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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 🤞🏻
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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18+ giyuu loves fucking you dumb . . . ❤︎ ⋮ requested.
tomioka giyuu had changed. there was no trace of the giyuu who was shy and hesitant — too shy to even brush your fingers, trembling when he touched you, couldn’t even meet your gaze after you kissed him. in his place was still the same person, just bolder now with no hesitation in ruining you in his cock like you were made for it.
“gi—giyuu, aahh! i can’t—haah—nnnghh oh my god—“ you’re slurring, incoherent cries pushing past your lips as he pounded into you with deep, brutal thrusts, hitting the same exact spot that had your head spinning. “quiet down, my love.. people are gonna hear you.” his tone was gentle, but the way he drove into you said otherwise. you felt embarrassed of the obscene noises that slipped of your sopping cunt, wet shlicks echoing every time he pulled back to plunge into you again twice as hard.
cream frothed around his length, forming a ring around the base of his cock as you let out a loud yelp from the sheer force of him slamming into you. sweat glossed over your body, tears slipped out the corners of your eyes, and drool leaked from your lips. you looked wrecked beneath him — helpless and pathetic — body jolting as you shuddered around him once again.
the sheets were drenched, his cock glistening with your arousal, dripping down both your thighs. but his pace didn’t slow, not even in the slightest as your orgasm crashed over you, fucking you through it just to watch the way your body squirmed. he kissed the corner of your lips — messy and sweet — while pushing you down into the mattress, a contrast that had you clenching harder. he shifted slightly just to make you take him deeper, groaning softly as your walls gripped him tightly.
“too—too much—aahhh—feel it everywhere—!” your thighs shook nonstop, nails digging into his skin to hold onto the remnants of your consciousness as he fucked it away. “i know it’s too much, but you can take it for me, can’t you?” his free hand cups your cheek, thumb stroking tenderly even when he’s driving into you so roughly. you felt another wave of pleasure incoming, your body tensing up again. you didn’t have to tell him. he already knew from the way your gummy walls fluttered around him, pulsating a rhythm that told him you were close.
“that’s it—just one more. you don’t have to think, i’ll do it all for you.” his hand settled in between your thighs, thumb rubbing circles on your clit. your eyes rolled back, completely out of it as the overstimulation sent overwhelming sensations throughout your body. you hadn’t realised you had shuddered all over him again, only broken cries of his name playing like a broken record in the bedroom. “doing so good for me, my love. give me more, will you?”
he’s still pounding into you, hard, kissing you to swallow your moans that came too loud. your vision flashed black and white, sobbing as you trembled violently, cumming over and over again. and when you came hard again for the last time — body falling limp, vision blurring, and babbling nonsense — he pulled you close immediately after, still buried in you, cradling your head to your chest.
he was merciless, but his eyes held nothing but love.
© lucidsei
18+ MDNI | NSFW – GIYUU TOMIOKA
Thinking about GIYUU who'd have you chest to chest, your useless legs thrown over his shoulders, him pressing you down into the bed as his cock rams into your cunt with slow, messy thrusts as his hips stutter.
He's panting into your ear like a dog in heat, both of you acting like you're two bunnies going at for hours. How many times did he cum inside you already? Four–? No, five times maybe? His cum is dripping out of your already filled pussy, making a huge mess on the now cum-stained sheets. His cock twitches inside of your cunt, and he whimpers oh-so-prettily against your ear.
He'd have his face buried in the crook of your neck, hands gripping your hips like he's afraid he'll float away if he did. His pants are getting louder and heavier, hotness hitting your skin. Whimpers leaving his pretty plump lips, moaning into your skin.
He plants kisses under your ear, rutting into your messy pussy like he'll die if he stays still for too long. Biting at your earlobe, nipping and kissing around your ear as he makes the prettiest sounds imaginable.
"Hahh~ ngh‐ agh! Darli–ing! Hngh, please, please, please, just—just one more, okay?"
His teeth graze the space below your ear, and you swear that the same moment Giyuu gripped your thighs and pushed them up your chest, he had lost himself completely in pleasure.
The fat head of his cock hit your cervix repeatedly, and when he finally shot his sticky load into your sensitive cunt, his deep blue eyes rolled back and he let out the prettiest, filthiest moan known to mankind.
Save to say, you two went for another round when his cum didn't want to stay inside you.
© 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 ²⁰²⁵
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Imma be honest, the way bro was moving in the film made my jaw drop the entire time! Like I didn’t know bro could move like that! 😭
husband!giyu is secretly a softie (but just for you ᨳଓ࿔)
most people think your husband is an... odd man. stoic at best, aloof at worse.
they all thought it was weird when the pretty new hashira started dating such a man, surely you could have whoever you want. imagine their surprise when you actually got engaged – who could imagine the stern water hashira getting on one knee?!
but they had it all wrong, you see, because with you? giyu was as soft as could be.
there was rarely a morning you didn't wake up all wrapped up in his arms, face squished against his chest. oh, were you cold? don't worry, giyu was pulling you in tight without a word, rubbing his hands all over your back and making sure the blanket was tucked just under your chin. he didn't care if it meant his feet were uncovered, at least you were nice and warm!
meals were always made by him, complete with breakfast in bed when you both happened to have more free time. giyu loved making you his favourites, bonding over food always a big thing for him, but the most important thing for him was learning your favourites
whenever you came home after a particularly tough training session, giyu was always ready for you. "you worked too hard again" he'd say in his monotone, pulling your tired feet onto his lap. "stop making me worry about you" he complains with a barely concealed pout, rubbing your soles with skiller fingers
but of course he'd never stop worrying about you. you were the most important person in giyu's life, and maybe he wasn't the best with words – but he made it damn sure to show you with actions every single hour of the day
Giyuu was NOT playing around with his retirement plan
Do you guys see that grip like LET IT BREATHE
"Tanjiro STOP JOKING this kind of green doesn't go with my haori I can't mess that up." -Giyuu probably
kny men falling obsessively in love with you after getting poisoned
Pairings: Kyojuro x reader; Sanemi x reader; Giyu x reader
Word Count: 4,3k
Warnings: it's getting heated but no real smut y'all, horny hashira so be aware, fluff fluff fluff
Links to pics underneath the tags!
