#flame hashira

[crisp-art]

late night hashira doodlin ✨️

[kyoo-htk]

i love your writing! i especially love how you portray and write about Rengoku and Tomioka. if it’s not too much of an ask, will you make a part 2 of going on a first date with the KNY men? Can Sanemi be included?

Thank you! i really appreciate that <3 sorry for being a bit late with this-.

Date with male Hashiras ! (pt.2)

🥢Part 1 here

⤷ ft. Rengoku Kyojuro / Tomioka Giyuu / Uzui Tengen / Shinazugawa Sanemi 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮

༄*ੈ Rengoku Kyojuro

Just like the first time, he picks you up with a bouquet of flowers, now they're your favorites. You mentioned your favorite ones on the first date, and Kyojuro excitedly bought them before coming to pick you up.

He kisses you on the forehead, gently holding your chin and then he pats your head. You go out to eat first. When Kyojuro sees how much you're enjoying it, he asks to try a bite from your hand.

He was also enjoying the food. He pays for everything—the meal, the activities you do, and a couple of small gifts for you.

Kyojuro loves calling you "love"

There are moments when Kyojuro can't take his eyes off you; his expression lights up more than usual. When you're walking, your hands brush against each other. You don't dare to hold his hand, and he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.

Still, he gently takes your hand and looks at you to make sure you're okay. When you give him that reassuring look, he relaxes.

His body heat was much warmer than yours; his hands were rough. You knew that Kyojuro's heart and intentions were pure.

This time, unlike the first date, he feels a little jealous when someone looks at you, but he doesn't let it bother him. Kyojuro simply wraps his arm around your shoulder, ignoring whoever was staring at you.

He makes you laugh a lot the entire time, you love that and he notices.

"You have beautiful hands"

"Your hair shines in the sunlight"

"You're so fun!"

When he drops you off at your house, he smiles at you gently, holds your face, and kisses you, similar to the first time, but different. You rest your hands on his chest and can't help but hug him. You felt Kyojuro’s heart beating faster.

"I hope you had a good time. I had so much fun!"

₊˚⊹ Tomioka Giyuu

He was a little nervous about coming to pick you up. Giyuu arrived with a snack for you and handed it to you. He greeted you with a shy smile and gently pats your head.

"How have you been?" — were the first words he spoke.

You knew about Giyuu's shyness, so you took the initiative and grabbed his arm. He glanced at you and then smiled, tightening his grip slightly.

He bought you a wind chime, which, for some reason, reminded you very much of how Giyuu made you feel.

You had a very peaceful date; this time, Giyuu talked a little more than before. You arrived under the shade of a cherry blossom tree, and he picked up a fallen petal and offered it to you in silence, but that said more than any words could. Giyuu often stared at you, making you blush. You asked him what was wrong.

"I'm just looking at you; for some reason, I can't stop" — he said.

When he talked about you, his expression softened, as did his words. While you were walking, Giyuu wanted to hold your hand. "Maybe it's too soon" he thought, so he didn't do anything.

Before you returned home, under the moonlight, you were alone by the same river you had visited on your first date.

"Can I kiss you again?" — he asked, nervous again, avoiding your gaze.

This kiss was a little longer. Giyuu's hand rested on your chin, and the other one was on your waist.

"See you soon" — he said with a warm smile as he walked away.

★彡 Uzui Tengen

Tengen picks you up from your house, carrying a bouquet of flowers even bigger than the last one. When he sees you, he pulls you into a tight embrace.

“It hasn’t been that long, but I missed you”

On the street, Tengen held your hand possessively. You were surprised by the strength of his grip, and he knew it, of course he knew it.

You did many fun things together; sometimes he would pick you up and spin you around in his arms. When he set you down, Tengen maintained his hold, like a dance partner, and looked at you with dreamy eyes, making you gradually fall for him.

“What’s wrong? Why are you so shy now?” — he asks, noticing your nervousness due to his presence, his grip, and his gaze.

He remains just as possessive as before; what was his was his, and everyone should know it.

Tengen made you laugh a lot, but he felt that emotion even more deeply. In his eyes, there were many beautiful things, but they were all material possessions; you weren't a material possession. Tengen knew how to treat you with care.

When you smile, Tengen feels as if time slows down, wanting to keep that image forever. He can't help himself and pulls you close and kisses you.

Tengen gently holds your face, and his scent makes you weak.

“It would be better if we didn’t have to wait so long to see each other” — he says as you stand at the door of your house.

He looks down at you and smiles warmly, caressing your cheek, then his thumb gently strokes your lips.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten the taste of your lips that first night.”

°˖➴ Shinazugawa Sanemi

Since the first time he saw you, Sanemi had been waiting for this moment, anxious and impatient, but he didn't show it at all. Although he was the one who approached you first, he was uncomfortable having to show a "vulnerable" side of himself.

"So, shall we go?" — He says.

At first, you both didn't talk much, but Sanemi always looked at you very intently. You ate chicken skewers at a small but cozy restaurant.

A piece of food got stuck on your cheek, but you didn't notice. Sanemi told you, but you tried to wipe the wrong cheek.

"Let me, I'll do it" — he said, while his thumb, a little roughly, removed the food from your face.

Your gaze met his, and you stayed like that for a while. Sanemi's face turned soft red, and he immediately looked away.

Every time you interacted with him in a more intimate way, the same thing happened to Sanemi. Little by little, he started talking more, and you also became drawn to his words.

When you walked ahead, he would stop and stare at you, lost in you.

“Beautiful, so beautiful” — Sanemi thinks.

Regarding jealousy, he couldn't control it; he didn't hide it, just not. If a man looked at you more than usual, Sanemi would stare into that person's soul while leaning on your shoulder and playing with your hair.

When there's no one around, he caresses your face or gently holds your hand. Sanemi is very protective, even about small things. His appearance doesn't show it at all.

"I like you, we should go out again" — he says when he drops you off at your house.

He pats your head a little roughly, messing up your hair. He turns around, ready to leave, but something stops him.

"You're pretty" — he says, still with his back to you.

He quickly turns back to you and kisses you, holding your head with some pressure. Since you didn't expect it, when Sanemi pulled away, you sighed.

[meowzfordayz]

i miss you (biceps)

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~400

CW: explicit language

“I miss you.”

You’re pouting, eyebrows scrunched as your hands grip Kyojuro’s biceps, his own resting comfortably on your hips. (If you’re also drooling a little, then that’s nobody’s business!)

“I am right here.”

He’s smiling, kissing the side of your head when you grumble, kissing you again when you grunt at the amused twinkle in his eyes.

“Hmpf, welllll, fine,” you huff, “I missed you.”

Try as you might to feel annoyed by his laughter, it’s always so earnest and bright that all you’re left with is a twinge of guilt — though you do let out a halfhearted sigh of indignation to let him know that you are Not Amused.

“My love,” his voice full of mirth, “I was gone for two hours.”

“By two hours did you mean too long?” you retort.

He subtly nudges you backward now, the distance between you shrinking rapidly as he places one hand on your back, the other ensuring that the front door shuts behind him. Your body, much to your brain’s chagrin, relaxes into his, no longer bracing against tendrils of autumn wind. Instinctively, your nose nuzzles into his shoulder, even as your brain dutifully ignores his satisfied hum.

“I would have loved to have you join me,” he murmurs.

“You went running,” you deadpan.

“Yes.”

You’re too busy inhaling the crook of his neck like a basket of fresh laundry to pick up on the fact that Rengoku Kyojuro is teasing you.

“You. Went. Running,” you emphasize, “For TWO hours.”

He grins, “My point still stands, I would have loved to-”

You interrupt him, with slightly less attitude than he’d expected, “I would not have loved to join you.”

“So you loved missing me more?” he gasps.

You groan. Loudly. It’s hard to mimic smacking your head into his chest when he’s this close, but you feign the motion nonetheless, his laughter louder, deeper, so in love, as his fingers interlock at the base of your spine.

“I hate missing you,” you mutter.

He waits. (He knows you so well.)

“ButIhaterunningmore.”

The way he squeezes you You are so ridiculous and precious and I LOVE YOU! until you’re wheezing makes every grumpy, stubborn moment spent missing him worth it. Although-

—

“Seriously! Kyo! I would go to the gym with you! Or the pool! Or a walk-”

“A walk… surely your knees are not that weak?”

Sexy smirk be damned.

“RENGOKU KYOJURO, I AM LITERALLY GOING TO-”

Do nothing, because then he’s squeezing you again. Fucking biceps.

[marianne-in-wonder1and]

When Yandere!Rengoku Kyojuro Becomes Obsessed with a Sweet!Oblivious!F!Tsuguko!Reader:

#Tags: Obsessiveness, possessiveness, implied nsfw, innuendo, minor cursing, implied killing, implied stalking, you're his extremely oblivious tsuguko, jealousy

Haori divider by @uzmacchiato !

Demon Slayer:

Kyojuro had always been a straightforward man. You want to be trained by him? Just ask him. You wish to accompany him on his mission? Just ask him. It was the same for him. He wants to go on a certain mission? He'll ask to be deployed! However... was it so strange for him to stumble over his words in your presence? Maybe.

You, his ever diligent and enthusiastic tsuguko. The way you handle yourself with grace, your haori smoothened and steamed to the crisp, your perfectly fitting zori, your appropriately short skirt, your tight demon slayer uniform, and that soft, long hair of yours you like to keep in a braid. Kyojuro never expected to feel this sense of whiplash-inducing awe towards any of his tsugukos. Except you.

During training sessions, the flame pillar found his attention drifting towards you. You're thinking, isn't it normal for a mentor to pay attention to his student? Well... The intense manner he checks you out in isn't normal. Head to toe, lingering on the delicious curves contained by your sinful uniform, repeat. It has become a routine for him. A routine he's not very proud to admit or maybe he is.

You're so sweet to him! You bring your homemade lunch to training sessions with him everyday, share the delicious mochi and tempura with him. After all, your mentor is such an amazing man. You greatly admire his spirit and strength!

Yet, would you still think the same if you found out the dangerous thoughts crossing his mind each time his flaming eyes landed on you? Thoughts a man of his league should never be having. He has learnt to single you out in a crowd of people faster than demon slayers can recognize a demon. He has memorized every speck of glitter in your eyes. Your height? Down to exact centimeters. Your age? You turn 19 in two months. Call him obsessed or not, it's his duty to focus on every detail about you even the strands of your hair?.

The way you handle your flame breathing technique is truly mesmerizing to watch. His efforts have been clearly visible in your moves! Yet, your style has a little tweak of your own too. The fire is white! Hotter than normal flame. And it looks absolutely ethereal when you use it to slash imaginary demons during training. Like a halo surrounding your already beautiful form. Kyojuro's so proud of you. Enough to feel the need to grab you and throw you onto his futon to show you just how proud he is of how good you've turned out.

After every training session, as you clean up, you open your hair to retie the braid which messes up during physical combat training. As you did it this time, you kept the red ribbon you use to tie your hair beside your thighs, not noticing when Kyojuro smoothly slid beside you, his hand quickly tucking the ribbon away into his pockets as he pretended to clean up. Yet, his white pupils were fixed on you.

"Here, take this," he warmly smiled, his calloused hands placing a ribbon in the print of his own haori onto your lap, "it's a token of my appreciation for you. Now, you truly are my tsuguko!" Oh, how could he resist the oblivious, torturously sweet smile you flashed at him, innocently accepting the ribbon to wear it in your hair with giddiness? Fuck it all. He wants to kiss you.

You never noticed that Kyojuro's sword handle was now wrapped with an oddly familiar red ribbon.

Lately, you've been hanging out with Tengen Uzui a lot! He's such a powerful and tactical hashira. You always miss the way Kyojuro warmly smiles at the sight of you two together, yet it never reaches his eyes. He can't say he likes it. Oh, how strange it is that the murderous intent he feels for Uzui is even more than the one he feels towards demons who knows? Maybe he has killed people for you already. The moment you return from Uzui's flash mentorship, you notice Kyojuro's protective stance over you.

"Y/n. You know something? There's a tradition I do for all my tsugukos. They must wear a version of my haori while under my training. Understood?" The odd manipulation was masked with saccharine sweetness as he placed an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side, "Understood?"

"All right! I'll be honoured to wear your haori!" You smiled brightly at him. Then, as you slipped the already prepared by him haori onto your frame, you beamed. It was so pretty! You were so proud to be his tsuguko.

You didn't realize that Mitsuri never wore his haori while training as his tsuguko, you're special.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little headcanon. Kyojuro sends some tempura to you 🍤 Do send requests for more! 🧡

[insiderzx]

Kyojuro Rengoku

[celestielswp]

KYOJURO RENGOKU | THE FLAME HASHIRA

❝go ahead and live with your head held high. no matter how devastated you may be by your own weakness or uselessness, set your heart ablaze.❞

hashira series, 3/9

[urumashunistheonlyone]

hi! I'd like to request Rengoku X Reader helping reader with her period! Maybe she's a bit moody and flirty too?

hey! yess!!

warm sugar

pairing: rengoku kyojuro x reader

genre: comfort, fluff, domestic

warnings: mention of period pain

synopsis: when period cramps hit hard, rengoku refuses to let you suffer alone.

rengoku knew something was up the second he saw you that morning.

you were never quiet. usually, there was some kind of chatter, a hum, or even a lazy “good morning,” but today all he got was a groan and a glare. you sat up in bed slower than usual, tugging the blanket off your legs with that tired, annoyed huff that made him raise a brow.

“my love?” his voice came from the doorway, warm and curious. “what’s wrong?”

you pressed a hand to your stomach, grimacing. “the universe hates me,” you muttered.

he blinked, clearly confused. “the universe…?”

you sighed, flopping back down. “it’s my period.”

rengoku went very still for a second—like he had to translate the word and then nodded with intense seriousness. “ah. your period!”

you groaned, dragging a pillow over your face. “don’t say it like that.”

“why not? it’s natural!” he said proudly. “you are a warrior of great strength, and yet, even warriors must rest!”

you peeked at him from under the pillow, trying not to smile. “you’re so loud, kyojuro.”

he laughed softly and came over, crouching beside the bed, eyes full of that golden warmth. “then i shall be loud and helpful. what can i do for you, my love?”

“kill me,” you mumbled.

he chuckled, brushing his thumb over your knee. “that, i will not do. but i can bring tea, or something warm for your stomach, or perhaps—oh!” his face lit up. “sweets! do you want something sweet?”

you rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched. “maybe. chocolate wouldn’t hurt.”

he beamed. “understood!”

and then he was gone—literally sprinting down the hall like a man on a mission. you could hear him clattering around the kitchen, muttering about “the correct temperature for tea” and “the sacred healing powers of sugar.”

when he came back, his hands were full—a tray with a steaming cup of tea, a small plate of dango, and a hot water bottle wrapped in a towel.

“mission accomplished,” he announced proudly.

you laughed despite the cramps twisting your stomach. “you’re too much sometimes.”

“never enough,” he teased, sliding onto the bed beside you. he lifted the blanket gently, tucking the warm bottle against your stomach. “there. better?”

a sigh left your lips as the heat settled against you. “yeah… that’s perfect.”

he smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “good. you deserve comfort.”

you shifted a little closer to him, your voice softer now. “you’re way too sweet to me.”

“then it’s working,” he said, his grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

you smirked, tilting your head toward him. “maybe you should come closer. i could use a little extra warmth.”

his ears went faintly red, but he didn’t hesitate. “as you wish.”

he leaned back against the headboard, and you immediately slid into his side, your cheek resting against his chest. he was so warm it was ridiculous—like being pressed up against a living fireplace.

“you smell good,” you murmured, fingers lazily tracing the edge of his haori.

he chuckled, resting his chin on top of your head. “flattery will get you everywhere.”

“hm. maybe that’s the plan.”

“a dangerous one,” he teased. “but i’m not complaining.”

you smiled, eyes fluttering shut. “you’re impossible, y’know that?”

“and you,” he said, rubbing your arm in slow, steady circles, “are perfect. even when you’re cranky.”

you groaned. “don’t say nice things to me right now, i’ll cry.”

he laughed quietly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “then i’ll say them until you laugh instead.”

you tilted your face up, meeting his gaze, and the way he looked at you—bright, soft, like you were something precious made the ache in your body feel a little lighter.

“you really don’t have to take care of me like this,” you whispered.

his voice dropped low, gentle. “of course i do. when someone i love is in pain, i’ll always take care of them.”

that made you smile. really smile. “you’re too good to me, kyo.”

“nonsense.” he brushed his fingers along your jaw, smiling back. “you’d do the same for me.”

you laughed softly, curling even closer to him. “maybe. but i wouldn’t be this dramatic about it.”

he gasped playfully. “dramatic? me?”

you grinned, eyes half-lidded. “you literally just yelled about the healing power of sugar.”

he laughed, full and bright, shaking his head. “then i shall continue to heal you with sugar, warmth, and love.”

“you’re ridiculous,” you mumbled into his chest.

“you’re smiling,” he said softly.

you didn’t answer, just hummed, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers traced lazy shapes on your arm. the warmth of him, the weight of his hand, the steady beat of his heart all of it made the pain fade.

before long, you were almost asleep, your breath slow and even. he stayed right there, barely moving, one hand still rubbing gentle circles into your back.

when he finally spoke, it was a whisper against your hair. “rest well, my love. i’ll stay right here.”

and he did, quiet and steady, a comforting presence beside you, keeping the world warm until you woke again.

[willowed-wisp]

relationship headcanons [ kyojuro rengoku ]

SFW and NSFW headcanon and drabble of the Flame Hashira

SFW

- You met Kyojuro during Final Selection, you were one of Urokodaki’s students- you knew Sabito, Makomo and Giyu

- Sabito never returned, and so you strived to train harder…

- The only reason you survived Selection was because you lost your mask and the Hand Demon didn’t recognise you as one of Urokodaki’s students

- It was ruthless, most of the candidates died during those seven days… Kyojuro stuck out like a sore thumb- his hair and his demeanour

- You became fast friends with Kanae and Shinobu Kocho… you soon got a grasp of other breathing styles

- More specifically flower breathing which you learned swiftly because of your water understanding

- You had run ins with Kyojuro, always remembering him and that flame-stricken hair. And determined eyes

- Somehow, with unfortunate circumstances… you became the Flower Hashira after your closest friend Kanae died at the hands of Doma

- Kyojuro was the first to comfort you and welcome you into the Hashira ranks

- You’d had a crush on him, working closely on mission alongside each other

- You had to make the first move, he seemed completely oblivious otherwise… to which he replied, “Your presence lights a fire within my heart… the likes of, I have never experienced…”

- He’s quite attentive, notices that you smell a certain type of flower once and then there’s an entire bouquet in his hands

- Very inexperienced, training consumed his life… as did yours.

- You’re learning together

- Your first kiss was like a headbutt but he laughed it off in a charming manner, “We need further practice!” He’s so enthusiastic when he said it, not leaving the room until your head was spinning. Practically engulfed in his warmth thereafter

- He’s so cuddly

- A human heater, you don’t grab a blanket you just pull Kyojuro over whenever your the slightest bit chilly

- His brother adores you, especially since you speak up to his father after he hits both his sons round the face… “You will NEVER lay a finger on your sons AGAIN!”

- You practically adopt Senjuro, and Kyojuro has never felt more proud in his life… that’s when he knew he loved you unconditionally…

- He proposed a week after that, aided by Tengen, Shinobu and Kanao…

- Kyojuro is quite private about his personal life, and doesn’t want to make a huge spectacle…

- He received permission from Master Ubuyashiki, it didn’t breach any Demon Slayer Corps rules… though, Kagaya would have turned a blind eye, he was a sucker for young love

- Kyojuro took you for a walk in the Butterfly Mansion gardens… before getting down on one knee, the ring must have been made by your swordsmith because the pattern of your ring was the same as your nichirin sword

- As soon as you could, you sent your Kasugui crow to the smithing village to get one made for Kyojuro

- He’s protective over you in the field, you bat him off… “Don’t compromise the mission, Kyo…” Between attacks, and he knew that. He’d always sacrifice his own life for yours.

- You marry at the Ubuyashiki Mansion- among your fellow Hashira, the master and his family.

- You take his last name, but most likely get referred to by your first name or your maiden name still

- With earnings made along the way, you both purchase a property where you could train the future flame breathers and flower breathers- you called it ‘The Hanabi Estate’.

- You take up cooking because Kyo has a tendency to burn things

- You help him heal from his mothers death and his fathers abuse

- Senjuro lives with you, Kyojuro’s hearts warmed when you say, “You don’t need to fight demons to be important… your heart is all you need to make an impact on the world. Don’t let that flame die out, Senjuro…”

- Definitely wants kids with you, especially after seeing you be so gracious with his younger brother, Kanao and any young apprentice you pick up along the way

- Is indebted to you- joining him with the young trio on the Mugen Train mission

- Both surviving the mission to see another day with thick cuts that would be added to the menagerie lacing your bodies

- Loves time in the hot springs, it’s the only thing that releases tension in his roaring body…

- Especially when your kneading the knots in his shoulders

- Allows you to tend to his wounds- you’re the only one who usually lets look at them

- Worries when you go on solo missions, not wanting you to end up like your predecessor

- Probably wants four or so kids… he has a lot of heart to give

- Adores your cooking- eats everything you make for him

- Puts in food orders with you to make, “only if you want to…”

- And of course you do. How could you turn him down when he asked so nicely?

NSFW

- You didn’t have sex until you got married, your honeymoon in a wisteria covered onsen

- You only wore your usual kimono walking into the bedroom… he’s never been so speechless before

- Neither of you had experience, “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do…” He’s never felt so helpless before, a beautiful naked woman in front of him

- Bringing his hand down to your breast, “Touching seems like a good place to start…”

- But unlike that first kiss, which was awkward- you wouldn’t change the first time Kyojuro Rengoku made love to you

- He sunk down to his knees, tasting your pussy and journeying further by the moans clawing out of your throat

- No need to be quiet, you were alone. No threat of demons, no people for miles… just you and your husband.

- He took you missionary, letting you adjust to the heat of his body- which may have calmed you down with him inside of you

- Kyojuro rarely lets you go down on him, he’d much rather have you cum on his tongue in persistent succession

- The honeymoon was the only time he let you go down on him, at the edge of the hot spring before he dragged you in and jackhammered you

- Aftercare is his speciality, though you should really tell him eating you out isn’t necessary… you attempted to but, “This is MY aftercare, Y/N, you taste so delicious…”

- Who were you to ruin his meal?

- He’s just as enthusiastic in life as he is in the bedroom- he’s up to doing anything… other than hurting you, humiliating you or bodily fluids other than the obvious cum

- He has so many hidden sides- fucking you in hallways and public hot springs whenever you visit the swordsmiths village

- Holds his hand over your mouth when your mewling like a banshee

- Definitely the type to hold your hands when making love, he’s romantic like that

- Candlelight surrounding you, petals on the floor… feasting on your arousal and smiling like a madman with your wetness dripping…

- Wouldn’t leave your legs if there were no demons to vanquish

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