#kny imagines

[dumbdemonslayertexts]

Kokushibo: now, you have the mark. You won't live past 25

Gyomei: joke's on you bitchassnigga, we all got tuberculosis from Tanjiro after he got off your femboy's freak train.

[nuwimoon]

giyuu is not jealous. no, seriously, he's not! he might have been glaring daggers at you all morning, but he's not blaming you – he knows you're a hashira, and that sometimes that means training with, well... other hashira.

it's only natural, of course. giyuu knows you wouldn't improve if you only trained with him 100% of the time. best to hone all your skills, learn a bit from everyone. it was safer that way.

and giyuu wanted you to be safe.

but did it have to be tengen?!

that huge muscly bastard who looked at you like he was shopping for a fourth wife. giyuu hated it, it made his blood boil – and he wasn't doing a very good job of hiding it from where he stood just far enough away, with his arms crossed and serene eyes that hid a turbulence of emotions.

"what's the matter with him?" tengen teased, clearly way too aware of what he was doing. it was no mistake that he decided to train shirtless this morning.

and you followed his gaze, finally turning around to see what he meant.

giyuu almost flinched when he saw you look his way, curious. he wanted to be seen, but also he didn't, and – ugh, it was complicated.

he didn't want you to think he was jealous. he was just protective.

obviously.

but like you knew you had him completely under a spell, you lifted your hand to wave at him. a soft smile adorned your lips. and finally, for what felt like hours, giyuu finally exhaled.

how could he worry about anyone else when you looked so happy to see him?

[nuwimoon]

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

[peachdues]

best friend!Sanemi who goes to help you pick out new bedsheets for the apartment you just moved into, because hey, what else are friends for?

You end up going with his pick — a simple, but cute set of white sheets decorated with little vines — completely unaware of the fact that Sanemi’s preference was influenced by the mental image of you, sprawled out atop those sheets, legs spread and begging for him.

He doesn’t stick around to help you put them on your mattress, but god, does he want to.

[nuwimoon]

Hiii I was wondering if you could write something for giyuu x reader where Reader play fights a lot and finally this one time giyuu let’s them win and let’s Reader “over power ” him

tysm for the request <33

warnings: a little suggestive

🌀

“is that a challenge?” you smirk, and giyuu already knows whats gonna come next

it was just your way of showing affection, your love language if you will. every little tease escalated onto playful pokes, heart warming chases and eventually two bodies intertwined falling onto the nearest surface as giyuu easily won

he wasn’t quite sure why you loved it so much considering you always lost, but he did love the way your cheeks went all red and your breath hitched when you were caged under him

this time, a little spark of curiosity came upon him. maybe it was how pretty you looked with your hair like that, or because you were wearing that new sweater you liked too much for him to risk damaging it, or maybe he just wanted the experience of being on the other side this time… having you cage him in instead. the thought alone made his heart beat faster

so when your bodies hit and your hands flew and the two of you tumbled onto the ground… giyu pulled back. his hands hovered in surrender, not touching, as you sat so beautifully straddling his lap, fisting his shirt as your mouth opened in an “oh” of recognition and then a victorious little smile

his breathing completely stopped

“finally!” you beamed, smugly. “better train harder, water hashira” you teased

giyuu didnt think he’d ever worry about winning again

[fatallyflawed-writings]

I'm still working in Kimetsu Animation studio pt 2 but....

Would folks be interested in a one-shot, imagine, or headcanons on Demon Slayer (Giyuu centered) x Silent Hill?

Silent Hill f's environments got my brain churning, and with spooky month in a few days, I thought it may be a fun idea.

Would you be interested?

Yes, if it's w/ reader insert

Yes, if there is no reader/oc

Not my thing

Different response (comment below)

Voting ended onOct 6, 2025

If I see an interest, I might go for it. Also had potential ideas for Sanemi and Obanai with Silent Hill as well.

[liliacsdelight]

KNY Men v.s "Please... take some out."

Demon Slayer Men x BlackFem!Reader

KNY men with you all soft and overwhelmed, whispering “please… take some out.” Each man reacts in his own way, but they all push you deeper. This post includes: Himejima Gyōmei, Tomioka Giyū, Uzui Tengen, Haganezuka Hotaru(sexy sword smith), Sanemi Shinazugawa, Akaza, and Kokushibō.

❤︎18+ 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓓𝓸 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽 ❤︎

Himejima Gyōmei

Gyōmei is massive everywhere, and you feel it most between your legs. His dick drags too deep, blunt head bullying your cervix until you’re whimpering. You gasp it out—“please, take some out.” He pauses, prayer beads slipping through his thick fingers as if he’s debating mercy. His voice comes ragged: “Forgive me, but I cannot.” Instead of easing up, he rocks forward deeper, slow and grinding, making you choke. His chest heaves above you, sweat dripping, as he whispers almost reverently, “Your body was made to endure me.” He holds you open with his weight, thrusts deliberate, each one testing your limit. When you cry out again, his thumb finds your clit—giving you pleasure as punishment. His dick stays rooted, never giving an inch back, until you break around him.

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Tomioka Giyū

Giyū pretends restraint, but once he’s in, it’s all quiet cruelty. His dick is thick enough to make you see stars when he bottoms out. You whine, “Giyū…please, take some out.” He doesn’t respond—just breathes through his nose, watching your face twist. He pulls back an inch like he’ll listen, then slams the whole length in again, stealing your air. “Too much?” His voice is flat, almost mocking, the faintest smirk tugging his mouth. Then he starts with shallow, teasing thrusts, just the head stroking your soaked walls until you’re begging for the depth he just denied. When you beg again for relief, he buries himself to the hilt and holds you down. “You’ll take all of it. That’s what you asked for.”

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Uzui Tengen

Tengen makes it a performance. He’s big, flashy, and he knows it—the stretch of him inside you makes your thighs tremble. You gasp, nails clawing his jeweled arms, “please, Tengen, take some out.” He laughs, low and dazzling, hips never slowing. “Oh, you’re too sweet. Too good at begging.” He gives you a shallow roll of his hips, cockhead nudging your sweet spot just to watch you shiver, then slams the rest in with a groan. “Sound like music when you cry.” He alternates—teasing you with shallow strokes, then punishing you with the full length. His wives taught him patience, but with you? He breaks it, pushing until your voice cracks. He kisses your tears, grinning, “Flashy girls can take it flashy. Don’t hold back for me.”

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Haganezuka Hotaru

The swordsmith is unhinged in bed, just like in his forge. He’s rough, obsessive, cock blunt and heavy when it sinks too deep. You cry out, “please, Hotaru, take some out.” His mask is off, his grin wild as he presses harder. “You think I’m letting go after all this work? No. You’ll take the thing.” He pounds into you, every thrust a strike, sharp and relentless, muttering curses between gasps. He smears sweat and soot across your thighs as he grips you open wider. His obsession is you now, not steel. When you sob into his shoulder, he growls, “Cry louder. Means I forged you right.” He stays buried deep until his cum overflows, filling you the way he hammers his steel—with manic devotion.

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Sanemi Shinazugawa

He hears the tremor in your voice—“please…take some out”—and the way it makes him hum is almost tender. He doesn’t hesitate; his voice rough and sure. “You think you get to ask me to ease up?” Then he shoves back in, hard and deliberate. When you beg between moans, he leans close, breath hot, and mocks you with a rasped, “Shut up and take it.” His fingers braid into your coils, chin jabbing so you look at him while he fucks you, watching your plush lips part. He slaps your ass, hard, then buries himself deeper as if to prove a point—every inch taken, no mercy given. He keeps going until your legs tremble and your body folds around him, raw and full, and even then he doesn’t slow—just holds you there, teeth bared and breathing hard, like he’s claimed you by force of will.

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Akaza

Akaza is hunger incarnate. His cock stretches you raw, bottoming out too easily. You choke, “Akaza, please…take some out.” He snarls, thrusting harder, voice shaking with lust. “No. I want it all. I want to ruin you.” He pins your wrists, presses you down, fucking you through every plea. The slick sounds are obscene, wet and constant, your rich skin shining with sweat as he drives deeper. His demon strength makes it worse—you can’t move, can’t breathe as his cock drills deep, each thrust stealing sound from your throat. He bites your shoulder bloody, groaning against your skin. “I’ll tear this pussy apart if I have to. Beg again—makes me harder.” He doesn’t pull back, not even an inch, until he spills inside you hot and endless, grinding deeper as if trying to brand you from the inside.

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Kokushibō

Kokushibō is cold precision. His cock is long, thick, brutal in its stretch. You gasp, broken, “please…take some out.” Six eyes burn down on you, unblinking. “Pathetic.” His voice is a sneer as he thrusts deeper, forcing every inch into your trembling body, cock pistoning until your vision spots. He slows only to watch—to see how your cunt struggles to take him, how your tears shine under moonlight. “Your body denies me, yet it grips like it craves me. Which is it?” He pulls back shallow, just to give you a moment of false relief—then drives the full length home again, making you scream. He doesn’t stop until you’re shaking, ruined, creaming around him despite your pleas. Tears cling to your lashes, trembling before spilling down in glistening streaks. His aftershocks are cruel—grinding deeper while whispering, “I will never take less.”

❤︎𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓫𝔂 𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 ❤︎

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[fanficsat12am]

Alone in the Current

Giyu x reader pairing prompt: reader dealing with Giyu who can’t make friends

wc: 500 words

📜 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃!! 📜

First impressions alone, Tomioka looked like a lone wolf. He was always sitting by himself with a gaze sharply staring at the distance, lost in thought. Whenever you would try to start a conversation, his response was short and direct to the point. This carried on to missions together as well, rarely hearing a peep from the Water Hashira. With how distant he is, you’d think he’d much rather have silence as his companion. So imagine your surprise when he had suddenly come up to you with your favorite dessert on hand out of the blue.

“You said you liked them…”, he said as he blankly stared at the dessert and offered it up to you.

You mentioned it so offhandedly that it was surprising he'd even remembered. Taking it, you looked at him before taking a bite, finding the treat to actually be really yummy. You don't miss the small smile that forms on his face as he watches you much away.

From then on, Giyu continued to bring you small tokens and treats you liked, with you offering to share it between the two of you, blossoming into a little tradition between you. Only after getting to know him do you finally understand the true reason behind his silence. The guy was garbage at social interactions. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to try.

Together, you both think up ideas on how to get him to befriend the others. A friendly lunch with Rengoku, inviting Muichiro to train, and even treating Mitsuri to some sakura mochi—the last one being the most dangerous one with the way Obanai stared at him with a glare that could kill for weeks. You make sure to watch him do the plans in a distance, just in case it fails or Sanemi slices his head off. It’s heartbreaking to see some of the other hashiras, mainly Sanemi and Obanai, reject his efforts. The way his eyes would get a bit dimmer and the corners of his mouth would turn down. You once had to stop yourself from smacking Obanai in the back of the head after calling Giyu stupid for even trying.

“Ne ne, Tomioka-san~ It’s not like you to be so friendly with the other hashiras. Have you been feeling ill recently?” Shinobu says as she takes a seat beside him, tilting her head and sending him her signature smile.

Tomioka looks at her for a moment before turning his gaze somewhere else. She thought it was just another one of his attempts at ignoring her, the Insect Hashira all too familiar with his cold personality. That was until a chorus of laughter erupted from where he had his eyes on, finding you and Rengoku as the culprit. As she sees you practically folding in laughter, she doesn’t miss the way a small smile worms its way onto the corner of Giyu’s mouth. It didn’t take a doctor to tell that the boy wasn’t catching a cold, but instead something else.