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Just a 22 year old girl who likes to read, write, and fall into other worlds in her downtime.

[porkychan]

Your Savior

(Yandere! Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem! Reader)

Part 2!

Part 1

CW: Assault, reader gets attacked by a customer. Attempted Rape. Foul language, reader is called the c-word. Blood and violence. Murder. If these themes will trigger you please do NOT read.

AN:Thank you so much to everyone who read part 1, I really appreciate it. I don’t plan on making this story too many parts but I’m excited to write it all! If there are any parts you especially love or hate don’t hesitate to let me know. Have a lovely day <3

You felt relieved that you had spoken to Devoted Kyojuro. He said he would help you but you were unsure what that would look like. The price of your maidenhead was extravagant, this only made the price to buy you out mind boggling. If no one around these parts recently had the funds to simply bed you, then it seemed unlikely that a mere Devoted should have the funds to buy you out to set you free. Even if he did, who would spend such a sum on a girl to give her freedom? A girl he barely knows at that.

No, it was unlikely at best.

So that meant he must be planning on some other help. But you couldn’t figure out what it could possibly be.

Well, the fact that you at least had someone outside of the brothel to talk with brought you immense comfort. The small room you’d been given was cramped and constricting, but this was your own space and you were grateful for it. All guests were entertained in the same rooms, and each of the women were given their own small sleeping quarters. You were reapplying your makeup after the last guest you had entertained. The brothel was surprisingly thorough about making sure their clients were presentable. You hadn’t seen any men with diseases yet which you were incredibly thankful for. What you had to do was already so revolting you puked after each client. Every man that came through those doors looked at you like a tool, an object that’s sole use was their pleasure.

You felt so small and insignificant in their presence and you always longed to just disappear.

“Y/N you in there?” A knock at the door and the voice let you know it was Cataleya standing on the other side. She was one of the few girls here who had really bonded with you. All the women had been kind, somehow they all had a silent agreement to support one another, instead of allowing the competitive atmosphere to taint how they treated one another. They all had one common enemy however, the man who owned the brothel. A ruthless, beastly man who cruelly punished any girl who acted out of turn.

He didn’t hit her or punish her physically in that sense. No. He gave her to the customers that other brothels turned away. The customers whose appetites often left girls bruised and treated so roughly they often had trouble taking other customers for some time afterward.

“Come in, Cataleya.” You smiled at her as she walked in, her vibrant pink hair was braided so intricately that you couldn’t help but marvel.

“I just wanted to check on you. I know you’ve already seen one customer so you might not have heard yet but its supposed to be a busy night tonight. I just wanted to be the one to tell you. I know how anxious you feel.” Cataleya was always so kind and thoughtful to you. You truly didn’t think you could have made it all this way sane without her.

You realized Cataleya didn’t look like she had said all she came to. She wore an almost pained expression.

“What is it, Cataleya? You look upset.” The air grew so thick you thought you might be choking on it.

Her eyes were overflowing with pity, “I was told that the owner is having special guests and…one of them wants to have your maidenhead tonight.” You didn’t know what to say. You had been expecting to have a man take you all along these many months. The fact that the brothel you had been sold to prized virginity so highly that no one had so far been able to afford to bed you had been a little bit of luck. It seemed it was at an end though.

“Cataleya you are so kind to worry so much for me.” You stood up and smiled, “this was inevitable though. I am a prostitute, it was bound to happen the moment I was brought here.”

Cataleya only shook her head, “you don’t understand! This man he-he breaks the girls he uses Y/N. He treats them in such a way that they…break.” Her voice cracked on the last word but she kept going. “Their minds, who they are…you know Arisa and Leanna?”

Your blood ran cold. They were two young girls at the brothel who you always felt so sorry for. They were terrified of all men and hurt themselves frequently. They barely spoke and when they did it was hesitant and barely audible.

“You mean this man was-“

Cataleya nodded.

Your mind went blank. You’d just been hoping for a moment that things could be better. You didn’t know what this man did to make those girls so…dead inside; but you knew that you couldn’t give in to it. No matter what he said or did you had to come through the other side.

You were terrified though. You felt your knees wobble and tried to lock them in place to stay upright.

“Thank you again Cataleya. I’ll do my best to prepare myself for tonight.” There was nothing you could really do other than mentally steel yourself for what was to come.

Cataleya hugged you tightly. “Oh my sweet Y/N. I was told this so I could come and fetch you. He’s waiting in the Red Room. You have to go now.”

Your eyes widened. So soon? You’d only just been told! This all was so unfair, your parents had made your life a living hell and you felt hatred for them burn inside you deeper than ever.

You began to tear up because you also missed them. They hadn’t always been cowards, feeble people willing to do anything for some money. When you had been little you’d been all happy together, those fond memories made it all the more painful to hate them how you now did. You hated and loved them. The two emotions were so closely linked inside of you that you wondered if one day you wouldn’t be able to tell which you truly felt more.

You slapped your cheeks to steady yourself and nodded to Cataleya. “I’m going be okay Cataleya. I do feel a bit numb but I’m going to try to be strong. I promise I’m not going to give in. If he wants to break me then that’s just what I won’t do.” You tried to smile but it was difficult. You tried your best not to shake and walked out of the room on unsteady feet.

There was one of the owners men waiting outside the door when you arrived and he stopped you before you entered. “Make sure you please him. He’s a very important man, so if he is displeased you can imagine what awaits you.” You nodded hurriedly, you were even more terrified now but you did you best to not show it. The man nodded before opening the door to usher you in. The room was dim, candles were lit around the bed and you didn’t see anyone at first. The door slammed shut behind you.

“Took you long enough.” A man’s voice spoke into your ear. You whirled around to face him, he was tall. Taller then almost any man you had seen before, and incredibly handsome. He looked arrogant, a pompous smile splayed across his face.

“I-I apologize. I was only just informed I was to attend you.” You bowed low. The man grabbed your chin and brought it up to look at him. His eyes held no mirth or warmth of any kind, they leered down at you, stripping you of all dignity. “Get on the bed.”

You nodded and began to turn away from him, then he shoved you down harshly onto the bed. You hit it hard and you were bent over at an odd angle. You crawled further onto the bed and turned to face him. He began to take off his belt, pants and shirt leaving him completely naked. “They assured me you were a maiden. If you are then you have got to be the ugliest bitch I’ve ever seen.” His voice sounded so disgusted that he made you want to bathe. You felt like you were the disgusting one, not him.Then he was on top of you, feeling and pulling on your clothes, “are you gonna cry for me, you ugly cunt? When I’m through with you there won’t be anything left that anyone could want. I might be a bit more gentle if you beg me to be?”

His body was so heavy on top of you, you felt like you were suffocating, his hand went beneath your dress and yanked off your undergarments. His other hand tore the top of your dress down to expose your chest. Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes, but most of all you just felt sick. You knew this was just the beginning and you wanted to throw up from how horrible it already felt. His naked body touching yours was cold, his skin was clammy like he was already dead. A corpse masquerading as a man.

The man on top of you opened his mouth to bite your neck, you could smell his breath and began openly gagging. His teeth had just made contact with your skin and you feared he meant to draw blood. He was biting down so harshly; you swore the skin broke open and you cried out in agony when the door burst open.

The man and you both froze but for entirely different reasons. You were frozen in shock that someone was willing to risk the man’s wrath, while the man was frozen in anger. Only for a brief moment though, he turned toward the door and shouted at the intruder.

“Who the fuck is interrupting me?!”

You couldn’t see who was at the door with the man on top of you but the next thing you knew he was thrown across the room. He crashed into the wall loudly and cried out in pain.

Your vision now clear you could see who had barged in and thrown the man off of you. To say you were dumbfounded would be a gross understatement.

You gasped audibly, “D-Devoted Kyojuro ? What are you doing here? I-“ you cut off when he looked at you. His eyes were blazing furnaces in the dim light, he looked like a dragon who had come back to his hoard of treasure and had found a thief there instead. If looks could burn, you’d have been evaporated by the heat of his gaze.

“Are you unharmed, my lady?” His voice sounded so angry, so dark you almost didn’t recognize it. You nodded your head quickly and attempted to cover your body with the tattered dress. The movement caught his eyes and they bore holes into you. You laid naked before a man of the Faith and you could feel you entire body grow hot beneath his gaze. Without another word Kyojuro moved, he suddenly stood above the man who had by this time just begun to get his bearings.

“What the h-“ he was cut off by Kyojuros hand as he grabbed the man by the neck and hauled him up. Despite the man being taller than Kyojuro his feet dangled above the ground, he struggled in an attempt to pry Kyojuros fingers from his throat but his hand didn’t budge. You could see the muscles bulging on his arm through the fabric of his habit, then with tremendous strength he brought the man’s head down and crashed his skull into the hardwood floor. There was a sickening crunch and the man grew still. His limbs twitched but he wasn't able to move. Kyojuro leaned down and whispered in the man’s face, “you shouldn’t have fucking touched what belongs to me.”

Kyojuro turned towards you and smiled a wide happy smile. There was blood splattered over his face that made him look crazed. Then he punched in the man’s throat ending his life.

Kyojuro lost his head a little bit when he saw your clothes torn off you that way. To finally see your naked body should have been the greatest moment of his life. Instead it was fouled by the creature who had done it to you. You were terrified and trembling on the bed, no one else should ever get to even breathe your air much less do something so degrading and evil to you. He was justified in any action he could take towards the man, the evil he had done could not be forgiven. He had already had to deal with one dead man, and it was unwise of him to leave another body in his wake. So publicly at that.

Kyojuro smiled and licked his teeth. The moment when he shattered the man’s windpipe had been sheer bliss, fuck it had felt good. His eyes glossed over and he turned to you like a dog begging its master for praise.

You still lay there on the bed petrified. Poor thing, you were still scared weren’t you? Didn’t you know that you were safe now? In his arms no harm would ever come to you again. Kyojuro walked over to the bed and knelt down beside it. You swallowed hard, your breathing was heavy and he noticed your neck then, there was a bite mark on your neck. Blood slowly leaked from the punctures, the wound wasn’t deep enough to be a danger to you but it definitely needed to be cleaned and treated immediately.

All these thoughts were secondary to Kyojuro. There was a mark left on you.

Moving so fast you weren’t able to even discern all his movements; he was suddenly on the bed next to you. He firmly grasped the side of your jaw and neck, he was careful not to hold too tightly and before you could react, he licked the bite. You gasped in shock as he sucked on the wound lightly and lapped at it. Your skin was so wonderfully soft and smooth, but the taste of your blood was acrid on his tongue. Yet he needed the last touch upon you to be his, not anyone else’s.

“D-Devoted Kyojuro, what are you doing?” Your voice was so timid, Kyojuro smiled against your neck before breaking away.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you, my lady. The wound needed to be cleaned, I was chewing some sage up and trying to place it on your neck. It is known for its antibacterial properties.” He stuck his tongue out and you could see the leaves clinging to his tongue. His eyes looked glazed over almost; you wondered if the sage had made his eyes water. Your thoughts were scattered and you knew it was your mind trying to deal with the shock of the whole situation.

“Oh, I see.”

You didn’t know what else to say. You had so many questions but at the same time your mind felt numb and sluggish. Unable to process what was happening.

“I didn’t get to fully apply the sage. Would you permit me? I’m sorry I went ahead without your permission before, I was only concerned for your well-being. I would apply it with my hands but-” he gestured to his bloody hands. Kyojuro smiled gently and you nodded.

He leaned in once again but this time you were ready for it and braced yourself. His mouth locked on and this time you could feel the leaves that he had chewed up and his tongue smearing it all onto your skin. When he came away he took his long cloak off that had covered his habit, “may I?”

He was so gentle that the earlier glee you’d seen when he had killed the man seemed as if in a dream. “Yes. Thank you very much, Devoted Kyojuro. He wrapped it around you and helped you stand up. He took a bandage from a pouch as his waist and carefully wrapped it around your neck.

You looked at the man slumped against the wall and began to shake once again, “I’ll be killed. When they find him they’ll-“

“Shhhh.” Kyojuro placed a finger on your lips and leaned down to look you in the eyes. “Do not fret, all shall be well. You’ll see.” Kyojuros eyes held a light inside them, all you wanted was to believe in the holy man before you. He wrapped his arms around you and led you out of the brothel.

The brothel was eerily silent as you left, the hallways empty of any living persons. As you got down to the main floor you came face to face with the owner of the brothel. Kyojuro only looked at him and the man hurriedly moved to the side of the door and bowed low.

“Thank you for your patronage.”

The owner's words sent a jolt through you, what did he mean? Why was he letting you go?

“You see? It’s all taken care of. You’re no longer bound to this place.” Your knees gave out and you collapsed, the relief you felt was overwhelming to the point that you could no longer hold yourself up.

“I’m free.” Tears leaked from your eyes and you cried tears of joy. “I’m free. Thank you Devoted One. Thank you, thank you…” you babbled on for several moments until Kyojuro picked you up in his arms and carried you. You fell asleep quickly in his arms, thanking him with each breath until he arrived with you to his residence. Your sleeping form was so perfect in his arms, he clutched you closer to himself as he made his way inside.

His steward was waiting for him at the door, “Your excellency. We made the room as you commanded and everything was prepared as you asked.”

The man was utterly loyal to the position that Kyojuro held, and even more so to Kyojuro himself.

Kyojuro walked past him and made his way upstairs to your room. He was so excited for you to see everything he had prepared, you deserved to he lavished and spoiled like no other and he was only too pleased to serve that endeavor. You would be free to live the life you wanted, with him to make it possible. Kyojuro sighed happily, now you were his.

Forever.

[porkychan]

Your Savior

(Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem! Reader)

Part 2

AN: Hello All! This is my first post on here so please be kind. I’ve wanted to do a religious Yandere for a while and Rengoku is one of my favs. I don’t plan on doing smut but definitely some heavy scenes and very suggestive (more then suggestive) content ahead. I’ll probably do multiple posts but we will see how the story unfolds. Thank you! Enjoy!

CW: Blood, Violence, Nudity, Profanity, Reader gets assaulted

He saw you. You came each day diligently with your offerings and he was always there when you came. It was one of his duties to collect the offerings of the Sanctuary near the end of the day.

Kyojuro knew himself to be a passionate man. Nay, passionate may have been too lukewarm a word. Yet there was no other word strong enough to describe him.

So passionate would have to suffice.

The Passions was therefore the perfect religion for him; the doctrine taught that all who felt strongly enough about a cause, would be driven enough to accomplish any goal. Their Passion would be rewarded.

Kyojuro loved his Faith, and being a man of the cloth gave him immense satisfaction, so naturally seeing others Passion and sincerity always pushed him to be better.

Not you however. Every day you came into the chapel, your offerings in hand, and a serene expression. Kyojuro was unsure how much Passion you truly felt. You seemed to be missing something.

There was a coldness inside of you that Kyojuro couldn’t wrap his head around.

Well, that wasn’t the only reason he watched you each night.

You were also…seductive. Intoxicating. Something Kyojuro knew in his bones was so very wrong to feel. Yet he couldn’t help it.

Each night you opened the doors to the chapel, it was freezing outside this time of year, and despite the chill, removed your scarf from your head as soon as you entered. Letting your h/c locks tumble down across your breasts.

Your dress was not made for winter. It fell scandalously low over your bosom. Tight and thin, so thin he was able to make out the outline of your breasts nipples poking through the fabric. Hard from the cool air.

You wanted to be looked at. Your lips were painted a scarlet red, like fresh berries plump and eager to be bitten.

Kyojuro felt his britches tighten over his groin and was thankful for the habit that covered him. You gazed up at the well-lit altar, and placed your offerings among the others before you knelt in submission.

Kyojuro moved to collect the offerings for the night and be on his way, and attempted to ignore his base desires. He lusted to take you right before his god that praised such passion, yet it was forbidden to one such as he.

As he moved in front of you he caught tears gliding down your face. Your eyes were closed, mouth open in prayer and for the first time, Kyojuro saw you cry.

Fuck.

You looked so tantalizing, your mouth open and ready. Eyes closed and teary, the mere sight had him holding back a growl in his throat.

“My good lady, may I be of any assistance to you? You seem to be in need of company.” He asked you in a delicate manner.

You looked up at him, his figure large and imposing. He took up almost your whole line of sight. Yet he did not frighten you, how odd since most men you came into contact with emanated an aura of danger.

They seemed like beasts, hungry for prey.

Perhaps he did not seem such, as he was a man of the Passions. A Devoted was not one to have such emotions you were sure, they were men whose passions were for higher things.

Perhaps he might even be sympathetic with your plight.

“I would not dare to trouble you Devoted One, I have only come to lay my troubles at the feet of They Who Hear Us. I dare not trouble one such as yourself.” You were aware of your station however and did not intend to inconvenience anyone, he more then likely had better things to be about then helping one such as you.

“Nonsense.” He knelt down in front of you on the cold marble flooring of the altar. “I wish only to serve you. Place yourself-your thoughts-bare before me.” He had halted briefly with a knowing smile as he spoke.

Could he know what you were?

No. Not a holy man such as he, it was impossible he had seen you in your place of dwelling.

“As you say, Devoted-“

“Kyojuro. You may call me Kyojuro.”

“Thank you, Devoted Kyojuro.” Your tears had subsided a bit but now you must tell him your sorrows and new tears welled up in your eyes. You bit your lip, refusing to wail before a man of the church.

His eyes strayed to your mouth, his gaze hot and heavy upon you. Despite the cold outside, the temperature of the room grew hotter. He realized you had begun to speak and broke out of his trance.

“You may cast me out when I tell you this, yet I can not bear the life I lead any longer! I-I-.” Your nerve was almost making you stop but surely he could lend some small comfort to you.

“I am a prostitute, Devoted Kyojuro.” His eyes widened yet he did not interrupt, so you continued to share your plight. “My family passed away several months ago, and they-” you bit down hard on your lip. “They had many debts. So many that the man they had borrowed from had been threatening them for some time. Rather than telling me this, they sold me to the debtor. They took their own lives shortly afterwards.” You cried bitterly, “I suppose out of guilt. Much good their guilt does to me. My body has become the plaything for any man who so pleases.”

You wrapped your arms around your scantily clad body. You didn’t own any clothes, and were only permitted to wear certain clothing the brothel provided. You missed the way his gaze dropped down to your now even more exposed breasts. By hugging yourself how you were, your cleavage was dangerously close to falling completely out. Kyojuro held his breath for fear he’d groan aloud at the sight.

“I have no way out. All I can do is come here to pray and ask They Who Hear Us for mercy.”

Kyojuro thought it made sense now why you dressed and acted how you did. Such an unfortunate life to have led. So many misfortunes to have forced upon you through no action of your own. Your family disgusted him, and he felt a snarl marring his features. He quickly smoothed his expression and took your face in his hand.

“My lady, I would never cast out one such as you. One who in the face of hardship continues to come back devoutly to our god. You are one who is prized above all others for your passion and commitment.” He wiped the tears from your rosy cheeks and shivered at how soft they were. Fuck you looked heavenly. Your eyes were glossy from tears and you looked almost hopeful at him. He wanted to see you make more expressions like that one. “I believe I have heard your words for a reason my lady. I believe I can help you.”

Your face broke out into a radiant smile, “Truly Devoted Kyojuro? Do you truly believe you can help?”

The smile he returned was absolutely wicked, yet all you saw was your savior.

“Oh yes. I believe I can.”

The next day Kyojuro could barely contain his excitement. The truth was, Kyojuro was one of the wealthiest men in the country. He came from a prestigious family and had inherited a sizable fortune. Not to mention his ranking in the church and the money he earned there. So he was not worried in the least about paying off your debt. He could have done that in an eyeblink. He was also very tempted to just burn the brothel to the ground along with the people you had been sold to.

That would get him into trouble though, he would normally have not cared much but if he were to be arrested, then he wouldn’t be able to be with you. That possibility was out of the question.

So Kyojuro planned on buying you out. Every brothel would sell their women for the right price, therefore that would be the easiest and quickest way to get you into his hands.

He hummed pleasantly to himself as he worked, Kyojuro planned on going to the brothel that evening, but before he could go he had to take care of his duties at the Sanctuary. As he worked he noticed a man dressed in rather slovenly clothing muttering to himself before the statues at the front of the Sanctuary. Having impeccable hearing, Kyojuro heard him quite plainly.

“Please allow me to have her for my own, I may be a poor man but my desires run as hot as any oh They Who Hear Us. Do not cast aside the feelings I offer thee. The lovely Y/N is all I desire.”

At this Rengoku almost choked, this urchin dared desire you for himself? The fact that disgusting vermin such as this man had even been in your presence, much less bed you made Kyojuro see red.

“One night is all I wish for, though it may seem impossible I could earn enough money for her, just one night.”

Had the man not yet taken you then, you said that you were a prostitute and therefore Kyojuro has assumed that your maidenhood had been taken. Perhaps it was still intact though, perhaps a virgin was priceless indeed and therefore they charged a remarkable sum to any who would take it. The idea of he himself being the one to claim it sent chills down his spine. Then another thought stirred within him, if they monitored you so closely, they likely had someone watching you to make sure none of the patrons you entertained took it upon themselves to enter you for the first time.

He really might just have to burn that brothel to the ground.

Not before he dealt with this filth first.

“Excuse me, Sir. You seem to be in need of council. May I be of any service to you?” The man’s guilty expression brought a grin to Kyojuros face. “Oh, no good Devoted One. Pay no mind to one such as I. I am simply praying for good fortunes.” The man smiled in a pained fashion, even looking at Kyojuro seemed too awkward to the wretch. As well it should, the man was a disgusting vermin to be praying for such a heinous desire. “Ah, a man of deep faith I see.” Kyojuro smiled cruelly at the man. “Allow me to show you to another altar then. There is an altar further into the Sanctuary where it is said all prayers laid at its base are answered. You seem to be a man in need of fulfillment.”

The man’s eyes widened, “truly? You would show me this place?” His eyes were filled with hope, gone was his shame.

Pathetic.

Kyojuro’s smile grew, “why yes. Follow me down this staircase here…”

AN: thank you for reading! Please comment any thoughts and I hope to post again soon