#tomioka x you
aztecdragonwarrior · a month ago
Can I make a request for Uzui, Kyojuro and Giyu having a Spanish s/o who always calls them Cariña, Cariñ, Mi amor, Mi vida etc.
I am not Spanish I just wanted to do this because I thought this would be interesting😊
Hi Anon!
Thanks a lot for this request, I had a lot of fun writing about these hotties! Please, if you will, listen to: Shakira's my Hips Don't Lie; oldie but goodie tbh. Have fun and I hope you like it <3
Tengen Uzui, Kyojuro Rengoku and Tomioka Giyuu reacting to his S/O calling them love names in spanish.
Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of death, implied polyamorous relation, soft angst.
Tengen Uzui
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You have a pretty dynamic relationship with Tengen, considering the fact that he has 3 wives. You totally lose it when you initially found out, given your cultural background that was an absolute no-go. You will, for no reason ever, involve yourself with a married man; but little did you knew how persistent Tengen will be about it. “Y/N, darling I am telling you. They are totally fine with this. Please, my sweet, sweet Y/N.” He will plead, all the time, totally submitted to you trying to convince you to meet his wives.
When you finally agreed to meet them, not entirely convinced though, it definitely went way different from how you imagined it. They were absolutely fantastic, caring and kind with you even going to the extent of telling you: “Tengen was right, you are absolutely gorgeous! You are also part of the Demon Slayer corp right?”. From that day on your tension regarding him being married decreased little by little and so you allowed all Tengen’s intentions to court you.
One day when you and Tengen were cuddling in his state you curled closer to him and tenderly let slip a: “Mi amor, me encantas”. Tengen stopped stroking your hair and grabbed your chin to meet your eyes. With the most confused expression you have ever seen in his face you realized that you just spoke in your native language. You were about to apologize but Tengen interrupted you with an ear to ear grin: “Darling, I did not understand a word but sounded absolutely flamboyant!” you shyly answered: “It means that… umm, I fancy you so much I am totally crazy about you.”
If you knew how embarrassed you would be for translating it, you would have preferred to never be involved in his life. Tengen burst into loud laughter and pinned you down to the floor gently holding both of your wrists with his hands and covered your face entirely in kisses and told you: “You are so flamboyant, mi amor”.
This event took your relationship to a whole new level, because he automatically adopted all your love expressions in Spanish: “Mi vida, how’s your day going so far?” “Mi amor, would you like to go for a walk?” “Cariño, come to bed, it's already late”. You felt feverish every time he called you like this and your face turned entirely red when Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru started to call you by those names as well. So without even noticing, everyone at the Sound Pillar state were talking a little bit of spanish.
Totally unaware of how much Tengen loved when you love-called him in spanish, one day you stealthy got closer to his ear and whispered: “Mi amor, ¿Dónde te habías metido?”. Hearing your voice in a silky and seductive tone caused the Sound Pillar body to immediately tense up and with his ruby eyes wide open, quickly turned around to pin you against the wall; one hand right above your head and the other strategically located at your waist.
He was so close that you could feel the contractions of his chest while breathing and fiercely looking down at you, he asked: ”Doll, say that one more and I will urge you to accept an invitation to my bedroom”. As you grew aware of the situation you were, you defiantly answered: “ Well of course I will, cariño.” Making sure he listened pretty clearly to that last word, you allowed yourself to be carried away in a bridal style to the bedroom which you certainly will not get out until late the next morning.
Kyojuro Rengoku
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You and Kyojuro are what people will call: love doves. It was obvious to anyone who watched you, that you both were born to be together, twin souls if you will. He had always been a very respectful gentleman, so it just came natural that his darling will be the ultimate object of his adoration. His confession came right after he returned from the Mugen train mission just as he missed dead barely by an inch. He knew that he could not stand another day to pass by without you knowing how he felt for you .
You were the first person he wanted to see the moment he arrived at the Butterfly state. You reached his room the fastest you could, full of utter terror when you found out that he had just fought the third upper moon. As you saw him all covered up with bloody bandages, barely able to sit up straight; he gently took your hand and confessed: “Y/N… My beloved Y/N…You captivated me since the first time I set my eyes on you. I just simply can’t understand what you do to me, you simply make my heart ablaze. So please, even though I know it's selfish for me to ask, please be mine and only mine. My life will be dedicated entirely to you and only you.”
He said this with the widest and warmest smile regardless of his physical pain. He waited patiently for your answer, softly stroking the back of your hand in spite of growing nervous every second you remained silent. As tears started to build in your eyes, you gently bent over to tenderly embrace him, with extreme caution of his injured body.
You silently started sobbing, wetting his bandages, your mind traveling to the catastrophic scenario of Kyojuro’s death. You could never deal with that. Regardless of being aware that a demon slayer's life is at stake in every mission, especially when you had also put yours on the line, Kyojuro was your sun and you will do whatever it takes to protect him. Even if you needed to sacrifice your life. But, how could your strength compare to an upper moon? Even then, you would never flinch an inch, ever.
The Flame Pillar could sense your heart breaking right in front of him as he knew you better than anyone else. He did not needed a reply from you to be able to know how much you loved him and in how much pain you were for seeing him in that condition. He tenderly smiled as he tightened the embrace you were both sharing, how could he be so cruel with the person he loved the most? He thought that it was definitely the worst way to start a relationship. You finally broke the silence: “Kyojuro, my heart has always belonged to you” you said while still sobbing and continued: “I could never stand it, the idea of losing you it is just…”
He released from the embrace to catch your sight and slowly grabbed one of your hands to kiss it: ”You won’t, I’ll become stronger to brush all your fears away. I’ll always be here by your side. I promise you that.” He concluded with a serious expression, his beautiful amber eye set on yours and you softly responded with: “Oh Kyojuro…” as you threw yourself into his arms.
That was the beginning of your relationship with the Flame Pillar, his recovery took plenty of time and you made sure to visit him every single day. His day lightened up as soon as you crossed his bedroom door, sometimes you took Senjuro with you so you could both pamper your boyfriend on his way to his complete wellness. You both enjoyed curling up to each on his bed, sometimes he being a big spoon and some other times you enjoyed having him resting his back against your chest as you gently stroked his fiery hair.
One of those times, while you were grooming his hair you inadvertently called out to him: “Cariño, your hair feels so soft”. He immediately took your hand and delicately brought it to his lips and asked you: “Cariño? What does that mean?”. You laughed nervously as you realized that you have partially spoken in your native language and answered him back by hiding your face in his hair: “Oh Kyojuro, no… Please, don’t make me tell you… It's so embarrassing…”
He replied, now turning back to face you: “That only increases my urge to find out its meaning!” Your face was completely feverish, it was the first time you called Kyojuro: "sweetheart" and you just had to translate it to him. He totally lost it when you finally told him what it meant.
He will constantly do the most charming and adorable things for you with the hopes of hearing you calling him love names in Spanish. And if he did not succeeded, he will hug you from behind, hiding his face in the crook on your neck, finally begging for it: “Please my love, just one more time, for me? Please?”
You were delighted to discover how much power those words had on Kyojuro, so you wisely saved them for the intimacy of your shared bedroom at night. When luckily, you could not careless the moaned words Kyojuro took out of you.
Giyuu Tomioka
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Your relationship with Giyuu started in a pretty unexpected way. From the beginning you had always managed to catch his attention, it puzzled him the way that you seem to be able to talk to him so freely and carefree. You typically stopped your way to do some sweet small talk with him: “Good morning Tomioka-san, how’s everything going?” “Tomioka-san, fancy some of my daikon?” ”Oh Tomioka-san, your hair looks so nice today!”
Most of the time, he was unsure of how to reply back to you, especially because words were not his strength. But what tormented him the most was that he was never able to tell you how dizzy you made him feel, you were so beautiful and kind that he was concerned that you might not feel the same way as he did.
Luckily for him, he knew that his State was midway of your usual training ground, that way he could catch a glimpse of you more than once a day. A really wild idea popped to his mind one evening when you excused yourself in the middle of your conversation, he yearned so much, explaining that your lodging being so far away pushed you to go back as soon as your training sessions were over.
He was certainly clueless of how to start a conversation with you, but proposing you to move into his state in order for you not having to commute so much was absolutely terrifying for him. What if you had the wrong idea about him? Was he going too far, to the extent of making you feel uncomfortable? What if you stopped talking to him? That will be the death of him. He then pictured himself being equal to Tengen, being so confident of his flirting methods but in reality some of them were more intrusive than charming.
His heart was beating fast as he saw you approaching, that was going to be the day when he will be starting the conversation and better yet, invite you to move in with him. His thoughts were a complete mess at that moment, so when you waved him good morning he remained silent with an unaltered poker face.
This was his typical facial expression but not answering back at all caused you to think that you have probably overdo it, so continuing your way you apologized: “Ah, I am really sorry Tomioka-san You are probably sated of me talking to you non-stop. Rest assured, I will definitely stop from now on.”
As you bowed down to complete your apology, he gently grabbed you by your wrist and guided you inside his State. You were totally awestruck, what was he planning to do to you? He did not seem to be the violent type, but perhaps you just grinded his gears that day. Would he report this to the HQ? You never thought that he would be so displeased with you approaching him and as you continued to enter deeper into his property you tried to talk yourself out of that situation: “Tomioka-san, I was being serious about not approaching you anymore, this is really not necessary.”
You tried to look calm but your voice gave out how you were really feeling and that was Giyuu’s signal for stopping right on his tracks. He then spoke out with a very soft voice: “Y/N, I would like you to move into my state with me. That way your commute will be shorter.”
Your eyes widened in pure surprise, you were both standing right in front of the main entrance. Was he being serious? Was he asking you to move in with him? You could have never imagined that something like that would happen. Was it him feeling the same as you?
Inhaling deeply you spoke: “Tomioka-san I really appreciate your offer, but I can’t possibly see myself accepting it. I am really grateful to you”. All the time since the beginning of his proposal he will be facing in a totally different direction to where you were not releasing you from his grip. “I insist, please…” He would have never thought of himself doing something like that; holding someone, inviting them to live with him and even insisting after a negative response. But that is just how important you were to him.
You finally ended accepting his offer and moved in with him. Slowly he started to open more with you, his expressions softened and he clearly showed more openly his feelings for you especially when inside his state. “You came back earlier today” said Giyuu while trapping you between his body and the table in which you were placing some of your stuff. His chest was pressing tightly against your back as he placed both of his hands beside yours, completing your lockdown.
“I am home, mi vida” You said as you quickly kissed his cheek hoping for it to be a valid token for your release. Nevertheless he did not move at all, instead he leant closer whispering to you: “Fancy telling me what “mi vida” means?” His voice was firm and demanding and at that moment you realized that his grip made you so nervous that you accidentally talked in Spanish.
“Uhh, well… That means… Well is something sort of like… Ummm” Your words did not make any sense as you grew more anxious with the situation and so the Water Pillar turned the situation worse for you when he slowly started kissing the back of your neck. In between kisses, he will keep telling you: “I am pretty sure that is not what it means.” You were melting right then and there, who could have guessed how much a teaser the “shy” Water Pillar was?
After you explained to him what it meant, he asked you to love-call him more in Spanish. He adored to hear you calling him “Mi vida” because that will literally mean that he belonged to you. He totally lost it when you told him “Amor mio” while you were sitting on his lap both chilling in his engawa. You automatically had him begging for your love, whispering your name in the most seductive voice you have ever heard coming out from his lips.
An electrifying pleasant sensation discharged through your spine as Giyuu gently guided you to his favorite place to show you how much he loved you. There, you thought, would be the perfect place to let him know a couple of more love names in your native language.
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riniackerman · 2 months ago
hi bb i’d like to participate in your 1k milestone event if slots are still open 🥺🥺🥺🥺
song: crazy in love (remix by beyoncé)
character: giyu tomioka from demon slayer/kimetsu no yaiba
prompt: nsfw/smut with breeding kink/overstimulation…heheheh
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❛ when you leave, I'm begging you not to go, call your name two, three times in a row ❜
╰ after a mission that giyuu accomplished, the mission that had his life threatened, both of you decided to share everything, share every portion of each other.
a/n: awee thank you so much :( i love you too hehe mwah <3 omg sex with giyuu deffo gotta vanilla and sweet... sob sob + i had to repost it bc the post got flagged :/
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pairing: tomioka giyuu x fem!reader
genre: nsfw, vanilla sex
tws: +18 mdni, breeding, virgin sex
w/c: 1.1k
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“shh, it’s okay. it’ll feel better in a second”
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“giyuu!” you ran, so fast that had giyuu startled. “[name]! carefull!” he yelled, but it was too late, you tripped over a rock and landed on the dirty floor. “shit- are you okay?” giyuu promptly walked towards you, despite his clothes were all ripped off, blood stains and cuts everywhere on his skin.
“giyuu no! d-don’t- move, please” you whimper, letting out drops of tears to trickle down your chin. giyuu instantly kneeled down and hugged you ever so tightly. “i was so scared… so scared that i- i-” you were almost having a panic attack to the thought that giyuu was gone forever.
giyuu promised you that he would send flowers to you through his sparrow during his mission, assuring you that he is okay and alive, but you received none of them ever since he left the mansion, leaving you worried, to the point where you convinced yourself to go out to look for him that rengoku had to stop you.
“i’m sorry…. i’m so sorry… i didn’t expect it to be this risky” giyuu enveloped you with his body as you cried in his chest. “i thought i lost you giyuu” you mutter, slowly tilting your head, your fingers smearing his cheek, wiping the bloodstain. you were heartbroken to see giyuu like this, he has never failed to let a single cut to be on his skin.
“i got a letter from oyakata-sama, he was worried too, please, don’t be sad anymore.” he faintly smiles, comforting your panicked mind. “giyuu…” you rustle, earning a ‘hm’ from him. “can we… i want to share every bit of my life, i mean, of me with you. if you are okay with it then le-” before you could even finish your sentence, giyuu stopped you with a kiss on your lips.
“yes my love” giyuu smiles as you smiled back, helping him to get in to get cleaned and changed. this wasn’t just about sex, it was about how much both you meant for each other. it was about having a family together, helping both of you to develop passions towards each other.
giyuu slowly unleashed your clothes while your hands worked on his belt, slowly, gently taking each other’s clothes one by one, both of you trying your best to cherish every second of this. his cheek blushes when your robe slid off from your shoulder, exposing your collarbone, making his eyes spontaneously trail down to your cleavage line.
“you look beautiful [name]” he whispers, rubbing his thumb against your shoulder as he felt his cock throbbing just by imagining how delicate you would look fully naked just for him. “g-giyuu” your eyes swelled at the outline of his hard cock against the fabric.
“can’t wait anymore” giyuu breathes in before picking you up in a bridal style, making your robe completely slide off from your body. “w-wait!” you giggle as he walked towards the bed.
giyuu then gently placed you on the silk sheet as you closed your thighs in fluster, too shy to let him see your body. “[name] are you okay?” giyuu asks in an uptight tone, scared if you weren’t ready for this.
“i’m fine baby, can i have a kiss?” you smile, earning a nod from giyuu before he pressed down the sheet with his knees as his hands found your jaw, tilting your chin to shift the angle and slid his tongue inside your mouth while he listened to the pretty muffle moans slipping from your lips into his.
your hands embraced giyuu’s back while both of his hands were on your jaw and cheek, tilting his head to kiss you passionately. you slightly pushed your body towards giyuu, making his hand to leave your face to balance himself on the sheet. your legs straddled around giyuu’s hips, your fingers brushing giyuu’s soft raven hair as he softly smeared your chin with his thumb.
you broke the kiss by lightly pushing giyuu’s shoulder on the bed, your knees between his thighs as he caressed your thighs on his palms. soon giyuu and your hands intertwined together, both of you placing tender kisses all over each other’s body.
giyu groaned when he felt your soft lips on his skin, lightly nibbling, leaving a small trail of hickeys. his hands were all over you, moving them weakly in place, feeling your body all to himself.
“y-you ready [name]?” giyuu asks as he looks down at you, leaving pretty kisses on his chest. you show a small smile when you heard his words, slowly lifting your face you looked into giyuu’s eyes while your hands found their way to his crotch.
“yes” you whisper, earning a deep kiss from giyuu before he lifted you and placed your back on the sheet, his elbow pressing them beside your ears. you gasp when you felt a hard-warm shaft on your inner thighs.
“i-is that” you gasp, trying to act as normal as possible. “a-are you scared?” giyuu asks once again, he didn’t want to traumatize you in any way. “no ‘m okay” you twinkle, letting giyuu to get into a better position.
“look at me” giyuu forcefully, yet gently held your chin to look into his eyes. “i love you” he whispered, before pushing his hip towards you, letting his cock inside you, your fingers clutched around his shoulder. giyuu kissed your forehead sweetly, making you forget the instant pain of his length sliding inside, the burning sensation of being stretched with a loving kiss.
“shh, it’s okay. it’ll feel better in a second-” he whispers, softly curving your waist. moans and mewls escaped from your lips, telling how much he means to you and how much you love him “i love you i love you giyuu- please don’t leave” you whimper, letting drops of tears down your cheek.
“hey, shhh don’t cry” giyuu kisses your cheek, gently cupping it as you whine and gasp against his shoulder, rutting your hips with a small moan.
“can i go deeper?” giyuu pants, not able to handle the tightness of your cunt clenching around his cock. “please- yes” you mewl, allowing giyuu to push his hips once more. “ngh- [name] you’re so tight- hah” he breathes as he feels his throbbing cock buried deep inside your tight cunt, having his raven hair head fall between your neck and shoulder line.
both of your pretty moans filled up the room, leaving ‘i love you’s between kisses. giyuu gently brings both of your legs above his shoulder, letting a muted mewl from your lips. you have never felt anything like this before, this was so new, so weird, but you were enjoying it, only, clearly because it was from giyuu.
giyuu’s hand was behind your head, showing how much he cherished and adored you as he pounded mercilessly into you. hot tears left the corner of your eyes as you bit the bottom of your lips from the subtle pain inside you. giyuu’s thumb wiped your tears away, giving you a few kisses before he went faster.
“giyuu! ‘ts so good- please please” you gasped and moaned, feeling something weird building up on your stomach. “w-wait i think ‘m close- hah” giyuu left such pretty moans as he threw his head back while his hands massaged your waist.
“[name] i’m gonna- gonna” giyuu’s breathing became heavier and heavier, indicating he is really close. “cum inside me giyuu- please, i want your baby” you mewl, having him groaning and moaning.
“‘m close too!” you call, “fuck yeah that’s it- hah” giyuu pants at the sensation that he never felt in his life before—of course, he pleasured himself but it was just mainly for to release stress he had.
“cummin-!” giyuu moans before he fell on you, balancing himself with his forearm on the sheet, as he breathly pants on top of your face. you moan when you felt a hot liquid was pooling inside you, your legs shook when you realized giyuu’s hips were rolling even though he was done, just to make sure you were done too.
“giyuu ‘m gonna cum!” you mewl before juiced gushed out, filling your inside with your and giyuu’s loads, drowning giyuu inside your cunt. “f-fuck” giyuu chokes on his own saliva, feeling surreal sensations that he is never going to forget.
“i love you” both of you whisper at the same time, letting small giggles as giyuu cupped his large palm around your cheek, giving you small cute kisses, soon turning into a deep, passionate kiss while giyuu’s cock was still inside you.
“i love you more [name]”
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missorcas · 6 days ago
Demon Slayer NSFW headcanons - part II
♡  Tengen Uzui
God of festivals? Maybe. Deity between the sheets? For sure. Tengen doesn’t let anyone leave his bed without having given them at least two orgasms
Despite the obvious worship kink, in bed he actually focuses more on the other person, treating them like royalty and making them feel extra confident
Not really into degradation or quickies - Tengen loves spoiling himself and his partner, so he’s more the kind of person that will start the night with wine and a nice dinner, maybe a bubble bath... anything sumptuous, and then get into business
He still loves being begged - being called daddy gets him lust drunk, but truth be told it’s the physical cues that he finds most flattering. Verbal praise is nice to hear, but it’s his partner’s facial expressions and moans that really make his head spin
Has a navel piercing; the jewellery matches the diamonds dangling from his headband
Has definitely thought about getting his dick pierced too, but rejected the idea immediately after learning that he should have practiced abstinence for minimum two months
Massive length and girth, to the point of being intimidating. Cleanly trimmed
Infinite stamina thanks to his Hashira training - loves tantric sex when he has the time
When he’s out of his Sound Pillar uniform he looks even prettier, but he just feels stronger and more confident when he’s dolled up with makeup, nail polish, and hair all done
Willing to try everything at least once, definitely a switch if the situation calls for it
Loves being tied up! Rope marks remind him of what you’ve done to him the night before and arouse him at the most inappropriate times. Does not hide them – in fact he loves receiving awkward looks and questions, even more telling the whole story and seeing the horrified expression plastered on the face of the person who dared to ask
Unsurprisingly, he’s very vocal in bed. His moans have been object of complaint from his neighbors, other Hashiras, literally anyone who wasn’t involved in sexual activity with him but had the ill luck of being in a 100 metres radius while he was enjoying himself
This man literally studies the kamasutra in his spare time. Butter churner? Piece of cake. Mating press? A cinch. Upside down sex? Hell yeah.
PET NAMES! Kitten is probably his favourite, but he’ll also go with Dollface, Angel, and many more ;)
3 wives, many girlfriends, countless lovers. Tengen’s marriage is very open – who is he to deny his wives some harmless fun while he’s away for months during missions?
Boob guy, as you might have guessed. One of the perks of his polyamorous relationship is that more often than not he gets to wake up with at least one pair of tits smashed in his face, and definitely doesn’t mind having more than three pairs within hand reach
Will spank enthusiastically prior consent except with Aoi apparently, loves the thought of his partners going around with his handprints on their asscheeks hidden underneath their clothes like a signature
LOVES receiving oral, especially by more than one people at once.
♡ Giyuu Tomioka
Boy looks cold and aloof from the outside, but underneath the thick façade he’s just incredibly fragile
He acts rather avoidant, and seems absolutely incapable of showing affection or any emotion
Did not get the slightest hint of you taking an interest in him in the beginning - literally just saw you as a valuable ally with whom he’d really enjoy training, but nothing else
Unsurprisingly, you initiated your first kiss – he was obviously in shock at first, but quickly relaxed and grabbed your waist gently to pull you closer
PDA? No way in hell. It took him a while to warm up to physical forms of affection, but after the first time you slid into his bed at night, cuddling came pretty natural to him as long as no one is around
Your first nights in the same futon were spent just kissing and falling asleep one next to the other, with you clinging to his back like a baby monkey – it was cute at first, but after a while you realized your body craved more
When you agreed on having sex for the first time, his breath was shaking, but as soon as your fingers brushed his erection from over his clothes he literally melted in your hands
You could feel him silently begging for you to touch him more deeply, skin to skin, and even muttered a soft “please” in your ear in the hope your hand would actually plunge in his underwear and grab him
His hips bucked against you, his hardness grinding against your palm, and you just knew what to do
His eyes literally roll to the back of his head when he penetrates you - he usually lets out a few groans and buries his face in your neck, only to pound you mercilessly until he’s out of breath
He’s not super vocal, but will show his appreciation by emitting muffled grunts, biting your neck and just huffing against your skin, clearly holding himself back from moaning loudly
Very protective – the boy has had his fair share of trauma, will never allow anything to happen to you. He doesn’t sleep well when you’re far away from him, he can only relax when he’s feeling you snuggled up against him.
♡  Sanemi Shinazugawa
Unsurprisingly, Sanemi is a sadistic fuck, although he’d never hurt their partner without consent
Really easy to rile up, he’s basically a brat tamer with a very bad temper
Sex is, like fighting, just another way to get some relief from anger. He’ll chill out for a whopping 0.3 seconds after being finished
Very much into edging, will take you painfully close and then just deny your orgasm a few times until you’re basically begging him with tears in your eyes. Can’t stand being teased in return
Needless to say, most of the time you piss him off on purpose so he will fuck you senseless :) he knows you’re doing it on purpose, and equally enjoys it
Has a thing for choking, very much into breath play
Too focused on chasing his own release sometimes, but will go multiple rounds without batting an eye until you’re satisfied
Swearwords, curses, degradation – you name it, he’s into it, sometimes even too much
Adores the sight of you kneeling in front of him, begging to let you suck him off
Definitely an ass guy - loves fucking you from behind while he’s standing and you’re bent in front of him so he can have a good view of your ass bouncing against his pelvis. Will grab and spank to his pleasure
The fucking showoff will get instantly naked the moment he sniffs the most remote possibility of intercourse. Used to tear off your clothes with zero fucks given for your garments as well, but after an accident involving very expensive lingerie that resulted in his left shoulder being almost dislocated he’s a little more careful
Loves fucking in front of a mirror, finds his own muscular reflection very entertaining
Likes the thrill of sex in public spaces, but to be fair getting caught wouldn’t even bother him. Doesn’t mind an audience
Wearing a skirt with nothing underneath really does numbers on him, and when you make him aware you’re just basically just plainly asking for it
He’ll let you mark him with scratches and bites, doesn’t mind adding more scars to the collection. As for your body, he will leave visible marks on you with 0% remorse.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Second part of my Demon Slayer headcanons – reposted because I was dumb enough to use the wrong tags that resulted in my post being shadowbanned. Enjoy – and remember that my requests are open! ♡
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jupitereleven · 5 months ago
people from different anime that give me the same vibes (pt.1)
tomioka giyū & megumi fushiguro
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bakugosbratx · a month ago
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12 Days of Drabbles
𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝 5: Home for the Season!
• Write/Draw a character(s) being able to spend the holiday season/time with you.
Warnings: some angst, fluff.
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Giyuu would want to surprise you. Though, you would be aware of what day he is supposed to arrive, he will not tell you a time so he can surprise you. You would think it’s just one of the Hashira at the front door again only to be surprised that it’s your Hashira. Expect some extra attention from Giyuu since he has been gone due to work.
Now, if Giyuu wants to surprise you by taking the holiday season off of work, he will not tell you about it. You will mentally dread the days that crept closer and closer. You would not stress your worries aloud, knowing this is what you signed up for while dating him, but Giyuu is observant. He knows when his significant other is off.
“What’s got you so down, my love?” Giyuu questions with an arched brow, gazing down at you. You are snuggled against him with some hot chocolate, keeping warm by the fire.
You meet his blue orbs, a sad expression present on your features. “Hm? Oh, nothing.” You lied, looking away so he cannot see the tears that threatened to pour.
“Y/N,” Giyuu stated sternly, cupping your face so you have no choice but to look at him, “I know when you’re lying to me. Talk to me, please.”
You sighed, deciding to be honest. “I just know it’s time for you to leave for work soon and,” a tear slips down for Giyuu to wipe away with his thumbs, “I’m not ready for you to go.”
Giyuu’s heart breaks a little, mentally cursing at himself for seeing you cry, knowing it could have been prevented if he told you sooner, but he wants to surprise you.
Smiling softly, he leans down and kisses your pouty lips, resting his forehead against yours once he is done. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m staying.”
“W-What?” You stammered in disbelief. He usually never allowed off. What changed? “Is this some kind of joke?”
“No, it is not.” Giyuu reassured you. “I’ll be home this holiday season,” he leans in to kiss you again, this time with more passion, “and I’ll be sure to make up for all of the time we lost.”
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crimsonkenjii-writes · 7 months ago
Congrats on the followers! You totally deserve it and more! 💖 Your work is incredible and I always look forward to your posts! From the alphabet prompts could you do D & H from the sfw section and Q, V, and S from the nsfw section for Giyuu 👀 (hehe it was difficult to choose all of the prompts were so, so good!!) Thank You 😙💕
Thank you so much!! I’m super glad to hear that people enjoy my works a lot ʕ⇀ᴥ↼ʔ♡
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D - Dates
I can see this man planning a lot for dates
He doesn’t seem the type to like things last minute and would like to know at least a day in advance, so he usually plans them out unless you plan them out first
He doesn’t really follow the “stereotypical” version of romantic and kind of keeps it more casual but manages to make it feels very romantic
Like he doesn’t set up candles and rose petals with an expensive dinner and brand new jewelry, he’s more on the intimate and always wants to hold you close to him kind of romantic
I can see Giyuu going all out for anniversaries though. This man plans them months ahead. He’s all prepared and has a full list of things you two could do, what things he’s going to buy and spoil you with and probably even has some of the other Hashira’s who are willing to help, help set everything up
A typical date with him would be anything really lol
Going out to the garden, going to either of your favorite restaurants, going to a park, going sightseeing in a nearby town, going to festival, or even just chilling at either one’s home
Either way, Giyuu’s full attention is on you. And he doesn’t stop touching you
He will always either be holding your hand, have both your arms interlocked, hugging you, kissing you, messing with small strands of your hair, everything
This man is dedicating his entire day with you
Most of the time Giyuu hangs out with you, he qualifies as a date lol
“I better get going now, Y/N,” he kisses the top of your head, “There’s a Hashira meeting I have to go to. Thank you for the date”
“The date? Giyuu, we were just chilling on my engawa the entire time??”
“Yes, I know.” He’d just say blankly. He’d then smile at how confused you look and kiss you again before he walks away
H - Hair
Fuck. Yes! Play with this man’s hair!! He loves it!!!
He doesn’t really take a lot of care of his hair and literally just puts it up in a ponytail to maintain it
It gets tangled a lot so one day you’re just like “Giyuu, what the hell, why is there such a big knot in your hair?”
“There is?”
“Giyuu!” You just grab your brush and start combing his hair as gently as you could to get all the knots and tangles out
Giyuu. Fucking. Melted.
He loved feeling your fingers comb through hair and scratch at his scalp. It was honestly lulling him to sleep
You noticed how calm he got and his muscles relaxing so you decided to just always play with his hair
He figured that since he loved the feeling so much that maybe you would too, so he occasionally plays with your hair and just runs his fingers through it, enjoying the soft feeling of your hair against him
If you guys are cuddling and he’s the big spoon, you’ll be buried in his chest and he’ll just hug you tight around him and just brush through your hair
You play with his hair often and it actually became a daily occurrence where you’d just comb his hair for him. You’d often just mess with it and put it in funny hairstyles like pigtails or five braids scattered randomly
Playing with his hair also helps calm him down and puts him to rest so if he had a really stressful day or comes back from a mission where he couldn’t save someone, you’d comb through his hair all night to help keep him soothed and sleep easier
Q - Quiver
Giyuu was honestly super surprised, he didn’t know something like that could happen but fuck did he enjoy it. It made Giyuu feel super good
“Damn, I made you feel that good, huh? I’m just going to have to do that to you every time now.”
And he stays true to his words. He was quick to pick up on what made you feel super good and would keep it locked in his memory and make sure to do that to you each time
He’d tease you with it and do it nice and slow and gradually build up speed to bring you back to a quivering climax
He loves seeing you really enjoying sex so the fact that he was able to make you quiver multiple times has him over the moon
Especially since I see him as a “I wanna see your cumming face” kind of guy, he really fucking loves it
S - Sexy Clothing
Giyuu would just turn bright red immediately
“Y-Y/N... you’re um... *ahem* dressed um... won-wonderfully, I-“
You can see how excited he is to see you dressed up in such seductive clothing, stretched out on the bed in such an inviting way. He’s so awestruck she can’t move. You had to call him over to break him out of his trance
He quick to throw off his sword and haori and jump into bed, quickly putting his lips anywhere on you
His hands roamed all over your body, stroking every curve and palming at the sensual clothing
He tried to keep it on your body as he’s fucking you because he loved the way it looked on you so much but some where along the way it all ended up on the floor
V - Vulnerable
Giyuu usually prefers loving and intimate sex so I can see him being vulnerable a lot during sex
He comes back from a long mission after not seeing you for days and all he wants to do is cuddle fuck you
He holds you super close to him the entire time and is very slow and soft with his trusts, whispering into your ear about his much he’s missed you and how much he loves you
He usually does missionary during sex like this so it’s easier for him to hug you close to his body, hold your hand and kiss you the entire time
These vulnerable sex times with Giyuu also tend to last a while since he’s going slow and just enjoying every second of it, taking in your scent, touch and sounds after missing it for so long
“I’ve really missed you, Y/N. I’m glad I was able to come back home to you.” He’d whisper into your ear between moans and whimpers
“I love you” “You feel really good, Y/N, I’ve missed this feeling” “You skin feels so soft and you smell so good, I never want to go a mission again if it means I’ll miss out on this.” “Your starting to feel tighter, are you going to cum?” “Just hold on a little longer so can come together”
Giyuu’s thrusts become a little faster and harder to bring you both to your climax. He buries himself deep inside you as he cums and moans close to your ear, inaudibly rambling on how good you feel, how much he loves you, and how he never wants to leave you
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urokodaddy · 3 months ago
Tailor | Tomioka Giyuu x Reader *MANGA SPOILERS*
(Y/N) works at their family's tailor shop. One day, a mysterious and intriguing man patronizes the store, and (Y/N) finds themselves wanting to see him more and more. * ONCE AGAIN WARNING THAT THIS ONE-SHOT ALLUDES TO END OF THE MANGA SPOILERS*
Another morning, another workday calling your name.
Though you struggle to wake up so early, you find that the peaceful morning walk to your family's shop is beyond enjoyable enough to make it worth it. The chill morning breeze flowing through your clothes and your hair, the chirps of the morning birds, the calm of the earth before everyone else begins their day - these have made up your favorite part of the day for as long as you've been helping out in the shop.
You unlock the front door, turning the window's sign to say, "OPEN". You take in the familiar scent of the wooden building, it's oaky scent somewhat old and somewhat sweet. You take your usual seat at the register near the front of the store and pull out a book to pass the time. Your family is lucky to be the only tailor in your village, meaning business isn't hard to come by. Still, it isn't often that you have customers at the crack of dawn.
That is, until today.
As soon as you adjust yourself comfortably, the front door bell jingles, signaling somebody's arrival. You quickly set your book back down.
"Good morning!" you say cheerfully, standing to greet the day's first customer, "How can I be of service for you today, sir?"
"Good morning," the man responds softly and approaches you at the register. He must be new to the village because you don't recognize his face. "I, uh, just have a couple pairs of pants with torn seams, and I need them repaired."
"Torn seams are an easy fix! I can actually have these repaired for you very shortly. You're free to take a seat while you wait, if you'd like."
You gesture to a couple chairs nearby the front register. He hands you the damaged pants before accepting the seat. You retreat to your work table closer to the back of the store and get started on the repairs.
You take occasional glances at the man in the front. He wears a mismatched haori, something you don't normally see, but you like the uniqueness of it. You find yourself wishing you could ask him why he'd wear such a thing. You also notice he appears to be missing his right arm, although it's somewhat difficult to confirm because of his large sleeves. His pitch black hair barely reaches his shoulders. His deep blue eyes stare patiently into the distance in front of him as he sits straight and tall.
He's handsome, you privately acknowledge. He appears to be around your age too, making you wonder just what someone so young could have been through to have lost an arm. You find yourself creating a mental list of questions you wish you could ask him.
In just ten short minutes, you finish repairing the seams. He only brought two pairs of pants, and years of practice has enabled you to work quickly and efficiently.
You bring the newly fixed pants to the front. The man stands and exchanges the necessary payment for the repairs.
"I like your haori," you tell him, offering a sweet smile.
"Oh," he looks down at his haori and back at you, seeming surprised that you decided to compliment it, "Thank you...I like your hairclip."
You touch your hand to the royal blue rose clip that pins your hair out of your face. "Thank you," you giggle, "Hey, it matches your eyes!"
His eyes widen, cheeks turning from pale to rosy in an instant.
The man thanks you once more before exiting your shop.
So fascinating, you think to yourself. Though he was only there for a short time, and though he isn't much of a talker, you find yourself hoping he'll return sometime.
The rest of the day passes without any further excitement. Customers filter in and out. Your shop's regulars tend to be people with children, the kids tearing their clothes amidst their adventures outside, or people who work and find their clothes receiving minor tears here and there. Occasionally, people will bring their precious wardrobe items to you. Things that have aged, or are worn frequently, finding themselves damaged, the owners not ready yet to part with the items.
Your parents traded places with you in the shop about halfway through the work day. Your evening was spent preparing dinner for your family before you retired to bed. You once again found yourself thinking of that man from this morning. How intriguing and beautiful he was to you. You hoped you'd have a reason to see him again.
Morning arrives again, and you once again make your way to your family's tailor shop. Growing up spending your days playing in and around the shop, you find comfort in being here almost every day. You also feel a sense of pride and gratitude for being able to assist your parents, allowing them to rest more often, all while the family and the home is still taken care of.
You seat yourself down in the same place as always before pulling out the book you never got the chance to read the day before. Once again, however, you are immediately interrupted by the front door bell. You weren't used to be business being so, well, busy as frequently as it had been this week. Nevertheless, you were grateful. Putting on your best smile and setting your book down, you stand to greet the customer. Your smile grows wider the second your eyes take notice of that familiar mismatched haori - one that would be very difficult to not recognize.
"Hello again!" you laugh sweetly, "How can I be of service for you today, sir?"
He approaches the register, his body seeming stiffer than it was the previous day. Could he be nervous?
"Hello again," he says. You swear you saw his lips attempt to twitch into a smile just briefly.
The two of you stare at one another for a moment. "So, um," the silence interrupted by another soft laugh from you, "What can I do for you today, sir?"
"You can call me Giyuu."
"Okay, Giyuu," you smile, loving the way his name rolls off your tongue, and pleased that at least one mystery about this man has been solved: his name! "So, how can I help you?"
He fumbles the clothes in his arm, seeming to have forgotten the purpose of him coming in. "More ripped seams?" He says sheepishly, handing you a few more pairs of pants than he brought in previously.
"Piece of cake!" you tell him excitedly.
Once again, you take the damaged clothes from him and proceed to your work bench, glancing behind you to see Giyuu take the same seat as he did yesterday.
You smile as your back turns to him, suppressing giggles caused by your excitement.
Of course you wanted him to return but you didn't think he actually would. Though you do have regulars, it isn't common for a single person to require your services multiple days in a row.
Grateful that he apparently lives a wild, clothes-damaging life, you get to work on the pants. Yet again, you are suppressing giggles as you take a closer look at the ripped seams. Something seems odd, you notice. These seams don't appear to have ripped. Truly ripped seams tend to be a bit messier. These torn seams look as if they were cut delicately, and on purpose.
You lift your head to look at Giyuu across the shop, his posture just as strong and patient as it was yesterday, his eyes staring in front of him.
You have today's pants repaired in no time. You walk them to the front and go through the same motions of exchange as the day before.
"Thank you," he says, eyes locked onto yours.
"Again," you say, that cute smile plastered on your face.
"Again." he repeats, letting out his own huff of a chuckle.
Just before he turns to walk away, you rush to say something, anything, just to keep him here for even thirty seconds longer, "Um, I could teach you how to do seam repairs, you know."
His head tilts a little, signaling his need for you to expand on what you're saying.
"It's just, you know, it seems like you might tear your clothes a lot. I don't want you to have to come and spend money here everyday for something as easy as a seam repair. I could teach you and you could come to me for bigger, more complicated repairs."
The corners of his lips flick upwards ever so slightly. "Thank you. But I like coming here."
You return his smile. "Then I will accept your patronage whenever you're in need of any clothing repairs."
He begins to turn, you choosing to interrupt him just one more time, "My name is (Y/N), by the way. Now we know both of each other's names."
"(Y/N)," he whispers, almost as if he were saying it just to himself.
Thank yous and goodbyes are exchanged and he's gone.
Today passes much slower than the first day you encountered Giyuu.
You find yourself somewhat frustrated at how much you struggle to make conversation with him when he's there. Your family's shop isn't terribly large by any means. Still, it's just large enough that trying to chat with someone on opposite sides of the building would be a bit much. Whose idea was it to put the work bench all the way in the back anyway? You curse your family for not considering your love life when making interior design decisions.
When the next morning arrives, you can't help but be giddy as you get ready and walk to work. You know Giyuu purposefully tore those seams for you to repair yesterday. You can only hope and pray that he continues to do it in an effort to come see you. The thought of seeing his face again makes your stomach flutter so much it could almost make you sick.
Your thoughts of him are interrupted, however, when you see him standing outside your shop, awaiting your arrival. You notice that his haori is wrapped carefully in his arm and not in it's usual place on his shoulders. His lack of haori also confirms your suspicions about him missing an arm. It was pretty obvious to you, considering you watched him use only his left arm, but it still shocked you to actually see the empty space where his right arm would have been if you were wrong.
You gasp as you take note of his demeanor. He stands as patient as ever, but this time with hunched shoulders and a lowered head. He looks distressed.
"Giyuu!" you shout as you walk faster to get to him, "Let's get inside. What's got you here so early?"
He keeps his head lowered as he walks in behind you. As soon as you're inside, you face him immediately.
"My haori," he mumbles sadly, handing it to you, "It got caught on something yesterday and it tore."
You take the haori from him and gesture him to follow you to your work space, allowing you to inspect the damaged garment, and allowing him to be present for it.
Giyuu silently appreciates the way you handle his haori, your gentle hands inspecting it ever so softly.
A small smile spreads across your face as you realize...just a seam rip. This one, you can tell, was not done on purpose.
"Hey," you say gently, his attention turning to you, "This is a really easy fix. Luckily, it's just a seam rip down the middle where these two haoris are sewn together. I'll have this back in perfect shape in just a few minutes."
HIs shoulders relax, and you can tell he feels reassured by your assessment. He doesn't leave your work area as you sit down and begin the repairs.
"Giyuu, you can grab a chair from the front and bring it over here if you'd like." you smile at him. "It seems like this haori means a lot to you. I would love it if you sat with me to make sure I handle it well."
Giyuu nods his head and does exactly what you offered. You find yourself a bit nervous at how close he's managed to sit to you, shoulders briefly touching every time he leans forward or you lean back.
He watches with admiration as your trained fingers carefully thread the needle, and effortlessly weave it through the two fabrics. By the time you're finished, he can't even tell where the seam rip had begun, or that it had even been damaged at all.
"There! All done," you say proudly. You stand with the haori in your hands, opening it up. "Here, stand up. Let me help you."
You almost miss the red that spreads across his cheeks as he stands, turning his back to you to allow you to dress the haori on him.
You help guide his left arm into the sleeve and drape the right sleeve snugly onto his shoulder. You place your hands on his shoulders, directing him to face you. Blush rises to your own cheeks as you realize you can feel his warm, minty breath on your face while you adjust and straighten out his haori. Patting him on the shoulders, you smile proudly at a job well-done.
As the two of you head towards the register, he begins to pull some money out of his pocket.
"Oh no, please, this repair is on me." you tell him.
"I couldn't let you do that. Allow me to pay you."
"Giyuu," you say, his heart fluttering at the sound of his name on your tongue, "I can tell this haori means a lot to you. It's unlike any other I've ever seen, and you were incredibly distressed when you arrived this morning. In fact, you were so distressed that you were at my shop even before I was."
He lets out a sigh. He knows he's defeated. Yet, he feels an intense amount of gratitude towards you. Not just for repairing his precious haori for free, but for your constant recognition of just how much it means to him without even knowing anything about it.
He stands in front of you unsure of what it is he wants to say, but also unable to move his feet to leave.
"Giyuu?" you say, concern on your face and your head tilted.
He's not sure where this sense of courage is coming from. He wants to keep seeing you but he's decided that maybe three days at your shop in a row, even if two of those days were on accident, might be weird enough.
He straightens his back and broadens his shoulders, and brings his eyes to meet yours.
"(Y/N)," he begins, "I cut those pants seams yesterday on purpose so I could come see you here."
He's horrified as your hand covers your mouth, just barely stifling a giggle.
"I know." you say matter-of-factly.
His eyes widen. "Y-You know?"
"Of course I know. This is my profession, Giyuu. I can tell when a seam is ripped on purpose or on accident. It was a smart move. Easy damage to make and an easy repair." you praise him, giggling some more.
You find his speechlessness endearing. Feeling like you've embarrassed the poor man enough, you begin to speak again.
"Giyuu," this time you're speaking directly and sincerely, "I've really enjoyed your visits the past few days. But would you maybe like to go out together sometime? Like, outside of my family's shop?"
Blush is blazing on both of your faces, neither of you used to confronting feelings this head on.
Then, finally, he smiles a real smile. It's shy, but he doesn't fight it like you caught him doing before.
"I would love that very much," the words coming out alongside a breath of relief.
"I would love it too. My parents trade places with me every day at around 1PM. You could come any d-"
"I can come pick you up today at 1PM" he quickly interrupts you, your heart screaming at his eagerness.
You nod your head in acceptance of his offer. "Today at 1PM would be perfect."
He smiles once more before turning to exit the shop.
"Giyuu," you start, interrupting him just as you have before, always wanting just a little bit more of his presence. "Will you tell me about your haori later? I think it's so fascinating. I would love to know the story behind it, if there is one."
"I would be happy to tell you all about it, as long as you promise to wear that cute hairclip when I see you again." is his final response before waving goodbye, leaving you to the rest of your work day.
Once he's gone, you can't help but fall into your seat behind the register and let out an excited laugh.
It's happening. It's really happening! You're going out with this mystery man and you couldn't be happier. The blush on your cheeks feels like it's never going to leave.
1PM can't come soon enough.
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1-800-asuka · 3 months ago
hi! I think I sent in a request asking for hashira headcanons recently? is it okay if it’s sfw headcanons instead actually? my mood kinda changed lol. I’m really sorry for any confusion!!
so sorry for the late reply, i've been super busy with school. i hope this satisfies!! i didn't exactly know what to do for sfw headcanons so i just went with a roommate au. i decided to do this with mitsuri, giyuu, and muichiro! if you'd like to see a part 2 with the other hashiras [or with the demons / kamaboko squad lmk!!] content: fluff, muichiro is aged up so this fits!, im gay for mitsuri
- GIYUU TOMIOKA > He didn't pay any attention to you at all when you entered the dorms. Giyuu was too busy unpacking and organizing his room. So when he came out and saw you, he only responded with, "Oh." > Like, not in a bad way, but he was kind of hoping he was going to have the dorms to himself. But he decided to give you a chance, anyway. "I'm guessing you're my roommate.. I'm Giyuu." He introduced, the statement short but sweet. You held your hand out, and the action caught him off guard. "I'm Y/n L/n, nice to meet you." Giyuu didn't say anything else. All he did was shake your hand. > Being Giyuu's roommate was a bit awkward at first because he was a very quiet person, reserving to himself in his room and completing his schoolwork, ear-buds plugged in. You guys would just pass by each other and not say anything when doing something. But you figured one of two things: Giyuu didn't like you, or he's introverted. Probably both. > Y'all didn't actually start talking until you forgot to take notes from that day's lecture. Entering his room, you knocked on the open door to catch his attention. The male turned around in his swivel seat. "Yes?" > "I forgot today's lecture notes, could I maybe copy yours?" You ask, hoping and praying he doesn't say no. Surprisingly, he hands you his notebook willingly. "If you need help with something, let me know." > And that's just kind of how your friendship started. Giyuu was slowly but surely opening himself up to you. Hanging out with you more, and talking. Now the atmosphere felt light and it wasn't awkward like it was the past couple of weeks. > You both decided to watch a movie one night. He let you choose because he said he was going to watch whatever you wanted, and that was including horror. His hand in the popcorn tub, deeply invested in the story. > And somewhere in the middle of the movie, Giyuu pauses it. You look over to him, confused by his sudden actions, a small "hm?" passing from your lips. You notice that the tint on his cheeks is pink. Was he sick? > "Listen I.. don't really know how to say this kind of stuff. But I like you. I've liked you for a while, but didn't really know how to say it because I thought you didn't like me back.. which is why I didn't say anything. I hope you accept my feelings, but if not, I understand. I just don't want this to ruin our friendship if you don't share the same feelings with me." > You just smile and then put your hand over his, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "You didn't have to be all edgy about it, dork." You teased, watching his eyebrows knit. "I'm not a dork, Y/n." > "But you're my dork." You corrected, earning a roll of his eyes, his fingers slipping between yours. "Yeah, whatever." - MITSURI KANROJI > You're automatically hit with the scent of strawberry perfume once you step foot into your shared room, a pink and green haired girl rushing around the dorm with her boxes in her hand. She noticed you and dropped one on the couch, rushing over to you and enveloping you into a hug. "Hi, new roomie!" > You could already tell she had a sweet and bubbly aura around her, holding your hand as she took you to your empty room. "I cleaned everything up for you! Hopefully this makes it easy for you to set your stuff up, right? Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself! I'm Mitsuri, and I already know your name, I saw it on some paper in the kitchen!" > She was quite adorable, and already you could feel your cheeks heating up from how kind she was. "I made you some cupcakes as well, they're on the stove! Hopefully I didn't burn them, I was in a bit of a rush to get them out for you before you came!!" > If you ever forgot your lesson notes, Mitsuri always came prepared with them. And her notes were so neat, too. The lesson title at the top of the paper written in calligraphy. Important key terms highlighted in different colors, and her handwriting was so neat. She had everything together, and it made you question how she could make her notes all cute in class. > You guys quickly became friends during the first week of
college. She lent you some of her outfits if you ever wanted to wear one, and would randomly play with your hair, braiding it the same way she had her hair done. The kitchen always smelled of sweets, because she was always in it baking up some stuff after she completed her classwork. > She had a bit of a Y2K aesthetic, since sometimes whenever she was cleaning the floors she had her pink radio on a stand and she was listening to early 2000's music. Both of you would jump on the couches listening to "I Kissed a Girl" by Katy Perry. > Mitsuri picked up on the subtle hints you would drop to her. From how you'd both give each other small cheek kisses 'platonically' but your face always heated up when she did the same. After a while she knew you had liked her, but she didn't want to bring it up out of nowhere. > So she thought it was best to talk about it while you two were baking. You both made cupcakes and put them in the oven. She sat on the counter and faced you. "Y/n-chan, you've been acting weird lately. Something up?" > The question caught you by surprise, but you thought it was best to tell her now because the chance would probably never come back again. "Yeah, actually.. I uhm.. I like - I love you, Mitsuri. A lot. I just never knew how to tell you because you're outta my league-" > "Y/nnn, I'm not out of your league, don't say that!" She jumped down from the counter, plastering kisses all over your face. "I love you, too, you goofball! Ahh, I'm just so happy you told me! Though, I kinda already knew!" "You - you knew?" You questioned, and she smiled giddily. "Yeppers, just wanted you to tell me!" - MUICHIRO TOKITO > "So, you're my roommate?" He questioned, looking at you up and down. "No need to tell me your name, I'm going to forget it anyway." He shrugged his shoulders and just entered his dorm once again. So much for an awkward introduction. > Instead of you asking him for lecture notes, it's the other way around. "Uh, what's-your-face, can I get your notes? I forgot to take them in class. I fell asleep." And the thing is - Muichiro is always falling asleep in class, yet somehow he's passing. Just - HOW??? > Always misplacing his things. "Person, can you help me find my phone? I don't know where it is.." He'd ask, and this is the 5th time he lost it today. Once you retrieve the lost item, he'll smile and then return back to what he was doing. > He's an airhead, but an adorable one. Whenever he fell asleep, you made sure to wrap him in a blanket so he didn't get cold. And he'd just snuggle up in it and lean his head on his desk. > Muichiro's taking naps whenever he gets the chance to. He'll purposely make sure he's near you so he can lay on your lap, and ask you to play with his hair. Honestly, he loves when you play with his long locks, and it'll have him passed out on your lap within 3 minutes. > He has sticky notes all over the place so he's not forgetting where his stuff is. And he occasionally bumps his heads on things, only to pout when you snicker at it. "Not funny," he whines, sticking out his bottom lip. > When he doesn't have enough time to make himself something to eat, he heats up microwave ramen. It's a quick meal, plus it's better than nothing. Aside from that, he has a sweet tooth for cookies. > He's literally SO obvious with his hints. Like you can be doing something and he's just coming up and hugging you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder and asking you how your day is. Or cuddling you but asking to be little spoon because you're warm. > And you have feelings for him, too. You find him to be adorable, even if he's a little dumb. So when you confess you expect your words to go through one ear and come out the other. "I like you, Muichiro. It's okay if you don't like me back, but I just wanted to tell you." > Muichiro wraps his arms around you and pulls you in his chest, staring up at the ceiling. He sets one hand on your cheek, then says, "I love you, too, Y/n.." > "So you do remember my name?" Your head shoots up to look at the male who has a sly smirk on his
face. "Mhm, what about it?" He asks, already dozing off to sleep. "I just like to remember things that're important to me.."
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hajigumi · 8 months ago
pairing: giyuu tomioka x gn!reader
genre: fluff
word count: 523 words
warnings: none
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his hands were a firm anchoring point against the small of your back, pushing you and guiding you as the two of you flow within the crowd. you weren’t aware of it, but giyuu’s gaze and visage of apathy was enough to steer even the boldest bystander away from the couplet you made up.
“are we almost there yet?” you tilted your head back to be able to hear him better, since the crowd was just loud enough for it to be a bit hard for you to hear him.
his head was canted towards your ear, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “the inn is only just a bit ahead, we’ll make it in the next few minutes if we keep walking.”
you pursued your lips disdainfully, eyes scanning the crowd and keeping a close eye on the signs advertising food that made your stomach rumble. often you’d have eaten by now, but work had kept you occupied to the point that the sun was already setting and you hadn’t a morsel of food yet.
“would you like to stop?”
you’d hardly noticed that the two of you had stopped, a little off to the side so the flow of people was winding around you without hassle. looking up at him, his gaze was turned away from you, instead focusing on something in the crowd. “what?”
he had pretty eyes, you thought as he looked back down at you. his dark blue eyes seemingly black in the evening lights, all that was around were the torches that had been lit for the night. “i said, would you like to stop? you kept glancing at the food stalls, so i thought perhaps we could stop for a meal before the inn.”
“yeah,” your words were just a mere susurration among the white noise of the busy village, as many men were heading to the bars to drink their sorrows away, “i’d like that a lot.”
which is how you found yourself sharing a bowl of ramen with giyuu, who had insisted he didn’t need a full bowl of his own, content to just pick at the food you had chosen. there wasn’t an ounce of the usual stoicism that he often seemed to exude when he was surrounded by your fellow hashiras, instead a simple smile drawn across his lips.
his hand had wound up curling around yours at some point, warm and protecting yours from the harsh cold air of the evening. you knew the weather wasn’t the coldest, but from the red blossoming along the bridge of his nose, you had a feeling that he’d claim the chill in the air was to blame.
“shall we head back, darling?” giyuu’s head jerked towards you at the use of the pet name you often saved for just the two of you, flush spreading from his face to the sides of his cheeks.
he huffed loudly when he saw the glint in your eyes—full of mirth and a hint of something the pair of you hadn’t been able to discuss—before tugging you from your sitting position.
“of course. let’s get going.”
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demxnscous · 6 months ago
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wc: 3.4k
pairings: f!part-demon!reader x tomioka
contains: childhood friends to enemies to lovers, angst all around, suppressed feelings, eventual confessions, protective!tomioka, get a knife to cut this tension geez, slow-burn but at a fast pace, eventual romance, sfw content
warnings: none
a/n: please appreciate the ending of this chapter to the beginning of the first
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There was no discerning where Minth’s squalling began and where the boy’s ended. In the span of a mere few seconds, the situation had escalated to that of the boy sprinting blindly through your living room and kitchen, avoiding the furniture, but clipping his side with a howl of distress more often than not. Minth was quick to follow at his tail, flapping recklessly with outstretched claws to grab at what clothing and hair she could manage.
It was, simply put, an utter mess.
No matter the amount of times either Tomioka or you attempted to quell the situation, the boy would only panic more, the volume of his shouts increasing alongside it.
And only after your nth verbal signal directed at Minth, did the falcon cease her pursuit and settle at your side rather than her perch: overturned from the boy’s sudden entrance. You avoided placing your hands anywhere near the bird, lest she decide to take her frustrations out on you rather than something else.
The boy, however, remained huddled in a corner; wide-eyed and blanched skin, his relentless muttering near incoherent as he ran pale fingers through his hair, pulling at the tufts of yellow and orange.
You truly didn’t have words.
Tomioka merely stood in front of the boy, his stature daunting as he spoke, “I thought you were staying in the nearest town at an inn.”
A few veins had begun to protrude from the boy’s neck and forehead as a result of the intense stress, “Well--you see--I was. I was, until the innkeeper kicked me out.” At this, a nervous chuckle escaped his dry lips, “I don’t know why he kicked me out, everything was fine--fine--until he came knocking on my door telling me to leave. To leave, as if I had somewhere else to go--”
As his rambling continued on, telling the rest of his story with odd pauses and strained emphasis in his words, Tomioka’s face grew bored. The blue of his eyes roved jadedly along the walls, taking into account menial details of your home to pass the time. And when the boy finished, Tomioka simply hummed his agreement before forcefully ushering him from the living room and to bed.
It was late.
The fatigue of the day was evident enough on the both of you.
“How many bedrooms do you have?” Tomioka was placing the wooden perch upright, bolting the front door’s numerous locks after he ensured the structure wouldn’t fall again.
“Just the one.”
He nodded, shucking his haori off and draping it on a kitchen chair, “They all probably took your room then; I’ll sleep on the floor, you can have the couch.”
A simple “How generous” fell on an exhale from your mouth. If Tomioka heard your retort, he didn’t acknowledge it.
Hell, he didn’t acknowledge most things.
“That boy--what’s his name?” Sitting carefully on the couch, your attention followed Tomioka as he plucked a pillow from beside you and tossed it to the fur rug that lay spread at your feet.
Tomioka walked away again, his voice carrying across the small room, “Why, do you plan on adding him to your death toll?”
“I don’t have a ‘death toll.”
“I must be mistaken then.” He was closer now, beside you in an instant that had you blinking as he stared at you, “You should consider picking training up again. You’re losing your edge.”
And when you looked down to where a sudden pressure had sprung against the pulse of your wrist, you found rope. Perfectly tied.
Your focus dragged up, eyes boredly half-lidded. But to your surprise, Tomioka silently continued his work--this time, on himself.
“If you move in the night,” he finished the matching knot on his own wrist, “I’ll be able to feel it. If you cut the rope, I’ll be able to tell.”
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“Get on.”
Looking from your bound wrists to the tacked horse, you frowned, “I need my hands to get on a horse.”
“You have them,” Tomioka nodded his head toward the saddle, “get on. We’re wasting daylight.”
It was pathetic, really, the way Tomioka had practically dragged your fatigued body out of your home to the ramshackle stables in the back. He and his companions had all traveled here by foot; why they didn’t invest in some form of transportation was beyond you, but Tomioka was more than willing to utilize what he found on your property. Whether you agreed to it or not.
The dappled grey gelding in front of you was Hyresti, a large draft with a soft-spoken nature. On the other hand, Isnyth, the stocky bay mare, had a temperament to rival Minth’s. Although you refrained from voicing this information as you watched Tanjiro and Zenitsu attempt to get on Isynth, your features tinged in amusement. Inosuke had outright refused to ride either mount, claiming he’d rather walk, leaving Tomioka to ride with you.
The latter cleared his throat impatiently, “If you’d prefer to walk with Inosuke, you’re free to do so.”
At this, your lip curled into a sneer. Linking your wrists over the horn of the saddle, you used the ropes as leverage to lift yourself into the seat, adjusting your position once you settled. Tomioka mounted Hyresti next before tying another rope from your wrists to the saddle horn. With a final tug, he leaned back, though his body remained uncomfortably pressed against yours.
There was a thought that flitted through your mind. A cursory one. But despite its brevity, your body was already moving.
More specifically, your head.
And when the crown of your skull came in jarring contact with Tomioka’s nose, a broken grunt sounded from behind. You should’ve done this before Tomioka had tied the rope from your bindings to the saddle, but now was the moment to escape. Knowing him, you wouldn’t be provided with another out; there would be no more mistakes.
With your left leg lifted from the gelding’s side, you threw the muscle against Tomioka’s waist, curling around him to ensure your leg had enough grip to do so as you leaned forward. The sudden movement sent him sprawling off the horse, and nearly caused you to lose your own balance. Frantic shouts from the other three boys reached your ears, but you weren’t listening. Spurring Hyresti on, the gelding bolted wildly from the chaos, Minth soaring behind from a tree she’d carefully hid in.
You knew this forest, befriended this forest, recognized each branch and bramble as they blurred past in a whirl of greens and browns.
They did not.
Hyresti breathed frantically beneath you, nostrils flaring as heavy hooves hit packed dirt and leaves. Minth was silent as a wind, wings streamlining through air currents and claws tucked tightly against her belly.
For as much as the adrenaline wiring through your veins staved off the pain of your wound, it could only do so much. Forcefully dismounting Tomioka had taken a toll on the laceration and may very well have reopened it--again.
It was a worry for later.
As of right now, your main concern was the impending sound of another set of hooves gaining upon you.
Throwing a hurried glance over a shoulder, you found Tomioka riding Isnyth only a little ways behind, the poor mare throwing her head with eyes wide enough to show the whites of them.
You may not have continued your training to climb the Corps ranks like Tomioka, but years of honing this new form and a mouthful of demon blood to drip down your throat was enough. Focusing in on the wound of your back, you called forth the thick blood that lay beneath the bandage, allowing it to travel up your spine and to your shoulder, down your arm to curl around the tips of your fingers. It was a naïve idea, a child’s pitiful last dream, but you were left with no options. Calling forth the Blood Demon Art would leave you weak in the end, but if it worked…if it worked--
An abrupt heat filled your senses.
A warm, choking heat.
Your lungs seemed to scathe as they contracted terribly, the air in your body escaping with strangled exhales.
There was a movement of yellow and red to your right, a brief flicker, but enough to spook Hyresti and cause the gelding to buck frantically. The filled packs cinched to either side of the saddle opened with the bustle, sending its contents to scatter along the forest floor and you to sprawl alongside them when the horse gave a particularly violent jerk.
You weren’t done. Not yet.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” A male voice, proud and deep, announced almost excitedly from out of your line of vision. Until he was right in front of you, smiling grandly with surprised eyes that reminded you much like that of a bird’s, “I’ve heard so much about you!”
The feeling of your chest squeezing as if to expel all the oxygen left in your lungs returned again. Grabbing for your throat as you suffocated without any apparent cause, you felt your consciousness titter on the brink of falling. And when it did, a moment of clarity became your final thought.
The Fire Pillar.
The damned Fire Pillar.
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A forefinger and thumb pinched your chin, tilting your head from side to side as if to inspect in reverence, “--pretty little thing--” one voice said, likely belonging to the calloused hand that touched you.
“That’s enough.” Tomioka’s voice.
The weight of the hand disappeared, your chin drooping without the support to keep it righted. All of your sensations felt heavy, your eyelids only slitting open before falling once more to the sweet promise of rapture.
Drugged, you thought acridly, again.
More voices laced the air around; voices of men and women, younger and older.
Someone jostled your shoulder, impatience wreathing the gesture, “Wake up. You have some explaining to do.” You didn’t recognize this one.
However, the word ‘salts’ reverberated on the mouths near you before a distant, wretched scent disrupted the haze of the drug and caused your eyes to open feverishly, your legs--unbound, unlike your wrists--thrashed beneath you to escape the smell of the salts that a woman with a butterfly hair pin waved under your nose.
She smiled sweetly, rising from her crouch and walking behind you to where Tomioka stood, “She’s all yours,” the woman spoke, patting him mockingly.
Tomioka gave no response.
An odd quiet befell on those who stood farther back, as if in wait. That is, until, a man with bluntly cut hair to his shoulders exited from the building in front of you, accompanied by two twin girls. He was moderately tall with terrible scarring over his eyes.
A tincture of curiosity curled around your furrowed brows, but Tomioka’s hand at the back of your neck gripped tightly enough to disrupt your unspoken questions as he pressed your head to the ground--into a similar position of his own.
This must be the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps, then.
Over excessively, an unknown male voice called out a greeting, to which the leader responded with one of his own.
“My children,” the blind man prefaced again, “what have you brought me on this strange day?”
The bodies behind you stood based on the shifting of gravel at their feet, Tomioka rising at the same moment and hauling you up to your knees beside him. He stated your name aloud to the leader.
His features were blank--impassive.
It was the first time you’d heard him say your name in years. God only knew when the last time had been. Except, you did, you just weren’t aware of it.
The last time your name called from his lips was the last he’d seen of you. Bloodied, frightened, and desperate; your claws clenching around his throat, pricking the soft skin there; his sword pressed to the base of your neck, barely enough to create a shallow cut.
It was all too much.
“My dear, is it true?” The leader directed his question to you, shattering your descension into memories best left alone, “Have you fallen?”
The crease between your brows returned, “If you’re asking if I’ve been turned--yes, I have. But it wasn’t by choice.”
He gave a considering nod, hair swaying gently with the movement, “I see. And the daylight, does it not bother you?”
“Not anymore.”
“Well, in that case, I have many questions for you. In the meantime: would you like a warm bath? Something to fill your stomach, perhaps?”
The unexpected turn of hospitality released a trembling exhale from you.
All this time, your body had been tense with the anticipation of waiting to fight for your life. Waiting for the final blade to sever your head from your shoulders.
It truly is just a waiting game, isn’t it?
Wait to be born, wait to grow, wait to learn your lessons while you wait for the ability to speak and walk.
Wait to be mercilessly maimed in the night of your own bed.
And you waited. You were never given a choice.
“Yes.” The single word from you was soft but firm, “Yes, that would be nice.”
The man smiled understandingly--such a considerate smile, “As you wish. Tomioka,” his head didn’t turn in the direction of the young man, only his declaration, “since you know this girl best, I shall leave her in your care and hands. She is a guest from this moment onwards and she will be treated as such. However, if she begins to pose a threat to the safety of those at this sanctuary, do take care to act accordingly if warranted.”
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The threat was veiled enough.
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Step out of line and there will be a corresponding consequence.
Even with the hostile promise, you had no intentions of doing such. You were weak, injured, and surrounded by The Pillars. It would not end kindly for you.
And their disregard for your being a liability was terribly blatant. It was nearly offensive.
Although, now, two women stood on either side of you, each with a stiff grip on your arms as they led you down hallway after hallway. Tomioka strolled silently behind the three of you, careful to maintain his distance, but close enough to intervene if you so much as breathed any means to cause calamity.
“This way.” The woman to your left muttered, yanking slightly on your bruised bicep to lead you into a bathing room. Her hair and the lower half of her face had been covered in cloth, identical to the other woman, making it difficult to discern the tone of her voice with the way her words became slightly muffled.
The aromas of the bathing chamber were delightfully pleasant as you inhaled them greedily. Your own body smelled of days worth of filth left untouched during your unconscious travel from your home in the forest to, what appeared to be, the Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters.
“Do you have a preference for fragrance?” The other woman spoke now, her voice distinct in the way it held an accent.
You answered with a simple ‘no’ and watched the women silently grab for plush towels, new sponges, and seemingly expensive bottles of oils and soaps. In the corner, Tomioka leaned against the wall, eyes narrowed in a way that could be deemed scrutinizing in your direction. Watching, waiting for you to make a wrong move.
A hand grabbed for the buttons of your tunic, another set made to remove your shoes. You whirled around to look at the women currently occupied with undressing you before wresting out of their grasp and stumbling backwards, appalment smeared on your eyes and mouth, “What the hell?” Out of the corner of your vision, Tomioka reached soundlessly for his sword.
“If you don’t want us to undress you, be quick about it. We don’t have all day.” The woman without the accent said, crossing her arms before gesturing to your stained clothing.
“What about him?” You tossed your chin in the direction of Tomioka, disbelief evident in your voice at the way these women expected you to undress and be bathed in front of him as if you were a pet.
He stirred from his place in the corner, “I’m only here to keep you in line, not to watch.” At this, Tomioka made a point to keep his gaze on the opposite wall, careful in the way he avoided you.
It was demeaning.
To strip yourself of sweat-soiled clothing with hesitant hands, to step out of your shoes and pants before removing your undergarments while the two women waited and Tomioka busied himself to inspect the blade of his sword. Your body very nearly curled in on itself the moment your last covering fell to the floor with one arm wrapped around your bare chest and the other protectively around your stomach. The humid air in the bathing rooms was warm against your skin, but your thighs pressed together to cover the apex between.
Yes, it was humiliating.
Even more so when the accented woman chided you like a mother as she said, “A body is a body. We’ve seen it before, girl. Now, get in before the water turns cold.”
A scathing response was bit back on your tongue as you stepped into the bath, still grasping what dignity you continued to retain, and settled for a glowering glance toward the woman. Her chin tilted up in defiance, but her body pitched back in the slightest manner.
She’s terrified.
Cautiously, you stepped into the tub, near wincing at the heat of the water, but once your body was fully submerged, the heat was welcome as it loosened tense muscles and created a fogginess not just on the mirrors but in your thoughts.
The accented woman, taller than the other now that you looked closer, poured a sweet-scented oil into the water, while the other lifted a sponge tentatively to your skin.
“Wait.” Tomioka broke his silence, crossing the distance between the two of you.
Instinctively, you sunk lower into the water, bringing your legs up to your chest as you wrapped your arms around them.
“The two of you can leave, I can take it from here.”
The shorter woman blinked repeatedly, baffled, “You mean to bathe her?”
“No,” Tomioka answered, “but it would be in your best interest to leave.”
All of the strain that had been diluted into the water returned near instantaneously, your body frigid with the promise of a fight.
“We have some catching up to do.” His final words to the women were dismissive, an order they heeded by leaving in a swift flurry of black and white clothing.
The sound of a sliding door clicking shut had never seemed so ominous.
You watched out of your peripheral as Tomioka dragged a stool to the side of the tub, sitting to face away from you. Swallowing thickly, you reached for a glass bottle of soap, dripping it onto the sponge that the woman had abandoned, “You tried to kill me.” Your voice was a near murmur.
Tomioka understood you weren’t referring to when he encroached on your home in the forest, “I did.”
“I don’t know.”
The sponge squelched as you gripped it painfully, running it over your shoulders and collarbone, “Yes, you do.”
He hummed, running a hand down the lower half of his face as he’d done back in your home, “I was ordered to. I didn’t realize my mistake until there was no returning from it.”
“I begged you not to.”
When Tomioka spoke again, it was strained, “I know.”
“It left a scar.” You brought the sponge to your throat, scrubbing at where Tomioka’s blade had once been, “It’s gone now.”
There was a pocket of quiet, the sound of dripping water filling the hush before he spoke up.
“I’m sorry.”
Turning your head to look at the young man, a muscle flickered at the edge of his jaw.
His index finger had begun tapping on the handle of his blade, “I’m sorry I couldn’t have stopped it from happening--that I hadn’t been able to help you.”
You pressed your lips together, throat near constricting, “I don’t want to be here.”
“I know.”
“And you fucking drugged me.”
You didn’t see the wince cross over Tomioka’s expression, “It was for the safety of yourself and the others.”
Setting the sponge on the lip of the tub, you braced your forearms against your knees, “You should have left me to rot.”
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milk-bread-but-crispy · 5 months ago
Giyuu Tomioka Confession headcannons
Warnings: Giyuu's backstory spoilers, a bit ooc
Giyuu realizing his feelings for you:
It took Giyuu a while to realize his feelings for you.
He honestly he didn't think he'd ever like anyone. He knows he's a very reserved person.
So when he realized that he might have feelings for you he was very shocked.
He'll spend a lot of his time after that trying to figure out his feelings.
When spending time around you or even being around you he'll take note of his feelings.
He notices that he's more softer around you. His voice softens when speaking to you. His eyes will look at you with adoration. His touches are soft as well.
You're one of the few people that makes him smile and who he feels comfortable smiling around. He may not do it often but he catches himself do it a lot.
He sees himself becoming more protective of you as well. He realizes his feelings for you and wants you to be safe.
He's already lost his sister and his closes friend. He doesn't want to lose another person he loves and cares for.
This thought in mind though, he'll be hesitant to ever confess his feelings to you.
"What if he puts you in danger because he's a demon slayer?"
"What if he can't protect you?"
He doubts himself, but something tells him he should confess to you. It's probably Sabito's spirit telling him to man up and confess to you.
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Giyuu confessing to you:
He's never confessed before ever. So it takes him a while to come up with an idea.
His first idea was to send you a letter by his messenger crow. But he knew his crow was old. Sometimes forgetting to send a message or getting lost trying to deliver it.
He'll go to ask Tanjiro for advice.
But after speaking with him he realizes he'll just have to tell you in person.
At first he delays telling you
Fearing that you'll reject him and he'll lose you.
But the thought of not telling you and one of you dying before he gets to tell you haunts him.
With Giyuu he doesn't want to anything big when confessing for you.
Not that he doesn't want to but he fears it'll scare you off. Or someone he knows will over hear the conversation.
He'll confess to you on a casual hangout.
Making sure no one's around to hear that's when he'll confess.
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You two had bumped into eachother while heading back to your estates. You both decided to walk together. But you look to the sky and see the sun setting. You suggest sitting on a nearby rock to watch the sun set. He agreed and sat beside you.
Your eyes leave the beautiful sunset before you in the sky. You turn curious when you turn your head to look at Giyuu.
You tilt your head, looking at the stotic man next to you. He looking up at the sun set looking puzzled, like he's trying to gather his thoughts but doesn't know what to say.
He sighs before speaking,
"I think I'm in love with you.."
You gasp, you can feel your face heating up. You know you heard him correctly..this was all so sudden. You didn't know how to respond or react, and before you could say anything he continues to speak.
"You may not reciprocate the same feelings back towards me. But I just wanted to tell you. The thought of one of us possibly dying haunts me. Because if one of us does...I wouldn't be able to tell you my true feelings for you. How much I care and love for you....-"
He pauses to finally look at you.
"I'm not telling you this cause I think you love me back. I'm telling you cause I want you to know. To know how much I love you, and that I'm willing to protect you at all costs. Even if it risks my own life. I want to die knowing that you know...how much I love you."
You stare at him with wide eyes. Trying to process everything he's said to you so far.
You can tell that he seems nervous from your current reaction.
"I understand, (y/n), if you don't reciprocate the same feelin-"
You cut him off.
"Who said I didn't?"
His face showed he was slightly confused. You heard him mumble out a "what".
"Who said I didn't reciprocate the same feelings towards you? You're always doubting yourself Giyuu...even when you don't say it aloud."
"So you...?"
You smile at him, putting your hand on top of his. "Yes I do."
He smiles at you back, so many emotions going on at once in his head. From relief, to excitement.
He takes his hand and puts it ontop on yours. He then squeezes your hand.
"Although I may not be the best lover, I vow to protect you with my life. I will try to bring as much joy to your life as I can. And I will always, love you unconditionally."
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I love this man sm
Written by Toast♡
Like may I please stare into ur eyes sirrr..
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yourimaginationrealm · 3 days ago
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Shinobu: „Well, well where is your Tsukugo? I thought you brought your troublemaker with you? Lost again?!“
Giyū: ‚Ugh Probably….‘
—————somewhere in the forest———————-
You: „Where the hell am I?“ *almost crying*
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kikikittykis · 5 months ago
Giyuu Tomioka Summer Headcanons
Series Masterlist
A/N: 200 Followers event is still going so ask for a headcanon and I will deliver
Gets invited rarely to parties and other stuff
He can handle the heat well
Whenever Shinobu gets Tipsy he watches her from the distance but still protecting her
Gets invited to water fights and is underestimated
He has a square pool
Does laps all the time in it
Sabito and Makomo come for swimming and dinner
Sabito tried to leave his mask on in the water
He ended up taking it off
They all play Yahtzee
He’ll throws Makomo in if she asks him too
Urokodaki must have have either a lake or a river where they can go swimming and have fun
Urokodaki always makes sure he is off when they come over so he can join in
Fishes with Urokodaki
Urokodaki lets the other Pillars come over and takes tubing around the lake
He is super rough
Just the energetic ones do it
Burns easily
Shinobu was bugging him so he just picked her up and jumped into the pool
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ob-levi-on · 2 months ago
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giyu would be mesmerized by you.
it wouldn't matter what the hell you were doing, you could admiring the flowers shinobou's garden and the man would get rock hard. he didn't know what it was about you that made him so attracted to you, especially since the man rarely spoke to you.
you thought he disliked you. apart from not speaking to you, it appeared giyu would try to be as far away from you as possible. while aoi told you not to worry about it, it still made you sad. as the new mist hashira, you were trying to socialize with everyone, and giyu was the only one who acknowledged your presence once–which is when you first arrived to the demon slayer corps headquarters.
the only thing he said to you, ever, was "welcome."
beyond that, there were hardly any interactions between the you two. not that you really cared, especially when there were other things to worry about. you just wanted to be on good terms with him.
but giyu wanted you, desperately. but he couldn't find it in himself to express it publicly, so as always, he suppressed his feelings deep, deep, down into the very pit of his soul. instead, the man would lay at night alone, just thinking about you.
it was a nightly occurrence, and while it annoyed him, he couldn't help it. he would think about all the times he saw you today, and even count them. he would make up scenarios where he was confident enough to speak to you, or one where you two would be near each other by chance and start a conversation.
at some point, he'd think about your body, and it made him ache for you so much, that he needed to relieve himself.
he'd think about your back, how lovely it would look be arched under him.
he'd think about your arms, how nicely they would feel wrapped around his shoulders as he fucked you.
he'd think about your legs, how tense they would shake in pleasure as he pounded your sweet spot.
he'd think about your hands, how beautiful they'd look wrapped around his cock.
he'd think about your hair, how fascinating it'd look when he'd pull on it.
he'd think about your mouth, how tempting it is to shove his member down your throat.
he'd even think about your eyes, how pretty they would close and blink in desire as you started to cum on his dick.
oh, he'd thought of all those things and more.
and tonight, as he has done for many nights now, he would pump his cock to the thought of you. he would never admit to this, but he is hoping that one day he'll eventually make you his, over and over again.
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cryingoverhanji · 3 months ago
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fairydollsteps · 8 months ago
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Despite his reserve and stoic nature, I feel like Giyuu would be the type of boyfriend who wanted always wanted to be near with you. Like he would follow you around like a lost puppy and always stick with you when he has to socialize with someone. When you are too far away from him, Giyuu would walk towards you and tug on your haori, telling you to stay with him while blushing a bit and giving you a pout.
While Shinobu would always give a smile and wishes to the sick demon slayer to get well soon. But for you, is a different story. Shinobu would scold and gives you a whole hour of lecture, probably taunts you like “Oh, I never knew the Hashira Y/N would be this reckless,” while giving you a smile to cover up her anger. You can feel a dark aura radiating from her, implying she is pissed at you for getting yourself hurt. All of this happening shows that Shinobu cares for you as she would start to tag along with you on a mission so she can protect you.
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dangotree · 25 days ago
Just a little longer
Characters: M!Reader x Giyuu
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"I'm sorry to inform you, but your Guardian's whereabouts are unknown, and they are suspected to be dead." The answer was blunt. Your jaw gapped open a little bit at the tone the master spoke in. What are you supposed to say? Nothing. You looked up at him from where you sat, grateful for once that he couldn't see you gripping your sleepwear from frustration. You were pissed. He kept that small soft smile on his face. But you bowed and left anyways without another word.
You felt the feeling again. It started slowly, then it became fast as it spread throughout your body. Loneliness mixed with sadness. They were evenly matched. You gave the door knob a tight squeeze before shaking your head and turning the knob. You pushed yourself in and locked it behind you, taking off your shoes, and making it to your bed so you could lay down. Your room was silent, as was the rest of the house. Dark and no life to be found other than yours.
You don't know how long you've been out, but you woke to your door opening. You thought it was Shinobu, so you just laid there, not moving a muscle. After about a minute you felt weight on the other side of the bed and heard and felt the covers move. You now realized who it was. You choked down a cry as you felt his arm wrap around you. He put the tip of his nose to the back of your head and rested his body right next to yours. You gripped his hand and held it tightly.
He hummed so lightly, you could barely hear it. You were grateful Giyu didn't say anything. All you needed was him to hold you. You gripped his Kimono as you've stopped crying a while ago.
When you awoke the next morning the room was dark and giyu was still there. You smiled and decided to get up. "No," you turned to him, he was reaching out for you, he looked exhausted. "Just stay with me, for a little longer." You felt your heartache at the words and how he said it. You crawled back into bed and held him to your bare chest as he held you closer to him. "I love you." You said as you slipped into sleep again and he followed.
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urokodaddy · 3 months ago
Peace | Tomioka Giyuu x Reader
This is my first piece of fanfic ever! I started posting one-shots on AO3 the other day and decided to crosspost my stuff here too. Constructive criticism welcome!
SUMMARY: Giyuu takes you out to enjoy a nice spot out in nature.
The breeze danced across your skin, goosebumps rising both from the cold and from the gentle touch of your lover. His protective hand placed on your lower back, guiding you through a forest of trees. This was one of his non-verbal ways of communicating his love. Being a man of very few words, he had plenty of those.
"Are we almost there, Giyuu?" you ask, turning to give him a smile, the excitement making you impatient.
He responds with a tender smile of his own. "Almost," he assures you.
Then, after just a few more minutes, the trees disappear, offering you the most breathtaking view. The moon is shining in it's fullest glory tonight thanks to the lack of clouds. It's light dances across a large lake down below, making the lake appear as if it were twinkling. The moonlight illuminates an even larger forest of trees, wind blowing through their leaves, gently, but loud enough that you can hear even from above. Beyond that, mountains span as far as the eye can see.
Giyuu takes your hands in his, signaling you to follow his lead, sitting you both down on the ground. He releases your hand in exchange for wrapping his arm around you, pulling you in as close as he can. You sigh a contented sigh and relax into his touch, and his body provides you all the warmth you could need. The both of you taking turns enjoying nature's view and also taking loving glances at each other.
You find your smile refuses to leave your face. Especially, as you stare at your lover. His eyes are calm. His body is relaxed. He looks peaceful.
The view outside is incredible, of course. But there's something infinitely more beautiful about Giyuu in moments like this, you decide.
"You deserve more peace in your life, Giyuu," you say.
His only response being a quick inhale of breath, as he turns to face you once more. You giggle a little. He's not known for being talkative, but there's something you find cute about rendering him speechless, rather than him simply choosing not to talk.
"You really do," you take his silence as an opportunity to keep expressing your thoughts. "I know you've been through a lot. Maybe even more than you talk about. I know you're faced with a lot of tragedy and darkness in what you do, especially as a hashira," you furrow your brows as you stare at the ground, trying to think of where you're taking this, "Giyuu, I just-"
"You are my peace," he states plainly, but sincerely.
Your eyes connect with his once more, and it's your turn to be rendered speechless.
"That's not what I mean," you say, once again unsure of what the point is that you're trying to convey.
"Then what do you mean?" He asks, turning to face you and gently cup your cheek with his free hand, "Because all I know is that as long as I have you by my side, I have all the peace I could ever need."
You search his eyes, his face, trying to find a sign of him just trying to speak sweet nothings to you, yet you find nothing but sincerity in his expression. He means it. You know he does.
Now finding some amusement in your lack of words, which is much more unusual for you than it is for him, he lets out a small chuckle. He leans forward to place a loving kiss on your forehead, this being his way of affirming to you that what he said is true. His kiss causes warmth to spread throughout your whole body, extra warmth gathering in your cheeks as you blush at his forwardness.
You take his face in both of your hands as you lean up to kiss him on the lips. His hold on you grows tighter, pulling you in even closer, and extending the length of the kiss. The heat of your bodies radiating off one another paired with the cool, fresh air and the passion of your lover's lips against yours, causes goosebumps to rise across your body again. Giyuu takes note of this and gently traces his fingertips across your arms.
You both exhale as you break the kiss, you resting your forehead against his. The joy he brings you bubbles up inside of you until it escapes in the form of sweet giggles, making Giyuu's heart skip a beat.
"What's so funny?" he teases, smiling all the while.
You giggle some more, grateful to see so much of that precious smile you love so much. "I love you, Giyuu."
"(Y/N)," he's whispering now, "I love you. More than anything. More than the trees, more than the moon, and even more than life itself."
You smile and give him once last kiss to cheek before crawling into his lap to cuddle him, his arms immediately wrapping around you, his haori blanketing you from the cold. No longer impressed with the view, you instead nuzzle into his neck, closing your eyes as you inhale his scent.
He's your peace too. As long as he's here by your side, you decide that you also have all the peace you'll ever need.
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1-800-asuka · 3 months ago
Hello ! Congrats on your milestone dear ! And if you don’t mind — may I please participate your event ? (Oh but it’s okay if not tho !!)
I would like a drabble, in caramel macchiato (fluff) with Tomioka Giyuu from demon slayer pls ! Prompt is no. 17 in fluff category.
Tysm !! Pls take care & have a nice day or night !! ❧❧
- With love, BamBam 🦢🌙
bam ! what a delight to see you in my inbox. im so sorry this came out late!! i hope this still satisfies, and tysm for being patient <3
content: the one, the only giyuu, fluff, small bits and pieces of angst but not much
Giyuu’s blue eyes scanned the sky, for any hope of a star to peek out and allow him to spot the many constellations. He did this when he needed to get his mind off of things. He may not seem like a worrisome person, but he hid his stress a lot under wraps.
"Why’re you out all lonely?" You asked, startling the Water Hashira. Sitting down next to him in the grass, pulling your knees up to your chest. Turning to him, a small smile crept up on your cheeks. "Do you just prefer to be alone?"
"No... I actually wanted company. And I'm glad it was yours." Tomioka's eyes darted away from you, trying to pick up things from the ground that seemed more appealing rather than making eye contact. Eyes landing on rocks, twigs, and dirt. Nothing interesting. "Have you ever…"
Giyuu paused on his sentence, considering if it was a wise choice to finish it. What if he was going to regret it? But what if he never told you? It felt like a lose-lose situation. What if you don’t like him back..? Or accept his feelings for you?
"Fallen in love with somebody?" He continued, thumb tapping the handle of his blade in thought. You eyed the pink blush creeping up on his cheeks, making you smile at how adorable you found it. To be honest, you liked Giyuu ever since you guys became friends, but never confessed your feelings for him because you thought he liked Shinobu. Just the thought of it was awful. Push it away, it's making you sick to your stomach now.
"I.. I have." Turning your body completely around to face the Hashira, you place your hand on his, rubbing his knuckles with your thumb. "But I don't know if that person loves me back. I don't think they like me."
Without hesitation, Giyuu turned to face you. Fuck it, now or never. Leaning over, he set one hand on your cheek, pulling you into a kiss. His other hand entangled with yours. The moment was sweet, something you never wanted to let go.
Breaking the kiss, Tomioka looked down at you, his usual stoic expression changing to a small smile. Damn, Y/n, you do work wonders.
"I think… I love you."
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lilyisfrozen · 4 months ago
Update #6, 9/15
Been a few days so I thought I’d share how things are progressing!
Haunted: Chapter 23 was posted I think Monday and it was such a fun chapter to write. I really wanted to post at the beginning of the week so chapter 24 can be posted on Saturday. I’ll try and post 25 the Wednesday after, then Mon, Sat, Wed all the way to the final chapter. At least, that’s what I hope I can accomplish. As we all know, life gets in the way, so it may be late once in a while. Anyways, I know exactly what I want to accomplish with 24 and really look forward to the incline to the climax of the story, what everyone has been waiting for! I hope to make it big, memorable, and leave everyone crying!
Sweet Dreams: Looots of headway was made with this, however its still not finished. I am briefly putting it down so I can focus on Haunted. As I’ve said before, its really more of an in between fic to decompress after hitting Haunted hard. I don’t have a time frame of when this will be finished and posted, all I can say is that I’ve gotten through the part I was super sure on, and now have to flesh out the rest of events. Shouldn’t be too hard once I actually sit down to write.
Lovesick: I’ve plotted points, and I know this one DEFINITELY won’t be as long as Sweet Dreams, probably bout as long as Smile. I look forward to it. I dunno about y’all but I can easily see Giyu as a soft yandere. Maybe I’ll go for soft, maybe hard, we don’t know 😜 I can certainly say that its not a modern AU for once so yaaayyy! I look forward to getting to this one.
Music To My Ears: Don’t worry, I have a plan. This one shouldn’t be more than 6.5k words, so maybe I’ll drill it out super quick and post it Monday? We’ll see. We all know I tend to make one shots longer than I project, so I’m really gonna try and keep it in control for this one. 
SOSOSO for normal life stuffs, I’m taking conversational Japanese this semester in college! I’m so excited and I love it so far! Its really interesting to look at the grammatical differences between Japanese and English. I even bought a second hand romanized dictionary to study more. Really enjoying it.
Okay but practicing my bassoon is hard and I really wanna practice but the day just goes SHOOP and then its midnight and I’m sitting on my bed feeling like a failure of a music student 😂 I’m not pursuing a performance degree, I’m pursuing a music ed degree, but I still need to know all these scale and chord variations. I should really channel some energy into practicing, but I’m just so hyper fixated on writing these days. Well, I really only need a bare minimum of an hour a day, so I’ll work harder to keep up with it. 
D&D is going to be an experience on top of it all. I have a CoS campaign with my sister, mom and best friend, then I want to start a home brew with my friend group from band. I already did most of the work for it, but there’s still all sorts of stuff to prep (tho I pride myself on the ability to make NPCs on the fly!). 
Um, yeah. That’s It. That’s the update. Look forward to more content! Enjoy~!
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