calming angry rafe down..... i NEEEEEED himmmm asdfghjkl
“wanna talk about it?” you ask softly, leaning toward him, your hopeful gaze searching his face.
he shakes his head faintly, eyes closing as he rests his head back against the seat. “nothing to talk about. just topper being topper—trying to get me to break his fucking kneecaps.” his tone is flat, but the undercurrent of frustration is unmistakable.
you blink at his casual mention of violence, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder. “he doesn’t like me very much, does he?”
at your words, rafe’s irritation flares visibly, his fingers flexing as if resisting the urge to punch something. “he just needs to piss off. fuck,” he growls, his voice low and rough. “and i know—i know—he can’t stand it. he hates that i get close to someone he can’t touch, someone who’s fucking mine. he’s a pissy little bitch, and the next time i see him—”
“rafe,” you interrupt softly, sensing the dangerous direction his thoughts are heading. “calm down…” you murmur, your voice soothing as you lean in to press a featherlight kiss to his cheek.
his breathing is still uneven, his chest rising and falling with controlled restraint. “you’re getting way too worked up,” you whisper, cradling his face with one hand, your thumb grazing along the sharp line of his cheekbone.
his lips remain tight, his gaze hard, but he doesn’t pull away. you take the opportunity to scatter soft kisses across his cheeks, the corner of his mouth, and finally his lips. your touch is gentle, alternating between quick pecks and lingering brushes. at first, he’s unresponsive, but slowly he starts kissing back, his lips yielding to yours in unspoken surrender.
you trail your kisses lower, down along the line of his jaw to his neck. you feel the tension in his shoulders begin to ease, the tightness in his posture softening under the warmth of your lips.
your hand glides down his chest, your fingertips barely grazing the ridges of his abs, tracing slow, soothing patterns. his breaths come slower now, steadier, the anger slowly ebbing away with each kiss you leave on his skin.
rafe remains still, his arms resting at his sides, his body still tense under your gentle touch and then your hands find the edge of his sweatpants.
your hand is halfway in when he tenses, "you don't have to do this—" he starts but you're cutting him off. "i want to." you whisper softly and he knows you want to, you've been trying and asking for days. he was the one to insist you go slower which was fair since you were the one who wanted to go slow in the very beginning. that all changed the moment you two made out for the first time. you'd quickly thrown 'slow' in the trash.
you kiss your way back to his lips, "will you tell me how?" you'd seen videos and could also imagine what to do but actually doing it was a lot different. rafe hums against your lips, "take it out first," he mutters with his lips inching yours.
you glance down and slowly take his semi-hard cock out of his pants. you stare at it for a couple of seconds. it's heavier than you'd imagined, fat and veiny with this glossy pink tip that makes your mouth water just a little. without a word from rafe, you're curiously running your hand along it.
you don't expect rafe to tense at your touch and you're immediately looking up at him in surprise when he does. "did that hurt? did i just hurt you?" you ask and his smile is genuine, "quite the opposite." he rasps and then his hand is covering yours gently. he guides your hands up and down along his fat cock and you're a little mesmerised watching it slowly grow in size.
rafe's heavy breathing tells you it's going good so far but you want to get it in your mouth. the nerd in you is trying to calculate how it would even be possible, how you could get such a big dick past your lips without choking on it.
you're lowering your head to get him into your mouth when he stops you gently, fingers on your chin. "no teeth." he explains and you're nodding before you're desperately trying to get down there again. he stops you, again. "just..take it easy, start with the tip and slowly take more." he continues, eyes boring into yours. you could see the lust in them, just pooling in his eyes as he watched you practically drool to get his cock in your mouth.
the moment he let go of you, your tongue was darting out just enough to slowly lick along his fat tip. rafe hissed and gripped the car handle, "fuck," he whispered lowly. you pulled back and looked at it. you weren't sure why you expected it to do something and when it didn't, you just gave it another experimental lick before slowly wrapping your lips around the tender head, suckling gently.
"that's it, baby..take it easy.." rafe is muttering as you suckle on his warm tip. you hesitate for only a second before you're taking more of him in your mouth and you don't expect the tears to come so quickly. they don't really bother you. you realize nothing really bothers you while he's in your mouth. your mind has gone completely empty, void of any noise or thought, he's all you can feel, all you can sense is him filling you up.
it doesn't take long before you're bopping your head up and down and drooling all over his cock. rafe is groaning and grunting every couple of seconds and his hands are in your hair but you can feel him resisting, can feel the moment he wants to push your head down but every time, he stops himself and just lets you go at your own pace.
you whimper when you attempt for the third time to get his entire lenght down your throat and almost want to cry in frustration that he just won't fit. rafe is holding your head back, trying to say something but continously getting cut off by his own moans. "p-perfect, baby, fuck, that's perfect.." he tilts his head back and holds onto you so you stop moving for five seconds. you were eager, so goddamn determined. "stop forcing..you'll hurt yourself." he grunts before he's letting you go and your mouth is right back on his cock, seeking that fuzzy feeling, that instant quietening of the mind.
you know he won't fit unless rafe bucks his hips up and fucks your mouth and you know he won't do that so you settle for using your hands for the part of him you can't reach. you stroke him up and down and your drool helps keep it all smooth and wet. "jesus..fuck, fuck.." rafe moans, voice low, and then you're speeding up, just a little. you just want more, want it to take you over, want to make rafe feel good.
something seems to snap in him because his hands fly to your hair and he's groaning, shoving your head down onto his fat cock. he forces you to take more and more of him and the noises you make are filthy and down-right obscene. you're whining, high, and desperate around his veiny cock as you try to keep up with how he's pushing your head down over and over.
you're choking around him, tears streaming down your cheeks and he's doing all the work now, gripping your hair and shoving your head down, pushing your mouth onto his cock. "g-god..that's it..!" his hips stutter, and then he's hurriedly pulling your mouth off of him as his cum squirts out and covers his cock and a bit of his shirt.
you stare at his tip, a little dazed while you catch your breath. you watch the creamy white lines cover it and without giving it much thought, you're licking the cum off his length and tip. rafe hisses at the feeling of your tongue on his sensitive tip, "if i knew you wanted it, i would've come in your mouth." he's mumbling, and only then do you look at him, "why didn't you?" you ask, mind still a little fuzzy.
"because a lot of people don't like it." he's got this lazy smile on his face as he runs his fingers through your hair. you blink at him and try to think of a reason someone wouldn't want it. all that hard work for nothing?
"did you like it?" you ask him as he sadly puts himself back in his sweats. he's chuckling, "did i like it? that has to be a rhetorical question." he pats his leg gently and you're on his lap in a matter of seconds. "i liked it." you mutter as he presses a couple of kisses to your lips. he pauses and cups your cheeks gently, "are you sure you liked it?" he's whispering softly, "you seem..out of it."
you were out of it; eyes still dilated, mind still fuzzy, brain still empty. you'd never ever felt like this. "i'm really sure i liked it." you nod and rest your head on his shoulder. "i wanna do it again." you confess which has him chuckling again. "you won't hear a complaint from me.
Can I request a Giyu x reader fic where like reader is just out taking a stroll when she’s suddenly attacked by a demon and Giyu saves her. But instead of being in shock or scared reader fell for him at first sight and is like “yup, I’m becoming a demon slayer now” and follows him around like Tanjiro in that one scene, repeatedly asking Giyu to train her.
love this idea, i even made it funnyyyyy. i really enjoyed writing this one
synopsis: a late-night walk turns into an unexpected encounter with the quiet, unreadable giyuu tomioka and somehow, you can’t seem to stop following him after that.
pt 2 here
you weren’t supposed to be out this late.
the moon hung low over the forest path, painting everything silver. it was quiet—almost too quiet—and you were just enjoying the cool night breeze, humming softly to yourself, when you heard it.
that low, wet growl.
you turned your head, half expecting a wild animal. but then you saw it—pale skin, jagged teeth, claws like knives.
a demon.
you froze, brain short-circuiting for a solid three seconds before blurting out, “oh, hell no”
the demon lunged at you. you screamed—not a delicate, terrified scream, but one of pure offense. “no, no, no, no! am i going to die?”
and then a blur of blue and silver moved faster than your eyes could track.
a sword sliced clean through the demon’s neck, and the creature disintegrated into ash before it even hit the ground.
you stood there, blinking through the fading mist, and then you saw him.
black hair tied loosely, uniform clean despite the battle, and eyes that looked like deep water under moonlight. calm. unbothered. slightly sad.
you stared.
and just like that, you were gone.
“...oh my god,” you whispered. “he’s beautiful.”
•
giyuu sheathed his blade quietly, barely sparing you a glance. “you should go home. it’s dangerous here.”
you nodded, very seriously. “yeah, you’re right.”
he turned to leave.
you followed.
“where are you going?”
“with you,” you said instantly. “i’ve decided. that was so cool. you’re so cool. teach me how to do that. i’m becoming a demon slayer.”
he blinked at you once, twice, as if trying to process if you were joking.
“no.”
“yes.”
“no.”
“yes. you literally saved my life, so this feels meant to be. like fate.” you grinned, clasping your hands together. “do you train people?”
he sighed quietly, the faintest crease forming between his brows. “you need to go home. demon slaying isn’t something you just—decide.”
“well, i just did.”
“...why.”
“because you look cool,” you said bluntly. “and because purple’s my favourite color now.”
he stopped walking, turning to give you a look that could only be described as perplexed exhaustion. “...what?”
you gestured vaguely at him. “you. the whole thing you have going on. the serious vibe, the mysterious aura, the blue haori with the red side—it kind of looks purple in the dark. very aesthetic.”
he just stared at you for a long moment.
then, under his breath, he muttered, “this is why i don’t talk to people.”
“what was that?”
“nothing.”
you quickened your steps to keep up with him, your sandals crunching against the gravel. “so—when do we start training?”
“you’re not training with me.”
“when do we start training?”
he didn’t answer.
you took that as a sign to keep going.
“can i at least hold your sword?”
“no.”
“can i hold your haori?”
“no.”
“can i walk next to you?”
he hesitated for a fraction of a second before mumbling, “...fine.”
you lit up instantly, walking beside him like it was the greatest honor in the world. he glanced at you briefly—your bright eyes, your determined grin, the way your steps matched his despite your clear lack of any plan.
he didn’t get it. at all.
but for some reason… he didn’t tell you to stop.
•
the next day, you were still following him.
he had gone to report back to the corps, quiet as always, and there you were, skipping along the path like an excited puppy.
“you’re persistent,” he said at last, tone flat but not unkind.
you smiled up at him. “thank you.”
“that wasn’t—” he sighed again. “you shouldn’t be here. it’s dangerous.”
“so teach me to make it not dangerous,” you countered.
his jaw tightened. he said nothing, just kept walking.
you noticed, though, that his pace slowed a little.
and that night, when you almost tripped over a tree root and he instinctively caught your wrist before you fell, his hand lingered for a brief second—long enough for you to catch the faintest pink dusting his ears.
“you’re very serious, huh?” you teased.
he looked away. “someone has to be.”
you smiled, tugging lightly at his sleeve. “then i’ll make it my job to bother you until you smile.”
his eyes flicked toward you, calm and unreadable.
“good luck,” he said softly.
and though his tone was as quiet as ever, there was something there, something faintly amused.
you grinned, utterly undeterred. “challenge accepted.”
•
later that night, while the two of you rested near a small campfire, the silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable—it was oddly peaceful. you were watching the flames flicker when your stomach betrayed you with a loud growl.
giyuu looked up from his seated spot, blinking once.
you groaned, covering your face. “ignore that. i swear it’s the forest echoing.”
he didn’t respond. just blinked again.
you peeked through your fingers. “what’s your favorite food?”
his brows furrowed. “...what?”
“favorite food,” you repeated, scooting a little closer, chin in hand. “come on, everyone has one. something you like eating after a mission or whatever.”
“that’s… irrelevant.”
“humor me.”
he hesitated, clearly not used to being pressed like this. “...simmered salmon with daikon.”
you gasped, eyes widening. “no way! that’s my favorite too—well, maybe tied with sweet potatoes, but still!”
his lips parted, like he wanted to argue but couldn’t quite find the words.
you grinned wider. “see? we’re meant to be training partners. the food gods agree.”
“that’s not how fate works,” he murmured, turning his gaze back to the fire.
“sure it is. you save me, i follow you, we like the same food, you look amazing in blue—boom. destiny.”
for the briefest second, you thought you saw the corner of his mouth twitch upward.
just barely.
but it was there.
and you sat back, satisfied. “knew i’d get you to almost smile.”
he gave a soft sigh, the kind that sounded half defeated and half amused. “you’re annoying.”
“and you’re my new favorite person,” you replied easily.
he didn’t say it aloud, but as the firelight danced against his eyes, giyuu thought—just maybe, you weren’t the worst company after all.
•
by the third day, everyone in the corps had heard about the mysterious civilian who wouldn’t stop following giyuu tomioka around.
“are they together?” tanjiro had asked once, confused.
“no,” giyuu said immediately.
“so she’s…?”
“stubborn,” he muttered.
•
the next few days were… chaotic, for him.
everywhere he went, you were there.
if he went on patrol—you followed.
if he tried to train—you watched, eyes shining like you were studying a god at work.
and when he told you again not to follow him, you just nodded and kept walking behind him anyway, pretending not to hear.
“you really don’t listen,” he muttered one afternoon, glancing over his shoulder.
“i do,” you said cheerfully. “i just don’t obey.”
he blinked slowly, visibly regretting saving you. “you’re exhausting.”
“but, you would be bored without me around,” you teased.
he didn’t reply to that—he just turned away, but his ears were red again.
•
the funniest incident happened two nights later.
you were wandering near the hot spring he’d stopped at, promising yourself you’d finally convince him to train you tomorrow. you’d been curious where he disappeared to every evening—so, naturally, you decided to investigate.
you crept quietly through the bushes, tiptoeing like a professional stalker.
and there he was—half-submerged in the steaming water, his dark hair loose around his shoulders, the moonlight turning everything around him a silvery blue.
you froze, halfway between awe and panic.
“oh my god,” you whispered to yourself. “he’s… ethereal. like some kind of mountain spirit or—”
“why are you here.”
you yelped.
he didn’t even sound surprised—just mildly done with life. his tone was as calm as ever, eyes fixed on you like he’d already accepted your antics as his permanent curse.
“i—i was just making sure there weren’t demons!” you said, waving your hands defensively. “you know, guarding the perimeter! i take my future demon slayer duties very seriously.”
he gave you a flat look. “turn around and leave.”
“right, yep, totally! leaving! not staring at your shoulders or anything!”
his sigh echoed through the hot spring, quiet but heavy.
“you’re unbelievable.”
“and you’re lucky to have me!” you called over your shoulder as you scurried away, tripping over a rock but recovering with dramatic flair.
he stared after you for a long moment, then looked up at the moon and muttered, “why me.”
•
still, when morning came, you were right there waiting outside the estate with a bright smile.
“so,” you said, hands on your hips. “training starts today, right?”
“no.”
“perfect! i’ll go grab some sticks to practice with.”
he gave you one long, exasperated look before walking past you.
you followed anyway.
and though he didn’t say it out loud, giyuu tomioka knew deep down that no matter how far he walked, somehow, you’d always catch up to him—and, inexplicably, he didn’t mind that nearly as much as he should’ve.
Femme that smokes or drinks (or both) letting me take sips or hits of what she's having and praising me when I don't gag or cough while making me have more to up my tolerance
