Can I request headcanons for Tengen, Gyomei, Rengoku, and Giyuu with gn s/o who enjoys kissing his cheek please?
Goated taste btw... I actually really liked this request so honestlyyyyy I might make a part 2 with the rest of the Hashira (except for Muichiro ofc)!!!
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FT. UZUI TENGEN, HIMEJIMA GYOMEI, RENGOKU KYOJURO, TOMIOKA GIYŪ
Tags: fluff, gn!reader, the hashira are stupid little nerds (affectionately), no pronouns or descriptions but maybe some talks of height in Gyomei and Tengen's (mainly because they're built like trees and will always be taller than you), talks of religion in Gyomei's bit, Rengoku is hard of hearing because of that one flute demon, POC friendly as always!!!!!
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You can never catch this man by surprise first of all so surprise cheek kisses are not a thing
But the first time you do it to him he gets SO. ANNOYING.
He loves them more than you do!!!!
You cannot do anything without him asking for a kiss first.
Hellos, goodbyes, good mornings, good nights-- even running into each other throughout the day
Bro will physically stop you from doing whatever you're doing until you kiss his cheek
Good luck trying to get past him
Bro is 6'6 and over 200 pounds
You have no choice but to give him a kiss
If you don't he'll act all sulky about it
Don't worry you get some back as compensation for your valuable labor <3
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Tengen tutted, his body blocking your access to the front door.
"Where do you think you're going?"
It was like this every time. Today was your turn to go out to the market to buy groceries for the household. You'd woken up with the sunrise to an empty house to get an early start on the day's chores-- you hadn't even heard anyone get up from bed. Not Makio, not Hina, not Suma, and especially not Tengen. You'd think he'd be easy to notice, considering the sheer size of him, but alas-- he had a sixth sense when it came to his lovers and extensive training as a shinobi.
In other words, if you ever snuck away from him without one of your kisses being bestowed upon him, he'd absolutely make sure he'd get it.
You knew what he wanted just from the way he stared down at you, lips pouted and pale brows knit theatrically together.
"You were going to leave without giving me a kiss," he huffed. "I can't believe it. You always give me a kiss."
"You were sleeping," you reasoned. "I didn't want to wake you."
"I wouldn't have minded," he answered exasperatedly. "Would've been perfectly satisfied, actually."
That was a lie if you'd ever heard one. Tengen was never satisfied, not when it came to your affections. If there was anything that outweighed your love for giving kisses, it was his love for receiving them.
So, with no chance of clearing the Great Wall of Uzui in front of you, you huffed out a laugh, standing up on your toes and ushering him to bend over.
You pressed a long, warm kiss to his cheek. He sighed contentedly, hands settling securely around your waist.
After a few seconds, you pulled away, raising a brow. "Happy?"
He grinned, teeth flashing white in the morning light. One hand moved to the back of your head, gently but firmly pulling you closer.
"Well, one more wouldn't hurt."
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if you thought Tengen was hard to reach
YOU GOTTA CLIMB THIS MF LIKE A TREE
Now listen. Gyomei's blind but he can sense shifts in the environment around him
So while its hard to sneak up on him you can for sure get some surprise kisses in every (very rare) once in a while when he's overly focused on other activities like meditating or praying
I do imagine any kisses he receives are always, without fail, returned by him, usually on the lips tho
(while sobbing his eyes out)
He just really loves them ok.
And he also loves feeling loved!!!!
well more emotional than usual
But idk like he doesn't really trust people after what happened during his past but kisses make him feel safe :(
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The mountain was quiet today. The air was cool and fresh. Tucked away in the deepst corner of the woods on that mountain sat the Himejima residence-- a humble, small home constructed from stone and roofed with oak.
Outside, near the only decoration the house donned-- a small pond-- sat Gyomei, still as stone, hands pressed together, legs curled neatly beneath him.
Gyomei spent most of his days like that-- when we wasn't training, he would find a quiet space to sit and pray, murmuring hymns to Amitabha beneath his breath.
It was times like these where the rest of the world seemed to fade. It was only him, his prayers, the songs of birds in the trees, the cool breeze on his face, the warmth of sunlight dappling through tree leaves--
He gasped quietly when a warm pair of soft lips landed right on his cheek.
It wasn't often that Gyomei was caught off guard, but you had a way of surprising him.
His head turned and his milky gaze drifted towards you.
"Sorry," you said, and he could hear the smile in your voice.
He was quiet, his cheeks warming while a rustling came from your direction. He heard the way the grass flattened beneath you with a soft crunch as you sat down. The air shifted as you moved, and he relaxed just slightly when the weight of your head pressed against his thick arm.
Gyomei sighed a little, then, his hand carefully finding your shoulder. He traced the stitched lines of your clothes, the ridges of his fingertips savoring the smooth cloth beneath them. He recognized the texture-- it was that haori you picked out just a few days ago, softer than any other article of clothing you'd worn.
You looked beautiful in it. He was sure of it, even if he couldn't see it for himself. You looked beautiful in anything.
His fingers trailed up the side of your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
His palm finally found the warmth of your cheek, and he leaned down wordlessly.
His nose brushed yours, careful and tender, before he finally pressed his lips to yours. Tears sprung from his eyes the second you both made contact, splattering warm and salty on your own face, but Gyomei couldn't be more happy.
His kiss was slow, tender. His breath shuddered, weepy, against yours.
Out of all the prayers he had ever whispered to the heavens, it was you he declared he was most grateful for, and you he thanked Amitabha the most for.
How lucky he was to have been blessed with you.
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one thing about Kyojuro: he's a very passionate man
And thus he's very passionate about cheek kisses
to the point that he sort of gets kicked into overdrive whenever you give them to him???
Doesn't matter if he expects them or not
He'll look at you kinda like (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝) with that stupid smile on his face
you actually get concerned for a sec cause he looks like he's about to pass out
Don't worry though, it's because he loves you <3
He absolutely loves them and more often than not will return them with kisses everywhere
he's as much of a fiend as you are I fear
You will have to pry him off of you bro it's not even funny
Yaps all the way through it too
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The moment his lips touched his cheek, Kyojuro just about combusted.
If it wasn't so concerning, it would have been funny, the way his face flushed deep crimson. His body warmed, like his blood heated twice over in his veins, and his lips curled into a stupid smile.
If you had said anything when you pulled away, he didn't hear it past the blood rushing in his-- already half-deaf-- ears. He stared at you brightly, heart thumping in his chest, and he wasn't sure if he was dizzy from the kiss or because he'd forgotten to breathe for a moment.
And then he laughed, effervescent enough to fizz the air around the both of you, and kissed you right back, stamping kisses to every bit of your face that he could reach.
"Lovely!" he gushed between kisses. "Absolutely impassioning! My dear, you never fail to fluster me. Did you know that?"
You snickered, squirming in his hold. "Kyo--"
Another flurry of kisses to your nose, to your forehead, to your cheeks. Kyojuro laughed right along with you, loud and raucous. "My heart is beating so quickly." he took your hand, pressing it to his chest. "Don't you feel it? It's positively ablaze with happiness! Please-- please allow me to return the gesture ten-- no, a hundred-- times over!"
"Kyo," you laughed. "Come on, you're being silly."
"Don't laugh, my love! I'm--" he kissed your lips with a certain finality, finally settling to rest his forehead against yours. "I'm being honest."
His gaze softened and he sighed out what was left of his giggles, fingers tracing your sides like he was trying to commit the feel of you to memory.
"I'll be back soon," he murmured. "You'll wait for me, won't you? Save up your kisses for me as a welcome home?"
"Of course," you answered, smiling at him. "If you don't decide you like train rides better than coming back."
"Nonsense," he answered, shaking his head. "I'll think of you every moment I'm gone, my flame. As soon as that demon is dead, I will come straight home."
He brought your palm to his lips.
"Trust me. I will always return to you."
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he's so fine omfg WHO SAID THAT
Giyū is a real touch starved little guy ok
He's kinda made peace with never finding someone to be happy with, never really thought it would ever happen considering the life he leads and the responsibilities he's tethered to
Never thought himself worthy of any of it, either.
Lucky for him, tho, you're there to change that
Giyū kinda just glitches out whenever you kiss his cheek
You know when you kiss a cat on the head and it just kinda freezes up
Not because he doesn't like it but because it, without fail, always reminds him that there's actually someone he's let get close to him again and someone who actually... cares for him????
and sees him as someone worthy when he himself doesn't think he's worth anything more than what he can do in the corps
and considering he doesn't think of himself as anywhere near the level of the other hashira, I don't think that's a lot
Thinks he's slick with hiding how it affects him but he isn't.
He needs a few seconds afterwards to collect himself
But trust he really does love being kissed :(
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Giyū Tomioka was collected. Unshakeable. Steadfast as a river rushing to the sea, cool as a lake in the winter, quiet as a stream in the woods. No, nothing could give pause to him. Not demons. Not blood. Not screams of terror, nor the nastiest of wounds.
Because when you kissed him so kindly, so sweetly, like he were worth something more than a soldier who somehow lived past his due date, the world just about stopped for him and his heart stuttered dangerously.
Just a kiss on the cheek, and you'd destroyed the walls he'd so carefully cemented around his heart.
He stiffened under your touch, unsure of what to do. He never really knew, no matter how many times you'd kissed him. Expressions of affection were not his strong suit. Nor were words.
With his ears tipped red and his cheeks dusted pink, he turned his face to yours, deep blue eyes softened only slightly. He opened his mouth to speak but found that no words came out.
For a few moments, he stood there awkwardly but unblinking.
You looked so wonderful, smiling up at him like that. Whatever scraps of thought he had left dissipated into nothing, and suddenly his mind was blank and only you remained.
With a quiet little huff, he took your face in his hands and reciprocated the only way he knew how.
He kissed your forehead, eyes fluttering shut. Even when he eased the pressure, his lips lingered on your skin and he inhaled like he meant your scent to stick in his nose forever.
He had you. Despite every loss, every tragedy, every sleepless night and every gloomy morning, he had you.
And for him, that was more than enough.
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a/n: I need Giyū biblically its not even funny ( ⸝⸝꩜ ᯅ ꩜⸝⸝;)..
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