Ooohh!! Are we suddenly talking about Kyojuro headcanons? What are your thoughts on him during his honeymoon? I keep seeing nsfw posts, but what about the SFW? How sweet and dopey in love is he with his lovely Mrs. Rengoku? 🥺🥺 He would be so cute h elp ♥♥
sdkjnfjkdsf you're right, he would be absolutely adorable! It turned into a little drabble more than headcanons, I hope that's okay!
F!reader and SFW just flirting with your adorkable new husband.
The fire crackles in the fireplace, warming the mountainside cabin as feathery snowflakes drift outside the window.
You're only making cups of hot cocoa, but from the way your new husband gazes at you, his autumn-toned eyes filled with love and awe, you may as well be painting a masterpiece blindfolded.
He's sitting at the kitchen island, perched on a tall stool, one elbow resting on the counter and his chin cradled in his palm. Kyojuro has always looked at you as though you're the most wonderful thing in creation, but since your wedding a week ago, it's on a whole other level.
"You're staring, honey," you say with a grin as you drop a generous heap of marshmallows into his drink.
"Mm..." His already radiant smile brightens even more, "Because you're beautiful, Mrs Rengoku. And I can't believe I'm the one lucky enough to marry you."
Your smile breaks into a chuckle. Ever since you said "I do" he's referred to you that way as often as he can. He also uses every opportunity to call you his wife;
"What would Mrs Rengoku like for breakfast?"
"Would my wife like another back rub?"
"You know what I would enjoy right now? Some time in the hot tub with my wife, Mrs Rengoku."
He wraps his large hands around his mug of hot cocoa and thanks you before taking a sip, giving himself a little white whipped cream mustache. "Mmm... delicious, thank you, Mrs Rengoku."
You laugh happily, as you so often do with him, and gesture to your top lip. "You've got a little..."
"Oh..." He licks his lip with the tip of his tongue, barely making a difference. "Better?"
"No, it's still..."
He licks off another tiny amount. "Now?" Okay, now you know he's doing it on purpose.
"Kyo!"
"Wife! Help me?" His eyes light up with mischievous delight as you lean in to gently kiss the cream off his top lip, his fingers threading through your hair to pull you a little closer.
You finish your drinks together by the fire, cuddled on the couch beneath a warm blanket; Kyojuro holding his mug with one hand while he rests the other on top of your foot, stroking gentle circles around your ankle bone with his thumb. Touching you makes him happy, makes him feel safe and comfortable.
Those golden eyes can never leave you for long either. And neither can his smile. He's just so content and full with the knowledge that he gets to be like this with you for the rest of your days.
"I love you, Mrs Rengoku," he tells you often. And he means it every single time.
