This Story I’m Working On Asked By @ivorycold Is Phew-

I love this idea! May I use it?

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 🙃

UMAI... art by Mamaaya1212🔥😍

I LOVE IT SO MUCH I MIGHT CHANGE IT TO MY PFP

LOOK AT THIS CUTE PICREW I FOUND!

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Made me think of them

The version without my oc

Dame Maggie Smith (1934 - 2024).

Jinx having a gf who’s touchy and affectionate

requested. @luc1dw0rld

Jinx’s hideout was always filled with chaos, half-finished inventions strewn across every surface, faint scorch marks on the walls, and the constant hum of machinery that never quite worked the way she wanted. But today, it felt different. Calmer, almost peaceful. It wasn’t because she’d finally decided to clean up the mess. She hadn’t. It was because of you.

You were sprawled out on her couch, an old, tattered thing she’d salvaged from a junkyard, but it felt like a throne whenever you were on it. Jinx sat cross-legged on the floor in front of you, tinkering with a grenade she’d been working on for days. Your legs dangled over the edge of the couch, and every so often, your foot brushed against her shoulder. Each touch, light as it was, sent a warmth through her that she didn’t know how to handle.

“Y’know, I think I’ve got this one right this time,” Jinx muttered, her tongue poking out as she focused on the tiny screws and wires in her hands. Her usual frenetic energy was dulled and her movements slower.

“I don’t doubt it for a second,” you said from above her. Your voice was soft, laced with the kind of unwavering confidence in her abilities that always made her stomach twist in unfamiliar ways.

She glanced up at you, her eyes wide and unguarded for a split second before she remembered herself and looked away. “Pfft. Don’t go jinxin’ it, babe,” she said, forcing a smirk as she set the grenade down. But her voice lacked its usual sharp edge, softened by the way you were looking at her.

You slid off the couch and onto the floor beside her, your legs folding neatly under you. “Need help?” you asked, even though you both knew your technical skills couldn’t match hers. It didn’t matter. The question wasn’t really about the grenade.

Jinx tensed for a moment, her fingers twitching against her thighs. She wasn’t used to this. To someone just…being there. It was a different kind of tension, though. Not the kind that made her fingers itch for a trigger or her mind spiral into chaos. It was much softer.

“Nah, I’m good,” she said, her voice quieter than usual. But she didn’t move away when your hand rested lightly on her knee.

You smiled at her, that small, knowing smile that always made her feel like you could see straight through her defenses. “Alright,” you said, leaning back on your hands.

Jinx’s gaze flicked to your hand on her knee, then to your face. She could feel the weight of your affection in the smallest gestures. The way your fingers curled slightly, as if anchoring her in place. It was overwhelming and comforting all at once, a contradiction she couldn’t quite wrap her head around.

“You’re all…touchy, y’know that?” she said, trying for a teasing tone, but it came out softer than she intended.

“Does it bother you?” you asked, tilting your head.

Jinx hesitated, her fingers drumming against her leg in a rapid rhythm. “Nah. It’s just…weird. Not bad weird. Just…weird weird.”

You chuckled, the sound light and easy. “I’ll take weird weird.”

She watched as you leaned closer, your fingers brushing a stray strand of blue hair out of her face. The gesture was so gentle, so casual, it made her heart stutter. She wasn’t used to people touching her like this. As if she was something fragile, something worth handling with care.

“Why’re you always doing that?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Doing what?”

“Touching me. Like…like that.”

You tilted your head, your expression soft but serious. “Because I love you, Jinx.”

The words hit her like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, she didn’t know what to do with them. Love wasn’t something she was good at. It was messy and complicated and full of things she didn’t understand. Whenever she was with you, her entire world felt simpler.

She looked away, her cheeks flushing a faint pink. “You’re such a sap,” she muttered, but there was no bite in her words.

“That means you like it,” you said, your voice teasing but warm.

She rolled her eyes, but the faint smile tugging at her lips gave her away. “Yeah, yeah, don’t let it go to your head.”

You didn’t respond, just leaned closer until your forehead was resting against hers. Jinx froze, her breath catching in her throat. She could feel the heat of your skin, the steady rhythm of your breathing, and it was…nice.

“You okay?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice shaky but sincere. “Just…not used to this. Feels…weird.”

“Weird weird?”

“Yeah. But, like…good weird.”

You smiled, your hand slipping into hers. Her fingers twitched, hesitant at first, but then they tightened around yours. She didn’t say anything, but the way her grip lingered said more than words ever could. For a while, the two of you just sat there, her hand in yours, her forehead still pressed against yours. The chaos of the hideout faded into the background, replaced by a quiet that was rare for her. It wasn’t the kind of quiet that came with loneliness. It was the kind of quiet that felt safe. Jinx absolutely loved the time she would spend with you. You are her world.

banner. @anitalenia

I hear something purring…

idk what this is but have it anyways.

Just imagine Jinx about to devour your pretty pussy and stops to write on your thigh: JINX WAZ HERE, with an arrow pointing toward your wet center, before finally devouring you like a hungry woman. I would love it if you could write it down if you can!

IM SORRY IF THIS IS NOT WHAT WAS EXPECTED!! I’m not good at writing smut😭😭☝️☝️😒

“Welcome Home”

Jinx x f!reader

WARNINGS: Smut

WC:1848

Def not proofread

Jinx is full of surprises.

They can be good! But they are definitely unexpected.

She had been pent up from the last couple of weeks because she has gotten mission to mission back to back with no you to comfort her.

You had also been on missions back to back but in Ionia for weeks.

You haven’t been able to see each other for three weeks!

But now that all changes

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The door had barely clicked shut before you felt a body slam into yours, nearly knocking the breath out of you.

“Jinx—”

“Shut up.”

Her arms locked around your waist, and her face burrowed into your neck, breathing you in like she was afraid you’d disappear again. A breathy, almost whiny exhale left her lips, and she pressed a kiss to your pulse point.

“Three weeks,” she muttered. “Three. Weeks. D’you know how long that is? Do you know how fuckin’ much I missed you?”

You sighed, dropping your bag onto the floor and wrapping your arms around her. “I missed you too, baby.”

She pulled back, blue eyes flicking over your face, scanning you. The exhaustion must’ve been obvious—the deep-set tiredness in your eyes, the tension in your jaw. And if that wasn’t enough, Jinx could read you like an open book anyway.

“What’s wrong?”

You groaned, rolling your head back. “People. That’s what’s wrong.”

Her brows furrowed. “People?”

You exhaled sharply, fingers twitching against her waist. “Every time I turned around, someone was flirting with me. Some rich bitch, some cocky business guy, even my damn driver. I was so close to knocking a guy’s teeth out yesterday, Jinx, I swear—”

Jinx had already been irritated about the fact that you were gone, but this? This was fuel. Her fingers curled against your back, her nails digging just a bit too hard. She always got possessive, but this wasn’t just jealousy—this was frustration, anger, pent-up need.

And she wasn’t about to let you sit there all tense and frustrated and wound up tight when she could do something about it.

“C’mere.”

Before you could react, her fingers curled into your jacket and yanked you forward, crashing her lips against yours.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t slow. It was Jinx, raw and desperate, pouring all of her missing-you and how-dare-they-look-at-you energy into the kiss. Her teeth scraped against your bottom lip, her tongue dipped into your mouth, stealing whatever breath you had left.

Your hands shot to her hips, squeezing as you stumbled backward, your back hitting the door with a quiet thud. Jinx was on you, fingers fisting in your hair, knee slipping between your legs as she pressed you against the wood.

“You’re mine,” she mumbled against your lips, her breath hot, her hands sliding under your shirt, nails raking up your stomach. “Bet they wanted you.”

You shivered as her lips trailed down your jaw, her hands sliding under your jacket to press against the warm skin beneath. “Didn’t matter,” you managed, voice breathy. “They weren’t you.”

Jinx let out a low hum, pleased, as she nipped at your neck, her teeth grazing over sensitive skin. “Damn right,” she muttered before sucking a mark there, her tongue flicking over the spot to soothe the sting. Her hands roamed—slow, teasing, like she had all the time in the world now that you were finally home.

Your fingers tangled in her hair as she kissed her way back up to your lips, her breath hot against your skin. “Jinx,” you whispered, almost a plea.

She smirked, her hands gripping your thighs before effortlessly lifting you, making you gasp. “Shh, I gotcha,” she murmured, carrying you toward the bedroom. “You had a long trip, baby. Time to remind you where you really belong.”

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Here you are. On the edge of your shared bed begging for another release.

“A-ah…baby please” you moaned out arching your back closer to her face to feel more. Your fingers were intertwined with the bed sheet .

She stops and looks up at you, “please what?” She cocks a sly smile while she says that.

You pout at her words but reluctantly give in, “I… I need to cum” you move your hand to cross your arms making your boobs pop out.

“Well when you ask like that…” she suddenly stops at looks behind you grinning.

You turn around to see what she was looking at and she grabs your chin turning it back to her and chides “who said you could look away?”

She kiss your lips and lets out a soft hum. “I’ll be right back”

You lie down on the bed closing your eyes, hoping to get a bit of shut eye before she came back.

You were too drown out in your thought of what was she doing to realize that she came back and was writing something on your inner thigh.

You didn’t even register it at first but when she complied the first stroke you jerk up.

“What are you doing?”

“Shh…don’t you worry your pretty head about it” she says while slowly caressing your underboob before slowly moving up to your nipple, pinching it softly.

You let a whimper before looking down at her. She was…writing or drawing something on your thigh?

You didn’t really care because she was making you let out these pornographic moans but just playing with your nipple.

When she took her hand away you let out a sad whimper at the lost of her touch.

“It’s ok baby” she reassures you before diving back into your drenched cunt. She was moving at an ungodly speed, her tongue lapping around your poor swollen clit.

“Jinx— fuck. Please—ah. please let me cum”

You barely let out your moans betraying you mid sentence.

She hums into your clit sending vibrations up your body as to say ‘yes’

With the hum of her approval and her still lapping at your cunt maybe going even faster, you came all over her face while moaning out wildly.

“Ah! Fuck Jinx. Mm… ha—ha!” Your body jerks uncontrollably towards her face. Your fingers were holding onto the bedsheets for their life.

Soon the your high came down and you collapsed onto the bed. Closing your eyes you could barely register Jinx’s words before you were knocked out.

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You woke up groggy, the remnants of last night’s chaos still buzzing faintly in your skull. The room smelled like gunpowder, sugar, and something vaguely chemical—classic Jinx.

Stretching, you groaned, only to feel something… weird. Like dried paint, flaking against your skin. Blinking away the sleep, you sat up and glanced down.

Oh.

A streak of neon pink ran along your inner thigh, the texture thick and dry like it had been applied with purpose.

Jinx-level purpose.

You swallowed, a creeping sense of mischief crawling up your spine. Carefully, you swung your legs over the bed and shuffled to the cracked mirror hanging on the wall.

And there it was.

Scrawled in messy, chaotic letters—

“JINX WAZ HERE”

The paint marker had bled a little, the letters smudged at the edges, like she’d been giggling too much to keep a steady hand.

“Jinx,” you muttered, running a hand down your face.

As if summoned by sheer audacity, a snicker came from behind you.

Turning, you found her sprawled across the bed, grinning wide, blue eyes glinting like she’d just robbed a candy store.

“You like it?” she asked, chin propped on her hand.

You huffed, gesturing to your thigh. “You vandalized me.”

Jinx gasped, all mock offense. “Pfft, vandalized? No, no, sweets, this is art. My masterpiece. A statement.” She rolled onto her back, kicking her feet in the air. “Now everybody knows you’re mine.”

You crossed your arms. “Yeah? And what if I walk outside like this?”

Her grin widened, sharpened.

“Oh, I dare you.”

Your face burned. “You’re the worst.”

“Aw, babe,” she cooed, winking. “You love it.”

…Yeah. Yeah, you did.

IM TRYING TO COMPLETE ALL OF MY REQUEST TODAY AND TMR!!

I NEED FOOD