Could you do a Yandere Alpha Kyojuro Rengoku X Omega Reader? Maybe he could save her from getting assaulted and then claims her for himself type of thing? A breading kink and smut scene would be nice…Anyway thank you for all you do and no pressure at all to do this one! Have a nice day!
An Omega as Demon Slayer? Unheard of! While watching you, Kyojuro catches you getting into Heat and being assaulted by some Alphas so he comes to your rescue.
You're thankful, but obviously in Heat, Kyojuro decides to use the situation to his advantage and pleasure both you and him, but in the end, his feelings and obsession get the better of him.
He had his eyes on you the moment you had passed the Final Selection and became an official Demon Slayer. You had guts, he admitted that any day, but as Omega you were at a disadvantage.
It was a miracle that you had made it into the corps, given your status that you were so desperately trying to hide with medical herbs, but even you couldn't fight against Heat when its time would eventually come. It was just a matter of time before the herbs would betray you and reveal your status as Omega to anyone with a good nose.
Or to any healthy Alpha, there was, like Kyojuro himself.
He wasn't sure when he fell for you. Maybe when you had gotten your Nichirin sword and had watched eyes wide how it changed color. Or how you eagerly rushed to save people attacked by Demons. Or how you just enjoyed tea with some Dango on your day off.
Truly, you were gentle and so kind to people and ruthless against Demons. What was there not to love in you?
Was Kyojuro stalking you? Maybe a little, but did it matter? Either way, he knew he had to get you before anyone else could. Despite standing out with his wild hair and loud voice, he could be surprisingly quiet and nimble when he wanted to be.
The night was setting and you were still out doing God knows what, but Kyojuro knew you were visiting a local apothecary for those herbs that helped you to hide your Omega status and prevent you from going into Heat.
But you were too late and your scent and pheromones were flaring. Kyojuro almost drooled when he got a whiff of your scent. You smelled so sweet, so tasty, you made him almost drool.
So he had to follow you, to keep you safe. Every Demon Slayer and Demon knew that Omega in Heat would be the most delicious treat there was, rivaling Marechi's blood.
You had no doubt sought cover from this village, to keep yourself far away from any possible Demons that might roam the woods and such... But you had poorly prepared to face the Alphas that resided in cities, towns, and villages.
On your way to buy medicine, you run into three random men, but Kyojuro could smell all the way from his hiding spot that they were Alphas also.
"Hey there beautiful." One of the men greeted you, "What is a beauty like you doing alone this late at night?"
"Oh, I'm just... Getting stuff." You replied meekly as you tried to sidestep the men, but one immediately grabbed you by your upper arm, "You smell good. Are you perhaps getting in Heat?"
"N- no-!" You shook your head, but you couldn't fool anyone. They were civilians and it went against the Demon Slayer corps to hurt innocent people... But these people had no pure thoughts in their minds as they ganged up on you.
"Is that a sword?" One guy asked but before you could reply, another guy snatched your sword from your hips.
"G- give it back!" You cried out as you tried to retrieve your Nichirin sword, but one of the guys grabbed you while the one with your sword took out your sword from its sheath and held it in his hands.
"This is so cool, I've never held a sword before!" The guy laughed and you frowned as you tried to break free from the man's hold, "Give it back!"
"Or what?" The guy with your sword laughed as he pointed your own sword at you, "If you act nice and let us help you with that Heat of yours then maybe we will give your sword back!"
"N- no-!" You shook your head as the men closed in on you and-!
"And what is happening in here?!" Kyojuro snapped and the men and you were startled by his loud shouting. When had he gotten behind you guys?
The man holding you tightened his hold to the point your arms almost hurt and the guy with your sword pointed it at the Flame Hashira, "G- get lost! We saw the Omega first!"
"That's not something you should play so carelessly with!" Kyojuro exclaimed and the third man looked at his pal with the sword, "Just kill this clown!"
"L- Lord Rengoku!" You cried out and the Flame Hashira's smile tightened as he heard you call out for him. You sounded so sweet and breathless, he could only imagine how you sounded when fucked silly and repeating his name like a mantra.
Kyojuro's mother taught him to use his strength to help the weak... And you were certainly the weak one here.
The guy holding your sword raised the weapon high above his head as he ran at the Hashira, but Kyojuro quickly pulled his katana out and easily blocked the attack and actually disarmed the man and knocked him on his ass on the ground.
Your sword clattered on the ground and the three Alphas looked at Kyojuro with their eyes wide in shock and fear. He was smiling, but his smile was anything but genuine.
"You were saying?"
"Shit!" The men cursed as they let go of you and ran away with their tails between their legs. Talk about sad and weak Alphas.
Kyojuro picked up your sword and its sheat and handed them back to you, "Here you go, young miss."
"L- Lord Rengoku!" You stuttered as you put your sword away and bowed in respect, "T- thank you for helping me..."
"It was my duty." Kyojuro appeared calm and unaffected by your sweet scent, but the truth was that he was nearly drooling.
"I can smell that you are about to enter Heat!" He exclaimed, much to your horror.
"Ah, please, don't tell anyone in the Corps...!" You desperately begged him, "If anyone finds out that I'm an Omega they will kick me out of the Corps!"
"You do know that having an Omega fighting Demons is riskier than Alpha or Beta fighting them?"
"I..." You hung your head sadly, "I know, but this is all I'm good for..."
How sad, truly so sad... But Kyojuro saw a chance there.
"Do not worry, I won't tell anyone." He said with a smile and you raised your head and smiled so thankfully at him, "Oh, thank you, thank you so much-!"
"But I do insist that you let me help you with your Heat!"
"Ah-!" You felt your eyes widen in shock and something twisting in your tummy. Arousal? You frowned as you wondered what to do or say, but Kyojuro knew, "Shall we head somewhere more private? I doubt dark streets are the best place to discuss this?"
"Yes, you're right." You nodded and turned, "I have a room in this inn..."
"Hm!" The man nodded, "Lead the way, young lady!"
The two of you walked down the streets until you came to this small inn held by an older lady who didn't even spare a glance at the two of you as you made your way upstairs to where your room was.
Once in your room and behind closed doors, you could really smell how the Flame Hashira smelled and you almost swooned, your tummy aching for Alpha's seeds...
Kyojuro smelled like warm spices, cinnamon, star anise, and such. It was a comforting smell and you could feel yourself relaxing as you both put your swords down and sat down... But you were fidgeting nervously on your seat and it didn't go unnoticed by the man.
"I want to let you know that I won't touch you if you don't want me to," Kyojuro said, but inside he was just thinking about how to win over your trust...
But you already trusted him. He was a Hashira! The strongest protector of the weak there was and whether you liked it or not, he had saved you and now he was unselfishly offering his help to you.
"Will you... Will you really keep my secret?" You asked and Kyojuro's smile widened as he nodded, "I give you my word!"
"Th- then..." You started to undo the buttons of your uniform and Kyojuro watched intensely as you undressed, feeling his cock reacting to your sweet scent, beauty, and your fertile state...! Soon enough you were bare before him, just in your underwear and your scent was stronger than ever before.
"Please help me, my Lord...?" You asked sweetly and Kyojuro nodded as he almost ripped his clothes off, he was that fast! You yelped as you saw him only in his underwear and how muscly he was and how good he smelled... It made your body want him more and he wanted you just as badly if not worse.
Kyojuro moved closer to you as you both settled on the futon and he gently grasped your chin, "I'm going to kiss you now. Is that okay with you?"
You nodded, but the man shook his head as he smiled, "I need your verbal consent."
You blushed as you nodded and whispered, "Yes, please..."
The Hashira smiled as he leaned down and kissed you gently... But there was a fight going on inside him between lust and common sense. He wanted to take you there and now, but he needed to have your consent and permission. Otherwise, he would just be one of the bad guys who tried to take you by force.
The kiss was sensual and you sighed against his lips as your eyes closed. Kyojuro smiled as he gently swept the tip of his tongue against your lips and he could feel your whole body shiver underneath him as you granted him access to your mouth.
The kiss deepened and you both got more and more aroused to the point that it felt like both of your skins were burning. In the heat of the moment, Kyojuro grabbed your breast and you yelped against his mouth.
"Oh! I'm not hurting you, am I?" He asked and you shook your head because it felt good, scarily good to have him grope and massage your aching and sore breasts.
"N- no, feels good...!" You whimpered, "Please play with my breasts more...?"
Oh God, you were so erotic without even trying. Kyojuro smiled as he leaned to kiss you again and this time he grabbed both of your breasts and fondled them all he wanted. You moaned needily as your hands wrapped around the back of his head and gently pulled on his hair.
Kyojuro groaned and his right hand let go of your breast so it could travel down your body and between your legs. Your panties were absolutely drenched with sweet-smelling slick and it made his mouth water. He had to have a taste...!
"May I taste you...?" He asked and you nodded, your face flushed bright red, "Yes."
Kyojuro smiled as he quickly kissed your forehead and then descended down your body until his head was between your thighs. From this spot, the man could smell you better than ever before and he eagerly pulled your panties off before hosting your legs over his shoulders.
"L- Lord Rengoku-!"
"Call me Kyojuro." The Hashira ordered and you nodded, "Kyojuro... No one has ever..."
"Have you done this ever before?" Kyojuro asked and you shook your head, "Never..."
The man couldn't help but smile proudly. So he was going to be your first? That meant no one else had done this to you? What an honor!
"Then, please let me make you feel good," He nodded as he gave your sex a long lick, using his tongue to collect your slick and he swallowed it all down his throat. By God, you were so tasty!
"TASTY!" Kyojuro exclaimed and you blushed but before you could protest he buried his face into your sex and ate you out like a starving man.
"Kyojuro, Kyojuro!" You repeated his name like he had imagined and it was even better hearing it for real than imagining it. It fed the fire inside him and the hardness in his underwear.
Slowly, the man slid his index finger inside you, followed by a second one and you gasped out loud.
"Is it too much? Have you had sex before, my little Omega?" Kyojuro asked. Hearing him use your title like that made your tight sex clench on his fingers.
"No... Alpha, I need you..." You gasped as he pushed a third finger inside and twisted them. Kyojuro was filled with pride. He was going to be your first one in everything!
"Just a second, my little Omega... Just hold on a little longer...!" The Flame Hashira said as he pulled his fingers out and slipped his underwear off so he could lube his cock with your slick. He wanted to lick his fingers clean and taste more of you, but as your first one, he had to make sure he was properly prepared to take your first time.
Kyojuro was at the edge of his patience, his cock rock hard and leaking precum. He yearned to be inside you so badly, he could barely wait any longer. So he climbed up and settled between your legs, his cock resting on top of your sex.
Your eyes widened as you saw just how big he was, but instead of fear, you felt arousal burn inside you. You needed him and you needed him that very second!
"Alpha, please...!" You reached for your thighs with your hands and spread them wide open for him, "Take me...!"
There went every inch of patience Kyojuro had left. The man growled as he positioned the tip of his cock with your entrance and with his thorough preparations and your generous amount of slick, he slid inside you with no resistance.
But God, you were so tight, so hot and so wet...! Kyojuro had little patience left and he used it on holding still so you could get used to his girth... But it looked like he didn't need to do so.
"Alpha, move, please...?" You begged and who was he to deny pleasure from his little Omega? The Hashira pulled almost all the way out before snapping his hips forward, burying himself immediately as deep in you as he just possibly could.
"Kyojuro!" You cried out his name as you threw your head back and the man growled as he grabbed your hips and started to fuck you with everything he had.
As a Hashira, Kyojuro was talented when it came to breathing techniques, managing to balance his breathing so he wouldn't grow out of breath while fucking you. It also prevented him from coming before his time, but you weren't making it easy with you crying in pleasure and the erotic sounds you were making.
He kept fucking you and you both lost the idea of what time it was. It might have been half an hour or 1 hour, you couldn't tell, but you could tell that you were both enjoying it. And then your sex started making these squelching sounds and you were horrified.
"Ah, I'm sorry!" You cried out as you wiped a tear running down your face, "I don't mean to-!"
"Shh, it's completely normal," Kyojuro hushed you as he reached for your face with this clean hand and brushed a tear from the other side of your face, "You're making me feel so good, my little Omega."
"M- me too..." You nodded, "I'm feeling so good...!"
God, you were erotic, and as far as Kyojuro understood, you weren't realizing just how sexy you were being. Kyojuro never wanted to let you go...! As your first one, he turned possessive. He didn't want to let anyone touch you, taste you, or feel you like he was doing! He could feel his knot getting ready to expand as he neared his release.
He wanted to keep you all to himself, lock you away from the rest of the world, and keep you in his manor, where you would be taken care of like a Princess. All you would have to do was to make him feel good and give him as many pups as his heart desired.
Wait, pups? Was he thinking clearly or were the pheromones messing with his head? But the more he thought about it the more he liked the idea of you and him continuing the Rengoku line. You were a beauty and while you weren't talented at slaying Demons, that didn't mean you couldn't be a wonderful mother.
He wanted to mark you, bite that juncture between your neck and shoulder, and make you his and only his... But before he could do that, he needed to get your permission. If you didn't want it and you ended up carrying pups, then you might take your anger out on his and your unborn or just-born pups.
"Become my mate...!" Kyojuro growled suddenly and you blinked in shock as you looked up at him, "I- what-?"
"Be mine...! I'll give you a home, a safe space where your every need is granted and we can have all the pups you want...!"
"But slaying Demons-!"
"You won't do no such thing...!" The Hashira grunted, "As my mate, it's my duty to protect you and our future!"
You were speechless. You had become a Slayer to fill the void in you, but you saw light in Kyojuro. Maybe he could fill that void for you?
You imagined life as Flame Hashira's mate and you could see the little ones you and he could create together, running around, playing, laughing, crying, and living their life without fear.
The idea of pups made you moan and your sex tightened in need around Kyojuro's cock. You wanted-! No, you needed his cum inside you...!
"Please...?" You begged as you moved your hair out of the way and exposed your neck to the Alpha. Kyojuro growled and he leaned down to gently nuzzle and lick your neck, preparing you for the bite. It would sting, so he had to do it as you came to distract you from the pain.
"Are you going to be a good Omega and cum for me?" He asked and you nodded desperately as you were spiraling towards your release, "Yes, coming-!"
Kyojuro growled as he thrust his cock into you, his knot flaring and locking you two together as he and you both came. You wailed in pleasure and the man took his chance and bit down on your neck, drawing blood as he marked you as his own.
You felt no pain, only pleasure as your womb was filled with his cum and the Heat, the need in you was sated. Kyojuro licked your blood off and looked at you, feeling a little worried when he saw the marks that tears had left on your cheeks.
"Are you alright, my little Omega?" He asked as he gently wiped the evidence of tears away with his hands and you nodded shakily, "Felt... Felt so good..." You weren't able to fully speak, too drunk on pleasure to focus on forming proper words.
You were exhausted so you quickly fell into deep sleep. Kyojuro chuckled as he kissed your sweaty forehead and then he rested his head on your soft breasts.
With some good fucking and some luck, one of these days your breasts would be filled with nutritious milk meant to feed the two of your pups. If Kyojuro asked nicely, maybe you would give him a taste also?
fuck it, i never ever do those “reblog for X, this one really works!” posts, but this one doesn’t have any of that BS, this is just straight up wishing us good things; and then the comment doesn’t even say any of that either. Zero claims on this post, all positive vibes
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love
Folks, friends, y’all…. esk*mo is a slur. I understand a lot of people don’t know that, I don’t want to be a dick about it, but I’ve been seeing it in fics. Wanna write “esk*mo kisses”? Just say “nuzzled noses” or something.
I’m not here to call anybody out, it’s been in multiple fics, I’m not vague posting. This is just a psa. 👍🏻
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Part 4/4. Finally part! Pls tell me how yall felt about this mini series if you don't mind♡ I mainly did it to test my writing skills and write more then what I usually do kekekeke♡
Warnings: Fem!reader, harpy reader, Shy reader, Urogi is said to be a male harpy in this bc i said so, soft dom Urogi, some fluff, mating, mating press, breeding kink, oral (reader receiving), tentacle play, demons in heat, cluckolding, knotting, she/her Pronouns for fem muzan!
The timing couldn't have been worse for Urogi, but it was more planned than he expected. Urogi had been summoned to the infinity castle by Nakimes biwa. He knew his arrival here alone could have been dangerous. "Am i in trouble?" was the first thing on his mind, but he was wrong, very far off from what he was thinking.
Urogi wasn't expecting to be teleported by Nakime's biwa at Muzan's bedroom door with the door completely open. Your eyes were shut tight and completely lost in the pleasure from Muzan's tounge pleasuring your clit. Urogi didn't say a word just yet. His lips curled into a smirk and wanted to take in the veiw of you moaning uncontrollably and your hips grinding your wet pussy on Muzan's lips.
Urogi loved the way you desperately trying to cum on Muzan's tounge and even chuckled lightly knowing Muzan likes to tease her partners for hours before doing anything. This wasn't Urogi's first time seeing Muzan do something like this, but it was still odd how he's the only one summoned and not the others nor his fellow clones.
You finally came to your senses and lifted your head up with a soft moan. Your eyes opened just slightly, and you saw a blurry figure in front of you. You blinked twice to clear away the water that was filling your waterline and open your eyes wider to make out the figure. You gasped once you realized it's a male demon at the door.
"You summoned me, my Lord?" Urogi stood straight and tried to hide his smirk from the site. "L-lord Muzan! You didn't tell me he'd arrive like this!" Your voice quivered, and you start to lift your hips to get off Muzan's face. Hearing your words made Urogi raise his eyebrow in curiosity, this visit was planned for just him, and seeing a pretty demon similar to him made his visit more interesting.
"Fine. Get off, I'm feeling nice today," Muzan said and licked your juices off her lips. You quickly jumped to the corner of the bed, tucked your claws and feet in, and then used your wings to hide your exposed body from Urogi, including your face. "Why so shy all of a sudden? Your body and face are so beautiful." Muzan chuckles and sat up to reach over and touch your soft feather.
"Do you know why I summoned you?" Muzan asked as she turned her head towards Urogi. "I do not. I'm happy I didn't know since I'm surprised with this delightful sight," Urogi said and sticks his tongue out. Your eyes peep from your wings, and you look at his tounge, "joy" was written on it, but you remained silent to hear their conversation.
Urogi's eyes shifted to look at you and then give you a flirtatious wink. He chuckled softly when he saw you hide your face again and then went back to hear Muzan's words. "It's mating season, yes? And you haven't found a mate, so I can tell," Muzan said.
"That's correct.. Lord Muzan" Urogi's smile started to form into a frown. It's true, he didn't have a mate, and it was driving him crazy since it was also mating season, but the last thing he needed was to be called out for it. Although Urogi is part bird, he's still a demon, and a demon can sense when another is in heat.
"I have a generous offer for you, Urogi," Muzan said and got off the bed. "An offer? Me!? How exciting, What is this offer, my Lord?" Urogi said, practically dying to know yet already having an idea what it is. "Lucky for you, y/n doesn't have a mate," Muzan said only for Urogi to he more confused. "I don't follow. Aren't you y/n's mate?" Urogi asked.
"I suppose. However, I believe a demon more like y/n is needed during this time. Wouldn't you say Urogi?" Muzan asked. Urogi gulps, "i agree, my lord," he said and let's his eyes wonder off back to you to see you're still hiding yourself. "Forgive me for speaking out of turn, but i do not think y/n wants me as her mate," Urogi said and even sounding bummed out.
"Y/n is a shy demon. Even when I first had my time with her, it took some patients," Muzan said and walked over to the small couch in the bedroom and took a seat. "Make sure to satisfy y/n correctly. I will not tolerate any failure" Muzan said and bites her lip, getting eager to see you get fucked by a demon of your kind. "You bet I won't, my Lord," Urogi laughed and shut the door behind him so no one could walk in on the fun and ruin it.
"Lord Muzan... you aren't going to join?" You asked softly with your brows rasied in worry. Muzan begins to lay on the couch sideways and rest her cheek on her hand. "I will not. I'm simply here to observe and enjoy seeing how mating works with two demons of the same kind," Muzan said with a smirk on her face.
Urogi is known to be very wild and straight to the point with almost anything. He knew that this time he had to take it slow to come at you with the right approach. "Can I sit next to you?" Urogi asked, still standing at the door. Your wings lowered down enough to look at Urogi. He was much calmer and and even turning his cock smirk into a welcoming one.
"Yes, of course," you said and watched Urogi jump from doorway and onto the bed next to you. Your eyes widened when the entire bed jumped, and you did your best to stay still so you wouldn't fall off. "Don't look so frightened. Walking with feet like this is hard. You must know that!" Urogi laughed and crossed his legs and had his claws in his lap.
Urogi's head tilted to the side as his pretty golden eyes met yours and tried to get a better look at your face. You felt more comfortable with Urogi and decided to lower your wings away from your face. "Wow. You are beautiful, aren't you?" Urogi grins, and his face almost becomes flushed from your beautiful. "Thank you, you're very handsome," you said with a smile.
"Of course i am." Urogi winks, which made Muzan roll his eyes. "I have never seen a bird demon like me before!" Urogi said and giggled in excitement. You raised your eye brow in confusion and let out a chuckle. "Bird demon? I am called a harpy demon. Usually, harpy's are female, but this is the first time I'm meeting a male harpy such as yourself." You said and watched as Urogi's pupils shrink in surprise.
"That's what we are!? No wonder my body is half human-like and half bird!" Urogi said with excitement but noticed right away at your small jump when he rasied his voice. Urogi cleared his throat and laughed. "I'm sorry. I always get excited and forget that not a lot of demons aren't as loud and energetic as me." Urogi said with a bright smile.
You felt completely comfortable with Urogi at this moment, especially from seeing his sweet smile and genuinely doing his best to make a good first impression to mate with you. "You're so sweet, Urogi," your wings start to move away from your body and then tucked back behind your back. "I like you, Urogi," you felt your face becoming hot after telling him that and hinting that you're ready to mate with him.
"I like you too," Urogi said and moved his claws from his lap and gently touched your claws as well. You let out a sensual sigh and held Urogi's claws back. Having Urogi this close your examing how much bigger his claws are compared to yours and how much bigger his body is compared to you.
Your thighs rubbed together in heat, wanting Urogi to take you so roughly but the words couldn't come out, you were too shy to admit it but all you could do is play with his claws just a little more and then laying down on your back. Urogi watched you lay back, and his olaced his claws on your knees. "Open up for me y/n" he said.
You opened your legs wide enough for a softly slush sound to be made once your wet pussy opened itself up for Urogi. "Don't stare..." you said and watched as Urogi's eyes stare at your wet pussy and his jaw dropping lightly, almost drooling "how could I not? You're pussy is so pretty and begging for me to fuck it" he said and kissed your knees, then making his way up to your neck.
Your breaths become shakey. Your body trembles when you feel every one of Urogi's kisses on your body. "Make sure to lick her nipples." Muzan added as she watches from the couch and rubs her pussy though her panties. Your head turned to the side, Wanting to tell Muzan to stop exposing your secrets, but you let out a surprised moan before you could.
Urogi tounge had already found its way to your hard nipple and licked it. "How could I not, my Lord?" Urogi said and cups your tits in his claws while giving them a squeeze and kissing your nipples with a smirk. "These nipples are too pretty to not be played with," Urogi hums as he gives each nipple a lick.
"U-Urogi!" You whined as your bottom lip curls into your mouth and your back arching from the feeling. "Dose his tongue feel good y/n?" Muzan asked with a flushed face as she watched you try to hide your pretty moans. You nod your head quickly while still biting your lip, whimpering and moaning softly.
Your claws grip onto Urogi's shoulder as he kept teasing your nipples with his tongue. "C'mon, look at me~" Urogi said and sucked on your nipple "unless you like that," he smirked and let his fang brush over your nipple and bit it softly. Your mouth opened up to let your moans out. "Urogi, Urogi, Urogi~" Your talons dig into his skin harder, and your hips begin to move in small circles. "M'gonna cum"
"Just from your nipples?" Urogi's smirk widens as he plays with your nipples between his talons. "Let me see, let me see you cream just from having your pretty nipples played with," Urogi said with a soft moan as his tongue started to flick on your nipples. Your sent of your arousal was already making Urogi drunk, especially with how much stronger it got once you've came from the nipple over stimulation.
Urogi watches you calm down from your orgasm and adjusts himself for his face to meet your head. You felt his warm, wet tongue give your neck a long lick, making your head lean back with your mouth hung open as you moaned. Muzan was fascinated and turned one knowing what Urogi was going to do next to you.
"Urogi~" you moaned from his soft, gentle kisses, but then you groaned in pleasure once you felt his fangs sink into your skin. He growls lowly, marking you to make sure you don't dare find another male to mate with instead of him. It gave you euphoria, knowing you have a female mate already and as well as a male mate that you belong too.
After a few seconds, Urogi released his fangs from your neck and licked your blood from his lip. "I'm ready to get to the fun part, whaddya say y/n? Ready for me to breed you~," Urogi asked as he begins to slip his pants down just enough to expose his hard cock.
"Yes~ yes, please," you begged and looked at his half exposed thick cock hang down between his legs. Just like Urogi, you could smell his arousal, and it was driving you crazy.
"No need to waste time. I've already prepared her pussy with my tounge." Muzan informed Urogi with a small smirk on her lips. "Lord Muzan.. Don't say that," Your head turned to the side as you looked at Muzan. "Keep your eyes above you, pretty bird." Muzan said. Urogi grabbed your chin with his claw to turn your yes back to him. "You're so cute. Even when you're being teased," He chuckles and rubbed his talon across your bottom lip.
You only hum with a slight pout and continue to poke at Urogi's claws with your talon. Urogi chuckles knowing what you want to do, so he frist pulls down his pants fully and kicks them off the bed. This was Urogi's first time locking talons with another demon, and it made him flustered. You saw and giggled softly, which casughed Urogi to giggle.
"You must feel grateful to do this," Muzan asked, and warxh, you both nod your heads. "I'm so greatful~" Urogi said and closes the gap and firs himself perfectly between your thighs and slides his thick vaney cock through your wet folds. Your hips grind upwards slowly as you feel his veins glide through your folds and his tip poking at your clit.
Urogi let's out a deep, shaking sigh as he lined his cock and slowly pushes his tip inside. You were so wet it made it easier for Urogi to slowly push his length in, groaning in pleasures as he feels your warm gummy walls suck him in. "Uro-mhm~ gi." Your back arches from the feeling of his cock coming inside, moaning as you felt every inch stretch you out.
"You feel so good~" Urogi said and pulled his hips back slowly, then slammed back as he fucks you slow to adjust to the size. "How does it feel y/n" Muzan asked as her fingers slip inside her panties and plays with her clit. "C'mon y/n" Urogi whispered as his hips snap harder, making your boobs bounce "haa~ tell Lord Muzan how good my cock feels inside you" he said.
"S'good!" You whimper out and your legs crossing around Urogi's hips. "I need to hear more." Muzan's eyes shut as she slips her clit faster, getting off to your sweat moans as your pussy gets pounded. "S'that?" You squealed as you slur your words as you felt a swollen bulg on Urogi's cock hit hole.
"That's my knot, pretty," Urogi laughed. For the moment, he let go of your claws to throw your legs over his shoulder. Urogi gose back to locking his talons with yours but now having an easier access to fuck his knot into your needy hole. "Urogi!!" You let out a pleasurable scream as you felt the knot inside your soaked hole. "Right there! Right there~" you looked at him as tears of pleasure roll down your face.
"Keep fucking her like that, Urogi~" Muzan moaned "She's close but let's make her enjoy this more" she said starts to send three of her tentacles your way. You let out another scream once you felt Muzan's tentacle touch your clit and moving it in circles like it was a tounge. The other two other tentacles start to squeeze and pull on your sensitive nipples.
"You're taking it so well, but I know you're ready to give out. C'mon, pretty girl, let go for me. Cum on my knot" Urogi moaned and let go of your claws to hold your waste as he fucks you harder and even making the bed shake.
"M'cumming!!" Your claws ripped into the bed sheets, and your hips rise in Urogi's grip as you squirt. You sob as your juices spray out, especially on his abdomen, and from Urogi continue to slam his hips brutally through your orgasm. Urogi needed to cum, he couldn't stop and his sweet moans turning into desperate growls as he fucks you senseless.
"Yes~ fuck yes" Urogi's breath quickens. "That's it. Keep squirting for me. I'm gonna cum so deep inside you~ I'm so close. Gonna fill you up until have you shaking~" Urogi's claws digging into your skin harder, piercing it and some blood falls onto his nails. Urogi makes a final thrust, slamming his hips to yours as his knot becomes undone and he cums, balls deep inside you.
Muzan bit her lip and cummed on her fingers after she saw your beautiful orgasm. Muzan cleaned off her fingers with a napkin and watches you and Urogi clam down from the Intense fucking. After two minutes, Urogi's know fully becomes undone, and he pulls out slowly. Muzan chuckles in satisfaction as she watches the thick load of cum leak out of you.
"How was your first mating y/n." Muzan asked, and Urogi looked just as eager to know the answer.
Let’s talk about this. This is something I haven’t seen a lot of in my end, and this new bill may be troubling to not just us as a whole, but content creators. So, this isn’t just exclusive to AO3 anymore. This can go as far as places like Wattpad, Quotev, DeviantArt, and here.
So, to put it bluntly, if you give a fuck, listen.
What is KOSA?
KOSA (Kids Online Safety Act,) is a bill within the United States that was initially created last year with the aim of protecting youth (considerably age 16 and under,) from viewing harmful content online. It has since been updated and reintroduced by Richard Blumenthal (D-CT) and Marsha Blackburn (R-TN.) Now, on surface level, it may seem like this has a good outlook, right? Not in the slightest. This bill, while it may not be passed yet rather introduced, may take an extreme to protect youth and monitor all. Yes, I said monitor.
Not only is NSFW content bound to be flagged, which may totally censor a lot of creators not just on this platform but others, a wider band that is under this new bill is LGBT+ content. According to Senator Blackburn of Tennessee, who is KOSA’s co-author, even education on race discrimination was viewed as “dangerous to kids,” and this soon branches out to race, gender, and sexuality discrimination. This also extends out to anxiety, depression, eating disorders, etc. The bill puts itself in the hands of State Attorney Generals in order for them to use tools of censorship against our rights and safety— not just for the youth, but for adults too, as we may face (giving an example,) hurdles trying to obtain things like legal documents.
How does KOSA work?
KOSA works by acting as a censor and self filter for the internet. By the hands of Attorney State Generals, they ultimately decide what is harmful to kids online. Though, this is a dual edged sword. This would also present the loss of access to information that a large sum of people may not deem dangerous. This again extends outward towards things like depression, substance abuse, etc— complex topics without a clear agreement on causes or solutions. This means that it could also filter, and possibly censor medical information, extending outward to trans medical care as well, which may lead on to silence the transgender community further. This is a very bad thing.
There would still be features like Age Verification, but it also filters legal speech. What I mean by “there will still be features,” to give an example, Tumblr has a tab in settings where you can add your birthday, which in turn verifies how old you are. Tiktok has this feature as well. About filtering legal speech, any kind of media or information that has to do with societal ills that is held on a platform, for example, Tumblr, will enable that platform to be held liable for holding that information. But… it may seem like I’m getting off topic, aren’t I?
So let’s swing back around…
KOSA has the ability to hurt creators on several different platforms. This gives the United States Government unlimited range of control over the internet.
This linktree has at least four different petitions open for you to take action against the bill, and to contact your congressmen and women. There’s also a discord server that’s dedicated to stopping KOSA from passing.
By doing this, you are spreading your voice. You are helping millions of people nationally— creators, artists, writers, everyone.
And finally, don’t just like this post. Reblog it— it helps it spread and gain exposure.
SenMui art I made for myself and my partner @belovedmuichiro to use as icons.
The day ppl stop reposting art with "Credit to the artist!" is the day I stop watermarking things obsessively.
Anyway, ship rambling under the cut.
Senjuro is the type to be very aware of potentially romantic instances between him and Muichiro but he doesn't have the courage to assume anything by it. So he journals instead with wishful optimism, but acts like he's already lost his chance with Muichiro. (Kanao is more patient about it than Aoi is, Aoi is miffed bc she thinks Senjuro must be willfully idiotic). Emmie (belovedmuichiro) and I headcanon that Senjuro ends up befriending a lot of the other kids because Kyojuro was a friendship pusher out of fear of Senjuro being lonely while he was busy on missions. This is also how we headcanon Senjuro met Muichiro because Kyojuro kind of big brothered Muichiro and was like, I KNOW SOMEONE YOU CAN BE BEST FRIENDS WITH!
Muichiro, on the other hand, does not even realize he has a crush on Senjuro, as these types of things were unimportant to him previously. (I personally headcanon him arospec). So he simultaneously is super obvious but also has no idea over what is he is being obvious for.
Plot: you were married to Yoriichi. You loved him, you really did, but your relationship grew colder as he had to spend months away from you for work. No calls, no texts, no chances to meet up somewhere. You were on your lowest when his brother, Kokushibo, showed up at your place. He told you he was going to stay for a while and that you would have not even noticed his presence around. However, loneliness and the twisted desire of taking a bite from the forbidden fruit brought you two together. Your secret, sinful affaire did not stop when Yoriichi returned. You got pregnant and you knew who the father was. Kokushibo left then, not forgetting about you and the child his brother would have claimed as his. He had taken his little satisfaction over him, he had you and your heart, no matter what.
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Three months. You had no idea of where he was. You knew right from the start it would have been hard, but you did not expect to spend your whole life without him. He did not call you even once a week. Nor texts, neither letters, nothing. Whenever he had to leave, it felt like you had never even married him. He always said it was necessary, claiming he did it because he wanted to keep you safe. At what cost, though? If it was not a bullet through your head, it was his absence killing you instead.
You missed him. You still loved him and, apparently, he did too. It was absurd how he could act as a loving husband around you and then turn into a cold-hearted man you barely recognized, as soon as drove off to the airport.
“Fuck it…” you muttered, downing the third shot of vodka you had poured yourself to forget about the broken heart in your chest. You could not do this anymore, you knew it. Your house was too big for you to live in it alone. You clutched the fabric of one of shirt in your hands, sinking your nose into it in search for any trace of his existence. The creased item still smelled strongly of his favorite perfume.
It was not healthy.
You sobbed, curling yourself up in a ball on the couch and cursed yourself for having fallen in love with him at college. How could you not love him, though? He was the most handsome, brilliant, shy and kind person you had ever met in your life. Your hearts matched. He was the missing piece you had been searching for since you were born. Where was he now, then?
To snap you out of your stream of consciousness was someone knocking on the front door. Could it have been Yoriichi? You scoffed, wiping away your tears with the hem of your sweater as you reminded yourself that he would have never knocked. He had the keys, he always unlocked the door himself.
You still had to wait to see his face again.
You hopped down from the couch, your bare feet touching the cold floor as you sneakily made your way to the kitchen and grabbed a knife, just in case you had to defend yourself. What if Yoriichi was right? What if it was someone who wanted to hurt you, to hurt him? What if they had found you? You heart thrummed in your chest as you approached the front door, your grip on the hilt of the knife tightening.
“Y/N, are you home? It’s me… Kokushibo” the deep, hoarse voice of your husband’s twin pierced your ears.
Michikatsu. It had been two years since you last saw him. Just like your husband, he lived a life of danger, anonymity. Maybe it was even worse than Yoriichi’s one. He had to change his name for it. What did he want from you now, in the middle of the night?
You unlocked the door, dropping your hand still holding the weapon down your side and your droopy, puffy eyes met his maroon ones. There he was, Koksuhibo, the stolid Tsugikuni twin, the opposite of your husband. He stood on the porch, a luggage at his feet and a black raincoat embracing his slender, yet muscular frame perfectly. He held no sympathy in his eyes as he stared back at you. His eyes scanned your face attentively, then travelled down your body and you frowned at the way he averted his eyes from you.
You were about to ask him what was wrong, when the cold winter breeze made you realize how inappropriate your attire was. Your legs were completely exposed to the icy air, to his gaze. The blue, oversized sweater you were wearing only reached the middle of your thighs and your cheeks flushed up as you stepped behind the door and gestured for him to enter.
“Hi” you feebly said, as he picked up his heavy luggage and crossed the threshold.
“Did I wake you up?” he asked, taking a look around the silent, dark living room. It was oddly tidy. It looked almost if no one lived in here. Except for the coffee table in front of the couch. Photographs, empty bottles of liquors and an half-eaten meal laid on it.
You sniffed, closing the door behind you and weakly shook your head “No, I could not sleep – you whispered, eyes downcast not to meet his gaze – What brings you here?” you asked him, walking over to the counter and throwing the knife into the sink.
“I need a place to stay for a while. Don’t worry, you are going to forget I am even here – he stated, taking his black leather gloves off – Where’s he?”.
He. Right, how could you forget the rivalry between them? It was one-sided, yet evident. You had tried to ask your husband about it, but all he said was that Kokushibo had a serious inferiority complex. It was not much of an answer and you were sure there was more about it that Yoriichi did not feel like talking about, or share. Not even with you.
“He’s left three months ago. I haven’t heard from him since then” you quipped, walking past him to slump back into your couch. However, your unexpected visitor had other plans for you.
You felt his hand wrap around your wrist in a iron-grip and you were forced to halt. You could feel his intense gaze boring holes on the back of your head and gulped down, waiting for him to speak again and allow you to slip back into your catatonic loop of saddness, fear and loneliness. A self-destructing coping mechanism, indeed.
“How’re you, Y/N?” he inquired, making your breath hitch into your throat.
“I’m fine”.
“My brother might be blind, but I am not. What the fuck are you doing?” he asked again, swinging you around roughly. You hissed, wriggling your arm in his grip as your eyes met his ones for a split second. He seemed genuinely concerned about you.
How did he notice it in five minutes? How could he see your pain, when your husband did not?
“I’m going on, let me go” you blurted out, opting for keeping the eye-contact with him. Fighting was pointless. He was shamelessly strong and stubborn. There was no way in the world he would have let you go. Not until you had dignified him with a proper answer, at least.
“Drinking and crying yourself to sleep is not the answer. You are hurting yourself” he sternly replied, tugging you closer to him until you almost bumped against his broaded chest.
His cologne, God, his strong cologne pierced your nostrils in the same alluring way your husband’s one did in the past. That was another reminder for you of how distant you two had become: your sex drive had totally died out. He did not touch you, he did not worship your body as he used to when you got married. No.
You missed the physical contact you had with him.
And you cursed yourself for the way you were feeling now, under Kokushibo’s touch. It was immoral, wrong. You were ashamed of yourself. Then again, you were half-drunk, tired, drained. Could you really blame yourself for it?
“Why do you care about it, huh? It’s not your problem! You never gave a damn about me!” you snapped, swallowing the lump in your throat preventing you to properly breathe.
He tensed, his lips reduced to a thin-line at your harsh words “Because it should have been me. You should have married me, not him” he bitterly retorted, darting his hooded eyes down on your writhing frame.
You parted your lips in disbelief, tears welling up in your eyes as you banged the fist of your free hand against his chest in frustration. Why? Why did he have to say that? Why was he playing with you again? What was he talking about? He never showed interest in you.
“How dare you? Shut up, just leave! Were you not supposed to make me forget you are here? Let me be, let me–…” you yelled at his face, but you never finished the sentence.
Before you could vomit your anger on him, your back hit the wall behind you, the air knocked out of your lungs for a second, as his lips connected with yours in a fiery, fervent kiss. Your eyes grew round as his tongue brushed over your lower lip to ask for the permission to enter your mouth. You wanted to deny it, but your body craved it. You craved him, you craved the warmth of a body over yours.
You craved love and he was providing you it.
You returned the kiss with equal passion, your hands cupping his smooth cheeks as you hoisted your leg over his hip to pull him closer. He grunted in your mouth, one of his hands caressing the bare skin of your thigh as he grounded his groin down onto yours. A throaty moan fell from your lips as he repeated the action and his mouth assaulted your neck.
You did not care about the marks he was leaving behind him, on your once flawless skin. They would have faded sooner or later and, surely, your husband would have never known about them. He was not there. He was not coming back for a long time.
“What are we— Argh! What are we doing?” you breathed out, fumbling with the buttons of his raincoat and helping him to take it off.
He discarded it carelessly behind him on the floor, hooking his hands underneath your thighs and picking you up effortlessly. You gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist instinctively as he made his way to your bedroom.
How many times you had walked down that corridor, hoping in vain that your husband would have joined you and showered you in affection between the untouched bedsheets of your bed. You remembered the fire within his eyes, back when you got married, when he made you feel on cloud nine. Where was that fire now? It had died out.
“I’m doing exactly what I had to do ages ago” Kokushibo uttered, between hot kisses as he let you down onto the bed and carefully crawled on top of you. You trembled, your hands reaching up to tear his shirt open. The buttons flew across the room, lost forever under the bed, as your eyes contemplated his chiseled body. He was deadly handsome. You blushed and Kokushibo stroked your cheek, half-lidded eyes soaking in your features barely enlightened by the dim moonlight seeping through the courtains.
You were so beautiful. How could that bastard not see it? How could he let you crumble down like that?
He got rid of his shirt and he grasped your hand, leading it to lay flat onto his chest “You can touch me, Y/N” he murmured, watching you bite down your lower lip softly, probably still trying to ponder if what you were doing was right or wrong. You were cheating on your husband, you were stabbing his back by fucking his brother in your bedroom, on your shared bed.
On the same bed where you had told him you loved him.
“Michikatsu…” you called his name, making the man’s eyes widen even so slightly as you said his real name. No one had done it in years. No one had ever whispered it so sweetly, so lovingly. He knew you were different. You had never insulted him, you had never hurt him.
You were supposed to be his right from the start. He would have treated you better, he would have loved you better.
“Make love to me” you added, staring deep into his shimmering eyes. You wanted it, you trusted him, you were willing to nurture this new spark between you two. Could you forgive yourself for it in the future?
He did not reply, his fingers slipped between the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs and exposing your aching cunt to his vicious eyes. You felt embarrassed. No man, except for your husband, had seen you naked in a long time. The idea of displaying your wet folds to Yoriichi’s brother sent shivers down your spine.
He did not waste time in dipping his fingers into you. He groaned at the way they slipped into your core smoothly, effortlessly. You were made for him. Your mouth hanged open, your back arching as he pumped his colloused digits in and out of you at a regular pace. The pleasure engulfing your stomach could not be compared to the small amount you felt when you touched yourself on Yoriichi. It was defferent, on another level. Kokushibo knew perfectly what you needed. You moaned out his name as he added a third finger, curling them into you to stimulate your spongy walls.
“M-More. Michikatsu, please— Give me more” you pleaded him, craning your neck in ecstasy.
His eyes clouded over in lust as he pulled his fingers out of you and suddenly flipped you over on your stomach, hastily unbuckling the belt of his trousers. You heard him unzipping them and before you knew it he had his hands on your hips, roughly pulling them up to assure himself a better access to your pussy. You closed your eyes, a yelp leaving your swollen lips when he smacked your ass and dragged the tip of his shaft along your folds to collect some juices. You could tell he was big, maybe even bigger than Yoriichi and it only meant one thing: it would have hurt, especially after a long period of not welcoming a cock between your walls.
“Be a good girl for me, Y/N. – he cooed, pressing the tip of his length to your entrance – Act like you’re my wife, as you should’ve been right from the start” he added, before slowly pushing past your folds. He grunted at the way your walls squeezed him tightly and he clenched his teeth not to bottom out completly with one thrust.
You writhed beaneath him, whimpers of pain and pleasure mixing together on your tongue as he conquered more inches, until he gave you one last hard thrust and you felt your ass pressing up against his navel.
He stayed still a minute, maybe two, to give you enough time to adjust to his massive size, drawing soothing circles on your back to make you relax. Your cheek was pressed down onto the pillow, your back arched to a painful angle, but it did not matter. It was worthy.
He gave you no warning as he started thrusting into your from behind, the sound of his thighs slapping your ass as he slammed you down into him was vulgar, lewd, shameful. But the unholy mantra you chanted as he filled you up, as he stretched you out until you were loose enough for his girth was heavenly.
“Michikatsu!” you cried out, the pressure coiling into your stomach was unbearable as he picked up the place and his hands left marks onto the soft flesh of your hips.
You could not hold on anymore. Your walls clamped down his cock as you reached your orgasm, milking his cock. Your breath was uneven, your mind fuzzy as he grabbed you by the back of your neck and pulled you up, until his lips brushed against the shell of your ear.
“I’ll fucking cum inside you. I’ll fuck a baby into you, Y/N. You are mine. He has no more rights over you” he rasped, giving you a few sloppy thrusts before he released his seed into you. You did not protest. Your silent consent screamed out his name as you both collapsed onto the bed, out of breath.
It did not stop that night. For two months he fucked you everyday, making sure his seed did not leaked out of your hole. He was loving out of bed, a beast into the sheets. You grew to love the taste of his cum, when you knelt between his legs and bobbed your head up and down his dick. You started to love him, in the same wicked way that he loved you.
Everywhere you looked around the house, you could picture him taking you in any possible position. You straddled him on the couch, he bent you over the counter in the kitchen, he had you held up against the wall in the shower. He had owned you in every way you vould have ever imagined.
After another month of being away, Yoriichi finally came back. Surprisingly, he did not take notice of the way his brother looked at you, or how your skin smelled like him most of the times. He was just happy to be reunited with his wife and how could you deny him the affection you had longed for during his absence. You made love to him, the night he had come back to you. You had done it the day before with Michikatsu and only God knew how much you loved him.
Two weeks later, you found out you were pregnant. The good news was that the period of conception coincided with Yoriichi’s return. Nevertheless, you knew who was the father.
You watched Kokushibo leave a few days after the news. The bond with his brother seemed to have weirdly developed into a stronger one.
“You should visit us more frequently! And, please, I’d appreciate it very much, if you could keep company to my wife, when I’m gone” Yoriichi said, smiling contently at his brother.
If only he knew.
Kokushibo faintly smiled back at him, his eyes locking with yours for a few seconds, before he nodded his head to his brother “I will take good care of her, brother”.
I would do it again, Michikatsu thought then, hopping into his car. Yoriichi’s life was now his.
AUTHOR NOTE.
Hi there! I know I should’ve posted Douma’s one-shot earlier, but somehow I felt inspired and completed this project. Ugh, poor Yoriichi, but … I wanted to write something different for Kokushibo. He deserves to be happy too. No matter the cost!Likes, comments and reposts are appreciated!
after you last kyojuro fic i just had a thought 👀 what if him and the reader were engaged and were supposed to get married after he got back from his mission, but as he sinked more into his depression he pushed reader away. and as he gets more cruel to her she ends up leaving and he regrets it </3 also love your work!!!
No cuz I actually thought about this too 😭🥺 there were thunderstorms the other night with tons of lightning, so blame the weather for this angst.
Depressed!Kyojuro x Fem!Reader
Warnings: BIG HURT, no comfort, heavy angst, OOC Kyojuro (he's very cruel)
Better Off Alone
Loud and sweet and hopeful. That’s how you could describe your fiancé. You knew of his difficult father, but you did your best to bring light to the lonely Estate.
Shinjuro comes out to eat every once in a while. And sometimes, your jokes earn a surprised snort from Senjuro. Slowly, but surely, you were reintroducing gentle warmth to their lives.
"I appreciate everything you do, my dear," you can hear Kyojuro whisper to you on those few days he had to rest, sitting at the engawa, listening to the birdsong and watching the falling leaves huddled close together.
But that was a long time ago.
Now, he's stuck to his futon. His strength, not just of his body, but of his heart, has abandoned him. An empty shell of the determined man he used to be. It's heartbreaking.
Those once hopeful smiles he gave you, his promises to work hard every day, for as long as it takes, reduced to ash. The tender words and endearments are cold and nonexistent.
Visitors are the worst part. Everyone’s respectful during their visit, but it’s afterwards that Kyojuro begins the argument.
“Why were you staring at him so much?” he begins, voice low and full of venom.
“I wasn’t, dear,” you answer, head bowed low.
“Is it because he can actually walk?”
“No.”
“Don’t get any ideas just because he has three wives…your loyalty is to me.”
“Yes, dear.”
Shinjuro is the one who urges you to give up.
"Miss L/n," he calls. Your heart sinks, wondering if you had done something wrong. He pats the spot next to him, and you follow.
His voice is much quieter than it normally is. Still a bit gruff, but it's gentler. Urging, but understanding.
"Leave him."
"I'm sorry?" you gasp.
"It's over for him now," Shinjuro continues, "I'm afraid...we've become the same person. And you don't deserve that. I would have...liked for you to stay, and I apologize for the treatment I showed you when you first arrived, but he won't improve."
"I can't give up on him..."
"He's given up on himself. There's nothing left for him now. If you stay, he will drag you down with him. I ask just this one thing. For once, choose yourself."
Shinjuro's words haunt you at all hours of the day. When Kyojuro starts yelling and tearing another of Tanjiro's letters, when his attempts to dress himself without any help result in him ripping the fabric to shreds, when his frustration of dropping his food because of his trembling hands leads to broken plates, that's when you reconsider your initial decision of staying.
That hesitation snapped on a beautiful sunny day. No birds sang that morning. No wind blew through the trees. It was still. As though nature herself was holding her breath, knowing fate would not be kind today.
"Senjuro!" you called, bringing forth a tray of breakfast and a cup of water for the young boy, knowing he was working so hard to train to improve his swordsmanship.
Senjuro's pained cry made you freeze. Your hairs stood on end. You rushed outside, seeing the blond covering the right side of his face, seeing droplets of blood and tears falling to the ground.
"Kyojuro!" you screamed, looking to the man you once loved, "What did you do?!"
"Get back inside! This has nothing to do with you!" he shouted, holding the broken training staff in his hand, leaning heavily on his crutch.
You ran to the boy, cradling him as he sobbed in your arms.
"Come inside, Senjuro," you gently said, carefully moving his hair from his face. There was another bruise on his forehead that you hadn't noticed before, and a searing hot anger boiled through your veins.
You wanted to lash out. You wanted to scream. But you knew that Senjuro had to come first.
Within an hour, you and Senjuro left the Rengoku Estate. There was no goodbye for Kyojuro, and Shinjuro sent you off with a grunt and a small pouch of money.
It's only after you spend a few months away from Kyojuro, living close to Mitsuri's Estate, that you realize just how bad of a situation you used to be in. And likewise, it's only when Kyojuro truly feels the cold absence of your presence, that he realizes just how cruel he had been.
"Because of our failures, we are now stuck together in this misery," Shinjuro mumbled, as Kyojuro demanded to know of your whereabouts, "Together, but alone."
It was difficult. So painfully difficult trying to get over that guilt you felt because you initially hated yourself for "giving up" on him. Even though you were angry with him, you couldn't help how you first worried over how he was handling himself.
But when you see Senjuro finally smile and laugh again, bringing over new friends and tugging on your sleeve to show you how the plant he's been caring for has finally bloomed, you can't help but feel joyful, relieved.
"Mom! I-!" Senjuro begins, gasping at the realization, his excitement morphing into horror as you stare back at him, wide-eyed. He apologizes profusely, but when you take him into your arms and assure him that it's alright, he beams from ear to ear.
"Now..." you say, wiping a tear, "what is it that you wanted to show me?"
Aahhha, you asked for more post-Mugen train Rengoku angst? No? Oops--
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Kankagari: The Rengoku family has long had this practice. For the duration of a pregnancy, every seven days the wives will spend two hours gazing at a large flaming torch. This seems to be what causes the men in the family to have flame colored hair.
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If Shinjuro finds you in here, he’ll kill you.
You slide the shoji behind you as quickly and quietly as possible. You rush across the nearly empty room, bare feet padding across the tatami floor. The room has a quiet and eerie stillness to it, one that hasn’t been disturbed in a long time.
That is, until you.
You rush to the chest at the end of the room to start wreaking havoc.
The chest opens with a pitiful creak. A dust cloud spouts out of the box and you cough, trying to muffle the sound with the sleeve of your kimono.
Before the dust even clears you’re shuffling through the chest.
You would have asked Senjuro’s permission if he was here. But he’s not at the estate right now, and you couldn’t imagine facing Shinjuro with the request. Besides, you need to do this now. Shinobu said you’re two weeks in, so you’ve already missed a week. Maybe, though, if you start now, it will still work…
It feels wrong to be so disrespectful with her things. A beautiful silk obi sash. A scroll wrapped and sealed. A jade hair comb. All carefully placed in the chest, now pushed aside so you can find what you’re looking for.
You are sure, though, that Ruka will understand.
Shinjuro? Not so much–
– and that’s why your heart skips a beat when the shoji slams open behind you.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
You flinch, but don’t turn to him. You’re almost at the bottom of the chest, and you have to find it.
“Don’t you dare disrespect me,” Shinjuro booms, and you hear his heavy footsteps against the mat as he stomps across the room.
But– there! Your hand wraps around the smooth polished glass. And that means– yes! The stake is next to it–
Suddenly Shinjuro is hovering over you. He snatches your wrist with a grip so tight you nearly drop what you’ve been searching for. He yanks you up by your hands, his eyes burning with fury, his hot breath reeking of sake. He opens his mouth to yell, but his breath hitches when his eyes see what you’ve pulled from Ruka’s chest.
A torch in one hand. An hourglass in the other.
The rage that had sharpened his features suddenly dulls into confusion.
“What… what are you doing?”
You swallow and stare defiantly back at him.
“I’m pregnant,” you say, your voice firm. It’s the first time you, personally, have incurred Shinjuro’s wrath. But you’re not sorry. You know your husband would have understood, too. “The child is Kyojuro’s.”
Shinjuro’s grip around your wrists loosens. He blinks.
You take the opportunity to jerk your arms free of his grasp. Your cheeks are burning– you are being so disrespectful right now.
But you need to do this. You’d never forgive yourself if you ruined the Kankagari.
It’s… it’s something Kyojuro would have wanted you to do, too.
“I need to begin now,” you say as you stride across the room with as much dignity as you can muster. “Ms. Shinobu said I am already two weeks in. I cannot risk losing another week.”
You leave the room and turn the corner around the shoji. As far as you can tell, Shinjuro hasn’t moved from the chest to follow you.
—
The flames of the torch dance against the walls of the room. Even when you blink, now, the white spots of the fire twirl and spin against the blacks of your eyes.
Out of your peripheral vision you see the sand in the hourglass has almost finished falling.
There’s a knock on the shoji. Senjuro must be home.
You don’t answer. You don’t want anything to risk you taking your eyes off that flame.
Another rap, and a pause. Then you hear the shoji slide open.
“Ah, onēsan, I’m sorry,” Senjuro says. “I saw the flame, and thought maybe you had fallen asleep. I didn’t want it to burn while you slept.”
You smile at the sweet boy. “It’s alright, Senjuro-kun,” you say, again eyeing the last few grains of sand yet to drop to the bottom half of the hourglass. “I’m almost done.”
Senjuro closes the shoji and steps into the room. “What are you doing?” He asks as he sits down beside you, folding his feet under his legs.
“Kyojuro watched your mother do this every seven days before you were born,” you explain. You smile at the thought, but bite back the sting behind your eyes. You’re sure if he was here now, he would be at your side every day, too. “He told me once that he would try to sit with her while she did it, but would often fall asleep instead.”
You hear Senjuro let out a small gasp. “Wait,” he whispers. “That’s… this is the Kankagari, isn’t it?”
Finally, the last grain of sand in the hourglass falls. You fall forward, catching your head in your hands, massaging your eyes. The image of the flame is burned in your head. It doesn’t stop dancing, now, even with your eyes closed.
It’ll be a long pregnancy.
But as you open your eyes and look to Senjuro, your heart is full.
You smile at him, giving him his answer.
The grin that appears on his face is one that would have rivaled even his brother’s. And suddenly he’s tackling you in a bear hug. You catch him in your arms, giggling.
“That’s– that’s amazing! Is it really true?” He says into your neck, and you realize he’s crying.
“Yes,” you nod, squeezing him, “Shinobu confirmed it this morning. That’s why I rushed home, to begin the ritual.”
Just as quickly as he’s tackled you, he scrambles away from you. “Oh! I’m so sorry,” he shakes his head and bends down, looking at your stomach. “Is– are you okay? I hope I didn’t hurt him– it– you!”
You answer by tackling him back in another hug.
“You’ll be an uncle, Senjuro.”
He laughs and hesitantly hugs you back, scared to hurt you and his brother’s child.
You wipe your own tears as you squeeze him tighter.
–
“That’s odd– it smells like someone’s cooking.”
You nod in agreement. You and Senjuro walk through the halls of the Rengoku estate, following the smell. Usually it’s you who prepares the food— so it’s strange that the smell of salt is wafting through the air.
So strange, in fact, that you and Senjuro can hardly believe your eyes when you slide open the shoji to the dining room and there’s a whole spread of food lined on the table.
“I– what– who–?” Senjuro can’t find the words. You can’t even find any.
Because, what’s more, it’s salt grilled bream and sweet potatoes on the table. Kyo’s favorite.
You’re so shocked by the spread that you don’t even notice Shinjuro entering the other side of the room until he sets down another platter of sweet potatoes on the table with a clank.
Neither you nor Senjuro know what to say. Shinjuro sits, pouring himself a glass of sake. You and your little brother-in-law can only stand in the doorway, mouth agape.
The room is silent, save for the sound of the evening bugs outside as they start to sing for the night.
“Senjuro” Shinjuro finally says after a sip of sake.
He straightens. “Yes father?”
“Have you heard? About the baby?”
Senjuro blinks and looks up to you. Then, he answers hesitantly, not sure how to interpret his own father’s behavior. “Um. Yes, yes I have. Isn’t that such a blessing?”
Shinjuro nods at his son, then at you. Finally, he motions to the food loosely, as if putting together the spread isn’t as big a deal as it is. “You’ll need to eat good meals everyday. For the baby.”
You and Senjuro share looks. After a pause, you both sit down at the table with Shinjuro.
There’s another moment of silence, but then Senjuro smiles and bows his head.
“Itadakimasu, father,” he says. Then, he eyeballs you.
You open your mouth to begin the word of thanks, but the sound gets stuck. Shinjuro sits across from you, his eyes closed as he sips his sake. You bring your hands together to begin the thanks. But it feels wrong.
Senjuro’s puffy eyebrow quirks in confusion at your silence.
Finally you lower yourself to the floor, bending your belly as carefully as you can over your knees, pressing your head into the floor.
“Please forgive me, otousan,” you say. “I was incredibly disrespectful today to the Rengoku family. I should have asked for your permission before taking the things for the Kankagari. Thank you for–”
“Get up,” Shinjuro orders. You’re used to being interrupted by him, so you quickly obey. You feel Senjuro’s hand on your knee under the table– his way of silently supporting you against his rude father.
But the usual apathy in Shinjuro’s eyes is gone, and instead now he looks….softer.
“Kyojuro wouldn’t want you on the floor like that, with the child.”
You bow your head. “Yes. Thank you, otousan.” Then, after a pause, you add, “Itadakimasu.”
The silence that follows is awkward, but again, different from the normal angry silences that follow Shinjuro’s usual bouts of rage.
“Meshiagare,” Shinjuro says, and begins serving the fish.
You and Senjuro begin eating in tow.
It’s not a perfect family dinner.
There’s not much conversation, and when there is, it’s still awkward. The food isn’t necessarily delicious. Shinjuro still drinks far too much sake.
But, you know deep down, somewhere, Kyojuro would be so, incredibly, wonderfully happy at the sight of his family eating together.
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Author's notes: Thank you for reading! This is kind of a sequel to this, but can be read alone too :3
Itadakimasu: Thanking everything involved in the preparation of a meal
Meshiagare: said by a chef or host to show that the food is ready to eat
Onēsan: big sister, can also be used for sister-in-law as well
Otousan: father, can also be used for father-in-law as well
Synopsis: You gain interest in a boy you meet during Final Selection. So, of course, the most logical thing to do is to ask him to marry you. Lucky for you, you become partners and start off in the lowest ranks together… But he climbs up too fast, and you don’t know how to catch up.
Synopsis: You gain interest in a boy you meet during Final Selection. So, of course, the most logical thing to do is to ask him to marry you. Lucky for you, you become partners and start off in the lowest ranks together… But he climbs up too fast, and you don’t know how to catch up.
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