#rengoku snippet

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A/N = Let me know if you guys want me to expand on this. I just thought it was a fun little idea, and I think there's some potential here.

C/W = Language?, Talk of oral [M->F], WAKING y/n with oral [M->F].

Full Story right here: Rules are Meant to be Broken ❤️‍🔥

"You're dripping like honey, my little firecracker. So, so beautiful all of the time for me. I love seeing you like this."

Rengoku was captivated by your sweet little pussy. He could never get enough of you. When he'd stay over he'd go down on you every night before bed. He'd wake you up with his tongue licking the skin where your soft thighs touched as you slept. You learned quickly that if you wanted to have the best wake up ever, it would serve you well to sleep on your back.

There was one catch to all of this: Kyojuro did not like it when you swore. It seemed a simple enough request when he sat you down and talked to you about it.

"My little inferno, I must ask a favor of you. May I?" Ever formal in his requests, that's when he sat you down and told you he'd prefer it if you didn't use such foul language. And if there was just no way possible for you to resist 'setting your tongue ablaze' in your daily constitutions, then at the very least, could you please forfeit staining his ears when you're around him

"And if I do, use such language?" You'd ask him, the sparkle in your eyes nearly made his cock twitch in his pants.

"Then I won't touch you for the next 24 hours."

Dividers // @ cafekitsune

Artwork // artist is @nana.yin.nana on ig

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... His warm fingers are fast to wrap around your wrist. “What are you doing?” You’d started fiddling with the fastening of his eye-patch, pausing as he looks down at you. “Do you mind?” Kyojuro blinks. “I… no. But I thought you might.” “Of course I don’t. Please, let me?” His hold eases, allowing you to undo the binding. “There,” you smile, taking his face in your palms. “You don’t ever need to hide from me.” ...

(Rengoku lives AU - WIP)

[pinkfreakk]

Roleswap au my beloved! Okay, how about two wrongs don't make a right?

It's very messy and it needs to be fixed, but your wish is my command. Have fun!! 😙

[crimson-luna-writes]

📝

Since I've been working on a kny Senjuro-centric au fic, I'll pull a little snippet from there ^.^

Wip:

He is adrift in a sea of darkness.

He couldn't see anything yet he can see the expanse stretching on for miles and miles. 

It was a bit reminiscent of coffee being spilled onto a blank canvas over and over again. Some areas lighter than the other yet still dark enough to blend everything together. The skies -at least that's what he decides calls it- above him appear to be grey and the water-like stuff beneath him is obsidian.

Senjuro is on his back, rocking gently with the inky wetness that lazily sloshed around him like he was encased in water from a lake. His limbs are heavy -as if they were made from lead- and he was tired.

Oh, so tired.

He couldn't move his body, only his eyes could shift around to look at his surroundings.

Senjuro didn't know where to begin to think of any of this. Truthfully -he admits to himself-, he couldn't even think. His mind was numb and the only thing that could be conjured up in his brain was just how tired he was.

And how dark it was.

Why was it so dark?

Where was he anyway?

-End wip-

Still needs a lot of working on, but I like what I have so far.

[tanjir0se]

Kiss the Devil—Chapter 6

Demon!Rengoku AU, Giyuu x Rengoku

Tanjiro had said the traits Nezuko had as a human were amplified in her demonic afterlife. It would be easier to know which of his traits had been amplified if he could remember more of his own life than foggy vignettes and faded conversations. He remembered not wanting to leave Giyuu with Akaza. He remembered his transfixion with Giyuu’s pale skin, dark hair, those endless eyes.

He’d already moved back from the door by the time Giyuu slid it open. Their eyes met, Giyuu nearly silhouetted by the morning sun that Kyojuro shied away from, but Giyuu dropped his first.

“Giyuu.” Kyojuro called softly. At least that name didn’t feel foreign on his tongue. At least he could look at Giyuu’s lagoon blue eyes and know he’d remember their color later. As Giyuu looked back up at him he realized he had nothing else to say aside from Giyuu’s name. What could he possibly say?

Chapter six of Kiss the Devil is up on AO3!!!!! Featuring deep talks with Tengen and some close contact between Giyuu and Kyojuro as the slow burn heats up!

Thank you all for reading and as always happy Rengiyuu Wednesday!!!

[karczel-fanzone]

Hehe

Snippet of my demon slayer fanfic plans

(Rengoku for scale)

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THE SWEET FAR THING — SNIPPET

Knight!Kyojuro x Princess!Reader • Royal AU

A/N: yes, there’s going to be smut, but there’s also going to be angst (because who am I if not the connoisseur of angsty romance?)

“Do you think this is easy for me?” Rengoku exploded, whipping around to face you. The fire in his eyes could have burned you alive, could have reduced the magnificent castle around you to ash. “Do you think it does not tear me apart to know that you are meant for another?”

Rengoku swore violently, his outburst making you flinch.

“That I cannot have you the way I desire — and I do not mean merely taking you to bed,” the knight’s anguish was palpable as he gripped at fistfuls of his hair. “I mean that I cannot claim you as mine for the world to see; I cannot kiss you. I cannot marry you. I cannot love you.”

Once, his admission — his confession — of his true feelings for you would have made your heart soar. That he would’ve wanted you as ardently as you’d longed for him would have soothed the inferno raging with your heart; tamed it to a steady, tender flame that burned for him and him alone.

Now, you only felt cold.

“And yet you’ve still taken liberties with me,” you fixed your gaze upon the stone behind his head, unable to bear witness to the way he visibly deflated. “You have touched me and tasted me with abandon.”

Even the cadence of your voice felt foreign. “Some would even argue you’ve compromised my virtue.”

It did not matter if he’d revealed the depth of his feelings for you; the earnestness of his confession was poisoned by his own actions — by his disregard for you in favor of his own selfish wants.

Rengoku dropped his head in shame. “I know.”

Your accusation had been made in earnest, and yet you recoiled all the same from the ugly stab of his words.

It would’ve hurt less if he’d hit you.

An uncomfortable silence hung heavy in the air until the knight roughly cleared his throat.

“And that is why I am to join the Hashira — why I am to leave the castle by the next full moon.”

Your lungs constricted harshly, your breath eking out of you in a pitiful, strangled wheeze. “Y-you’re —?”

His pained expression was a sure mirror of your own. “I cannot do it, Y/N,” he said roughly, not bothering with the formality of your title. “I cannot sit back and watch as you’re married off to another.”

The skin of his knuckles turned white as the knight balled his fists. “It is tradition that the Guards of both parties attend the consummation — to confirm the marriage is valid.”

Rengoku’s eyes screwed tightly shut, and his head turned stiffly to the side, as though he could avoid facing the ugly truth of it all. He exhaled harshly, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he worked to open his eyes once more.

“You cannot ask me to bear witness to that.”

And yet, he was asking you to endure life as a caged bird without even the hope to dream of flight; of him.

“If you leave, I will have nothing left,” you whispered, eyes wide and unblinking. “I will have no reason to continue on; nothing worth living for.”

Rengoku’s attention snapped to you in alarm. In a flash, he’d closed the distance between you, his hands locking around your shoulders, fingers digging uncomfortably — urgently — into your skin.

“Don’t,” he warned, voice low and full of anger. “Don’t ever say that. Don’t you dare even think it, not even for a moment.”

[raysrays]

Fatal Attraction Chapter Three (NSFW)

18+ MDNI‼️

CW for the entire story: Breeding, Size Difference,Size Kink, Jealousy, Scent Marking, Age Difference, Vaginal Sex, Possessive Behavior, Angst, Twisted, Creampie, Angry Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Hair-pulling, Biting, Master/Pet, Light Dom/sub, Violence, Knotting.

Chapter One, Chapter Two,

Content disclaimer: This story is inspired by the amazing artist @PammyJammy117 on Twitter/X. I in absolutely no way own or claim the idea of the “Cryptid Rengoku” character. Please give credit to the original artist who inspired the story.

(If you want to be on a tag list for up coming chapters just let me know <3)

Sneaking out of a monster's den wasn't how I planned to spend my morning. My body was so sore that walking was nearly unbearable. The only reason I managed to escape was because I noticed Rengoku had a slight hearing problem.

Despite his large, pointed ears, he often asked me to speak up or claimed he couldn't hear what I was saying.

He must have been exhausted from last night too, because he didn't react to my footsteps. This "escape," if you could call it that, was likely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

I tried to recall everything that had happened, but my mind remained hazy. I remembered the pleasure, the pain, and I remembered him saying something to me, but I was too wrapped up in the moment to grasp his words.

But none of that mattered now. The only thing that did was getting back to Tamayo to explain why I never returned with the firewood.

As I neared the edge of the woods, I could see the camp in the distance. My head started to spin again, and my vision became foggy.

I squinted and saw someone running towards me.

"Y/N, Y/N!" a voice called out.

Is that Yushiro?

That was my last thought before everything went black and my head hit the ground.

I was out.

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When I woke up, the warm light was practically burning into my eyes. I knew exactly where I was.

As I slowly sat up from the bed, I saw Tamayo sitting at a desk in the corner of the room, appearing to take notes.

"You should lie back down. Whatever got you, got you pretty good," she said calmly.

She put down her pen and walked over to me, sitting at the edge of the bed.

"How are you feeling? What hurts?" She gently placed a hand on my forehead.

This was unusual. Tamayo typically gave me the "tough love" treatment, even when I was sick. So why was she being so compassionate now?

“I feel... surprisingly okay.” I moved my body slightly, not feeling nearly as bad as I had when I first made it out of the woods.

She smiled and nodded, pulling out another pen and a pad of paper. “That’s because of the medicine I gave you. You should be back to normal very soon.” Her smile was warm and reassuring.

“Are you feeling well enough to answer some questions? I need you to tell me everything you can remember about what attacked you.” She looked at me with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

I couldn't tell her about Rengoku. By the time he wakes up, I'm probably already in enough trouble with him as it is. I definitely don’t need to add to that.

I bit my bottom lip slightly as I scanned my body. Bruises and cuts covered my arms and legs, and even more were on my chest, according to Tamayo.

I looked up at her apologetically. “I’m so sorry, Tamayo, but I really can’t remember much. Everything happened so fast.”

She sighed, then her gaze stopped at my neck. “What about that?” She gestured to her own neck. “What happened there?”

I reached up and touched my neck, feeling the outline of teeth marks.

Thinking quickly, I decided to go along with what Tamayo believed. “I remember a little bit. It was large with sharp teeth, and it moved quickly. While I was collecting firewood, it ambushed me. It must have thought it had killed me and ran off.” The lie flowed out smoother than I had expected.

I watched as she scribbled my words on her notepad, making note of the beast’s appearance.

I fed her small snippets of false information about the supposed monster that attacked me. It hurt to lie, especially to someone who had always been so kind and patient with me, but what other choice did I have?

She tucked her pen behind her ear and set down her pad of paper, her gaze now fixed on me.

"Y/N."

"Yes, ma'am?"

"I owe you an apology," she began.

“An apology? For what?”

"Last night, when you didn’t return with the firewood, I grew frustrated. Remembering your reluctance to travel up north with us, I thought you had grown tired of monster hunting and just ran off."

She sighed and shook her head.

"So when Yushiro recommended sending a search party to check on you, I told him to forget about it."

My eyes widened at the implication.

"I’m so sorry, Y/N. If I hadn’t been so dismissive, you probably wouldn’t have had to suffer through the night alone in the woods."

She took my hand, squeezing it gently.

"I’m so sorry. Please forgive my negligence," she said, looking at me with genuine sorrow.

My heart ached seeing her blame herself for my "attack." I wanted to tell her it wasn’t her fault and that her life's work on monsters wasn't a waste.

But I couldn’t, because I’m selfish. Despite how much Rengoku scares me, I have strange feelings for him. I don’t want to see him captured and tested on.

“It’s fine, Tamayo, really. You don’t need to feel sorry,” I said with a gentle smile. “Besides, the medicine you gave me has almost completely taken away the pain. I feel fine now!”

She smiled and pulled her hand back. “Well then, if you’re feeling so much better, you can accompany Yushiro to the next village to gather more supplies.” She stood up and walked back to the desk to gather her paperwork.

And I’m back to work…

“There are some clothes for you over there,” she pointed to a small wardrobe in the corner of the room.

“Okay, thank you.” I cleared my throat slightly.

She nodded and exited the room, shutting the door softly behind her.

As I stood up to get the clothes, a sudden ache started in my stomach, the same nausea I felt when we went up north. The side effects of disobeying a cryptid, disobeying a mate.

He must be awake now.

Maybe running into town wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all. It would keep Rengoku from looking for me. He wouldn’t show his face in town.

I dressed quickly and left the small infirmary room. As I walked by, a few fellow monster hunters gave me only a cursory glance.

Stepping outside, I saw Yushiro standing near the door, absorbed in a list. When I approached, he looked up, his usual scowl replaced by an expression of concern and relief.

As I reached him, he diverted his gaze back to the list, avoiding eye contact.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked softly.

“Yeah, is there a lot we need to get?” I replied.

He started walking, and I fell in step beside him. He handed me the list of supplies Tamayo had given him. I scanned it briefly—mostly food and medicinal herbs.

I handed the list back, and he slipped it into the pocket of his vest. We walked in awkward silence for a moment.

“How are you feeling?” he finally asked.

I glanced at him, but he kept his eyes forward.

“Oh, I’m fine. Thanks for getting me inside and taking care of me,” I said, offering a faint smile.

He didn’t respond.

“That bite looked pretty nasty when I found you,” he said finally, glancing at the bandage on my neck.

“It wasn’t that bad,” I said, trying to downplay it. Reflecting on it, the pain hadn’t been intense—perhaps my body was still in shock, and the adrenaline had dulled the sensation.

We walked in silence until we reached the village. Once there, Yushiro pulled out the list, and we divided the tasks between us to save time.

I was responsible for gathering herbs and bandages, while Yushiro took on the rest. We parted ways, and I headed towards the market.

The market was bustling today, crowded with vendors and shoppers. After being shoved around more than I’d have liked, I finally reached a stall selling medical herbs. I quickly gathered what I needed and paid the elderly woman at the booth, then tucked the small pouch of herbs into my pocket and moved on.

Suddenly, a sharp pain flared in my chest and stomach. It felt like I might collapse. Rengoku’s influence seemed to be intensifying.

He must be really upset that I left. It wasn’t as if I planned on disappearing forever. I intended to return and visit him tonight, to show I could manage both him and my team without issues.

I gasped, clutching my chest as the pain grew more intense. It had never hurt this badly before.

I stumbled into a secluded part of the market, struggling to catch my breath and regain my composure. As I focused on the ground, a shadow fell over me, prompting me to look up.

A tall man stood before me, his muscular build evident through his clothes. When my gaze reached his face, my heart skipped a beat. His yellow and red hair, falling to his shoulders, forked eyebrows, and amber eyes were strikingly familiar. But something about his eyes was different—more intense.

“What are you doing all the way out here, little human?” he asked, smiling down at me.

My breath caught as the realization dawned.

“Rengoku?” I whispered.

He smiled wider, revealing his sharp teeth, and his eyes briefly flashed red despite his now human-like appearance.

My heart raced furiously. Even as a monster, he was alluring, but as a human, he was just as captivating.

He grasped my face, his smile fading into a look of displeasure.

“Why was it, when I woke up, that my human, my mate was gone? Especially after she pledged her loyalty and life to me?” His voice dropped dangerously low.

I was disoriented by how strange this all felt. His voice no longer had the echo I was accustomed to, and the clicking sound I had grown used to had vanished.

Am I hallucinating? Is this some side effect of Tamayo’s medicine?

His grip on my face tightened, jolting me out of my thoughts.

I struggled to find the words under the intensity of his angry gaze.

"I-I'm sorry, Rengoku. I didn't mean to make you come looking for me. Really, I intended to come back as soon as it got dark," I said, smiling nervously.

He tilted my head to the side, examining the bandage on my neck. His eyes turned back to their usual red.

"So, not only does my mate try to escape, but she also hides my mark, my claim," he growled.

He was furious, but I didn’t have time for this. If I didn’t leave now, Yushiro wouldn’t know what happened to me.

I gently lifted my trembling hand to cover his, still holding my face firmly. I needed to calm him down.

"Rengoku, please don't be upset. I had to leave, or no one would have known where I’d gone. They would have searched for me."

Oh, the irony...

He scoffed, releasing my face only to grab my wrist instead.

"They never would have found us. I would never let anyone take you away from me." He pulled me close against his chest, leaning down to whisper in my ear.

"I told you, no matter where you ran, I would always come find you," he murmured, his voice echoing briefly.

I shrank back slightly.

"You're coming back home. There's no point in staying around these humans when your mate has a perfectly fine nest for you," he said, his eyes narrowing.

Before I could respond, I heard someone calling my name.

I turned to see Yushiro approaching with a basket of supplies, his face back to its usual annoyed expression.

Instinctively, I tried to pull my wrist away, but Rengoku's grip tightened painfully. I glanced up at him, his eyes filled with a deadly intensity.

As Yushiro drew nearer, Rengoku pulled me closer. I could see the confusion on Yushiro's face.

"Y/N, who’s this?" Yushiro asked, looking Rengoku up and down.

"Oh... this is just a friend of mine. We were just catching up," I said with an awkward laugh and forced smile.

Rengoku's body tensed beside me. I knew I was in trouble once this was over.

Rengoku's gaze shifted from me to Yushiro, and he practically towered over both of us. I could see Yushiro looking a bit intimidated by his size and presence.

Then, to my surprise, Rengoku's murderous look softened into a kind and friendly smile as he faced Yushiro.

I held my breath as Rengoku extended his hand to Yushiro in a seemingly friendly gesture.

"I'm Kyojuro, Kyojuro Rengoku," he said, his closed-mouth smile almost charming despite the anger radiating from him.

"Yushiro," Yushiro replied reluctantly, shaking Rengoku's hand. He was clearly uncomfortable.

Rengoku smiled as he stepped back, wrapping his arm around my waist, his hand digging into my hip.

"So, Yushiro, how do you know Y/N?" Rengoku asked, his voice calm but his grip on my hip bruising.

Yushiro looked confused but didn’t comment on the physical contact.

"Y/N and I work together. We're here on a supply run," he answered plainly, then furrowed his brows in confusion. "I'm sorry, did you say your name was Kyojuro Rengoku?"

Damn. Of course Yushiro would recognize a cryptid's name.

I quickly jumped in before things could escalate. "As nice as it is to catch up, we should probably get going, right, Yushiro?" I said, pulling the small bag of herbs from my pocket.

"Yeah, we should go," he agreed.

As I started to walk toward Yushiro, Rengoku grabbed my arm, stopping me.

"Y/N, we rarely get time to talk like this. I'm sure your friend wouldn't mind returning without you so we can catch up a bit more," he said sweetly, with a hint of warning in his voice. I had no choice but to comply.

He took the small bag from my hands and tossed it to Yushiro, who quickly caught it.

"You don't mind, right?" Rengoku smiled at Yushiro.

Yushiro looked from me to Rengoku before finally agreeing. "Yeah, it's fine. I'll let Tamayo know you ran into someone you know. She’ll be happy to hear you're not completely isolated," he said, then turned and walked away.

I silently pleaded for him to stay, to not leave me with Rengoku like this. But he vanished into the crowd, leaving me alone with him.

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Rengoku remained silent as he dragged me out of the village and into the woods. His anger was palpable, and I was too scared to try and fix what I'd done.

Once we reached a small clearing, he let go of my arm and turned to face me, still in his human form. I should have been terrified, but he looked undeniably good.

"So, we're just two friends catching up, are we?" The usual echo in his voice suddenly returned, and his eyes changed from amber back to their glowing red.

"I didn't mean it like that. What did you want me to say? I wasn't going to expose you right then and there," I defended myself.

He stepped closer, his face angrier now.

"You shouldn't have run off in the first place if you were worried about something like that," he growled.

I bit inside of my lip slightly. I guess he was right in a way, but that wasn't the point.

He suddenly grabbed my jaw, forcing my head to tilt to the side. He ripped the bandage off my neck, revealing his mark on my skin.

Pulling me close, his face inches from mine, he said, "My mate will never cover my mark again. Is that clear?" His echoing voice had a threatening undertone.

I nodded profusely, hoping he'd let go. But he didn't. His red eyes locked onto mine, filled with desire and something else...

"Did I not please you enough, human? Was our binding session not sufficient for you?" he asked, puzzled.

"I suppose not if you were able to get up and walk away without my notice," he growled lowly.

“I’m sorry, Rengoku. I swear, everything that happened today was just a misunderstanding. I was never going to leave for good,” I tried to make it not sound as bad, but it really wasn’t working.

“A misunderstanding, I see,” he said, his tone dark.

“Well then, my sweet little mate, let’s ensure there are no more misunderstandings…” he purred in my ear.

“Wait, what are you—?”

His hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck.

“This time, I’ll make sure you don’t have enough strength to get up and walk away from me,” he purred, licking up my neck.

I blushed intensely, embarrassed by my position.

“R-Rengoku…” I breathed out shakily.

His hand moved to my throat, squeezing lightly.

“Kyojuro,” he corrected firmly. “Address your mate accordingly. I won’t tell you again.”

I gasped for air.

He didn't squeeze hard enough to restrict my air flow, but it was still painful.

He squeezed harder, his other hand moving between my legs. He began to rub me through my clothes, his movements slow and teasing.

I struggled to breathe, but my body was already reacting to his touch. My hips instinctively bucked towards him, desperate for more friction.

He chuckled at my desperation. "So needy for someone who ran away from me, aren't you?"

My body was trembling with need. My breathing grew labored, and I was finding it harder to hold back.

I needed him, and I needed him now.

He removed his hand from between my legs and released his grip on my throat, allowing me to gasp for air.

Grabbing me by the collar of my shirt, he led me to a nearby tree, shoving me against it roughly.

He quickly tore up my clothes again, leaving me exposed. He then tore off his own clothes, discarding them on the ground.

I stood frozen, taking in the sight before me. I knew he was strong, but this was beyond what I had imagined. He was attractive as a monster, but his physique as a human was just as perfect.

His body was muscular and defined. I felt my core grow wet, and my clit throbbed as I gazed at his naked body.

"Are you ready, mate?" he asked, his eyes glowing bright red.

"Y-yes," I stammered, nervous and excited.

He stepped forward, his lips colliding with mine. I melted into his kiss, his tongue invading my mouth, tasting every inch.

His hands explored my body, groping my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples.

He broke the kiss, his mouth moving to my neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin.

I moaned, enjoying the sensations. His cock, still just as big and thick as I remember twitched, the precum dripping onto the ground.

"You're mine," he growled against my skin.

His hands gripped my thighs, lifting me off the ground. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.

He pressed his cock against my slit, rubbing the tip up and down.

"Do you want me, mate? Tell me how much you want my cock inside you," he purred, his eyes blazing red.

"Please, Kyojuro," I moaned.

"Say it. Say that you belong to me, and only me," he demanded, his voice echoing.

I'm yours, Kyojuro. Only yours," I whimpered.

With a growl, he slammed his cock inside me, his claws digging into my thighs.

I cried out as the pleasure consumed me. His cock was huge, filling me to the brim.

"You feel amazing," he groaned, starting to thrust.

My back arched as he pounded into me, his cock stretching my pussy.

He fucked me hard and fast, his pace brutal and relentless.

I could tell he was taking his anger out on me, the rage he felt when he realized I had escaped. But I didn't care. I needed him just as much as he needed me.

He panted and groaned, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. He was fucking me so hard and fast, I thought I might break.

I screamed out in pleasure, my orgasm approaching.

"Cum for me, mate," he purred.

His cock throbbed inside me, his seed spilling deep inside. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I came, crying out his name.

He groaned as he continued to thrust, prolonging my pleasure.

“Y/N,” he growled my name into my ear.

“Yes?” I panted softly, still trying to catch my breath as I came down from my high.

He grabbed my chin, pressing his forehead to mine.

“If you ever leave our nest to go off with some other man again, I’ll kill him where he stands.”

His threat made my blood run cold, but I was so lost in the moment, consumed by pleasure, that I didn’t register how sincere he was being.

He finally pulled out, setting me back on the ground. Exhausted and sore, I could barely stand.

He looked down at me, his eyes primal with need. His anger was slowly dissipating, but I knew this wasn’t enough for him. After all the trouble I’d caused, I could tell this was only the beginning.

“We will return to our den now, and we will continue this… bonding.”

I watched as his body shifted back into its usual form. The monster I was used to. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to this a little. He bent down and picked me up as if I weighed nothing.

His smile returned, and his ears perked up, but I could tell I wasn’t forgiven. So, I decided to silently agree and hang on to him while he carried me to this “new home” of ours.

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[uravitsy]

‘SUMMERTIME SADNESS’ KYŌJURŌ RENGOKU

summary. you enjoy a blissful morning with rengoku before his next mission, not knowing it would be the last time you will ever see him again ☆

warnings. fem!reader, husband!rengoku, established relationship, a tinsy bit of some romantic smut, angst, love bombs, minors dni

a/n. this is just a snippet of a story i never published. i want to challenge myself to write more angst. rengoku my beloved. :’) (this isn’t really edited btw)

"rengoku," you whispered, fingertips tracing against his smooth skin as the golden hue from the sun peeked through the curtains, dancing across your features delicately— all the while making your eyes glaze over as if it was honey. that only made your husband stare at you as if you were a goddess before him, a deity he wanted to pray to before an alter.

"yes?" he smiled up at you, voice still scratchy from waking up, "go back to sleep."

"this is our last night together, i want to make every moment count," you slowly brought your hand under the covers between you both, hands gliding across his toned thigh before moving your hand to grip his shaft gently, "i love you."

rengoku turns on his back, exposing himself further to you as his eyes were still closed, letting out a deep breath, "(y/n).."

"ren," you taunt back with his favorite nickname, pumping your husbands cock as you've done many times before, your thumb rubbing his swollen tip before repeating the words you spoke a few seconds ago, "i love you."

what would become of mornings now? how could you even relax or feel at peace when he wasn't beside you, filling up the empty space that would soon turn cold? no amount of tears could fill the jar of overwhelming sadness you would feel when he is gone.

you were sad, you were angry, but above all you were proud of him. you knew he had a job to do, a duty to those he promised to serve but it still was painful. who knows how many months he would be away off serving his country, saving the lives of people he hasn't even met just to keep the peace. who knows how long you would have to wait for his return— and that was if he returned at all.

"don't think like that," rengoku says, as if reading your mind, a few seconds of silence falls over you, "i'll be back before you know it."

"you don't know that," you whisper under your breath, glancing up at your husband as he switched positions, putting you under him so he could hover over you, the silk sheets from the bed falling past his waist as he settles in between your legs, "why do you have to go? there are plenty of hashira's that are more than capable to handle this job."

"oh? i'm not capable?" he leans down to kiss your neck, his breath against your skin making the area ticklish.

"i know you are but—"

"—but?"

"you're risking your life for someone who just commands it if you, for people who don't even know you and it's not fair. why..you?"

"(y/n)," rengoku smiles at you brightly, lacing your fingers together with his as he puts them above your head, trapping you to succumb to his every lazy desire this early morning. the both of you let out a pleasurable gasp as he slides inside you, making you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, the sheet falling even further, "i love you."

his name falls from your lips as you toss your head back, tightening your grip on his hand as he starts to rock into you— slow, deep, so you could feel everything. even though you knew it was to distract you from the inevitable, you couldn't help but enjoy it and want more.

rengoku was never quiet but on simple morning like this, where he just wanted to hold you and let the silence speak for itself. though today you didn't want sensual sex, you wanted something hard, something that'll wrack your brain to forget everything.

"harder," you moaned, looking into rengoku's eyes as he rested his forehead against yours, releasing your hands to pull your legs up. with your knees against your chest and his hands gripping your thighs in place, you were at his disposal, "r-ren!"

"focus on me," he thrusted into you, watching as his cock disappeared inside your swollen cunt, stretching to accommodate his thick girth. the sting of pleasure overtook your body and it wasn't long before the both of you fell in tune with each other's bodies, "that's it sweetheart, you're doing so good for me."

his praise already had you clenching around him every time he pulled out, as if you didn't want to let him go. rengoku moaned in pleasure, not ashamed to let you hear how good you were making him feel.

"you're so good to me, so..so good," his vibrant hair framed your face as he leaned down to kiss you. it was hot and sloppy but felt perfect nonetheless. you moaned into his mouth, tongues dancing together like a wildfire.

"i love you."

and in that moment it was so perfect.

if you could freeze time, this is where it would stop. you and rengoku just in endless bliss forever until time itself got sick of you. but you no longer felt sad but rather happy, eager for him to go so he could return home just as quick.

though if you would have known that that morning would be the last memory you had of him then maybe you would've held on just a little tighter.

URAVITSY 2024

[meowzfordayz]

"fake" date — mitsuri, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Author’s Note: initially planned to write a Giyuu x Reader one shot for this trope, but enough ppl voted for Hashira preferences that my plans changed. 😉 Pls and ty enjoy ~shorter snippets for Mitsuri, Kyojuro, and Sanemi + something a lil more fleshed out for Giyuu. 🤗 Varying degrees of angst ahead!

“fake” date — mitsuri, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Kanroji Mitsuri x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~1,900

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

~faqs~

“You look amazing!” Mitsuri gushes, eyes wide with their usual shimmer.

You step sheepishly through your bedroom doorway into the hall where she waits, stare fixed firmly on your sock clad feet.

“Aren’t you going to be cold though?” her voice dips with concern, “I’m sure they’d understand if you wore thicker socks. They’ll be covered by your shoes anyway.”

“I mean,” you shrug, finally glancing up at the warmth in her face that you’ve felt since the day you met, “The ceremony and reception are inside. I can survive in these from the Uber to the entrance.”

Grinning teasingly, she strides over to you, tugging on your overcoat with familiar care, “I don’t know, someone’s feet are always freezing when we watch movies together.”

“And someone else is a blanket hog,” you huff, mesmerized by the delicate imprint of her fingertips — that you know are just as capable of grabbing and tossing you over her shoulder.

Well I like when you snuggle closer to me she almost declares, cheeks reddening as she ducks her head aside, feigning an itchy nose.

“You’re sure it’s okay for me to come?”

The quiver of fear restricting her words coaxes you in, hand mindlessly grabbing hers as you nod reassuringly.

“Of course! They gave me a plus one. I guarantee I wouldn’t hear the end of it if I showed up alone.”

“So I’m doing you a favor?”

Her question tremors with the faintest of insincerity. You ignore it. It’s understandable, after all. Weddings are cumbersome and awkward and often far too fanciful.

“Absolutely, Mitsuri! I owe you one. And you look beautiful too!”

You’re still holding her hand, clammy and comforting as ever.

—

Her heart aches as she watches you stand in line, tiny buffet plate balanced lazily on your palm, overhead lights bathing you in a soft, unbearable glow.

And you look beautiful too!

She licks her lips, wishing she could ask you to dance.

I owe you one.

Wishing she could ask you to dance, and that you would finally realize what she was really promising.

“So… you’re asking me to go to your family’s Thanksgiving as your date, but not actually your date?”

Kyojuro hopes he doesn’t sound too disappointed, well acquainted with masking his simmering feelings beneath an exterior of exuberance and forwardness.

“Mhm,” you nod, resisting the urge to bite down on your tongue.

You’d love if not-actually-your-date was actually-your-date, but you’d hate even more to ruin your years of ease and friendship.

“But they know we’re friends?”

His head cocks with faux confusion, and you nearly coo at his cuteness. To you, his confusion isn’t pretend — you yourself aren’t entirely sure how you’re going to convince your nosy family members.

“Friends can get close,” you wink playfully, nudging his bicep as if to prove your point.

“How close are we talking?” Kyojuro quips, nudging you back harder.

He relishes in getting to steady you, warm hands wrapping large and protective around your shoulders, righting you before you keel too far off balance.

“Are you going to help your friend out or what?” you scowl jokingly, dramatically brushing your shoulders, knowing you’re going to feel the heat and strength of his touch for hours.

“Of course I’m going to help you! I just-”

His eyes widen involuntarily, and you notice that they stir a peaceful longing in you more deeply than any sunset ever has.

“You just?” you prod, pulse quickening at the prospect of something else.

What else, you have no idea. But sunlight slips through the crack nonetheless.

“Nothing,” Kyojuro grunts, “I forgot!”

You exhale slowly, emotions unfurling as you return to your soft, sunsetless reality.

“Alrighty then.”

“We’re not gonna fool anyone into thinking we’re dating,” Sanemi grimaces, brow furrowed as you take in his reaction.

“And why not?” you retort, arms crossed as you glare back, “The only person who knows you better than me is Genya. Maybe.”

And nobody knows me better than you.

Eyes darting from your lips to your glare, he sighs, jaw tight as he mutters, “Because we’ve never even kissed. What kind of couple, what kind of chemistry, would we have?”

You’re grateful he rambles on, because you almost quip So let’s kiss dumbass.

“Terrible chemistry,” he answers himself, “We would have terrible chemistry. If you really need a date to that holiday party, then you should ask Obanai.”

“OBANAI?!” you screech, too fixated on his horrible plan B to notice his pre emptive wince, a beat before you’d actually processed his suggestion, “You mean a man who’s already in a relationship?!!!”

“Yeah,” Sanemi deadpans, “Low risk.”

He hopes you can’t see how deeply his foot is inserted into his mouth.

“What the hell does that mean?” you hiss, “I sure as fuck haven’t kissed him!”

“Mitsuri would probably be amendable.”

He hopes you can’t hear him choking on his foot, gasping for air.

“To me kissing her boyfriend?!”

Ah shit.

“I’ll do it!”

That shuts you up. You blink, mind blank as you stare at him staring at you staring at him. His hair looks nicer than usual, fluffy with a light scent of dampness as though he’d showered prior to coming over. And his gaze, so strikingly mellow — drenched in lavender and longing. No you correct yourself, the longing is in your own unwavering expression, reflected in the glassiness of his pupils, mirroring the tension in your shoulders.

“Do what?” you murmur Kiss me?

And he nearly does, feet planted firmly on the worn tile of your kitchen, chest heaving as the weight of your question clings to his lungs. He nearly does. Nearly kisses your sarcastic tongue, the hazy drop of your eyelids, the way your body seems to lean toward him as he teeters toward you. Nearly.

“I’ll be your stupid date,” he mumbles.

“You are stupid,” you smile weakly, abruptly shifting your attention to your now lukewarm mug of tea Takes one to know one.

“I don’t understand,” Giyuu says, spine stiffening as he sits on your couch, “You want us to… fake, date?”

Of all the favors you could ask him for, why did it have to be a fake date? He would happily give you a real date, thank you very much.

“Not like! More than once! Just once! For my family reunion! They’re awful and boring and everyone older than like, fifty, asks me if I’m seeing anyone. My answer is always no and their response is always harassment and I…” you trail off, suddenly conscious of your rambling, cheeks hot as you mumble, “I care about my family and I want to attend, but I don’t want to be alone.”

I don’t want to be lonely.

“Have you ever thought that you could be the problem?”

You gape at your best friend, well accustomed to his poorly worded concern, but flabbergasted by his lack of tact regardless.

“GIYUU!”

He winces at your exclamation, quickly backtracking when he notices just how shiny your eyes are getting.

“I’m sorry, I know, that’s not what I meant,” he swallows thickly, fingers in knots in his lap as his mouth twists, “Will we need a backstory? A photo album of our entanglement thus far? Or will it be our first date?”

“Well,” you chew on your bottom lip, struck by his thoughtfulness, clammy at the realization that you wouldn’t need to create a fake photo album because your camera roll is mostly you and him anyway, “Most people don’t take their partner to a family reunion as their first date.”

“Unless they don’t like them and are trying to scare them away,’ Giyuu deadpans, wry glint in his gaze.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just not date them?” you drawl, apprehension subsiding as amusement bubbles.

“Are you trying to scare me away?” he quips, legs crossing and then uncrossing as his posture slowly relaxes, “Because I’ll play the part,” gut roiling even as his heart urges him forward, “In the name of our friendship, I shall gladly date you,” releasing the tip of his tongue from the clench of his teeth, “Just once.”

You cheer exaggeratedly, hands clapping together loudly, foot bumping against his thigh from your end of the couch. He doesn’t seem to register your touch, distracted by your palpable relief, the disappearance of the stress crinkles at your temples, drowning in the sensation of What have I done?

—

If there’s one thing he’s grateful for, it’s the fact that you invited him to an arguably lackadaisical event. Not because Giyuu loathes wearing a suit and tie, but because he’d likely lose the ability to articulate himself reasonably were you to be dressed up. He’s seen you in nice attire, sure, but never as your fake date; never under circumstances so close to the sun — positively burning in its radiance.

“Your parents,” he stops mid stride, front door to your aunt’s house looming despite its normal dimensions, “Won’t they-”

“They know, they know,” you interrupt, practically shushing him, pushing your impending panic to the bottom of your stomach as you nudge him along, “They won’t tell on us.”

Tell on us the wording sits sour in his mouth, eager to lessen your burden and lonesome, yet resentful of its restrictions and underlying truth of the matter.

“Hey,” he murmurs, puffing out a wisp of hesitation before swiveling to face you, “You’re going to be fine, I won’t let you down.”

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, the gesture more intimate than he intended, your heartbeat bumbling frantic and stunned in your throat.

“O-okay,” you manage to croak, rooted in place until he carefully tugs you back into action  I know that.

Or maybe he meant to steal your breath away?

—

Giyuu is awkward. So awkward that your overwhelming anxiety gradually fades to the background as you watch him interact with your family. You can’t tell whether it’s accidental or on purpose, but he’s doing a great job at simultaneously alarming and charming your aunts, uncles, cousins, in-laws, once-removed-s, etc. His stubborn decorum and distaste for small talk make for an interesting clash of bound-by-honor and get-me-the-fuck-out-of-here, his introversion rearing its head every time he abruptly walks away mid sentence.

“What are you doing?” you giggle, poking his shoulder with mirthful fondness.

“I got bored, so I moved on,” he shrugs, nagging discomfort spurning him on to clarify, “But I only do that with conversations! Not with relationships!”

Not with you.

You snort, endeared by the flustered pink of his ears, “I know babe, not with relationships.”

He supposes your suggestive eyebrow waggle is meant to be teasing—a playful nod to the fakeness of it all—but he’s stuck on Babe, jaw twitching as you intertwine your fingers with his in an electrifying, wonderful, horribly casual manner.

“How about we check out the charcuterie board?” you grin, pecking his earlobe so softly that he wonders if you’d practiced the night before.

Perhaps on your wrist or your pillow, or the fogginess of your mirror after showering.

—

He follows you to the spread of food and beverages, unable to discern the excited, acheful, longing quiver in your step, too caught up in the same tremor of his own.

—

If the night ends with a bittersweet, we-would-never-dare, okay-well-I-guess-we-dared, This was fun, Fuck I hate this kiss… then that’s nobody’s business.

[helloescapist]

The Hashiras During the Holidays

Word Count: 7191

Setting: [insert]hashiras x gn!reader, established relationships

Content Warning(s): slightly suggestive, mentions of Christmas

Summary: just Christmas/holiday headcanons with the Hashiras.

The Water Hashira

One would assume that Giyuu would grapple with Christmas, and to an extent, you would be right. For the most part, Giyuu will approach the holiday with extreme trepidation.

Every holiday invitation will have him stagnant, struggling with the internal screaming as he confronts invitation after invitation. A business Christmas party amongst the Hashiras? Shinobu’s verbal jabs have left the searing mark, and despite how desperately you have tried to invite him, he has neither confirmed whether he will or will not attend. It would be rude to outright reject the invitation, but what if it was required—a social implication, and really… no one wants him to attend? Surely not.

But he’s passed the appropriate deadline to refuse.

Actually, it’s fairly easy to rope the Water Hashira into a number of activities. His inability to function or perform the mental acrobats to comprehend that he has been committed to a function before it is too late, and he has no choice but to accept.

The list of tasks he has completed for others is endless.

Dangled from a ladder to hang lights for Mitsuri, served soup at a local shelter, got bit in the bottom trying to walk a stray dog for Rengoku, manipulated into picking up last minute gifts for Kocho. Endless.

No, wait, he’s well passed the socially accepted time frame to accept. His attendance at this point would be a huge inconvenience to the host, and extremely rude.

Giyuu will engage in a number of internal grapples with his inner dialogue from workplace parties to family parties—if you suggested he joins your family for the holiday, I promise you he froze. Died inside. Screaming, internally rocking back and forth. As Sanemi has expressed time, and time again… there is something just so… punchable about his face. What if they hate him?

Cue the spiral of self-deprivation.

Ironically, it’s due to the numerous panic attacks that he has endured, the Water Hashira will be quick to finish his holiday shopping fairly early. Which may be part of the reason sudden invites horrify him and knock him off balance.

Juggling the demanding schedules of the holidays is surprisingly a strong suit of his. Perhaps because he has always been overconsiderate of those around him.

There is a certain air of nostalgia that the holiday season brings that warms Tomioka’s spirits—more so than you may expect. Though you wouldn’t know looking at him, he has a genuine air of disposition. So much so that you may have the impression that Giyuu may not even be aware that the holiday is upon you.

But it hasn’t escaped his sights.

Giyuu delights in the small moments, the little things that offer him ambience. Little snippets of his childhood. The fresh fall snow, and how delighted he was as a child to greet the snowflakes, a faded memory brought only to life at your outstretched hands. The delighted giggle as your fingers catch individual snowflake.

Rolling snowballs into your hands, targeting him. The shock of chill impacted upon his porcelain frame. The wide of his eyes, trembled by the cold, the ends of snow that clings to his raven hair as the waves crash down upon him. Your laughter, ringing in his ears. Faded memories that bear weight and significance before you know it, he has formed a near perfect sphere returned in friendly fire, a small smile that pulls upon the corner of his lips.

Smell and delicate as the snow between your fingers.

Easily melted should you draw attention to it.

No, it’s likely that you will not notice how naturally he gravitates to the holiday sway. The spirit tucked behind his indifferent façade,  brought to light only by aspects of the season that often go unnoticed.

The bulk of your gifts already wrapped, meticulously folded corners, and adorned in dressing of bows and tinsel. The accumulation of the holiday decorations pulled from storage, ready for attention should you be the sort to adore decorating, ready by the first of December, or sooner if you have begun to drop hints. If you are the type to despise the bulls and trimming of the trees, then rest assured, by the time you return from work, he will have all of the decorations hung with care.

He’s tuned to your traditions, having retained information throughout your time together to remember the little things you delighted in in your own youth, such as the addition of cinnamon to your hot chocolate, an ingredient you will find sprinkled in your mug.

As a partner, Tomioka places a high importance on stability and practicality, so you can expect the mass majority of his gifts to be fairly mundane, but well thought out. Small things like mittens if you are prone to cold fingers, a new rice cooker if your has recently broken. Your favorite chocolates, or small nostalgic delights that will warm your heart. For the most part, they’ll be fairly… reliable gifts, and to some extent may leave you feeling a little underwhelmed. However, all of his gifts are selected with extreme care, and consideration. Placing your year round needs as well as desires into selecting the present—no, a rice cooker is not sexy, but he knows that you enjoy rice with every meal. How could he let you go without? It’s true, these mittens are not the cutest ones they had in stock, but this pair allows you to scroll through the social media masses tumblr while remaining cozy.

Is absolutely the type to indulge in cozy, thick blankets.

Shyly bought a couples mug set to share together the morning of, but chickened out of using them, only discovered in the cabinet upon your digging through the mugs. The small squeal you realized, and the embarrassment that meets his cheeks as you excitedly pour cocoa into them, gushing about their adorableness.

Truthfully, all Giyuu wants for the holiday is to bask in your company if you’re okay with it. For him, to be curled up into your warmth is more than enough for him to enjoy the holidays. Tomioka does not desire, nor request more from you. Jut to enjoy the small quiet of the morning before the holiday madness begins, to fill your hair between his fingers, and witness the small dips of your breath as you slumber.

This is actually his favorite time of year.

The Insect Hashira

Full disclosure, it’s ridiculous.

Kocho has never truly grasped the concept of the holiday season, or the depths in which some people captivate it with such care. Not in the sense that she does not grasp the spiritual significance to observers, but more that, such depths should not be limited to a singular season. Rather, she views any believers as lacking in their own faiths—the joy and giving nature of the season should exist outside of December.

So, for the most part, Shinobu tends to view the entirety of the season with delicate hypocrisy. Expects that Ebenezer Scrooge’s generosity will run out by December 31st, the film will have lifted from his eyes, and he will once again line his pockets with the coin of the less fortunate. The temporary display merely cheapens the sentiment.

Though for the few who endorse kindness throughout the year, such as Kanroji and Rengoku, she is content to humor their Christmas spirit. She will endure their off key caroling and send their blighted singing to Tomioka’s door. Shinobu will jostle with the best of them, sample the various peculiar holiday dishes.

 The Insect Pillar is adventurous enough to taste test foreign seasonal delicacies such as snails and julbord, but be warned her consideration is limited to this year. If she in fact found the dishes unappetizing, she will dodge you with the swiftest rejection adorned with a smile. Never again.

For her partner, she is more than willing to endure traditions with a pressed smile. Shinobu is not know for being, well, peopley, but for you, she will undergo whatever festivities your family has to throw at her with as much social skills as she can muster. Biting back all comments on commercialization.  

She’ll swallow all internal commentary on gift. But really why has she found Mitsuri mid emotional break down over the perfect present when GIFT CARDS are an option? Yet, for all of her comprehension, there is one thing she understands more than anything. You want a heartfelt gift.

And so here she is, suffering through the corporate retail beast.

To get you the gift of your dreams.

If this old lady elbows her one more time.

It’s not all swallowing internal monologue for Shinobu. There is something magical about the season regardless of the price tags attached. The frost that lines the windows as the day slips away. The puff of warm breath against the glass, the tip of her finger dipped and drawn out adorable little bunnies and tipped in delight. The small giggle, knowing that as the weather hits its peak once again, you will be greeted by her silly doodles.

Small moments to soak in the season, the soft atmosphere to enjoy the still of the early night’s greeting. Soak in the painting of the night, dipped in violets and shy blues before the luminesces glow of the stars above rise to the hour.

Still.

Calm.

Shinobu’s holiday spirit is dependent on those around her, and when given her room to breath in the cinnamon, the distant glow of decorations, and you snuggled beneath her chin as her eyes flitter to the window, you’ll find that she has more holiday joy than you may expect.

The Flame Hashira

In over his head.

I mean. He has over committed himself.

Rengoku’s to-do list began back November 1st, literally the minute Halloween was over despite Shinazugawa’s raging that he is skipping over Thanksgiving. The reality is  that there is just so, so much for him to complete by the holiday season, that he has to get an early jump.

His commitments area mile long, and easily prone to overwhelming him. Not that he will ever admit it. Rather, the Flame Pillar will sooner subject himself to burning the candle at both ends to accomplish everything on his to do list. From his usual community service to additional holiday demands such as filtering through the toy section for donation ideas, to writing his own list and checking it twice.

Naughty, or nice, gift giving is in Kyojuro’s nature, and he is eager to ensure that everyone, no literally everyone in his life has the. Perfect. Present. From him. Shinobu’s mentioning gift vouchers was confusing for him. No, no.

Rengoku is a traditional shopper. Dedicated hours hoping from store to store, searching for the perfect gift from family members like his father, Senjuro, his twice removed distant cousin, the Butterfly Estate trio, the other Pillars, Kamado siblings, neighbors, the mailman, the old lady who he helped cross the street last week. Absolutely everyone he comes into contact with has made it on his list.

No social masses, natural disaster, or impending storms will ever prevent him from traveling to the ends of the earth to find each person the perfect gift.

Are you really surprised he will not settle until he has found IT.

The holiday is practically buzzing with Kyojuro’s love and adoration, but to be fair, it’s not the profit of boxes and boxes, bows and trimmings, nor is it the delectable dinner to come, it’s not the lights, or the decorations, the twinkling of stars. For the Flame Hashira, it’s the company that greets him at the door.

He has always been a family oriented individual and jumps at any opportunity to bring forth his loved ones together. Even the Scrooges of the world. His heart is ablaze with the thought of everyone he loves gathered in one place, sharing cookies and cheer.

The swordsman is willing to endure any potential burnout, suffer through all stress and burdens of the holiday to ensure that it is the perfect holiday for those around him. Store bought cookies will not cut it, he will dedicate himself to a recipe, accept all flunked attempts with grace to just have one absolutely perfect dozen cookies to serve.

He will do his best not to allow you to see him crack, and will assure you that everything is fine. It’s not, he burned the roast, the decorations are taped to the walls, he is pretty sure that the pig he found for Inosuke has helped himself to the garden. Help help help. It’s fine. Really.

The small press of your hand on his shoulder, met with the warmth of his smile, gently applying pressure in a way that reassures him of your presence, but that you will not leave him to these tasks alone is more than enough of a gift for him.

You will find that the one annoying thing about Rengoku during the holidays, is that no matter how you may approach the season. Whether with trepidation, or down right hatred, you will find the spirit of the season seeping into your pores. Spreading to your heart. Warmed to your cheeks, and averted your eyes. Struggling to maintain any disposition you have reserved, knowing all too well, this bastard is infectious.

He just loves this time of year.

But more than anything, he loves the sireneity. The sound of carols, of laughter told over stores amongst the Hashiras. Spread sentiments over the Kamado siblings, Zenitus’s screaming, the shy way his little brother dodges eye contact with the young girls of the Butterfly Estate. Basking in the glow of the fire, the warmth of his family and friends, loved ones all gathered under one roof. Tucked against the door frame, observing the joy with a small smile. Satisfied, and grateful to be alive, highlighted only at the way you snuggle into him. A coy grin of your own, cheeky and pressed into him. Daring advances, and the playful way your finger guides his eyes to the mistletoe above.

The Sound Hashira

Tradition has no place here.

You can leave all expectations at the door, and know that while he may be willing to entertain the idea for a moment, it will be over in the blink of the eye. Tengen is not lean upon family traditions—to be fair, he likely has no such memories to dredge up. The distinct onslaught of oppressive air that threatens to smother him at the mere mention of conventional sentiments—no, he would much rather spend his holiday in new, exciting ways with his wives and you.

It’s not that he does not observe the holiday itself. He is no stranger to the mundane Christmas parties that Rengoku throw; the former shinobi has enjoyed a number of Mitsuri’s cookies although may have misunderstood the initial offer.

The Sound Pillar has been known to frequent shops himself. However, unlike Rengoku, he does not need to stray from window to window like a small child. Rather, he is dutiful to his mission. He knows exactly what it is he wishes to purchase for the four of you. Each gift unique, and individual as the one to receive it. Intentional and purposeful, gift giving has always come naturally to him.

His natural ability to pick up on the underlining desires of those around him has always served him well in selecting the perfect present. As such, he has never been one to worry over whether or not you will like the gift he has picked. Of course you will, it’s from the Sound God himself.

Truthfully, you may find yourself knocked off center by his gift. While yes, it will be exactly what you’ve desired whether a bougie perfume, name brand clothing, a limited edition cookware, whatever it may be, you can expect that the price tag is far more than your $30 limit. He’s not sorry. That you’re likely to free fall into a panic over finances, ponder if what you brought him in return will… well, be enough to satisfy his extravagant tastes. Rest assured, any gift from you is flashy!

No, he’s well acquainted as anyone else with the more, expected traditions of the season. It’s that his approach is a tad unconventional. Uzui is not one to shy away from a bill, and his holidays are bound to be dripping in extravagance. He likes for things to be fun, and enjoyable. Life should be so, one never knows when they will die in his line of work, and because of this, he does not waste time considering how he should spend his time.

He knows how he will spend his holiday.

In the flashiest of ways.

Bar crawls, an onslaught of holidays parties across the winter spectrum. Participate in parades, jive in dances, tinsel with the best of them before spiriting away his family off to a ski resort. The opportunity to shred on slopes with Makio. The added strive of competition a light in their relationship. Sparked amongst playful. Delighted in the way Suma struggles to keep up, the way Hinatsuru’s eyes follow his silhouette. The warm cup of cocoa you have waiting for him at the end of the course.

The Sound Pillar will delight in warming his body in the hot springs, shameless in the way he drags you along. Warms your back, scrubbed and savoring the fill of your skin beneath his fingers.

No, unlike a majority of us that will prioritize the other people in our lives during the holidays, even at the risk of our own mental health, Uzui is not among us. Rather, he has no qualms of wishing them well, and placing your needs, and those of his wives first and foremost. He is not spending his holiday listening to aunties bitch that he has too many wives.

For all the adventures that you will likely face each holiday, you will find that it is the end of the day that Tengen lives for, and one that Hinatsuru ensures will always happen. A traditional moment, one curled up against a fire. The flicker in the depth of the night. Makio and Suma delighted in small bicker, back and forth, playful in nature as they roll across your knees. Scooped up in a blanket at Uzui’s side, Hinatsuru’s smile pressed to the corner of her lips. Content, and grateful.

To be alive.

To know this warmth, and this richness.

The Love Hashira

Is down the tinsel rabbit hole.

Was Rengoku’s tsugoko for a reason. She has an ample surplus of holiday spirit to last her for the year to come. She’s practically drowning in it. As all the idealistic nature of the season takes over her thoughts and spirits.

As soon as the first leaf hit the ground, she has begun to hum the holiday tunes beneath her breath. To everyone’s dismay. The Love Hashira did her best, she really did to deny her natural instinct. She understands that a majority of people are not.. exactly thrilled to see Christmas decorations in September, and she tried, she really did. But before she knows what has happened, the inflatables are up, the lights are twinkling, and the garland has been hung with care and adoration.

This time of year is easily amongst her favorite time of the year, and she is determined to share her love from corner to corner. Does not hesitate to greet those she knows, and strangers on the street. Uttering happy holidays to anyone who will listen. Cheerfully pulling a holiday goodie, or a candy cane from her pocket.

Giggling, and engaging little ones in discussion of what is to come.

Her eyes sparkle at the window displays, delighted by the arrange of lights, and the decorations.

Oh the decorations.

Do your best to have the utmost patience with your lover, because she will, I mean she WILL try every holiday DIY that crosses her Pinterest board. Some will end well enough, and others will be absolute disasters. She’s embarrassed at her failure, but even more devastated you caught her crying over the ornament glob.  

Gift giving is, abstract with Mitsuri. She gives it her all, but ultimately, her choices will be a little abstract, and typically food based. She noticed you eat ohagi one time, you can expect that she has provided you with a year supply of the snack with the biggest smile and lack of understanding that you will not be able to eat all of this before it expires.

The Love Hashira is at her core, enamored with those around her. Thrilled, and determined to ensure that the holiday is as good as she possibly can make it. She is taped together with Christmas cheer and glitter, and is determined to do everything she can to make the holiday shine.

Cries at every Hallmark video.

Is overly forgiving of anyone who is not in the spirit, even going so far as to accept the obvious slights against her, rather taking it with a smile rather than discomfort. She’ll think of them over the holiday, wishing for their happiness, and that whatever it is that has upset their heart will be resolved.

Assuming she has not involved herself in their affairs. Is absolutely the type to stalk a grumpy neighbor to get to the root of their holiday dissatisfaction in the hopes of spreading cheer. As her partner, it is your duty to not only keep her on a leash and out of jail, but to also reassure her when her heart shatters with the reality that she will not be able to change everyone’s holiday.

Hold her together when the realization hits her.

And know that the days to come will be froth in an arrange of responsibilities. Kanroji’s dedication knows no limitations, and so, she must set herself to the task. To give the perfect Christmas. If you have shared any holiday traditions with her, know that she will do everything, I mean everything to ensure that the sentiment is held to the nines in perfection. Really, I think this is the only area that Mitsuri could be frightening during this spirit.

She is a stickler for following tradition in part because she believes that it is the ability to perform such consistent rituals that bring the joy to her family and loved ones. So much so that any disturbance in the pattern may land a little harder than you may expect--- it’s not a big deal to you, but it is for her.

Hold her. Remind her to dance to the Christmas music as she bakes. Hold her waste between her arms, whisper the sweet compliments of how delicious her cookies smell. Dare to lick the batter from the spoon. Pull her back to the small joys of the season. Reassure her that her presence is more far more valuable than anything that may await under the tree, nor the wreaths that have adorned every nook and cranny.  Tease her neck as she rolls out the dough, breath in the scent of vanilla that has painted her pores, and when the cookies have finished from the oven, peel her away from the kitchen, and the duties she has assigned to herself.

Wrap her in a thick, snuggly blanket. Press her to your chest, sip on eggnog, and snack on popcorn as the cheesiest of Hallmark movies plays. Allow her to fall for characters, choke down every absolutely unlikely story line, and savor the way her lights light up. The sparkle they adorn, the hush of her breath, and gasps at kisses, and just enjoy that this individual, this same creature who cries at movies, and feels devastated when she has to choose in a love triangle is the very same who has little cuts littered across her finger tips earned by threading cranberries because she once again chose, to love you far more than you will ever know.

The Stone Hashira

The holiday can go either way for the Stone Pillar.

On one hand, there is an old comfort of the holiday season that warms his bones, reminds him of his little ones, and on the other hand, leaves him weary and tired from the expectations of those around him.

The push and pull, commercialism, the demands of gifting, and the duties of the season are all heavy burdens for Gyomei. The Stone Hashira is a peaceful individual, one who is deeply affected by his environment, and as an individual who seeks the depths of the season, to bear witness to the bastardized holidays that have overtaken traditions is likely to hit him a little harder than it will others.

Not in a sense that he hates the holidays all together. Himejima is the sort to be swept by childhood nostalgia. Warmed by a familiar scent of cookies, the same the monks may have brought to the temple in his youth. To hear the distant tunes, hummed in the middle of the night in a solemn bow. To witness the warmth of the season expressed through good deeds, and intentions is how he wishes to spend the holiday.

At the same time, the rush of the holiday season is quick to leave him melancholy. As though he has imposter syndrome, struggling to understand those around him who have overly committed themselves to every event like Kanroji or Rengoku, or those who will happily dip into funds like Uzui, Gyomei is likely to struggle to find a happy place amongst the bustle of shoppers, and the overbearing holiday music.

Ghosts of holiday past will likely bear on his soul, the nostalgia on one hand can be a gift that delight him with memories, but on the other can haunt his waking hours. Worried over whether he has done enough this year to make it special, craved to spend just one more holiday with his lost adopted children.

He will see them in everything around this time, and the passing of little ones on the streets can bring as much joy as they can harm.

It is a burden Gyomei does not dare place on anyone, nor does he blame anyone for the weight that he bears. It is a shackle to a pass, to a future of what-ifs, and because of this, he is at arisk of drowning in a depression, suffered to the voices within his mind, and as such, you may find him quieter at this time of year.

His touch a little more distant than the usual way it meets your own.

Distracted.

As such, you will find that for the Stone Hashira, it’s the moments of solace that you will witness his breath. The small pull of his breath, his chest reignited and sparked back to life as the crowds thinned out. The last remainders of demands slowly, but surely dissipate like smoke to the air. Just the quite drift of snow, small children delighting in a snowball fight.

Sparked wars of frost, laughter, childhood joy.

The way the holiday should have always been before consumerism flooded the intentions of the holidays. Siblings normally torn into disputes, rather shared small treasures with one another, a chocolate from the mailman split between the two with genuine consideration. Unbothered who it is that may witness such displays of good behavior.

To be allowed to spend the still ness of the night before the holiday after having endured the onslaught of family, visitors, and wrappings, content to have your head in his lap. The thread of his fingers through your hair. Hummed small music that he cannot remember the name of, or to perform such a ballad on his flute as children are tucked not their beds. The gentle glow of the lights to warm his skin, and your presence to touch his soul. Peace, and quite, and a quite joy that elicits a smile between the press of his lips as he continues to blow.

To Himejima, the holiday has little ties to the gifts beneath trees, or the financial deviations. It’s the time to spend together, to enjoy each other’s company. To laugh over memories, to greet the year to come side by side. A kiss at midnight, crafting the finishing touches for the early morning. To know the delight of the children to come.

To dedicate the night before the holiday, to hearing you read a novel aloud. The hitch of your chest at stunned moments. The warmth of the blankets bundled together is a sense of peace that no other moments could compare.

Except for the day you greet your child’s first holiday.

A gift from the Stone Hashira would be one that encourages self care, little lotions, aromatherapy, even a bath bomb set. Something that will assist you with unwinding in whatever way that comes naturally to you.

The Mist Hashira

Melancholy is a common emotion throughout the holiday season for the Mist Pillar. The distant memories, bittersweet as chocolate beneath his teeth. Recollections of pillaging through the snow with his brother, hanging adornments with his mother, fetching firewood with his father.

For Muichiro, the holiday bears a significant weight upon his heart, and at times, can result in his melancholy morphing into downright cynicism. A damning down ward spiral that will very likely result in his absolute apathetic approach to life. The outward way in which he ignores the delight of those around him, or worse, the way his biting words may land on those who dare to wish him a happy holiday, the jabs while childish insults are still scathing none the less. They will leave scars, as Kanroji is no stranger to being on the receiving end.

It’s a burden far heavier than one his age should endure, nor carry alone. Yet, he does not dare to approach others with the struggle. Content to hoard himself off from those around him during the holiday season.

Asking for assistance does not come naturally to him, and to admit that he needs the aide is an internal grapple that he must face. As such, the demands of the holiday, such as forcing niceties that he does not mean, and dodging the abundance of cheer can wear on his mental state, and lead to a quicker burn out than one would expect of a preteen.

Because of this, it will be the moment in which you delight in the joy of the season. The natural way that children should. Rolled snowmen, laughing amongst the snowflakes despite the obvious threatened frost bite that threatens your fingertips, your dashing through the snow burning your lungs and rosing your cheeks. Innocent, and lost to child delight and expeditions.

An ambush of snow, threatened and playful, or the way you drag him to the ice rink. Invite him to see your touch, to lean the palm of his hands into your own as he presses forward on wobbly legs, years since he has dared to ice skate. The last time with his own brother.

Playful, and light.

The laughter as you slip and slide, the jovial atmosphere. Innocent and warm.

Slide one into another. A half hazard dance that knows no steps, nor sense of rhythm. Just the natural way that you fall into one another.

It’s what he needs to embrace the holiday season. To turn a blind eye to the heavier demands of the season, and to just enjoy the holiday for what it is. The ambience of decorations. The warm glows of Christmas lights sipped between cocoa, as you wander street to street gasping at the displays.  The aesthetic of your wandering into the night beneath the stars, illuminated only by the lights of strangers’ homes.

Muichiro is the sort to enjoy the decorations most of all.

And not even the extraordinary displays that department stores will set up, or competitive neighbors. The Mist Pillar would delight in even the simplest decors. Small lights strung by elders who are no longer able to heave themselves up ladders, but still wished to participate in disappearing traditions.

A warm Muichiro is quick to offer heaving the lights upon the roof himself.

The truth is, Tokito enjoys the holiday season. Just as much as those around him, perhaps even more so, but he struggles to admit this. Has to swallow the bitter pill to allow himself to enjoy the time of year as he used to, to welcome the deep meaning of the season. To savor the  company of those around him.

To know that they mean something to him.

To accept that he means something to them.

Truthfully, his ideal date would be simply wandering from decoration to decoration, sipping on hot cocoa. Laughing at what it is you see, loosing himself in the glow of the night.

A gift from the Mist Hashira is likely to be abstract. One with deeper meaning than you may expect, so much so that upon opening the gift, you’re likely to wonder what it is you are looking at regardless of how pretty it is. Confused at the tilt of your head as you search his own gaze, one that is proud.

In the same sentiment, Muichiro is rather accepting of any gift. He’ll happily accept even the cutesy mittens you have knitted for them, wearing them every opportunity that arrives.

The Snake Hashira

Online shopping KING.

Is smarter than everyone, and has discovered online shopping. As such, he has already received every single gift, in perfect condition far before any of us have dared to brave the stores.

It’s his natural disposition to avoid other people that has him confident in his shopping skills, so much so that if Iguro has forgotten someone, he is secure enough to conclude that they were not worth purchasing a gift for in the first place.

His gifts are wrapped shortly after their arrival, and awaiting your attention beneath the tree.

Despite how it may appear, and I completely understand if this catches you by surprise, Obanai delights in the holidays, but he would never openly display such joys. He’s not like Kanroji in openly greeting others. His well wishes are small.

Opening doors for someone struggling with packages.

Leaving a small gift at door steps to be discovered.

The Snake pillar hides his holiday cheer well, and it is met with the utmost sincerity in maintaining holiday traditions. Much like a checklist that has necessary tasks, no one is more skilled at meeting the challenges of the holiday as Obanai is, nor as calmly as he accomplishes them.

Obanai needs no directions in what needs to be done, and if you are the sort to put things off, you may find him accomplishing your tasks for you. Whether you like it or not—it’s not meant to be rude, rather than he has taken the task up on your behalf to free up more of your schedule. Especially in the event you are a social butterfly.

But he is skipping out on parties.

In truth, it’s one of the few things that Obanai cares about in regard to the holidays. He has no extreme expectations for gifts, though he will not reject your gift should you offer him one. He will openly refute a gift from Tomioka, and other people he does not favor. He is not one for caroling, nor is he drawn to the thrill of bar hoping, vacations, or parties, and so at an initial glance, you may think that the Snake Pillar has no interest in the holiday season.

The truth is, is that he places more significance on the traditions over all else. He savors the familiar feeling of traditions, the comfort and nostalgia of routine habits. Time spent together, is always his favorite.

Because of this, you can trust Iguro to complete all of the tasks necessary to ensure that you can focus on your holiday traditions, whether brought on from your own family, or ones that you have created together.

He is content to decorate the home in advance, to wrap all your gifts along with his, to pour himself into making the perfect cocoa, or picking up eggnog. He’ll ensure that you have your ugly sweater for the holiday office party.

Or prepare meals in advance for the holiday nights to come.

He’ll even bake cookeis for neighbors, or your friends so long as you do not expect him to hand them out in your place.

Due to his natural deviation from strong scents, I also imagine that the holiday season can often lead to him feeling touched out a lot sooner than he normally may, and as such, you may witness him recoil from socializing a lot sooner, and so much more intolerant. It’s likely the strong scent of cinnamon that has shooed him from your side.

All for the sake of ensuring that your traditions together will receive the adequate attention. Time decorating cookies together. Engaging in a silly play back and forth, licking the icing from his cheek.  Hanging the tree star, his hands at your waste as he supports your weight, leaned in and delighted at the lights that glow. Lighting the fireplace, building a snowman, or crafting an entire gingerbread village. Snuggling into matching pajamas, and curled up with the same rerun of Home Alone, or Elf as you do every year.

It’s your time together that Obanai will pour of all himself into tasks to complete to ensure that he will be able to snag your attention at all costs. Warm into one another, silly as it may sound. Tried and true, but it’s the comfort that warms his soul.

Reciting poems against the fire would be his dream come true.

Allows him to berath, to trace circles upon your hand as you laugh at the same scene you have seen a million times, and will see a million times more.

But, he can never bring himself to admit how dearly he treasures this moment. How desperately he worked for it, to just bask in your company, to snack on cookies and do, absolutely nothing together.

Gifts from Iguro have always been well thought out, and executed, but always received nearly indirectly. His shyness is likely to get the better of him, and because of this, you may believe that you have received nothing at all.

A written poem, just for you left upon your pillow.

The Wind Hashira

Has Christmas spirit

But will never fucking admit it.

Shinazugawa is a traditionalist at heart, he will pour himself into the holiday in many ways, all while doing his best to appear as uninterested as he claims to be. Struggles to admit, and conform to this image he has boasted of himself. The smallest pout from a little child will fold his “I don’t give a damn” faster than you can whisper ho, ho, ho.

As the older brother, and often times provider for his family, the Wind Hashira naturally wanders to positions that expose him to the needs of others, but being who he is, he cannot admit that he is aware of struggles.

Because of this, there is a lump in his throat when he considers the thoughts of the holiday expenses. Money is always on his mind, how to ensure that he has enough, to ensure the comfort of your life style as well as that for his little brother.

A neighbor lamenting about not being able to find their daughter’s must have wish list, oh the Wind Pillar will hiss his insults. Curse the annoyance, and utter how fucking pointless a toy is when she will have moved on to the next must have in  no time.

Just to fucking travel to every damn store in the surrounding areas in search of this stupid doll because at the end of the day—the little girl has always been very sweet, and asks for nothing.

He’ll find the damn doll if it kills him.

Due to his temperament, Shinazugawa has a tendency to pour himself into more than he lets on. His refusal to turn a blind eye will often result in him being lead into a number of commitments all without realizing how he has implicated himself.

He cannot ignore the little old man struggling to carry a tree into his home.

Shinazugawa will curse and utter every fowl word in a glower at the old man for how stupid he is to think one of his age should be doing such labor, all while dragging the tree into his home. Decorating it, and sighing at his annoyances.

The Wind Pillar will do the same when it comes to gifts, he savors the opportunity to just bask in loved ones opening presents he has selected for them. To bear witness to the joy that claims their features. Warmed, and tempted at the way their squeal meets his ears.

It makes him miss his siblings.

It’s this excitement that drives him. Pushes him through store to store, fumbling through shelves determined to find the gift that will draw a smile to your face. One that will remind Genya that he is a child. Impart his consideration of the other Hashiras, but he at the same time, you can expect that depending on who the gift is intended for, and where they are at in their relationship—they’re not going to know that the gift is from him.

Or that he is watching from the bushes.

To the same extent, you will find that the holiday season can weigh on Shinazugawa more than you may expect—he has always accepted so many responsibilities that to deny them as they come up would be like plucking a fish from water.

He cannot explain how it is he became the sole person in charge of preparing the holiday dinner.

It’s because Kyojuro’s straying from a traditional recipe resulted in Shinazugawa banning everyone from the kitchens.

The same traditional values that shooed Rengoku from the kitchens is the very one that will also have him fussing over things that aren’t as prone to mattering. The exact placement of decorations, the gifts to consider parting. He will abide by all holidays rules as though they are a faithful code of conduct, rather than a suggestion.

Yet, he will accept it without a second thought, but he’s going to bitch about it. All while hiding a shy smile behind his hand as he averts his eyes, expressing that it is down to the fact that he needs to get started. Really, he’s embarrassed and overjoyed to hear the sincere compliments that flows from everyone.

The red that meets the tip of his ears as the sweet sentiments fall upon his ears.

He’ll scream shut up already and eat, but oh, he has memorized every compliment to memory.

Struggle to swallow the knot in his throat, stuttering and fumbling at your unabashed praise of his efforts.

[ruiniel]

Of course this was going to hurt: from the barely healed bones in his body, to the vertigo hitting without warning whenever he tries sequences that were once second nature, to the slips in his defense reminding of past forays into the way of the sword with his father. "Wait, wait..." Rengoku signals with one hand, the other braced on his knee; nausea is a common detractor nowadays. He sees your feet drawing nearer but can't glance up yet. If he straightens at the waist, he might just spill his lunch all over his tabi socks which is... not the most inspiring sight on a training yard. "Are you all right? Maybe a break would do you good, Master." He smiles at the ground even as you drop down balanced on the balls of your feet, looking up at him. Silently, you offer him a drink of water you'd picked up from the nearby bench, and he finds himself in the odd position of being aided to stand straight, your smaller hands like vices on his arms. "Yes?" He frowns as you gaze at him, the question etched on your face.

He uttered your name just now, didn't he? But... "Nothing... I think a break will... a break will do."

(Rengoku lives AU - WIP)

[reallypleasanttree]

Snippet for Obanai’s first birthday following his escape in canon. 🥰 “When’s your birthday?” Senjuro asked. The boy of six years looked up from his spot on Ruka’s lap. She looked frailer, the bones in her hands and wrist more prominent than three months ago. Her body was wasting away to an unknown disease. Though he lived here for nearly a year he still jumped when she made sudden movements or raised her voice. For his benefit she tried to stay within his field of vision as his right eye was nearly blind. He could see shadows. 

“In the fall when the leaves start to turn,” Obanai answered. He never had the chance to ask his family the exact date. They told him his age changed each year when the leaves changed from green to yellow and eventually brown as they died. How benefitting for the boy who murdered his family. Each leaf falling, never to recover or change. 

Ruka studied him and he shifted uncomfortably. The Rengokus had intense eyes no matter how soft their brows were. Noticing his discomfort she looked down at her youngest son. 

“If you don’t know the exact date, you can share my birthday, Obanai,” Ruka said. Obanai stiffened. Senjuro looked between his mother and foster brother with the widest grin. 

“Please, please, please!” Senjuro squealed. Seeing Senjuro’s palpable excitement, Obanai nodded. 

“It’s September 15. We’ll celebrate together. Shinjuro says you’ll be thirteen,” Ruka said and offered what should have been a kind smile. Her lips pulled back and her teeth showed. It unnerved him. His mother’s smile was the same. Sweet words, but meaningless when the time came. Perhaps Ruka would prove otherwise. 

[carnal-lnstinct]

wip title tag game

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Delicate

TBD

How helpful is f/o in the kitchen

Pairing: Buuhan x Reader

Untitled - “The people say you are cruel and you do nothing to change their minds. You…give them a reason to speak of you unfavorably.”

In Another Lifetime II - Shige

Untitled - There was an envy of you among the other parents in the school district.

Untitled - “Hello again. Sweetie.”

My Future is With you

Saiyans going to Black y/n's family cookout

CHAPT 2. CORRUPT

Thigh Sex. - Shinjuro Rengoku

Sex Pollen. - Xeno Trunks

Swan Song

Radship week

Over a beer bottle

Untitled - "I don't get it. I did everything right, I got you to love me. Y-You love me."

In Another Lifetime II - Paras

Taint and Ravage

Neither Goku, Nor Vegeta II

I wanna feel you in my bones.

Spoils of War

no-pressure tags: @dreadsuitsamus @yeowangies @actuallysaiyan @beneathstarryskies @vegeta-bananabluish @emmacornell @loki-love @vampcubus and anyone other writers interested in participating! ♥

[nymphoheretic]

NSFW ABCs Snippet ft Kyoujuro Rengoku (the letter A)

A = Aftercare

Kyoujuro gazed down at my slumped over body, his fingers gliding softly along my skin. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead as he gently wrapped me up in his arms. I let out a soft groan, telling him that I could not take anymore and a chuckle rumbled in his chest. “I know, my little spitfire.”

He rose from the bed and began to make his way to the bathroom. Sitting me softly on the seat of the toilet, he moved to the tub, not ashamed of his own nakedness. I watched him with droopy, tired eyes as he ran a warm bath for me, putting in my favorite essential oils and even added some bubbles. “Dear one, come. Can you stand? Or do I need to come pick you up again?”

I gave him an annoyed look as I crossed my arms over my chest. “You know good and well, that I cannot feel my legs right now, Kyou.” I pouted at the hearty chuckle he gave and almost swatted at him, but the tingling in my legs and cunt stopped me. We went at it for hours and Kyoujuro put me in positions I never imagined possible. “Kyou~” I whined. “Come put me in the bath, please?”

He laughed once more before scooping me off the toilet and climbing into the large bathtub with me. Kyoujuro sat behind me and wrapped his arms gently around my body and held me close, his chin resting on my shoulder. “I love you, my little fireball.”

I sighed and lead back against his broad chest, letting the warm scented water soothe my aching body. “And I love you, Kyoujuro.”

Tagging the Rengoku girlies: @bakugosbratx @renhoeku @potofstewie @comatosebunny09 @unknownspecies @cherryblossomsenpai @yeahitzally @linpunny @auraee and the network @tokyometronetwork

[maigo-san]

I love love love the squirtlu snip you shared but I hAVE to ask about butterfly manager Rengoku… 👀 @thischachamaru

frankly, aside from the snippet and my previous answer, I have nothing else. but not only do I love corporate slave kyou, I currently feel like one and maybe from this I can expand the idea a bit more.

To the people who have sent the requests, I'm still working on them, it's just pretty slow lately because I've been out of town for a few days and irl has been taking more of my attention than I'd like. I'm sorry for the delay!! 🥺🫰🫰