#demon slayer flame hashira

[neo--queen--serenity]

I’m still not over this conversation from the most recent episode. Yes, we knew that Tanjirou would be able to get through to Giyuu, due to their shared loss of family and loved ones at the hands of demons. And yes, we knew that Tanjirou still carried immense amounts of grief and sorrow when it came to these (still fairly recent) deaths.

But this is the first and only time Tanjirou has ever admitted to wishing that he had died instead of someone else. This is a huge and devastating thing for him to acknowledge about himself.

With his family, his survivor’s guilt was about not being there when Muzan attacked. Even though, realistically, he wouldn’t have stood a chance against Kibutsuji at the time, it doesn’t matter to him. This fact still constantly haunts him.

Rengoku’s death, though—this is the only time Tanjirou’s survivor’s guilt takes this shape, that his confusion and grief is so severe that he wishes that he had died instead.

Tanjirou tells himself that it’s because he believed Rengoku was capable of defeating Muzan someday. And there is some truth to this rationalization, but deep down, it’s an excuse. Rengoku didn’t survive against Akaza, a demon who—though incredibly formidable—was ultimately bound to have only a fraction of Muzan’s full strength.

Once the viewer understands this excuse for what it is, it hurts even more to understand why Rengoku’s death impacted him so heavily.

Tanjirou only knew Rengoku for a short period of time. And in that brief window, Rengoku managed to leave one of the greatest, deepest impressions on that him that few other characters were able to match.

There are many reasons why, but I think a huge part of it is because Rengoku was everything Tanjirou wanted and needed in his life at the time. He had other mentors up to this point, yes. But Rengoku was so similar to him, and his communication style was easy for Tanjirou to follow. He was affectionate, kind, morally sound, and near incontestable in a fight. Due to this, I think Tanjirou inadvertently saw Kyoujurou as the ideal demon slayer. The ideal fighter. The ideal person.

It doesn’t diminish his love for anyone else, not by a longshot. But Rengoku was, in ways Tanjirou may or may not have understood at the time, the perfect mentor for him. And that perfect person—someone he was desperate to learn from, someone he came to love so quickly and so fiercely—was snatched away from him before he could fully understand what he’d lost.

That’s why Tanjirou cried when Giyuu told him about Sabito. That’s why Tanjirou understood, without being told, that Giyuu was suffering from survival’s guilt. He heard and witnessed Giyuu’s despair firsthand, saw his loss and his struggle to live on and immediately empathized because it reminded him of how it felt to lose Rengoku.

[chunlo]

Him

[actuallysaiyan]

Fiery Love(Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem!Reader)

warnings: fellatio/male receiving oral sex, dirty talk, morning head, slight somnophilia if you squint word count: 1k pairings: Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem!Reader a/n: Happy Birthday Kyojuro!!!

You roll over in bed, the sun beginning to shine through the drapes. The sleep you had last night was just perfect. When you look at the beautiful man lying next to you, you swear you’ve been blessed by the gods above. He is just so perfect. And to be able to spend the day with him, it was going to be so perfect as well. 

It was rare that you had a few days off with your Hashira boyfriend. He works crazy hard keeping everyone safe from demons. You never quite understood how he could go out and do such a dangerous and scary job, but you were more than grateful for him and his fellow Hashira. So when they told him he could take a few days off for his birthday, you were so excited. The two of you decided to go stay at the Rengoku estate.

While his father wasn’t the most welcoming, he allowed the two of you to stay for the few days that Kyojuro had off. Senjuro, Kyojuro’s brother, was so ecstatic to have his older brother be there with him. And he took to you like flies to honey. The first night, you and Kyojuro relaxed in the onsen and had a big feast. The next day, today, was supposed to be for relaxing completely. Kyojuro would be allowed to sleep in for once. Something he rarely did.

So when you saw that he was sleeping so peacefully, you almost couldn’t go on with your plan. But you decided it might be nice for him to wake up to such a nice surprise. Not only was it rare for the two of you to have any time to relax, but it was even more rare to have time for intimacy. So you knew that this day would be perfect for it.

You begin by slowly kissing his neck, and then you make a sloppy trail down his naked body. Kyojuro stirs slightly, but he doesn’t wake just yet. You want to take him into your mouth before he even gets hard, but you know that Kyojuro’s high sex drive might make that almost impossible. So you spread his thighs ever so gently, which earns you a soft moan from your fiery lover. Yet still he does not rouse from his sleep.

You wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, moaning as you taste the beginnings of his precum. He tastes salty and musky, the perfect combination in your opinion. Slowly, as you take more of him into your mouth, you feel the half-hard cock become engorged with blood. A loud moan slips from his lips as he finally wakes up and looks down at you through hooded eyes.

“Oh my flower…” he groans sleepily. “Oh, my sweet lover…”

You love the way that he speaks to you, even while you two are intimate. You know there are times that he will be more rough, but he always tries to praise you and say the sweetest things and call you by the cutest pet names.

As he begins waking up even more, you begin a steady pace of bobbing your head up and down. Your saliva coats his throbbing cock, making it so slippery inside your already very wet and warm mouth. The moans that come out of Kyojuro’s mouth now are just downright erotic. You’ve never heard him sound so blissful in your life. You make note to do this to him again some other time you two have this kind of situation going on.

“Your mouth is…is so wet,” he moans as he begins tangling his fingers in your hair.

You look up at him through your lashes, making him grunt. He’s a sucker for the way you always look at him like he’s strung the stars in the sky. It’s just so beautiful to him to know that you adore him and admire him that much. Even while you’re sucking his cock, Kyojuro knows that you love him so much.

He begins pumping his hips a little desperately, not sure what to do anymore. He just knows that he needs more stimulation, and you’re more than happy to provide it to him. He loves how you’ll always do things to make him feel good, despite the fact that he can’t always return those things to you because of how busy and dangerous things get.

“Gonna make me cum, honey…”

You love the sound of his sleepy voice. It’s so deep and gravelly, but it’s also a little whiny in ways. You cannot deny that you are completely turned on and your cunt is just clenching around nothing as you continue to deepthroat your boyfriend. He’s panting and begging and moaning, all the while his hips keep bucking to get more and more stimulation from that pretty mouth of yours,

A few more swipes of your soft, velvety tongue on the underside of his cock and he’s falling off the edge. The loudest grunt rumbles through him as ropes of hot, thick cum begin coating your mouth and spilling down your throat. You swallow it all up, moaning pleasantly as you drink up everything he has to give you.

Finally, he releases you, and he smiles down at you as you continue to suck on his cock. He’s so sensitive, but he just can’t bring himself to pull you off his cock just yet. He loves watching you act like the cumslut you are. Your eyes are so full of love as you look up at him once more.

“Such a beautiful little cumslut for me,” he smirks as he says these words. Often whenever he says anything dirty, it really lights a fire of need deep in your belly.

You release him with a loud pop and give the head little kitten licks. Kyojuro wonders if he’s ever seen such a wonderful sight in his life and if he’ll ever see anything more beautiful in his life. Finally, you crawl on top of him and begin kissing him so passionately. He runs his fingers through your hair as he holds you so close.

“Happy birthday, my flame.”

[danyart88]

Did you ever thought of saving a house riding a cowboy?

I’d consider it.

[meowzfordayz]

writer's block

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~500

CW: Fem!Reader

Almost noon. Branches bob gently in a grey sky, the ground plush with humidity and heat. You sit at the kitchen table, an empty soda can standing just out of reach of clumsy wrists and elbows, your laptop’s screen streaked with fingerprints and dust. Beside you rests a half eaten bowl of blueberries, some plump, others shriveled, and a few with their stems intact.

“Still nothing?”

You glance up at Kyojuro’s sympathetic tone, his eyes softening when you make contact.

“Still nothing.”

He notes the stiffness in your neck as you shift in your chair, shoulder blades flexing backwards when you yawn, a lazy hand reaching for his as you grumble.

“You are beautiful,” he murmurs, his warm palm promptly squeezing your own, “Even stumped by writer’s block, you manage to fill the room with such a comforting brightness.”

With a flattered snort, you kick a foot out to beckon him, slumping face first into his chest as soon as he draws close enough, humming contentedly as his smoky scent envelops you.

“You should be the writer,” you mumble, taste of cotton and sweat on your tongue, “You’re always waxing poetry about me like I’m some sort of goddess.”

Strong arms wrap around your head, your hearing muffled as familiar laughter surrounds you, wriggling and squeaking for breath when he refuses to budge.

“You are so cute,” he nearly growls, giving you a final, overwhelmed squish before releasing you, smug grin greeting your flustered, indignant expression, “The cutest goddess.”

“Wooow,” you drawl, eyes rolling fondly, “Aren’t goddesses supposed to be majestic or beautiful or whatever?” “My cutest, most majestic goddess whose beauty is otherworldly,” he corrects himself, “Have you eaten lunch yet?”

You pout, a distant memory of your stomach rumbling twenty or so minutes ago flickering dimly at his question, “I haven’t.”

“Would you like me to plate some leftovers for you?”

“You’re totally distracting me right now.”

He hums in agreement, kissing the top of your head.

“I guess…” you begins slowly, sighing at the sight of your blank document, “A break could be nice.”

With earnest eyes, Kyojuro slips a calloused thumb beneath your chin, pride in his gaze as he watches your brow for the slightest hesitation.

“I may be able to wax poetry about you, but you are able to bring to life that which I could scarcely imagine. I am sure such grace and artistry is difficult to harness, so let me reassure you. Let me cherish you. Let me nurture the words you wish to string together, and let those words be beautiful.”

“Easier said than done.”

“Let me ease your way.”

“Sure,” you grasp his thumb, touching it to your lips with a wry smile, “I’ll let you get me lunch.”

[ssaraexposs]

Happy birthday angel 😇 ❤️‍🔥 SET YOUR HEART ABLAZE

[kaycode1999]

Currently going between two moods right now when it comes to Rengoku

Mood 1:

Mood 2:

[dimenirvana]

Set Your Heart Ablaze ❤️‍🔥

[andyminmin]

𓆩 ִֶָ 𓏲๋࣭࣪ 𝘒𝘺𝘰𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘙𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘬𝘶 ༉ ִֶָ 𓆪

˗ˏˋ✦ 𝓘𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱, 𝓼𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓪𝔃𝓮. 𝓓𝓻𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭. ✦ ˎˊ˗

° ⋆ ·˚ ᶠˡᵃᵐᵉ ᴴᵃˢʰⁱʳᵃ ˚ · ⋆ °

[unoislazy]

Rengoku

Randomly became obsessed with Rengoku…. Sooooooooo

Ight see you in the next 3 months

[sunshinemossboy]

To be honest... Father wasn't happy for me. He said no one cares. But... that won't dampen my enthusiasm! The flame in my heart won't go out! I won't be discouraged!

[renuzui]

自慢の息子。

[jinchuriki-hunter]

[ninjakitty2988]

UMAI... art by Mamaaya1212🔥😍

[kat-bonje]

[meowzfordayz]

me too (i love you)

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~700

CW: explicit language

“I love you,” Kyojuro declares, eyes bright as he watches you choke on your bubble tea, “Be careful!”

“Be careful?!” you sputter, in shock as you gesture wildly, “You just said-”

“That I love you,” he repeats easily, grinning now, “So please, be careful.”

Flustered, you point an accusing finger toward him, leaning determinedly over the little table between you, “Kyojuro, you can’t say stuff like that!”

“And why not?” he shoots back, vibrant and assured, “I love you, and I feel happy knowing that you know that I love you,”

“I wasn’t ready!” you protest, face hot when he leans in too, the scent of taro and sugar and someone you believed could never be yours dizzying your brain, “Since when do you love me, let alone like like me?”

“Like like?” he chuckles softly, “I have always like liked you, but today,” he pauses, expression unfamiliar and nerve wracking, more tender than you’ve ever been privy to, “Listening to you order your drink, getting to hear how specific and precise you are, experiencing your excitement when you took your first sip, feeling your shoulder bump against mine after I insisted on paying for us…” he pauses again, this time seeking your consent, wondering what he’ll find when he meets your gaze, bracing himself for disappointment, doubt, disinterest, “I realized I would love to know all of your specificities, to witness all of your joy, to touch more than our shoulders together.”

“You do know me,” you mumble, not unkindly, but decidedly overwhelmed, “You’re my best friend.”

Wincing internally, Kyojuro settles abruptly back into his chair, the cafe’s ambient music cascading through his focus as his tunnel vision widens, your body much slower to react, still leaning toward his fading, hesitant warmth.

“How about you?”

“How about me?” you squeak.

“Shall we proceed as though I declared platonic love for you, or-”

The fearful hardness in his tone finally registers, your heart aching at the thought that Kyofuckingjuro might rescind his proclamation, embarrassment sinking to your stomach as you mentally replay your reactions to his adoration.

“I love you, Kyo.”

“We are best friends,” he responds quietly, “I am grateful you love me.”

“I love love you!”

Smiling wryly, he reaches a tentative hand out, eventually patting your elbow, “I do not need any consolation. Our friendship is my dearest treasure.”

Groaning lowly, you frantically shake your head, “I told you, I wasn’t ready!”

“I understand completely, and I apologize for overstepping. I should have considered your comfortability, but instead forced the issue and-”

“RENGOKU KYOJURO, there is no issue with you loving me!!!!! I wasn’t ready as in, I’ve been in love with you, and didn’t expect you to reciprocate. Don’t you dare apologize for overstepping. I’m just in the best kind of disbelief that we’ve actually having this conversation.”

A moment of silence seeps into your trembling fingers, bubble tea long forgotten, his own fingers brushing clammy and promising across your knuckles.

“Me too.”

“That’s it?” a nervous giggle builds in your chest, “Problem solved?” dissolving into relieved laughter as his pained appearance eases, elated calm replacing the furrow of his brow, “We’re a mess!”

“It would be an honor to be a mess with you, as your best friend and your lover!”

“Does this count as our official first date?”

Pondering your question, Kyojuro takes on a mockingly serious tone, his fingers now fully interlocked with yours, “Are we going to seal it with a kiss?”

“That was incredibly cheesy of you.”

“Are we?” he persists.

Banter melting at his gentle eagerness, you nod, embarrassment no longer surfacing as you admit shyly, “Oh absolutely. I’ve practiced in my dreams.”

“You dream about me?” he grins.

“Yeah.”

“Me too,” he confesses, Me too.

—

“That bubble tea was really good.”

“And?”

“And the love confession could’ve gone smoother,” you tease, pressing a light kiss into his bicep, “Solid 6/10.”

“You said you have been in love with me… was I ever going to know?” Kyojuro quips back, fondness in his voice.

“Probably not,” you concede sheepishly.

“Surely then, the love confession deserves at least a 7/10.”