#giyuu x reader

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How it feels logging onto Tumblr to read fics after joining a new fandom

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When y/n does something so ridiculous you make this face

[minautoluvo]

“But hes not even real?!?”

And..you thought that would stop me?

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⋆˚ ✿ ˖ ࣪ taking giyuu’s virginity

you feel the curve of your ass collide with giyuu’s pelvis, the sound of clap! clap! clap! filling the walls of his bedroom as you bounce up and down on his cock, your hands placed firmly on his shoulders as he whimpers out in pleasure and his brows furrow while looking up at you with those deep blue eyes of his, consumed with lust despite his inexperience.

he’s never done this before, his hands shaky while kneading on the plush of your hips, his own stuttering in an attempt to meet with your pace. he wants to be the one to fuck you, to be the man and take charge. but he couldn’t, not when your velvet walls were sucking him in with so much need, fluttering against his shaft as his tip kisses your cervix every time you sink down with his cock.

he chokes out a moan as he watches the way your tits bounce and the way your face scrunches in pleasure when your head throws back, wondering just how he managed to get such a pretty girl to take his virginity, wondering how lucky he’d gotten. you mewl out as you feel giyuu’s hand reach for the bottom of your waist, guiding you up and down on his cock as he feels himself grow desperate for his own release, his cock pulsating against your walls.

“you feel so good, giyuu.”, you whine, feeling your burning pleasure build up in your stomach as his tip abuses your sweet spot along with the friction of your clit rubbing against his pelvis as you sink down completely on his cock.

he feels his cheeks heat up at your praise, choking out a whimper as he looks up at you, bouncing on his cock with your face contouring in pleasure while you bite the bottom of your lip, “t-think m’ gonna…”, giyuu trails with wide eyes and a bobble of his adam’s apple.

“yeah? c’mon, cum with me. please.”, you plea with a high pitched moan, wrapping your arms around giyuu’s neck to pull him in closer as you continue fucking yourself dumb on his cock, your pleasure on the edge of tipping over with your fluttering walls sucking giyuu deep inside you.

and with a few more thrusts of his cock and a brush to your clit, you soon feel your gummy walls clench around giyuu’s shaft over and over with a huge shot of pleasure hitting you at once, a gasp coming from his lips at the sensation and causing him to unexpectedly shoot his seed inside you as he struggles to contain his pleasure.

whining at the warmth growing in your core, giyuu lets out a breath, his chest heavy as he can only mutter an apology with shaky hands, watching the way his cum drips down your thighs and feeling his cock twitch at the sight.

[windtoweem]

Being Tanjiro and Nezuko’s older sibling

Tw! Nothing really

Platonic

Reader’s gender and age isn’t stated but reader is older than Tanjiro and Nezuko, thinking about 18 years old

Dynamic with the siblings

They adore you, absolutely worships the ground you walk on

Remember Tanjiro’s Mr. Giyuu? That’s both of them with you

They’re your little ducklings 🥰

Both of them are relatively clingy, but Nezuko is definitely more open about it than Tanjiro

You absolutely have to force him to relax and rest, especially when he bends over backwards to help everyone

Both of them like to sneak into your bed and lay there with you, just like they did before Muzan came

They’re your #1 supporters for life

Nezuko loves to turn into her toddler form and just be held by you

Tanjiro just holds your hand a lot, still remembering that he’s a child too. He can take a break

Dynamic with Kamaboko squad + Kanao and Genya

Sooo you’re the squads’ big sibling

You have to deal with their shenanigans that may or may not get a normal person killed

But good thing none of you are normal people

Inosuke wants to fight you for “leader”

Zenitsu begs you to tell him everything about Nezuko when she was a child

Genya gets so flustered around you and tries to push you away, but you really remind him of ‘Nemi before everything happened so he won’t fight back for long

Kanao was definitely the one to recognize the older sibling affection you have and silently asks for it like a puppy just begging with wide eyes

Dynamics with hashira

Mitsuri absolutely eats up all of the older sibling affection, she’s the eldest sibling herself but she wouldn’t mind experiencing being the younger sibling for a change

Shinobu really gets taken back to a time where Kanae was alive, it’s bittersweet for her but will never ask you to stop

Big brother giyuu finally gets a break.. wrong. He gets adopted into the sibling dynamics. He has no say

Obanai most likely doesn’t like you at all, but since you’re older he does tolerate you

Muichiro is adopted. Not by your choice. By his.

Kyojuro honestly asks you to watch over his younger brother for a bit since he certainly doesn’t want him alone in the house with his father

Gyomei is just very happy to be in the presence of a pure and loving sibling relationship from both sides

Tengen insists for you to be his student since your younger brother and his friends are so impressive

Sanemi mellows down with you, it’s honestly kinda scary but you make him nostalgic for a time before

Taisho era secret:

I heard that Muzan screamed when he saw you because he thought you were the first user of sun breathing

[hermusicpersona]

Giyuu literally wrote to Urokodaki "i did smth illegal as a demon slayer and as a hashira but i ll send said illegal thing to you so that you can be part of it AND risk your life for it as a demon slayer and as a hashira" and Urokodaki just wrote back "bet"

Like Giyuu had his doubts about himself and all that depressed shit but him and Urokodaki were like this 🤞🏻

[vrystalius]

Fell first — Fell harder.

Who fell first and who fell harder in love? You or them?

Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Gyomei, Giyuu x gn!hashira!reader

Genre: Fluff

Note: Demons version over here

Sanemi Shinazugawa // Wind Hashira.

He fell first and harder.

It was a little crush at first. He admired you from the side, denying and saying to himself that you are not interested in him anyways, so Sanemi doesn’t allow himself the pleasure of even fantasising about taking you out or you liking him back. Firstly, you could never and don’t deserve a man like him, secondly, Sanemi doesn’t deserve you either.

Bottling up his feelings for you ended up being much worse for him. The overwhelming need to be near you all the time, jealousy bubbling up inside his stomach when someone’s being a little too touchy with you. Every thought began to circle around you and it began to drive him mad, really.

You still tease him about it every now and then about how Sanemi used to stutter and be all shy around you until you finally took the first step to ask him out. He doesn’t appreciate the teasing and always denies it— you definitely fell for him first, not the other way around. Totally.

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Kyojuro Rengoku // Flame Hashira.

You fell first, he fell harder.

How can someone fall for him? He is compassionate, bright, caring, strong, a family man and so much more— Kyojuro didn’t make it exactly hard to let your heart choose him as your next crush. You were hesitant to make a move though, content with admiring him from afar and kicking your legs in the air when you think about the way you caught how his sweaty muscle flexed during training today.

Although you began liking him first, the realisation that he liked you too hit him harder than being tossed across the forest by a demon. It felt a little scary at first how he kept getting distracted by you and his thoughts kept revolving around you, so much to the point he had to confess or else he felt like he is about to explode from keeping all his feelings to himself.

Kyojuro never realised you actually loved him first, but is incredibly thankful nonetheless that you do anyway. After you randomly mentioned to him once, he was actually really flabbergasted and incredibly honoured.

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Gyomei Himejima // Stone Hashira.

He fell first, you fell harder.

Gyomei felt guilty for developing feelings for you. He was sure you had no interest in being with someone that is doing the same work you do and all the heavy baggage that comes with it: going out during odd hours, the pain and injuries, the worrying about if the other is going to come back alive or the death announcement being delivered over a crow— he was sure you wanted a little bit of normalcy in your life, so he avoided the thoughts that seemed to circle you lately.

You fell much harder than he did. You couldn’t stop blushing around him to the point that even Gyomei could feel the heat radiating off your body and checking if you have a fever by touching your forehead, making you heat up even more. You can’t help but really begin to love the hunk of a man that is a walking green flag. You couldn’t help but confess to him one day and hope for the best.

Gyomei can’t help but smile every time you mention your early feelings for him. He feels silly for being hesitant about his feelings for you whenever you talk about how your feelings were gnawing at your brain until you finally confessed. It’s adorable, he thinks.

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Giyuu Tomioka // Water hashira.

He fell first, he fell harder, he almost died while confessing.

Giyuu melted everytime he saw you. On the inside, that is. On the outside, Giyuu only eyed you occasionally and tried to keep his, what he thought to be a small crush at first, at bay and as secretive as possible. This is only temporary and his feelings will pass soon. But for now, he will mentally berate you for your choice in unhealthy foods and stare at the ceiling at night, wondering if you are safe and sound right now.

This “little crush” of his began to get a little out of hand. Giyuu could tell that his feelings were getting a little out of hand as he kept loosing focus and getting beat and kicked to the ground by the other hashira, mostly Sanemi for some reason, during training and rolling over in bed over and over while loosing sleep over if you are still alive. He began to fantasise about being in a relationship with you every now and then, only to become depressed afterwards about how impossible and unreachable that fantasy is.

Giyuu knows confessing to you was one of the best things he ever did, you falling in love with him as well was so surprising to him, he almost thought he was being manipulated by a demon or you were a skinwalker of sorts. But now that he has you secure in his arms as he admires your sleeping face, he realises that yes, this is real and that you’re not going anywhere.

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Author’s note. Thank you for reading!

I finally know what colour to paint my nails in my Douma cosplay after the trailer dropped— AND I can finally colour in my fans the way he had it in the trailer too UGHHH the trailer took me outtttt

Also why is the first pic in Kyo’s banner so delicious

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <33

[barelyalivesstuff]

Mrs.Tomioka—⁠☆

Summary: Giyuu's confused—why everyone is so shocked that you're his wife?

Warnings: fluff, emo Giyuu(kinda), who is also comfused as hell, wife!reader x husband!Giyuu and lots of fluff.

Characters: Giyuu Tomioka

A/N: I loooove this emotionally constipated boi :3.

Giyuu doesn’t understand why people think he’s strange.

He doesn’t talk much, yes—but he speaks when needed.

He doesn’t smile often, but what reason is there to smile when the world is still this full of blood and ash?

He does his work. He follows orders. He returns alive. That should be enough.

And yet—

Every time he walks into the mansion, the other Hashira go quiet.

Sanemi looks away. Shinobu’s lips curve like she’s holding back something. Mitsuri beams and waves like he’s a rare creature who wandered out of the woods.

He doesn’t mind. Not really. He’s used to being misunderstood.

But lately…things have gotten worse.

Because of you.

He first met you years ago.

A small Wisteria Crest house at the foot of a mountain—the air smelled faintly of herbs and tea leaves. You greeted every wounded slayer with the same soft tone, the same careful hands.

You didn’t treat him differently when he came in bleeding and silent.

You didn’t ask him why he never talked.

You just said, “Welcome home. Sit, please.”

He remembered those words more than he should have.

Now you’re his wife. Quietly. Secretly. A simple ceremony witnessed by Ubuyashiki-sama himself. No fanfare, no announcement.

Just you, smiling under the wisteria trees.

He still doesn’t understand why you agreed to it.

Sometimes, when he watches you brew tea, your sleeves brushing against the wooden counter, your face looking soo calm, kind—even pretty, he thinks maybe he doesn’t need to understand.

The first time it almost comes out is stupid.

You send him off with a small bento box—rice shaped like tiny fish, wrapped neatly in cloth.

He doesn’t notice Shinobu’s sharp gaze when he sets it beside him at the mansion during the meeting.

“Cute lunch, Tomioka-san,” she says, that poison-sweet smile of hers in place. “Did one of the Kakushi make that for you?”

“No,” he answers plainly.

“...Oh?”

He doesn’t elaborate.

Shinobu’s smile tightens. Mitsuri leans forward, curious. “Then who made it, Giyuu-san? It’s so cute!”

He looks down at the fish-shaped rice ball. He can still hear your voice that morning—‘Don’t skip meals again, alright?’ which forced his heart to flutter.

He simply says, “Someone.”

They don’t let him live it down for days.

Sometimes, after missions, Giyuu goes to the Wisteria House—your house, the one you choose to live in.

It’s quiet there—a peaceful one, not like the depressing one his estate is swallowed by. He leaves his blade by the door and sits where you tell him to.

You wrap his wounds with steady hands, humming softly. Sometimes he talks—only to you. Sometimes you tease him gently for his serious face, and he blinks at you, confused at how you can make something inside him unclench so easily.

When you smile, the corners of his mouth twitch upward before he even realizes it.

The next day, when Tanjiro spots him smiling faintly to himself, the boy looks alarmed.

“Giyuu-san, are you okay? Did something good happen?”

“...No,” he says.

He doesn’t understand why Tanjiro looks even more concerned.

One afternoon, you deliver some herbs to the Butterfly Estate. You greet the girls there with polite warmth—and when you pass Shinobu, you bow respectfully.

She almost doesn’t recognize you until you turn—and Giyuu is standing right behind you, carrying your basket without a word.

“Ah, Tomioka-san,” Shinobu says slowly. “Helping…the Wisteria House?”

“Yes.”

Your soft laugh betrays him instantly.

“He insisted on carrying it. I told him it’s fine.”

Shinobu stares between you both, her brow lifting, mouth curling into something dangerously amused.

“Oh? How gentlemanly of you, Tomioka-san.”

He doesn’t see what’s funny about it. He’s your husband. Of course he’d carry the basket.

Later that evening, Mitsuri corners him outside.

“Giyuu-san!” she gushes. “Who’s that lovely woman? The Wisteria one? You two looked so sweet together!”

He blinks at her. “…She’s my wife.”

Mitsuri freezes.

“…Your…what?”

“Wife,” he repeats.

Her scream echoes through the estate.

By the next day, everyone knows.

Sanemi storms into the training yard like a thundercloud. “You’re married? How the hell did that happen?”

“I asked,” Giyuu says.

“You—” Sanemi chokes on air. “And she said yes, TO YOU ?”

He nods.

Shinobu looks like she’s seconds away from fainting from suppressed laughter. “Tomioka-san, I must admit, this is rather...shocking news.”

Mitsuri’s the only one genuinely happy. She hugs you the next time she sees you and gushes about how cute the two of you are together.

Tanjiro, meanwhile, nearly bows himself into the ground when he realizes you’re his superior’s wife.

“Giyuu-san! I didn’t know! Congratulations!”

Giyuu just blinks. “It wasn’t a secret. I just didn’t say it.”

“...That’s the definition of a secret, Giyuu-san.”

He still doesn’t get it.

That night, back home, the world is quiet again.

You’re sitting outside beneath the wisteria vines, a book in your lap. The evening wind moves gently through your hair.

He joins you, sitting beside you with his sword laid down beside him. For a while, there’s only the sound of crickets and your soft humming.

Then you glance up at him.

“So…they know now?”

He nods once.

“And?”

“They were…loud.”

You laugh softly—a heart melting one, tilting your head toward him. “Did they tease you?”

He looks at you—at your calm, gentle eyes, the small smile tugging at your lips—and lets out a slow breath in weariness and to calm his raging heart.

“Yes.”

You reach over, brushing his sleeve lightly. “You’ll survive.”

He doesn’t say it, but when you rest your head on his shoulder and the wisteria petals fall around you both, he thinks this—this quiet, ordinary peace—is something he will fight to survive for.

He still doesn’t understand people very well.

But he understands the way your laughter feels like sunlight.

He understands how the scent of tea and wisteria means home.

And he understands that when everyone else talks too loudly, the quiet between your breaths is where he finds peace.

So maybe it doesn’t matter if no one understands him.

Because you do.

And that’s more than enough.

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