#giyuu x black reader

[moniheartsluffy]

THAT GIRL!

summary: hashira react to you getting their hair color/hairstyle.

genre/warning: crack/fluff, established relationships, muichiro is PLATONIC!, poly relationship for tengen, mild cursing. SMAU & black!fem!reader

characters: mitsuri kanroji, giyuu tomioka, kyojurou rengoku.

[venny-the-chubbyblack-writer]

Title:New years kiss

A male hashira x chubby black reader fanfic for new years 🎆

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Giyu Tomioka: The Quiet Yet Passionate Kiss

Giyu wasn’t a man of many words, but his actions always spoke volumes. He invited you to a quiet hill overlooking a snowy village, where the two of you sat side by side, bundled against the cold. Your rich brown skin glowed under the moonlight, and he couldn’t stop sneaking glances at you, the soft curves of your figure catching his eye even under layers of winter clothes.

“You’re staring, Giyu,” you teased, giving him a playful nudge with your elbow. “What’s on your mind?”

He turned away, flustered. “It’s nothing,” he muttered, though his faint blush betrayed him. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke, his voice low. “Y/N, you’re…beautiful. I don’t say it often, but it’s true.”

Your breath hitched, and you felt your cheeks heat up. “Thank you,” you said softly. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He turned to face you, his deep blue eyes meeting yours with a rare intensity. Slowly, he raised a hand, brushing his fingers gently against your round, soft cheek. “May I?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your heart pounding. As the first fireworks of the New Year burst in the distance, Giyu leaned in and kissed you. His lips were warm and soft against yours, tentative at first but growing bolder as you responded. His hand rested lightly on the curve of your jaw, his touch reverent as though he were afraid to break the moment.

When you pulled away, you saw a soft smile tugging at his lips—a sight so rare it made your heart skip a beat. “Happy New Year, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice full of quiet affection.

“Happy New Year, Giyu,” you replied, leaning against him as the fireworks lit up the night sky.

Kyojuro Rengoku: The Fiery and Enthusiastic Kiss

The festival lights bathed the village square in a warm glow, and Kyojuro was practically bouncing with energy as he dragged you from stall to stall. He insisted you try every treat and game, his booming laughter echoing as he beamed down at you.

“Y/N, you must try this!” he exclaimed, handing you a skewer of grilled mochi. His amber eyes sparkled as he watched you take a bite, clearly more interested in your reaction than the food itself.

“It’s amazing!” you said, savoring the smoky sweetness.

“Just like you!” he said without hesitation, his gaze lingering on your radiant smile and the way your curves filled out your yukata perfectly. “Your beauty is unmatched, Y/N.”

Your cheeks flushed at his words, but before you could respond, he reached out to brush a stray curl from your face. “The New Year is almost here,” he said, his voice softening. “And there’s something I’ve been wanting to do.”

“What is it?” you asked, your heart pounding.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned in, cupping your face with his warm, calloused hands. His lips met yours in a kiss that was as fiery and passionate as his personality. It was confident and full of love, his grip firm as though he never wanted to let you go. You melted into him, his warmth spreading through you like the festival lanterns’ glow.

When he finally pulled away, the first fireworks of the New Year exploded in the sky, their vibrant colors reflecting in his eyes. “Happy New Year, Y/N!” he declared, his grin wide and infectious. “Let’s make this year the best one yet!”

“Happy New Year, Kyojuro,” you replied, laughing as he swept you into a tight hug.

Sanemi Shinazugawa: The Rough Yet Tender Kiss

Sanemi claimed he didn’t care about New Year’s celebrations, but he agreed to spend the evening sparring with you in the training yard. His sharp gray eyes watched your every move, his smirk growing wider every time you landed a hit.

“You’re getting better,” he admitted grudgingly, brushing a speck of dirt off his arm. His gaze lingered on your figure, the way your curves moved with confidence and strength. He always admired how you carried yourself, though he’d never say it outright.

“Maybe you’re just getting slower,” you teased, your rich brown skin glistening with sweat under the moonlight.

“Tch. Keep talking,” he muttered, though there was no real bite to his words. The distant sound of fireworks drew both of your attention, signaling the arrival of midnight. You turned to Sanemi with a warm smile.

“Happy New Year, Sanemi,” you said softly.

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought he wouldn’t respond. But then he stepped closer, his expression unreadable. “Don’t look at me like that,” he muttered, his voice gruff. “You’re too damn gorgeous for your own good.”

Before you could process his words, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you flush against him. His lips crashed into yours, rough and unyielding at first, but softening as you kissed him back. His hands rested on your waist, gripping you firmly yet carefully, as if afraid to hurt you. The warmth of his body against yours chased away the winter chill, leaving you breathless.

When he finally pulled back, his cheeks were flushed, and he refused to meet your eyes. “Don’t make a big deal out of it,” he grumbled.

You laughed softly, your heart swelling with affection. “Happy New Year, Sanemi,” you said, leaning into him.

“Yeah, yeah. Happy New Year,” he muttered, though the small smile tugging at his lips gave him away.

Muichiro Tokito: The Sweet and Innocent Kiss

The quiet snowfall blanketed the forest in a serene silence as you and Muichiro sat on a fallen log, gazing at the stars. His pale skin glowed under the moonlight, and his mint-green eyes were wide with wonder as he turned to you.

“You look beautiful tonight, Y/N,” he said softly, his gaze lingering on the contrast between your deep brown skin and the pristine white snow. His words were straightforward, as always, but the sincerity in his tone made your cheeks heat up.

“Thank you, Muichiro,” you replied, brushing a curl out of your face. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

He tilted his head thoughtfully. “Do people kiss on New Year’s?” he asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

You nodded, smiling. “It’s a tradition for some people.”

“Then…can I kiss you?” he asked, his cheeks tinged with pink. “I think I’d like to.”

Your heart swelled at his innocence, and you leaned closer. “You don’t have to ask, Muichiro.”

He hesitated for only a moment before closing the distance between you. His lips were soft and warm against yours, the kiss sweet and unhurried. His hand rested lightly on your round cheek, his touch gentle and full of affection. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you under the starry sky.

When he pulled back, his eyes sparkled with quiet joy. “Happy New Year, Y/N,” he said, a rare smile gracing his lips.

“Happy New Year, Muichiro,” you replied, feeling your heart melt at his sweetness.

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Happy new years my lovely’s I love you all so much and I hope you have an amazing new year 😘 and I’ll have a demon version posted later today ❤️

[kleftiko]

you’re bodies are sticky, pressed together as you lay bare. your head against his shoulder as he cradles you, staring up at the ceiling, the fingers of his right hand tracing up and down your skin.

not too long ago he was gripping handfuls of it greedily in order you get you infinitely closer to him, glutinous mouth leaving blotches of possession across it, but now he soothed it with feather light touches as you slept peacefully. the only thing on his mind is wondering why it’s so soft. how could he still feel your smooth skin under the calloused pads of his hands. how could something this soft exist in such a harsh world.

but it didn’t matter when that soft noise escapes your lips, sleep riddled body instinctively curling up against him for comfort. god, he’d let the world burn for you, if only to feel the soft touch of your bare skin against his forever.

kageyama, IWAIZUMI, sakusa (hq) LAW, zoro, ace (op) gojo, geto, YUJI, choso (jjk) giyuu, SANEMI, iguro (kny) yami, nozel (bc) DABI, shigaraki, aizawa? (mha)

[materialgworlas]

[thistletisle]

Men who whimper when you tease them, sucking on the tip of their cock, he begs for you to make him cum and that he needs it so bad.

You find this quite adorable and finally end up giving him what he wants, slowly, you sink onto his cock while he lets out a moan and grabs your hips.

“F-fuck h-ha…! O-oh my god.. I love you- I love your pussy s-so much..!”

Armin Arlert, KUNIKIDA DOPPO, Atsushi Nakajima, OTHELLO, Yuri Briar, Rimuru Tempest, Giyuu Tomioka, Laios Touden, CHILCHUCK TIMS, Balam Shichiro, Ronald Knox, SANJI. Ranpo Edogawa, Serizawa Katsuya, SIGMA, And your favs <3

[kultofkorii]

− Tired

✎ your fav x reader

♦︎summary: your boyfriend is tired after a long day, and tries to convince you to come to bed

♦︎word count: 300+

♦︎warnings: none, short

Men who like to hug you from behind while you're busy. Their scent overwhelming you and simultaneously calming you. You can feel their chest against you back, rising and falling with each breath they take. Their warm arms wrapped around your waist, snugly, as if they were make to be placed there. Your face shifts to an expression of amusement, mind being taken off of your current task.

,,and just what do you think you're doing, Sir?,,

,,mmm... just seeing what you're up to, was getting lonely without you,, His husky voice sending vibrations through your upper back and chest. From the low pitch of his voice alone, you could tell he was about five minutes from collapsing in exhaustion.

,,you sound tired baby, why haven't you gone to bed yet?,, You questioned him, but continued with your task at hand. You felt him squeeze lightly at your waist, rubbing small circles where one of his hands rest on your stomach. You release a content hum, relaxing every more into his hold.

,,come t' bed with me, please?,, He rasps out, anyone who didn't know him well, wouldn't be able to notice the whine in his voice. You take pride in how much you know your man, quirks, ambitions and all, there was nothing he could do that would get past you.

Not even his light manipulation; he knew the affect his voice laced with sleep had on you. Knew you couldn't resist him, especially when he was in the mood for cuddles which was few and far between.

,,okay, just let me finish this and I'll be right with you-,, he cut you off, pulling you impossibly closer to his body, as if trying to fuse you into becoming one.

,,you can finish t'morrow, you always over work 'ya self,, His words began to slur together, his tiredness getting the better of him. You supposed it would be better to abide by his wishes, before he falls asleep where you both stand and traps you here; a common occurrence.

,,alright big guy, come on, you win,, Your hand intertwines with his as you pull him with you to your shared bedroom. Your eyes growing heavy as you make your way to that sweet mattress where you could bundle up with your love under warm comforters.

♦︎note: This is really me just testing out the waters before I really start writing. I haven't written in a long time, so I'd really love if you all would send me any requests you have! 😊

[therabbitthatpostthings]

Yes I know Shinobu is a student in the actual Kimetsu Academy, I choose to ignore that fact everyday and put her with rest of the Hashira <3

Kimetsu Academy AU

Giyuu x Fem!Reader

There’s a mysterious girl that hangs around the outside of Kimetsu Academy. No one in the school knows her and her uniform doesn’t look familiar either. Shinazugawa for one thought the rumor was stupid. Who actually cared if this girl was real or not? Not like she ever came on campus. No one on the student council actually entertained the idea. It wasn’t important.

That was until Shinobu, Kanae and Shinazugawa saw the elusive girl. She was very pretty, idly scrolling on her phone and chewing gum. She noticed them standing there and removed her headphones, “Hi?”

“Hello,” Kanae smiled, “Do you need help?”

“No, I’m waiting for my friend. He takes a while.” The girl replied.

“I feel like I’ve seen you before, are you always here?”

“Yeah, almost everyday. We walk home together.” The conversation was cut short by an approaching Tomioka. The girl’s face lit up. “Giyuu! What took so long?”

“Sorry, I just finished cleaning.”

Shinobu not-so-subtly cleared her throat, “Tomioka, why haven’t you introduced us to your friend? We won’t bite.”

He turned to face you for aid but you simply nudged him back to face them. He could feel his social battery draining already. “This is (L/N)(Y/N), my girlfriend. (Y/N), this is President Kocho Kanae, her sister Kocho Shinobu and Vice President Shinazugawa.”

All of them stood shocked, especially you. You stammered, “W-When- W-What do you mean your girlfriend?!”

“Because we go on dates, and walk home together and I’m always at your hou-”

“Wha- okay!” You put your hands to his mouth. Face flushed and burning. How can he say things like this so casually?

You cleared your throat and wrapped your arm around his. “It was nice to meet you all, we need to get going. Goodbye.”

They watched you practically drag Giyuu away, he trailed behind you in your hastily planned exit from this awkward conversation.

Extra:

Uzui almost toppled over in laughter. “How could you let Tomioka get a girlfriend before you?!”

If Giyuu would look up from the cute photo you sent him he’d see Shinazugawa and Obanai glaring daggers into him.

[gamblersdoll]

can u write dom tomioka smut pretty please ofmgnhsjd.☺️

(demon slayer)

cw/tw: spanking, dominance flood, name calling, porn with a little plot.

“the hell did you think would happen, slut.” it wasnt really a question, yet it sounded like one. to be honest, all you really did was make it known that you had no under garments on, nipples pebbling up and camel toe prominent.

“fuck– sorry, baby!” you cried, being on your knees was hell. even though they dug into the bed, they got sore. “dunno what i was thinking—“

a hard slap to your ass came, “i dont know what you were thinking either, some nasty whore shit.” he says, venom somewhat seeping in his words. his face only scrunches up, disapproving look on his face. “did you need attention, whore?”

“n—“

“so why do that? hm?” he retorts, his angling his cock deeper into your walls. “fucking cunt is just sucking me in. now tell me the real reason.” he puts a knee up, getting a deeper angle and thrusting into that gummy spot.

“i ca—“

“swear to fucking god if you say you cant.” he threatens, pressing the lower of your back into the bed and hovers over you. “say that and ill get your throat and your ass.”

“i needed—“ you try to say, but he cuts again. shit, he was pissed.

“you needed this cock?” he asks, pulling himself and slapping it against the round of your ass. you try to wriggle yourself back to get full again, but he holds you down. “cant even lie to me, slutbaby.”

you clench on and around nothing, the name burning itself into your whole entire body. you did need him.

“beg for it.” he commands, pulling the back of your hair and taking a finger to trace your entrance.

“please tom—“

he slaps your ass again, but harder than usual. “try that again. start the fuck over.”

“please baby..” you pitifully say, trying to recover from the spank and slide him back inside. he scoffs, yanking your hair back so you can introduce your back to his chest.

“thats the best you got?” he asks, hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing. he throws you back down to the mattress, bottoming out into your walls. “have to teach you how to beg properly next.”

you moan, his mean cock bullying into that foreign spot that only felt good with him. “baby– shit im so sorry!”

“oh, i bet.” he replies, eyebrows furrowing together and biting his lip. “fuck— how good does this feel? tell me and youll get what you wanted.”

“so good, baby! need it so bad!” you whine, drool dribbling from your mouth onto the sheets of the bed and legs shaking. “make me feel so good!” you started babbling, tomioka always making you do that with his girthy cock.

he cums into your walls with a growl, gripping the fat of your ass and breathes heavily.

“dont do that shit again, or its your ass next.”

[sanjisblackasswife]

They Treat You Like This, Intentionally

Toji, Geto, Tengen, Suna, Atsumu, Iwa, Nanami, Shanks, Sabo, Doffy, Kid, Giyuu, Suna, Eren, Reiner, Aizawa

They Treat You Like This, Unintentionally

Gojo, Luffy, Zoro, Bokuto, Osamu, Law, Rengoku, Sanji, Kuroo, Ace, Choso, Corazon, Kageyama, Ushijima, Killer, Armin, Jean, Erwin, Fatgum, AllMight

[giyuuslittleslave]

How he looks giving me backshots…

Im sorry i will kms now.

Anyways fr can you guys tell I love Giyuu?

[venny-the-chubbyblack-writer]

Title: Only You

Part of the: kny blind date series

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The restaurant was warmly lit, with soft music playing in the background and couples chatting quietly at the nearby tables. You looked down at your outfit—an elegant dress in a deep color that brought out the richness of your skin and hugged your curves in a way you hoped was flattering. Still, your hands fidgeted at the fabric, your fingers picking at invisible threads. The insecurities bubbled up, filling your mind with whispers of doubt.

Would tonight be like the others? Would your date turn cold, make some excuse, or worse, comment about your body, as if the way you looked was some kind of personal offense?

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. You’d promised your friend you’d give it one more chance, and she’d set this one up, assuring you that this Giyuu Tomioka guy was different. And from the way she’d talked about him, you’d started to feel a little spark of hope. Just a spark—but you were holding onto it.

The door opened, and your heart skipped a beat as a tall man with dark, tousled hair and intense blue eyes stepped in. He was dressed simply but looked effortlessly handsome. His gaze was serious, almost as if he was carrying a quiet storm within him, but when he saw you, his expression softened. He gave a small nod and walked over, each step calm and deliberate.

“Y/N?” he asked, his voice low but gentle.

“Yes, that’s me,” you replied, giving him a small smile.

He took the seat across from you, his eyes meeting yours directly. For a moment, he didn’t speak, and you found yourself shrinking slightly under his intense gaze. Was he judging you already? Did he notice the way your dress clung to your curves, the extra softness in your arms, the way your cheeks were rounder than most? Your heart started to sink, and you braced yourself for another disappointing evening.

But then, he did something unexpected. His gaze softened, and he tilted his head slightly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You look…really beautiful,” he said quietly, almost as if he was saying it more to himself than to you.

Your heart stuttered, and you felt warmth rush to your cheeks. He hadn’t looked at you with that familiar, dismissive look you were used to. There was no judgment, no hesitation. Just calm admiration.

“Thank you,” you managed, your voice a little breathless.

Throughout dinner, you found yourself becoming more comfortable in his presence. Giyuu was quiet, but not in a way that made things awkward. He seemed to listen deeply, his attention fully on you, nodding along and making small, thoughtful comments. When you talked, his blue eyes stayed focused on you, as if you were the only person in the room.

After a while, you felt brave enough to ask him more about his life. He told you about his work as a swordsman, how he often traveled alone, and how he felt connected to nature. He spoke with a quiet reverence about the little things he loved—sunrises over misty fields, the sound of rivers, the peacefulness of early mornings. There was something deeply beautiful in the way he saw the world, and you found yourself leaning in, captivated.

When the conversation turned toward your past relationships, however, you felt that familiar wave of insecurity rise up. You looked down at your hands, gathering the courage to speak. “I, um, I don’t… I haven’t had the best experiences with dating.”

Giyuu looked at you, a question in his eyes but no pressure, just quiet encouragement.

You took a breath, letting the words tumble out. “I’ve been on a few dates before, and…well, it didn’t really work out. People have said things…about my body. About how I look.” You laughed nervously, though it didn’t feel funny. “I guess I’m just not what most people expect.”

Giyuu’s gaze softened, and he leaned forward slightly. “People have said things…about your body?” His voice was gentle but held an undercurrent of something you couldn’t quite place.

You nodded, feeling a pang of vulnerability. “Yeah. They say they want someone…different. And I understand, I mean, I know I’m…chubby, not everyone’s type…”

You trailed off, unsure of how to finish, when Giyuu suddenly reached across the table, placing his hand over yours. His touch was warm and comforting, grounding you.

“Y/N,” he murmured, his thumb brushing gently across your knuckles. “Your body is…beautiful. There’s nothing wrong with you. I like it, actually.” His voice was soft, almost reverent. “I…don’t understand why anyone would say something to hurt you. If they can’t see what I see…that’s their mistake.”

The sincerity in his eyes made your chest ache. You could see he wasn’t just saying that out of pity; he truly believed every word. For the first time in a long time, you felt seen—not just as someone who was there to be evaluated, but as someone worth admiring.

The dinner continued with a comfortable warmth, and when it was time to leave, Giyuu asked if he could walk you home. As you strolled through the quiet streets together, your hand brushed against his, and after a moment’s hesitation, he intertwined his fingers with yours, holding your hand firmly but gently.

When you reached your door, you paused, feeling a little sad that the evening had come to an end.

“Thank you, Giyuu,” you said softly, meeting his gaze. “This was…really special.”

He nodded, looking at you with that same soft intensity. “It was. I’m glad I could spend tonight with you.”

You bit your lip, hesitating. You weren’t sure if you should invite him in, or if that would be too forward. But before you could decide, he reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your cheek.

“Would it be alright if…if I saw you again?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper.

A warm smile spread across your face, and you nodded. “I’d really like that.”

He let out a soft breath, and for a moment, it looked like he wanted to lean in, his gaze flickering to your lips. But he held back, instead lifting your hand to his lips and pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your knuckles. The gesture left you breathless, and when he pulled back, he gave you a gentle smile that made your heart skip a beat.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and tenderness.

As you closed the door, you leaned against it, a joyful warmth spreading through your chest. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this seen, this cherished. Giyuu had not only accepted you, he had embraced you, seeing beauty in you that others hadn’t.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt that spark of hope glowing stronger, like a flame that couldn’t be extinguished. Maybe this was the beginning of something new, something that would allow you to love yourself just as much as he clearly did.

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I hope you guys love this fanfic I made reblogs are greatly appreciated 🫶🫶🫶

[ebonyslasher]

Sorry if this is to specific

But can you do a thick user with demon slayer men? And when I say thick i mean like a pear body shape wide lower body parts and stretch marks I just don’t see a lot of writers do this body type

It's not too specific at all! Honestly, you could even give more detail than that and it'd still be okay. I chose the guys, since you didn't include which specific men you wanted.

Pear-Shaped Thick!Reader with Demon Slayer men:

Tengen Uzui

"What a flashy figure...!"

Tengen is enchanted by your looks. Your hair, skin, and fashion were so distinctive from the area. He was bored with the Meiji era standard of beauty. How were you going to be flashy if you looked standard?! He finally found another person that would understand his plight.

As expected, he's quite vocal with his appreciation. How could he NOT be? You were cool and extra fine; someone worthy to be apart of his harem.

"Y/N, you're just as stylish as ever!"

"Whoa! Be careful throwing that flashy figure around, you might just make people faint!"

The people he's referring to is his wives. They are also avid fans of you. What? You thought he would faint? And miss looking at that awesome body of yours?

He certainly did not want to miss seeing your smooth skin, enriched with lovingly patterned strikes that covered your cute hanging stomach, ass, and thighs. He bit his lips at the thought of touching your soft body. Cuddling with you would be heaven on earth. You were beautiful and beginning to be a wonderful possible addition to his marriage.

Giyuu Tomioka

Characteristically, your shape is not the first attribute Giyuu noticed. He paid more attention to your face and how you acted during your introduction. Once his attraction to you becomes more apparent over time, that's when he pays attention to your body.

He's overwhelmed. How could he handle all that? He isn't a confident man. The only time his confidence shows is in his fighting and training, slightly. Not in romance, much less sexual interactions. He employs a secret style training...calls it Sex Breathing. It targets his arms, hips, and legs in order to handle your bottom heavy size.

One time, he accidentally watched you when you were changing. It was a small moment before he forcefully turned his head away. But Tomioka did not miss that you had stretch marks adorning your thick thighs. Giyuu became addicted to the memory, wishing he could have had the audacity to watch you fully undress.

Your figure could not be hidden by your clothing, much to his combined glee and chagrin. He loved that he could see it, but hated that others could enjoy your lovely figure too.

Gyomei Himejima

Gyomei, respectable and pious as he is, privately succumbs to his dirty thoughts after you both start dating. He'd felt your bottom heavy figure against his body after the first hug. The feeling of that soft stomach and thick thighs stuck in his memory. The hulking young man begins to pray.

"Kami, as these straying thoughts plague my mind, i must ask that the gods keep me afloat. But, I must thank them! Only they could construct a being such as Y/N! I will not ignore this obvious blessing to my life!"

Gyomei will not make it known of his thoughts on your figure, keeping his comments to himself. He makes the effort to not make you uncomfortable, not wanting to scare you off. Once you let him know that it's okay, he is more free with his thoughts.

He strongly desires to hold you daily, his hands ache to travel down your pear-shaped figure in glee. You felt so soft. Gyomei wanted to cuddle to feel his hard muscles against your supple form. It's always a blessing when he's able to. Each time is more magical than the last.

Gyomei, selfishly, makes you describe your stretch marks to him. As poetic as possible, to paint the perfect picture in his head.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

It was rough journey getting past Sanemi's tough exterior. Many times you wanted to give up on your odd pursuit of this mean ass hashira. But, it was obvious his act protected himself and others, albeit extremely harsh. You knew something sweet lied past that facade.

And your intuition was correct. After you broke him down with your endless flirting, he started to bite back. In his own special way, of course. It starts with:

"I'm not staring!"

To

"Just cause you're shaped like that doesn't mean you can say whatever you want."

To

"Sometimes looking at you calms me down...but excites me in a different way.."

Sanemi felt drunk whenever he was with you. The sight of you makes his heart race. Your pear shaped figure was something he could not ignore. Trust and believe, he has tried many times. It was as if your body called out to him, instructing him to look. Much to his embarrassment, it did not take long for him to relent to the voice and stare. He was always in a different plane of existence when you came into the room. It annoyed him to no end.

Sanemi was speechless when he first laid eyes upon your unclothed form. His eyes gravitated up and down the electric marks that blessed your appearance. You had never seen him so affected.

[tr4sh3d-v4mp]

𝐈𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞?

𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

This character would be shy towards you

This character would let you touch them especially if they really don't like to be touched you're the exception

This character has absolutely no social clue

This character once they find out that you have a crush on them would be so shocked

This character watches you from a far

You're the one this character want to get stronger for

This character doesn't have time for romance yet you're the exception

Though this character doesn't show it you are always running laps round his mind

This character is very mindful of you

This character though he knows of your feelings for him won't approach you until either he's ready or you give him a sign or signal of the sort

This character wants your undivided attention but won't say anything

This character will stare at you with out even noticing

This character loves your unruly curls and how some of them even frame your face

This character silently seeks comfort in your presence

This character thinks you smell so nice

This character pays attention to the small details about you for example if you're usually the quiet kind he'll notice if you're more talkative today or if you're more of the indifferent kind he'll notice if you re excited

This character is okay with being just friends with you if it means he doesn't get to lose you....

[materialgworlas]

When Demon Slayer Cast Goes To A Theme Park <3

[k-koriikorner]

DAY 1 - OVERSTIMULATION

kinktober 2023. - masterlist |

warnings. - gn! reader,, overstim,, sub/dom dynamics,, cowgirl,, kinda short sorry it's a warm up, messy and semi-rough

♠︎giyuu tomioka...

The feeling of cool lips against your warm, supple neck drew jolts of ecstasy through your body. With equally cool hands holding onto your plush sides for dear life. ,, just on more, can you do that for me baby?,,

He released a low whine, burying his unusually cold nose deeper into the shadows of your neck. He wanted to, he really did, he'd love nothing more than to please you, the person who'd made him feel pleasure past the boundaries he'd never thought possible.

The weight of your touch against his awaiting skin brings him to such highs that his normally collected mind slips into a state of pure bliss, unaware of the world around him. Forgetting about his role as a Demon Slayer and everything else except your warm, supple body against his skin, and the warm tight entrance you greet his aching member with.

The feel of your warm canal, milking him dry of everything he has, one after the other you pulled an orgasm from him and he let you. He let you take whatever you wanted from him, the thought of his reward motivating him. ,,I can't... I ca- I can't do it anymore,,

,,You can baby, I know you can just give me one more,, Bending down to press your warm, plump lips against his flushed skin before stroking him with your tight canal. Those sweet sounds you were chasing after fell from his pink lips, seemingly growing in volume and pitch.

,,My whiny baby,, I know, I know just gimme one more and we can rest after that, okay?,,

He shook his head no, those navy blue locks of hair shifting between the pillow he rested on but with him not using the safe word you knew that he was just as eager as you to milk his last orgasm. Giyuu began to slowly move his hips upward, trying to match you slow sensual pace. His slender cock, warm to the touch, pumped into your entrance more excitable than a few seconds ago.

The six inches of his member reached the depths of your canal, brushing against that forbidden button, making your head throw back in pure unfiltered bliss. You released a cry as Giyuu continued to abuse this spot, his pace picking up despite the over stimulation he was experiencing. His main drive now being to witness you release more of those delicious sounds and become just as whiny and cockdrunk as he was pussydrunk.

Sticky hips connected over and over as you met his thrusts, whispers of his name fell from your lips as you experienced a high. A familiar feeling coursed through your lower body, familiar but just as delicious as all those times before. Giyuu's voice grew more needy, his thrusts becoming ever more intense, abusing your insides till it almost hurt. A more delirious moan sounded from your voice as he pushed deeper than ever before. His name falling from your lips as a prayer, calling onto him, driving him closer over the edge.

You looked down towards your mess of a husband, half-lidded ocean blue eyes locked onto your vibrant ones that were just as heavy. Giyuu tilted his head upwards, silent question for a kiss. You obliged lowering down to his level before locking your plump lips with is his. You both swallowed each other's noises, open mouth kisses not being nearly enough to block out either of your whines. Giyuu released your lips in a fit of exhaustion, a small glistening string connecting you two. You giggled at his fucked out expression as he became a babbling mess.

,, 'M gonna cum, 'M gonna cum- Mama please lemme, please-,, Giyuu cut himself off with a loud whine, your sloppy thrusts connected with his hips harder than earlier. You gaze down towards your hips and notice the absolute mess inbetween your legs. Clear wetness from your repeated climaxes and his orgasms had built up between your two to form a puddle beneath you. Giyuu look down as well to see the absolute mess you'd both became, that had been his final straw as he threw his head back in pure ecstasy and he released his last load for tonight.

A surprised, but ecstatic expression crossed your face as you milked his cock for the seventh time, but your reaction was short lived as your face soon morphed into one of pure pleasure as you reached your high. You and Giyuu pulled eachother a little closer as your hole gushed with your mixed juices, being filled to the brim. Heavy pants filled the room as you both settled down from your passion, and soon a small giggle left your lips before Giyuu silenced you by locking your lips once again.

[kkeidawrites]

A Cry in the Night

Day 27 of Blacktober

CW: happy feelings, baby fever, then ANGST bring some tissues yall. Be careful with this one.

Screams of agony is heard from inside the once empty and desolate was now filled with a warm home of memories and ready for more to be made.

A bedroom was prepped for sleep, a futon taking up the majority of the room with a kimono laid out on top along with a small kimono placed in the middle.

Walnut colored hands gripped the birthing rope hanging from the ceiling and a body rocked from side to side in pain. Steady but heavy pants leave the lips of the woman giving birth, another scream leaving her lips as she bowed forward to try to relieve some of the pain she felt in her lower body.

Sweat littered her forehead as Y/n groans in pain, her head resting on the rope she held and yelling out to the ceiling, pleading with the gods to help her.

Kanao dabs a damp cloth over her forehead and neck, holding her lower back and whispering encouragement into the woman’s ear.

“Push Y/n-san, you’re doing fine. You can do this.” Y/n yells out again and squats further on her knees.

Kanao and Aoi were more than happy to help Y/n give birth, it was an honor that she had chose them. She trusted them, is what Y/n told them months before and Kanao and Aoi, and Uzui’s wives had been helping her prepare for her birth since.

Aoi is knelt on the floor in front of Y/n to catch the babe and has water and a basin nearby to help clean the baby. She too was giving words of encouragement to Y/n, albeit making sure she was watching the inches of the baby’s breaching.

“You are doing great, Y/n-san! Keeping pushing!” Aoi adjusts her knelt position to come closer to Y/n’s lower body.

Outside of the room, Giyu Tomioka is knelt on the engawa as he waits for the birth to finally be over. It has been eleven hours since his wife had went into labor and a few hours since started pushing. He felt helpless, she was in agony and he couldn’t be in the room to help her.

“Giyu-san,” the former water Hashira looks up from his knees to see Tanjiro sit next to him, a warm smile ever permanent on his face.

“Y/n-san will pull through this…you know she will.” Tanjiro reassures him.

“That’s…not what I am worried about.” Giyu faces forward again with a sad look.

Tomorrow was his 25th birthday and he was scared, the curse of the slayer’s mark weighed heavily upon him and he didn’t want to leave this world without at least knowing what the name of his child would be.

“I turn 25 tomorrow and my child has yet to enter the world…I am afraid, Tanjiro.” Giyu says tightening his fists in the fabric of his hakama.

Tanjiro watched his friend, his fear evident on his brow and reached out with his right hand to rub his shoulder.

“We do not know if the curse will still be in effect, Kanao has been providing you with the blue spiderlily tea, yes? And according to her, your body hasn’t succumbed to the symptoms of the curse.” This doesn’t help Giyu’s nerves settle and Tanjiro hums solemnly.

“The curse said that when you awaken the demon slayer mark you would die before the age of 25, you turn 25 tomorrow maybe it won’t affect you.” He tries and Giyu sighs.

Out of things to say, Tanjiro frowns sadly and places his now immobile left arm into his lap and watched his swinging feet.

“Don’t tell me that fatherhood has got you down so soon, Tomioka.” A new voice speaks up and the two look to their left to see Uzui Tengen and his wives approaching them.

With the wives waving and hugging both, they make their way inside the room to provide assistance if needed while Uzui makes himself comfortable by sitting down next to Giyu. Screams of pain are still heard from outside and Uzui exclaims in delight.

“Oh ho! It sounds like everything is going well! It will be a healthy child that will be born indeed!” The retired Hashira laughs.

“Tengan-san,” Tanjiro tries to call but, Tengan is quick to wrap an arm around Giyu’s shoulder while the still downed Giyu groans.

“I know that tomorrow is your 25th, and I know of your worries, your fear,” Giyu’s eyes are once again downcast and Tengan bumps shoulders with him to get his attention.

“But shouldn’t you take this time to be with the ones you love the most?” Tengan comes closer to him with a grin, both humorous and warm.

As soon as he said that, cries of a newborn is wailing from inside the closed room and the women inside let out joyous exclaims and congratulation. Giyu’s eyes widen in surprise and he could feel his chest tense from the sudden excitement he felt. Tengan sees his expression and helps the man to his feet, gently pushing him to the door.

“Go to them, Tomioka. Be with them for as long as you can.” Tengan encourages him and Tanjiro smiles telling him congratulations.

As the slide door opens, Aoi is there to greet him with a bright smile on her lips. She moves to the side to let him inside and Giyu’s eyes fall on his wife who was now laid on her side, and holding the wailing bundle of blankets in her arms.

Her hair was saturated with sweat, her walnut colored skin ashen and white kimono wrinkled but, the look of joy on her face was nothing in comparison to how she was feeling.

To finally hold her baby in her arms, and finally be able to see what they looked like.

In the background, Kanao and the wives of Tengan are cleaning up the room. Makio and Kanao takes the bloody cloths in her arms, Suma is holding the now lukewarm water basin and Hinatsuru is taking the wrapped up placenta outside.

They all quietly give their congratulations as they leave out and Y/n thanks them all tiredly. Once the door is closed, Giyu is stuck standing by the door, frozen from the view before him.

As the babe calmed in their mother’s arms, Y/n brings them up to her bosom and pulls down her kimono to allow them to suckle away at her breast. They calm and Y/n looks up at her start struck husband by the door.

“Giyu,” she calls and that awakened him to look in her eyes. She smiles at him with tears in her eyes.

“Come here and see, come meet our son.” Giyu felt himself soar in delight and takes careful steps to his new family. Kneeling by her side, Giyu looks down at his newborn son suckling and gasps quietly.

“Y/n,” his words were lost to him, he felt like he couldn’t speak. His son, his strong and warm son was perfect. His skin was a warm colored brown and his hair was a curly version of Giyu’s, a perfect combination of both and Giyu couldn’t be any happier.

“He’s perfect.” Y/n smiles at the man before her and brings him into a loving kiss.

Y/n helps him hold their son in his one arm that he was able to hold onto after the final battle with Muzan. Giyu smiles in content at his son, and couldn’t help but caress the soft skin of his son’s cheek. Bringing his arm up, Giyu kisses his son’s head and inhales the newborn smell his son emits.

“My son, I love you so much.” He whispers.

Much later, Y/n rubs their son’s cheek while he slumbers into a much needed sleep. Their son was now dressed in his first kimono, much bigger than what he was able to fit.

They had moved into their room, comfortable in their futon and warm under the kimono, the two adults chat quietly.

“I do not know what tomorrow will bring,” Y/n begins and looks up at her husband.

“But what I do know is that you, Giyu Tomioka will live on, if you are to parish come the morrow then,” Y/n gulps but stands firm with her next choice of words.

“Our son will know that his father was, and is a great man who saved us all from the demons that tormented this world. Yours and mines blood run through this child and he will be able to pass down your story until he cannot anymore.” Giyu nods at her words but then feels her soft hand lift up his chin to look up at her, her eyes filled with determination but tears evident in the corners.

“We will be here living on.” Y/n brings him close and kisses him, both careful of their son below them.

Giyu savors their kiss with everything in his body and once they part he brings both his wife and son close to his body and they all fall asleep in a quiet peace.

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The next day comes and it was a great day for the birth of Y/n and Tomioka’s child and the Uzui’s decided that they would hold a small gathering for the new addition.

Familiar faces were seen at the event as they interact with everyone, a happy event for all.

However, once noon had come Giyu had started to feel ill and he became bedridden for the rest of the evening. Kanao and Aoi were checking his body and temperature but, once Kanao heard his heart and watched his skin ashen they both gave one another a knowing look.

Their frowns were sunken and sadly they brought the wife and new mother outside of her and Giyu’s room to explain their prognosis.

Y/n’s felt her heart break as Kanao explained to her what was happening to Giyu and tightened her hold on her son who was sleeping.

“There’s nothing more that I can do, Y/n-san I am so sorry, I thought I was helping him.” Kanao bows in apology and Y/n kisses the girl’s forehead. She does the same to Aoi who is full on crying at this point.

“You have done nothing wrong my heart, nothing at all. Will you please, make sure that everyone is sent off home?” Y/n’s lips quiver but she holds steadfast to her emotions.

The two younger girls nod and leaves the mother alone to be with her husband. Kneeling by her husband’s side, Y/n looks down at Giyu whose breathing was choppy and his under eyes sunken. His blue eyes were dimmed and Y/n closed her eyes in pain.

Bringing his hand up to her lips, Y/n kisses his slowly chilling hand and lays his palm on their son’s stomach.

“Giyu, can you hear me?” He breathes out a quiet yes and Y/n shudders slightly. Giyu rubs their son’s stomach with as much strength he had and then holds his wife’s hand.

“We will be okay, my love. You just rest now.” She says and Giyu offers up a smile in her direction.

“I love you.” He rasps and Y/n nods.

“We love you too, my heart. So, so much.” Once she says that, Y/n watches as Giyu slowly closes his eyes and his final breath leaves his lips.

Her tears are instant and Y/n lets out a silent wail as she bows over her husband’s now deceased form. From behind her, Tengan, Sanemi, Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenistu are bowing down in mourning for their friend as their respective spouses came inside to comfort Y/n.

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Be sure to like, reblog and comment! Still unwell but, I had some kind of strength to write this.