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HE'S SO CUTEEEEEE I LOVE HIM
a little too much.
pairing: rengoku kyoujurou x reader
genre: fluff, fluff, more fluff
word count: 4414
remarks: request by @redgokus!! i hope you like it, although i’m afraid i messed up the request a little 😅
Sometimes, you find yourself really regretting your life decisions.
Why, you ask yourself over and over, as Mitsuri hums happily behind you, running a comb through your hair. Why on earth did you agree to go to a festival in the middle of town, when you could just be home where it was peaceful and quiet, eating wagashi and sipping sake on the engawa? Why would you agree, out of your own free will, to do this?
Demons have their Blood Demon Arts, allowing them to perform supernatural feats and possess inhumane strength. They can slice rock with a swipe of the hand, regrow cut limbs in the blink of an eye. All sorts of spells and magic, defying reality and pushing the boundaries of one’s imagination.
If you were ever a demon, you think, all you want is the ability to turn down Rengoku Kyoujurou for just once in your life.
“I’m so glad that you’re coming with us today!” Mitsuri - the Love Pillar - says in a sing-song voice, sweet and bubbly. Her hands are gentle as they tug lightly at your hair, pulling it into a simple but fashionable up-do from what you can see in the looking glass in front of you. Your reflection’s lips are pressed together in a neutral expression, but only you can see the panic reflected in your own eyes. A Pillar is doing your hair. A Pillar! “Rengoku-san always talks about you, but I’ve rarely seen you around! I’m really excited to get to spend the festival with you!”
You nod awkwardly at her words, actions stilted in your attempt not to ruin her hard work. Damn you, Kyoujurou.
“It’s a good thing you don’t see me much.” You manage to say, fingers playing with the hem of your kimono to settle your nerves. Your throat is dry. “That means you don’t get injured often.”
Mitsuri laughs brightly at your words, and you stare at your lap. Was what you said… amusing, somehow? You were being serious… “Because you’re a healer at the Butterfly Mansion?” She tugs your hair into a knot, securing it in place with a small arsenal of silver pins. “I rarely see you around! I do wonder how you and Rengoku-san met!”
Of course she would rarely see you about. Even if Mitsuri did visit the Butterfly Mansion once in a while, it’s unlikely that she would catch a glimpse of you. Interaction with the patients is something you leave to the other girls, such as Aoi. You, on the other hand, prefer staying behind the scenes, mixing salves, mending clothes, doing the washing and such.
It’s only Kyoujurou. Only Kyoujurou somehow managed to notice you slipping in and out of his room to change his sheets and bring him his daily medication during his occasional stay at the Butterfly Mansion, prompting him to seek you out one day to thank you for your hard work - much to your shock.
Since Kyoujurou rarely likes staying at the Butterfly Mansion when he’s injured (he much prefers recuperating in the Rengoku Estate where he can spend his time with his younger brother, Senjurou), you often have to travel there to deliver his medicine and change his bandages for him, leading to the formation of a somewhat strange friendship. Over time, you find that the Flame Pillar has somehow buried himself deep into your heart, his kindness and passion only nurturing the quietly blooming affections that you have for him into fruition.
And now, well, here you are.
“Well… it’s a long story.” You wave it off hesitantly. It’s not very interesting, but it is precious to you, and a story that you hold close to your heart. You catch Mitsuri’s pout in the looking glass.
“That’s too bad, I was quite interested!” Mitsuri chimes brightly, slipping a hairpin into the up-do. Tiny jeweled butterflies dangle down the side, tinkling like silver bells and wind chimes. “All done! You look absolutely breathtaking. I’m sure the rest will be excited to meet you too!”
You take a deep breath, trying to remain positive. “Ah, right… the others.”
You see, Kyoujurou hadn’t mentioned any others when he’d invited you to the festival. The thought of heading to a festival with Kyoujurou had already made you unbearably nervous - you were far more used to quiet nights cleaning his wounds with casual chatter, wrapping dumplings with Senjurou or even stargazing on the rooftops. It was only today that you’d found out it wouldn’t just be the two of you, but all of the Pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps heading out to enjoy the festival. Your nerves had only grown tenfold, from a sweet fluttery feeling in your chest to something approaching dread.
Once again, with all of your heart, damn you, Kyoujurou.
“You don’t mind, do you? Oyakata-sama said it would be a good idea for the Pillars to bond by going to the festival together, but I already have plans with you. If you mind, of course, I could go alone with you instead.” Kyoujurou had told you apologetically this morning, right after his Pillar meeting ended. The man had run all the way to the Butterfly Mansion just to inform you in person instead of sending a kasugai crow over, and you found your heart wavering when you looked at his flushed cheeks, the apologetic expression on his face. “I’m truly sorry about this! I was looking forward to spending time with you.”
“No, no, of course it’s alright!” You’d found yourself saying, while your mind screamed otherwise. “I’d love to meet the other Pillars as well!”
What in the name of Kami were you saying?
Too late to back out now, you’re left with no choice but to fiddle with the pin in your hair, swallowing the nerves rising in your chest. “Just one festival.” You mutter to yourself under your breath. “Shinobu-san will be there too, so it can’t be too bad.”
At least, you hope it won’t be.
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pairing: rengoku kyoujurou x reader
genre: angst
word count: 1876
remarks: why do i do this why do i make myself suffer
In hindsight, you should have known the second you saw the site of the train wreck with your own eyes.
“Kyoujurou!” You call, doing your best to keep your breathing and emotions in check as your eyes sweep the place. You’ve been running desperately, following the railway tracks along the route that you know the Infinity Train to have taken — hoping, begging, that you wouldn’t find any casualties along the way.
Your kasugai crow, which you use more to keep in contact with Kyoujurou than anything else, had informed you of Upper Moon Three’s appearance when you’d just finished clearing a forest of demons, much to your horror. You know the Flame Pillar is strong, incredibly so, but to face an upper ranked demon right after dealing with Lower Moon One is an impossible task.
If anyone can do the impossible, though, it’s Kyoujurou. You have to believe in him.
The closer you get to the wreckage, your seasoned senses can already pick out smaller details of the battle from the night before — the acrid smell of burning ash that still lingers in the air, the dented metal of the toppled train carriages. Although your lungs burn from exertion, you push yourself onwards, frantic to confirm with your own eyes that Kyoujurou is still alright.
Nothing is going to happen to him, you chant to yourself in your mind, over and over. Kyoujurou is going to be alright. He has to be.
You barely spare the casualties at the side of the tracks a glance as you leap onto the wreckage of the carriages, eyes desperately scanning around you for a glimpse of that familiar flame emblazoned haori. Most of them seem to be only suffering from flesh wounds, which means that Kyoujurou and the three that joined him have been successful at keeping civilian losses to a minimum. You allow yourself to cling to hope for a brief moment. They’re alright, so Kyoujurou must be as well–
You see him.
Or rather, you see the back of him as he kneels on the ground next to the wreckage, a boy in a green checkered haori sobbing in front of him. Your breath hitches, and then you’re running, shouting his name.
“Kyoujurou!”
The boy glances up in shock at your voice, his eyes and cheeks wet with tears, but you hardly pay him any heed as you come to a stop in front of your best friend, nearly falling over from how fast you’re going. “Kyoujurou, the crow told me that you encountered Upper Moon Three, I couldn’t reach fast enough to provide backup, are you…” Your words die into a strangled sound in your throat. “…alright…”
Kyoujurou looks up at you and your panic only grows when you see the red staining his smile, the familiar one that is only reserved for you and Senjurou. His remaining eye fixes on you, slightly wavering, so gentle you want to cry in anguish.
“I didn’t think you’d run all the way here just because I haven’t replied your last letter.” He says, but his words are nothing but white noise in your ears, your gaze transfixed on the blood that just keeps seeping from the hole in his torso. His voice is so strained, so weak. “I was going to tell you that sweet potatoes were better than yam, but–”
His words are cut off into a pained gasp as you tear the haori off your shoulders and press it to the wound on his stomach, praying that he hasn’t lost enough blood to put him in the grave. “What are the lot of you doing standing around and crying for?” You bellow at the two junior demon slayers, who flinch back at the volume of your voice. “Earring boy, help me staunch the bleeding from the back with your haori! Or have you learnt nothing but swinging swords from your trainer?”
Kyoujurou’s bloodstained hand rests on your trembling ones as you apply pressure to the wound, while the other brushes tears that you didn’t even know were falling from your eyes. “It’s alright–”
Something in you snaps.
“Shut up!” You scream at him, so fiercely that Kyoujurou actually recoils, his expression one of shock. He’s never seen you lose your composure like this, not after hearing about the deaths of your comrades, not even after the passing of your father whose haori you’re currently pressing to his wound. “Shut up, Kyoujurou, just… shut up! You’re bleeding out in front of me! It’s alright? It’s alright? Are you fucking with me?”
“That’s not what I meant-”
“You’re asking me to watch you die!” You snarl, fingers tightening so hard in the fabric of your haori there’s the sound of ripping fabric. “It might be alright with you, but don’t you dare think that I’m going to be okay with you dying in front of me! Use total concentration breathing to slow your blood flow! Don’t make me watch you die!”
Kyoujurou blinks up at you slowly, watching as tears flow down your cheeks uncontrollably, the way your shoulders tremble with barely repressed emotion. He’s so exhausted, and his body is in so much pain that he just wants this to be over so that he can join his mother in rest, but you’re crying.
You’re crying, and it’s because of him.
And because it’s you, he parts his lips and forces himself to breathe.
Deep, measured breaths, just like he was teaching the Kamado boy a few moments ago. There are too many injuries to concentrate on, so he focuses on slowing his circulation so you won’t have to see his blood on your hands. Gritting his teeth, he takes one more deep breath to steel himself and forces the blood vessel to stop the bleeding.
Pain rips through him, clawing at his abdomen and a choked, soundless scream escapes Kyoujurou before he can swallow it. White flashes in his vision and he so damn badly wants to give up, but then your fingers are suddenly there, stroking his cheeks and begging him to stay with you. He clings to your voice even as waves of pain rock through him, as if you’re his lifeline and he’s a man drowning. You need him. He can’t go just yet.
When the blinding agony finally subsides just slightly, he finds himself lying on his back, tear tracks running down the sides of his face and his throat raw from screaming. You brush his tears away with the sleeve of your uniform, pressing your lips to his hairline. “You’re doing so well, Kyoujurou.” You tell him. His entire body feels sluggish, completely drained. There’s a light smack on his cheek. “Come on, talk to me. I’ve already called for a surgeon in the area, so you have to wait until he’s here. Don’t go to sleep just yet. You still haven’t told me why sweet potatoes are better than yam.”
Your voice is trembling.
“Sweet potatoes…” He forces his remaining eye to focus on your face, trying to remember your every feature. “I like the ones you and Senjurou make for me the most. The ones we make together on the first day of autumn. They’re always so warm and good.” The blood tastes like iron in his mouth, and suddenly he’s standing next to a pile of burning leaves in the yard of the Rengoku family home, poking at them with a long stick.
There’s a tap on his shoulder, and he turns to see you standing there in a thick kimono decorated with russet and crimson maple leaves for autumn, Senjurou clinging to your sleeve. He tells you that you look beautiful and your cheeks turn a hint crimson, mumbling your thanks shyly. Senjurou chatters excitedly about the roasted sweet potatoes in the fire, while his own face warms at your response, heart throbbing in his chest.
We’ve been making roasted sweet potatoes since we were children, Kyoujurou. You still can’t tell when they’re cooked or not?
He never tells you that he doesn’t want to learn, so that he can keep inviting you to his home year after year to make them together.
The sweet potatoes the three of you shared always taste the best. No matter how simple they are, nothing can compare to them in the way they warm his heart.
“Mm, we used to make them so that you would give Kanroji a break from training.” You slap his cheek again, a little harder this time. Kyoujurou blinks blearily in realization that his eyes were slipping shut, instantly feeling guilty, but he’s just so tired. “Don’t sleep yet, Kyoujurou. Senjurou was telling me about how his broom broke yesterday, and he’s waiting for you to get back from this mission so that we can get a new one from the market together.”
“A new… broom? Ahh, I just fixed the old one before I left, it mustn’t have been enough.” Kyoujurou’s head spins, and his breathing comes out shallow. He tries to breathe right, he really does, but he’s losing strength with each passing second. “He was telling me about a new vendor in the market selling konpeito, so he wants to try making some. It’s simple, so Senjurou said I could try making some and giving it to you as a gift.”
“That sounds nice.” You hum, your voice trembling slightly, although Kyoujurou doesn’t know why. His entire body feels heavy, and his head rests in the softness of your lap. It’s warm and comforting and familiar. Kyoujurou used to do this after a long session of training, before the two of you had become Pillars with your own missions, your own paths taking you apart. Simpler, happier times, a long, long time ago. “When we go home, let’s make a fire and roast sweet potatoes together again, alright?”
“It’s not autumn yet, though… There won’t be enough fallen leaves.” Your hand finds Kyoujurou’s, and he squeezes it weakly. So warm. “I’m really tired… could I nap… for just a bit?”
Kyoujurou faintly hears a choked sob, feels your fingers stroking through his hair and your lips against his forehead. “Okay.” You finally whisper after a heartbeat, your voice cracking at the edges. “You’ve done wonderfully, Kyoujurou. I’m so, so proud of you.”
He feels the corners of his mouth lift in joy at your praise. “Will you still be here… when I wake up?”
“Of course.” You kiss his eyelid, the tip of his nose, then his cheek. “I’ll always be with you, Kyoujurou. We promised each other since we were kids, am I right?”
“Okay.” He murmurs. Relief settles deep into his weary bones, and he allows himself to stop fighting the exhaustion dragging him under. You’ll be there when he opens his eyes again. “When I wake up… I have something important… I wanted to tell you…”
You wait for him to continue, but Rengoku Kyoujurou falls silent and still – and stays that way. His warm smile remains on his face, and you fight back your tears to press a featherlight kiss against his brow, so that you don’t disturb his peaceful slumber.
“I love you too.” You whisper back, your voice hushed with unshed tears. Your hand, stained with his blood, cups his cheek gently. “Goodnight and sweet dreams, Kyoujurou.”
desire (nsfw-ish).
This demon is unlike any other that you’ve faced before.
“Kyoujurou, pressure the left flank and drive it towards the middle! We’ll corner it with a pincer attack!” You call out as you leap through the treetops, relying on the meagre light of the half moon to see where you’re putting your feet. Beneath you on the ground, Kyoujurou calls his affirmation, keeping tight on the demon’s tail. “Remember to keep an eye out for his Blood Demon Art!”
It’s the first time either of you have seen a Blood Demon Art like this one. Instead of the usual ability to hurt or deal damage in the most unexpected ways possible, this demon’s ability makes you deeply besotted with the first thing you lay eyes on. The spell had not been limited to animate creatures, and both you and Kyoujurou had solemnly promised to never speak of this night ever again.
After a while, however, you and Kyoujurou had gotten much better at avoiding the bright pink smoke that the demon released — although the spell was potent, it was short lived. Darting forward, you leap down from the trees as Kyoujurou thrusts forward with his blade, forcing the demon to jump out of reach and right into your path.
With a shout, you grip your sword tight and swing. “Breath of Snow, First Form, Snowflake Slash!”
The demon, unable to dodge your attack, screams as your blade cuts through his neck as easily as slicing running water. In that moment, familiar fuchsia clouds erupt from his body, enveloping you in them completely. You gasp in surprise, throwing your hand over your mouth, and leap away urgently to avoid breathing it in, but you’re a little too late. A few meters away, you can hear Kyoujurou calling for you, panicked.
You stumble towards his voice and out of the dissipating smoke, feeling a little lightheaded. “I’m fine.” You reassure Kyoujurou the second he dashes over to you, concern written all over his face. “I just didn’t expect the demon to make a last ditch effort like that, so I was taken by surprise. I won’t let that happen again.”
Kyoujurou waves the the remainder of the pink smoke away from your face before glancing behind you. “It seems that the demon has been slain indeed!” The body has already started to disintegrate into ash. He turns back to you, carefully looking over your form for any injuries. “Are you sure that you are alright? You must have inhaled a lot of the smoke just now. Do you feel anything off?”
A little confused as well, you simply shrug. You had expected yourself to have already been trying to kiss the life out of a rock on the ground, or perhaps be in a passionate embrace with a tree. “Maybe it’s because I’ve already slayed the demon that its spell has no effect? I’m just a little hot and sweaty from the battle and I really want a shower…” You clap Kyoujurou on the shoulder lightly with a reassuring smile before sheathing your sword. “Come on, our work here is done. Let’s head back to the town for the night.”
He nods, but then fixes his gaze sternly on you. “If you feel anything strange, tell me immediately!” His golden eyes are filled with worry for you, and warmth blossoms in your chest in response. “Understood?”
You hum in agreement. “Of course.”
As if the two of you had already used up all the luck you had on defeating that demon, the first inn both of you had come across only had one available room. Too exhausted from the fight earlier to search for another inn, you haul Kyoujurou with you to your designated room, good naturedly ignoring the man’s protests that you should get the room.
“You can sleep over there, and I’ll sleep over here.” You tell the Flame Pillar after pushing him into the room with you. He stands rigidly in the doorway, still hesitant, and you laugh at the conflicted expression on his face. “Come on, Kyoujurou. It’s the middle of the night and the two of us need to set off early tomorrow morning, so we should get as much rest as possible.”
“Yes, but it is not proper for me to sleep in the same room as you!” Kyoujurou tries to protest, looking at you helplessly. “I could sleep outside while you take the room, and-” You put one hand over his mouth, cutting off his words.
“As if I’d allow you to sleep outside when we have two perfectly good futons in the room.” You scold as he looks down at you seriously, golden eyes bright even in the dim light of the room. “Really, Kyoujurou, you’re so sweet and honorable that it’s a little annoying. You’re a man of principle and a precious friend. I’d trust my life with you, Kyo.”
You feel Kyoujurou swallow under your palm at the weight of your words before he reaches up to pull your hand away from his mouth. His gaze doesn’t leave yours. “Then I will not break the trust you have in me.” He says earnestly, squeezing your hand. Satisfied with his acceptance, you smile at him and hold out your hand playfully. “So, janken to decide who gets to shower first?”
Kyoujurou pulls a rock, while you put out a paper. You suspect he lost on purpose, but he admits nothing with that unflappable smile of his, shooing you to head to the baths first while he lays out the futons for both of you.
As you gather the robes the inn has provided you, you fan yourself with one hand, staring out of the window in confusion.
Why is tonight so unbearably warm?
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Not bitches calling SENJURO ugly
“Hmm? Oh sorry- I kinda zoned out while looking at your face . . . what are we talking about?” and “I really love you” pleaaaaase? Tyvm!
Hope you like it, bby! 🥰🍉
Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Cold Coffee (Fluff + Smut, Modern AU, Slight NSFW Scenario)
Warnings: Smut, Groping, Language, Biting, Marking
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On what could possibly have been the chilliest night of the month, Kyōjurō had absolutely no idea why his wife would even want to drink cold coffee out of all the things she could have had. It just didn’t seem normal to him.
Then again, he was someone whom had still kept on eating sweets despite his tooth already aching; so there really wasn’t any room for him to judge.
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Warning: SPOILERS
THE NEW TRAILER OH MY GOD MY HEART. THE NEW SONG SLAPS TOO.
NO SHIN BUT OH MY GOOOOOD I’M FROTHING AT THE MOUTH 😭😭😭
Ngl Kyō’s voice is soooooooooooo sexy when he’s serious. 😭
Obsession: Yandere!Kyōjurō x F!S/O (Slight NSFW Scenario)[Part 4]
Summary: A sweet moment where (Y/n) finally realizes her growing feelings for Kyōjurō— as well as her growing lust for him. Kyōjurō also comes clean about their past engagement.
Note: I was so inspired by Little by Little by CHEEZE for this one because the meaning of the song is just too sweet and extremely appropriate for the fic… once we all look past Kyō being a yandere.
Also, forgot to mention that Kyō is 25 here, while (Y/n) is 23.
Warnings: Language, Making Out, Sexual Thoughts
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It was only the second day of Kyōjurō’s stay with his beloved and her family, yet he could feel his long awaited victory bubbling up within him. He hadn’t intended on staying for more than a day, yet things had turned to his favor when (Y/n)’s father recognized him.
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Obsession: Yandere!Kyōjurō x F!S/O (SFW/NSFW Scenario)[Part 2]
Summary: After years of planning out how to get and keep (Y/n) for himself, Kyōjurō finally gives in to his baser instincts and lets the yandere inside him take over. He’d expected her to run away from him, yet he was in for a big surprise when she was more than willing to be consumed by him. Heart, body, and soul; his eternal captive.
Warnings: Smut, Yandere Kyōjurō, D/s Themes, Possessive Kyō, Language, Teasing, Blowjob, Bondage, Cum Swallowing, Deep Throating/Throat Fucking, Ball Sucking, Dub Con/Non Con, Implications of Violence, Mentions of Blood
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A hateful glare bored into a haunting pair of demonic eyes, narrowing even further as helplessness crept into every inch of the demon’s body as he knelt on the floor. No one would have believed him had he said that a mere human’s eyes could turn so dangerous— like how the man’s red tinged irises in front of him had become.
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Obsession: Yandere!Kyōjurō x F!S/O (NSFW Scenario) [Part 1]
Summary: After years of planning out how to get and keep (Y/n) for himself, Kyōjurō finally gives in to his baser instincts and lets the yandere inside him take over. He’d expected her to run away from him, yet he was in for a big surprise when she was more than willing to be consumed by him. Heart, body, and soul; his eternal captive.
Note: Hope you like it, bbys. 🥰 Tho if there will be a part 2 or not will depend on how well this is received. 🤔 Care to share your thoughts about the darker theme?
Warnings: Smut, Yandere Themes, D/s Themes, Possessive Kyō, Cumshot, Mentions of Breeding Kink, Choking, Language, Bondage, Dry Humping, Implications of Somnophilia, Dub Con
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Red-tinted eyes looked back at (Y/n); filled with so much heat and lust that it had her moving to cover herself from the intense gaze. However, the moment she tried to move her arms, she realized that they wouldn’t move— rather, they couldn’t.
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Obsession: Yandere!Kyōjurō x F!S/O (NSFW Scenario)[Teaser]
Summary: After years of planning out how to get and keep (Y/n) for himself, Kyōjurō finally gives in to his baser instincts and lets the yandere inside him take over. He’d expected her to run away from him, yet he was in for a big surprise when she was more than willing to be consumed by him. Heart, body, and soul; his eternal captive.
Warnings: Smut, Yandere Themes, D/s Themes, Possessive Kyō, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Choking, Language, Bondage, Teasing, Somnophilia, Dub Con
Note: No smut in this teaser yet, my bby loves.
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Red tinted eyes looked back at (Y/n); filled with so much heat and lust that it had her moving to cover herself from the intense gaze. However, the moment she tried to move her arms, she realized that they wouldn’t move— rather, they couldn’t.
She wasn’t even sure if she was dreaming or not, but everything seemed too surreal to be reality. After all, she was sure that she had fallen asleep as soon as her head had hit the pillow. So, she rationalized it as something that was nothing more than a figment of her imagination.
I just know rengoku had a big dick
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✂ Pairing: Yandere! Prince! Rengoku Kyōjurō x Reader
✂ Word Count: 2,8k+
✂ Trigger Warnings: Possessiveness, implied abuse
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I’ve seen a lot of people wrote Cinderella au, so I want to try my hands on it.
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“I’ve never had clouds follow me each day. Years of sun that never went away. I lie here awake but I’m not one to pray. Everything’s changed and now I’m not okay.” - Bring Me Home [G Flip]
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saw a pic of demon!kyo and now something within me has snapped

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I’d…really like to try and write a dark!kyojuro x reader…
I will write one!!
Omg so I found this song called 'Mr. Watson' by Kesha about a girl trying to fuck her history teacher
And I just remembered Rengoku is the history teacher in Kimetsu academy....
😳😳😳