Little Blurb, Some Yearning 🤧 Cw. Somnophilia, Nsfw!

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Your Choice

Kyojuro Rengoku x y/n (fem reader)

It was the choice for any slayer if they wanted keep their blood line going. They dedicated their life to the cause of demon slaying and thus never had chances to settle and marry. Ever focusing on training and serving for the greater good.

But the more families sent their beloved son's to risk their lives the more they realized that their could be a possibility to the end of family lines. An out cry from the families of slain slayers almost made an end to new recruits. Why send our sons to death? You are not only killing them but you are killing our family!

So upon the idea of many of the higher ups it came down to this. Have the slayers and their family come up with a choice of an arranged marriage.

------This is an idea I thought about for demon slayer. Since it's set in a time of where most families required sons to continue their family bloodline by having children. And of course Zenitsu in the episode when he was trying to marry someone because he was going to "die" lol . So, written kinda choppy and fast so please excuse that! --This one was written by me--

theme song that helped my creative juices flow :

*****Princess Jellyfish - Opening - Just Between Us-******

Other songs that helped me get with it~~

Nonsense- Sabrina Carpenter

One & Only- Oliver Tree

Super Shy- NewJeans

Seven- Jung Kook

Your choice

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You were sold by your family. They were promised if no slayer claimed you they would still be paid monthly. If a slayer claimed you ,she would be welcomed into the family of what ever slayer and your family again would be taken care of. It was a win win but you were the only loser here. And here your story starts of when you meet Kyojuro Rengoku

"I understand that my father has chosen a wife for me, ma'am. " A voice so loud declared . His very voice shook your core . How could someone be so loud? You were seated behind a white cream colored screen seated like a proper women would. Your head was bowed with a white veil draped over your head hiding your features.

You were dressed in the finest kimono's known to your family. A beautiful green emerald with a hint of yellow flowers. Your gaze focused on the grooves of the mat below you trying to focus your breathing because the drumming from your heart drowned out your hearing. This was it. You were going to finally be married and make your family finally proud.. But of course what that was your only choice.

"Y-yes your father and mother actually meet this way as well. One of the most beautiful of stories. It no wonder why your father fell so hard when she pass-" " Ah I see then most of beautiful women have been chosen for this." The boisterous voice interrupted the older women with a hint of an undertone of being bothered it seemed . Your heart felt uncomfortable in your own chest as you waited for this conversation to end. Every time you heard him it grew tighter and tighter.

You had been rejected once before by a Hashira. You could still remember his face being so pale and those blue eyes being so empty. He had wondered in wanting to be married. As soon as he had seen you he walked away with out another word a red blush faint on his cheeks as he walked ever so fast straight out.

Now it seemed all the other women called you a curse. Some making snarky comments to the head mistress of this compound. "She should be taken out back and sold." " I can't believe a pillar rejected her."

The word of a hashira rejecting her spread like wild fire to the other women. And so you heard the slayers had been told the rumors as well. Why? A man with white hair came to you as well. A scar from ear and over his nose. His eyes is what you remembered the most. So wide open as he searched your gaze. Stating he wanted to see why a stoic man would run off from such a beautiful women. He wanted some gossip to throw in the other man’s face but you had none to give. Which of course made the white haired man angry that he had traveled here and was leaving with no juicy gossip.

But it seemed not all had heeded the warning. Because here you sat on the other side of the white cream paper thin wall. Your to be husband on the other side. You dare not look up for fear of more bad luck.

"oh lord Rengoku just as your father!" the older women cackled at a joke the man had stated. Of course this was nothing new. This type of arrangement. It started when their were low numbers of demon slayers. Most wanting to be sure their blood line was not stopped due to being called for this noble deed. “I am honored my father has chosen me for this task. I must state that I do have a mission to go tomorrow. Will this take long?” He asked. A giggled escaped the women’s mouth. “Lord Rengoku , as you know upon signing the agreement you must stay 1 week with your wife. To be sure a heir is produced.” The older women countered. The man hummed . “My apologizes of course.” He responded. “And we have mapped out the girls cycle to be sure th-”

Your face felt hot within seconds at the women’s response. Of course they had to go into every detail but that did not mean you could not be embarrassed that your monthly’s details would be shared to your husband.

“Oh I understand of course what you are saying. It must be this week.” He stated his tone dialing down slightly in a whisper .

You carefully brought your head up slowly. You did not want to ring a single bell that was attached to the veil. Was it wrong for a women to know what her to be husband to look like? Through the veil you could see past the thin fabric and to the creamy white paper thin wall. A single candle on the other side lite and brought a shadow from the the two figures on the other side of this thin papered wall. The outline of the women who took care of us women looked like a big blob while a much thinner one sat in front of them.

You couldn't help but take in the shadows edges. His hair on top of his head seemed like the designs of a child's drawing of the sun. And he sat so proper up straight like a pin needle. Then the shadows moved. You quickly looked back down to the grooves of the mat below your legs. "I feel as if my heart will pounce out of my chest." blurted your so to be husband. The older women laughed before she pulled the sliding door to the side. Finally.

Would he too run off and leave you here?

You dare not bring your eyes upward until the older women ordered you too. So You sat there eyes focused on the floor. "oh yes. One of the most beautiful women we have here sir. A great pick from you father." the women claimed. You felt a tight grasp on your shoulder as you were pulled upwards from the floor. Your legs felt as If you had stepped on millions of needles due to the length of time you were seated. You let out a gasp as you were forced upward. Nearly falling back down a much more gentler grasp around your waist caught you.

"Do be careful how you step." He whispered . You hadn’t thought he was that close to you but when he spoke you could feel the warmth of his breathe on your cheek. You wanted to see him! Your eyes were covered by the damn veil and you struggled to take off the thin scrap of fabric. You could also feel him trying to swiftly take off the veil as well but the fabrics many layers made it hard.

“My faceless wife what a way to meet you.” He joked. "Oh here . Let me help!” the older women countered. The tug made your head go back awkwardly as she yanked it. You closed your eyes quickly as the fabric glided along your face.

“Father choose well. I approve !” Kyojuro remarked as if he were simply talking about a fabric item.

You stayed still in his grasp around your waist. He pulled you close to his chest your hands resting lightly over him. You could feel his every breathe below your palm. And his heart beating so fast. “I am happy once again we have made a great pairing within the Rengoku family!” The older women claimed as she clasped her hands together.

"I will write my father and give great thanks!” he stated as his firm hand around your waist tighten slightly. Your gaze hyper focused on his nice shaved chin. Your eyes shifted to his shoulders and could make out peaks of yellow blonde and red hair. "Please bring your gaze up to mine so that I may finally greet you." His tone soften when addressing you. He gripped your chin carefully with his thumb and pointer finger. He adjusted your head moving your head slightly back. Your gaze slowly taking in his face starting from his chin and then soon upwards.

You felt your breathing had stopped. His striking orange gaze piercing right through you. His bushy brows so pointed. His hair like the sun. His eyes closed as his head tilted slightly to the right and a smile appeared slowly across his face. "I am Kyojuro of the Rengoku family. My father has chosen well." He added to to his greeting. His eyes slowly opened very wide as they flickered like flames to take in your face. "Your kimono is very beautiful. If that is your favorite color I will buy more for you." He mumbled as his gaze fell down to your outfit. You still could not respond to him.

His expressions never wavering as he spoke. His eyes never breaking eye contact with you. " Do not fear me." He instructed as he allowed for you to catch your footing. His arm slipping back from around your waist and to his side. "This ceremony is very fast. Whatever you feel we should not do tell me." of course. If the slayer had accepted the girl it was as if the wedding had happened and they of course had to consummate the marriage. Thus falling into trying to have the child for the continued blood line this .

You however were told that you did not have a choice. So of course you took a step forward placing your hands over his chest. Never breaking out eye contact you slowly went on your tip toes and placed your lips over his. The flame Hashira seemed to pause. His eye brows almost hiding up into his hair line. His heart under your palms beating faster. You sat yourself back on your heels. "Your name?" he asked softly. "I am...."

Should I do another one 😍😍 or should I continue this story 🙃

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We need a part two

Husband!Kyojuro stopping at a town to rest on his way back from a mission and witnessing a man suggestively catcalling a woman. At first Kyojuro is ready to jump in and defend the woman's honor, but from her reaction it's apparent that she knows the man well (perhaps he's her husband) and she likes his playful banter.

Kyojuro watches on as the couple flirt boldly in public, not caring if others see their blushing faces, the promise in their eyes, or overhear their thinly-veiled hunger for each other. And of course, his thoughts wander to you and whether you would enjoy the same banter.

He thinks about it all the way home. He runs a thousand scenarios through his head. There are so many parts of you he could brazenly compliment and it's hard just to pick one. He tests out different levels of heat, settling on something he feels is suggestive without being outright lewd.

"Boldness, Kyojuro. You can do this!"

By the time he reaches your hometown he's practically giddy, knowing it's market day and you'll likely be shopping for groceries. And sure enough, there you are, completely unaware of his presence; basket resting on your hip as you chatter with the merchants, smile radiant, sunlight dancing in your hair.

"I LOVE YOU!"

The words tumble out of him far louder than intended, drawing the attention of every person in the busy street.

While they weren't the words he intended to call out, he means them just the same. And they certainly serve the purpose of making both of you blush.

Let it happen — chapter one.

Jinx x Kiramman!daughter!reader

A/N — this is a multi-chapter fic that was sitting in my drafts for months so I just decided to publish it. I don’t know where it’s going, and I’ll probably make edits as I go along. But I now you enjoy it anyway!

Content: 2,621 words, descriptions of panic attacks, reader discribed with darkskin and curly hair, modern!au

Also available on AO3. | Jinx and Y/N Kiramman playlist. (Not specific to this story)

Powder Lanes—or if it had been up to her at birth, Jinx—was a diehard hater of plenty things.

School, early rising, and her brother’s stupid pranks that she always seemed to fall victim to—and the list goes on. However, truth be told, her hatred for all those things combined still paled in comparison to the absolute loathing she felt for the wealthy fuckers in Piltover. Her whole life she’d seen them; only miles away from Zaun yet the lives they led were completely different. Everything from the clothes they wore, to the cars they drove, to even the litter on the street was so perfect. It was sickening. How could a place disgustingly great be that close to a place like Zaun? Zaun, her home, which was drowning in poverty, crime, and starvation? It left a taste in her mouth so bitter that she couldn’t help but frown in distaste whenever the city was brought up.

She and her sister indulged in the mutual distain together for a while. Off-color jokes about Piltoveran habits and horrible impressions of their accents became their thing. A source of comfort after a bad dream, a way to make one laugh when the other was sick, an extended olive branch after a fight. She wouldn’t go as far as to say it was a backbone of their relationship, but it was one of the steady planks that kept them standing.

Maybe that’s why she felt like her world was ending when she first heard the news. Her sister. Her Violet. A piltie lover. But not just any old Piltie girl! No, the universe wasn’t kind enough to make this girl just some rando. Vi was dating a Kiramman. One of the richest families in Piltover. She knew it was slightly dramatic, but it felt kind of like betrayal. When Vi broke the news, she could only sit there. A mixture of shock, dread, and a spark of anger brewing together to create the most awful feeling her stomach had ever felt. She held back for as long as she could, silently watching as their dad gleefully patted her shoulder and as their brothers playfully teased her for “finally being tied down.” Her words wouldn’t even come to her as she stood up with a blank expression and walked back to their shared room.

About thirty minutes later, Vander, probably on behalf of Vi, made an appearance. She had to practically force herself to stay present and absorb the words he was saying. It was a load of bullshit about how you “can’t help who you fall for,” and “She’s still your big sister”. All things she already knew but listened to him repeat anyway. After he got done, she simply nodded, with her best attempt at a reassuring smile. The last thing she needed was for him to think she wasn’t being supportive of her sister’s relationship, even if that was technically the truth. She needed time to process, to be alone with the fact that her own sister was in love with the enemy. She couldn’t do that if he never left the room.

After she finally came to terms with the facts, concern flurried in her body. What did this piltie—Caitlyn, possibly want with Vi? Didn’t she already have everything she wanted? More even? What if she was using her? What if her plan was to get whatever it is she wants then to leave her high, dry, and miserable? Vi would be devastated. Heartbroken. Her gut clenched at the thought. She knew her sister like she knew her own mind. There was no one else as trusting, kind, or stupidly self-sacrificing as Violet Lanes. She’d always felt it would lead to her downfall, but over her dead body would she let this piltie-girl be the one to spark her downward spiral. She had to figure this out. For the good of her sister’s mental state.

Jinx’s opportunity to sleuth around came way sooner than she expected. Two days after Vi broke the earth-shattering news, she dropped another bombshell. (what was with her?!) The Kirammans had invited their entire family to dinner. At their house. In Piltover. She nearly choked on her breakfast at the thought. If she wasn’t sure her sister had lost the plot before, there was her unasked-for confirmation.

A dinner with one of Piltover’s wealthiest sounded like an early trip to hell, yet Vi seemed so ecstatic about it. Of course, Vander readily agreed at the sight of his eldest daughter’s poorly concealed excitement and Mylo and Claggor will go anywhere free food is, so that left Jinx as the one who didn’t express pleasure at the invite. She didn’t even notice them looking at her until Vi bumped her shoulder with a gentle, but slightly nervous “What do you think pow-pow?”

Even if the truth was that the very idea of sitting with those prissy, elite, sure-to-be assholes made her want curl up and throw a tantrum like she was six again; she can’t stand to see her sister upset. Especially not at her. So, with her most convincing smile and nod of her head she gave a tight “Can’t wait sis,” and hoped that would be enough. (Vi knew Jinx just as well as Jinx knew Vi, so it didn’t convince her much. She was glad her little sister was putting forth effort.)

There are so many better things she could be doing right now. Beating Ekko at video games, working on her new paintball-blaster gun in the garage, hell, even doing all the homework she’d let pile up. Anything, even that, was better than spending her night eating along side Piltover’s richest. However, she couldn’t deny the opportunity this gave her. Under the guise of being a concerned yet slightly overprotective sister, She could subtly interrogate this Caitlyn girl and spy any ulterior motives she may have regarding Vi. Then, she could have this whole situation wrapped up with only a little damage to Vi’s ego.

She and her brothers had been made to wear their best dress attire, which for her included a dress behind by she and vi’s mother that was slightly too big for her. (It felt weird wearing something that belonged to her; like chasing ghosts. She could ignore it for one night, though. For her plan. For her sister.)

The Kiramman estate was just as extravagant as she’d read about in all the articles. Big, stupid mansion with gardens, fountains, and the rest of the rich people bullshit. Her family’s beat up (but still perfectly good!) van looked extremely out of place parked in front. Another reason for her get them in and out as soon as possible. Vi looks more nervous than Jinx has ever seen her before. It’s unnerving. She’s not used to her older sister being nervous about anyone, especially not some wealthy pricks. Man she must really like this girl. Jinx ignores that thought and follows her brothers out of the backseat.

She intentionally falls behind next to Vi and without looking at her, elbows her in the arm. She can feel Vi’s stare at the side of her face. When she glances over at her she’s nursing a small, amused smile. She reaches over and ruffles jinx’s hair, who in return gives her a short huff and glare. (She hides her smile as she speed walks ahead. That felt right. Just like old times.)

When they get up to the door, they’re greeted by the Kirammans’ butler. The man has the straightest, stiffest posture she’s ever seen, and he takes his job way seriously. He leads the five of them to the Kirammans’ dining room. The three of them make up some sight. Pristine, white collar, individuals sitting in a triangle, Cassandra Kiramman being the center.

Caitlyn Kiramman is just as perfect as Vi made her out to be. It was sickening. She looked like your average Piltoveran girl, only taller. Pin-straight dark-blue hair that sat on her shoulders way too neatly, like it’s never seen a single tangle. At first glance, she seems…intense. However, she doesn’t stay that way for long. The second she notices Vi’s presence, (and she assumes the rest of them, but her eyes remain on Vi the entire time) it’s like she comes to life. She stands up and stumbles over to her like a lovesick puppy. (How can one be clumsy so gracefully?) Vi catches her by the arm gently; then they both just stare at each other in that disgusting in love way every new couple does. It makes Jinx’s stomach turn. She has to admit. If this girl is messing around with Vi’s feelings, she sure is playing the part well. It almost convinces her that she’s being irrational, but not quite.

Claggor clears his throat with an amused smirk at their older sister. Mylo snickers until Vander elbows him in the side gently. Jinx’s eyes subtly narrow in Caitlyn’s direction, trying to keep a lid on her feelings. Vi introduces her to each family member one by one, Caitlyn greets them each with a firm handshake and a polite smile, until she gets to Jinx. Her smile falters and makes way for nervousness.

“And this is my little sister, Powder.” Vi introduces her with more caution and gentleness than the others, as if already sensing the tension between the two. Jinx gives her a look, already gearing up to correct her sister with her chosen name before Caitlyn interrupts. “Oh, yes! It’s lovely to meet you. I have a sister about your age too. She hasn’t come down yet.” She says as she glances at the stairs quickly before offering her hand to Jinx.

The mention of a sister does shock her. Since when was there another one?! Jinx had done her research, there had been no mention of another Kiramman daughter. Especially not one her own age. She pushes the momentary surprise away, refusing to let this throw her off her game. She shakes Caitlyn’s hand firmly as she holds eye contact, almost as if she’d asserting dominance. Silently telling her that her money and impromptu relationship with her sister don’t scare her.

Eventually, they all take a seat. Each member of her family members takes her turns shaking hands with with Cassandra and Tobias Kiramman. They’re polite in that wealthy aristocratic way that makes Jinx feel as if it’s not real. She sits between Mylo and Claggor, watching her surroundings carefully. She watches the way Vi smiles too hard and stumbles slightly when talking to Caitlyn’s parents. She watches them look at her in amusement. Mostly, she watches Caitlyn. Looking for any sign of dishonesty. The woman alternates between staring at Vi with that disgusting lovesick smile and glancing up the stairs, assumingely looking for this mystery sister that apparently no major news outlet knows about.

Light footsteps hurry down the stairs, causing a visible relaxation in Caitlyn’s shoulders. When Jinx looks up, she feels the air being knocked out of her lungs. The second Kiramman sister looks nothing like the rest of her family. She’s shorter than Caitlyn, with black curls that stop at her shoulders. The purple dress she’s wearing matches Caitlyn’s blue one. It brings out her dark skin and pretty eyes. Oh my god, did she really just think that? Whatever, stay focused jinx. Caitlyn’s sister smiles politely, just as her sister did, but for some reason it makes Jinx hot in the face. She takes a sip of water to combat the warmth.

“You’ll have to excuse my tardiness, I’m terribly sorry.” The girl smiles and takes her seat between Caitlyn and Tobias. Caitlyn bumps her shoulder with a relieved smile as she clears her throat. “This is my sister, y/n.” The girl—y/n— bumps Caitlyn back. Dispite looking nothing like them, she fits perfectly. Her posture just as straight, and her tone is just as diplomatic. It confuses Jinx. Why had she not heard of this girl?

“Y/N! This is Powder. Vi’s sister I told you about?” Caitlyn’s tone is friendly but the hints of nervousness shine through to jinx like headlights. (Was this her plan? Trying to get her somehow-secret-sister to get in close with her so she won’t sniff out her true intentions? Oh-ho! She was smarter than she gave her credit for.)

Y/N holds out her hand politely. Jinx takes it hesitantly. The girl has the warmest, softest flesh she’s ever felt in her life. It’s like shaking hands with a pillow. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard a little about you, is it true you’ve turned down Piltover University six times?” Y/N says curiously. That bit of information is true. She has turned down free admission to Piltover University six times. And she’d do it six more until they got the memo. Jinx knows her work is good. She knows she’s smarter than the average. Her teachers have said that her whole life. (Though, it’s usually in bitter company with “but she just doesn’t try!” Or some reimagining of it.)

Of course, she knows if she did accept their desperate pleas, she’d one of the only people from Zaun to ever get a scholarship there. At just sixteen. That doesn’t mean she’d demean herself and hurt her Zaunite pride by actually going to the piltie school. She’d rather chew glass.

“And I’ll turn them down six million more,” Jinx scoffs sarcastically. “I’m not sticking myself in a school with those rich, stuck up, snobby—“ Vander clears his throat firmly. That’s when she knows she’s crossed the line. Vi is giving her sternest big-sister glare. Jinx rolls her eyes and sits back. She’s preparing for whatever scolding or argument she’s about to get from the second Kiramman daughter, but the girl just laughs. So light, so sunny, so perfect that it nearly blows her away. “They are pretty snobby,” Y/N hums thoughtfully. “But I’ve heard your work is genius. It deserves to be rewarded.”

Jinx can feel the heat climbing back up her neck, and immediately busies herself with her water glass again, ignoring the questioning look from Vi. As dinner is served, Jinx does her best to subtly question Caitlyn, just as she planned.

It’s harder than she thought.

Y/N makes it hard. Just by being a good sister. Everytime she’s asking Caitlyn something, she gets nervous. And every time Caitlyn gets nervous, her sister swoops in like fucking Wonder Woman to guide her. Not letting her slip up even once. Ugh.

Vi and Caitlyn spend the night making goo-goo eyes at each other. It’s tough to discredit the feelings she sees when they lock eyes. Maybe…just maybe…No jinx! Stay focused! This can’t be real. It just can’t be.

The thought makes jinx breathing speed up. If this was genuine, and this piltie really cared about Vi as much Vi cared about her, then it was all true. It was all real. Her sister was in love with this rich girl and eventually would be so in love that they move in and get married and have babies and—and what about their family? What about their sisterhood? She’d forget all about her and Zaun. She’d lose her sister. Forever.

Suddenly the room feels smaller and she can’t breathe. No air is getting to her lungs, her muscles burn. She can hear Vi talking to her, firm, calm, but still concerned. Her brother’s are holding her shoulders and she can hear Vander’s chair screeching from how fast he’s standing up. All of it is too much.

Jinx stands up and runs out of the house through the back doors.

the prettiest eyes ᯓ★

Your Warm Embrace

pairing: kyojuro rengoku x black!f!reader

prompt: rengoku wants to show you how perfect you are.

note: inspired by a song but it's not even on tumblr😪 i put 'black' in the title, not bc my other fics aren't made for the Nubian queens🤓(sory) but because that's specifically the target this time so... yeah. i feel like this one is worse than usual🫢 but it’s just for fun n practice anyways. the title has nothing to do with it but it’s a lyric in the song.

kyojuro slid his arms around your waist, sliding his hands over your curves before letting them rest on your hips. he gripped the soft fat and let a low rumble resound in his chest.

“hi, kyo.” you brought a hand up to thread into his hair, scratching his scalp with your freshly manicured nails.

his only reply was a hum as he kissed a line from your cheek to your neck where he nipped and sucked to leave a mark.

you rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“we’re not having another baby.”

“we don’t have to.” you could hear his smile as he said that.

“kyojuro.” your tone was flat and unamused. “..are you sure?”

“what do you mean?” he rubbed your hips which he was previously trying to bruise. don’t tell nobody. “of course i’m sure.”

“i mean,” you sighed. “i just had a baby. i don’t know… i don’t feel pretty.”

“what?!” he genuinely sounded taken aback. you felt his arms leave your waist and fall to his sides.

you turned around to look up at him.

“i don’t feel good about myself, baby. maybe some other time.” you replied honestly.

“why not?” he asked. you felt bad for even telling him because he looked heartbroken.

you shook your head and shrugged.

“don’t worry about-“

kyojuro scooped you up in his arms, eliciting a gasp. you flung your arms around his neck in surprise.

“wait, wait-“

“you’re the most beautiful woman in the world and i’m lucky to be with you.” he says. you watched his face as he walked up the stairs, noting the frown that settled ever since you told him how you were feeling. “and you made our beautiful daughter. that’s something to be proud of.”

he took you to the bedroom and set you down on the bed.

“and if you don’t see that, i’ll show you.”

your brain buffered for a moment before you realized he was taking his shirt off.

“kyo! what if she wakes up?”

“she’s a baby, she won’t know.” he dragged you to the edge of the bed, sliding your oversized shirt(it was really his) over your head. “for now let’s worry about you.”

he placed his hands on your bare waist and grinned at you.

“my perfect girl.”

Immediately yes.

happy early valentine's <3