Rengoku X Reader - Tumblr Posts - Page 3
I think I’ll miss you forever
Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky
Cause I knew you
Stepping on the last train
Marked me like a bloodstain
Yay!! Thank you so much for answering the request!!💕💕 this is adorable!!
Hi I’m back for the milestone match up! :D i’d like to request a romantic match up please❤️
Hi, i’m E! I like to draw, mostly people or characters that i love! If i’m not studying for uni, i’d rather spend my day on learning how to draw instead. My favourite place in the world is the beach. Spending time with my friends and sister is a way for me to recharge after a hard day. I like japanese food way too much, and have a sweet tooth. I’m not bothered by pda. I’m not the best at communicating, so i’d appreciate to have someone who’d order at the mcdonald’s drive thru for me, who’d call first and initiate texts and has the patience to listen to my incoherent thoughts. The easiest way to make me fall in love is to make me laugh.🌸
I love kyojuro because he has all the traits i look for in a partner, but i’m open to suggestions if you think someone else would suit me better! After all, you did make me have a slight crush on sanemi😳🤍
MILESTONE 10.0
💞: Rengoku Kyojuro
takes a little too long to put sunscreen on your back at the beach. You appreciate his care and concern, aaand you also lowkey worry about looking like someone spilled plain yogurt on you. "Is it all rubbed in?" you huff, struggling to glance over your shoulder at his disturbingly focused expression. "Not quite!" he murmurs, palms smooth and strong along your skin, almost unbalancing you as he presses firmly. "As much as I'm grateful I won't get sunburnt, I really think you've applied enough," you swivel around, eyebrows pinched impatiently. His consequent pout almost makes you feel badly... until you take the sunscreen bottle from his hands, frown deepening, "How much did you use?! I swear it's half empty?! I JUST BOUGHT THIS?!"
enjoys waiting on you, your sister, and (your) friends. Going to a movie? He insists on you all coming home afterwards, because he's excited to cook Japanese cuisine for everyone, "Why spend money eating out when you can have an even better experience at home?" He respects your space and time with them (it gives him a fighting chance to catch up on the book he's reading), and secretly adores when you playfully call him Waiter!
texts you whenever he sees something you might like. Yes or no? and Do you need this/these? and Reminds me of you! are frequently received messages of yours (from him), but you have to be careful! If you say Yes or Yup or Ooh! (synonyms included), then it's practically guaranteed that he'll buy it/them for you. He isn't necessarily impulsive or wasteful, but he keeps tabs on how many pairs of your socks have holes in them, how long it's been since you last treated yourself, and remembers anything you mention in passing.
Based on @meowzfordayz’s home at last (home is wherever you are)
Thank you again for writing my request!❤️✨i truly appreciate it!
“I’d really love to paint your eyes Kyojuro.”
Based on @thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch ‘s fic :D thank you again for it writing for me! ❤️
A little crush on the history teacher
Some more Rengoku x oc stuff I havent posted on tumblr (there’s a lot actually would you guys be interested in seeing them 👉🏻👈🏻)
Some more Rengoku x Oc stuff!! Since you guys were so nice about it last time🥹❤️
thank you!✨
First kiss
GUYS WAIT THE FIRST KISS COMIC HAS A GLITCH PLEASE STOP THE REBLOG
Aaa thank you so much!! 💕❤️🫶🏻😭✨This is adorable so I had to draw a lil something so im sorry for being late!😭
Hi :3 im so happy to see this event because this is such a genius idea! I love taylor and all her lyrics are just Ugh😩❤️
Would you mind writing for Rengoku with the prompt “all you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing” ? Just a fluff fic where he doesn’t die, instead got married and retired with reader, looking softly at his spouse to realise that the reader only wanted sweet nothings from him❤️
kyojuro rengoku x all you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing
request a character + prompt here :)
Kyojuro doesn't mind.
Even if you don't believe him, even if you protest each time he offers to carry the laundry basket, even if you roll your eyes as he lowers himself until he's basically sitting on his heels to offer his back whenever you're walking home and he thinks you might feel tired. He doesn't mind.
That's exactly the first thought that crosses his mind as soon as he wakes up at dawn, the back of his hand gently but barely grazing your forehead, worried crests between his furrowed brows soothing as he finds your skin cool. He's careful as he gets out of the futon you share and pays extra attention to the pressure used to close the shoji doors of your bedroom as he exists the room.
It's a quiet morning and he can hear the birds chirping outside. He decides he likes the way the kitchen changes color as hues of soft orange and pink bleed through the windows, reflecting on the ceramic bowls you had piled up the evening before. It's kinda hard, resisting the urge to hum while the rice leftovers are heating up and eggs, salt and sugar are being mixed in a larger bowl. He's not gonna go with elaborate dishes, can't risk making you sick again. The miso soup will keep you hydrated and hopefully soothe your nausea, soft rolled omelettes are your favorites and, well, rice is there just in case you're hungry enough to eat it.
You try your best to tiptoe to the kitchen, woken up and drawn to the heavenly scent of whatever is being cooked in there. You try, but of course he hears you anyway, taking a former hashira by surprise being literally (and practically) impossible.
“Hey”, your voice barely crawls out of your throat as sleep still refuses to peel off from it.
Kyojuro wishes he could turn around fully in your arms, which are around his waist as your forehead rests against his back, but he's too afraid of burning those eggs.
“How are you feeling, my love?”, he resorts to a less affectionate although momentary greeting.
“I'm fine”, you mumble, “what're you doing?”
Slender fingers holding purple chopsticks make the job of rolling and folding an omelette look embarrassingly graceful.
“Making breakfast, of course. Do you feel like eating? There's soup. I have also brewed green tea and cut a lemon, please add a slice to your cup. It will relieve your stomach”, his voice vibrates against your forehead and you have to close your eyes for a second, take his cedarwood scent in. It mixes well with the geraniums sitting next to the window, you find.
“Kyo, it's your rest day. You spend the entire week training young slayers and you haven't slept at all within the last two days. I should be making breakfast”, you complain, right before a loud and not at all elegant sneeze cuts you off. You're forced to take a step back and sniffle slightly, puffy eyes and runny nose not really helping your case.
Kyojuro turns the stove off and piles the neatly folded omelettes on a plate.
“You should be resting”, he smiles softly as he brings bowls and plates and cups and teapot to the table. You sigh, surrendering to sit and wait for him to be ready to do the same.
“I'm sorry you're forced to take care of me”, you grumble, cursing the afternoon you had decided to run outside and attempt to save your freshly hanged laundry from the sudden downpour.
Kyojuro sits at his usual place, next to you and never across from you. He jokingly claims that it's to see you better with the only eye he's left with but, really, he doesn't see any reason to be farther from you when the opposite is possible. He wouldn't call himself clingy, just... tenacious in his love for you. Ever since miraculously making it back home from a train mission, he's been more indulgent with himself and his feelings. He talks more, touches you more, is working hard to piece together a civil relationship with his father. Kyojuro is now able to cry, mostly at night, after a nightmare, but even as no sad thoughts are crossing his mind and all he's looking at is his brother laughing with the Kamado boy or you bickering with Tengen. Tears just start rolling down his cheeks abruptly and it's impossible to stop them, not by kissing them away, not by holding him, now by stroking his hair. Perhaps they have been waiting too many years and should now get to decide when and how and where to stop.
“Come here”, he demands, arms invitingly outstretched, lips stretched in a gentle smile. You comply, because how could you not? Of course you'll sit on his lap and let him press your back against his chest, of course you'll sigh as his lips softly press to a spot right behind your ear.
“I love you. Getting to take care of you makes me lucky”, he murmurs, rocking your body ever so slightly.
“But I can't always ask for that. You should get to rest as well”, you observe, only for his grip around you to grow tighter.
“You never ask for anything. All you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing”, his voice is quiet but you notice the slight crack in it. Kyojuro talks more now but that doesn't mean that he always knows the right way to say what he wants to say. It's pretty fortunate for him that you always understand.
All I give you, I give you because I'm so loved.
All I give you, I give you because you're my home.
All I give you, makes me feel privileged. Because I still get to give you.
First mission with the hashira going well 👍🏻✨
I’m going to leave the full version under the cut lol
People who said Kyojuro has a breeding kink, how does it feel to be right?
Thank u @/taisho-era-secrets for being an inspo for this <3
Wearing each other’s traditional clothes
“You’re so sappy”
“And I know you enjoy it”
They are in love your honour
Language barrier
Pairing: Rengoku x gn! y/n
Context: fluff, modern au, Kyojuro is bilingual
A/n: Hello, this is my first time writing something so I hope you’ll like it <3
Thank you @meowzfordayz @neiptune for being the first readers. I’m also tagging @thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch because the 3 of you are my biggest inspo and why I wrote this🌸
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Kyojuro yawned and rubbed his eyes. The book he was holding on to threatened to fall from his hands as he realised it was getting late. The clock showed that it was almost midnight, and he took it as his cue to finally go to sleep. As he was about to turn off the lights, he noticed the figure in bed beside him suddenly stir, and he couldn’t help but crack a smile.
He looked over, but much to his surprise the love of his life was not asleep yet. He quirked a brow in amusement.
You laid silently with one hand on your stomach and the other hovering in the air. Your eyes were closed, but your index finger was moving, slicing into nothing. It looked as if you were drawing something as your finger stroked the air, or perhaps conducting an orchestra. You stopped mid-stroke and muttered under your breath, a curse perhaps. Kyojuro only watched for a solid minute before he shifted and laid closer to you.
“My love? What are you doing? I thought you were asleep.”
“Something bothered me, and I can’t seem to get a grasp on it.”
“Oh?” He kept quiet, urging you to continue as he watched your index finger move up and down in one swift motion. Judging from your tone of voice, you hadn’t been asleep at all.
Your head turned towards him, eyes fluttering open to meet a pair of his bright coloured irises. “I can’t seem to memorise the ‘ha’ column.”
Kyojuro’s smile widened, and his heart feels full. You had been trying to learn his native language for a week now. Although he had told you he did not mind the fact that you don’t speak Japanese, your insistence on learning his mother tongue made his heart soar.
You practiced with him every day, memorising the stroke orders of most common kanji characters and tried to have small conversations with him. He is a wonderful teacher. Despite your lack of knowledge and poor memorisation skills, he was patient and loving and kind through it all. Tonight, when you tried to recap your lessons for today, a column of hiragana characters became scrambled. It had nagged on you and kept you awake.
“Well, that should be easy enough!” His volume rose a bit in excitement. Moving his hand, he interlocked it with yours, the back of your hand facing the both of you.
With the other free hand, his index finger stroked the back of your hand gently.
It formed the character “ は“
“How do you pronounce that?” He questioned, smiling at you.
“ ‘Ha-‘ right?”
“Correct!”
He scribbled on your hand again. This time forming the character “へ“
“he”
“Good job!”
His touch was gentle and comforting, making your eyes droop from relaxation. You decide to close them and let your sense of touch guide you.
This time his scribbling formed the character “ふ”
“fu?” You answered much quieter
“Yes, great job my love.” His volume dropped, sensing the tiredness in your pitch. “What about this?” He wrote down the character “れ“
Your brows furrowed and your eyes opened half-lidded at him.
“That’s not in the ‘ha’ column.”
He chuckled, happy that you remembered what he taught you. “But do you know what it is?”
“It’s ‘re’ like the start of your family name.” You heard a prideful gasp came out of him.
“Wonderful, that’s amazing you remembered.” You could feel him squeezing your hand a bit, warm and gentle, making you feel sleepy once again. You feel like drifting off but kept yourself awake enough as he wrote down the next one. You bit your lip. You know it’s in the ‘ha’ column but you don’t know how it sounded.
“Can you do that again?”
“Of course.”
His index finger traced the back of your hand again, this time much slower and gentler, as If he’s trying to coax you back into relaxing.
“I don’t…know that one.”
“That one is pronounced ho”
“…right..”
The character “ほ” popped up in your mind, and you kept quiet trying to combat the drowsiness and memorise the stroke order you felt.
He went silent for a while. His lack of commentary stirred you awake.
“Kyojuro?”
“Ahh..I thought you went to sleep?” You laughed. “No, not yet, but you writing on my hand is making me sleepy.” He only responded with a thoughtful “hmm”
“Alright, let’s test your kanji.” You sighed, not prepared for the sudden quiz.
“Oh no…I’m going to suck at this.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll use the ones you’ve been learning so far.”
“Alright then...”
His finger moved in skilful motions, stroking right, down, right, right, with precision. He was going slow so you could catch up and make sense of the stroke order. It was difficult but with some concentration you made out that he had written the kanji “描く“ on the back of your hand.
“Ega- ku, -to paint something.”
“Yoku dekita!”
You laughed at his response.
He scribbled another kanji down, and you immediately recognised it because you’ve been practising on how to write it almost every day.
“Well now you’re just trying to write your own name.” You quipped, with a small smirk.
“I’m not even done yet, and I am both impressed and flattered you remembered!” You chuckled lightly at him, and it sounded like music to his ears.
His name was not that complicated, but he continued anyway, caressing your skin gently just to reinforce your brain into remembering the stroke order. He went slowly, his touch causing you to drift off more and more with every stroke. By the time he had finished the “郎” from ” 杏寿郎” you had already gone to sleep.
Seeing that you were finally dead to the world, he pulled on your hand and kissed it gently. Your silent reply was all he needed to confirm that his mission was successful. Pulling back, he decided to write down one final kanji before retiring for the night. He wrote more of a sentence really, and his eyes widened in excitement when he realised he hadn’t taught you this yet.
“ずっと大好きだよ。”
Smiling, he turned off the lights, wrapped his arms around you and went to sleep.
Some nsfw under the cut
Haha this existed since last year but I never posted it on tumblr because i’m a pussy
Hey if i’m being honest feel free to imagine your y/n underneath there cause i’m not gonna judge, it’s free real estate
Practice
I’ve always had a hard time drawing men, because i grew up drawing girls. I never really had to draw guys until I started drawing Mark, so drawing Kyojuro is such a challenge. He is already hard to draw design wise, but there is just something about the male anatomy and facial structure that I cannot visualise. So my goal this year is to be able to draw both body types and hopefully more complex body structures in the future