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🪐Child of the Universe✨Kyojuro Rengoku is my religion❤️‍🔥🔥🛐

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❤Senjuro and his future wives❤

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KOCHO SISTERS AU: first concept art of the kids + headcanons🌸

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🌸Kocho sisters AU🌸: In this AU (Alternative Universe) Kyojuro met Kanae and fell in love with her before he became a pillar❤

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Will Kanae remain a hashira after the triplets are born?

Nope, she retired, after Kanae gave birth to the triplets she was occupied taking care of them 24/7, Kyojuro also took a break to help her the first month and even when he returned to the confederation he reduced his missions a lot so he could be with his sons and Kanae could rest a little once in a while, Senjuro also helps a lot, Kanae also hadn’t the time to manage the butterfly estate anymore so this responsibility was passed down to Shinobu

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Was Taijuro named after Tanjiro or am i just seeing things? Also, love this au. It's cute and so happy Kanae and kyojuro got a second chance to be alive with their siblings!

Kinda, I originally wanted the oldest of the triplets to be named after Tanjiro, but I didn’t want to break the “Juro” tradition of the Rengokus: (SenJURO, KyoJURO, ShinJURO),and I didn’t like “Tanjuro” so I changed it into “Taijuro”, which i think sounds more nicely

Fun fact: Kanae calls the triplets by their short names (Tai, Gin and Hyo) while Kyojuro calls them by their full names (Taijuro, Ginjuro and Hyojuro). And the triplets call Kanae “Mommy” (except Ginjuro, he only calls her “mom”) while they call Kyojuro “Father”

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fooled around on artbreeder and photoshop so yeah baes <3

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Rengoku but with a ponytail……..  👉👈

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hi i have decided a favorite

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another (x) high ponytail Rengoku for my friend @farmhandler!

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Love your writing! Can we get a history teacher AU? Maybe with some NSFW 👀 fellow teacher y/n always had the hots for Rengoku-sensei but never had the courage to say anything until one day, on his birthday, she finds him alone grading papers and everything just comes out

Hope you’re doing well!

Hey, bby! I’m doing well. Hope you like this one. ❤️‍🔥

Kyōjurō x F!S/O: After School Hours (Smut, Modern AU, NSFW Scenario)

Warnings: Smut, Semi-Public Sex (Library), Clothed Sex, Birthday Sex, Food Play (Body Icing)

Read part 2 here.

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(Y/n)’s hands were so shaky as she tried her best to get herself from the faculty room, down to the library on the second floor. To say that she was frazzled and nervous would have been an understatement, as she had chosen that day to finally confess her feelings to the enigmatic History teacher— Rengoku Kyōjurō.

She had always harbored feelings for the blond, ever since she had first started at the academy. And even though the other teachers always kept teasing them about being too close to each other— as well as the other women telling her that he liked her— she still held on to the possibility that they were wrong.

After all, it was better to expect the worst; so that she wouldn’t be that disappointed when she received the truth.

The closer that she got to the library, however, the harder that her heart began to pound in her chest. And the more that she began to think that she shouldn’t be so bold.

She had even thought to turn back immediately, only to be plagued by thoughts of her regrets haunting her once she got home. (Y/n) didn’t want all of the ‘what-ifs’ from this one choice to haunt her forever.

After all, the worst that he could do was to thank her and give her a friendly hug.

At that thought, she quickly shook her head— clearing the worst case scenario from her mind— before pushing her legs to walk faster to the empty library.

She only knew that it was empty after having seen Kyōjurō stay there after class on most days. He would grade papers until the school closed down, instead of taking his work home with him.

And after asking him once why he preferred the library, he told her that it was the perfect place to do work; all because the students who did have tiny crushes on him never thought to check for him all the way at the back of the place.

‘Oh gods, I may just be worse than those students,’ (Y/n) thought in a panic, almost dropping the cupcake in her hands. But she managed to right herself at the last second, taking a deep breath in through her nose and exhaling it from her mouth.

“Okay, calm down, (Y/n).” The young woman tried to soothe herself, even going as far as to close her eyes for a brief moment, before stepping inside the library as quietly as she could.

One foot in front of the other— she kept making her legs move, until she was at the end of the aisle that led to the tables at the back of the library.

And right there, in all his handsome glory, was Kyōjurō— pen being twirled between his fingers, and eyes focused solely on the paper in his left hand.

Gingerly, (Y/n) fished the lighter from her skirt’s pocket and lit the tiny candle that she had stuck in the middle of the cupcake; one she’d baked the night before, and decorated with so many intricate designs— all for him.

“Rengoku-sensei,” She called softly, her voice even cracking at his name. Yet it had the blond looking up at her— eyes widening a fraction of an inch, while his lips curled up at the corners.

Kyōjurō felt absolutely flustered.

Especially when (Y/n) walked forward with the cupcake, eyes solely on him to block out the nerves that were trying to consume her.

Thankfully for her, he met her halfway; standing right in front of her, and turning all of his attention towards the woman who made his heart race— in the best way.

“Happy birthday, I baked it just for you,” (Y/n) managed to breathe out softly, before holding it up a little higher for him.

And her heart almost leapt out of her chest when Kyōjurō reached out with his right hand and gently wrapped it around her wrist— holding her shaky hands steady, as he leaned in and blew the candle out.

“Thank you, (Y/n)-sensei. You didn’t have to go through all this trouble for me,” Kyōjurō stated with a grin, even as his eyes momentarily flickered down to his co-teacher’s plump lips.

He was naught to admit it, but he had racked up so many nights just fantasizing about those lips on him; on any part of his body.

At first it had started as a simple crush for him, but it had evolved into something else; something much deeper than simple attraction. However, what the other male teachers had told him was that she already had someone she liked, so he had held himself back from confessing his own feelings.

Which was a surprise that she even sought him out on his birthday, when he fully expected her to have gone home with everyone else— as he wanted to finish work before celebrating with his family.

“I wanted to…” (Y/n) answered quietly, before swallowing past the lump in her throat and coming out with it. “Because I like you, Rengoku-sensei. I like you so much that I can’t get you out of my mind- and I- just… I want you!”

Mortified couldn’t even begin to describe just how (Y/n) felt at that botched confession. She could even feel her shame washing over her in waves; making her face and ears red, especially when she looked up and saw nothing but surprise on Kyōjurō’s face.

Instead of pushing her away like she had expected, the blond calmly took the cupcake from her hands and set it down on the table. All before closing the space between them, and staring right at her.

If she were to be honest, she would say that he looked a little… excited.

Gone was his exuberant attitude, and in its place came something much more attractive; a million times sexier than his usual persona.

“That’s great, (Y/n)-s… chan. Because I like you too… and I want you just as bad.” Kyōjurō finally admitted, feeling his own pulse racing as he gently cupped her face in his hands and leaned in to press his lips to hers.

When (Y/n) didn’t try to pull away from him, Kyōjurō decided to be a little more liberal with his touches; pulling her flush against his chest, before awkwardly spinning both of them around, so that he could sit her down on the table.

Thankfully, they had missed the cupcake entirely. Because a lightbulb just went on in his head, as he gently wedged himself between her thighs and began to caress her soft skin.

With every pass of his hands up her thighs, he pushed the hem of her skirt up little by little— making no effort to hide what his intentions were.

“I’ve always liked you, (Y/n).” A gentle kiss to her lips, before dragging his lips down to her neck and sucking on it. “And I’m so happy that you have the same feelings.”

If it was any other woman, Kyōjurō never would have touched them. But it was (Y/n), and he had been holding himself back for two years; that alone was torture for him, so he couldn’t keep himself from indulging in her immediately.

Before either of them could comprehend it, (Y/n) was already on her back on the table, with Kyōjurō kissing down her exposed chest and his fingers circling around her clit.

All the while, (Y/n) was in such bliss that she couldn’t even muster up any coherent thoughts. All she could do was moan and mewl as Kyōjurō kissed her all over.

When he pulled away for a bit, however, she was brought back to reality; keen eyes solely on him, as he reached over and swiped a little bit of the cupcake’s icing on his index finger.

Initially, she thought that it was weird for him to stop for a taste of that, until she realized his plan when he dabbed the icing on both of her nipples.

It was a little bit warm, but it was made all the warmer when Kyōjurō wrapped his lips around her right nipple; licking and sucking on the hard bud, while his index finger circled and teased the other one.

“Rengoku-sensei!” The young woman moaned out, one hand delving into his hair and curling into the soft strands. But Kyōjurō didn’t relent; not until her back was arching and her legs were wrapped around his hips.

It was obvious that she was cumming, and it gave Kyōjurō an all-time high at feeling her come apart beneath him. Especially since he wasn’t even inside her yet.

When she was calm and spent beneath him, the blond pulled away from her right nipple— making quick work of licking her left nipple clean— before pecking her lips.

“Do you want more, (Y/n)?” He asked with a grin, feeling his cock throb in his pants at how beautiful she looked post-orgasm.

He expected her to refuse, but was pleasantly surprised when she shook her head. “Please give me more.”

“Good girl.” The praise had just slipped out and made his lips tingle, but he paid it no mind as he quickly undid his belt and pants to pull his cock out.

Then, as gently as he could, he pulled her ass to the end of the table before pushing her skirt up all the way; groaning aloud at the sight of her panties being so soaked with her cum.

What made it better for him, however, was the fact that she was wearing red lace. As if she had worn it just for him.

He didn’t have time to dwell on it though— cock twitching with need, as he fully pushed the crotch of her panties aside and rubbed the tip of his dick up and down her slit.

“Please, sensei, no more teasing,” (Y/n) whined quietly, which only spurred Kyōjurō to give in to her.

So, slowly, he dragged the head of his cock all the way to her entrance and pushed inside her tight cunt. He almost buckled at how heavenly she felt around him, but held firmly to her hips before bottoming out in her.

His pace was gentle at first, getting her used to how thick he was, before beginning to really pound her against the table. He pushed in hard and fast, milking his own pleasure and adding to it by watching her expressions.

Because, it was guaranteed, that his current reality was better than all of his fantasies combined.

And it was made all the better with how he watched (Y/n) lose control— especially when he lifted her legs up onto his shoulders and held on tight to her ankles.

He just hoped that marks wouldn’t show up later, since he still had plans for both of them; mainly taking her home to meet his family.

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BONUS:

After everything was said and done, with Kyōjurō’s cum slowly trickling out from (Y/n)’s cunt, he pulled her up to his chest— hugging her tight and pressing butterfly kisses to her neck. “You should get dressed, (Y/n). We have to go home with me.”

“But… why?” The young woman was confused, but she was too boneless after getting thoroughly fucked that her question fell flat.

“So that my family can meet my girlfriend, of course.”

“What? We just- I’m- Rengoku-sensei!” That had pulled (Y/n) out of her stupor immediately. Then, she hissed at him, “I’m still full of your cum! I can’t meet your parents like this!”

“I can lick it clean for you.” Kyōjurō was joking, he really was… at least at first. But he thought that eating her out wouldn’t be so bad. So, they stayed just a little bit longer in the library; much to (Y/n)’s chagrin.

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Kyōjurō x F!S/O: ❌📛🔞Jealous🔞📛❌ (Modern AU, NSFW Scenario)

Summary: (Y/n) brings Kyōjurō to a work party, only for him to get jealous when he sees her getting along too well with her co-workers.

Warnings: Smut, Teasing, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Begging, Marking (Hickeys), Semi-Public Sex (Car Sex), Breeding Kink, Jealous!Kyō

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Getting invited to parties wasn’t something new for Kyōjurō, so when his fiancée asked him to go with her on a night out with her co-workers, he didn’t hesitate to say no. After all, he wanted to meet the people that kept her company during her work hours.

But from the minute that they stepped into the small and dingy bar, and she had received welcoming hugs from the other men in the room, something unsavory had begun to brew within him.

He couldn’t very well tell her that they had to leave, since (Y/n) genuinely looked like she was having fun— especially with her dancing with a few of her female co-workers. She was the sexiest woman he’d ever met, made even sexier by the devilish grin on her breathtaking face.

And so, he was stuck sitting by the bar for most of the night, watching (Y/n) intently as some daring men gave her hugs. It made the jealousy within him roil— churning deep in his gut that it made him frown and sigh under his breath a few times.

Clearly, that was not like the usual him, who was happy go lucky and all for interpersonal relationships, but seeing his fiancée touching other men— men that he didn’t know much about— made him so possessive of her. He felt that they were competition, because he saw the look on some of their faces.

It was the same expression that he had caught on his face one too many times— especially when he was thinking about her.

They wanted (Y/n), and he was not going to let them have her. Ever, if he could help it.

“Hi, I’m closing my tab,” Kyōjurō, trying his best to keep his voice even, said as he flagged down the bartender. He would have left it open, but even he wasn’t sure if him and (Y/n) were going to take a while; while he reminded her who she belonged to.

Eyes never leaving his fiancée, he slid his card over to the all-too-eager bartender and quickly settled the bill; almost breaking the pen in half when he saw another man snake in between her and a female coworker so they could dance with her.

His knuckles were turning white around the pen, which he almost slammed down on the bar, yet he reigned his feelings in— if only to save (Y/n)’s reputation with her co-workers. He didn’t want them thinking that she was stuck with a controlling husband-to-be, because that was far from the case.

Kyōjurō just didn’t like how well she was getting along with all the men, and how oblivious she was of their intentions.

So, finishing the last of his drink off, the blond slid off of his bar stool— eyes zeroed in on (Y/n)— and made his way over to her. He crossed the dimly lit room with purpose, avoiding every person that was nothing more than a hurdle to him at that point. Until he stood right behind her, close enough to hear her giggle, and smell the intoxicating scent of her hair.

Then, seamlessly— and a little shamelessly— Kyōjurō settled his hands on either side of (Y/n)’s waist, before sliding them down to her hips and pulling her ass flush against his crotch. And as if that wasn’t obvious enough to warn the men there that she was his, Kyōjurō leaned down and pressed the lightest kiss against the side of her neck.

“Keep me company, baby?” Kyōjurō whispered against her skin, his words heated and the way that his fingers gently squeezed (Y/n)’s hips letting her know that he wanted more than just her company. “Come on, let’s go outside.”

And with that, without so much as a smirk at the man whom had been dancing with his fiancée, Kyōjurō steered (Y/n) out of the dingy bar— and right to his parked car.

He didn’t even waste any time then, pressing her up against the passenger door and burying his face in the crook of her neck; where he littered her skin with kisses and so many love bites, all while relishing in her soft and sexy moans.

“Kyō, we’re in public,” (Y/n) breathed out, eyes closing and head lolling to the side to give her lover more access to her neck.

Clearly, she was eating up all the attention that he was giving her; feeling so hot and needy for him at the same time. So much so that she had to squeeze her thighs together to alleviate the heat building up between them.

“Get in the car, baby,” The young man whispered, all while reluctantly letting go of her so that she could crawl onto the seats in the back.

He wasted no time then, getting in behind (Y/n) and making quick work of the hem of her dress. Quickly flipping it onto her back, he then grasped either side of her panties and pulled them down to her thighs.

If anything, his cock began to throb even harder at the sight of her wet cunt right in front of him— something that the bastards that she worked with would never have the pleasure of seeing, tasting, or fucking. So, with that in mind, Kyōjurō settled his hands on either side of her hips oncr more, before he leaned down and licked a stripe up her slit.

At that action, (Y/n)’s loud and salacious moan filled the car— going straight to Kyōjurō’s cock and making it twitch with need. “Fuck, Kyō!”

Slowly, he began to toy with her pussy— alternating between sucking her clit, and trying to fuck her with his tongue, with the need to get her wild with need for him driving him to be as enthusiastic as possible.

And with his left hand still holding onto the back of her thigh, Kyōjurō took his right one and used his fingers to rub her clit— if only to get them wet enough— before pushing two of them inside her tight pussy.

(Y/n) moaned aloud at the feeling of being stretched out, especially when Kyōjurō brushed against her gspot and made her hips buck involuntarily. The feeling was so heavenly that she could only lean her forehead down against her arms on the seat. “Please, Kyō! Please!”

What exactly she was begging for, she didn’t know. All that she was sure of was that she needed more of him, and fast.

“You want my cock, baby?” The young man breathed out, lips and chin still glistening with (Y/n)’s wetness all over him. He was so hard that it was close to painful, and there was nothing that he wanted more than to bury his dick balls deep inside her, yet he wanted to make her beg for him.

Only him.

“Please, please… Kyō, I need you.” (Y/n) sounded so desperate, as she tried to thrust her hips back against his hand— needing more friction, and needing his cock deep inside her to hit that one spot that drove her crazy.

So, without much effort, the blond unbuttoned his pants and made quick work of smearing (Y/n)’s essence on his fingers against the tip of his cock— also smearing his precum around in the process.

“You want me, baby?” Kyōjurō teased softly, feeling his need grip him so tightly, yet fighting it in favor of hearing (Y/n) beg for so much more; if only to ease the jealousy that he still felt within him. “You want me to knock you up?”

His words put pause to the young woman, as if it had broken her somehow— until she pushed her ass back against him and even reached down, leaning most of her weight on one arm, to spread her pussy with her fingers.

“Please knock me up, Kyōjurō.”

Who was he to say no to such a tempting plea? So, he knelt up on the backseat of his car and lined his cock up to (Y/n)’s pussy— teasing her a little by rubbing the tip of his erection against her clit, before sliding it up to her entrance and slowly pushing in.

The mere feel of her cunt taking him in was so intoxicating, that nothing else mattered except the two of them in that moment; not the building heat in the car, nor the fact that they were a few feet away from a crowded bar. All that kept running through Kyōjurō’s mind was that he was the only one who was allowed to fuck (Y/n), and it would always be that way.

“Oh, fuck, Kyō! Fuck me!” The young woman cried out with a moan, eyes screwed shut as she felt more and more of her lover’s thick length slide inside her— until he was pressed as deep as he can be inside her, right against that spot that made her go brainless for a second.

And when he began to move, she could only be reduced to a moaning and needy mess against him. The mere feel of his thick cock thrusting inside her had her crying out obscenities that she put no filter on, spurring Kyōjurō on until he was thrusting so hard and fast that he had to hold on to her hips to keep her from sliding off.

It was a hot and frantic coupling that drove both of them wild— so crazy with need for each other that they were only focused on reaching their orgasms.

It was like a heavy wave building within them, going higher and higher until they were at the precipice of it all— with (Y/n) reaching the top first and feeling her release course through every inch of her body.

Though, Kyōjurō never stopped fucking her until he reached his own climax minutes later— which triggered another orgasm for his lover; one that had her screaming in pleasure and reaching down to play with her clit.

“Fuck me! Fuck me, Kyō! Please knock me up!” (Y/n) cried breathlessly as she rode out the remnants of her high, feeling so spent and dazed afterwards that she couldn’t even move while Kyōjurō leaned down to kiss her right shoulder.

“Rest up, baby, because I’m still not done with you.”