#giyuu drabble

[nobodyifyouwannaknow]

I was rewatching demon slayer not long ago and I decided to draw my favorite boy <333. (Sorry for the bad light and I found the pose on pinterest lol)

[xxsabitoxx]

Competition | 15k Special

Sanemi x Giyu x AFAB Reader

Warnings: MxMxF threesome, pussy eating, raw fucking, 69-ing, 69-ing while fucking, come eating, creampies, squirting, the usual

A/N: Alright here's the first 15k 3sum special! Up next is Sato/Sugu~

Word Count: 2.8k

You weren’t sure how you ended up in the position you were in now, but you were fairly certain it wasn’t your fault. Though, the two men you were pressed between would likely beg to differ.  Drinks with the two men turned into talking, which turned into flirting, which also turned into bitching with one another before finally you were dragged back to Sanemi’s home. Something about settling “who's better” once and for all. “Oh fuck…” Your head fell back against a muscular shoulder as the man situated between your thighs brought you your third orgasm. 

“Giyu… please e-ease up!” you gasped, hips bucking upwards and into his face rather than away from it. He didn’t answer of course, mouth far too preoccupied with lapping at your cunt. “Don’t stop, Tomioka. I want her to be nice and sloppy when I impale her on my dick.” You gasped, nails digging roughly into the muscular thighs that caged you. It was a dead lock position, you couldn’t get away from either man if you wanted to… not that you would want to in the first place. 

Your back was pressed snuggly to Sanemi’s front, his arms wrapped around you just under your armpits, toying with your breasts every so often but he was too enthralled watching Giyu eat you out. Sanemi’s legs caged you in, pressing to your hips tightly while Giyu had your legs thrown over his shoulders. He had been settled between your legs for who knows how long now, nipping, sucking, and licking your cunt until you couldn’t see straight.

“Sanemi please, do something to me.” You whined, nearly delirious from the pleasure Giyu was providing you. The white haired man, who had been so damn cocky, was leaving you hanging because of how much he enjoyed seeing Giyu eat your pussy like it was his last meal. “Do something to you? Huh, Tomioka mustn't be doing a good job if you’re still thinking about me.” He drawled proudly, calloused fingers rising to roll your perked nipples between them.

You yelped, hips bucking into Giyu’s face as he continued to lap up every drip of arousal that you offered. It only took a second for his hands to find your abdomen, pushing you down and forcing you back into submission without saying a single word. “Fuck almighty…” Sanemi sneered, watching as Giyu’s nails dug into your thighs to keep you still. “...I bet I could fuck you stupid right now, sweetheart, and he’d still have his head buried down there… pussy drunk bastard.” 

Sanemi couldn’t deny the way his cock was twitching, pressed snuggly to the warmth of your back and getting some friction each time your hips bucked upwards. Still, it wasn’t enough, especially when Giyu was slurping and grunting so loudly he was making him believe your pussy was a five course meal. Nothing seemed to deter the ravenette between your thighs, not even Sanemi’s typical smart ass remarks. “Giyu.. fuck you’re gonna make me cum again…” 

He only grunted, blue eyes flickering up to meet yours. The look on your face was enough to have Giyu rutting his hips into the mattress, trying to alleviate some of the pressure that was throbbing dully between his thighs. Giyu’s eyes met Sanemi’s next, a look of fucked-out bliss passing over his navy irises, as if taunting Sanemi. The other man didn’t really appreciate that, the spike in his annoyance manifesting physically as he kneaded your breasts. 

You cried out, the added stimulation throwing you over the edge for a fourth time as your thighs quivered. You could feel it now, how wet the sheets were just below where your ass pressed into them. Drool mixed with arousal created quite the unfortunate mess, though none of you really seemed to mind it. “Alright, fucking ease up you prick.” Sanemi scolded Giyu as tears began to leak out of your eyes, far too gone to actually say it for yourself. Giyu finally gave in, parting from your cunt with a shiny mouth and chin. 

Giyu pushed up, surveying the damage to the sheets as Sanemi manoeuvred himself out from behind you. “Don’t even think about it.” Sanemi practically growled as Giyu moved to crawl over you, eyes meeting in a heated stare as if he couldn’t believe Sanemi thought he could order him around. “I just made her cum four times, Shinazugawa. I don’t think you have any room to talk.” Sanemi huffed out an unamused laugh, grabbing a fistful of Giyu’s hair before roughly yanking. 

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking too like that, Tomioka?” You watched them, holding yourself up on your elbows as both men stared at each other. Their faces were inches apart, despite the position he was in, Giyu still looked pretty defiant. “I’m talking to you, Shinazugawa. Once you make her cum four times, you can try and act like we’re equals.” He spat, not backing down as Sanemi gripped his hair a little tighter. Instead of saying something in return, Sanemi smashed his lips to Giyu’s. You gasped, watching as Sanemi’s tongue pushed past Giyu’s lips. 

Before Giyu even got a chance to properly respond, Sanemi was pulling away. “She tastes fucking sweet and you were hogging her.” Giyu only smirked, one that faded quickly when Sanemi pushed him away. “It’s your turn to sit and fucking watch.” Giyu couldn’t fight that, moving to the other side of the bed to give Sanemi plenty of space for whatever it is he wanted to do. He stood at the side of the mattress, smiling gently at you. “Do you think you could get on your hands and knees in front of me, honey?” The nickname made you squirm, nodding to do as he asked. 

You crawled across the mattress, turning yourself to face Giyu as you got on your hands and knees. Sanemi smirked, uttering a soft “good girl” as he lined himself up with your entrance. “Tomioka made a fucking mess of you, I can go right in.” You whined out a yes, not interested in anymore foreplay when your cunt was practically throbbing with the need to be filled. You had prepared yourself for him to be rough, instead, he pressed into you slowly. 

You moaned as the dull head of his cock impaled itself in your cunt, pushing further until you enveloped it completely. He stayed still, panting softly as your walls suctioned and spasmed around the little bit of him that was inside. Giyu had to admit that Sanemi had far more self control than him, he wouldn’t have been able to hold himself back if the roles were reversed. Sanemi gave you another second before pushing more of himself in, watching you pull at the sheets until they were taut under your grasp. “Good, you’re doing so good.” 

It didn’t hurt, Giyu had truly made a mess of you, it was too wet between your thighs to hurt. There was, however, the familiar stretch, an achy feeling as Sanemi pushed more of himself inside of you. “Oh…” you whined, unable to stop your hips from jerking away from him. “Don’t try to run from me, sweetheart.” He cooed, pulling you back to him with one swift motion. It pulled the air from your lungs, pleasure ebbing through your veins as he pushed himself inside. 

Inch by inch, Sanemi could feel everything, the way your cunt clenched tightly around him before trying to push him back out, if you weren’t suffocating him so tightly, he would have chuckled. “Fuck… yeah you wouldn’t have lasted five seconds inside of her, Tomioka.” He wanted to sound cocky but his voice came out strained, forehead creasing as he bottomed out. “You sure about that, Shinazugawa? You look like you’re seconds away from blowing your load.”

Sanemi tilted his head just a bit, eyes roaming over the way Giyu was gripping his cock tightly. He would have made a remark about the way Giyu’s precum was already leaking over his fist if you didn’t clench around him.All he could muster was a quiet groan of “fuck off” as he tried to calm his breathing and not make a fool of himself by coming too fast. You, on the other hand, couldn’t seem to wait as you started to try and fuck yourself on him.

 It took a fraction of a second for Sanemi’s hands to find your hips, gripping them so tightly to keep you from moving that it genuinely hurt. “Oh fuck…” you hissed, relishing in the pain as your walls squeezed him tightly. “S-shit sorry I did-ha-didn’t mean to.” he let go almost immediately, shaky hands rubbing the skin he had hurt tenderly. You relaxed, head pressing into the mattress lazily as a shiver passed over you. “Mmm s��alright.” you slurred softly, any ounce of resistance or burn was gone, all that was left was throbbing need. 

“I need you to move, Nemi.” You couldn’t get his whole name out, settling for the cuter nickname instead. A low gasp left him, the self restraint he had was wearing dangerously thin. “You sure?” he choked out, hips already drawing back slightly before rocking back into you. You nodded, moaning out a quiet “please” as he took the initiative and started rutting into you, head falling back as he relished in the drag of his cock through your velvety walls. Giyu watched, lips parted as his fist started moving up and down his length in time with Sanemi’s thrusts. 

You didn’t have the strength to keep your head up, letting it fall forward, dangling a bit as you looked down your own body to see Sanemi’s hips meeting your own. His thrusts were deep and fast, making your breast jiggle each time your bodies made contact. “Tomioka, quit fucking your fist and make yourself useful.” That caught your attention, head lifting slightly to look at the man sitting by the headboard. “Useful?” he gasped out, squeezing his length tightly as you moaned.

“Yeah, useful.” Sanemi held his gaze, eyes flickering down to your cunt and back up at Giyu, hips stuttering as he nodded his head a bit. Giyu seemed to catch on, letting himself go to crawl forward. “You want me to…?” He questioned softly, face heating up as slick squelches started to sound each time Sanemi’s hips met your ass. “Don’t make me–ha–spell it out for you.” Giyu could see his lip tremble as he bottomed out again, hips rolling into you slowly now. 

Giyu pulled his attention away from the other man, eyes meeting yours with a lazy grin. “Do you think you have the strength to hold yourself up for a second, baby?” You whined at the name, walls squeezing around Sanemi’s cock. “Oh? She liked that, Tomioka.” Sanemi’s hands held your hips a little tighter, supporting you more as you forced your head upwards “Go ahead.” you smiled at Giyu, butterflies whirling around your stomach as he moved to lay beneath you. You shivered as he bent down, kissing you quickly before eyeing Sanemi. 

You sunk your teeth into your cheek, Sanemi had sheathed himself completely inside of you, watching as Giyu got himself comfortable under your body. Giyu’s breath fanned across your abdomen, earning a shiver as he pushed himself a little more. You knew he was there when his hair tickled your inner thighs. If it weren’t for Sanemi being buried deep inside of you, your thighs would have tried to close. “Fuck… Sanemi start moving.” Giyu breathed out, shocking Sanemi a bit by using his first name. He listened regardless. 

The quick thrusts of Sanemi’s hips grounded you in reality, head turning downward. Giyus cock was inches from your face, tip flushed pink with precum oozing from it. “Ah fuck…” You let your arms relax a bit, weight shifting to lay on Giyu as his hands found your waist. You took the chance, lowering your head to lick along his shaft. Giyu’s mind went blank the moment he felt your tongue, stuttering just a bit as you wrapped your puffy lips around his irritated tip. 

He started placing open mouth kisses along your cunt, brain melting with each pass of your tongue over his slit. Sanemi’s pace had faltered, eyes watching eagerly as you started to go down on Giyu, all the while he was maybe a little too aware of Giyu’s head below him. Giyu’s tongue managed to continue lavishing your clit even as Sanemi held your hips, rutting into you at a new brutal pace. You felt your eyes crossing, squeezing them shut as you moaned around Giyu’s cock

Drool was seeping down your chin, covering his shaft and public bone with your shiny saliva. You lowered your head further, trying to ignore the build up in your gut as you took over half of his length in your mouth. Giyu’s moan vibrated against your cunt, earning a shrill whine from you as your walls clamped down around Sanemi’s cock. He cursed loudly, hips stuttering in their pace because you made it impossible to move for a moment. 

“Gonna fucking cum, aren’t you?” Sanemi’s words were directed at both of you, even though he knew both of your mouths were too preoccupied to even respond. You swallowed around Giyu, earning a strangled cry against your cunt as you felt him start twitching. Reaching forward, you gently cupped his balls, warm and heavy in your hands. For a moment, Giyu swore tears were burning his eyes as the pleasure he felt only intensified. Your mouth was suffocatingly warm, the silky-soft touch of your tongue was almost too much for him. 

And then you went and cupped his balls, massaging them gingerly until his hips were bucking up into you. The sound of your gag was enough to make Sanemi curse, hands gripping you tightly as he pounded into you with such force that your thighs and ass recoiled harshly. Everything was too much, not only for you but for Giyu and Sanemi as well. It took a fraction of a second for Giyu to lose it, cum spilling down your throat in hot, sticky ropes. You flinched, throat relaxing to keep yourself from gagging again as you worked him through his orgasm. 

 The sounds he was making continued to vibrate you. Your own orgasm built up until the dam finally broke, a strangled cry leaving your lips as your head tossed back, letting go of Giyu’s cock in the process. Both men were covered in your release, sticky and wet from the gush of fluid that left you. You cried out, tears streaking your cheeks as Sanemi’s hips thrusted into you, chasing his own release. You couldn’t breath as Giyu’s hands reached under you, pushing on your abdomen, feeling the way Sanemi’s cock dragged in and out of your slippery cunt. 

That was enough for Sanemi, his head falling forward as a silent cry left his lips. Your arms had long since given out, head now resting on Giyu’s thigh as Sanemi pumped you full of his own release. The room was quiet now, full of ragged breathing as you tried to lift yourself enough for Giyu to get out from under you. “Fuck almighty.” Sanemi choked at the sight of Giyu’s ruined appearance. The man was covered in your release, hair and all. You turned your head the best you could to see him, face turning molten hot as you realized what you had done to him. 

“Oh fuck Giyu I’m so sorry…” you tried to move but Sanemi’s hands kept you in place. He wasn’t ready to let you move yet, not even as he was softening instead of you. “Don’t be sorry.” Giyu’s face was bright red, lips swollen from everything he had done to you. “… I kinda like it.” That revelation had all of you looking away from one another. “If that’s the case… I want to try it out for myself.” Sanemi stated boldly, eyes still trailing over Giyu before switching to look at you. 

“You think you could last another round, sweetheart? I wanna try out Tomioka’s position.” All you could do was give a feeble nod, that same throbbing desire building in your gut as you felt Sanemi hardening within you again. He pulled out, creamy release following him. “You really made a mess.” it was an off hand comment as he eyes the shiny ring around his base. “Like you don’t fucking like it sloppy, Shinazugawa.” Giyu snorted, trying his best to not let you know his legs were feeling weak after everything you just did. 

“Woah wait…” you started, sitting on your knees to look back over your shoulder at the two of them. “Don’t I need to tell you who was better? Isn’t that why we ended up here in the first place?” You just wanted to tease them, watching as both men shared a glance. “We’ll worry about that another day, for now just let us fuck you.” Sanemi groaned, moving onto the mattress and nearly collapsing. “Nah…” You chuckled “I think it’s safe to say I am the better one.” Considering both men were feeling like their legs were made of jelly, you were likely right. 

[iid-smile]

"you've got soft hands, tomioka." you whisper to him, his hand held in yours.

giyuu was close to insisting on letting you use his given name, especially now that the two of you have pursued a romantic relationship, but that's a topic for another day. his expression remains unchanged as he watches you, carefully analysing how you react and move.

barely pushing against your grip, he raises his palm to lightly graze your cheek, the warmth of your skin soothing the goosebumps running up his arm.

you feel your heart heat up from his unexpected gesture, doubling the amount of affection he's showing by cupping his face with both of your hands. judging by the minute raise of his eyebrows, he's surprised, enough for his mind to blank out and let go of you. slowly and hesitantly, he nuzzles into your touch, his eyes closing from the pleasant comfort.

cute... he's cute.

[ponderingmoonlight]

Falling for Giyu (literally)

Giyu: "Oh hello (y/n), I didn't expect you here."

(y/n): *Stumbling over a branch and tripping, leaving her knees completely torn open, bleeding and her ankle broken*

(y/n): *desperately trying not to cry* "Oh, hi Giyu! I'm so glad...to see you here!"

Giyu: *instantly rushing to (y/n)'s side with deep worry lines covering his face* "(y/n), did you just break your ankle? Let me help you-"

(y/n): "No no, it's fine! I never felt better!"

Giyu: "You're crying."

(y/n): *Sniffing* "Those are tears of joy."

[2-dsimp]

You horny bastard (me, I'm the horny bastard)

NSFW MDNI! Speaking of horny bastards

Imagine having a pathetic man who’s never felt the touch of anything other than his own hand. Practically foaming at the mouth and simpering underneath your touch. You hadn’t done much to him but he’s already too far gone only responding to “good boy” And suddenly right after the golden words left your lips. Your face and hand are sullied with ropes of his thick ejaculate. His pitiful swollen shaft is still twitching at attention, since he is a needy thing. That requires your utmost care and attention.

A/n: Had a thought after rewatching some of my anime favs and having brainrot about my main 2 bois who’d fit this bill.

[thezeninclan]

suddenly telling them you’re in the mood ft. the hashira

TENGEN turned to look at you the moment you entered the room, sliding the paper door shut behind you. it was as though the sound hashira could sense what you were going to say, for by the time you came to sit beside him, neatly folding your legs beneath you, your head turned away from him so that he couldn't see the flush on your cheeks, there was already a smug little smile upon his face.

he turned to face you, leaning his hand against his hand, appearing almost bored as he peered at you through his uncovered eye. you sat so close to him that you could feel the heat rolling off his body, practically able to feel the smugness exuded from him in waves. his full attention was on you, though he refused to speak first, and you knew he could hear the hammering of your heartbeat, the way your stomach tightened, the way you bit at your bottom lip. "tengen-sama-" you breathed, steeling yourself for what you wanted to say next. "I want you."

in a flash you were on your back on the tatami, his thickly muscled arms bracketing your head, his lips and nose nuzzling at your jaw. he grinned at you, rakish and carnal. "why didn't you say that earlier."

MITSURI goes pink as the hair that frames her pretty face as she turns to look at you, her green eyes wide and startled as a deer. she always flustered easily, but nobody could make her do so like you could. "d-did you say-" she started, waving her hands in front of her face. you could practically see the steam rising from the top of her head. "I don't- I-I mean I do, but did you say that you-"

you decided to put her out of her misery, slipping your hand into hers and whisking her to you. you press a kiss to her soft cheek, feeling the warmth of her blush burnish against your lips. "kanroji-" you whisper softly, feeling the way she gasps softly at the utterance of her name, just as she did every time you spoke it. "I want you." you whisper softly, pressing another kiss to the center of her brow, your arms winding around her back to pull her flush against you.

she takes a deep breath, steeling herself, before she takes your hand and pulls you to her, her body soft and pliant against yours. "I want you too."

IGURO is almost inscrutable, turning to look at you as though you had just asked him some outlandish question, and you almost feel embarrassed, making to turn back around and pretend you had never said anything, when there's a flash of black and in a lightning quick movement he's at his feet. he pulls you against him with enough force to knock you off your center of gravity, so that your body sinks against his.

he's warm, hot, his skin practically steaming against yours as he holds you against him, your soft form against the pillar of firm muscle and lithe sinew that is the serpent hashira. he peppers your skin with fervent kisses, hands wandering to tease at your hips, your thighs, your waist. "p-please." you whimper, fingertips skimming over the bandages he usually wore around his mouth. "I want to feel you." Iguro smirks then, pulling down the bandages so that he could slot his warm mouth against yours, making you melt.

he grins down at you, looking at you with those mismatched eyes you so long fell in love with. "how could I resist, when you ask me so sweetly?"

SANEMI gave you a hard, impenetrable look, and for a moment he looked so stern that you feared you had made a mistake. but as the seconds slipped away you could see the pink coloring his face, the way his wild eyes had widened and darkened, and before you could even prepare yourself for an attack you were on your back, caged in by a massive body above you. his arms bracketed your head, all rippling muscle and scarred skin, the roughness of his body juxtaposed by the gentleness of the calloused hand that rose to brush the hair back from your brow.

sanemi didn't say anything- he didn't need to, for the hardness he pressed against you as he parted your legs told you everything that you needed to know.

SHINOBU is inscrutable as she turns in her chair to face you, the potions and medicines she had been tinkering with suddenly abandoned. "what did you say?" she asks, and your face colors with a blush. a polite smile is etched across her face, but her eyes are alight with a bright, mischievous evil that has you squirming in your seat as you imagine all the ways she could tease and torture you.

"come." she beckons with a hand. "sit with me." you sit at her side, feeling the way she leans into you softly, as small and light as the butterfly from which she gets her name, and when a moment passes and her lips are on yours, you too can feel butterflies.

you had been working up the nerve to tell RENGOKU how you felt for the past hour, twisting your fingers, biting at the inside of your cheek with nervousness. the two of you had been sitting together in quiet companionship for the past few hours, rengoku polishing the grip and handle of his sword and you working at finishing the charcoal painting you had started the previous day. the sun had set with a golden kiss, sleep niggling at your mind, and without further delay or further stifled yawns, you excused yourself to change into your sleeping robes. changing into your yogi had been easy, the soft fabric sliding onto your fatigued body easily, and when you had padded back to the bedroom you shared, you had stopped short, pausing at the door to the chamber your husband still sat in.

you had changed into your yogi boldly, knowing that he knew that the garment was large enough for the both of you— and that you were wearing nothing beneath it. he turned to look at you as you slid open the tatami door, his eyes full of love and tenderness as you entered, his hand coming to a stop on the hilt of his sword as he took in the rest of your appearance. the lapels of your yogi had parted as you walked, and you hadn't bothered to close them again, leaving the front of your body bare and glowing in the candlelight.

"you look beautiful." kyōjurō said, staring up at you in awe, turning his body so he could kneel at your feet. a callused finger rose to trace over the skin of your bare ankle, watching in rapture as you shivered. "I can't believe you're mine." he breathed.

In a flash of orange and red you were in his arms, feeling the way his muscled body pinned you to the ground. "I am." you breathed, feeling his lips trace the column of your throat. "I'm yours."

GIYU was stoic, calm, silent— so silent that for a moment you were unsure if he had even heard you. you felt silly, cheeks flushing a darker red than they had been when you had first approached the tatami door to his study, having built up your courage to call out to your husband. your hand faltered as you made to slide the door shut once more, hoping to pretend that nothing had ever happened.

"stop." he said, his voice making you startle, the hand you pressed to the door halting. he had been so silent that you hadn't even noticed he had risen from his seat and had come to kneel in front of you until his hand pressed to your cheek, his thumb gently tracing your bottom lip. he knocked you off balance easily, pulling you into his arms with the smooth firmness of a breaking wave. his body was so firm against yours, and as you sank into him it was as though two pieces of a puzzle were meeting, the match of muscle and firm sinew meeting soft curves.

"I want you too." he said, his voice as soft as an exhaled breath, and when you looked at him you could see there was a small smile playing over his lips. "I always want you."

you know GYOMEI can feel you as you approach, sensing the way your feet fall against the earth, the way your breath fans out into the cool wind, the way the air parts as you move through the space, so he has no need to jump when you lay your hand upon his shoulder. "himejima." you breathe softly, kneeling at his side and pressing yourself to him. he has been out training for hours, from dawn to dusk, and the night has brought with it a cold chill that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

"come inside." you bid, sliding your fingers between his. he's removed his shirt, likely from the icy soak of the waterfall, and you can see the beads of sweat dancing across his muscular chest. "it's cold tonight." you coo. he turns his head to accept the kiss you place upon his cheek, a big hand sliding down your hip. "gyo-" you whisper, feeling his palms cupping at your ass. "I need some warming up."

[dreaisgrayte]

Demon Slayer Masterlist

❁ = NSFW MDNI

First Kisses with the Hashira

Ideal Weddings with the Hashira

❁Lessons of Lust | Sanemi Shinazugawa and Kyojuro Rengoku x fem!reader

Reader becomes a demon during battle (request)

❁Hot and Tasty | Kyojuro Rengoku

Temptress | Kyojuro Rengoku

Topaz and Garnet Teaser | Prince Kyojuro

❁I See All | Kyojuro Rengoku

Pact | Kyojuro Rengoku

❁ “Just Friends” Full Fic | Kyojuro Rengoku

❁Sub!Kyojuro x fem!reader

❁ReHEARsal | Sanemi Shinazugawa

❁Camp Maple | Sanemi Shinazugawa

Behind me | Gyomei Himejima

Under the Goddess’ Veil Teaser {reworking}

❁Mister Moonlight | Giyu Tomioka

❁Get some ACTION | Giyuu Tomioka’s version

❁Hannya Mist | Giyu Tomioka x demon fem!reader

❁Moonlit Monsters | Muzan x FEM!reader

❁Half Blood | Muzan Kibutsuji x fem!reader

❁Off the Record | Muzan Kibutsuji x fem!reader

❁Fluttering Fluster | Demon Akaza

❁A Secret Technique | Mitsuri Kanroji

❁The Best Friend Bet | Mitsuri and Obanai x Reader

Love Bite | Chapter One

[sluttysanemi]

﹒⌗﹒🦇﹒౨ৎ˚₊‧

GIYUU TOMIOKA

a/n: i'm over here stroking my dick I got lotion on my dick right now I'm just stroking my shit I'm horny as fuck man

c/w: panty sniffing. giyuu’s a degenerate. masturbation !

He’s repulsive.

So depraved, he muses.

His fingers curled to your undergarments, held unsteadily to his nose. He relishes the silken fabric beneath his digits. A sense of opulence, the velvety texture nearly begs for his hands.

He cautiously inhaled the fragrance of the linen. The delicate fragrance drove a surge of dopamine across his spine. A pleasurable breath slips through his lips. His eyes close, relishing the experience. He embraces the sense of serenity that submerged in him.

Giyuu’s open palm gradually shifts to his trousers as he feels his shaft straining against his briefs. His fingers diligently slide beneath the fabric and curl to his thick cock. He feels his veins quiver beneath his fingertips. Slowly gliding, establishing his rhythm and breathes in once more.

A pitiful wail escaped from his throat, as a further gust of thrill swept over his body. He felt his fingertips gradually grow adhesive with pre, as it brushes against the protruding tip of his erection.

His hips were inattentively bucking, his head cluttered with aberrant thoughts of you. He envisioned himself pushing between the warmth of your thighs rather than the dull surface of his hand.

More. He was sorely wanting more.

His breathing grows heavy, his fingers quicken. He suffocates in your sensual perfume, drowning in his perverse notions.

He was vile. He knew it.

But he was too consumed with his filthy delights to care.

[sanemistar]

giyuu hardly ever opens up and shows emotions to anyone. but after becoming your boyfriend, he slowly begins to reveal himself more, he’s able to express himself more clearly, and he starts smiling more often. so you’re not stranger to his smile, you love and cherish it so much. but when you hear his laugh for the very first time, and it’s because of something so silly you’ve done without even noticing, that’s a different story. you think it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard, and it still rings quite vividly in your ears, as if it’s a melody on replay. you can’t get enough of it, and now you start doing and saying silly things more often because you want to make giyuu laugh more and more, so that you can get to hear it for as many times as possible.

[yuki2sksksk]

I kinda wish the Hashira Training arc was longer, so I have an idea to be put during this arc so:

Tanjirou returning back to his hometown and house in request of Oyakata to find clues about Nezuko's resistance against the sun.

With Tamayo's note about Nezuko's growth and constant cells mutation, Tanjirou heads back to his home in hope that any clues he finds can help contribute to the corps. This small mission is also to ensure that any information could be taken and hidden first in case Muzan ever returns back to the Kamado's residence for clues as well.

Tanjirou is accompanied by Kanao and Giyuu. Kanao is there with some information of plants and herbs that may be helpful, and also to be Shinobu's second eyes since the Insect Hashira isn't able to tag along. Giyuu provides extra protection, again, in case Muzan sends any demons there despite the lack of demonic activities.

The young Kamado relishes the experience of returning back to his hometown, and the residents are more than happy to welcome home back with smiles and teary eyes. Although there's a bit of a misunderstanding upon seeing Giyuu, who was once suspected to be the suspect of the Kamado's family death.

The trio arrive at Kamado's residence, and they pay respects and prayers to the graves first before looking around.

Tanjirou has some nostalgic moments as he gazes upon his home, his heart swells with pain. Some tankana bonding moments of Kanao asking about how his life was and her smiling wistfully at the thought of such a warm family. The young slayers get even more determined to defeat demons.

They find nothing in the house but Giyuu spots wilting horsetail weed around the area. Kanao inspects in and takes note of the subtle differences in the petals, the colours, the stems, etc etc. She collects some samples to be taken back. The trio do more inspections but find nothing. They leave before nightfall, advising the town people to stay away from the mountain area in case Muzan gets there or anything.

On the way back, Tanjirou tells stories of his childhood memories. One in particular about the time his mother made him and Nezuko a soup when they were sick.

Kanao returns to the Butterfly estate and sets the plants in small pots, stationing them in Shinobu's office, before returning to training.

Shinobu, workaholics and couldn't count the last time she took a proper sleep, is about to inspect the plants according to Kanao's report. The sun is peeking barely behind the mountains, the day is bright,

and in the pots are blooming blue Spider Lilies.

[demonsslayersstuff]

Male Hashira x Reader (Holding Your Hand)

A/N: I have not done one of these in a while and recently I feel like I've put Demon Slayer on the backburner because I'm currently watching AOT and JJK just ended, but Demon Slayer is my fav, so I want get back into it. These are just drabbles/ head canons of how the Male Hashira would react to reader asking them to hold their hand. No warnings, mostly fluff.

Kyojuro Rengoku:

This man is and will always be top husband material, so he would 100% be down to hold your hand

Honestly I feel like he would ask to hold your hand instead of the other way around

Rengoku has zero shame in holding your hand in public and finds it to be an enduring way to show others you are taken

He holds your hand firmly, waffle style and does not let goooooo, lol

You spot the all to familiar blazing red and yellow hair as you make your way through the various stalls of the outdoor market. You and Rengoku had just finish up a mission and wanted to do some quick sightseeing before heading back. "Kyo", you call sweetly, grabbing his attention immediately. He looks over at you with a large smile as you approach him. "Shall we continue to look at the other vendors?", he asks you. "Yes, but..", you begin. "But what?", Rengoku asks, eyebrow raised, looking down at you. "Can we hold hands?", you whisper to him. "Absolutely, I want to hold your hand", Rengoku says loudly as the nearby vendors politely hide their chuckles. Rengoku's hand slips into yours with ease, firm grip, but soft at the same time. You spend the next hour going to the various stalls and not once does he let go of your hand.

Uzui Tengen:

Would totally be down to hold your hand, zero questions asked

This man only has two hands (well, he did 😶) and 3 wives + you, so sometimes hand holding can become a bit precarious

Tengen would make the effort to give each of his partners equal hand holding time and similar to Rengoku, no shame in public hand holding

Also a waffle hand holder, occasionally traces patterns in your palm with his thumb, telling you he's thinking about you.

"Lord Tengen", you call sweetly as the two walk back towards home carrying the goods you'd just bought. "Hmmmm", he muses, glancing to look at you briefly. "Would it be ok if we held hands for a bit?", you ask with a slight blush gracing your cheeks. "Of course love", Tengen replies, his hand immediately holding yours. As you continue down the familiar path you feel a gentle squeeze and you look up at your husband. Tengen smiles down at you before pulling your hand too his lips, kissing it softly. "Uzui", you laugh. "Just making sure my girl knows she's loved", he responds. The two of you walk home, hand and hand the rest of the way.

Giyuu Tomioka:

I see this going two ways. Firstly if y'all are married, he is 100% holding your hand. Giyuu would be a caring husband (in my mind at least) so if you asked to hold his hand, he would

If y'all aren't married this boy would be shook, someone wants to hold his hand?? With a bit of coaxing on your end I could see him holding your hand in a more private setting

Giyuu keeps a gentle hold on your hand, not to tight, not to loose, just righttt. I don't see Giyuu being a waffle hand holder except in the bedroom if you know what I meannnn 😏😏

I feel like Giyuu would use hand holding as a way to express his care/ love for you without using his words. Had a bad day? Giyuu's hand is in yours

You find Giyuu resting comfortably against the tree, nose deep into a book. "Giyuu", you call lightly, "Mind if I join you?", you ask. He looks up from his book shaking his head and scooting over as his respond. You sit next to him and pull out your own book before you hold up your hand to him. Giyuu looks at you for a moment confused. "I want you to hold my hand silly", you tell him with a light chuckle as you witness a cute blush forming across his face. "Oh", he mumbles. Giyuu gently grabs your hand, letting it settle on his lap, before the two of you focus back on your books, enjoying the comfort of sitting together quietly.

Sanemi Shinazugawa:

Listen I know we all like this hot tempered white haired man, but I feel he’d only hold your hand in certain conditions

Similar to Giyuu if your married his hand is in yours, like you don’t even need to ask, this man has his hand in yours the minute you step out the door. If your not married then he’s not holding your hand until your at least seriously dating

Sanemi barely wears a shirt so he’d have no shame holding your hand in public, but a part of me thinks he has this “I’m stronger than you reputation” to uphold, so unless your together together, then sorry, he’s not holding your hand

I see Sanemi more of wrist holder (😮‍💨), like he holds your hand, but instead of your palm I feel like he’d grip your wrist nice and tight, but not uncomfortably tight.

“Nemi, I’m gonna run out to the market”, you call to your husband as you slip your shoes on. “Wait a minute, I’ll come with you”, he calls and you hear his footsteps walk down the hall. “Nemi, it’s a 4 minute walk I’ll be fine on my own”, you tell him as he comes into view. Sanemi gives you a pointed look before he puts his own shoes on. “Yeah, not happening”, he replies. As the two of you head out the door you feel his hand move to gently grip your own, his thumb tracing a delicate circle on your inner wrist. Maybe him coming wasn’t a bad idea after all.

Iguro Obanai

Listen idk what it is, but this man gives me sub vibes 🫢, so if you ask him to hold your hand then boom done

You don’t even get to finish the question before his hand is holding yours, like this man wants to hold your hand too

Has no issue holding your hand in public, what you want you get. He loves to hold your hand too because he likes that it’s clear to anyone else your taken

Obanai will hold your hand in anyway, waffle style ok, just your pinkies interlocked ok. This man just wants to hold your hand

It was a quiet day as you and the Snake Hashira stroll around the gardens getting some fresh air. You sneak a peek at the man beside you, enjoying the way the wind ruffled through his hair. “What is it?”, Obanai questions, catching you starring at him. “Nothing, just enjoying the view”, you reply back, watching as he fidgets with his fingers at your words. “Iguro would you like to hold-”, you start, but before you even finish your sentence Obanai comes to stand next to you, your hand already in his. You laugh before giving him a gentle squeeze. “My my, someone was impatient”, you quip as you pull him along towards the pond, enjoying the quiet afternoon.

Gyomei Himejima:

Gyomei gives me go with the flow vibes. Like if you want your hand held, he’ll hold your hand. If you don’t want it held, he won’t hold it

Isn’t big on PDA, but is comfortable with holding your hand in public if that’s what you want, but he won’t be the one to initiate it, that’s all on you

This man is a giant so probably not a waffle hand holder, his hand probably engulfs your own hand sooo it’s more like his big hand hand is hugging your significantly smaller one (😅)

When the two of you hold hands, Gyomei enjoys it, he loves being around you so holding your hand is just another way for the two of you to express your love for one another

“Darling”, you call as you watch the rest of the trainees hobble off after another harsh day of training under the Stone Hashira. “Shall we call it day?”, you continue as you come to stand next to your husband. “Hmmm, I suppose so”, he replies after making sure everyone had left. “Hold my hand?”, you ask him as the two of you make your way back home. “Of course”, Gyomei replies. His large hand grips as your smaller one as silence befalls you two. The walk home was a pleasant one, just the two of you strolling hand in hand.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

sanemi never thought he could ever want someone so badly. he would kill to press his lips against giyuu’s, he would live every life if he got to see giyuu in each of them. he was on his knees, praying, wishing, hoping that he might just be enough for giyuu, might have a chance. he took back every time he teased obanai for his infatuation with mitsuri. he understood much more than he wished. this adoration — this pure, torturous want to be the one giyuu loved, to be the one in giyuu’s arms, to be anything for him because somehow, in some way, giyuu was everything for sanemi. he desperately needed him. he needed to be someone important in giyuu’s life. he needed to be in giyuu’s life. just giyuu and sanemi and nobody else.

[nyancat11122]

NSFW WARNING!! demon slayer men oral hcs, ft Giyuu and Sanemi

no warnings really apply besides shitty writing enjoy

Sanemi (giving)

You know this man loves a good creampie

Will get a taste of it afterwards when ur already beat after the first two rounds 

Loves tasting his and yours release mixed (it does things to him)

Literally does not gaf whether there hair or not hes eating it anyway

Honestly everything tastes good to him

(not that related but loves to spit on it too)

Feral for thighs crushing his neck even though hes more of an ass guy

Groaning against you like its his final meal

Sanemi (receiving)

Keeps it trimmed and groomed

Delicious happy trail that comes up a little bit above his belt

WILL be moaning and groaning

Real men aint afraid to keep quiet

Prefers to be sitting for it as he's pretty tall and doesnt wanna keep in any uncomfy positions

Prefers no eye contact (as much as he loves it, he thinks the faces he makes are vulnerable so be nice) 

Has a preference for receiving

(doesnt mean hes not up to go down on you whenever)

Giyuu (giving)

Literally his favorite thing to do

no im not kidding this is basically foreplay to him

Likes it even more after particularly long missions either from you or him 

Will always put ur pleasure first

Takes his time for the most part

Chin and corners of his mouth will literally be glistening (we all know hes not the water hashira for no reason, cmon now..) 

Praising u inbetween as if u can hear him 

Genuine master with his fingers even if they are thinner than shinazugawas and uzuis u will be coming all over them

Will have it in any position 

Isnt foreign to rainbow kissing…

Giyuu (receiving) 

Doesnt like it as much as giving

Pretty quiet besides a few grunts and sighs here and there

Will be pretty gentle with your hair, kneading through it.

This man doesnt feel like he deserves it from your beautiful soul so he’ll praise you the whole time 😭

He doesnt remember the last time he shaved. Doesnt want to, and doesnt think he needs to. 

Keeps it pretty clean despite the strands of hair in your mouth afterwards. 

He really just has a preference for your pleasure 

Might actually thank you afterwards (we love our awkward man) 

Will always return the favour if he hasnt already

[ponderingmoonlight]

KnY shorts request incomiiiing:

Giyuu stumbling his way through a love confession and asking y/n out pls pls pls ily

„Giyu?“

He can’t mess this up. No, he swore to himself that he’ll finally confess, that he needs to get all those feelings off his chest.

“Hey, Giyu?”

But what if you’ll never look at him as usual after this? Or worse, what if you’ll make fun of him? Giyu, falling for someone like (y/n). It sounds ridiculous even in the back of his mind. Maybe he should just turn around and leave as quietly as he came-

“Giyu, look at me.”

The second he focuses on your eyes, he’s lost all over again.

“You wanted to tell me something?”

“No, absolutely not”, he blurts out immediately.

“But…you just told me we needed to talk”, you remind him with your oh so gentle voice.

These past days, Giyu acted so strange around you that you were convinced that he might not like you anymore. And now he’s standing in front of you, his staring at the ceiling while his body tells you more than urgently that he wants to get away from here as soon as possible.

“Listen, I don’t know why but…If you don’t want to work with me anymore or if I did something that upset you, you really don’t have to-“

Him, not liking you? Giyu’s eyes grow wider and wider, stare at you in sheer disbelief as your face drops with each word that leaves your mouth.

Something inside him snaps.

“I like you”, he interrupts your senseless words.

All those feelings he tried to suppress, those words that never dared to leave his mouth. He can’t hold it back any longer.

"I've been trying so hard to keep this to myself because I didn't want to mess things up between us, but I can't anymore. I have feelings for you, and it's not just some crush. It's like every time I'm around you, everything else just fades away, and I can't stop thinking about what it would be like if you felt the same way. I know this is messy and maybe terrible timing, but I had to tell you. Even if you don’t like me back-"

“Giyu”, you breathe out, your heart almost pounding out of your chest.

Did this really happen? Is this really how he feels, the reason behind his strange behavior?

“It’s okay, you don’t have to console me, I’ll just leave-“

Out of instinct, you grab his arm and yank him back around.

“But I like you too. To be exact, I might be…in love with you as well.”

“You…in love with me?”, he repeats with widened eyes.

“I thought you’ll tell me to stay away because you acted so strange.”

“You really need to work on that, Tomioka-san!”, Shinobu shouts from afar.

"So...will you go out with me, (y/n)?", he continues with low voice, his cheeks now bright red.

Gently, you place your cheek on his shoulder, take in that delicious smell you adore so much.

"I'd love to."

Bonus:

"How did a jerk like you manage to pull (y/n) with saying shit like that?", Sanemi jeers at him from afar.

"It must be true love!", Mitsuri cries out.

"Maybe she was forced", Obanai mutters

"Well, I guess (y/n) always had a big heart for outsiders", Shinobu adds kindly

[introloves]

I would like to head more of these Giyuu's thoughts if that wouldn't be too much to ask

of course !! another thought is him coming to you, already a little snappy because he’s been so pent up- and he hates that he can’t put a word to his emotions?

he’s methodical, quiet, thinks but rarely acts out on his actions, and most of all composed. you’ve turned all of that around on its head. and you’re not even doing anything! not outwardly, not without your intentions so beautifully hidden that it’s left him starstruck and lost.

it’s not his fault that he comes with an attitude, brows furrowed and his cock throbbing in the confines of his uniform. tactfully pressed the head of it against the belt of his wear.

quiet like he normally is, but his hands hidden in his haori and tensed up into a ball if you so much as look in his direction. later removes himself from you completely when he snaps out instruction, something that should have been criticism to your form barked out like he was angry at you.

peeling his eyes away from the widen look of shock coming from that pretty gaze.

retreating back to his manor and shaky hands finally unbuttoning that cumbersome white belt. veins in his hand prominent while he takes out his cock, and just stares at it. stares at the angry red tip, at the way it pulses and jumps with every flash of your face passing along the forefront of his memory.

head tipped back to let out a humorless chuckle, lost. he’s hard and lost and wonders if you’d know how to fix this.

[iid-smile]

waterfall , tomioka giyuu

x gn!reader ! giyuu using his water breathing, he asks for permission to confess and impress you!

author's note: im having writers block with kny specifically (future sunny: thats a bad excuse btw... i just dont because idk what to write for majority of the characters) so literally everything these days is jjk. justice for kny!!!!

double author's note: hi... future sunny here. this message ^^ yeah, that was FOUR WEEKS AGO now its just laziness rather than writers block... thats why the dialogue has literally no description half the time and i really did not want to finish this

triple author's note: ahaha i bet you've never seen three in a row 😈 anyways i forgot to post this after i proofread it half asleep so here u go

"do you like rivers?"

"mhm."

"what about lakes?"

"i like anything to do with water, tomioka. you don't need to worry so much about what i like."

"i'm not worried." giyuu's gaze turns away from you, like it always does, and he looks straight ahead. "there's just something i want to try."

though slightly wary of his intentions, you know that giyuu isn't the type of guy to put you in situations where he doesn't have your consent first. and quite clearly, it's something to do with water, because he's been awfully chatty about different bodies of water, fishes, and just nature in general. it's difficult to make a guess of what he's planning, because sometimes he can just be so unintentionally unpredictable. and weird. he's a weirdo.

you walk behind him so he's able to lead the way. now that he's gone all quiet again, you can't help but furrow your eyebrows a bit. something he wanted to try? what could he possibly want to try in the middle of the night? let alone in a forest...

finally, he comes to a halt. obviously, you're a bit... confused, being stopped in front of a large, and deep body of water surrounded by rocks.

"hold my hand."

"why?"

as if he knew you were going to ask that, he turns to face you with not a single change in his expression, neatly holding out his hand to you. "i'm going to do something, and i don't want you to slip." something. there's that something again.

your eyes flicker from his hand to his face just a few times, then to the surroundings, looking out for anything odd. he wouldn't be the type to prank you, would he?

"do you not trust me?"

"i do. it's just this something that you mention..."

"don't worry. i won't do anything bad."

would it be bad to say that he immediately soothed your worries? he was already speaking more than he usually would, and you noticed his free hand was always on the handle of his sword, so he's vigilant. no worries at all. you take his hand. it's cold, and unexpectedly smooth. "what are you going to do?"

no answer. he takes a step closer to the edge, just one little tip toe away from the surface of the water. "by any chance.." giyuu remains quiet, head bowed to the water below before his eyes move back up to yours. "do you have a significant other?"

"no..."

"then," for a beat, he looks off to the side, and then turns his head back to you. "can i ask for your permission for me to... attempt to court you?"

"ah, is this why you brought me all the way out here? you have feelings for me?"

"...you found me out."

"you just told me that?"

"i didn't mean to."

the back of your hand comes up to your lips, poorly silencing your giggles. "you're a bit silly sometimes."

no response. "come."

giyuu takes a step down from the rocks, and into the body of water. from above, it was difficult to tell how far down the bottom of the lake was. "my clothes—"

he cuts you off. "don't worry. they won't get wet."

maybe he's telling the truth, since his aren't either. one last time, you look down at your covered feet, a nervous twitch running through them as the chill breeze suddenly became so apparent.

immediately, you're met with dreamlike arches of water and splashes surrounding the two of you, frozen in time and unmoving. for the first time, it feels like you're genuinely seeing his breathing technique visually, the sight similar to a vivid lucid dream. except this... this is way better. right in the climax, streams shoot up into the air, curving and twisting to form a heart in the center, then dispersing just as quick, the drops of rain disappearing into nothing as it touches skin.

it was beautiful, but beautiful wasn't even a word good enough to describe it.

"tomioka—?" but as you turn around, giyuu is nowhere to be seen. "huh? tomioka?"

you look left, and you look right. nobody's around: not a single life in sight. the trees are quiet, only the splashing of the waterfall fills in for the lack of noise around. and when you look down at your feet, you only see your legs submerged in water, all the way up to your knees. your haori steadily soaked up the liquid, the material darkening and growing heavier on your shoulders. "my socks!"

yes, you did have to walk home with wet tabi socks and zori with an uncomfortably damp surface. and yes, you did walk home with a constant flutter in your heart, not even knowing when the next time you'll catch a glimpse of him will be.