-fuck- M-My Dove-“

Kyojurou’s hips jerked involuntarily as he pushed deeper into her throat.

Terumi didn’t let her pace weaken, the feeling of his long, hard cock sliding down her throat drove her wild, the woman's eyes fluttered as she relentlessly pleased her lover.

Kyojurou’s mouth hung open in awe, his eyes locked onto hers as he savored the sensation of her hot tongue swirling around his tip. He couldn't believe the intensity of this heightened pleasure he was experiencing, it’s like he was on cloud nine.

The blonde's hips rocked forward, pushing in and out of her throat, and he let out a rough groan. His hand reached down to gently grasp her head, pulling Terumi closer to him as he lost control and all sense of spatial awareness, “Terumi...", he panted, his voice rough and husky.

Terumi’s hand slipped between her legs as she sucked her lover's cock. Despite her focus on him, she couldn’t handle feeling no friction. Her clit ached, it needed something, anything.

Kyojurou’s eyes narrowed, his grip on her hair tightening instinctively. She knew she’d been caught.

The realization that she was pleasuring herself despite his own pleasure, sent a wave of possessive desire coursing through his veins. Kyojurou pulled Terumi away from his throbbing member, causing her to whine in disappointment.

"You're a naughty dove, aren't you?" Kyojurou purred, an annoyed gleam in his eyes, “And to think I was going to let you cum..” Kyojurou smacks his lips and looks down at her.

Terumi let out a soft gasp, she looked up at him, embarrassed, Kyojurou trailed his fingers down her cheek, stopping at her lips, “Now, you’re going to take my cock like the sweet pigeon you are, got it?”

“Y-Yes daddy..” Terumi whined and in a flash, the blonde had her pinned on her back. His golden eyes met her blue ones, “I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied.”

Terumi nodded quickly, she knew she was in trouble, but part of this excited her. With a soft smile, Kyojuro positioned himself at Terumi’s entrance and teased her with a gentle push, just barely pushing his tip inside of her.

“How does that feel, my dove?” The blonde looked down at her, his orange reddish eyes peering into her blue ones.

Licking her lips, Terumi gazed up at him with desire-filled eyes, She whimpered softly, “P-Please.. I-I need i-it-“ her body quivering with anticipation, Kyojurou chuckled as he held her chin, “Patience my sweet pigeon.”

Kyojurou murmured before slowly sinking inside her, taking her moan of pleasure as encouragement. Terumi’s heart raced with excitement, each push bringing an intensified rush of sensation and satisfaction.

Kyojurou intertwined their fingers, his hips began to move in a slow, sensual rhythm, each thrust sending ripples of desire throughout her body. Their eyes locked, sharing a moment of intense connection amidst their passionate embrace.

“M-mmgh- b-big o-owl- I-i-“ Terumi gasped out, Kyojurou kissed her forehead, “Tell me love, tell me how my cock makes you feel.”

“I-it’s s-so b-big-“ She whined and gasped, arching her back, Terumi absolutely loved his cock, the way it filled her, stretching her expertly.

"Oh, you like that?" Kyojurou asked, his voice thick with desire. His cock pulsed inside her, filling her completely. “Y-Yes-“ Terumi moaned, Kyojurou leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, their tongues dancing wildly as he continued his relentless pace.

Terumi moaned into the kiss, her hips bucking against him unconsciously. The feeling of being so completely claimed was overwhelmingly euphoric, and she found herself lost in the sensation.

She moaned against his mouth while her back arched, “P-please-“ "Shh…” Kyojurou replied, “I know what you crave my love, I’ve memorized your body by heart.”

With each powerful thrust, he drove deeper into her core, claiming her as his own, “My cock makes you feel like heaven, right?” Terumi’s eyes fluttered, “Y-Yes-“ Her pussy tightened around him, the feeling exquisite, Kyojurou couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure. “F-Fuck.”

In a flash, Kyojurou instantly held her hips and rolled over, settling the woman on his lap, his cock still nuzzled deep inside her, “Now you’re going to be a good, sweet dove, and ride my cock like you mean it, hm?”

Terumi gasped and the position changed rocked her senses, “I-I will, i-i’ll make y-you feel good- d-daddy-“

Kyojurou hummed and rested his hands on her hips, Terumi leaned forward, to keep herself upright, placing her hands on his chest. She slowly started grinding on his cock, her boobs bouncing because of the pace.

The women's movements sent waves of pleasure through Kyojurou’s body, her juices coating his length as she impaled herself on him with each thrust, “You're so tight. Let me watch you come apart like this.” He murmured and moved his hands to caress her breasts as she whined and squealed.

Terumi gasped, moaning his name as she tilted her head back, watching her body react to his touch, Kyojuro's eyes darkened with lust as he growled low in his throat.

The feeling of her pussy tightening around his cock sends shivers down his spine. The sounds of skin against skin fill the room, heightening the sensual experience.

“F-Fuck… you’re incredible, baby…”

Terumi’s eyebrows pinched and her glasses slipped to the end of her nose as she bounced, the feeling heavenly, “I-I wanna m-make you s-see s-stars-“

The woman was a moaning mess, her hair plastered to her cheeks, her face red from pleasure, “Who do you belong to, pigeon?”

Terumi’s breath caught in her throat as Kyojurou’s hands went to her ass, “Y-You-!” Kyojurou huffed, his chest heaving, “Say my name.” Terumi whined, “K-Kyojurou-!”

The blonde hummed in acceptance, but he still wasn’t satisfied, “Scream it.” Terumi took a few deep breaths, before letting out an echoing scream, “K-KYOJUROU-!”

He chuckled and swatted her ass, “Such a good fucking girl, you’re mine, and everyone is going to know it.”

As Terumi rode him, she began to pick up speed, her movements fluid and graceful. Her breasts sway with each thrust, her hard nipples evident in the coolness of the room.

The sight of her in ecstasy ignites something primal within him. He took hold of her hips, guiding her movements, and growls low in his throat, “You’re a mess, being a naughty slut for my cock, hm? You almost sound desperate.”

Smack

His strong hand swatted her ass once more, releasing a whine from Terumi, “Mmh!”

Kyojurou took this instant to pull her forward so he could nuzzle his face between her breasts, his hands resting on her ass as he started pounding up into her, “You feel perfect, pigeon, absolutely fucking perfect…”

The warmth of her skin against his face sends shivers down Kyojurou’s spine. Her moans and whimpers only intensify his desire for her. As he nuzzles between her breasts, he growls low in his throat once again, this time more animalistic than before. His hips snap forward powerfully, driving his cock deeper into Terumi with each thrust.

“D-Daddy-! P-please-! S-slow-!” Terumi choked at his sudden change of pace.

Kyojurou held her thighs and continued pounding up into her mercilessly, his grip on Terumi’s body tightens as he snaps his hips, pumping into her with unbridled passion.

The sound of their skin slapping together echoes in the room, punctuated by Terumi’s high-pitched cries of pleasure. Sweat drips from Kyojurou’s forehead, mixing with hers as he loses himself in the heat of the moment.

Terumi cried out, hugging his shoulders as he breathed and panted into the valley of her breasts, kyojurou’s hips snap faster as he reached up to gently tug at Terumi’s hair, pulling her head back just enough to capture her gaze.

With each forceful thrust, the tip of his cock brushes against a sensitive spot inside her, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she tries to hold on through the tremendous waves of pleasure that wash over her.

Keep hitting that spot… please…

Their sweaty bodies slick with desire as they grind against each other in a frenzy of passion. Every thrust sends jolts of pleasure coursing through their bodies, amplifying the intensity of their encounter.

Terumi’s nails dig deeper into Kyojuro's shoulders, her grip matching his ferocity as she meets him stroke for stroke. Her lips part, and she lets out a long, shuddering moan, feeling the fire within her build to a fever pitch.

“Haaaaa-ah-!”

“Fuck… fuck fuck… my sweet pigeon…”

Kyojurou felt her pussy starting to twitch and he knew she was getting close.

“Not yet.” He growled, Terumi felt herself getting close, when he rolled over, Kyojurou flipped her onto her back, he guided her arms around his neck and her legs around his torso.

His hot breath sends shivers down her spine while the rough slap of his hips against her body made her toes curl. Terumi grip him tighter, arching her back in response to the incredible sensations coursing through her.

“D-dont stop p-please-“ Terumi pleaded, kyojurou quickened the pace, slamming into her harder, his warmth spreading throughout her body as she could feel the tip of his cock brush against her g spot.

“Please please-“ she whined into his ears as her nails dug into his back. With a deep groan, Kyojurou continued thrusting into Terumi with a rougher rhythm, his breathing growing more labored as he lost control.

His cock begged for release, but he wanted them to climax together, he needed them to finish together, to reach that peak.

Gasping for air, Terumi writhed beneath him, greedily sucking on his tongue as kyojurou captured her lips as he continued thrusting.

With each powerful thrust, she could feel the head of his shaft graze against her sensitive flesh, teasing and taunting her as his juices began to coat the inside of her walls.

Kyojurou’s hips snap forward, pushing deeper into Terumi, his strength waning as pleasure overwhelmed him, her moans driving him wild.

Terumi bit down on his lip, tasting the salty sweetness of his skin as he continued to ravage her lips, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

A sharp cry escaped my throat as she felt her orgasm building up, her nails biting into his shoulders as she rode out the intense pleasure, her pussy clenching tightly around his cock in sync with each thrust.

Kyojurou felt Terumi’s body tense up beneath him, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his own climax.

“Almost there.. you can take it pigeon.. let's finish together, hm..?”

“P-Please.. i-i need you to fill me up… to the brink…”

Kyojurou’s eyes softened as he moved, “truly?” Terumi nodded as she panted, hugging him close, “Yes..”

He captured her lips, his tongue tangling with hers as he quickened his thrusts, his strokes powerful. Terumi cried out his name, not caring who heard her.

He growled softly, he loved when she screamed like that, he was losing himself in their passionate embrace.

With one last powerful thrust, he let out a long, deep moan as his release poured into Terumi’s pussy. Their hearts pounded together in unison, skin slick with sweat and passion.

Terumi’s nails dug into his skin as he held her close, his manhood twitching within her. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and satisfied moans.

As their movements slowed, their pants and gasps filling the air, their chests rose and fell in unison, their hearts racing wildly.

Kyojurou collapsed onto Terumi’s chest, his breathing labored as she clung to him tightly, her body trembling from the aftershocks of their passionate encounter.

He wrapped his arms around her gently, his hand softly running through her hair as he nuzzled his face into her neck, their bodies still joined.

“That was incredible… my sweet pigeon, I didn’t hurt you, did I…?”

The blonde asked, looking into his loves eyes, “Not at all my flame, that was perfect.”

Kyojurou smiled and kissed her forehead, “You were perfect, let me go fetch some towels to clean you up, okay?”

Terumi nodded and he kissed her forehead again before easing himself out of her and leaving her side quickly.

Terumi watched him go, her heart still racing from the intensity of their lovemaking. As she caught her breath, she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. The warmth of his body still lingering on her skin, his scent filled her nostrils.

When he returned, Kyojurou kneeled, tenderly wiping away any remaining traces of their passion. He pressed kisses to her arms, legs, and thighs as he ran the cloth against her skin.

Terumi closed her eyes, savoring the intimate moment as he took care of her. Kyojurou then left to fetch some water, and some small pastries.

“Dove, please drink some water and eat something small before we rest.”

Terumi nodded and he helped her sit up, helping her drink some of the water, and she eventually nibbled on the pastry.

Kyojurou settled behind her and gently massaged her shoulders as he peppered her neck in kisses. Even in the comfortable silence, he hummed as he relaxed her tense shoulders.

Terumi looked up at him, a soft smile on her lips as she felt the warmth of his touch. He was still so tender and caring with her, even after our passionate encounter.

She reached out to trace the lines of his face, his jaw firm beneath her fingers.

Their eyes locked, their hearts synchronized as they shared this moment together. They let the world around them fade away, losing themselves in one anothers love.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead and held her close. Soon, Kyojurou guided her to lay with him after retrieving some clean sheets and blankets.

As they laid together, she couldn't help but feel at peace with him. The warmth of his body was comforting, and she buried her face in his chest, inhaling deeply.

She couldn't get enough of the unique scent that was Kyojurou. It was intoxicating, and it made her feel safe and loved. "You really are amazing," she murmured, running her fingers through his hair. He smiled softly as she spoke, his heart warming at her words.

He wrapped an arm around her, holding her close as he felt her lips against his chest. The feeling of her skin against his was electric, and he couldn't help but let out a contented sigh.

He couldn't help but marvel at how perfect she felt in his arms. It was as if they were meant to be together, destined for this kind of love and intimacy.

“I love you, my sweet dove.”

“I love you, my flame.”

And with that, the couple slowly fell asleep in the embrace of one another.

Commission for Hono.Hato over on IG, thank you for commissioning me ☺️🩵

[snowhashiraamiya]

KYOJUROU RENGOKU X ORIGINAL CHARACTER (OC) FANFICTION

Tornado of Opposites

WARNING: This fanfiction may consist of topics and scenes inappropriate for readers under 18.

Consists of: Sexual Trauma, Assault, PTSD, Cursing, Bodily injuries, Death, Suicide attempt.

⚠️View with Caution⚠️

➡️THERE WILL BE WARNINGS BEFORE EACH CHAPTER, PLEASE VIEW BEFORE CONTINUING⬅️

⚠️ Mission, Anxiety, Nervousness⚠️

Chapter 14: Departed

Kyojurou’s POV

The months had passed in a blur of routine and domesticity. Amiya and Kyojurou had settled into a comfortable rhythm within their homes. The sound of birds chirping outside the bedroom window became a familiar and soothing morning melody.

As light streamed into the room, Kyojurou's eyes slowly fluttered open, his gaze flicking to the open window and then to the empty space beside him. A small pang of disappointment filled his heart as he reached out and felt the cold, empty space where she was supposed to be.

“I promise, please don’t fret. I’ll return soon.” Amiya’s voice trailed in his head from the night before. Last night she’d left abruptly for a mission.

Kyojurou nodded to himself as he recalled her voice from last night, her words reassuring him that she’d be back soon. Yet, he couldn't help but feel a pang of worry and anxiety deep within his chest.

The idea of her being on a mission, facing potential dangers without him, sent a shiver down his spine.

Kyojurou sat up in bed, running a hand through his messy hair, his eyes glancing once again as he took in the empty space beside him.

"Please come back safely," he whispered to himself.

~~~

Amiya’s POV

Meanwhile, Amiya had arrived at the location of her mission. A village about a day’s travel from HQ.

The sun was setting, casting a warm, orange glow over the surroundings. She took a calming breath, mentally preparing herself for the task at hand. A lower rank? She’s done this before.

The weight of the duty entrusted to Amiya weighed heavily on her shoulders, yet she was determined to fulfill her mission and return home safely.

To return to him.

To Kyojurou

Her love.

The thoughts and anxieties continued to swirl within her mind, consuming her focus. The relentless pounding of her heart echoed in her ears, each beat punctuated by a wave of intense emotion.

Amiya knew the importance of staying calm and focused, working to regulate her breathing. But the weight of the situation and her own feelings made it quite difficult to quiet her racing thoughts.

“Chiminosa-San!!”

The sound of her comrade's voice cut through the fog of her thoughts like a knife, jolting Amiya back to the present moment. She quickly shook her head, mentally berating herself for allowing her focus to waver. Amiya turned to face her comrade, forcing a smile onto her face.

"Apologies!”

As Amiya ran alongside her comrade, the wind whistled past her ears. She focused on the sound of her breathing and the rhythmic pounding of her feet against the ground. Her mind began to refocus, the thoughts and worries slowly fading to the background as Amiya channeled her energy into the mission at hand.

The sudden chill that ran down Amiya’s spine was like an alarm, alerting her of the approaching danger. Her instincts locked in, her senses heightened as Amiya continued to run alongside her comrades.

She instinctively slowed to a halt, her ice blue eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any signs of the source of that chill.

Amiya took a few deep, calming breaths, a musky demon scent seemed to hang over her senses. Her instincts were screaming at her, warning her that something was indeed not right.

Yet, she couldn’t pinpoint its origin.

As the scent filled Amiya’s lungs, she let out a cough, alerting her comrades of the incoming danger.

“Be on your guard.”

The slayers that ran with her nodded in agreement, their expressions serious and focused.

“We trust you, Chiminosa-San.” one of them replied, and yet, Amiya could hear the tension in his voice.

“Split up in pairs, cover more ground and use your crows for communication. Should you come across a demon, battle it accordingly and alert as many slayers around you as you can.” Amiya replied and looked around, “I’ll be going on up ahead.”

Her comrades nodded in response to Amiya’s instructions, their expressions stern and aware. Each of the pairs split off, peeling into different directions, their eyes scanning their surroundings anxiously.

As Amiya announced her intentions to press forward on her own, the slayer who had called out to her earlier, spoke up, concern etched on his face, “Chiminosa-San? Are you sure you want to go alone? It’s dangerous…”

“Unfortunately, danger is apart of this job. There will never be a moment of peace, until Kibutsuji is defeated. Plus, we need more ground covered, I’ll be fine.” She replied calmly, understanding the slayer’s concerns.

Her words were steady and gentle, showing no hint of doubt or fear. The slayer nodded, reluctantly accepting the snow hashira’s decision.

“Just… be careful, alright? We’ve lost way too many good people already, we can’t afford to lose you too.”

Amiya turned to the boy and gave him a thumbs up, “I got this.”

Her smile and reassurance drew a small laugh from the slayer, a hint of relief crossing his face. The sight of Amiya’s confidence and optimism calmed his nerves, even if it was just a little bit.

“You sure do,” he replied, a smile still on his lips, “Go kick some demon ass, Chiminosa-San.”

Amiya nodded, smiling, and in a flash, she was gone.

Two of her comrades stood in a stunned silence as they watched her disappear like lightning, their eyes wide in disbelief.

One of them let out a low whistle, shaking his head in amazement, “She’s beautiful, fast, and focused.”

The other slayer rolled his eyes, “I mean, she’s a hashira,” he replied, “She’s bound to be fast, and, easy there. I heard she’s in a relationship with the flame hashira, and, apparently he’s super protective over her.”

The other slayers eyes widened, Rengoku? Rengoku Kyojurou?! No way!! The slayer hung his head, “She’s still pretty..”

The first slayer shook his head, “Yeah loverboy. Come on, we shouldn’t let her down.”

The other slayer nodded in agreement, their eyes still lingering on the spot where Amiya had disappeared.

They knew her speed and skills were some of the reasons she had rose to the rank of a hashira, and they trusted her abilities.

Eventually, they turned away together and resumed their assigned duties, their thoughts now filled with a mix of awe and admiration, but also a hint of anxiety for the snow hashira’s well being.

FINALLY, a new chapter! Oop 🫢 get ready for a dive, friends 🩵

[snowhashiraamiya]

Reassurance

Kyojurou Rengoku x Amiya Chiminosa (oc)

➡️Talk of sexual content ahead⬅️

Setting: It’s based off of Amiya, a virgin, who is scared to indulge in physical passion with Kyojurou, because she’s too scared of it hurting, not being able to pleasure him, and not being able to fulfill his needs and desires.

Word count: 1,922

As the hours passed, Kyojurou fell into a peaceful sleep, the sound of his steady breathing filling the room. Meanwhile, Amiya sat in front of the fire, still naked and shivering. The flames danced in her eyes as she bent her head over the notebook in her lap, the pen scratching against the paper as she wrote whatever came to her mind.

While the fire burned, casting a warm glow across the room, Kyojurou slowly stirred, awakening from his deep sleep. He opened his eyes and immediately sought out her form, his gaze landing on her figure sitting in front of the fire, still naked and absorbed in her writing.

Amiya was curled up, her knees against her chest, feeling the warm flames against her skin, her hand flying like lightning over the paper as she wrote her thoughts.

Kyojurou pushed himself up on one elbow, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and taking stock of the dimly lit surroundings. The only sources of light in the room were coming from the jacuzzi and the fireplace, casting a soft and flickering glow over the area. He sat up all the way, still groggy from sleep, and called out to her softly.

"Amiya, my love...? What are you doing up so late?"

She didn’t move, continuing to write quietly. Her mind was so focused on the paper in front of her, his voice didn’t reach her. His voice sounded muffled almost.

Kyojurou watched her for a moment as she continued to write, her focus solely on the notebook in her lap. When she didn't respond to his question, he realized she probably hadn't heard him. He pushed back the blankets, revealing his naked form, and got out of bed, padding across the room toward her.

Amiya kept her back to him, unaware of his approaching figure, her body felt like it was on fire, and her wrist and hand ached from the constant pressure of writing.

Kyojurou sat down behind Amiya, his naked body radiating heat in the cool air as he settled in behind her. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back as he looked over her shoulder at what she was writing, curiously trying to catch a glimpse of what she was so absorbed in.

“I want to feel him.. I want to kiss him.. to let him touch and indulge in me and my body.. but I’m so scared.. What if it hurts..? What if I back out..? What if I disappoint him..?” The page was filled with continuous what ifs, random thoughts as Amiya continued scribbling. Kyojurou’s eyes peeked over her shoulder as he read.

Kyojurou's eyes scanned the page as he read her words, his heart pounding in his chest. His hand came to rest on her hip, gently caressing the soft skin as he took in her thoughts. He could see the mixture of longing and fear, the desire and the uncertainty. It made him want to soothe her worries and banish her doubts, to show her just how much he wanted her in every way.

His voice was a low rumble over her shoulder as he spoke, his lips near her ear.

"Sweetheart..."

Amiya shivered and continued writing, “It’s this.. burning need in my belly.. it’s.. a need.. but I.. I just..”

Kyojurou continued to read, his hand still caressing her hip as he soaked in her words. The way she described the burning need in her belly, the way she longed for him but was too scared to act on it...it touched something deep inside him.

He leaned in closer, his body pressing against hers from behind as he spoke, his voice a low, intimate whisper.

"Keep going, darling. Tell me what you want...what your body craves..."

For a moment, Kyojurou gently leaned away and turned on a speaker, turning on some soft music. Amiya continued scribbling, “I need it.. but I.. I’m so scared..what if he doesn’t like the way I feel when I’m wrapped around him..? What if he sees me cry..? What if he blames himself..? What if he gets mad that I’m a virgin..?” She continued to write as he read the pages.

Kyojurou watched as she wrote her thoughts, his heart clenching in his chest as he read her fears and doubts. He felt a rush of emotion at her words, realizing the depth of her vulnerability. He was struck by the way she was so concerned about his reaction, how she worried that he would judge her for her inexperience, or that he would be upset with her.

The music played softly in the background as he reached out and gently placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch gentle and soothing.

"Amiya, darling flame..."

Tears filled her eyes as Amiya continued scribbling, “It’s so hard.. I need him so bad.. I want to be able to fulfill his needs, wants and desires.. but I’m so ashamed for being so inexperienced..” She continued writing, her heart aching at all the emotions she was feeling at once.

Kyojurou's heart ached as he read her words, seeing the tears well up in her eyes. He felt the weight of her insecurity, the shame she felt about being inexperienced and how she desperately wanted to please him. He wanted to reach out and comfort her, to alleviate her worries and assure her that he would never judge her for her inexperience or her fears.

He slowly took the notebook and pen from her, setting them aside before gently turning her to face him.

Amiya kept her eyes on her hands as tears threatened at her waterline, ‘what if I truly wasn’t good enough for his desires..? His physical needs..?’

Kyojurou reached out and gently took hold of her chin, using a gentle touch to lift her face so that she would look at him. He saw the tears in her eyes, the fear and doubt written across her features. It pained him to see her doubt herself like this, to think that she wasn’t good enough, or that she wouldn’t be able to meet his desires.

"Amiya...look at me. Look me in the eyes."

Amiya’s eyes looked into his, anxiety, nervousness, fear, and a deep look of desire and need filled her eyes as she looked up into his golden hues, her bottom lip quivering.

Kyojurou's heart ached as he looked into her eyes, seeing the mixture of emotions swirling within. The fear, the anxiety, the nervousness...but also that deep look of desire and need. It made his blood burn hot in his veins, knowing that she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

"Sweetheart...do you really think I could ever be disappointed in you? Do you really think I care about whether you’re experienced or not?"

Amiya’s eyes softened and dampened with tears as she hung her head low and slowly nodded. It was so hard to believe, she wanted desperately to be able to please him, and have a mutual connection with him physically.

Kyojurou’s expression softened as he noticed the tears slipping down her face. He reached up to caress her cheek, gently wiping the tears away with his thumb.

"Oh, my love...don’t cry. I don’t want you to doubt yourself like this. I don’t care about your experience or lack thereof. I only care about you, the way you make me feel...the way you look at me with that fire in your eyes."

Amiya’s teeth held in her bottom lip, to hopefully rid her of the trembling, and the quivers of her body and lips, but it simply seemed impossible. How could she ever truly know?

Kyojurou’s heart clenched in his chest at the sight of her quivering lip and the tears threatening to break free. He couldn’t stand seeing her like this.

"Shhh…it’s alright, baby. Don’t hold back. Let it out."

He pulled her closer, guiding her head to rest against his chest, his hand gently rubbing her back in comforting circles.

Amiya’s shoulders shook from the emotions she struggled to keep hidden, her heart was pounding as she sobbed. Her breath was panicked, coming out as soft hissed between her teeth and bottom lip.

Kyojurou held her against his chest, feeling her body shake against his as the tears fell. He continued to soothe her by rubbing comforting circles on her back, trying to provide what comfort he could. His chin rested on the top of her head, his arms wrapped tightly around her.

"It’s alright, my love. Let it out. I got you. I’m right here."

Amiya was so scared.. scared that it would hurt… that she wouldn’t be able to welcome him into her body like a normal woman can.. she felt abnormal, almost like an alien.

Kyojurou could sense her fear and insecurity, the way she seemed to shrink in his arms as if she were trying to make herself smaller. He could only imagine the thoughts going through her mind, the worries and doubts that were consuming her.

"Shhh... don’t think about those things, sweetheart. Don’t think that you’re abnormal or that you won’t be able to fulfill my desires. You are not wrong. You are perfect, just the way you are."

Amiya looked up into his eyes searching desperately for some sort of malice, something. Anything to tell her that her doubts were right, that her fears were true. That she should be scared.

Kyojurou met her gaze, his golden eyes locking onto hers. Yet there was no malice or mockery in his look, only tenderness and understanding. He saw the desperation and fear in her eyes and wanted to soothe her doubts, to help her see herself the way he saw her.

"Sweetheart...I want you so badly, and the thought that you’d think I’d be disappointed in you...it breaks my heart."

Amiya’s eyes softened and her beautiful features twisted in emotion, threatening to let her walls break down before him.

Kyojurou continued to hold Amiya against his chest, his heart clenching at the sight of her beautiful features twisting with emotion. He stroked her hair gently, trying to soothe her as he spoke softly.

"Please, sweetheart. Don’t look at me like that. Don’t look at me with a face full of fear and doubt. I don’t want you to feel like you’re not enough for me. You’re everything I want and more."

More tears slipped down her cheeks as Amiya’s bottom lip quivered as she looked down.

Seeing the tears slipping down her cheeks and her lip still quivering, Kyojurou’s heart ached in his chest. He lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to look at him again.

"My love...look at me. Don’t hide those beautiful eyes from me. I want to see you, all of you. Don’t be afraid to show me your emotions. I want to know what you’re feeling."

She looked up into his eyes, he’d seen the need in her eyes, the desire, but also the fear, the turmoil. The internal battle, as her body fought for one, and her brain fought for the other.

Kyojurou saw the need and desire in her eyes, but also the fear, and it made his heart ache. He could see how conflicted she was, how much she wanted him but she was scared. Terrified.

"Tell me what you’re afraid of, snowflake. I can see it in your eyes. Don’t be afraid to tell me. I want to make you feel safe with me."

Hey friends, it’s time for a filler post 🩵

I don’t have motivation to post a chapter, so work with this one shot for now 🩵

Much love 🩵

[snowhashiraamiya]

KYOJUROU RENGOKU X ORIGINAL CHARACTER (OC) FANFICTION

Tornado of Opposites

WARNING: This fanfiction may consist of topics and scenes inappropriate for readers under 18.

Consists of: Sexual Trauma, Assault, PTSD, Cursing, Bodily injuries, Death, Suicide attempt.

There are no warnings for this chapter, proceed accordingly 🩵

Chapter 13: Beautiful Features

Kyojurou's eyes slowly fluttered open, the sound of soft, steady breathing filling the quiet room. His gaze flicked to the window, the soft, early morning light filtering through, the sky slowly turning a soft, rosy hue.

He sat up slowly, stretching his stiff limbs, a yawn escaping his lips, as he looked around the room, his gaze settling on her, sleeping peacefully beside him.

Kyojurou’s eyes scanned the room, taking in the beautiful surroundings before his gaze returned to Amiya, her sleeping form a sight of comfort and familiarity.

He gently brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face, an unconscious smile playing on his lips.

He slowly and quietly slid out of the bed, the cool hardwood floor beneath his feet. Without disturbing her, he made his way towards the closet and started getting dressed.

Amiya squirmed slightly in her sleep, reaching out to him unconsciously. Kyojurou chuckled softly to himself as he noticed her reaching for him in her sleep.

He slowly approached the bed, a fond smile on his lips as he watched her for a moment, basking in the presence of her beautiful body.

Kyojurou gently sat down on the edge of the bed, admiring her peaceful sleeping form before reaching out and gently caressing her cheek.

“Amiya, my sweet.”

As Kyojurou spoke to her, Amiya’s eyes fluttered, her body slowly waking up, her limbs stretching as a soft whine left her lips.

His smile widened as he observed her eyelids slowly opening, a soft mumbling sound escaping her lips. He continued caressing her cheek gently, his eyes filled with fondness.

"Good morning, my love." He murmured, his voice quiet and tender.

“Mmh.. morning..” She sleepily mumbled, bringing her hands to her eyes, slowly rubbing them.

Kyojurou chuckled softly as he continued to caress her cheek, watching Amiya rub her eyes as she slowly woke up. He spoke quietly, his voice filled with affection and tenderness.

"Did you sleep well, my beautiful one?"

Amiya nodded and slowly sat up, her upper half bare completely exposed to Kyojurou as she rubbed her eyes.

Her beautiful, cherry red hair tousled down her shoulders, frizzy and ruffled from the activities from the night before.

Kyojurou's breath caught in his throat as she sat up, the sight of her bare upper half exposed to him in the early morning light took his breath away.

His gaze raked over her form, his eyes tracing every contour and curve, his heart skipping a beat at the sight.

He swallowed hard, his voice a soft murmur as he spoke, “Amiya.. my sweet.”

She looked up to him, still in the process of waking up, “Mmh?”

Kyojurou leaned forward and held her chin in his fingertips, “You are absolutely breathtaking..”

Amiya’s eyes widened and a soft blush covered her cheeks as she looked away, turning her head to the side.

Kyojurou's heart swelled with affection as he watched the blush spread across her cheeks, the sight of her shy reaction to his compliment only making her more alluring to him.

He smiled softly, his hand slowly pulled her chin, bringing her gaze back to meet his. He spoke gently, his voice filled with affection and awe.

"Don’t look away. Let me see your beautiful face."

Amiya let out a nervous breath, quickly changing the subject as she looked up into his golden hues, “Breakfast?”

Kyojurou chuckled softly as she wiggled and looked up at him, his heart melting at her adorable gesture. His hand gently caressed her chin, his thumb gently tracing the contour of her lower lip.

He smiled warmly and nodded, his voice a gentle murmur,

"Breakfast sounds perfect. But first,"

He leaned in slightly, bringing his face closer to hers, his breath warm against her skin.

"I want a kiss from my beautiful love."

Amiya let out a gentle gasp and closed her eyes, nodding.

Kyojurou smiled, his hands moved from her chin to gently cup her cheeks, his other hand slowly snaking around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

He leaned in further, his lips barely a millimeter away from hers, his voice a whispered exhale, “May I, my love?"

“You may..” Amiya murmured in return and tilted her head to the side, her heart was pounding roughly against her ribs.

Kyojurou's heart skipped a beat as she gave him permission to capture her lips with his own. The anticipation was almost too much, his own heart thudding loudly in his chest as he closed the gap between the two of them.

His lips met hers in a gentle, tender kiss, his hands on her cheeks holding her firmly yet tenderly in place.

After a few minutes of soft kisses and touching, they dressed and Kyojurou carried her to the kitchen, setting her on the counter.

The two of them chatted while he made some eggs, bacon, and poured each of them a glass of water.

When they settled down together, Kyojurou smiled at his love, the woman that made his heart thud, and made his knees weak.

Amiya pulled her hair back into a ponytail as she ate quietly and smiled at him. Kyojurou rubbed her head and kissed her hair,

“I love you..”

Amiya smiled,

“And I love you.”

🩵 Shorter chapter this week because of last weeks super long chapter 🩵

[snowhashiraamiya]

KYOJUROU RENGOKU X ORIGINAL CHARACTER (OC) FANFICTION

Tornado of Opposites

WARNING: This fanfiction may consist of topics and scenes inappropriate for readers under 18.

Consists of: Sexual Trauma, Assault, PTSD, Cursing, Bodily injuries, Death, Suicide attempt.

⚠️Proceed with caution⚠️

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Sexual content, Smut, Bodily fluids

Chapter 12: You’re my first

Kyojurou carried her to the bedroom, his arms holding Amiya tightly, his body craving her touch. The feel of her arms around his neck, the press of her body against his, was driving him wild.

What had gotten into him?

He gently laid her down on the bed, his body covering hers as he dipped his head to claim her lips again. This feeling was so intense.. it felt natural, it felt right.. like two puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly.

Slowly, Amiya’s hands trailed down his uniform, unclasping the buttons as she went, it sent a shiver through him, this was right, it had to be.

He let out a low groan as she pushed his shirt off of his shoulders and his hands left her briefly to toss his button up aside. Amiya lifted her hips and he tugged her skirt down, while his fingers pressed and massaged her skin.

His eyes took in the sight of her bare skin.. she was beautiful, radiant.. like anything he’d ever dreamed.

She propped herself on her elbows and leaned up to him, connecting their lips again, her chubby body spilling before him. Her tummy was trembling just barely and her breasts spilled into her underarms.

“Fuck.. you’re so beautiful..” He growled and latched his lips to her neck again as he moaned gently.

His hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the slope of her stomach, his touch filled with a mix of admiration and desire.

Amiya looked up at him, a little uncertain, her biggest insecurity was indeed the way her body looked, how scars nagged at her skin, from years of demon slaying.

Kyojurou let out a low, appreciative hum as she tilted her head, giving him more access to her neck. His hands continued to roam over her body, his fingers tracing the soft curves and valleys of her skin, his lips trailing gently over her pulse point.

"Absolutely," he murmured against her skin, his breath warm against her ear. “Every inch of you… ravishing."

“Even if..” she gently protested and looked down as his mouth traveled down her chest and stomach.

Kyojurou heard the hesitation in her voice, felt it in the way her body tensed slightly, and he understood what she was referring to. He continued his path down her tummy, his lips leaving soft, gentle kisses as he went.

He pulled back for a moment, looking up at her with a mix of tenderness and desire in his eyes. "Even if… what? Say it.. darling.”

Amiya felt her breath catch in her throat, those eyes, those beautiful eyes, one glance and she felt like a puddle on the floor, “Even if I’m.. chubby..?”

Kyojurou paused for a moment, his eyes flickering over her body once more, taking in her curves, her soft flesh, the way her body spilled over his hands as he held her. He smiled softly and let out a low chuckle against her skin.

"You're not chubby," he murmured, his lips returning to her thighs, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake. “You're perfect. Soft in all the right places."

She gasped, he was barely touching her, and she simple felt her body trembling in pleasure, just at the tone of his voice.

Kyojurou chuckled, moving his hands to her knees, “Allow me to worship you tonight, darling. Please?”

Amiya took in a few deep breaths, “I’ve.. never done this before..”

Kyojurou’s eyes widened, a lick of shock and possessiveness filled his pupils, “No one has ever touched you like this?”

She shook her head and looked away, for some reason, she felt ashamed.. she just couldn’t ever bring herself to give her body to another, to trust her body with someone else.

He crawled back up her body and moved his hands on either side of her head, “Look at me, Amiya.”

Her heart raced as she gently peeked up into his golden hues, “There you are.” he murmured and leaned down, kissing her mouth again, passionately but so slowly and carefully.

As their lips collided, Amiya felt her heart thumping deep in her chest, his lips.. each caress made her body tremble.

“Do you trust me, my dove?”

She opened her eyes to his words, not seeing any malice or anger within them.. but love, care, and compassion, with a nick of desire.

“I do..”

He smiled and caressed her cheek, whilst pressing a kiss to her forehead, “I promise to take care of you tonight, I will cherish you, and make you feel things you’ve never experienced before.”

Her eyes softened as she looked up at him, “But, if I do anything that harms you, you need to communicate with me, Okay?”

Her heart raced as her eyes searched his once more, “I promise..”

He kissed her lips once more, and then traveled down her body, his lips leaving trails of heat as he went. Amiya felt her heart pounding as his hands gently peeled her legs open.

Kyojurou let out a soft growl, the scent of her arousal easily filling his nostrils, “Gods.. you smell incredible, darling.” His pupils blew slightly as his hands gently squeezed her thighs.

Amiya squealed and her body trembled just a little bit as he leaned down and tugged her panties aside with his teeth, “You don’t know how difficult it is for me to keep myself from losing control, my sweet.”

Her back arched slightly and he lifted her hips so he could slip her panties off. Once he tossed them to the side, he rested on his stomach between her thighs, and lifted her legs on his shoulders.

She was beautiful, like an angel, gasping and wiggling in the bare amount of pleasure he was giving her.

Kyojurou reached his arms around her thighs and pulled her closer with him, “Don’t hold back, darling. I want to hear each and every sound I can draw out of that pretty mouth of yours.”

Her eyes widened as he leaned closer and let out his tongue to trace a long, slow stripe up her slit, just teasing her. Automatically, her head tilted back and she let out a soft whine, “A-aaah-“

Kyojurou grinned against her entrance and looked into her eyes, her hands went to his head and tangled with his golden locks of hair.

As she tugged, it sent a strike of pleasure through his body, he let out a growl, sending vibrations through her as his tongue continued to work.

His lips and breath adding to the sensation, the pleasure coursing through her. His strong, calloused hands held her thighs that pressed gently around his head, his fingers dug in ever so slightly, just enough to let her know he was aware of her reactions.

Amiya arched her back and her eyes fluttered in pleasure, “K-Kyojurou- m-mmh-!” she cried out as she moved her hands to grip the sheets.

He pulled away just barely to catch his breath, “You taste divine, my sweet flame. Gods, I could ravish you all day if you’d let me.”

Her chest heaved in the intensity of the moment, Kyojurou moved his hand and delved his tongue between her lips, just tapping her entrance. It drove her wild, her body shook with pleasure as she whined and arched her back.

As Kyojurou continued his work, bringing her closer and closer to the edge, his mind was consumed with thoughts of her. He wanted to please her, to bring her the most pleasure he could, to make this experience as memorable for her as it was for him.

“A-ah- a-ah-“ She moaned as closed her eyes as her thighs trembled around his head, Kyojurou let out a heave and lifted his thumb to circle her clit, a slow speed to start.

“You’re close, aren’t you my love? I can feel it just by the way you’re trembling and how hot your skin is.” He murmured and continued his ministrations along her sweet entrance.

“Y-Yes- I-i- think- so-“ Amiya gasped and arched her back, feeling an unfamiliar pool of heat in the pit of her stomach.

Kyojurou lifted his head for a moment, his eyes locking on her face, his lips glistening with her juices, his expression darkened with desire.

"Come for me, my darling flame." he whispered, his voice low and gentle, as he continued moving his fingers slightly faster against her clit.

Her body tensed and she gasped in pleasure, feeling her thighs tense,

“K-Kyojurou-! I-I-“

He felt a thrill run through him at the sound of his name on her lips as she did her best to voice her approaching release, the whine in her voice bringing a smile to his face.

"Come for me, baby, it’s alright. Just let go, my sweet love. Relax.”

Her eyes fluttered and she cried his name as she felt her body convulse in his arms, he immediately knelt down and ran his tongue up her slit once more as her orgasm crashed over her.

When she trembled and he finished cleaning her, he crawled up her body and captured her lips in a heated but soft kiss, “You’re so beautiful when you finish, my darling.”

Her arms wrapped around his neck and they shared a passionate kiss, before he reluctantly broke away, “Shhh.. breathe darling, you did absolutely wonderful.”

Her eyes looked up into his, her heart was racing, and she took a few deep breaths to control herself, “T-that was wonderful..” she panted.

He smiled and kissed her cheek, “I’m so proud of you my love, do you think you’re ready for me?”

Her eyes widened as she looked down, his erection shielded by his fundoshi, she looked up at him, “Will it hurt..?”

Kyojurou smiled gently at her, “I will be honest with you darling, it won’t be pleasant at first. But as long as you are relaxed, and calm, it won’t hurt for long, my love.”

Amiya nodded, “Just.. promise to be gentle?”

He smiled and leaned to kiss behind her ear, “I promise you.” Amiya nodded and he kissed her gently again, as he slipped his fundoshi off and tossed it aside before moving her legs open again.

She lifted her handles, cradling his cheeks, and looked up at him, her eyes searching his.

Kyojurou's breath hitched and he leaned into Amiya’s touch, his own eyes studying her face, taking in the way her eyelashes fluttered, the flush of pleasure still evident in her cheeks.

"Are you alright?" he whispered, his voice low and raspy with restraint. His erection slid gently in between her soft lips.

“Just.. I’m a little nervous..” she breathed gently, her body slightly trembling in his arms.

Kyojurou nodded, his expression tightening slightly as he heard her whispered admission. He knew it wasn’t going to be pleasant at first, of course he knew. But hearing her say it felt like a punch to the gut. He didn't want to hurt her, not ever. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his voice soft and soothing.

"Just tell me if it’s too much, okay love? I'll stop.."

“N-No.. no, I want this.. I just..” she murmured and cradled his cheeks once more, “I really truly want this, I want you..”

Kyojurou's breath hitched again at your plea, his body at war with his mind.

He wanted her, God he needed her, more than he had ever needed anything before. But he also wanted - no, needed - to make sure she was okay.

"Are you sure..?" he asked, his voice rough with emotion, his hands gripping her tightly but not too tightly, still restraining himself, holding back.

“I’m more than sure..” She murmured and hugged him around his neck, Kyojurou’s arm gently circled her back and he pulled her close, kissing her forehead, “I promise to go slow, darling.”

Amiya nodded, “I trust you..” and ran her thumb against his bottom lip, looking deep into his eyes.

Kyojurou looked down at her, his eyes searching hers as well. He saw the trust, the tenderness, the vulnerability in her expression and it made his heart ache. He wanted her, yes, but he also wanted to protect her, to cherish her, to be worthy of the trust she was giving him in this moment.

“Are you ready, love..?” he whispered, his hands gripping her hips.

She nodded and he leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue delving between her lips and into her mouth as he eased himself into her precious heat.

Amiya gasped and gripped his shoulders, yelping, the way her body stretched, the feeling was tense and uncomfortable at first.

Kyojurou pressed his lips harder against hers, trying to use the kiss to distract her from the pain, trying to soothe her with gentle caresses and soothing whispers.

"Shhh… it’s alright, love… you’re doing so good. You feel incredible.”

Her thighs tensed against his hips and she squealed, her toes curling as her eyes squeezed shut, “A-aah-“

Kyojurou felt her body tighten around him, and he knew it was going to take every ounce of restraint he had to keep himself under control.

"Just breathe darling… you're doing wonderful, taking me so well…” he whispered, his hands roaming her body, touching her, caressing her, trying to help her relax, trying to help her adjust to his size and length.

She squealed and gasped as she hugged his neck as he gently began to rock his hips into her, “M-mmh-“

Kyojurou let out a low, rumbling moan as her soft yelps turned into moans, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his core.

"Yes… that’s it, love.. let me hear those sounds…" he whispered, his lips trailing down her neck to her collarbone.

The way her pussy tightened around his shaft was testing his resolve and strength to keep himself under control, she felt absolutely wonderful, squeezing him expertly.

“I-it f-feels s-so good-“ She gasped and looked up at him, her cheeks a soft shade of pink. Kyojurou lifted his free hand and caressed her cheek, “So beautiful.”

His cheeks turned a gentle red as he panted and slowly rocked his hips against her, pushing his shaft deeper into her.

She tilted her head back, giving him room to lean down and press kisses to her neck, god she was like a drug to him.. so addicting.

He released her cheek, his hands moving to grip her hips instead, pulling her closer, angling her slightly to give himself even more access, his own pleasure mounting as he felt her move with him, her squeaks and his groans filling the room.

Amiya gasped and ran her fingers through his hair as he gently tilted her on her side, “Is this okay, my love? I just need-“

“O-oh f-fuck-“ she squealed, cutting him off as she arched her back, the way the position allowed him to sink further into her was ethereal.

Kyojurou breathed through his teeth and tilted his head back, “shit.. y-you’re so beautiful. O-oh my god.. my love..” his muscles tensed and he held her leg up on his shoulders and moved faster, bits and bits at a time.

Amiya felt that heat pooling in her stomach as her thighs strembled against his hands, he looked down at her, lust filling his pupils, “D-darling, I don’t think I can-“

“K-Kyojurou-!” She cried his name and arched her back, shoving her head into the pillow, he felt his restraint slipping.

The way she screamed his name, sent a thrill of possession through him, only he could make her feel like this, he knew that.

She squealed as he let her leg down and moved closer to her, cradling her upper half as he continued thrusting into her, she moved her legs around his hips and squealed.

“F-fuck..” he gasped and kissed her lips, he’d gotten so riled up, he didn’t realize how close he was.

Amiya let her legs fall, feeling an orgasm wash over her like a tidal wave, Kyojurou pulled his hips back, slipping himself out of her, and his shaft twitched and released across her beautiful tummy as he groaned and growled, holding her gently.

“N-nngh-“ she whined and hugged him tight, “Shh sh sh, it’s okay baby.” He murmured in her ears as she panted and held her close.

“H-hhh-“ she gasped in his arms, clinging to him like a lifeline, “You are so wonderful, that was beyond.. I have no words to describe..” she panted and looked up at him.

Kyojurou smiled, feeling his heart swell in his chest, “Darling, let me get you cleaned up, just a moment.” He murmured and kissed her forehead before unlinking her limbs from his and quickly leaving her side.

Shortly after, he returned with a warm damp cloth and some lotion, Rengoku climbed back on the bed and gently shifted her to lay on her back, “Darling?”

“Mmh..?” Amiya hummed and looked up into his golden eyes, “Let me clean your tummy and then I’ll fetch you some water, okay?” He murmured.

She nodded and Kyojurou gently ran the cloth along her tummy, cleaning his excess from his release, while gently kneading her stomach along the way.

He bummed and then set the cloth aside and massaged, lotioning her legs to relax her muscles, while kissing her hands and arms, just to keep her calm.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” She murmured up at him, Kyojurou smiled and kissed her forehead, “Of course I did darling, you were absolutely incredible. Are you hurting anywhere? How are your muscles holding up?”

“I’m just feeling a little stiff is all, can we cuddle?” She murmured.

“Once you drink some water, I promise.” He murmured and then left her quickly and returned with two glasses of water in his hands.

He set the cups on the nightstand and dimmed the lights, lighting a few candles before joining her in bed again.

“Slow sips my love.” He whispered and handed her the glass, she nodded and took slow sips from the glass until it was half way gone.

When she snuggled close to him, he held her against his chest, and traced lazy circles along her skin, they continued to relish in the afterglow of the passionate encounter, with small kisses and soft whispers.

“Rest my lovely Amiya.” He whispered into her ear and she rested her head on his chest. Kyojurou then switched the lamp off and pulled the blankets to cover her bare shoulders.

“You’re so beautiful..” he murmured and pushed a few hairs out of her eyes and then kissed her forehead.

“I love you.” She murmured and fell asleep against his chest.

“And I love you, my sweetheart.” He murmured and pressed another soft kiss to her forehead as they slowly fell asleep in the embrace of each other.

Chapter cover by: meraki.megxx on instagram ❤️

How many words? Uhhh let’s see- 3,141. Longest chapter so far, can you blame me? Anyways, here’s smut

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[snowhashiraamiya]

KYOJUROU RENGOKU X ORIGINAL CHARACTER (OC) FANFICTION

Tornado of Opposites

WARNING: This fanfiction may consist of topics and scenes inappropriate for readers under 18.

Consists of: Sexual Trauma, Assault, PTSD, Cursing, Bodily injuries, Death, Suicide attempt.

⚠️Proceed with Caution⚠️

MILD KISSING/SPICE at the end of the chapter

Chapter 11: Soft Touches

A month later

It had been a month since kyojurou and amiya had confessed their feelings for one another. The time between, was filled with countless dates, laughter, love, and joy.

Now, Amiya was strolling through the market in a nearby village, the master had granted her a few days to relax, considering she’d gone on a very difficult mission as of late.

Her cherry red hair flowed down her back as she wore a simple colored yukata, people amongst the crowd eyed her strangely bright colored hair and eyes.

Kyojurou has been gone on a mission for a week now, the loneliness was eating at Amiya, but she knew it was all part of being a hashira.

“Excuse me?”

Amiya shook her head and her eyes landed on a small little girl in front of her, Amiya smiled and kneeled down to her height level.

“Hello sweetie, where’s your mother?”

The little girl giggled, “Mommy’s over there!” She pointed toa nearby woman who smiled and made her way over, “Sorry, she tends to wander off-“

“It’s okay.” Amiya smiled and rubbed the childs head, “Hey look!! It’s the flame hashira!!” A bystander called as a bunch of people started migrating to an area of the market.

Amiya’s eyes widened and she felt her stress subside, she lifted her head and strayed from the crowd.

Kyojurou made his way through the surging crowd, his tall and muscular form slicing through the sea of people like a dagger through butter. He was scanning the crowd for her, unaware that his love was a short distance away.

The people surrounding him continued to praise him and ask him questions, their voices blending into a constant buzz of noise. But Kyojuro's focus was solely on finding her.

A few women stopped him, bombarding him with questions. Amiya opened her mouth and called to him to get his attention, “Darling!”

Kyojurou's head whipped around at the sound of her voice, his eyes scanning the crowd until his gaze landed on the Amiya. A wide smile spread across his face as he saw her.

Excusing himself from the group of women who had been clamoring for his attention, he pushed his way through the crowd and made his way towards her.

She smiled while rubbing her arm, it’s true she was proud of his accomplishments, but the crowd of people tailing him, was slowly becoming overwhelming. She even struggled to look him in his eyes.

Kyojuro noticed her subtle avoidance of eye contact, and he chuckled softly. He knew her well and could tell when something was on her mind. He stepped closer to her, tilting her chin up gently, forcing her to look at him.

“Darling..” Amiya gasped, a little relieved that he’d returned safe and sound to her.

Kyojuro's eyes locked with hers, his gaze soft and affectionate. He smiled back, his hand still holding her chin, his fingers gently caressing her skin.

"Yes, my love?" he murmured, his voice low and warm. “You’re home..” She murmured and breathed with a gentle smile.

Kyojuro leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering a moment longer than necessary, relishing in the closeness between the two of them.

Once the two of them arrived home and Kyojuro settled down from his mission, the two sat on the couch. He watched as she picked up a book and began to read, his eyes admiring her focused expression as her gaze scanned the pages.

He leaned back and let out a deep breath, his body relaxing as he savored the rare moment of peace and quiet at home. He shifted closer to her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

Amiya smiled, they hadn’t been this close since he’d left, even if it wasn’t long, she often found herself needing to be close to him. She leaned her head back and kissed his cheek with a smile.

Kyojuro melted under her affectionate gesture, his cheeks flushing a light pink at the feel of her lips against his skin. He shifted even closer to her, his arm snaking around her waist, pulling her against him.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. Then, he kissed her neck gently, his lips brushing against her sensitive skin.

Amiya’s eyes widened, this.. feeling, it was different, not a bad feeling, but it caused shivers down her spine, was this normal?

Kyojuro wrapped his arms around her, completely enveloping Amiya in his strong embrace. He held her close, his body warm and solid against hers. His hands stroked her back gently, his touch soothing and caressing.

He let out a content sigh, his face buried in her soft hair, inhaling the familiar scent of her. It was moments like these that he cherished most, when he could simply hold her close and bask in her presence.

She breathed and tilted her head back, pressing her lips gently against his strong jawline, what had come over her?

Kyojuro let out a low groan as her lips grazed his jaw and earlobe, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. He tilted his head to the side, giving her better access, his skin tingling wherever her lips touched him.

His hand moved from her back, tracing a lazy path up her arm, his fingers leaving a trail of heat in their wake. He cupped her chin gently, guiding her face up towards his.

Amiya turned in his arms and looked up at him, her baby blue eyes peering into his golden hues, the sight simply making her heart race.

Kyojuro's hand moved to cup the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair as he slowly closed the gap between their lips. He pressed his mouth against her, his kiss gentle but insistent.

His other hand slid down to her waist, pulling her even closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tasting and exploring her mouth with a familiar hunger.

Amiya whined softly against his lips, a small sound that would simply seal her fate for the evening, because as soon as the sound left her lips, Kyojurou’s eyes flashed open as he ravishing her mouth gently but with love and passion.

He groaned in response to her soft whine, the sound sending a wave of desire coursing through his body. He shifted so that she was now straddling his lap, her legs resting on either side of his hips.

His hands went from her hips to the small of her back, his fingers kneading the sensitive muscles there, as if he never wanted to let her go. He broke the kiss for a brief moment, his eyes locking with hers, the intensity in them almost overwhelming.

She let her mouth fall open, she looked so beautiful, how her eyes were hooded and her cheeks flushed a beautiful pink.

Kyojuro's lips continued to travel up her neck, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. He could feel her body arching and writhing in response to his kisses, and the sound of her hums and whines only fueled his own desire.

In one swift motion, he gathered her in his arms and pressed his mouth to her ear, his teeth gently nipping at her earlobe as he whispered,

"You're so damn beautiful."

With that he was on his feet in a flash and carrying her bridal style to the bedroom.

“You, my sweet love, have no idea what you do to me.”

HA! Finally, another chapter!

You’re just gonna have to wait for smut in the next one 💕

Chapter cover art: yooruseo on Instagram

[snowhashiraamiya]

Introduction

Name: Jaiden/Jade/Aella/Kyani

Age: 21

Pronouns: She/They

Nationality: Australian/Italian

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Animes I can/have written from: Demon Slayer, My Hero Academia, Naruto, Jujutsu Kaisen, Attack on Titan.

Video Games I can/have written from: Call of Duty

Kpop groups I can/have written from: Stray Kids, ATEEZ, BTS, Tomorrow x Together.

Masterlist

Tornado of Opposites:

Prologue

Chapter 1: Blue and an unexpected encounter

Chapter 2: How do I feel?

Chapter 3: News, and the welcome of a new hashira

Chapter 4: Show me what you can do!

Chapter 5: Delicately Fierce

Chapter 6: White Light

Chapter 7: Vanilla Bean

Chapter 8: Memories

Chapter 9: I could listen to you for forever

Chapter 10: A swift action

Chapter 11: Soft Touches

Chapter 12: You’re my first

Chapter 13: Beautiful Features

Chapter 14: Departed

Kyojurou Rengoku based:

Older one shots ⬇️

Protection: Hospital AU

Letter to his flame

Hair pulling

Kitchen: Modern AU

Comfort

Bunny/Demon Rengoku x Hashira!Reader

I miss you

New One shots ⬇️

Anniversary

Rengoku x Amiya based:

She’s beautiful

A Mission

FRIENDSHIP AND RELATIONSHIP WITH THE FLAME HASHIRA: KYOJUROU RENGOKU

REASSURANCE

Akaza, Upper Moon 3 based:

I don’t like him, so let’s peg him

Amiya Chiminosa based:

Backstory

Main Story

Giyuu Tomioka based:

Animal

Hashira Love series:

A cool flowing praise: (Tomioka Giyuu)

A reassuring touch (Gyomei Himejima)

Trust me Baby (Obanai Igurou)

Commissions:

Tea Ceremony for 2

Jealousy and Passion

Stray Kids:

Don’t cry (BangChan)

Soft (Felix)

Roses (Hyunjin)

Asks/Requests: Open

I won’t write anything I am not comfortable with.

Posting Schedule:

Tornado of Opposites: Every tuesday/Wednesday

Any other fics, I may post when I please.

I’ve been putting off a masterlist for a long while now, but here it is! After almost a year- hah-

[snowhashiraamiya]

(A break in posting)

Anniversary.

Kyojurou Rengoku X fem!reader

⚠️smut ahead!⚠️

Proceed with caution!

Word count: 4,689

That night. She’d really be getting into it with him. She showered, curled her hair and lit candles around the house before putting on a pretty but easy to get off outfit.

She laid on the bed and put soft cuffs around her ankles and then some soft cuffs around her wrists, binding herself to the bed, waiting for him to come home.

The house was quiet and smelled good and the only thing lighting up the living room and kitchen were candles. She left the bedroom door closed as candles lit up the room as she laid on the bed.

Kyojurou had spent the better part of the evening at work, wrapping up some loose ends and dealing with any last-minute issues that had surfaced. He was tired, but his mind was still buzzing with thoughts of her, and how to repay her for the wonderful gift she had given him for their 10th anniversary.

As he entered the house later that night, he could smell the soft, sweet scent of the lit candles, and his heart skipped a beat as he noticed the closed bedroom door, his mind immediately racing with thoughts of what might be happening behind it.

Kyojurou's heart raced as he approached the closed bedroom door, the faint light of the candles seeping through the crack between the door and floor. His mind was already racing with the thought of what he might find on the other side. He gently pushed open the door, his eyes widening in surprise and desire as he took in the sight of her laid out on the bed, her body bound in soft cuffs, wearing his favorite lingerie.

She hummed and her eyes flickered to him and she smiled, closing her eyes and tilting her head, “Welcome home darling.”

His breath caught in his throat as she spoke, her soft, sweet voice sending a jolt through him. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her, bound and beautiful on the bed. A low, gruff growl escaped him as he spoke, his voice filled with desire and appreciation.

"Sweetheart... you look absolutely breathtaking. This... this is quite the welcome. You're... just... incredible."

“Thank you honey..” She murmured, wiggling and adjusting her position just a tad.

Kyojurou's eyes darkened, the sight of her wiggling lightly in her bound state causing his heart to race. His eyes ran over her body again, taking in every bit of her with a possessive desire. He stepped closer to her, reaching out to gently brush his fingers over her cheek, his voice low and rough.

"Darling... you have no idea what seeing you like this is doing to me. It's taking all my willpower not to just ravish you here and now."

“That’s the point honey.. relax and indulge.” She replied softly, her eyes wandering down his buttoned up maroon shirt that covered his chest and abdomen.

His breath hitched at her words, the sultry invitation in her voice making his body respond instantly. His hand moved from her cheek, gently tracing down the side of her neck and over her collarbone, pausing at the exposed skin of her breasts.

"Indulge, you say? You know I'm helpless when it comes to you, sweetheart. You make it so damn hard to control myself when you tease me like this."

“Lose control my love.” She murmured and wiggled as he ran his hand down her body, while he stood next to the bed.

Kyojurou's eyes darkened further, his restraint weakening with each moment. His hand continued its path down her body, his touch growing more possessive and firm as he took in the sight of her, bound and laid out before him, practically begging him to give in to his desires.

"You're playing with fire, sweetheart... you're testing my limits, and you know what happens when I lose control. I won't be gentle."

“I don’t want you to be gentle tonight..” She mumbled and looked up at him, “I want.. you to release your stress.. on me..”

Kyojurou's eyes darkened at her words, a low growl escaping him as he climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over hers, his hands now on either side of her head. His voice was a low, rough whisper, filled with desire and a hint of domination.

"You want me to take my stress... out on you, sweetheart? You want me release all my pent-up frustration and desire on you? Are you sure you know what you're asking for?"

She nodded, “Well.. I’m not going anywhere.” She replied, motioning to her bounded wrists and ankles.

A low, primal thrill went through him at the sight of her, bound and helpless, her body completely at his mercy, and her words confirmed that she was fully prepared for what he was about to do. He ran a hand over her shoulder and down her arm, his gaze never leaving her.

"No, you're not going anywhere. You're completely at my mercy, sweetheart. And make no mistake, I have every intention of taking full advantage of that fact tonight."

She nodded and smiled with her eyes closed as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

Kyojurou slowly and deliberately unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes fixed on her face, watching her react to every inch of his bare skin being revealed. Once the shirt was fully unbuttoned, he slid it off and tossed it to the floor, leaving him in his trousers, his body now completely exposed from the waist up. He leaned over her, his eyes roaming over her body, a smile on his face.

"Open your eyes, sweetheart. I want you to watch me as I take what's mine."

She breathed gently and looked up at him and chewed on her lip, her eyes as wide and innocent as a doe’s.

He let out a soft growl at the sight of her biting her lip, a low groan escaping him as he looked down at her, his body still hovering above hers. He moved his hand back to her cheek, his thumb gently tracing over her lip, his voice low and rough.

"Don't do that, sweetheart. You know what it does to me when you bite your lip like that. It makes me want to do things to you that are definitely not gentle."

“I don’t want gentle.. daddy..” She murmured, knowing she was treading on thin ice with him.

Kyojurou's resolve snapped at the sound of that word. He'd been holding back, trying to keep his control, but her words, that word, 'Daddy,' pushed him over the edge. His eyes darkened to a nearly black color, and his voice dropped an octave, a low growl escaping him as he spoke.

"You don't want gentle, sweetheart? Good. Because tonight, I'm going to give you exactly what you're asking for."

She smiled up at him and wiggled as he unbuckled his belt, Kyojurou's eyes locked onto hers as she moved, his gaze filled with a possessive need. He unbuckled his belt and slid it off effortlessly, along with his pants, tossing them both to the floor before moving back over her, his body now between her bound legs.

"You're mine, sweetheart. All mine, and I'm going to make sure you remember that. You'll be feeling me for days after this."

“I’m yours.. all yours honey..” She murmured, her tone laced with sultry and seduction.

Kyojurou's hand moved up her body, his fingers tracing over her bare skin, his touch rough and possessive.

"Damn right you're mine. Every inch of you. Every sound you make. All mine. I'm going to make sure you don't forget it. You're going to be screaming my name by the time I'm done with you."

“Yes daddy.. I will always scream your name.” She replied, a smile teasing at her lips as she wiggled under his fingers.

Kyojurou's patience tensed at her words, a low, possessive growl escaping him as he felt her wiggle beneath his touch. His hand moved lower, tracing over her hip and down her thigh, his grip firm, as if staking his claim on her body.

"You're damn right you will. I'm going to make sure you're only able to think of me. You're going to forget anything and everything except me and the things I'm doing to you."

“Yes sir.” She hummed as he bent down between her legs, his warm breath teasing at her skin.

Kyojurou's eyes, dark with possessiveness and desire, held hers as he lowered himself down between her legs, his hands sliding under them and lifting her hips off the bed slightly. He looked up at her, his gaze filled with a dominant need as he spoke, his voice low and rough, barely more than a growl.

"You're all mine, sweetheart. Every single inch of you. And I'm going to take my time, making sure I claim every part of you."

She lifted her hips for him, not a lick of fear in her eyes, only trust and loyalty.

Kyojurou's eyes darkened at her obedience. It was as if she were submitting fully, completely, to him. The sight of her like this, submitting to his every desire, and not a hint of fear or resistance in her eyes, only added to the fire within him.

He placed her legs on his shoulders, his hands roaming over her thighs, his touch firm and possessive as he spoke,

"Good girl. You're being so good for daddy right now."

“I am daddy’s good girl.” She replied with a hum as he laid on his stomach with her legs on his shoulders.

Kyojurou's breath hitched at the sound of her calling herself his good girl. The words, spoken in that sweet, soft, submissive voice, made something primal within him rise to the surface. He looked up at her from between her legs, a possessive, dominant gleam in his eyes as he spoke, his voice rough and low.

"Damn right you are. You're my good girl. And you're going to do exactly as I say, aren't you sweetheart?"

“Yes daddy. Only for you.” She replied as he tugged her panties away with his teeth, Kyojurou's growl deepened. The sight of her bound and completely at his mercy, submitting so willingly to him, driving him almost to the edge.

His hands came up and gripped her thighs, his grip firm and possessive as he looked up at her, his eyes filled with lust and primal desire.

"Damn right you're mine. You belong to me. And I'm going to make you feel it, sweetheart."

“Please sir.. please..” She whined as he leaned down, teasing his breath against her core.

Kyojurou's hand gripped her thigh, his fingers digging into her skin, while the other came up to gently spread her open before him. He took in the sight of her, bare and bound before him, a low, possessive growl escaping him as he spoke, his voice a low, deep whisper.

"You're so beautiful like this, sweetheart. So obedient, so vulnerable."

His eyes drank in the sight of her, his sweet love, his gaze moving over every inch of her exposed flesh, his fingers holding her open for him, as his breath, warm and uneven, teased against her core.

"You're so soft, sweetheart. And you're all mine. You know that, right? Every inch of you belongs to me."

She wiggled, “Yes daddy, yes.” She whined in a gasp as he nuzzled his face between her legs.

Kyojurou's eyes flickered up to meet hers for a moment, a sly, possessive smile spreading across his face as he realized just how much she was enjoying this, how much she wanted him to take control. His head ducked back down between her legs, and his tongue came out to trace a slow, deliberate path over her core.

Her eyes fluttered as her arms and legs trembled against the restraints, “H-Haa-ah-“

Kyojurou's tongue continued to explore, his eyes fixated on the way she trembled against the binds, the sounds of her soft gasps and moans only driving his lust and possessive desire even higher. His hands gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into her skin as he spoke, his voice low and rough, and filled with dominant need.

"Look at you, sweetheart. Wiggling and trembling for me like this."

Kyojurou's tongue worked relentlessly, his eyes never leaving her face, his gaze filled with both lust and a possessive need to see her coming completely undone for him. He knew he was driving her almost to the limit, and he loved every second of it.

"You taste so damn good, sweetheart. You're so responsive for me. You're doing so good for me right now."

“M-Mmh-!” She managed to squeak out as her body trembled at his ministrations, his tongue twirling and flicking around her clit, driving her mad.

Kyojurou groaned at the sound of her calling out his name, the way she was responding to him, trembling against the binds, and the way she tasted, all combining to drive him wild with desire and need.

"You're so damn perfect right now. I love seeing you like this, sweetheart. So responsive, so willing to give yourself completely to me."

“I-i’m yours to d-do whatever you want to me-“ She whined and gasped as his experienced tongue sent sparks and heat through her trembling body.

Kyojurou's eyes flashed at her words, a possessive growl escaping him as he pulled away from her core, his face and lips glistening, his voice low and dominant as he spoke, his eyes locking onto hers.

"That's right, sweetheart. You're mine, to do whatever I want to, whenever I want. You're going to take whatever I give you, and you're going to love it, aren't you?"

“Y-yes sir-!” She reveled and moaned, gasping in slight frustration as he pulled away.

Kyojurou's eyes darkened at her answer, the sound of her calling him 'sir' drove him absolutely wild. He moved over her, his body hovering over hers, his expression filled with a dark and dominating need.

"Good girl. You're doing so well. You're being such a good girl for me. Now I want you to do something for me, sweetheart."

She looked up at him, practically melting under his gaze, “Y-yes sir..?”

Kyojurou's hand ran through her hair, his touch gentle for a moment, before he pulled roughly, but not enough to hurt her, tilting her head back, exposing her neck to him, his eyes meeting hers, his voice a low, dominant growl.

"I want you to say my name, sweetheart. I want you to scream it, over and over, so you don't forget who you belong to. I want you to remember that you're mine, darling."

She moaned softly as he tugged her hair, “K-kyo-j-jurou- n-nngh-!” She cried as her eyes fluttered up at him.

Kyojurou's eyes darkened even more as she moaned his name, the sound of it from hee lips sending a wave of possessive need through him. He leaned down, his mouth next to her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he spoke, his voice a low, primal rumble.

"That's right, sweetheart. Say my name. Say it like you mean it. I want to hear you begging for me."

“P-please-! k-kyo-jurou- n-nng-h-“ She whimpered, her legs trembling against his sides, sending a shiver down his spine.

Kyojurou's grip on her hair tightened as he heard her begging for him, his grip on his self-control slipping as he took in the sight of her, the way she melted under him, the way her eyes fluttered in pleasure, her body writhing underneath him, her voice desperate as she called his name.

"Good girl, so good. Keep saying my name, sweetheart. You're doing so good for me right now."

She gasped, her toes curling as she felt his cock sinking deep into her pussy, “o-oh f-fuuuuck-“ She whined as her eyes rolled back.

Kyojurou's eyes flickered, his body shuddering in pleasure as he felt her wrapped around him, the feeling was so exquisite, her words and the sounds she made drove him nearly to the edge of his control. He let out a low, guttural groan as he rocked against her, his voice rough and low, filled with dominant need.

“F-fuck, darling. You feel so.. perfect. Goddamn.”

She panted in his ears, “H-h-a-aagh-“ her voice, her noises, every single fucking thing about her, uncovered a deep, primal urge within him.

Kyojurou's chest heaved, sweating beading at his forehead as his lips found her ear, his teeth nibbling at the lobe as he thrusted into her sweet heat, his pace steady and dominant, his body pressing firmly against hers, his grip on her hair still tight, holding her head back, keeping her eyes on him.

"You feel so good, sweetheart. So damn good. You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

Her arms trembled against the restraints as she whined, choking on a moan of pleasure, as screams threatened to leave her lips.

Kyojurou's eyes darkened as he watched her. The way her limbs trembled under the binds, her moans and noises driving him wild with pleasure. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a low, rough growl as he spoke,

"You're being so good for me right now. I love seeing you like this, sweetheart. Completely at my mercy, completely under my control."

His hand moving down to grip her hip as he continued to move inside her, his pace steady and powerful.

She arched her back and tilted her head as she screamed his name, “F-fuuuc-k- K-kyojurou-! It’s s-so d-dee-ep-!” She moaned, she looked absolutely radiant under him, the way her lips were parted, her breathless form urged him to keep his pace.

Kyojurou's body shuddered as she screamed his name, the sound of her voice crying out to him, pushing him closer to the edge of losing his self-control. He leaned down, his mouth finding her neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin, his voice a rough, guttural growl against her ear as he spoke.

"You're so perfect, sweetheart. Taking all of me, so deep. You're doing so good, being so damn good for me right now."

“P-please-! I-i n-nee-d t-to t-touch- n-nngh-!” She whined, her arms aching at the intensity, painful but oh so pleasurable. But she needed to feel him, to run her fingers through his hair.

Kyojurou's eyes darkened at her pleading, her desperate need to touch him, to have control, adding even more to his possessive, dominant energy. He growled low in his throat, his grip on her hip tightening ever so slightly, but not enough to hurt her, his body still moving inside her, his pace still steady and deep.

"No, sweetheart. You're not in control right now. I am. You're mine right now, and I decide what you get. And right now, I want you to focus on how good I make you feel."

“B-but b-ut- n-nngh-!” She whimpered, her hair cradling her cheeks, tears of pleasure prickling at her eyes as her body writhed underneath him in pleasure.

Parts of her skin were a gentle red, flushed with the feeling of ecstasy. His golden eyes looked down to her, she was so beautiful in his eyes, the fact that he was the only one that could see her like this, and make her feel this way.

Kyojurou's eyes flickered at her continued pleading, a mix of dominant need and a hint of something possessive and protective within him. He leaned down, his body trapping hers even further, gently pressing her into the mattress as he spoke, his voice a low, dominant, rough growl, his lips close to her ear.

"No, sweetheart. No buts. You're mine to do with as I please, and I love seeing you like this. Helpless and desperate, completely at my mercy. It's beautiful, sweetheart."

Her eyes fluttered and began to roll back in her head, the pleasure making her conscious grow fuzzy. Rengoku picked up his pace, only causing her to moan loader with each deep stroke.

Kyojurou's body shuddered with pleasure as he moved against her, his grip on her hip still tight, his eyes fixed on her face, taking in every movement, every gasp, and moan that escaped from her precious lips.

"You're so damn perfect, sweetheart. So perfect and beautiful."

She looked up at him with a soft look in her eyes as she whined and wiggled against the restraints, “P-please.. k-kyo- i-i b-beg..”

Kyojurou's eyes darkened at her begging, the sight of her, bound and helpless, pleading with him, stirring something primal and possessive deep within him. He slowed his movements, his body hovering over her, his grip still holding her in place, as he spoke, his voice a low, but considerate tone as he leaned to her ear.

"Say it, sweetheart. Tell me what you want. Beg me for it."

“I-i n-need to touch you.. p-please..” She whined, her arms and wrists aching. He could see it in her eyes, how she so desperately wanted to touch him.

Kyojurou's eyes flickered as he saw her desperate need to touch him, the fire within him growing even more intense. He held her closer, his body trapping her completely beneath him, his lips coming down to brush against her ear as he spoke, his voice a rough, but gentle growl, filled with primal need.

"You want to touch me, sweetheart? Beg me more. Convince me." He spoke softly but his tone was laced with dominance. She whined and writhed underneath him, “P-please- i-i n-need- i-i need it.. i-i’ve been so g-good for you- p-please..”

Kyojurou's eyes darkened at her pleading, her words, "I’ve been so good for you," stirring something primal and possessive within him. He knew she’d had been good, knew she’s been obedient and submissive, and the thought of rewarding her, of giving into her need, was tantalizing. He moved his mouth down to her neck, his teeth nipping at her soft, delicate skin, his voice a low hum as he spoke against her ear.

"You have been good for me, sweetheart. You've been so damn good."

“P-please- j-just give m-me this-“ She whined, her arms aching from being pinned for so long. She needed to touch him, run her fingers through his golden and reddish hair.. her heart craved to feel his skin.

Kyojurou's body trembled as he heard her desperate plea, the sound of her voice, begging for this one thing, just to simply touch him, was driving him even further over the edge. He knew he wanted to give her this, to let her touch him, to give into her need. But he also loved the control, the power he had over you in this moment.

"You want this that badly, sweetheart? You think you've earned it?"

“Y-yes sir- p-please.. p-please.. I-i j-just want to hold y-your shoulders..” She whimpered and gasped as his strokes were slow but deep.

Kyojurou's eyes darkened at her words, the sound of her calling him "sir" sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his core. He was still dominant, still in control, but her obedience and submission, her desire to hold him, to touch him, was too much to resist.

"Alright sweetheart. You've been so good for me, I'll give you this. You can touch my shoulders." He spoke softly and let go of her hips for a brief moment before leaning up and unclipping the cuffs from her wrists.

She breathed a breath of relief and instantly hugged his neck as he still moved inside her, slowly but oh so deep.

Kyojurou shivered as he felt her arms around his neck, her touch soft and gentle against his heated skin. He buried his face in her neck, his movements slow and deep, his body pressing against hers, his voice a low, rough growl, filled with possessive need as he spoke, his breath hot against her ear.

"You feel so damn good, sweetheart. You feel so perfect, so good for me right now."

She gasped and moaned louder as he started moving faster, his hips slapping against hers, the sound of their intense lovemaking, filled their home.

Kyojurou's breathing grew heavier, his movements faster and more desperate as he felt her clinging to him, her moans and gasps filling his ears, driving him even further. He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her tightly, his body moving against hers, taking her, claiming her as he groaned out his response.

"You're mine, sweetheart. All mine. Say it, say you're mine."

“F-fuuck- n-nngh-! I-im yours k-kyojurou-! Y-yours-!” She moaned as her back arched and she hugged his shoulders, her nails dragging against his back.

Kyojurou's body shuddered as he heard her words, her affirmation that she was his, sparking something deep within him. He let out a guttural growl, his movements becoming rougher and more frenzied, his body moving against hers with a need that was almost unexplainable.

"That's right, sweetheart. You're mine. All mine. Mine to do with as I please, mine to claim, mine to adore and protect. You're mine now, completely and utterly mine."

“Y-yes-! K-kyojurou-! Y-yes-!” She screamed in pleasure, feeling herself teetering on the edge of an intense climax.

Kyojurou's body moved with increased fervor as he felt her on the edge, the sound of his name on her lips, the way she was completely surrendering to him, driving him even closer to the edge of his own release. He held her tighter, his body covering hers completely, as he growled against her ear, his voice a guttural, possessive, and dominant command.

"Come for me, sweetheart. Come for me right now. I want to feel you let go, completely let go."

She started panting and gasping as her body tensed, squeezing him intensely as she cried in pleasure, the feeling of his strokes, overheating her body and overwhelming her brain, it felt so good.. she didn’t want him to stop.

Kyojurou's body tensed and shivered as he felt her squeeze him, her body tensing and quivering in pleasure, her cries and moans filling his ears. He growled in ecstasy, his body slamming against hers roughly as he felt her release envelope the both of them, his own release approaching rapidly.

"That's it, sweetheart. Let go for me. Let me feel it. I want to feel all of you right now."

“F-fuck-! F-fuck-! N-nngh-!” She screamed and hugged his shoulders tightly as her climax crashed over her like a tidal wave. It felt so good, and she knew he’d be the only one who could ever get her to this point.

Kyojurou's body trembled as he felt her climax crash over his cock, hearing her moans and gasps, and feeling her arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. It was too much for him to resist, and with one final, powerful thrust, he joined her, his own release overwhelming him, his body exploding in ecstasy as he let out a loud groan in her ears, holding the back of her head as he panted,

"Fuck.. sweetheart.. You're so.. damn perfect.. Mine, mine, mine.."

She gasped and her eyes fluttered as he collapsed gently on top of her as her breaths came out in pants and gasps, the feeling was overwhelming, she wanted to relish in it so bad..

Kyojurou's body trembled and quivered as he collapsed gently on top of her, his breathing labored and harsh, his forehead resting against her shoulder. He struggled to catch his breath, his heart pounding in his chest, his body still buzzing with the intense pleasure and intensity of the release. After a moment, he lifted his head and looked down at her, his eyes softening slightly as he spoke, his voice rough and low.

"You okay there, sweetheart?"

She nodded gently and he smiled softly, his eyes taking in the sight of her, completely spent and exhausted. He reached up to brush back a strand of hair that was stuck to her forehead, his touch gentle and affectionate.

"You look exhausted, sweetheart. You did so good for me, so damn good. You did so well, giving yourself to me completely.”

I still live, but just putting some long awaited rengoku smut between posts.

Now, back to your regularly scheduled programming ❤️

[snowhashiraamiya]

KYOJUROU RENGOKU X ORIGINAL CHARACTER (OC) FANFICTION

Tornado of Opposites

WARNING: This fanfiction may consist of topics and scenes inappropriate for readers under 18.

Consists of: Sexual Trauma, Assault, PTSD, Cursing, Bodily injuries, Death, Suicide attempt.

⚠️Proceed with Caution⚠️

There are no warnings for this chapter ❤️

Chapter 10: A swift action

“Amiya?”

I turned my head looking up into his eyes, “Hm?” Gods he was beautiful.. those golden eyes, charming smile, golden locks kissed with red.

He chuckled, “Did you hear me?”

“Huh?” I shook my head, fuck, way to daydream again.

“I said, you’re beautiful.”

My eyes widened and a felt a warmth growing in my cheeks, I pushed my hair behind my ear quickly. She truly was extraordinary in his eyes, despite all she’s endured, he wished so deeply to be the one to tell her every day, how beautiful she was.

I took a step forward and looked up at him, his eyes widened and his cheeks turning a tad bit red, it was his turn to blush. “Thank you, Kyojurou.” I smiled softly and tilted my head, closing my eyes as I smiled.

His knees nearly buckled out from underneath him, she was.. so innocently adorable, yet, she was powerful. That gaze of hers could simply drop him to his knees.

***

He woke up the next morning, feeling energized. His heart longed to admit it to her, to admit his love for her, but so soon? Was he just masking his heart? No. He truly loved her, he wanted to get closer to her every day.

Rengoku dressed in his demon slayer uniform and draped his flame colored haori over his shoulders and slipped his sword between his hip and belt. He was going to tell her today, and hopefully-

Not chicken out in the process.

He took a deep breath and left his estate to search for the astounding snow hashira.

He can do this, he can do this.

Right? Of course!

His golden eyes found her, walking down a path that was cradles in sakura trees, the wind a casual breeze today. “Amiya!” He called, she lifted her head at the sound of his voice, turning to look at his approaching figure.

“Good morning, Rengoku.” I smiled, “It’s lovely to be in your presence again.” He smiled brightly, “May I borrow some of your time?”

My eyes widened, “Oh, I don’t see why not!” I smiled and continuing walking down the path, “Have you had any missions recently?” He replied as they walked into a flower patch, with blue and white daisys, the petals matching her eyes.

“Not as of late. It’s been rather quiet.” *I replied and squatted down, sitting in the flowers, he sat down beside her. “Ah, well, how is training going? You’re not pushing yourself too hard, right?”

I laughed softly, “I’m sure to keep my health in check, and you?” He smiled and nodded, “Ah yes, I’ve been training and guiding my younger brother Senjurou recently.”

I gasped, “You know, I hope to meet your younger brother some day!” His heart fluttered and he smiled, “I think he would really enjoy your company.”

I smiled and started making a flower crown in my hands, Kyojurou’s eyes flickered down to her hands as she twisted the vines into a circle. “You’re pretty good at that. That crown is really amazing.” I blushed a tad and smiled, “Thank you.” I say up on my knees and put the crown on his head and smiled.

He chuckled and then lifted the crown off of his head and very gently placed it on hers instead, “It looks more lovely on you. Like a queen.” My eyes went wide and I smiled, “You flatter me, Kyojurou.” The flame hashira smiled, “Oh but I am simply stating the truth.”

I smiled and then stood up and walked around the flowers, he watched her, simply taken aback by her presence, the way she cherished all things around her. “If I may.” He replied and stood up, slightly moving closer to her.

You can do this.

She looked up at him, her beautiful, blue eyes peering up into his golden and red ones. “Yes?” She replied, he took a deep breath. “Ms Amiya, may I admit something to you?” Her eyes widened, “I don’t mind.. what is it?”

His heart quickened in his chest, “I am simply.. captivated by your presence, your voice, everything about you.” Her cheeks turned red, “You make me feel a way that I.. never acknowledged in my time as a demon slayer, due to the fact that I’m always so focused on others, rather than myself.”

Her eyes softened.

“I realize that this may.. seem sudden, rushed even. But I feel so drawn to you, that it’s incredibly difficult to keep myself away.”

Her breath came out a little rushed.

“I feel so strongly for you.. something far more than just.. friends, comrades, fellow hashira..”

One of his hands gently touched her hip and the other rested on her head, her hair feeling like a feather to him.

“I’m in love with you, Amiya..”

She stayed quiet and swallowed her nerves, before leaning on her toes and pressing her lips gently against his, his eyes went wide and his body relaxed against her.

She broke the kiss reluctantly, “I’m… in love with you as well, Kyojurou.”

He smiled and leaned down to her, and pressed his lips against hers again, holding her closer as their breath’s mingled in the moment.

“You’re so beautiful…” he breathed and kissed her again, holding the small of her back, her hands coming up to cradle his cheeks.

When they came down from the feeling, her arms wrapped around his neck and he lifted her, spinning her in his arms. A princess twirl, if you will.

She laughed as he chuckled and hummed as he held her against him, “I promise, I will always protect you. You, my darling flame, mean so much to me..”

10 CHAPTERS!! WOO HOO!!

ALSO FAN ART?! YEA! I have a bunch, BUT, I really really love this piece.

Credit to: @thepeach_fox on instagram ❤️

I’ll be posting fan art to the chapters that match the art! So stay tuned!!

NOTES: This chapter sadly ISN’T as long as I wanted it to be, BUT, I didn’t want to shove so much into one chapter.

Also! This chapter will be switching to 3rd person, I’ve realized 1st person is a little bit more difficult for me to write in.

There will be no chapter next week, I gotta get my thoughts together for the next one, so chapter 11 will be released on August 6th!

Thank you SO much, If you’ve kept up on my silly little fanfic, I love you ❤️

[snowhashiraamiya]

KYOJUROU RENGOKU X ORIGINAL CHARACTER (OC) FANFICTION

Tornado of Opposites

WARNING: This fanfiction may consist of topics and scenes inappropriate for readers under 18.

Consists of: Sexual Trauma, Assault, PTSD, Cursing, Bodily injuries, Death, Suicide attempt.

⚠️Proceed with Caution⚠️

CHAPTER WARNING: Mild talk of death, scarring, alcoholism

MANGA/ANIME SPOILERS AHEAD

⚠️Proceed with caution⚠️

Chapter 9: I could listen to you for forever

This man… was truly different from the others..

“Umai.. umai.. UMAI!!!” Rengoku boasted as he ate, “How is your food, cherry?” He asked and looked at me, my eyes flashed wide at the nickname.

“C-Cherry-?” I stumbled over my words and kept eating quietly. Rengoku chuckled, “Yes! Your hair reminds me of cherries, so I’m gonna call you that now.” He smiled with his mouth full of food.

My heart was beating profusely at this man, not in a bad way at least.

“So, how did you become a slayer?” I turned the conversation onto him, He swallowed his food and thought for a moment.

“Well, my father is a retired hashira. He was the flame hashira before me.”

My eyes widened, “Really? That must’ve been cool, having a hashira as a parent.” Rengoku shook his head, “It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows when I was a kid. My father trained me, sure, but after my mother succumbed to her illness, my father left me to train myself.”

I covered my mouth, “Oh.. I’m.. sorry..” The blonde smiled and rubbed her knuckles, “No need to apologize, sweetheart. You didn’t know.”

I nodded and looked up into his eyes as he spoke, “Anyways, my younger brother, Senjurou was very young when our mother died, he wasn’t old enough to remember her. My father became consumed in his drinking.”

My eyes fluttered and he continued speaking, “So I studied my fathers ‘Flame Hashira Chronicles’ and trained my hardest, to get to where I am now. My father still drinks, as far as I am aware. I have to visit home sometime.”

I took a deep breath, “That must’ve been difficult..” He nodded, “It was, I’m not afraid to admit that, but I didn’t let it extinguish my passion.” He closed his eyes and smiled, tilting his head to the side.

“You’re just as strong as I am.” I replied and looked into his golden eyes, “We all have our own ways of going through things.” He said as he looked at my scar, “Even with your scars, you’re still so beautiful.”

My cheeks burned a feverish red and I looked away, he chuckled and continued eating, “Is your food alright?” I nodded and rubbed my cheeks, “It is, very tasty.” He smiled and the meal was delightful with him.

***

“So, how many forms does snow breathing have?” Kyojurou asked as the two of them strolled down a path in the woods, the stars peeking out from the trees.

“Hmm.. my mother taught me 7 forms, but when she died, she released the 8th one. It seems it can only be used on the brink of death.” Kyojurou nodded and walked beside her with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Well, your mother sounded like a wonderful woman.”

I nodded, “And so did yours. How many forms does flame breathing have?” He looked up at the sky in thought, “It has 9, but like your 8th form, I don’t use my 9th form very often.”

I nodded and looked up at him, he smiled down at me and patted my head. The feeling making my heart pound, his eyes went wide. “Your hair is very soft.. may I-“ I smiled and nodded, Kyojurou moved slightly closer to her and ran his fingers through her red locks.

“Very soft, what kind of products do you use?”

I laughed softly, “Nothing in particular, just wisteria infused shampoo.” He smiled widely, “Well it feels and smells lovely.” I nodded, “Thank you.. Kyojurou?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you for inviting me to dinner.”

He chuckled, “Of course, I really enjoyed spending time with you, Amiya.” I rubbed my cheeks and kept walking with him, “I did too.. perhaps.. we could spend more time together soon..?”

Kyojurou’s heart went a mile a minute, “I would love that.” I smiled and squeaked, “I’m excited!!”

He chuckled and watched her, gods.. how could anyone not love her? She was kind, sweet, beautiful, considerate, strong.. he could go on and on.. he wanted to protect her, to keep her close to him.

He wanted to hold her, and listen to her soft voice for forever.

Sorry for the short chapter, I’ll make it up to y’all next week ❤️

[snowhashiraamiya]

KYOJUROU RENGOKU X ORIGINAL CHARACTER (OC) FANFICTION

Tornado of Opposites

WARNING: This fanfiction may consist of topics and scenes inappropriate for readers under 18.

Consists of: Sexual Trauma, Assault, PTSD, Cursing, Bodily injuries, Death, Suicide attempt.

⚠️Proceed with Caution⚠️

➡️THERE WILL BE WARNINGS BEFORE EACH CHAPTER, PLEASE VIEW BEFORE CONTINUING⬅️

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Talk of past experiences, may include the following: GORE, INJURIES, MENTIONS OF DEATH, BODILY HARM

⚠️Please be warned⚠️

Chapter 8: Memories

“Anything and everything you are willing to tell me.”

My eyes widened in slight shock, was he truly willing to bear the burden of knowing my past? Instinctively, I started chewing my lip in hesitation.

His golden eyes softened as he saw her hesitation, “Hey, Amiya, Look at me, please?” My eyes fluttered and I looked back up at him, “Trust me when I say, I want to get to know each and every side of you.. you’re not going to scare me.”

I held back tears at his words and took a deep breath, “This.. may come as a shock, but, I’d never had someone who was truly willing to hear my story.” He smiled kindly, “Well, then I’ll be the first, please, express whatever you are comfortable with.”

I nodded slowly and rubbed my neck, “Is a story telling sense, okay?” He nodded and his smile never leaving his lips, “Whatever makes you the most at ease.” I pushed my anxiety down and looked up at him, “Well, as Sayuri did already mention to you, my family was murdered, and shortly after, I did have a run in with Kibutsuji Muzan.”

Kyojurou’s eyes darkened slightly at the demon kings name, but he shoved his anger aside and reached out his hand and rubbed his thumb on her knuckles, “Mhm. I do recall Sayuri mentioning that.”

I nodded, “It’s true, but, my mother was the last snow breather of her time, until she had me. She wasn’t insistent on teaching me to become a slayer, but I guess you could say I was a very determined child.”

Kyojurou looked into her eyes and kept rubbing her knuckles and nodded. I looked down at my nails, “My mother started training me when I was probably… seven years old, my father being a business owner, the business wasn’t popular, so we were scrounging for money when I was young.”

He could already tell that her childhood was much different than his.

“With my mother being a slayer, gone for quite often, I was caring for my two sisters and brother. It was a calm childhood for the most part. We lived miles from here, even days, but not exactly in the harsh mountains, but more of a snowy climate.”

He listened to her, with every fiber of his being focused on her story.

“I was thirteen when my family was attacked..” My eyebrows scrunched slightly at the memory, “From what I recall, it was late into the night, my mother just returning from a mission, my siblings asleep in their beds.”

“I was sitting on the roof with my parents, watching the stars. I remember.. my fathers head being slashed off, like an invisible sword..”

Flashback

“Father!! Father!!” I screamed, holding my father’s limp body, blood trickling down from his neck, his head landing on the ground below.

“AMIYA!” My mother screamed and immediately grabbed my shook body and held me to her chest and jumped down from the roof.

“Darling, cover your ears.” She whispered to me. I covered my ears as my mom set me into a bush hidden away.

She quickly ran back to the house, my eyes watching in horror as I saw her hair, the same shade as mine, flowing behind her as she ran into the house to retrieve my other siblings.

“Mama!” I choked on my tears and tried to get out of the bush, a menacing laughter echoing in my ears. My fathers dead body laying nearby on the ground, I tore myself from the bush and a thorn cutting deep into my right eyelid.

I cried and ran back to the house, my working eye widened in horror, my siblings laying dead on the ground. Their limbs ripped and torn from their bodies, one of my sisters head bashed in from a fist, the others jaw ripped from her face and bleeding.

My brothers left leg ripped straight off his body, and his back ripped open, his ribcage ripped out from behind. I fell to my knees screaming in agony, I felt my mothers arms around me and shaking me to get me to focus, even if it was briefly.

“Amiya, darling, run away, far away from here. Do not return.. it will never be safe.”

I looked up at her, both of her eyes ripped out from her skull, her nose smashed in and her collarbone broken, her neck barely hanging on her shoulders. My beloved mother.. my beloved family.. slaughtered within minutes of a peaceful experience..

Her body hanging onto life by a string, she handed me her snowflake haori and she picked me up for the last time, “I love you, my sweet girl..” She used the last of her strength and released one last technique that she could muster.

“Total concentration, Snow breathing, 8th form..”

“Mother please!! No!!” I screamed, begging.

“Swept away by the snow.”

A technique I wasn’t familiar with, as she taught me, there was only 7 forms with snow breathing, yet on the brink of death, she revealed the 8th form.

Snowflakes wrapped around my body and took me from her arms, releasing a scent of calming wisteria, that would put me to sleep as I cried.

“You will survive, even if we can’t.” My mother murmured and lifted her sword with her draining energy, she swiped her sword into the air and the snow carried me like a blast of a blizzard, away from the deadly situation.

My eyes on the brink of closing, I locked gazes with a demon’s gaze, it’s eyes reading upper 2.

My body losing consciousness as I fell asleep in the cool arms of snow, my mothers energy fading.

Present

Kyojurou looked at the woman in front of him, his eyes widened in horror. She’d endured so much in such a small time, especially as a child.

“After I’d woke up from that sleep, I remember being in the middle of a street, a woman shaking me awake. It was still the middle of the night.”

“She had died the same way, her head being ripped from her neck, Kibutsuji appearing behind her..”

Kyojurou’s eyes darkened and he kept rubbing her knuckles with one hand, the other clenched in a fist under the table, “Amiya.. don’t tell me..”

I breathed gently and quickly wiped my tears, “When she’d died, Kibutsuji spoke to me, trying to sympathize. I’d remembered my mother had told me about him, how he would claim to ‘save people’.”

Kyojurou’s eyes softened.

“I remember being so small, but for once in my life, I wished death on a person. He’d ordered that demon to kill my family and I, and if it wasn’t for my mother, I wouldn’t have survived.”

“A rage filled inside me, I was so angry, I didn’t know how to feel anymore. I remember trying to attack him, but it didn’t do much. He had kicked and punched me back, just simply seeming smug.”

“For some reason, I felt a sense of peace in that moment, a man with forest green colored hair and a white colored haori defended me from the demon king. He carried me away into the forest. Somehow, Kibutsuji letting him get away.”

“Whoever that slayer was.. I’m very thankful for him..” Kyojurou murmured and looked at her, “Amiya, can you look at me please?”

My eyes fluttered and I looked up at him, “Truly.. I thank gods that you are here and alive..” my eyes widened at his words, and more tears filled my eyes.

“After that.. i returned home to my deceased family.. doing my best to bury what was left of them. I hadn’t seen that slayer since..”

Kyojurou nodded and continued listening to her, “I spent years self training, just miles from my family home, trying to perfect my breathing technique, since it hadn’t been fully developed.”

“I was 17 when I took the final selection, and became a slayer after, but it wasn’t until recently that I became a hashira, and met you and the others.”

“I remember you telling me briefly about your haori, now I understand..” He replied and kept rubbing my knuckles, “You’ve endured so much, and I can sense you haven’t let it control you.. you are so strong, Amiya.”

My eyes fluttered and I quickly wiped my eyes, “It’s.. been a very long life, considering I’m only 20..” I tried to bring light to the conversation, Kyojurou’s eyes stayed serious and he kept holding her gaze.

“You are incredible, Amiya..” He murmured and lifted my hand and pressed a soft kiss to my knuckles, my heart pounded and I quickly looked away.

“Sumimasen.. I bring you two your meals..” The silver eyed waitress approached the table and set the food down in front of each of us.

“Arigatou!” Kyojurou replied and smiled before looking at me, “So, tell me more about, you’re accomplishments and goals.”

He smiled and we continued chatting and eating with each other, “UMAI!” He shouted and my eyes widened and I smiled and covered my mouth.

This man.. was truly different from the others..

More of a dark chapter, but I lightened it up at the end ❤️ thanks for 8 chapters ❤️

[snowhashiraamiya]

KYOJUROU RENGOKU X ORIGINAL CHARACTER (OC) FANFICTION

Tornado of Opposites

WARNING: This fanfiction may consist of topics and scenes inappropriate for readers under 18.

Consists of: Sexual Trauma, Assault, PTSD, Cursing, Bodily injuries, Death, Suicide attempt.

⚠️VIEW WITH CAUTION⚠️

➡️THERE WILL BE WARNINGS BEFORE EACH CHAPTER, PLEASE VIEW BEFORE CONTINUING⬅️

No warnings for this chapter, proceed accordingly.

Chapter 7: Vanilla Bean

“I don’t see why not.” I replied softly and smiled, Kyojurou’s eyes lit up at her reply, “Wonderful! Tomorrow then?” I nodded and messed with my fingertips.

“Excellent, I will see you then, cherry cheeks.” He chuckled and smiled down at her, before turning and walking away. Cherry cheeks?! I thought to myself and my hands rubbed my cheekbones and face.

Was it that noticeable? Perhaps.

Kyojurou walked back down the path with a hop in his step, was he nervous? Yes. But was he excited? Also yes. Within 24 hours, he would truly be able to get to know the woman his heart hammered for.

***

I woke slowly and rubbed my eyes, tonight was the night, why was it making me so nervous? God.. can I actually do this? Yes! I can’t cancel!

I slipped out of my bed and spent the day trying to meditate, train, and relax my nerves as the hours wore on. That afternoon I trained in my dojo, relentlessly attacking the training dummy.

“Ami!” A familiar voice came from outside the gate, my head tilted up at the sound and I set my sword down. I approached the gate and opened it, looking up at my comrade and good friend, the pink and green haired woman smiled.

Mitsuri Kanroji, the love hashira.

“Ami!” She squealed and engulfed me in a hug, I smiled and hugged her back. “Mitsuri-Chan, hey, what’s up?” She smirked, “I heard from a little birdie that you have a date tonight.”

My eyes widened and my heart pounded, my hand instinctively moving to the back of my neck, “Oh I wouldn’t- exactly- call it a- ‘date’. It’s just- a friendly dinner.” Mitsuri giggled and walked into the yard and tugged my hand.

“Uh huh. Sure. Anyways, I’m here to help do your makeup and hair! Come on!”

“Mitsuri, I really don’t-“

“Oh pish posh Darling! Just trust me on this. Now, off to the shower you go.”

I sighed, knowing I couldn’t win this debate, so I reluctantly followed her instructions and headed to the shower, untying my clothes and standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom.

My eyes trailed my body, the scars and gnashes evident from my past battles, would he.. really-

Nope! Stop it!

I shook my head and stepped in the shower, washing my hair and scrubbing my body, cleaning every crevice, why was I so nervous?! Perhaps it’s because I’d never been on a date before.

I sighed and then moisturized my body in lotion and wiped the lotion off with a damp cloth and wrapped a robe around my body and headed to my bedroom where Mitsuri waited patiently.

“There you are! Now! Sit sit. Chat with me.”

I sat in front of her as her soft hands went to my hair and started twisting and curling it, “Is it normal to feel nervous..?” Mitsuri giggled, “Completely honey. Rengoku has never been much of a ladies man, or at least, in tune enough to realize a woman is attracted to him. That hashira work can really rule him from time to time.”

“Were you nervous on your first date?”

Mitsuri smiled and framed my hair to where it cradled my cheeks, “Of course. I was trembling so bad, I figured I’d scare Obanai off.” I nodded, Mitsuri and Obanai had been dating for just over a year when I became a hashira.

“But I promise you, you have no idea how much that man daydreams about you.” My eyes widened and my heart thundered, “Really?” Mitsuri nodded and continued curling my hair. “Absolutely, he was talking to Y/N about you the other day. I’ve never seen him so invested in someone before.”

My cheeks dusted a rosey red and I tried to calm my nerves, “To be honest, I’ve never been on a date before..” Mitsuri smiled, “Well, you’ve got a date with a lovely, handsome man. Trust me, you won’t regret this.”

For the next hour, Mitsuri and I chatted about Rengoku and other topics, my heart constantly coming up to my throat. Finally, a knock came at my front door and I took a deep breath, Mitsuri had put me in a flowy summer dress that made my features pop, my hip dips, tummy, and lovely stature in all.

I messed with my hair and slipped on my shoes, quickly moving to the door and opening it. Rengoku stood there with a smile, his golden and red hair cascading to the middle of his biceps.

He took a moment to admire her, his heart pounding, she easily was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid his eyes on, besides his own mother. “My, you’re beautiful.” He smiled, my eyes widened and I pushed my hair out of my eyes, “T-Thank you.. the suit really looks amazing on you.”

He chuckled, wearing a maroon suit with a flame detailed tie, the cloth around his arms tightened around his muscles, my cheeks threatened to blush. Kyojurou held out his hand to me and my eyes widened.

I hesitated before taking a deep breath and took his hand as he walked me down the steps, “So, I left the decision up to you, what would you like for dinner?” He asked softly and looked down at her as they walked through the courtyard.

I thought for a moment, “Hmm, I could really go for some Tonkatsu and Donburi..” I murmured and messed with my bottom lip. Kyojurou smiled and his eyes gleamed, “That sounds delicious! I know a few restaurants down in the village, come with me!”

I held back a smile and followed him down the path to the village, the laterns lighting up the street as I looked around and smiled, twirling around to look at all the lighting. Kyojurou watched her with a smile, gods she was truly stunning.. his heart had never beated like this for someone before.

Shortly after, he rested his hand gently on the small of her back and guided her into a restaurant, “Konbanwa!” Kyojurou greeted the workers as they waved in return. He showed me to a seat by the window and pulled out a chair for me, “M’lady.” He grinned and I laughed and curtsied.

I slipped into the seat and he gently pushed the chair in, and sat down in front of me and smiled. A woman with silver eyes approached us quickly, “Konnichiwa, what may I get you two tonight?” Kyojurou looked to me and I looked up at the waitress, “Can I order some tonkatsu and donburi please?” She smiled and nodded, writing my order on her notepad before she turned to Kyojurou.

“And for you sir?”

Rengoku smiled, “Tempura and Onigiri please, madam.” The woman nodded and wrote that on her notepad, “It will be out shortly.” Kyojurou and I smiled, “Arigatou.” I murmured and the woman smiled and bowed before quickly walking away.

Kyojurou turned to me and smiled, “So, tell me about yourself, Amiya-Chan.” My eyes widened and I pushed my hair to the side, “Well.. what would you like to know?” Kyojurou chuckled and tapped his chin, “Your goals, dreams, accomplishments.. anything and everything you are willing to tell me.”

He replied kindly, I fought the blush and from there, our conversation spiraled into my past, present, and future.

Translations:

Tonkatsu: Deep fried pork cutlets

Donburi: Bowl of cooked rice, often served with different types of dishes.

Konbanwa: Good evening.

Konnichiwa: Hello.

Tempura: Deep fried dish that can consist of seafood/vegetables.

Onigiri: Ball of rice particularly served with multiple dishes.

Arigatou: Thank you.

^ I’m still learning Japanese, please correct me if I’m wrong on these translations.

Guess who forgot to write today 😭🖐️

[snowhashiraamiya]

KYOJUROU RENGOKU X ORIGINAL CHARACTER (OC) FANFICTION

Tornado of Opposites

WARNING: This fanfiction may consist of topics and scenes inappropriate for readers under 18.

Consists of: Sexual Trauma, Assault, PTSD, Cursing, Bodily injuries, Death, Suicide attempt.

⚠️VIEW WITH CAUTION⚠️

➡️THERE WILL BE WARNINGS BEFORE EACH CHAPTER, PLEASE VIEW BEFORE CONTINUING⬅️

No warnings for this chapter, proceed accordingly.

Chapter 6: White Light

Kyojurou woke abruptly, his heart pounding in his chest, it wasn’t often He’d wake up from some dream. Even then, he could barely remember them in the past.

“Someday, someone will love you, my son. A different kind of love that I cannot give you.”

Her voice was fuzzy, dreamy almost.

“Mother..” He murmured and swung his legs out of bed, standing up swiftly. Sleepily, he walked to the washroom and began his morning routine. For some odd reason he couldn’t get the red haired woman out of his head.

“Kyojurou..?” He shook his head and combed his hair as her voice trailed through his mind, no matter what he tried to focus on, she always came back to mind. Her soft eyes, kind eyes.. he needed to speak to her again, but how?

Kyojurou continued readying himself for the day and eventually decided to take a stroll, his thoughts swarming in his brain, was it wrong to feel this way towards someone he just met? Perhaps he was rushing it. Gods..

“Rengoku!”

His head snapped up and he locked eyes with another set of blue eyes, familiar, mostly. Her light brown her trailed to her mid shoulder, and her smile was soft.

“You almost hit a tree, stuck in your head?”

He blinked twice and rubbed his neck, “Ah, apologies. You’re one of Uzui’s spouses, correct?” The plushier woman nodded and tapped her chin, “Ah, yes, it seems we haven’t met. I’m y/n.”

Kyojurou smiled, “Wonderful to meet you, y/n.” The woman smiled in return and fell into step by his side, “You seem troubled, may I ask why?” Rengoku rubbed the back of his head, it was unlike him to be so distracted.

“I wouldn’t want to add anything to your plate, Y/N.”

“Oh, it’s no problem. I handle uzui and our wives as it is.”

Kyojurou nodded, “Well, I feel abnormal for admiring a woman I just met, within the month..” Y/N nodded and crossed her arms as they walked down the path.

“Admiring? Hmm, do I know her?”

“Well, she’s relatively new, her hair is cherry red, and her eyes are a little bit lighter than yours.”

The woman smiled, “Ah, Amiya. She’s a treasure, I can see why you’d take a liking to her.” Kyojuro’s eyes widened, “Is it- Am I obvious?”

The woman laughed, “Heavens no, but- you do tend to stare.” Sheepishly, the flame hashira rubbed his face, “Gods, perhaps I scared her away.”

“I don’t believe so, she was asking about you earlier, to the one called Sayuri.” His eyes widened, She was asking about him? How odd.. “I see she’s a talented young woman, the way you look at her, it is obvious that you may not see her as just a friend.”

His heart started to pound and he laughed nervously, “W-Well, i-it’s a little soon for that-“

“Is it though? When I first met uzui, it was a lot to take in, but how he acted towards me and around me, made my whole look on him completely different.”

“How so?”

The woman smiled, “Uzui, as you know, is very forward. He tends to be a little overbearing, but in reality, he’s very protective over the people and things he’s sworn to protect. He’d rather myself and the three others, come back alive from our missions, rather than die.”

Rengoku nodded, knowing how passionate his flashy friend can be. But could he lower his guard enough to truly be all of himself around her? Not just the happy brigade?

“If you truly want to get closer to her, and have her develop a feeling towards you, be yourself around her. Don’t let her fall in love with someone who’s hiding his true self. Does that make sense?”

He nodded, “It does, but I see no reason to rush into such things. I will get to know her, and love her with all of me.” Y/N smiled, “Good.”

The two parted ways and Kyojurou set off to go find the snow hashira, it wouldn’t take long, as she was taking a simple stroll through the forest. Her hand brushing up against the nearby flowers as she walked.

‘White roses.. they never bloom expect through here..’ She thought to herself, I composed my emotions and kept walking through the forest.

“Amiya!” My head turned at the sound of my name being called, it was him. Kyojurou ran up to her and waved with a smile, “There you are! I’ve been looking for you!” My cheeks reddened and I watched as he approached me quickly, “Rengoku-! Y-you.. have..?”

He nodded quickly and smiled, leaning to her, unexpected to be so close, “May I take you out for dinner?” He asked quickly and took a hold of her hands, I looked up at him and my eyes widened.

“Oh- uhm-“ I stuttered as he smiled and looked down at me with a soft gaze, “I..” Kyojurou’s heart pounded a little nervously, was he too forward? Oh no..

“I don’t see why not.”

Y/N belongs to my lovely friend @kakushino

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[snowhashiraamiya]

KYOJUROU RENGOKU X ORIGINAL CHARACTER (OC) FANFICTION

Tornado of Opposites

WARNING: This fanfiction may consist of topics and scenes inappropriate for readers under 18.

Consists of: Sexual Trauma, Assault, PTSD, Cursing, Bodily injuries, Death, Suicide attempt.

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➡️THERE WILL BE WARNINGS BEFORE EACH CHAPTER, PLEASE VIEW BEFORE CONTINUING⬅️

⚠️WARNING: This chapter consists of slight blood, sparring, talk of death⚠️

Chapter 5: Delicately fierce

After an almost restless night, She woke slowly. Her red hair cascading down her shoulders, aloof from sleep. I rubbed my eyes and sat up in my bed. Today was the day I’d spare against the wind hashira. Remember your training.

Even though I don’t have to prove anything to him, from what Shinobu said, my strength and resilience is evident. I shook my head and slipped out of my bed, my heart racing. The rest of the morning, I meditated for a while, stretched, showered, and what not.

I turned my head towards the door, hearing someone approaching, they knocked. I got up from the floor and walked to it and opened the door, there stood Tomioka. I looked up at him and smiled, “Ohayo Tomioka-San, it’s good to see you.” I greeted him.

“Likewise Miss Chiminosa.” He replied, “I figured I’d walk with you to Shinazugawa’s dojo.” I nodded and then slipped on my shoes, “You caught me in the middle of my meditation.” I murmured, his eyes widened, “Apologies.” I waved my hand and then walked with him down the steps.

“Not a problem. Don’t sweat it.” I replied as we walked side by side, the two of us chatting as he guided me to Sanemi’s dojo. “Shinazugawa is fierce, don’t let him get to you.” I put my arms behind my back and kept walking, “No need to worry. I’ll be fine.” I replied.

Tomioka nodded as we arrived at the dojo, “Ohayo Amiya-Chan! Tomioka-San!” Mitsuri waved as she sat on the deck with Tengen, Obanai, and Kyojurou, my heart seemed as if it was racing abnormally. I lifted my hand and smiled, “Ohayo, Mitsuri-Chan.” Tomioka went and sat by Rengoku and I practiced briefly with a training dummy.

“Oi, about time you show up.” Sanemi stood behind me, He’s fast. The wind hashira swung a wooden sword at me to get the first hit in. “Hey! That’s unfair!” Mitsuri pouted as I landed on my butt about a few yards away from my opponent.

“Don’t discourage her. That girl.. she-“ Tomioka started as Sanemi rushed at me again, using a right hook, my eyes widened and I ducked down swung my body into a headstand position and kicked him under his chin. He stumbled and held his jaw.

“Is powerful.” Tomioka replied as the others jaw’s hung wide open. I stood up normally as Sanemi glared at me, I held my wooden sword in my hand. “In a mission’s case, you must be prepared for anything. Completely aware of your surroundings.”

“Stop nerding out!!!” Sanemi growled and ran at me, my eyes flicked to his hands, ankles, analyzing his movements. “Just fight me already!!” As the spar went on, a cloud of dust filled the courtyard as Sanemi and I exhanged blows, getting faster as the match continued.

Kyojurou watched intently as Mitsuri talked over and over, “She can’t see!” Yuri laughed and stood beside Tengen, “Trust me when I say, those swings are targeted, all of them. She knows what she’s doing.” She replied, my eyes kept focusing on different focal points.

Sanemi dashed behind me and hit his sword across my shoulder blades, I bit down on my tongue and whipped around, sliding down on my knees and my foot collided with his knee. He cursed and yanked my hair as I winced and socked him in the gut.

He stumbled yet again, I clenched my fists and focused further, “You got it Ami!!” I heard Yuri shouting, Kyojurou and Mitsuri watched, practically leaning towards the fight, eager to see who the winner would be.

“You’re so WEAK!” Sanemi shouted and punched my stomach, I ignored the pain, and coughed slightly, moving my body quickly to lift my legs around his neck and slamming him against the ground.

Sanemi growled and pushed me off of him, “You’re gonna get it now.” He snapped and broke his sword over his knee and threw it aside. I dropped my sword and held up my hands, my body heaving in exhaustion.

I stood up, despite the pain in my bones, “That girl.. she’s small, but the power that’s within her is insane.” Tengen commented. “There’s a reason.” Yuri replied, Kyojurou looked to the blonde and blue haired girl, “How so?” He asked.

“Her family was murdered long ago, not long after, she had a run in with Kibutsuji, he mocked her, and nearly killed her. But despite his efforts, she clawed her way out of that deadly situation, that makes her who she is now. She doesn’t give up, channeling her energy into her attacks.”

Kyojurou’s eyes widened, it’s true he knew she’d been through a lot but..

“If you can get close to her, I’ll have her explain the rest of that story someday.”

Yuri murmured as she watched her friend battle it out with Shinazugawa, “You’re mine!!” He shouted, I grabbed his arm and flipped him over my shoulder, twisting it roughly as I shoved his face into the dirt, he huffed and admitted to a draw.

I climbed off of him and then stood up, dusting myself off. “That was some fight.” Kyojurou replied as he approached me, I looked up at him and nodded.

Don’t let her backstory fool you. She’s fierce, powerful. She isn’t weak. Remember that.

Yuri’s words replayed in his mind, his eyes wandered to her cheek and he lifted his hand, “You’re bleeding, I can walk you home and we get that patched up?”

I nodded and then walked with him back to my estate, we chatted along the way as I walked on my toes to avoid the pain in my heels.

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“There we go. All patched up.”

Kyojurou replied as his fingers lingered on her cheek for a moment too long, my eyes widened and I looked away.

“Thank you again.” I murmured and put the items back in the first aid kit, “It’s no trouble at all, you really put a fight out there today.” I rubbed my arm, “Ah, well, I take sparring very seriously.” I replied.

Rengoku smiled and let his hand fall to his lap, “Well, I best get going, see you soon?” I followed him to my door and rubbed my cheek, “Kyojurou?”

“Mmh?”

In a flash, I pressed my lips to his cheek, giving him a soft peck, “Thank you..” The blondes eyes went as wide as saucers, his cheeks red as a tomato, his heart clenched in his chest.

Rengoku did his best to play off his shyness with a chuckle, “No need to thank me, I enjoyed seeing you fight.”

I nodded and picked at my nails, “Amiya, remember, I’m always here if you need me.” My heart fluttered and I blushed slightly, “I’ll remember that, Kyojurou.”

The two smiled at eachother before Rengoku walked down the steps, his hair puffed up and his cheeks so so red, a girl-! A GIRL- a beautiful… kind.. lovely- GIRL! She kissed his cheek-!

“I will protect you.. the delicacy in your heart… I will keep it ablaze. I promise.”

He murmured and kept walking, I shut my front door and leaned against it, sliding to the ground as I held my cheeks.

Translation:

Ohayo: “Good Morning!”

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[snowhashiraamiya]

KYOJUROU RENGOKU X ORIGINAL CHARACTER (OC) FANFICTION

Tornado of Opposites

WARNING: This fanfiction may consist of topics and scenes inappropriate for readers under 18.

Consists of: Sexual Trauma, Assault, PTSD, Cursing, Bodily injuries, Death, Suicide attempt.

⚠️VIEW WITH CAUTION⚠️

➡️THERE WILL BE WARNINGS BEFORE EACH CHAPTER, PLEASE VIEW BEFORE CONTINUING⬅️

PLEASE BE AWARE: Since this story takes place 4 years before Tanjirou’s final selection, Muichirou will NOT be present within the first 5 chapters.

⚠️WARNING: This chapter consists of bullying, slight tension⚠️

Chapter 4: Show me what you can do!

The two opposites continued chatting until the meeting started, each hashira bowing before master ubuyashiki. He smiled and his wife Amane looked over them and smiled.

“Is everyone here?” He started, amane nodded, “Yes Master, they are.” Kagaya hummed, “Good afternoon, my children. Today we bring in a new hashira, one I have not come across in all my years. The technique of Snow Breathing. Ms Chiminosa.”

I sat up and moved forward next to Amane, my heart beating loudly in my chest. Kyojurou and Yuri were smiling brightly, Tengen giving a thumbs up. “The snow breather will not be taking any tsugoku’s until 5 months promoted as hashira.” I nodded slowly as my stomach cramped with knots of nervousness.

The meeting practically sped by and before long? We were dismissed. I walked down the steps, my heart fluttering in nervousness. “Glad to see you’ve been promoted.” I turned back and looked up at the flame hashira, my eyes widening in surpise. I bowed slightly, “Thank you..” He chuckled, his bright eyes gleaming with appreciation and passion, “No need to be formal. We’re already on a first name basis.”

I nodded and he walked by my side as I walked to the pond, sitting on the smooth, cement bench, with a sakura tree hanging over it. The peaceful silence set in stone as Kyojurou sat next to the red haired woman, his heart pounding, he wasn’t used to being so nervous around someone, but he couldn’t help being so drawn to her.

Perhaps he was just reading into it a bit too much.

“Kyojurou?”

“Hmm?” He looked down into her nervous but beautiful baby blue eyes, “What is it?” I looked down and messed with my fingers, “Perhaps, you, yuri, tengen, mitsuri, shinobu and I could eat together sometime?” The blonde smiled brightly and unconsciously took her hands and leaned close, “That sounds like a wonderful time!”

A little.. too close.

My eyes widened as I felt his warm calloused hands gently take mine, I smiled softly and closed my eyes, avoiding his gaze out of nervousness.

“HEY NEWBIE!”

I practically jumped at the harsh loud voice, much different than Kyojurou’s tone, 99% of the time. Looking up, I locked eyes with the wind hashira. “Ah, Mr Shinazugawa.” The white haired man gritted his teeth, “So a new hashira huh? You don’t look like much to me. Why don’t you show me what you can do?”

My eyes widened at his sudden but fierce challenge to a spar between the two of us, “Sanemi! Don’t overwhelm the newcomer.” The water hashira Giyuu replied, standing behind him. “Hey! I just want to see if our rankings are still decent is all. Making sure she didn’t cheat her way in.”

“Sanemi.” My eyes widened and I looked back and saw Kyojurou rising to his feet, “That’s no way to treat anyone for that matter.” Shinazugawa grinned, “And? All I’m challenging her to is a simple..” He looked down at me, “friendly..” and leaned closer to my face, “spar.” His eyes darkened as he said the last word, my heart was pounding at his closeness.

Rengoku then leaned over the woman and put his hand on the wind hashira’s shoulder and pushed him back slightly, “Keep your distance. I will not say it again.” Giyuu, even tengen looked shocked at the sudden protectiveness that came over the flame hashira’s stance. Perhaps he was not only protective towards women, but Amiya in particular.

My heart was racing as I sat between the two of them, “Both of you, calm down.” Tomioka snapped, “Oh yeah, what are you gonna do, Tomioka?” The dark haired male crossed his arms, “You could’ve asked her a completely different way. She’s one of us, so treat her like a hashira.”

“Tch. Not until she proves it.” Sanemi snapped and looked down at me again, “Tomorrow. At noon. My dojo.” I looked down, “As you wish.” Rengoku watched the white haired male turn and walk away, before he sat down next to her again, “You really don’t have to fight him. He’s just stubborn.”

“No, it’s fine, it’s just a spar, but I appreciate you standing up for me.” I replied softly, Kyojurou smiled, “Of course.” I nodded, after continuing to talk with Giyuu and Rengoku, I made my way to my freshly modeled estate, determined to go above the wind hashira, within the coming hours.

Shorter chapter, hey my birthday is tomorrow ❤️

[snowhashiraamiya]

KYOJUROU RENGOKU X ORIGINAL CHARACTER (OC) FANFICTION

Tornado of Opposites

WARNING: This fanfiction may consist of topics and scenes inappropriate for readers under 18.

Consists of: Sexual Trauma, Assault, PTSD, Cursing, Bodily injuries, Death, Suicide attempt.

⚠️VIEW WITH CAUTION⚠️

➡️THERE WILL BE WARNINGS BEFORE EACH CHAPTER, PLEASE VIEW BEFORE CONTINUING⬅️

PLEASE BE AWARE: Since this story takes place 4 years before Tanjirou’s final selection, Muichirou will NOT be present within the first 5 chapters

There are no warnings for this chapter:

Chapter 3: News and the welcome of a new hashira

“I received word that you defeated one of the twelve kizuki, alone.” My eyes widened and I looked down, “Y-Yes but- if I may..” I looked up at the master as he just smiled softly, “Master, it was merely a lower rank.. three I believe..”

Kagaya chuckled, “As underrated as that sounds Amiya, defeating a twelve kizuki is a massive accomplishment that you should give yourself more credit for.” My cheeks burned gently, “Which is why I would like to promote you, and as of all the years this organization has existed, I have never seen a snow breathing user, let alone a hashira.”

My mind was swirling with emotions, could this really be true..? I took a few deep breaths, “Do you accept?” I swallowed my fear and nodded, “I gratefully accept the position, Master.” He smiled, “Wonderful, there will be a meeting with the current hashira within the next few days, to introduce you to everyone.”

I gulped and then sipped the tea, “I appreciate the opportunity master. Do you need anything else from me?” “Ah well, all of the hashira’s have they’re own estate, so my spouse Amane will help you let the kakushi know and get to work on that, in the meantime, I’ll see to it that you stay with Ms Sayuri until your estate is finished.”

My eyes widened, “Thank you very much, Master.” He smiled, “You are dismissed, your crow will make you aware when the meeting will take place.” I nodded, “I wish you good health.” I replied and then bowed and exited his home. my heart fluttering as I made my way back to headquarters.

“AMIYAAAAA!!!!!!” A familiar squealed voice came from behind me, I turned and Sayuri practically tackled me to the ground hugging me, “Ack!” “YOU GOT PROMOTED?! SEE! I TOLD YOU!” I giggled and then sat up, she held her hand out and I pulled myself up and dusted off my uniform.

“Yes.. I did, the master requests I stay with you until my estate is built.” Yuri squealed and jumped up and down in front of me, “Awesome!! Also.. You had a run in with the flame hashira?! And you didn’t TELL ME?!” My eyes widened and my heart immediately raced, “W-Well i-i-“

She gasped, “So you DID!! I’ve heard he’s rather charming.” “Yuri!!” I swatted her arm as my cheeks burned deeply, “He is simply a comrade, don’t get the wrong idea.” She smirked and giggled, earning an irritating look from me, “Awww come on, I’m gonna tease you with that now, considering you got promoted to a hashira!!”

The two women continued strolling down the path, bickering back and forth, one trying to convince herself that he was just a fellow swordsman, the other, teasing her best friend profusely about the charming flame breather.

Mitsuri was chatting with Rengoku as they ate, “TASTY!!! IT’S SO TASTY!!” He shouted and continued eating the soba, “Rengoku-Sama, you gotta keep telling me about that newcomer!” The man chuckled and looked at her, “Ah well, she said she’s been slaying demons since she was 16, and she’s the only snow breather there is.”

“Woah, that’s a heavy burden to withhold.” “Yes, but she seems very determined to our cause. I wholeheartedly believe that she will become just as strong as you and I!”

“Why if it isn’t my buddy, Rengoku and his friend Mitsuri!” Rengoku turned his head and was met with a familiar pair of magenta eyes, the silver haired man laughed and sat down in front of them, “Uzui! Wonderful to see you!” Rengoku boasted as his hair puffed at seeing his other wonderful friend.

“The master was right! Apparently that slayer has been promoted to the hashira position.” Mitsuri’s eyes widened, “Really?! Who is it!” Uzui chuckled, “All I know is it’s a woman.” Rengoku stopped eating momentarily and exchanged glances with Mitsuri.

“AMIYA?!” They both shouted at once, “I think that’s her name.” Tengen replied, “See!! She’s been promoted! So she without a doubt will get stronger!” Rengoku replied and then continued eating, “So we better be prepared for a hashira meeting here soon!”

The three of them continued chatting as they ate their meals, chatting amongst themselves, in the back of his mind, Kyojurou couldn’t help but hope they would meet eachother again soon.

And his thoughts were spot on.

Within the next few days, the kakushi worked diligently to finish the snow hashira’s estate, time until then came almost as slow as a turtle walks.

The red haired woman paced in her friends bedroom, biting her nails and thinking about this whole ordeal, her body was trembling, “Can I really do this? Am I capable enough?”

“Hey, Amiya! It’s time!”

My head whipped up and my eyes locked with Yuri’s, the blonde obviously seeing the nervousness in her friends eyes, “Hey, you’re gonna do great, and I’ll be there every step of the way, yeah?”

I nodded and tried to stop biting my nails, “This is all so nerve racking..” I mumbled and continued pacing. “It is the first time around, but the more meetings there are, the easier it gets.” I looked into Yuri’s promising eyes and then took a deep breath and nodded.

“Now come on, we don’t want to be late!” Her friend said and Amiya nodded, adjusting her skirt, haori and then followed her friend out of the house. The two made their way through the forest, running side by side, despite her calm exterior, Amiya was panicking on the inside. She only prayed that she wouldn’t lose her control.

Not long after the journey through the forest, Yuri guided Amiya to the courtyard, “Take a deep breath Ami, I can hear your heart pounding. If anything, Tengen can probably hear it too.” My eyes widened and I tried to take a few deep breaths.

“Talking about me huh, Sayuri!!”

In a flash, a tall silver haired man stood in front of me, I had to tilt my head up all the way to even get a glimpse at his eyes, “Tengen! Jesus! Don’t scare us like that!” Yuri huffed and waved her hand at him.

The one called Tengen looked down at me and smirked, “Ah, the new hashira I’d presume? Tengen Uzui, the sound hashira.” He stated and held out his hand. My eyes widened and I took his hand and shook it, “A-Amiya Chiminosa.”

Tengen’s eyes wandered her figure and outfit, “Quite flashy, I’ll say!” I looked at Sayuri and she smiled, “It’s a compliment Ami, don’t panic.” I nodded and then looked up at Uzui and thanked him.

I walked with both tengen and yuri into the building and was met with a loud angry voice, “DAMNIT GIYUU LATE AS ALWAYS!” I tried to locate who the voice was coming from, Yuri nudged my shoulder, “That’s Sanemi Shinazugawa, the wind hashira.” I nodded nervously, the wind hashira was average height, with white spiked hair and glowing purple eyes. His chest was exposed by his open uniform, scars practically painted on his muscles.

“Don’t mind him, he finds any reason to yell.” A familiar calm voice came from behind me. Sayuri saw Amiya’s face light up as the Insect Hashira, Shinobu Kochou entered the room, she smiled to finally see her friend smiling.

“Ohayo Amiya-Chan, met everyone yet?” She asked, I shook my head no and rubbed my arm, “Not necessarily.” I replied, a squeal came from across the room, “Is that the new hashira?!” My eyes wandered and a woman with pink and green hair, with green eyes approached me quickly, “Hi there! I’m Mitsuri Kanroji, The love hashira!” I waved kindly and then sat down next to Shinobu.

“Looks like we’re still missing a few.” Sayuri mumbled and Uzui sat next to her, “Ah they’ll be here.” My eyes found a shorter man with shoulder length black hair, and a black and white striped haori, “Obanai Iguro, Serpent Hashira.” I waved quietly and messed with the hem of my skirt.

“Nervous?” Uzui asked, I shrugged and looked down, “Ah don’t be, you’ll do great.” I nodded and then looked at the door, a man about Shinazugawa’s height entered, he had shining blue eyes and raven black hair, with a haori, split in colors. He didn’t say anything as he walked by me, my eyes fluttered and Shinobu giggled, “Giyuu Tomioka, about time you show up.”

The man now known as Tomioka just stood at a standstill and ignored everyone, “The water hashira.” I nodded and then looked at a much taller man who was holding his hands in a praying motion, “Gyomei Himejima, The stone hashira.” Yuri murmured.

“Greetings newcomer, wonderful to meet you.” Gyomei replied and I nodded, “Nice to meet you too.” “Say, where’s Rengoku. He’s never late.” Obanai asked and looked to Tengen for an answer, “He should be-“

“Right here!!!” My head whipped up at the familiar passionate voice, Rengoku walked through the door and then bowed to his comrades, “Excuse my tardiness. That last demon sure put up a fight.” He looked around and his eyes set on Amiya, he smiled and then made his way over to her right side and sat down.

“Good afternoon, Amiya.” He murmured softly, different from his rather loud voice, my eyes widened and I felt my heart skip a beat, I looked up at him, “Good afternoon Kyojurou.” I replied softly and looked away.

Tengen smirked and nudged Yuri’s shoulder, She giggled and watched the two opposites interact. Rengoku was fully paying attention to her as she spoke, his smile never once leaving his lips, he couldn’t help but admire her passionate way of speaking about her past experiences with slaying demons.

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