#giyuu x reader modern au

[demoiselettes]

Valentine’s calling!

Valentine’s Day event, day 2.

.♡ Pairing: Giyuu x reader

.♡ Category: fluff

.♡ Warning(s)/note(s): reader’s gender is not mentioned, modern! au

+Giyuu is a little confused, but has the spirit

@awalkingshame , @kokushiboswaifu , @brokeniced , @potofstewie , @crimsonkenjii-writes

You laid in bed, the ceiling a rectangular patch of darkness above you. This impromptu rousing from your sleep left you confused. It was only when you both heard and felt a low vibration resonating from beneath you, that you understood someone was calling you.

Your phone had slid under your body while you slept, the result of having fallen asleep while scrolling tumblr. That was also most likely why your back was aching. The name ‘Giyuu’ flashed on the screen, the time above reading 00:04. An uneasy feeling bubbled in your stomach. Why would he be calling at this hour? You stuck the phone to your ear.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” the voice that greeted you was raspy and full of sleep, barely audible. He was breathing deeply, too,

« Giyuu? » you mused. « Happy Valentine’s Day! But why are you calling at this hour?” Feeling calmer, your anxiety was replaced by a buzzing confusion. You’d known today was Valentine’s Day otherwise the neatly wrapped box topped with a satin ribbon wouldn’t bave been sitting on your nightstand, but for Giyuu to wish you at midnight was unusual.

“I.. thought it might be nice to call you at midnight,” he rasped sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, this is sweet,” you mused. “You’re sweet.”

There was shuffling on the other side, then a long silence. When he spoke, his voice was shy. “For you.”

“Aw, Giyuu!” You could already picture his face in its pinkish glory. “But did you stay up this late just to wish me?”

“I set an alarm.”

With a decent amount of willpower, you managed to keep from squealing or giggling like a maniac. “Thank you.”

The call lasted for maybe an hour more, Giyuu’s voice growing more sluggish by the minute despite his protestation. He nodded off with simple words of i love you that, by themselves, held a world of promises.

[meowzfordayz]

revealing outfit prank — hashira men

Author’s Note: borderline 18+NSFW, but ~mostly just suggestive. 😉

revealing outfit prank — hashira men

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Iguro Obanai x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~2,000

CW: explicit language, Fem!Reader, mild sexual content

Suggestion Fulfilled: You know those girlfriend pranks on YouTube where the girl wears a sexy/revealing outfit to out in? Can I have HCs of our Hashira with a S/O who tries to walk out in such an outfit? Of course, they respect her choice in wearing whatever she wants, but that outfit is too tempting...

~faqs~

“Hey babe, guess what I’m wearing!”

“Clothes…” 

—I mean, he’s not wrong 🙃

You huff, “Guess again.”

Gyomei pauses, wracking his brain for whatever else you could have on

“... not, clothes?” 🤨

“Well I’m not going out to dinner naked!”

“A cardboard box?” 😅

You can see his brow furrowing

He’s trying his best! 🥺

“So remember that slip dress I was describing for you a while ago?” 😏

His face warms as he recalls how you’d painted quite the picture of dainty ribbon details, an open back, and a satin hem that would barely brush past your thighs

He clears his throat, voice lower than before, “I remember that I encouraged you to buy it.”

He freezes, eyes widening, gaze focusing in the direction of your soft breaths, “You’re wearing it?!!!”

You giggle, he gulps

You can hear his inward groan 😩

“Isn’t it exciting?!” you squeal, stepping toward him, playful palms splaying across his chest as you grin up at his restrained expression, “I feel so pretty!” 😌

“You are so pretty,” he nearly growls, large hands settling promptly on your hips, “Maybe we shouldn’t go out after all.”

“Oh?” 👀

He chuckles as his fingers caress the silky, smooth fabric hugging your body, sensing the heat emanating from your bare, warm skin, eager to feel the curve and seduction of your spine, your shoulder blades, the tenderness of your nape

“I beg your pardon,” he rasps, an unfamiliar darkness in his tone as his fingers move upward to tug at your carefully tied spaghetti straps, tiny bows squished beneath the intensity of his touch, “I’m an adult, you know. I can have dessert for dinner.”

😳🥵🫠

—

“Gyomeeeiii!”

“My love?” ☺️

“I CAN’T POST THIS!” 😭😭😭

“And why not? Is my rizz too much for YouTube?”

“YES.” 😐

“You’re going out in that?” 🧐

You glare back, arms crossing over your chest

A not so subtle attempt to emphasize your tits 😌

Obanai not so subtly glances downward

“I repeat, in that?” 

“The hell is wrong with what I’m wearing?” you scowl haughtily, “I thought you’d like it!” 😞

Blinking in disbelief, Obanai rolls his eyes, amusement softening his judgmental expression 🙄

“I’m not a fucking idiot,” he grumbles, “Of course I love it,” glare returning as he points an accusing finger at you, “But the last time you went out in something like that you ended up stealing all of my layers because you got cold!”

“Well then wear more layers!” you quip cheekily

“That’s my line!” 😐

*sigh*

“Do you want me to change?” 😕

“Absolutely not!” he snaps, ears reddening even as he makes a disgruntled gesture, “But, please, grab a coat.”

“Are you fed up with me?” 🤗

You inch closer to him

His breath hitches

“No.”

“Are you suuure?”

You can hear his heartbeat now, can see the restraint in his hands as he keeps them firmly by his sides

“If we don’t leave soon, then I’ll show you how not fed up with you I am.” 🙃

You grin easily, lips grazing his earlobe as you murmur

“Obanai, I don’t think that was nearly as threatening as you hoped it was.”

He inhales sharply, stepping away from your sweet, sultry scent, feigning sullenness when he mutters

“Your tits are staring at me.” 😃

You laugh, bouncing on the balls of your feet just enough for them to jiggle slightly

“Or are you staring at my tits?” 😉

He audibly groans, head tilting backward as he averts his gaze

“I hate this.” 😒

—

Rest assured, you never make it to your reservation 🤫

The video never makes it to YouTube either

PornHub, however…

Jk, jk

And Obanai does not hate this 😏

“You are breathtaking!” Kyojuro declares, beaming with pride as you twirl for him

He’s doing his best to ignore the fact that he can see your lacey panties when you spin

“Thank you!” you smile, striking a pose for him, “I feel so amazing in this dress.”

“You are amazing in any dress!” 😁

He’s earnest with the perfect dash of seriousness — like he needs to know that you know you’re beautiful

A gentleman as always 🥺

You hesitate, feeling almost guilty as you ask slowly

“Am I only amazing?” 🤭

You hope you’re coming off coy and alluring 😅

For all of his awkwardness, Kyojuro is nothing if not straightforward

“You are also sexy! Most definitely sexy!” 😍

Your expression cracks, your giggling filling the hallway as endeared laughter accompanies you

“How sexy?” you wink, an exaggerated, playful flirtation

Fortunately, Kyojuro loves improv 😏

—Yes, and!

“The sexiest woman I have known, I know, and I will know.”

There he goes again

Earnest, serious, and almost unbearingly sweet 😭💘

“Kyo,” you persist, “I’m trying to seduce you.”

He grins at that, eyes narrowing so quickly you nearly miss the tantalizing glint that flashes through them

“Oh I am aware, sweetheart,” he purrs, gesturing with his index finger for you to twirl again

You do, oblivious to the way his jaw clenches, gaze thickens, your pretty, dainty panties on display for him once more

“Look at me,” he commands softly, relishing the dazed, dizzy, glowing color of your face, “Look at me, and tell me whether you have succeeded.”

You look

It’s impossible to miss his erection, straining against his pants, bulge teasing and beckoning you to come closer

—

You post the video, minus a sizeable chunk 😶

“So people are allowed to thirst over you, but not me?” ☹️

You snort as Kyojuro pouts, patting his arm consolingly, “You can’t really see anything when I’m spinning, but your dick is a little too obvious.”

He perks up at that, kissing your cheek with reassured confidence, “It is quite large.”

—Whatever makes him feel better, y’know 😆

—That being said, it is quite large 🫣

P.S. Kyojuro begs to differ; he can see plenty when you’re spinning 😃

Help this man 😵‍💫

He is TIRED 😮‍💨

—Don’t get me wrong!

Sanemi does his best to be a good sport 🥺

And he’s 1,000% watched your videos in “secret”, numerous times over; you are entertaining ☺️

On nights when you’re apart, he falls asleep to his Favorites list (which consists solely of you) on auto-play

But there’re just one (thousand) too many trends for him to keep up with, and he never knows when he’s going to be your ~victim again 🙃

“Is this another prank?” he sighs, only slightly exasperated as his eyes stray from your pretty mouth to your tits practically spilling from your top 🫣

“Oh, so now I can’t look nice without it being a prank?” you retort, scowling playfully, “Rude.” Raising his hands in mock defense, Sanemi smiles softly as you step closer to him

“You can touch me, y’know,” you murmur gently, “I’m not gonna break.”

Swallowing thickly, he lowers his arms, forearms hooking around your hips as he pulls you in

“Yeah,” he croaks, scanning the bedroom for wherever you might’ve hid your phone, desperation and desire bubbling in his throat, “But I’m not so sure about your outfit, it’s got so many strings and… and, holes.” 😃

You laugh cheerfully, squeezing his waist as you inform him, “They’re cutouts. They’re supposed to be sexy.” 😌

“They are,” he replies bluntly, stifling a long inhale as he willingly gives into his fate, “You are so fucking sexy.”

He’s already plucking at your shoulder straps, somehow boxing you in with his broad, chiseled body, even though it’s his back against the wall

“You’re not gonna ask me how I manage to avoid getting tangled?” you tease, your breasts pressed firm and warm into his chest as his heartbeat quickens

The question had occurred to him, but-

“Why the hell would I ask that when I could be untangling you instead?”

—

“Send me the video.” 😐

“Excuse me?”

You’re grinning

“Please.” 😞

He’s begging

You acquiesce, the thought of Sanemi jerking off to it later inspiring you to reach down again 😉

(Now imagine his faintly pained moan as you slowly caress him, valiantly hardening in your careful grip as he mentally prepares himself, this time intending to punish you; you can’t keep missing your reservations! 😤)

#the pranks are getting out of hand 😬

#but Sanemi can’t really find it in himself to be bothered 😶

#at least not when he’s already in something else 😏

“Why are you going out in that?” 🤨

“What are you implying?” you frown

“I asked first.”

You huff, “And your question offended me.” 😒

Grimacing, Giyuu glances downward, “I didn’t mean-”

“Do I look horrible?” ☹️

You almost feel badly, giggles brimming in your chest 🤭

“No.”

“Do I look too good?” 😌

You can practically see the gears turning in his head 

“Yes? No. Yes. Wait. I’m confused.” 🫠

“How does my outfit make you feel?” 😉

He pauses at that, swallowing nervously as you run teasing hands up your sides, accentuating your hips and bust

“I look good, right?” 🥺

“Of course.”

“Do I look too good?” 😏

*Giyuu Panic 2.0 activated*

“What does that mean?” 😭

He’s hushed, in awe of your luscious form, inhaling roughly when you step into his immediate proximity, the hem of your dress nearly brushing against his shins as you twirl for him

“Giyuu, am I turning you on?”

When in doubt, go for frankness

*Giyuu Panic 2.0 deactivated*

Ohhh 😳🙄😎 <— he gets it now

“Not at all,” he says smoothly, “You look quite comfortable.”

You pout, fingers curling into the collar of his shirt as you nudge his feet apart, slipping your leg between his thighs as you close the distance, your body pressing clumsy and hot against his

He sighs, a quiet, enraptured sound, delicately brushing the straps of your dress from your shoulders before he rasps, “I am turned on. Delightfully so.”

Your dress crumples sheer and light to the floor, Giyuu’s jaw ticking with desire as he realizes just how easily it slipped off

“And you,” he murmurs, delicious warning in his tone as he thumbs the undersides of your tits, “Are such a pretty slut.”

—

“Why is it that every time I try and prank you, you end up fucking me instead?” 🥲

“Hm,” Giyuu hums, voice thick with amusement, “Seems premeditated to me.” 🥴

“Giyuu-!” you sputter 🫣

“GiYuU!” he smirks 🙃

“Are you mocking me?” 😠

“And?” he grins 😎

“See if I ever prank you again!” 😤

“Oh you will,” he remarks, nonchalant and cool, “Judging by how many times we changed the sheets yesterday, I’m not even worried.” 😃

Ngl, Tengen’s a lil desensitized 😆

He’s got four wives

He knows you’re all hot af 😉

He knows he’s hot af 😎

There’s not much you can do to faze him

Except like, get injured or something, but that’s kinda the opposite of what you’re aiming for 🥴

“Does this mean we’re fucking after dinner?”

✨He has a way with words✨

“Tengen,” Hina scolds

“So vulgar!” Suma exclaims

“Don’t act so innocent when you’ve ambushed me looking like that,” Tengen mutters, pants already tightening as he takes in the silken fabric draped delicate and precarious over your breasts, “Who’s idea was this?”

“Whose do you think?” Makio snorts

“Tengen,” you say breezily, reaching out to grasp his hand, stroking a coy, tender thumb across his knuckles, “Let’s go, we’re going to be late.”

“Obviously,” he grunts, eyes shining with appreciation—a welcomed promise—as he raises your palm to his lips, kissing your fingertips one by one, “We’re not leaving.”

—

“Hold up, you made two reservations?” Tengen shrieks

Your eyes roll as if to say Duh, already rummaging for a new dress while Suma helps pat Makio’s back dry, steam from the attached bathroom wafting into the bedroom

“She’s always prepared,” Hina chirps proudly, kissing your jaw with a fond smile

“That, and Tengen’s always horny,” you smirk

You don’t really have a video suitable for YouTube 😅, but you do post Before/After photos of the ~prank on Instagram with a cheeky Unfortunately, the “During” photos are NSFW 😏🫢🍑🍆 caption

[soulofapatrick]

How they react to physical contact

Summary: how Sanemi, Giyuu, Obanai, Muichiro (aged up), Zenitsu and Inoskue react to you showing them any form of physical contact

Words: 3.3K

Warnings: none

Notes: should I do more of this type of thing?

The fire flickers weakly in front of us, the flames struggling to hold back the biting cold of the night. I sit wrapped in my haori, staring at the glow, but my attention keeps wandering to Sanemi. He’s sitting a few feet away, his back against a tree, arms crossed tightly over his chest. The tension in his shoulders and the sharp edge of his jaw tell me he’s trying to act like the cold isn’t affecting him, but I can see the faint tremble in his frame.

Sanemi Shinazugawa, always so damned proud. Always so determined to take on the world alone.

I sigh, pulling my blanket tighter around my shoulders as the wind picks up. A part of me wants to leave him to his stubbornness, but I can’t. Not when I know how much he’s been through. Not when I know how much he’s hurting—even if he won’t admit it.

Standing, I take the blanket with me and walk toward him. His head snaps up, his piercing gaze locking onto mine.

“What the hell are you doing?” he barks, his tone rough and defensive.

“You’re freezing, Sanemi,” I say simply, stopping in front of him. “Let me help.”

“I don’t need your help.” He glares at me, his pride practically radiating off him in waves, but I don’t miss the way his fingers twitch slightly, betraying how stiff they must be from the cold.

I roll my eyes, ignoring his protests as I sit down beside him. “You’re impossible,” I mutter, draping the blanket over both our shoulders before scooting close enough that our sides touch.

He stiffens immediately, his whole body going rigid. “What the hell—”

“You’re shivering,” I interrupt softly. “And I’m the Fire Hashira. If I can’t warm you up, who can?”

His mouth opens like he’s about to snap at me, but no words come out. He just glares at the fire, his jaw clenched tight.

Minutes pass in tense silence, the only sounds the crackling of the fire and the wind rustling through the trees. Slowly, though, I feel the tension in his shoulders start to ease.

“I don’t need—” he starts again, but his voice is quieter now, less sure.

“I know,” I reply, my tone gentle but firm. “But you deserve it anyway.”

He’s silent for a long moment. Then, to my surprise, he shifts. It’s subtle at first, a slight movement closer, but then he turns, rolling over to face me. Before I can say a word, he wriggles under my arm, pressing his face against the crook of my neck. His breath is warm against my skin, and I feel his arm slip around my waist, holding me with a surprising gentleness.

My heart stutters in my chest, but I don’t pull away. Instead, I wrap my arm around his shoulders, holding him close. His hair tickles my chin, and the warmth of his body against mine feels like a fragile kind of trust, one I’m almost afraid to break.

“Don’t say anything,” he mumbles, his voice muffled against my chest.

“I wasn’t going to,” I whisper back, smiling softly.

His grip tightens slightly, and I swear I feel the faintest hint of a sigh escape him. The fire crackles softly beside us, and for the first time tonight, the cold feels far, far away.

The campfire crackles faintly, its glow barely keeping the darkness at bay. The cold night air wraps around me like a second skin, and despite the layers of my uniform and haori, the chill seems to seep right through. I glance over at Giyuu, lying on his side a few feet away from the fire, his back to me. Even in the dim light, I can see the faint tremor in his frame, the cold getting to him more than he’s willing to admit.

Giyuu is like that—always quiet, always trying to endure everything on his own. It’s a part of who he is, but it also makes my chest ache to see him like this.

The wind picks up, and he shivers again, curling in slightly on himself. That’s it. I can’t just sit here and watch him freeze.

Without a word, I shift out of my spot by the fire, grabbing my blanket as I crawl over to him. He doesn’t move or say anything, but I can tell he knows I’m there; his body tenses slightly, almost imperceptibly, as I settle behind him.

“Giyuu,” I whisper softly, but he doesn’t respond.

Gently, I drape the blanket over both of us and lie down beside him, pressing myself against his back. He freezes completely when I slip my arm around his waist, holding him close. His body is cold, far colder than I expected, even under all his usual layers.

“You’re freezing,” I murmur, my voice barely audible over the wind. I bury my face in the back of his shoulder, feeling the rough fabric of his haori against my skin and the faint, shivery rise and fall of his breath.

“I’m fine,” he finally mumbles, his voice quiet and distant.

“No, you’re not,” I say softly but firmly, tightening my hold on him. “Just… let me do this, okay?”

He doesn’t answer, but he also doesn’t push me away. His body stays stiff for what feels like an eternity, as if he’s bracing himself for something he doesn’t know how to handle.

Slowly, though, I feel him start to relax, his shoulders dropping slightly, his breathing evening out. He’s still quiet, but there’s a subtle shift in the air between us—something softer, more vulnerable.

I close my eyes, letting the warmth we’re sharing push back the cold. “You don’t have to do everything alone, Giyuu,” I whisper against his shoulder.

This time, there’s no response, but the faint way he leans back into me, just enough to close the last bit of space between us, says more than words ever could.

The evening is quiet, the air heavy with the sounds of crickets and the distant rustle of trees. I can feel the tension in the space between us, but it’s not the kind that usually lingers—this time, it’s something different. Something… softer.

I sit across from Obanai, watching him as he sharpens his sword, his focus intense, his usual guarded expression set in place. His snake-like eyes dart over his work, lips pressed into a thin line. He always carries himself like there’s a wall between him and everyone else. I don’t mind it; it’s part of who he is. But sometimes… sometimes I just wish I could break through that wall, even if it’s just for a moment.

The urge to reach out to him hits me unexpectedly. It’s a simple gesture—a soft touch on the arm, just to show him that I’m here. Just to remind him that he’s not alone in all of this.

I shift a little closer, my hand brushing his arm as I rest it there, my fingers lightly grazing his skin.

For a moment, there’s nothing. No reaction, no change in his posture, just the soft scratch of his sword against the whetstone. But I can feel the slight tension in his muscles, the way he stiffens, like he’s unsure how to react.

“Don’t,” he mutters under his breath, his voice low and strained. “You don’t have to do that.”

I pause, but I don’t pull my hand away. Instead, I let my fingers linger for just a moment longer, tracing the line of his sleeve, a quiet reassurance. “I know. But I want to.”

His hand falters, his grip tightening on his sword, but he doesn’t withdraw from the touch. His breathing hitches just once—so quietly that I’m not sure I even heard it—but it’s enough to tell me that my presence is reaching him in a way he hasn’t let anyone else see.

“You’re not good at this, are you?” I tease softly, my thumb brushing against his skin.

His gaze flicks up to meet mine for a split second, and for the briefest moment, his eyes soften. “I don’t need anyone’s pity,” he responds, but there’s no bite to his words, just a faint flicker of vulnerability.

“I’m not giving you pity, Obanai,” I reply, my voice sincere. “I’m just offering you a little comfort. You deserve it, you know.”

His mouth tightens, a stubbornness still present, but he doesn’t move away. The warmth of his body still radiates through the fabric of his uniform, and for the first time in a long while, I sense him letting himself feel something other than the weight of his own isolation.

“You’re an idiot,” he mutters under his breath, but this time, there’s a quiet, almost fond tone hidden beneath the words.

I smile at that, gently squeezing his arm. “Maybe. But I’m your idiot.”

And for the first time since I met him, I catch the briefest glimpse of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It’s fleeting, but it’s enough.

He doesn’t pull away, and neither do I.

The sky above is dark, stars scattered across the expanse like tiny pinpricks of light. The mission has left us exhausted, but there's a strange calm in the air tonight, the kind that settles between us without a word being spoken. Muichiro sits next to me, staring into the distance, his usual distant expression making it hard to tell if he's lost in thought or just simply existing.

I watch him for a moment, the way he’s so still, almost like a statue, his hair falling neatly over his eyes. Despite his calm demeanour, I know Muichiro has been through more than most people can understand. And sometimes, I wonder if even he understands it.

I don’t think about it much longer before I shift, deciding to inch closer to him. The night air is chilly, and it feels right to just share a little warmth. He doesn’t move as I settle next to him, just the faintest tilt of his head in my direction.

Without asking, I lean over slowly, gently resting my head on his shoulder.

The moment I do, there’s a sudden tension in his body, as if I’ve triggered something deep within him. He freezes. His whole body becomes a statue, no longer just his face, and I can feel the slight tremor in his muscles as his breath catches.

For a moment, there’s nothing but silence between us.

I raise my head slightly to look at him, but his gaze is fixed forward, his pupils slightly dilated. His usual calm demeanour is shattered, and I can see the way his fingers twitch, like he’s unsure what to do.

“I… um…” Muichiro starts, his voice trailing off awkwardly. “Why are you doing that?”

I smile softly, not pulling away, enjoying the rare moment where he seems just a bit off-balance. “Because you looked like you needed it.”

His face flushes slightly, and I can see him shift uncomfortably, his usually smooth expression faltering just a little. He tries to compose himself, but it’s clear I’ve caught him completely off-guard.

“I don’t need…” His voice is almost too quiet to hear, like he's struggling to find the right words. “I don’t know how to… what do I do?”

I can feel the warmth of his body close to mine, but the awkwardness is tangible, almost like the air around us is thickening. I chuckle lightly and lean back into him again, my head resting against his shoulder.

“Just… relax, Muichiro. There’s nothing you need to do.”

For a long time, there’s no response. He doesn’t push me away, but I feel him hesitate, unsure, still trying to wrap his mind around why this simple touch is affecting him so much.

His breath steadies, but it’s still a little shaky as he shifts, allowing himself to relax just a little into the contact. I smile, feeling the faintest pressure against my shoulder where he shifts slightly closer, almost imperceptibly.

And in that moment, I know: I’ve done something to him. Something that breaks through his usual reserve. I’ve short-circuited his calm, and for the first time in a while, Muichiro Tokito doesn’t know how to respond. But he doesn’t pull away. And that, in itself, is enough.

The night is quiet, the faint rustle of trees in the breeze the only sound besides the crackling of the campfire. Zenitsu sits a little further away, staring at the fire with that familiar, anxious look in his eyes. He’s trying to seem tough, like he always does, but I can see the way his shoulders are tense, the way his hands fiddle with the edges of his haori as if the night itself is too much for him.

I can’t help but smile at the sight. Zenitsu, for all his shouting and bravado, really is just a bundle of nerves. He’s brave, yes, but sometimes I just want to pull him close and remind him that he doesn’t always have to be alone in his fears.

I move toward him quietly, watching his back as he stares at the fire. He doesn’t notice me at first, too caught up in his thoughts. I stand behind him for a moment, debating how to approach him—he’s sensitive, after all. But then, the feeling of wanting to comfort him, to ease that tension in his body, overtakes me.

I step up and, without a word, wrap my arms around his waist from behind, pulling him into a hug.

Zenitsu’s body stiffens instantly, his breath catching in his throat. I can feel the surprise ripple through him, and for a second, there’s a beat of silence between us. He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, as if he’s trying to process what just happened.

“W-What are you doing?!” His voice cracks in that familiar, panicked pitch. “W-Why are you hugging me?!”

I rest my chin gently on his shoulder, holding him a little tighter. “Just because. You looked like you needed it.”

His body remains rigid for a moment longer, but then I feel his shoulders relax—just slightly, enough for me to tell that he’s letting it sink in. “But… but I’m a mess!” he protests, his voice still tinged with his usual self-doubt. “I-I’m not good enough for you, I’m always screwing things up!”

“Zenitsu,” I say softly, pulling him a little closer, “You don’t need to be perfect. I don’t need you to be perfect. You’re more than enough just the way you are.”

His breath hitches again, but this time it’s quieter, softer, as if my words are reaching him in a way he’s not used to. I feel him melt just a little more into the hug, his hands falling to his sides instead of trying to pull away or push me off.

“I…” His voice is quieter now, almost embarrassed. “I don’t know how to handle this…”

I can’t help but smile against his shoulder. “You don’t have to handle anything. Just let me hold you for a moment, alright?”

Zenitsu doesn’t respond right away, but I can feel the way his breath slows, the way he’s leaning into me ever so slightly. I know he’s still nervous, still anxious, but for a brief moment, he allows himself to be held. And to me, that’s enough.

“I… I’m glad you’re here,” he finally murmurs, his voice small, but sincere. “I… I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

I squeeze him just a little tighter, letting him know he’s not alone. “You’ll never have to find out, Zenitsu.”

The air is thick with the scent of the forest, the faint rustling of leaves in the night breeze adding a quiet undertone to the silence around us. Inosuke sits on the ground, grumbling about something, his head lowered as he scowls at the fire, but I can see the way his eyes flicker toward me every so often. He’s never been one for subtlety, always so brash, so full of energy. But there’s a different intensity in the air tonight—like something unspoken is simmering beneath the surface.

I watch him for a moment, the way his sharp features soften when he’s lost in thought. He’s so wild, so untamed, and yet there's something so endearing about him that I can’t help but smile.

Without thinking too much about it, I step closer, drawn to him in a way that feels natural, almost like it’s meant to be.

I slide up behind him, close enough to feel his body heat through the layers of his boar pelt, the familiar roughness of his demeanour still there, but now there's something almost vulnerable in the way he’s sitting—open, waiting, like he knows something is about to change.

“Hey, Inosuke,” I call softly, my voice warm but steady.

He grunts in acknowledgment but doesn’t turn to look at me, his attention still locked on the fire.

I take a breath, feeling a flutter of uncertainty in my chest, but I shake it off. This is Inosuke. He’s not the type to need careful handling. So, without overthinking it, I move in closer, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind, pulling him into a tight embrace.

Inosuke freezes immediately. He doesn’t flinch, but there’s a moment of complete stillness, like he’s trying to process what’s happening. He doesn’t respond right away, so I bury my face into the back of his neck, just resting there.

At first, he doesn’t say anything, his body tense under my touch, almost as if he’s unsure what to do with the sudden closeness. But then, I feel him relax just a little, a deep breath escaping his chest as he shifts slightly.

“What are you doing, huh?” he mutters, but it’s not the usual brashness or annoyance in his voice. There’s something softer in it, a hint of confusion mixed with curiosity. “You’re hugging me?”

I smile against the back of his neck, letting my fingers trail gently along his sides. “Yeah. I am. Is that a problem?”

Inosuke shifts again, his broad shoulders tightening, but this time, he doesn’t pull away. “Tch, not a problem,” he grumbles, but I can tell it’s more to cover up the slight flush in his cheeks than anything else. “Just didn’t expect it, that’s all.”

I laugh softly, letting my arms tighten around him just a little, feeling the warmth of his body under my touch. “I think you needed it. You’re always so tough on the outside, Inosuke. But sometimes you need someone to hold you, too.”

For a brief moment, I feel his hands twitch, as if he’s considering pulling me away. But then, much to my surprise, I feel his hand slowly come up and rest gently on mine, his fingers curling slightly around mine.

“Don’t get any weird ideas,” he mumbles, but there’s a softness to his words now that wasn’t there before. “I’m not some damsel in distress.”

I can’t help but chuckle at his attempt to keep his tough exterior intact. “I know you’re not. But you don’t have to be all tough all the time, you know.”

There’s a long pause, and when he speaks again, his voice is quieter, more subdued than usual. “I’m not used to this,” he admits, his hand squeezing mine just slightly. “But… I like it.”

I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face, and I squeeze him back just a little tighter. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

Inosuke doesn't say anything more, but he doesn’t pull away either. And for the first time, his usual restless energy seems to soften, like the calm of the night has finally found its way to him.

Demon Slayer Masterlist To be made TAG LIST - updated 12th Oct 2024

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

Calling the Hashira

(A/N- I AM BACK YOU GUYS, I HOPE Y’ALL ENJOY THIS!!)

(Characters Included- All the Hashira besides Gyomei and Uzui)

(Warning: Nothing just fluff and swearing)

🦋Shinobu Kocho🦋

- If she calls you and you don’t answer she’ll keep on calling and calling until you answer to mess with you. The only exception is if you’re sick or not doing well.

- She prefers to call someone then to text them it’s more easier for her.

☁️Muichiro Tokito☁️

- If someone calls him and he doesn’t want to talk to them, he’ll just stare at the phone and not answer. He forgets to call them back-

- When he does answer the phone he often times talks quietly so sometimes you’ll have put him on speaker or tell him to speak louder.

🍡Mitsuri Kanroji🍡

- She will talk for hours and hours on the phone. She calls you and the Hashira daily to make sure that everyone is doing well.

- She sometimes gets so excited while talking on the phone that she drops it and the person on the other line is like “Wtf??-”

🌪️Sanemi Shinazugawa🌪️

- He almost always has his phone on Do Not Disturb so if you want to call him you’ll have to call him twice in order for his phone to ring.

- One time you decide to prank him and call him a bunch of times during midnight and he blocked your ass.

🌊Giyuu Tomioka🌊

- He likes to have late night talks with you. Talking about both of you guys day and just about random things that pop in your head at midnight.

- When he receives a call from Shinobu he’ll answer it right away so he doesn’t miss it because he doesn’t want to receive a million texts from her.

🐍Obanai Iguro🐍

- Only calls someone if it’s necessary or if that someone is important to him and he’s worried.

- Sometimes his snake, Karburamaru, likes to mess with him and poke his face really hard to mess up his speech.

🔥Kyojuro Rengoku🔥

- You definitely don’t need to put your phone on speaker when you’re talking to him. Unless you want your eardrums blown off.

- He’s a big fan of talking to people over the phone and checking to see how they’re doing if he can’t see them in person.

Masterlist

[yana-bananai]

Giyuu x male reader

You and Giyuu decide to hit up a laser tag arena, a rare break from the serious responsibilities of your lives. Giyuu's quiet demeanor and calm focus make him surprisingly good at laser tag, his every movement calculated and precise. He glides between barriers with that same graceful, deadly precision he uses in demon-slaying, and you find it both impressive and, admittedly, a little challenging to keep up.

But you're not going to let him win that easily. After some intense rounds, you spot him trying to flank you, his eyes narrowed in concentration. Taking advantage of a hidden passage, you rush him, backing him into a corner with nowhere to go.

Before he can react, you lean in close and press your lips to his, catching him completely off guard. His eyes widen, and he freezes, just long enough for you to steal his breath—and his points. You pull back with a grin, lifting your laser gun and tagging him right on the chest.

Giyuu blinks, clearly a bit dazed, as you walk away, throwing him a smug smirk over your shoulder. "Better luck next time, Tomioka," you call out, leaving him stunned but with the faintest hint of a blush coloring his cheeks

[chiharuhashibira]

Next chappy's up!

And yes, I won't make you cry 😫 I'll try thoooo~

Let's start this now! First part will be written in Sanemi's POV. Then after the --, I will go back to Y/N.

I present you the Part of of 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ☺️!

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝚅

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐗 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔)

<𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫>

Content Warnings: Curse words, Slightly Suggestive, Angst/Drama

(Image is not mine)

"Nii-chan, are you alright?"

"Huh? I'm good. What's up with you, though?"

Sanemi hasn't been focusing well lately, even in his classes. He's less harsh than he usually is, and even his closest friend, Obanai, notices this. But of course, knowing the chemistry teacher, he won't really pry that much.

Genya shifted in his seat, looking at his big brother with worried eyes. Usually, Sanemi would say things like...

"Why do you fucking care?!"

or

"Mind your own damn business, you goddamn brat!"

It's not like Genya likes being yelled at by his own brother, but Sanemi's been acting weird.

"I'm good Nii-chan. I hope you are too. Just remember that you're the sweetest brother in the world. And the greatest teacher too."

Sanemi blushed at what his little brother told him. He scoffed and rolled his eyes, gripping harder on the steering wheel. But honestly, inside, his heart was suddenly filled with warmth.

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You were a wreck. The day after that incident with Sanemi, you couldn't find the guts to face him at school. You can't even talk to Kanae well after the jealousy that you just felt from her presence. The science teacher doesn't deserve it, as she was really nice towards you, but you just can't help it.

You're a history teacher, but damn, you don't know how to write your story well enough that it'll be good history in the future.

Sanemi had avoided you as well, and that made you feel worse. Whenever you're in the faculty room, he will walk out, even if he's in the middle of a conversation. Of course, you know that what he tells his other colleagues is just full of excuses.

You silently watched him, noticing how he became less aggressive with his students. But of course, sometimes you'll see him talking to Kanae, and you'll end up sulking once again on a corner with Tomioka, who has no idea why you're there with him at all.

(this is the usual view you'll see)

But as if the fates were testing your patience, today you found yourself alone with him inside the faculty room.

The teachers decided to go out tonight, but of course, because you were sulking badly, you declined. Even if Tomioka wanted to decline too, Shinobu forced him to do so. So now you're alone at your desk, finishing checking the test papers on the table.

You heard the door slide but didn't look up, as perhaps it was just one of your students.

"If you're looking for other teachers, they're not around. Just come back tomorrow."

"Need a hand?"

You looked up, and standing behind you was Sanemi. With his sleeves rolled up and his arms crossed, you can't help but feel hot on the face. But yes, you longed to hear his voice. You fucking missed the scent of his minty perfume.

You missed Sanemi so much, and him talking to you right now fucking hurts so much.

But of course, you're at school, and this is work. You need to separate your personal life from your career, which you also messed up on doing the last few days.

You gave Sanemi a soft smile, trying your best not to pull him down and just hug him. "Oh, sure, Shinazugawa-san. My students are giving me a hard time!" Your voice sounded as professional as you had imagined, and it had made Sanemi scoff.

He pulled Giyu's chair over and sat next to you, snatching some of the test papers from your table. "Where's the answer sheet?" He asked, and you handed it to him.

Sanemi's fingers brushed against yours, and that immediately almost made you pass out. You were paralysed by the sensation that the little motion sent through your body. You watched as the man checked the papers silently, wishing he'd bring up something from that time, but nothing came.

"For a delinquent kid, Hashibira-kun did well." He muttered under his breath, praising your student which made you smile. "Yep, he's good at history. And Kamado-kun's a great tutor." You replied, smiling as you easily checked Tanjiro's papers. The kid had aced the test once again.

"Eh, I hope he does well in math, though. That kid gets fucked up with numbers!"

"Oi, mind your language." You said, chuckling, which also definitely made Sanemi smile.

You remembered the night when he confessed to you, as he said almost the same words when you cursed at him.

"Why are you still here, though? I thought the teachers would eat dinner together or something. Where's your best friend? Tomioka?" Sanemi asked as he continuously checked your students' papers. You gulped and paused for a bit.

"Oh, Kocho-sama took Tomioka-san. And as for me, I'm busy. I can't go." You lied through your teeth, wishing Sanemi would never notice. "How about you? I thought you went with them?" Kanae's there... You wanted to add but stopped yourself from doing so.

"Oh well, I'm not in the mood for those gatherings. Okay, I'm done here. Do you have more tests to check?"

"Oh, none. I think I can go home. Finally!"

You said, stretching out on your chair. You didn't notice, but a button on your blouse popped out, hitting Sanemi on the cheek. You gasped, immediately caressing his cheek to check if you had accidentally wounded him again. But thank goodness, there are none.

Sanemi undoubtedly blushed slightly as you caressed his face and let your fingers run up his scars. When you realised it, you pulled your hand away, apologising for what you just did.

You were expecting that Sanemi would pull your hand or anything, but that didn't happen. Disappointment filled you, but this is the reality. You turned him down, and that's the end of it.

A warm fabric suddenly blanketed you, making you look up. There, you saw that Sanemi took off his outer vest and placed it over your shoulders. "I don't wear any jackets, but perhaps this vest could cover you up." He said it sweetly, and that definitely tugged at your heartstrings.

"Thank you, Shinazugawa-san."

"You're welcome."

Silence. A deafening silence came right after you wore his vest, covering up your bra that was exposed earlier. His minty scent embraced you like a lover longing for his significant other, and there, you wished it was him instead of just his vest.

The math teacher didn't try to start up a conversation; instead, he played with Tomioka's pen that was left at his table.

You suddenly wondered why he was mad at your friend in the first place. So you asked.

"Why do you hate Tomioka-san so much?"

Your question caught Sanemi off guard, and he was undoubtedly staring at you with wide eyes as a result.

"Uh, sorry to pry—"

"I don't hate the man. But I consider him my rival. He's smart; I'll give him that. But I fucking hate his I am different from you vibes and shit. And the Kochos seemed to still like him despite that. You know that Kanae's my ex. I even became jealous of him before."

Kanae again... You looked away and sighed. "I see."

"But now it's different. It's more like he doesn't vibe with me as much as Obanai does. And he looks like a fucktard."

"Hey! Tomioka's handsome!"

You said it in defence of your best friend, which made Sanemi laugh. He shook his head and continued. "But yeah, that's it. I don't really care if he lives with the Kochos or anything. I have more priorities than thinking about them."

His words moved you. So, does this also mean that he isn't thinking about Kanae anymore? You wanted to ask once again, but you have no right to do so.

"And you're one of those priorities, Y/N."

Your world stopped as Sanemi's voice echoed in your senses. You shot him a shocked look, but he was already looking at you with sadness in his eyes. This sight was too different from his normal attitude, and it makes you feel bad. You want to comfort him.

"I can't forget about you, Y/N. I fucking tried."

"Sanemi stop."

You tried stopping him, but the man held your hand once again and gripped it tightly this time, assuring you that you wouldn't leave him again.

"Please let me start over, Y/N. Please let me prove myself to you. Please give me this last chance. And I swear that if this doesn't work this time, I'll stop for good. I'll fucking leave you alone even if that shit hurts."

This time, tears finally rolled down your cheeks as, for the second time, you saw the usual strong and cold Sanemi beg for you to give him another chance.

You hate how he looks right now. You hate seeing him sad. And with that, you let your impulse take over your body as you gave him a warm embrace and whispered in his ear.

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"One last chance, Sanemi. Let's try this again."

𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅…

𝑰 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

But why the heck am I sobbing XD

Okay... fuck, I love angst :'( And still I hope this made you happy ^^

I hope Sanemi's not too OOC but this is how I imagined him to be if he ever falls in love again and get hurt. Like he would have this part revealed. And yes, the first part's my fave as I was sobbing over Genya because of some spoilers that I have seen today.

You are my babies and I want you happy so I swear, next chappy will be happier. Sanemi and Y/N is making up here so, perhaps on the next chappy they'll be okay? Or is it? MWHAHAHAHA

But anyways, thank you for reading this fic. I love you and always remember that!

@sofilsworld just tagging you here as you were also in the last chappy ^^ Thank you!!

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

<𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫>

[justagamerandaweeb]

Tiredness.

Scene: You and Giyuu are on a balcony talking to each other while a party is going on.

Blue divider by @peachesboard.

TW: intrusive thoughts, suicidal tendencies.

Educing a soft sigh from their lips, (Y/N) looks at the shining lights of the highway below them. Their body slumped on the chair as they were tapping the case of their phone with their index finger, not having a clear thought in their mind. Their eyes began to get heavy as the sound of wind, car sounds, and music were mixing together like white noise as they were about to go limp, until someone opened the balcony door.

(Y/N) looks to their left to see a man with ocean blue eyes, black spiky hair with a ponytail on the back, wearing a hoodie and black jeans as they sat down on the chair next to him. He was looking at the lit-up buildings in front of him, and the beams of cars passing through both lanes of the highway. He slumps back on the chair as he looks up at the roof of the balcony and heavily sighs.

(Y/N) watches him stay like that for a few seconds before they hunched down on the chair, making the object's legs skid on the concrete floor. The young man lifts his head up and looks to his right to see (Y/N) sitting on a chair beside him. (Y/N) raises their hand and softly speaks, "Hey." He raises his hand as a gesture to say hello and drops it on his right thigh as he looks back at the buildings. He softly sighs through his nose as his body was softly slouched on the chair, tired, but not in the physical sense.

Both of them didn't bother to speak to each other for a few minutes, mainly because neither of them was the talking type. Yet, at the same time, they were at a party, which is where social skills are vital for an event like this. "What's your name?" (Y/N) heard him say, which caught them off guard. "Huh?"

"I said, what's your name?" He repeated, his eyes switching from the highway, and to (Y/N)'s eyes. "(Y/N). You?" "Giyuu. But most people call me Tomioka." He said, his voice sounding hushed, and at times breaking a little. (Y/N) hums as they softly palmed their knuckle with the phone in their hand as they continued the small talk, "So... I take it you're here because you don't like the party?"

"Is that just a guess?" Tomioka questioned (Y/N), genuinely surprised at the fact that that was what he was on this balcony for. "Just going off of speculation, since, that's why I'm here. To be honest, I don't even know why I came here. It's not like people will come up to me and waste their time on me to see what they wanna know about me." (Y/N) stated out as they made a soft sniff, and stared straight ahead at the dark night.

"Hm. Well, I'm just here because some of my friends forced me to." (Y/N) turned their head to face him as they said, "You have friends?" "Well, not friends, I would refer to them as associates. We hang out at different places, but in the end, we're just there doing something just like everyone else. Can't really remember the last time we opened up about our inner selves." Tomioka evaluated himself just so he didn't mistake them for what his "friends" were to him.

"Hm." (Y/N) hummed as they said, "Sounds like a depressing time. But, it takes one to know one, right?" "Guess so." They both stayed silent as (Y/N) was looking at the fence of the balcony and they blurt out, "You know how easy it would be to end it all if you were to jump over this fence?" Tomioka looks at the fence and responds, "When you put it that way, and considering that were on like the 13th floor, yeah, I think it would be easy to do so."

"Sorry for the random outburst. Just so fucking tired man." (Y/N) apologized, fully slumped on the chair as they propped their arm to keep their head from slouching. "Depression?" Tomioka uttered, "How'd you guess?" He shrugs as he responds, "Just out of speculation." And (Y/N) hums. "Wanna talk about it?" "I doubt you'll listen, but, I'll shoot." (Y/N) properly sits up as they cleared their throat and started to speak.

"The thing is it that... I just... don't give a fuck, y'know? And that's not right, is it? I mean if a friend you know died like a few months ago, and you're supposed to go on your day like as if nothing happened, and people started to distance you all because you get angry over something they don't understand, and after a couple of weeks, you become numb to everything around you to the point where you can't be bothered to tell anyone else because you think no one gives a fuck about how you feel. But now when you talk to them, they think you're pessimistic and you make everything worse. But, oh well. None of this shit won't matter when I'm gone anyway." And plopped back down on the chair. "What about you? What's your gimmick?" They said, turning their head to the left to face him.

"Honestly, I think the same could be said about what you just told me. The only difference is that I lost two of my best friends, and my sister a few years back. So, I guess you could say I don't give a fuck about anything either. Sometimes I wish I could never wake up and be with them. But, hey, if you're too much of a pussy to end it all, why even fight?" He said, his head slouched to the right as he made eye contact with them. (Y/N) scoffs as they responded, "Ain't that the truth."

They both sit there, having a 1000-yard stare at the starless black sky as they contemplate on what they should talk about next. "You ever wanted to just scream?" Tomioka blurted out, and (Y/N) quickly retorted, "Every day. But let me guess, you can't because you think no one will hear you? Or maybe they think you're too weak if you do?" Tomioka looks back at (Y/N) as he says, "If I had more energy, I would say something enthusiastic as my reply, but I'm just gonna say yes." And they hummed in acknowledgment.

They both remained silent for a while as (Y/N) heard the sound of the chair legs scraping the concrete floor as they saw Tomioka stretching. "You want to leave this party and come with me? Maybe we can talk somewhere more private." (Y/N) clicked their tongue and hissed through their mouth as they said, "Fuck it, why not?" And got up off the chair.

Tomioka opened the door and walked in back into the room as (Y/N) followed suit. They both put their hands through their pockets as they blitzed their way through the huddle of people in the room. When they were about to leave, they heard a voice behind them and so they turned around to see a tall man with white hair wearing an unzipped jacket. "Where you two goin'?" "We're just leaving, seeing that we don't really have any interest in being here. No disrespect if you're the one who made the party, it just isn't for us at the moment." (Y/N) stated, as Tomioka already had his hand on the doorknob. "Oh, well... I guess I'll leave you two to it." The white-haired man as he took a swig of the red cup in his hand. (Y/N) looked back at Tomioka as they ask him, "Was that one of your friends?"

"Yeah, but me and him don't really talk much." He said as he opened the door, "Let's go." And walked out. (Y/N) followed them as they walked across the hallway, and got into the elevator. Tomioka pressed the button to the first floor and watched the elevator door close as they felt the elevator decrease with each level. Once they got to the bottom floor, they both walked out of the elevator and eventually the building as Tomioka took out his car keys and unlocked the car doors.

(Y/N) got in the passenger seat while Tomioka got in the driver and he pressed the start button as the car turned on. They both buckled up and Tomioka put the car out of park and into drive as he got out of the parking lot and went on the road. (Y/N) slumps their head onto the window as they watch everything pass by them at a moderate speed, dozing off as they ride with their new associate who may potentially become their friend.

But only time will tell about what they will become in the future.

[avengersassemble123]

||CHAPTER 18||

NOTE: DARK CONTENT, CONTAINS VIOLENCE, GORE, BLOOD, LOTS OF BLOOD AND GORE, CURSING, TARGETING, INSULTS, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH(S), ANGST, LOTS OF ANGST, IMPLYING OF SELF SACRIFICE, SUICIDAL THOUGHT, SUICIDE, BASED ON THE SERIES: ALL OF US ARE DEAD, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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The detective sprinted, dodging the infected, striking the oncoming with the baton he had earlier pulled out. Hakuji reached towards an end , jumping up on the car bonnet and climbing on the roof of the car, reaching towards the first floor ceiling when he heard a 'what the hell'. He turned his head towards an officer whose lower half was trapped between the car and the wall. Hakuji raised his leg to kick the suspected, assuming it was infected when he stopped midair as he heard an exclaimed 'Wait' from the officer.

"WAIT wait help me!" The officer yelped, "I'm stuck!"

Hakuji looked around, trying to figure out whether to help out or not, when he released a deep exhale before lending his hand forward, "Come on."

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"The standards of being human emasculate human nature."

The infected roamed around the corridor aimlessly as Haruto straigtened his posture, the cracks of bone being heard, blood dripping down his nose and eyes turned the darkest shade of red.

"How are we different from seeing an eye dog whose instincts to run and bark are stripped?"

"Must all dogs abandon their instincts and become seeing eye dogs?"

"Must everyone truly abandon their instincts to become truly human?"

Veins now visible around his face, Haruto walked forward.

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Hakuji and the officer hid by a brick fence by the road, kneeling down, as they waited for the infected to clear out the area. The duo waited patiently unmoving, until there was no sign of life present nearby. Hakuji peered over the street to confirm his surrounding before kneeling down again,

"Hey."

"Yes, sir." The officer answered, who was sitting with his knees towards his chest

"We're going to the Disaster and Safety Management. We have to tell them to get the laptop from the Kimetsu High School lab. The solution to this disaster is in there. You understand?" Hakuji said, as he looked around his surrounding. The officer sat there dumbfounded, blankly staring at the ground. "Hey." Hakuji called out again to grab his attention by shaking his shoulder by one hand, "Kimetsu High. Science Lab. Laptop."

"Why are you telling me?" The officer  questioned softly, fright clear in his eyes.

"If I die, you have to stay alive and tell them, you idiot." Hakuji replied as if it was obvious.

"Me?" The officer questioned back, surprised.

"You dumbass." Hakuji retorted, "Lets go." The detective tried standing up, taking the officer's hand in his before being pulled back down by the latter,

"Where are you going?"

"The Disaster and Safety Management. I told you two seconds ago. Get with the program." Hakuji gritted his teeth irritatingly, making the officer nod his head.

"Where?" Hakuji asked, like a teacher asking the student to repeat the answer, to which the officer answered back correctly, "Disaster and Safety Management."

"And tell them what?"

"Kimetsu High. Science lab. Laptop."

"That's right." The detective nodded, "Are you ready?"

"No."

Hakuji grabbed the officer by the shoulders before taking a deep breath, nodding encouragingly, "Lets go", before making both of them stand up, cautiously.

The detective jumped over the small fence wall, landing on his knees, followed by his fellow new partner who almost slipped at the landing had it not been for the former's hand holding him to be stable. "Follow me." The detective instructed, as he started moving stealthily, grabbing a wooden rod by the street and passing it to his partner, both of them anxiously looking around their surroundings.

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Zenitsu turned his body from the sleeping blue haired boy, moving the sleeping boy's leg away from his own, as it rested on top, "Its cold." He muttered, facing the other direction, going back to sleep. Everyone were in their previous places, sleeping,as the tiredness of the past few hours had set on them.

Tanjiro woke up due to the sunlight falling his face, before getting up and checking outside the window instinctively. Everyone started waking up one-by-one as the early sun rays fell on their faces. Nezuko walked upto her brother who was looking outside the window, before staring at the scene in front of her. The infected had completely taken over the ground,roaming aimlessly, bodies laid at few places.

"No one came." The younger sibling spoke up.

The blades of choppers passing could be heard, as they both looked up, seeing a dozen choppers flying flying from a distance.

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"This is driving me crazy." Sanemi groaned, "No cops and no cigarettes. Nothing." Sanemi slightly called out for the other two to hear, "Really? Nobody came?" Genkei  questioned frustratingly. Sanemi got down from the stool, huffing and sitting down on it, "Hey. What do you want to do?" He questioned the purple haired girl,

"We need to leave. No one's coming to save us."

"All the zombies will see us right now. Lets go at night." Genkei groaned, seated down on the floor, leaning against a door of a bathroom stall.

"Okay. You can stay right here." Sanemi retorted in a tone, as if talking to a baby, "Let's go out back and leave through the back gate." He suggested, facing the girl, who was tightening her pony, "But first I gotta check the second floor."

"I guess we are on the same page," Shinobu replied, "I was also planning to go there now."

"Why?" Genkei asked.

"Our siblings are juniors. We need to check if they are there." Shinobu answered.

"Hey. Would a zombie sit and wait at his desk in his classroom?"

Shinobu turned towards the chubby boy with a blank face before her smile reappearing, "Did you see them turn?"

"They may have. There's no guarantee that they didn't."

Sanemi and Shinobu glared at Genkei, to which the chubby boy apologized meekly with a 'sorry'.

"Come with us if you want." Shinobu said, not turning back, readying her bow, before walking towards the door, followed by the white haired male. Genkei sighed, getting up, his eyes not leaving the girl, "She's so cool. Damn it. So annoying." He called out to the duo asking them to wait for him.

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"They'll come for us eventually."  Y/N spoke.

"How long do we wait?" Zenitsu asked.

"Until they come."

"We don't even know if they are coming."

"So? You want to go out there?"

"But even if they come, they can't find us if they don't know we're here." Tengen spoke up.

"We can put up a signal for help?"

"How?" Muichiro asked.

"My dad taught me a signal that's used internationally." Y/N started, "It was red and blue arranged together to  create some sort of a pattern..." she realized that she didn't completely remember the exact pattern, "Should we just write SOS on the curtains?" 

"Yes. Let's do that." Mitsuri chimed, trying to encourage, but it didn't seem to work as she saw H/C girl visibly deflate in her seat.

"We can't last long anyway. Three minutes of no oxygen, three days of no water, three weeks of no food." Kanao uttered.

"What's that?" Tanjiro questioned, confused.

"How long a person can survive."

"It's only been a day. We have to try the best we can." Y/N  replied.

Kanao who was resting her forehead on her hands by the table, looked up towards the former, with a blank stare, "We'll show signs of dehydration after today. We won't be able to move by tomorrow."

"What are you getting at? Are you saying we should go? Or are you saying we'll die anyway, or we shouldn't bother doing anything?" 

At the words, Kanao's eyes widened a bit for a split second,a pang of guilt and surprise passing through it, which went unnoticed by others, before returning to her blank look, her gaze slowly returning to the previous position on the table, "I.. don't know."

"I think Kanao means that we should think about all our options. Right?" Tanjiro spoke up, trying to diffuse the tension.

"No." Kanao answered, "I mean we know nothing. We need to know more to think and make plans-"

"What do you mean?" Muichiro interrupted.

""What she means-" Muichiro slowly looked towards Tanjiro, "You don't know what she's saying either."

"Right." Tanjiro muttered, accepting his defeat.

Kyojuro who had stayed quiet the whole time, spoke up, "Are you saying we need to grasp the situation before taking action?"

"Yep. Something like that."

"I agree." Kyojuro, now speaking slightly louder than before, " We need to know more to decide whether to wait, rum or go out."

"How can we do that right now?" Sabito questioned. 

"We can go online if we have a phone."  Giyuu commented.

"But we don't have one." Sabito answered back.

Giyuu looked at Sabito, "The teacher's office ."

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"Why are you telling me that now?!!" Akari wept, slapping Aito hard on the face.

"Sorry.." 

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?? What can I do about it now??!" 

Aito stood silent, his lips slightly trembling.

"What time is it?"

*FLASHBACK*

Toshinori walked towards Aito, pointing towards the phone in his hand, "It's 9 AM"

 "Kimetsu High. Akari. Nude." Toshinori mumbled while typing the title of the post, as he set the timing of scheduled post for 9AM the next day. "The post is scheduled for 9am tomorrow. You better bring money before that. If you don't, it'll be uploaded automatically." 

Aito looked back at the boy, fear present in his eyes, as he looked at the whimpering girl desperately putting the garments back on her body.

*FLASHBACK END*

"I just had to give him the money. But I couldn't because of the zombies." Aito explained, hoping the other would understand, "I was going to ask the rescuers to find his phone if they came, but.."

"It's past 9am right?" Akari asked.

"How would I know? I don't have my phone."

"No. It can't be 9:00 a.m. yet." Akari shook her head in frustration and denial, "If that gets posted online, I'll..." Akari took a deep breath before walking towards the edge of the rooftop. 

"What's wrong? Where are you going?" Aito asked in panic, pulling her one hand by his, to which Akari shook it off, "Let go. I should've died yesterday." "Don't say that." The duo continued to struggle before Aito exclaimed,

"PLEASE STOP IT!!"

Akari stood in shock as Aito panted, "Whether or not you die, the video will be posted. What will it change?"

Akari stood there whimpering, desperately rubbing the tears off her eyes. A few seconds of silence passed before the girl spoke up, "You're right...Even if I die, everyone will see my body. Everyone will watch..and my mom.."

"It'll be okay. We did nothing wrong. We were victims."

Akari stared at the door leading to the school, as Aito spoke up when suddenly, "I'm going." "Where?"

"To get his phone." 

"Are you insane?"

Akari who was walking towards the door, stopped midway, turning abruptly and faced the boy, "Will you come with me?  You filmed me.."

"But.." Aito flailed his arms in panic, "I had no choice. They made me do it."

"It's the same as committing murder because you had no choice." Akari retorted, which silenced the latter.

"Still..we'll die if we go."

Akari stood still, her eyes narrowed and teeth clenched, "That's so you. You don't have the courage to live or die. You're a fucking coward, asshole."

Akari turned, opening the door, continuing to walk down the stairs as Aito stood by the open door, unsure. The girl stopped, standing still, not daring to turn back, a spark of hope burning in her mind, which vanished as she heard the door close, clicks of the locks being heard and no footsteps following her. Clenching her teeth, she moved forward.

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"Kyojuro stop being so nervous." Y/N called out as she walked towards the window, where the flame haired boy leant against, examining his surroundings. Kyojuro turned around, facing the girl, "The teacher's office is two rooms across and one floor down."

"Don't go."

"I'll come back if I can't make it all the way. Don't worry."

"I'm not worried about you. I'm angry."

"Oh is that so? Well I think that's not true." Kyojuro chuckled, making the ears and the cheeks of the girl go slightly red.

Kyojuro climbed out, leaning against the exterior wall, holding the upper window sill, moving sideways and balancing himself, moving forward. Uzui got up, straightening himself a bit before climbing out next,

"Tengen." Y/n called out to which the white haired male replied with, "I'll be back." as he followed his orange haired friend's movements.

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CHAPTER 18 IS OUT!!! HOPE YALL LIKE IT!! ITS A PLAIN SIMPLE CHAPTER BUT STILL A MAJOR PART FOR THE SERIES. DONT FORGET TO VOTE AND LEAVE A COMMENT! CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS APPRECIATED.

[kurooandkenmasslut]

I SCREAMED WHEN WE PUT THR ICE CREAM OFF HIS LIPS

[♥] academyau! sweet like candy {teacher!giyuu tomioka x teacher!reader}

Genre: Fluff, Slight Sensual Themes

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Giyuu Tomioka/Reader

Word count: 1,599

a/n: really wanted to make this into a little series because i’m kind of obsessed with kimetsu academy i think it’s so cute and funny but anyway enjoy!,,, requests are open

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Sometimes being a teacher was hard. You had to make your own lesson plans, grade all the work you assign and make sure your students are well engaged enough to get it and want to ge there. Which they both knew, they really didn’t want to be there. So like any teacher, [Name] would always try to make her lesson plans fun and not give monumental loads of homework assigments and papers. Especially since the biggest class she taught was straight out of Mr. Tomioka’s P.E. class and he absolutely worked them to the bone. 

[Name] sighed as she retired for the day after her last student left for extra help, and headed off to her favorite cafe to continue grading her papers. Not like she made them write a ten page essay or anything, but boy were these terrible. The headache already setting in as dragged herself out of her car and into her favorite coffee/tea shop.

The bell at the top of the door rang, signaling her presence as she made her way in. It was in that moment that she stepped through that her eyes grew double in size at the scene painted in front of her.

Mr.Tomioka sitting alone at one of the booths with possibly the biggest cup of green matcha ice cream, a dollop of whipped cream with the most cutesy sprinkle decorations. He was shamelessly stuffing his face as if it were his last meal. Melted green matcha melted from one corner of his mouth with sprinkles plastered on the other side. [Name] covered her mouth in complete and utter astonishment. She didn’t know whether to laugh, scream or cry.

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[actual-greenninja]

The Hashira And how I think they will act as parents (PT 1?)

Rengoku/ Giyuu/ Sanemi/ x GN Reader (modern au)

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Synopsis: Basically what the title says, this is just a little brain rot, may or may not be trash. Just me talking about how I think they would be as parents, how many kids they would want, etc

Authors note: This was kinda hard because I've never written nor read any works of Giyuu so he might not be written too well :')

Note: NOT PROOF READ

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Rengoku🔥 (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

🧡 I see him wanting many children, not too many of course but quite a few! Maybe two like him and his brother, Senjuro. Or maybe even three or four, five if you will let him!

🧡 He wants to be a better father to his children than what his dad turned out to be after his mom passed away. Has nearly sworn off drinking when his first child was born because he didn't want to risk anything , poor thing :(

🧡 However you guys plan on having children doesn't really matter,he doesn't care of they aren't biologically his or not, he will love them!!

🧡 I see him having more sons than daughters, he wants to raise them up right to become good, decent men! And if he has a daughter he will teach his son's to protect her, even though he knows she will be more than capable to take care of herself. If they want to be demon slayers that's even better!

🧡 He tries his absolute best not to be too loud when he is holding his first baby, you have never seen him whisper the way he did when he held his first born.

🧡 Loves hearing his children play! And if he isn't busy he will join in and play along! Usually their games consist of Rengoku chasing them. Maybe he is a demon and they are demon slayers trying to fight him off, it's an adorable sight!

🧡 If he sees you playing with his children he will just sit back and watch for a little. Seeing his love playing with his children brings him so much warmth in his heart

🧡 You could say it sets his heart ablaze (insert laugh track)

🧡 He has a little bit of trouble saying no to his little kiddos. But he knows where to draw the line (some what atleast)

🧡Will randomly send you pictures of him and the kids (he does it shirtless when they're babies. Says they need skin to skin contact). Usually consists of both of them smiling, or watching TV or reading a book or Rengoku nibbling their cheeks.

🧡" Sweetheart! Look at our little sun flower! He's so focussed on the story book you got! And look! Whenever we get to the page talking about parents, he starts to laugh! *Chuckle* it seems he loves his parent as much as I do. Like father like son— huh?"

🧡 It's canon that Rengoku is half deaf and that is why he speaks so loudly, so I imagine his kids definitely gained a habit of yelling naturally when talking like their dad.

🧡Prefers to be called 'Papa' by his kids. I'm not sure why I just see it.

🧡His genes are strong. STRONG. All your kids (if biological) look exactly like him. Hair, eyes, smile and all. He finds it hilarious and will always mock you about it.

🧡Is there to EVERY game or concert, and if the school needs a chaperone he's your guy! Mom's love him, teachers love him, kids love him, even dad's love him. Who wouldn't?

🧡 As much as I praise him, like everyone he isn't perfect. Like I said, he has trouble saying no. But I also imagine that as much as he tries not to be like his dad, is how much he wants you to be like his mom, because he remembers her as such an amazing mother. So there is a bit of comparing but don't worry, he loves you for you!

🧡 Another thing about him being half deaf: hes off like a light when he's asleep. Baby is crying? Sucks to suck because 60 percent of the time he will sleep through it. But when he hears he will be the first one to check on your little one.

🧡Rengoku definitely will feel very hurt the first time his kid gets embarrassed of him. Like when they go through that "YOURE EMBARRASSING ME DAD!!" phase. Like, he will get so insecure and will feel like they don't love him anymore

🧡 "Sweetheart, do I talk too loud when I'm around their friends? Or do I make weird jokes? I thought saying "rizz" was cool??" Is what he will ask In the dead of night, and you will have to comfort him

🧡I imagine that Rengoku would love taking you and his kids camping and will make it a yearly tradition, even though it ends up a catastrophe every year.

🧡Over all a 9/10, amazing dad, had his flaws but honestly who doesn't?

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Giyuu 🌊 (⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

🫐 He is okay with any amount of children you're comfortable with. He'd preferably want not too many, but also more than one, so two is a good number

🫐 Poor thing, the first time you told him you were pregnant he was completely emotionless for like two minutes, just staring at the ground. You were so scared but before you could speak he took your hand tightly and started sobbing. He was so happy he was gonna be the father of your baby :(

🫐 And if you told him you wanted to adopt he'd agree, showing support when you made the decision. But the moment he sees the child you're gonna adopt he feels tears stream down his face.

🫐 When he holds your baby for the first time, no matter how many babies you have he will never be use to holding them for the first time. He will be so gentle, whispering to them. He looks a little awkward but it's okay he's trying.

🫐 Faints the first time he sees a diaper. Why does it look like that? Why does it smell like that?! How do you put it on?! He was the youngest so he had no clue how to do this, but he'd learn for you and your baby.

🫐 "Darling! Darling! Please take the baby now!! He— he needs to be changed please!"

🫐"Giyuu I am at work what do you want me to do?!" -you guys when being new parents probably

🫐He's a very quick learner though so you won't have to worry. Soon he's working with the baby without breaking a sweat! You could even say he's a natural

🫐 He still can't handle things like puke and poops though. That's for sure, unfortunately.

🫐 When your kid is older he will definitely be at all the games, shows, recitals, whatever. But he isn't gonna be cheering loudly, he honestly justs blends into the crowd. But the moment your bundle of joy gets of stage he is congratulating them profusely.

🫐 Takes so many pictures of you and your baby. Has so many pictures, and sends it to all of his friend's (so like 3 people)

🫐 Doesn't embarrass your kids often, hes too rserved. But if a child even talks wrong to his baby, he will not hesitate to go up to them and give them a stern talking to, which may be a little embarrassing.

🫐If your kid likes to sing— He WILL sing along and take videos. But God forbid you take a video of him singing, he will chase you for your phone. He's a terrible singer, but he will do anything for your baby.

🫐 Will respect his kids boundaries. If they don't wanna hug in public, sure..he was the same at some point. He will feel a little hurt and go to you for reassuring, but he knows it's just a teenage thing.

🫐 Once tried to sound cool Infront of his kids friends but ended up looking kinda lame. TERRIBLE DAD JOKES AHEAD!!

🫐Tried making a dad joke with his kids friends, all of them stayed silent, so did he. The table was silent until one of them decided to change the subject. Giyuu has never known peace since.

🫐 Is a very light sleeper, some say he doesn't sleep so if his baby cries, he is the first to go and check on them.

🫐 He makes sure not to sound to negative about himself around his kids. He doesn't want them to end up with a mindset like his.

🫐 Do kids love him? Do parents love him? Do teachers love him? Nyeeehhhh. Quite frankly they forget he exists. He doesn't stand out, but atleast that means he doesn't do anything wrong.

🫐he has some flaws in his parenting unfortunately. You'd expect him to be stern, responsible parent but honestly he will let his kids get away with anything to 'help his chances of them liking him'.

🫐 Also something that isn't entirely his fault is that he is unintentionally emotionally distant as his kids get older. Like, he won't know how to comfort that well. But he will try his best. Nothing but the best for his kids.

🫐 Overall 8.5/10. Great dad, not extraordinary but still pretty amazing

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Sanemi 🍃(⁠ノ⁠ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ⁠)⁠ノ

🌱 The moment you announce that you're pregnant he is crying and becoming a little frantic. The most stressed out of the three despite his usual nonchalant demeanour.

🌱 He is making sure that you are taken care of, making sure everything is ready for the pregnancy months before

🌱If you guys are adopting he is alot less frantic but still very on edge. Making sure the bedroom is ready. Making sure everything is baby proofed.

🌱 But the moment the baby enters your lives it's like all that stress melts away in the blink of an eye. When he takes the baby into his arms and holds it against his open chest he is whispering sweet nothings into the kids ear.

🌱 Like Giyuu, he can't handle poop or vomit. Especially vomit. The first time your baby threw up on him was on his chest, and unfortunately since he keeps his chest own it slid down to his stomach

🌱 He shrieked. Genuinely shrieked.

🌱 "HOLY SHI— SHHHH....." he is trying his best not to swear Infront of your kid. He doesn't want to be remembered by your baby as an angry man.he can't. He refuses to let that happen.

🌱 You know he is stressed. Very very stressed. He doesn't want to be like his dad, his abusive father that he could only remember beating him and his siblings. He wants to be better, he needs to be better. But this worry leads to him having many sleepless nights where you would comfort him, telling him that he will never be his father.

🌱 When your kid gets older he will definitely take part in any little games they want to play. And he gets a kick out of it when he's the villain, because trust me when I say he is a phenomenal villain for his kids

🌱 Speaking of "kids", he wants more than one, definitely. Atleast three, but if that's too much for you he won't mind at all! He is a Girl Dad™ , nothing will convince me otherwise.

🌱 If he has a kid that looks exactly like him then he will be very careful. His baby is the most pretty, handsome thing in the whole universe, so how can he nitpick his appearance when he knows he has the eyes, nose and hair of his baby?

🌱 Lets his kid trace his scars, wether it be with their fingers or with markers. It gives him a sense of purpose.

🌱 Will he be a chaperone? Hell no. He hates any kid that isn't his. Will he host birthday parties? Hell yes, if it's his kids. But don't expect him to make small talk with parents.

🌱 If his kid shows romantic interest in Giyuus child he will actually combust. He doesn't want to be overbearing but if Giyuus 'spawn' goes near his angel he wil be throwing hands (with Giyuu).

🌱 Speaking of which, when your kid has a crush he will try not to be mad and sad at the same time

🌱 "Oh? Someone has caught the eye of daddy's angel? Well that's... Nice. Who is this kid? Is he nice? What's his name? What does he say? Do you know his parents? You know daddy will always love you the most"

🌱 Gets (very) defensive of his kids. If he's at a parent teacher meeting and the teacher dares to say something like "your child is too (this)" or your child is too (that)" he will get very upset. But he knows when he's child is truly the problem and will sternly check them.

🌱 Takes pictures of your kid doing the dumbest things in the dumbest angles. Have you seen that one pic of a guy standing on a babies shoulders captioned "on baby"? That is what hed send.

🌱 "Hey, babe. Look at our little mochi. Our baby is just the cutest thing alive😊❤️" and it's a picture of your baby from that one angle from the top of its head making it look dumb.

🌱 I imagine Sanemi has a sweet tooth, meaning he has a stash of sweets somewhere and of course he will share with his babies! But only one or two, anymore and he'll start to get a bit cranky.

🌱 He gives his kids punishments like the naughty corner 😭 and will make them stay there for 10 minutes before taking them to their room and calmly telling them where they went wrong.

🌱goes it his kids games/events and cheers LOUDLY. Almost rivals Rengoku. He is yelling, cheering, even swearing but each time it gets to that level he is kicked out.

🌱 Sanemi has quite a few flaws to his parenting. He has a bit of a temper, and although he keeps it in check it's hard to do so when he just came back from work. He will apologize many many times if he gets too upset

🌱 overall 8.5/ 10. He's a good parent, and he tries his best

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Thanks for reading. Reblogs are appreciated. MIGHT make a part two with Tengen, Iguro and Gyomei

[meowzfordayz]

caught with them (; — hashira men

Author’s Note: mostly humorous, but ~a lil steamy. 😉 Update: some are def steamier than others. 😅

caught with them (; — hashira men

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Iguro Obanai x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~1,500

CW: 18+NSFW, accidental v!yeurism, cream!pie, dark humor, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Hi T! May I please request an emergency request (I'm  getting surgery on Thursday and I'm a bit stressed) can you please write funny nsfw headcanons where all the male hashira ( except Muichiro) making love to their fem s/o and all of a sudden she calls out ,"Daddy!", And the guys think she's being kinky and they were getting so into it but then with her serious demeanor they stopped and turned to find out it was actually their s/O's Dad who came in to visit? Please and thank you.

~faqs~

“Daddy!”

Initially confused

Gyomei didn’t realize you were into that 😏

And he was too invested in how perfectly your pussy suffocated his dick to hear approaching footsteps 💀

“G-gyomei,” you gasp, burning w/ embarrassment, legs wrapped around his waist as you sit full and sweaty on his lap, nose pressed into his shoulder, suddenly grateful it’s his back facing the living room doorway

“Hm?” he murmurs lowly, blissfully unaware, nearing his orgasm as he continues guiding your hips w/ strong, broad palms

“Mydad’shere,” you manage to explain, nearly choking on the feeling of his tip grazing your cervix

😳😱😵

#Gyomei is no longer confused

“Oh dear,” he mutters, mortification clear in his voice

Even as his eyebrows furrow, cock twitching in your heat as he finally cums

Meanwhile, your poor dad’s like: 🫠🫠🫠

“Well don’t just stand there!” you shriek, “Go make yourself tea or something!”

Best believe your dad immediately disappears to make himself something much stronger than tea 😭

“Daddy!”

And that’s when Obanai remembers 😳

“Please tell me what’s happening isn’t what I think is happening.”😖

—You thought you knew what his desperation sounded like

—Especially after cockwarming him for hrs, clenching and gently grinding every so often to keep him on edge, computer screen bright w/ half finished work, swivel chair squeaking whenever you decide to roll your hips

—But this definitely takes the cake 🥴

“Unfortunately, my dad is here for our scheduled luncheon that we completely forgot about, but fortunately he is also going to wait in his car,” you grit out, glaring harshly at your equally distraught parent, “We’ll be ready shortly.”

Newsflash: your dad could care less about when you’ll be ready for lunch

In fact, he’d much prefer to cancel lunch altogether

Who needs lunch when their appetite’s just been ruined by an emotionally scarring event?

As soon as your dad leaves, you clamber off of Obanai’s lap, his cock slick and swollen as he slips from your heat, needy whine shiny on his lips

“We’ll revisit this later,” you promise, “With the door closed.”

Despite the waves of embarrassment still crashing through him, he can’t resist cracking a wicked smile, drinking in the sight of your naked form as you bend over to hand him his shirt, previously discarded on the floor

“Dessert? Sounds good to me.” 😎

“Daddy!”

Kyojuro pauses mid thrust, expression eager, chest pink from exertion, longer hairs tickling your collarbones as he haunches over you, “Daddy? Would you like to call me daddy?”

“Kyo-” 😭

Yk when yk what you should say, but you can’t seem to say it? 😬

Ofc that would occur at the least opportune moment 😃

“Sweetheart, there is nothing wrong with liking what you like!” lips grazing your throat, one palm pushing at your thigh, the other splayed on an overhead cabinet to steady himself, “If you want to call me daddy, then I am perfectly happy to be your daddy,” sucking lightly at your jaw, growling at the satisfying thud of your body against the countertop’s edge as he completes his thrust, balls sticky when they tap your skin

“Kyyyo-” 😭😭😭

“Call me daddy sweetheart, let daddy make you feel go-”

“So uh,” finally your dad sputters, “How about you guys text me when you’re finished?”

Kyojuro’s eyes = wider than saucers 😳

“I AM SO SORRY, I HAD NO IDEA.” <— 0.02 secs after your dad slams the front door shut

“That was hot,” you giggle breathlessly, shock still radiating, “Maybe I do have a daddy kink? You had me at a lost for words.” 😇

“Clearly!” he nearly whines, uncharacteristically bashful as he tucks his face into your shoulder, “I would have stopped immediately had I known!”

“I’m sorry, I short circuited.” 😅

“I hope he forgives us.” 😓

You snort, already recovering from the ordeal, “He’ll survive.” 😆

Pouting, Kyojuro clings to you, cock slowly softening in your pussy, “But I may not.” 🥺

“Oh hush,” you pat his head reassuringly, smiling as he nuzzles closer, “Let’s shower and get dressed. My poor dad’s patiently waiting.”

“Daddy!”

“Who’re you calling daddy?” Sanemi murmurs, body draped over you, grip warm and steady around your waist, your own hands clutching the edge of the sink, “Listen to your sloppy cunt, so pliant and needy, bent over in the bathroom like a cheap whore.”

“Sanemi,” you squeak, eyes glued to the retreating figure reflected in the mirror

“I asked you a question,” he growls roughly, nipping at the side of your neck, balls tapping your clit as his pace quickens, “Who’re you calling daddy? Who’s fucking your slutty hole? Who’s bringing you closer and closer to your climax?”

“Iwascallingmydad, daddy,” you blurt, diction hurried by the stretch and intensity of Sanemi’s thrusts

He shudders to a halt, dangerous stare meeting yours as he looks up into the mirror

“You WHAT?!!!”

You inhale deeply, enunciation precise and drawn out, “We invited my dad over for dinner. You got me horny. He let himself in… and then let promptly let himself out. We made eye contact in the mirror, I swear he nearly fainted, and I called him daddy because apparently that’s what I do when I panic!”

“Oh so this is MY fault?” 😒

“The fuck?” 😐

“That’s what I’m saying! You got me horny, bitch, you’re always horny! Sorry I enjoy pleasuring my woman!” 🙄

“Well don’t apologize for that!”

“Fine! I’m not sorry!” 😤

“So do I get to cum, or…?” 🙃

“You’re fucking weird. You still wanna cum? Now?”

“I mean dinner’s obviously off the table, so-”

“Fuck’s sake! Okay! I’ll make you cum!” 🤬

“Good!”

“Great! Better brace yourself princess,” Sanemi snarls, slipping his fingers between your legs to flick at your clit, “Because you’re my cocksleeve for tonight.”

—Don’t even ask 😃

—Porn isn’t realistic

—So why should my fanfiction be? 😂

“Daddy!”

#riperoni Tomioka Giyuu

“Uh huh baby, baby, fuck, f-fuck, FUCK,” he groans loudly, mouth parting slightly, couch pillow propping his head up to provide the perfect view of your perfect tits as you perfectly ride him

“GiyuuGiyuuGiyuu-”

Disclaimer: you’re panicking — not cumming 💀

#unlike someone #that someone being Giyuu

“Shit, you’re incredible,” he murmurs, eyes barely open, thumbs soft and greedy as they dig into your waist, satisfaction welling in his stomach as his cum fills you, warm and viscous, tip swollen and twitching, “Feels good, hm? When daddy cums in your gorgeous pussy?”

#riperoni Tomioka Giyuu x 1,398,742

You clear your throat, blinking awkwardly, “Dad, how about I call you in ten minutes?”

Indescribable dread flickers across Giyuu’s face

⚠️ESCAPE⚠️RETREAT⚠️WITHDRAW⚠️

But he can’t move 😭, bc he just came inside of you 😭, and apparently there’s an audience 😭

#talk about a mess #pun intended

“You do that honey!” *your dad frantically nods* “You do whatever you need to do!” *your dad frantically flees*

…

…

“Murder or suicide?” Giyuu asks quietly

“What?” 🧐

“One of us is a dead man,” he answers solemnly, “But I’ll let you decide who.”

*big sigh* “Neither you nor my dad has to die.”

“I disagree.” 😔

“Daddy!”

“The fuck?” 🤨 “Is your dad here?” 🤨 “Are you into that?” 🤨

The fact that Tengen hasn’t stopped thrusting does not help your ability to articulate 💀

“Well?” he grunts, biceps straining as he keeps you pinned to the wall, hands full of your ass, “Which one is it?”

“The fact that you don’t seem concerned in the slightest that it could be the second one is mildly concerning,” you mutter

Meanwhile, you’re frantically shooing your dad away, unable to do much more in your current ~position

“The fact that you only consider that mildly concerning is also concerning,” he retorts, “And quit fidgeting,” tongue licking along the curve of your jaw as he murmurs lowly, “Less wriggling, more cumming.”

The sound of the front door opening and closing barely registers to Tengen 😃

Is he that pussydrunk?

Nah

#he just doesn’t give af

#well

#sort of

“Tengen.”

“Hm?” he smirks, gaze glinting smugly at the feeling of your pussy sucking him in deeper, “You gonna cum for me?”

“You do know my dad was here?” breaking off to a whimper as his pubic bone grinds against your clit, “R-right?”

“I know,” he replies simply, fixated on your building orgasm, determinedly repeating his motions, spurred on by your ragged gasps and staccato moans, “I was certainly surprised,” tone amused and patient, “But I figured he’d leave as soon as he realized what he walked in on,” nonchalant as ever, “No point in ruining our pleasure for a brief interruption.”

—I’m not usually suuuper into Tengen, but damn 🤠😂

[kirschteinsbitch]

More Than Friends

Pairing: Giyuu Tomioka x Fem!Reader Summary: You take your best friend's virginity. Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI, Modern AU, College AU, friends to lovers, alcohol, eventual smut, blowjob, spitting, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie Word Count: ~8k Author Note: first time posting on here, be nice 😭🙏🏾

Despite your completely opposite personalities, Giyuu had been your closest friend for as long as you could remember. You were a natural extrovert, always surrounded by a lively crowd, while Giyuu preferred the quiet solace of his own company. But no matter how many people clamored for your attention, nothing and no one could ever come between you and Giyuu. You'd sooner let the world fall apart than let that happen.

High school had been a blur of late-night study sessions, stolen laughter, and quiet evenings spent cuddled together on one of your couches. Rumors about your relationship were inevitable—everyone assumed there was something deeper going on between you. But the whispers were usually silenced the moment you publicly introduced your latest boyfriend.

Giyuu never made any comments about your questionable love life. He listened patiently when you vented about breakups and bad dates, never offering judgment or unsolicited advice. And in return, you didn't comment on the fact that Giyuu had never been on a date at all—or shown any interest in changing that.

It wasn't until you were 16, during one of your usual late-night hangouts, that the two of you stumbled into a conversation neither of you had anticipated.

"You know," you began, sprawled across his bed, while he sat at his desk, textbooks and notes scattered around him. "If either of us are still virgins by the time we're 21, let's just lose it to each other."

His pen came to a halt mid-scratch on the page, and he looked up at you with wide eyes. A blush crept up his neck, but he couldn't hide the curiosity in his gaze. "What?"

You propped yourself up on your elbows, meeting his stare with a playful grin. "I'm serious. It's better than hooking up with some random person, isn't it? At least we know each other."

He looked back at his desk, his shoulders stiff. "That's... a crazy thing to promise."

You tilted your head, studying him for a moment before responding. "Why? I trust you."

There was a long pause as he contemplated your words. Then, without looking at you, he muttered, "fine, then."

You'd laughed as you brushed it off as a joke, even though deep down you and Giyuu both knew that it was a promise made in all seriousness.

Still, life moved on, and the pact slipped into the back of your mind. The following year, you ended up losing your virginity to a guy you'd been seeing for a few months.

Obviously, you told Giyuu. Just like you always did. He'd been the first person you confided in about your first kiss, your first period, the first to hear all your secrets and milestones before you even thought about telling your parents.

But this time, his reaction caught you off guard. Normally, Giyuu was calm, indifferent, unshaken by even your most outrageous stories. Yet, as you casually told him the news, he went completely cold. His usually soft features hardened and his responses became clipped and distant, like you'd done something to upset him.

"Are you... mad at me?" you'd asked, half-joking but undeniably uneasy. You couldn't shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong.

"No," he replied flatly, jaw clenched as he avoided your gaze.

"You sure?" You pressed, searching his face for a crack in his armor.

"I'm fine," he said firmly, ending the conversation before it could go any further.

It was the first time you'd seen him so irritated with you, and it made you worry. Giyuu wasn't the type to get openly angry or frustrated—especially not with you.

He wouldn't tell you what was wrong, no matter how much you pushed. And eventually, you stopped trying to get answers. But from that day on, you made a silent vow to yourself: no more rambling to Giyuu about your romantic or sexual ventures. Some things were better left unsaid.

However, Giyuu's curiosity got the better of him one particular time: the night of your high school graduation.

"Why'd you break up with Shinazugawa?" he'd asked, adjusting his tie in the full-length mirror of your room.

You paused, giving him a surprised look through the reflection. “…Why're you asking that now? It’s been months.”

He shrugged, feigning indifference. “Curious, I guess." In truth, he was curious. You and Sanemi had lasted almost six months—longer than any of your previous relationships. He couldn’t help but wonder why you’d ended things when everything seemed to be going so well.

"Well," you sighed, patting your beauty blender against your cheek as you leaned closer to your vanity mirror. "Because of the way he talks about you." you explained, exasperated.

Giyuu blinked, his hands freezing mid-motion as he turned to look at you. "Huh?"

"He's fucking rude," you scoffed, rolling your eyes. "I told him from the start that we couldn’t date unless he was okay with us being friends, and I wholeheartedly meant it. But the second I mentioned you? Instant attitude."

Giyuu's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "What did he say?"

"Doesn't matter," you muttered, waving him off. "The point is, he's a prick I should've never wasted any time with."

For a moment, he just stood there, watching you blend your makeup with practiced ease, your words settling over him like a warm blanket. You hadn't even seemed to think twice about it, choosing him over your boyfriend as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"...Thank you," he said quietly, his voice so soft you almost missed it.

You glanced at him through the mirror, catching the faint blush that dusted the tips of his ears. "Don't thank me," you replied with a soft smile. "You mean more to me than any of those dumb guys."

Giyuu rolled his eyes, trying to hide the fluttering in his chest as he tightened his tie with an  unnecessary force. "And why do you only go for dumb guys?"

You frowned, picking up a tube of lipgloss. "The real question is why they're the only ones that approach me." Tilting your head, you gazed at him with a wistful look. "I wish they were more like you," you murmured.

You didn't notice the way his hands stilled again, nor the faint flush that crept up his cheeks. He cleared his throat, turning back to the mirror.

"They still wouldn't deserve you," he muttered under his breath, barely audible.

"Hm?" you questioned, raising an eyebrow as you looked over your shoulder.

"Nothing," he said quickly, reaching for his cap and gown spread out on your bed. "We're going to be late."

Smiling, you brushed off his odd behavior, setting down your lipgloss and grabbing your heels. "Fine, let's go."

But even as you walked out the door, Giyuu's thoughts lingered on your words.

I wish they were more like you.

━

The beginning of college brought with it a whirlwind of changes for both you and Giyuu. You attended the same school, so the two of you decided to save money and move into a cozy apartment together.

The apartment was small, but homey enough for the two of you. There was a shared bathroom between the two bedrooms, a cramped kitchen that you somehow made work, and a living room where you would often curl up on the couch after long days of classes or work.

Despite the small space, you quickly slipped into familiar patterns. Giyuu was a morning person, usually up before the sun, while you preferred to sleep in and stay out late. You'd often stumble out of your room in the late morning, finding him already making breakfast or buried in his textbooks.

You would both go about your routines, respecting each other's space, and somehow, it was like nothing had really changed. Giyuu was still the quiet, composed person you knew, and you were still the loud, energetic one.

But there was a subtle shift, a tension that started to build over time. You started to see Giyuu in.. a different way. You couldn't tell if it was because you'd finally stopped suppressing thoughts you'd always had, or if it was because you were watching him grow from a socially awkward teenager into a more gentle, confident adult.

There was an unspoken understanding between you that neither of you addressed directly, but the lines between friendship and something more began to blur the longer you lived together.

Giyuu's 21st birthday arrived with a mix of anticipation and excitement, and it was clear from the start that he didn't want much fuss about it.

You knew him too well by now, his preference for quiet evenings over anything resembling a party. But 21 was a big deal, and you weren't going to let it slip by unnoticed, no matter how much he grumbled about it.

The party was at your apartment, living room adorned with streamers and balloons, the tiny kitchen bursting with treats. You invited only a few of your mutual friends, knowing a crowd would make him squirm.

It was supposed to be low-key, and that's exactly how you pitched it to him. You bought a cake, a couple of cases of his favorite beer, and told him you were keeping it small.

As Giyuu searched through the playlist in the living room, you took the opportunity to slip away and get dressed in your room.

Your fingers fumbled with the delicate zipper of your silk black minidress, the fabric soft against your skin. Lace detailing adorned the bust, and you paired it with dainty gold jewelry.

"Yuu!" you called out, your voice slightly muffled as you struggled to zip up the dress.

An exasperated sigh escaped your lips when it caught halfway. You glanced over your shoulder, seeing your best friend standing in the doorway, a deep flush spread across his cheeks as his eyes roamed over your exposed back.

"Sorry, could you help me zip this up?" you asked, trying to suppress a smile.

"Oh, sure," he murmured, stepping closer to you.

"Thanks," you hummed, turning around and facing your mirror as he stood behind you. His fingers brushed against your skin as he carefully zipped up the dress, the warmth of his touch making you hold your breath for a moment. The silence hung between you two, both of you aware of the closeness.

Once he finished, he stepped back, his eyes lingering on your reflection in the mirror for a second longer than necessary. "You look nice."

You smiled at the compliment, turning to him as your gaze traveled down his outfit. It was simple—an oversized black graphic hoodie paired with dark blue baggy jeans. "So do you," you said, a playful glint in your eyes.

Giyuu ran a hand through his long hair, shyly averting his gaze. "You're leaving it down?" you asked, eyes narrowing as you took in the silkiness of his dark strands.

He shook his head and reached for a hairtie on his wrist. As he raised his arms to tie his hair into a low bun, you caught a glimpse of his toned torso before he turned to leave.

He glanced over his shoulder, the corner of his mouth twitching upward as he rolled his eyes at your playful pout. Opening the fridge, he pulled out a cold can of beer, the can crinkling as he cracked it open.

"Hey, Giyuu," you called, "You remember that deal we made? Junior year?" you asked, slowly making your way into the kitchen.

Giyuu's eyes widened ever so slightly, then he turned to you, masking his surprise with his usual stoic expression. "What deal?"

A sly smirk tugged at your lips as you leaned over the counter, rummaging through one of the kitchen drawers. "The one about our virginities," you added casually, making sure to glance up at him. You could already see the subtle flush creeping up his neck.

"Oh," he mumbled, his voice faltering as he quickly brought the beer can to his lips, taking a long sip to avoid your gaze. "That?"

"That," you echoed, as though it was the most normal thing in the world. You found what you were looking for and closed the drawer with a soft click, then turned to face him fully. "Is it still on?"

Giyuu took a step back, leaning against the counter, his gaze dropping to the floor as he shifted uneasily. You moved closer, feeling the tension between you two building with every inch you closed.

"Do you.. want it to be?" he whispered, his grip tightening around the can.

You nodded silently, your lips curving into a small smile. The air between you seemed to thicken, your presence commanding his full attention. "But, it's your call."

He gulped as you reached behind you, pulling out a shiny tiara—silver with blue gems that sparkled in the light. It glimmered as you placed it gently on his head, reading "BIRTHDAY GIRL".

His breath hitched as his eyes flickered down to meet yours. You could see the internal struggle in the slight tremble of his fingers, but there was a hunger in his eyes, a desire that mirrored your own.

Before Giyuu could respond, the door to your apartment suddenly burst open with an almost comical force.

"Shit— I didn't lock it—" you muttered, but the sentence was cut off by the loud voices of your friends Kyojuro and Tengen. They stormed into the kitchen with enthusiasm, greeting the birthday boy like they hadn't seen him in ages.

"Happy birthday, Tomioka!" Kyojuro exclaimed, his bright smile lighting up the room, while Tengen gave Giyuu a friendly hug.

A group of their friends followed, chatting and laughing, completely oblivious to the tension that had just existed between you two. You sighed, amused but a little frustrated by the timing, casting Giyuu a knowing glance. "Later," you mouthed, the promise clear, before turning your attention to the guests.

For now, whatever was brewing between you and Giyuu would have to wait. The music cranked up a notch, drinks began circulating, and the lively atmosphere of a party took over your apartment.

Parties had never been Giyuu's scene. The idea of being crammed into a hot, noisy space with a bunch of drunk strangers was more torturous than entertaining to him. The thought of anyone willingly signing up for such chaos baffled him.

Which was why, when he did attend a party, the night often ended with you holding his hair back while he dry-heaved over the toilet. It had become an unfortunate tradition, one you were determined to avoid tonight. After all, it was his birthday, and you wanted him to enjoy it.

You kept a subtle eye on him from the kitchen, monitoring his drink count like a hawk. Thankfully, Giyuu was nothing if not responsible, so you weren't too concerned.

Your lips curved into a soft smile as you watched him from across the room. He was standing near Mitsuri and Obanai, his usual reserved demeanor softened as he laughed at one of her jokes. College had done him good, coaxing him out of his shell and introducing him to people who clearly cared about him.

"Having fun?" Tengen's voice broke through your thoughts. He leaned casually against the counter beside you, his broad shoulders brushing yours as he gave you a grin.

"Of course I am," you replied, lifting your cup to your lips. The drink burned as it slid down your throat, a sensation you'd come to appreciate.

"I'm glad," he hummed, reaching for the bottle of Hennessy beside you. His hand brushed your waist as he gently nudged you aside, his touch lingering just long enough to make you uneasy. "I've missed you."

You stepped to the side, swirling the drink in your cup as you kept your gaze low. You knew exactly where this conversation was heading. "I thought we talked about this," you murmured, your tone quiet but firm.

Tengen wasn't one to back down so easily. His fingers found their way under your chin, tilting your head up so you were forced to meet his eyes. "I can't get enough of you," he said softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek in a way that might've once made you falter.

You let out a sigh, glancing briefly toward the living room where Giyuu sat on the couch with Shinobu. His soft smile stirred something in you that had nothing to do with the alcohol. Turning back to Tengen, you said bluntly, "I told you. I have no interest in fucking you anymore."

His hand dropped to his side, though his composure remained intact, as if rejection was a game he'd learned to play long ago. A smirk played at his lips as he leaned casually against the counter, the bottle now in his hand. "You're into Tomioka, aren't you?" he asked, his tone casual.

You rolled your eyes, your patience wearing thin. "What's it to you?"

He tilted his head, his grin widening as if he'd just uncovered a secret. "You could have anyone you want. Why haven't you gone for him all these years?"

Your scoff was sharp as you turned away from him, irritation prickling at your skin. "None of your fucking business," you spat. Before Tengen could press further, you raised your voice, addressing the group. "Y'all down for Charades?"

Mitsuri clapped her hands excitedly. "Let's do teams! Losers take shots!"

Cheers rang throughout the living room, washing away the lingering tension from the kitchen. You slipped away from the conversation, taking a seat on the couch beside Kyojuro, grateful for the shift in energy.

Shinobu moved with precision, pouring shots into an assortment of glasses lined up on the coffee table. "Rules are simple," she declared, her tone almost too sweet to be trusted. "One minute per turn. If your team can't guess, you all drink."

Drunk Charades was a beloved tradition in your friend group, despite you and Giyuu's shared distaste for overindulgence. Somehow, though, it was always fun with this group.

Teams formed quickly: you, Obanai, and Kyojuro on one side, while Giyuu, Mitsuri, and Tengen joined forces on the other. Shinobu naturally declared herself gamemaster, already scribbling prompts down.

Giyuu went first, his cheeks tinged pink as the group chanted "Birthday boy!" when he stood. Shinobu handed him a slip of paper with a sly smile.

His brows furrowed as he read the prompt, glancing at her in clear confusion. She only shrugged, eyes fixed on the timer on her phone. "One minute starts now."

He hesitated, then raised his arms in a wide circle above his head. "Circle? Sun! Clock!" Mitsuri guessed eagerly, practically bouncing off the couch.

Giyuu's frown deepened as he repeated the motion with more emphasis. "It's clearly a halo," Tengen said smugly, giving Mitsuri a teasing glance.

Shinobu shook her head. "You have thirty seconds," she announced smoothly.

With an exasperated sigh, Giyuu dropped his arms and began walking in place, taking slow, exaggerated steps. Realization hit you instantly, but you stayed quiet, secretly enjoying the show.

"Uh... giant?" Tengen tilted his head, increasingly lost.

"Oh! Oh!" Mitsuri gasped, clasping her hands together. "Astronaut!" Giyuu's eyes lit up, nodding vigorously before repeating the large circle motion with renewed desperation.

"Planet? Space?" Tengen guessed again, brows furrowed deeply. He opened his mouth to speak just as the timer buzzed loudly.

"Moon," Shinobu announced with far too much delight. Mitsuri groaned but took her shot without complaint, followed by the rest of her team.

Before anyone could reset, Kyojuro shot to his feet, practically snatching the slip of paper from Shinobu's hand. His eyes scanned the prompt before gleaming with excitement.

"Your minute starts now," she announced, setting the timer with a knowing smirk.

Without hesitation, Kyojuro mimed sweeping your floor, pausing only to wipe imaginary sweat from his brow.

"Sweeping? Maid?" Obanai guessed, one brow arching as he crossed his arms skeptically.

He shook his head fervently, shifting tactics. He twirled in place, pretending to wear a ballgown. The"dance" was so dramatic that even Giyuu let out a quiet chuckle.

"Dress? Princess?" Obanai tried again, clearly reaching.

"Thirty seconds," Shinobu reminded, resting her chin in her hands.

With an exasperated roll of his eyes, Kyojuro dropped to one knee, pretending to slip on a shoe.

"What the fuck," Obanai muttered, utterly baffled.

You couldn't hold back a laugh. "Oh shit—Cinderella!"

"Correct," Shinobu confirmed, stopping the timer. "That one was too easy."

"That was ridiculous," Obanai muttered, but even he couldn't hide his faint amusement.

The game spiraled as the drinks began to take their toll, and the room descended into a blur of laughter, slurred accusations, and a few questionable rule changes. At one point, Tengen insisted that charades could "absolutely allow sound effects," sparking a hilariously heated debate that ended with everyone taking a shot "just because."

Shinobu and Giyuu somehow remained composed, though her smirk suggested she enjoyed the chaos she'd created. Meanwhile, Mitsuri and Kyojuro had surrendered to helpless fits of giggles, practically falling over each other as they struggled through increasingly ridiculous prompts.

The final round ended with Mitsuri acting as a ballerina, her body balanced perfectly as she performed a skilled pirouette, earning a standing ovation. You leaned back, your head resting gently against the couch as the group's laughter echoed through the room. The warmth wrapped around you like a blanket, blending perfectly with the hum of music playing in the background.

Without thinking, your gaze drifted across the room, finding Giyuu. The soft flush on his cheeks from the alcohol gave him an uncharacteristically vulnerable look, but his eyes were steady, their usual calm tinged with something you couldn't quite place.

Slowly, you tore your gaze from Giyuu, shifting your attention to Tengen as he stood, dragging a very unsteady Kyojuro up with him. "I should get this dumbass home," he grunted, looping an arm securely around the blonde's torso to keep him upright.

Obanai gave a curt nod, helping Mitsuri into her coat. "Same here." Turning to Giyuu, he muttered, "Happy birthday."

"Bye, Y/n! Bye, Tomioka!" Mitsuri chirped, her words slurring slightly as she waved enthusiastically, her bright smile as infectious as ever.

Giyuu nodded in acknowledgment, rising to his feet to see them off. Meanwhile, Shinobu had already started tidying up, gathering the shotglasses from the coffee table as you picked up stray papers and empty cans.

"This was really fun, Y/n," she said with a soft smile as she washed the glasses in the sink.

You glanced over with a small grin of your own. "Thanks. I'm glad Giyuu even let me throw him a party."

Giyuu, reentering the room just as you spoke, rolled his eyes. "I heard that."

"Good," you shot back, sticking your tongue out playfully as you balled up a paper towel and tossed it into the trash.

Shinobu giggled at the exchange, slipping into her shoes near the door. "Goodnight, you two," she said warmly before turning to Giyuu. "And happy birthday, Tomioka."

"Thanks," he replied softly, walking her to the door and locking it behind her as she left.

With the apartment now quiet, the stillness hung in the air as Giyuu leaned awkwardly against the wall, his gaze fixed on the floor. It was obvious he was waiting for you to address the unspoken tension between you—whatever the fuck you'd meant when you brought up that deal from junior year.

"Hey, Giyuu," you sighed, bringing a hand up to rub your temple, the weight of your earlier words pressing heavily on your chest.

He straightened slightly at the sound of your voice, his gaze meeting yours as he looked at you.

"I'm sorry if I made things weird by asking you that earlier," you murmured, your voice quieter now. "You probably want to lose your virginity to someone special, and I totally get that. I—" You paused, realizing how much you were rambling. "I shouldn't have brought it up."

Your lips parted to apologize, but the words caught in your throat when you noticed Giyuu had moved. He was in front of you, his tall frame close enough that you had to tilt your head upwards to meet his eyes.

His voice was barely above a whisper as he said, "You are special."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you quickly shook your head, feeling your cheeks heat. "Not like that, Giyuu. I mean—"

Before you could finish, he took a step closer. "I want it to be with you," he interrupted, his voice firm.

The moment the words left his mouth, his eyes widened, shocked by his own confession.

You stared at him, your jaw slack, the weight of his admission rendering you momentarily speechless. "You do?" you finally managed, your voice almost a whisper.

He nodded, and a soft smile curved your lips. Wordlessly, you reached up, your arms draping loosely around his shoulders. His gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips and back again, darkened with need.

"Kiss me, Giyuu," you whispered, and that was all it took. His hands found your waist, gripping you firmly as he pulled you closer. Your lips met in a heated kiss, his eagerness surprising you.

It slightly uncoordinated at first—hesitant movements revealing his lack of experience and the slight haze of alcohol clouding your thoughts. But you quickly took the lead, your fingers tangling in his soft hair as you deepened the kiss, tilting your head to guide him.

As your bodies pressed together, you pushed him gently, steering him backward until his back hit his bedroom door with a soft thud.

You broke the kiss for just a moment, both of you breathing heavily. His arms encircled your waist, holding you close as his eyes searched yours, running his tongue over his lips.

You couldn't stand the distance for long. Your lips met his again, more urgent this time, pouring every unspoken feeling into the kiss. He smiled against your mouth, his lips moving against yours in a way that sent warmth rushing through your entire body.

One of his hands left your waist, fumbling for the door handle. When it finally clicked open, he pulled you both inside, his other hand never letting go of you.

Your heart hammered against your ribcage as the door shut behind you with a quiet click. You couldn't believe what was happening—what you were doing.

You were about to have sex with your lifelong best friend.

The very thought made your head spin. No matter how many times you'd secretly imagined it, you never thought the night would actually come.

Giyuu, meanwhile, was a tangle of emotions. The sensation of your lips against his sent waves of desire coursing through him, but there was also a deep sense of nostalgia.

Because this wasn't the first time your lips had met his.

You probably didn't remember, but Giyuu never forgot. After your senior prom, he'd walked you to your doorstep. You'd gone as friends, and the evening had been fun, uncomplicated—until he parked in front of your house. Before getting out, you'd paused, turned toward him, and thanked him for being such a good friend. Then, you'd leaned over the console and kissed him softly on his lips.

A giddy smile lit your face as you rushed out of his black honda civic, leaving him stunned in the aftermath. You'd never mentioned it again, and neither had he, though he replayed it countless times in his mind. Funny how you had been his first everything.

When he reluctantly pulled away, his eyes remained closed for a moment longer, as if clinging to the warmth of your lips. When he finally opened them, they were half-lidded, adjusting to the soft, dim glow of his room.

Slowly, your hands trailed down his chest, your touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. You gave him a gentle push, guiding him onto the bed. He sank into the mattress, his eyes glued to you as you swung a leg over to straddle his hips. His breathing grew uneven the moment you settled over his thighs, the feeling of you on top of him making his body tense.

"Giyuu," you murmured, your voice dripping with sultry warmth.

He swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing as he met your gaze.

"You really want this?" you asked, tilting your head as your fingers slid into his hair. You tugged the tie loose, letting the strands spill over your hands like silk.

His eyes fluttered shut briefly before reopening, his dark irises locking onto yours with a mix of nervousness and need. "Y/n, just—" He hesitated, searching for the right words. "Just.. keep kissing me. Please."

Without another word, you leaned down, capturing his lips with yours. As you shifted slightly, pressing against his growing erection, he gasped, and you took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, your tongue slipping past his parted lips.

Your fingers tenderly cradled his face, your touch both firm and reassuring. One of his hands gripped your waist, while the other buried itself in your hair, tugging just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

As your hips shifted again, a low, breathy groan escaped him, reverberating through your chest. The sound sent a pulse of heat straight to your core, spurring you on. You let your hands trail down his chest, slipping under his hoodie to explore the hard lines of muscle beneath.

"Take it off," you whispered, sitting up to look down at him. His eyes were dark, lips swollen from your kisses. He moved up slightly, gripping the fabric of his hoodie and pulling it over his head in one swift motion. The pale skin of his chest was exposed, glistening with a light sheen of sweat.

He quickly tossed it elsewhere and returned his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to him. A smile spread across your face at his obedience, admiring the way his chest rose and fell with each shaky breath, your fingers grazing lightly over his skin. Leaning down, you pressed a trail of featherlight kisses along his collarbone, your lips brushing against his skin with a deliberate softness.

His fingertips dug into your sides as he hissed softly, his hips instinctively bucking against you. The friction drew a needy whine from your throat, your breaths coming in quick, shallow bursts. Lifting your head, you murmured, "You can touch me, y'know."

His chest rose and fell rapidly. "I am touching you," he panted, voice strained.

You shook your head, guiding his hands higher up your body until they rested just below your chest. "You can touch me more, Giyuu."

His eyes darkened with hunger as he sat up, pulling you snugly onto his lap, his back pressing against the headboard. His breath ghosted over your skin as his hands wrapped around your breasts, hesitating for only a moment before giving them an experimental squeeze.

"Is this.. okay?" he breathed, thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples through the thin fabric of your dress.

A wave of heat rushed through you, your heart pounding as you nodded. "Yeah." Your hands slid up his arms, steadying yourself. "Want it off?"

He couldn't resist a chance to see more of your body. "Yes," he breathed back.

Giyuu pushed you against him with one hand while the other found the zipper of your dress. He tugged it downwards, revealing the smooth expanse of your bare back. Your fingers gripped the hem of the dress as you pulled it off your body, silently grateful for your decision not to wear a bra.

Giyuu's eyes widened as they raked over your nearly naked form. "Fuck," he muttered, not knowing where to look. You watched him as he studied your body, from the curves of your breasts to the smoothness of your stomach, down to your hips covered only by black lace panties.

He felt like cumming from the sight alone, how the hell would he be able to fuck you?

Your lips met again, bare chests pressed together as your mouths moved in a heated, breathless rhythm. Giyuu's hands slid from your waist to grab at your ass, kneading the soft flesh as you whimpered into the kiss.

Your arms wrapped around his torso, savoring the warmth of his skin as you tilted your head to deepen the kiss. Rolling your hips against his, you felt him shudder. He broke the kiss with a sharp inhale, breath coming in uneven pants.

You pressed soft kisses along his neck, drawing a quiet, needy sound from his throat. Your hand trailed down between you, pressing against his erection, igniting a fire within him that he had never felt before.

As you sucked on a spot on his collarbone, you moved your hand up and down his length, gauging the size of it. Pulling back slightly, you slid off his lap, positioning yourself between his legs. He watched you, chest rising and falling as he tried to steady his breathing. He already missed the warmth of your body pressed against his, but the anticipation of what was coming next had him captivated.

"Can I?" you asked softly, your fingers lingering over the zip of his jeans.

He quickly nodded, making you smirk at his eagerness. His bulge straining against the fabric was impossible to ignore, aching for release under your touch.

With impatient hands, you wasted no time in unzipping his jeans and tugging them down along with his boxers. Your breath caught as his cock was freed, standing proud against his abdomen. For a moment, all you could do was stare, your cheeks warming as you let out a shaky exhale. It was perfect.

You'd been with a lot of guys, but none of them even compared to Giyuu. His skin was soft, tip flushed a delicate pink that contrasted beautifully against the rest of him. The sight alone sent a pulse of heat through you, and you licked your lips, your gaze locked on him.

"Giyuu," you murmured, your hand wrapping firmly around him.

His whole body tensed, a shuddering gasp escaping as he bit down on his lip, trying and failing to muffle the sound.

"Have you ever gotten your dick sucked before?" you asked, your hand moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm along his length.

Giyuu shook his head, tilting it back as a shaky breath escaped him. He'd never been in this position before, especially not with you.

"Good," you smiled, leaning forward, letting a bead of saliva fall from your lips and onto his swollen tip. The sight alone had him whimpering, his hips twitching reflexively. The moisture slicked your hand, making every stroke smoother as you worked him over.

Then, you took him into your mouth, lips wrapping around his cock. Giyuu's reaction was immediate, a low, guttural groan tearing from his throat as his head fell back against the headboard. "Fuck—" he choked out, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.

You hollowed your cheeks, taking him deeper, and his hips bucked involuntarily. The sudden thrust made you gag, and you pulled back, coughing slightly.

Giyuu's eyes shot open in panic. "Shit- I'm so sorry," he blurted out, I didn't m-"

"Shh," you hushed, placing a calming hand on his thigh. "It's okay," you reassured, your voice soft and steady. Your other hand resumed its slow, deliberate strokes, eyes locked on his. "You can hold me if that helps."

He hesitated for a moment before lifting a hand, fingers trembling slightly as they cupped your face. His thumb brushed a stray strand of hair from your eyes. You leaned into his palm briefly before lowering yourself again, your mouth returning to his dick.

You teased him, swirling your tongue around his sensitive head, savoring the soft, broken moans that spilled from his lips. His hand slid into your hair, not pushing, but simply holding on as if you were his lifeline.

"Y/n," he gasped, his voice strained and breathless. "I'm gonna—fuck—" His breaths came faster, his body trembling as he teetered on the edge. His cock twitched in your mouth, but just as he was about to lose control, you stopped, lifting your head up.

Giyuu let out a strangled groan, his chest heaving as he tried to steady his breathing. One hand dragged over his flushed face while the other remained fisted in the sheets.

"Sorry, Yuu," you cooed sweetly, crawling back onto his lap. Your hands cupped his flushed cheeks, guiding his gaze to yours. His wide, dazed eyes met your own, filled with unspoken desire. "I want us to cum together," you murmured, slowly pressing your lips to his.

He moaned into the kiss, the taste of himself mixing with your saliva as you tilted his head how you pleased. His hands roamed your back, tracing slow, deliberate paths along your skin. One hand slid lower, hooking into the waistband of your panties and tugging them down your legs.

You lifted slightly to let him pull them off entirely, tossing them aside. Together, you worked to rid him of the last of his clothing, his pants and underwear joining the growing pile on the floor. Now, with nothing between you, the heat of his body melded with yours.

You pressed your core against him, your wet folds sliding over his cock. A gasp escaped your lips as you began to roll your hips, his length gliding between your slickness, the head brushing your clit with each pass. Giyuu tilted his head back, nails digging into your hip as you continued your slow movements.

"D-don't we need a condom?" he stammered out, his voice shaky as his hands held you still.

"I'm on the pill," you assured, meeting Giyuu's gaze as he opened his eyes. "Plus, it feels better this way," you added.

Giyuu gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing at your words. "You trust me?" you asked softly, tilting your head as your lips brushed his.

"Of course," he replied without hesitation.

You hummed, your hand trailing down his body, fingers brushing over heated skin until they reached his straining cock. His breath hitched as you positioned yourself above him, guiding his tip to your slick entrance. "I'll go slow" you murmured, sinking down onto him.

Giyuu whimpered your name, his head falling back against the headboard, lips parted in a breathless moan. His grip on you tightened as his hips trembled beneath yours. You felt so good—too good—and he could barely think past the haze of lust clouding his mind.

"Fuck," you cursed, nails digging into his shoulders when he filled you completely, stretching you in a way that left you gasping. You dropped your head into the crook of his neck, overwhelmed by the sensation.

Slowly, you moved your hips up and down, Giyuu's soft moans spurring you on. There was the slight sting of feeling stretched at every movement, but the pain was almost welcomed.

His nails dug into the flesh of your ass, guiding you gently as you moved. When his tip grazed that perfect spot deep inside, a breathless moan escaped you, and your hips rolled instinctively, seeking more of that intoxicating pressure.

You sat up slightly, half-lidded eyes meeting his as you leaned in for a slow, lingering kiss. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as his hips bucked up to meet your rhythm. His tongue tangled with yours, the kiss growing deeper, more desperate.

A low hum of pleasure vibrated against his mouth as your arms snaked around his shoulders, pressing yourself against him as you continued to move back and forth on his lap.

Breaking from the kiss, Giyuu trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck, his breath hot against your skin. "Don't stop.. feels... so good," he choked out between breaths.

You whimpered, tilting your head back to give him better access as your legs locked around his waist. The pleasure was electric, each deep thrust sending bursts of stars behind your closed eyelids.

Giyuu's lips trailed lower, wrapping around your nipple as he sucked gently, drawing a sharp cry from your lips. Instinctively, you began to bounce harder on him, fingers tangling in his dark hair. He groaned, eyebrows knitting together as his tongue flicked over your sensitive bud, his nails pressing deeper into your skin.

Your legs began to tremble, overwhelmed by the increasing pleasure. Giyuu panted, guiding your hips as he rolled his own upward, grinding into you with deep, deliberate strokes. A desperate moan escaped both of your lips, and you couldn't help but cling closer to him, your grip tightening in his hair.

"Fuck," he moaned quietly, his glossy, dark eyes looking up at you in admiration and need. "Can I move?"

"Please," you whined.

Giyuu lifted you effortlessly, turning you over and laying you gently onto the soft mattress. His hands caressed your thighs as he hovered above you, his heated gaze tracing every curve of your body.

Using one arm to prop himself up, his hair fell like a curtain around you. "This okay?" he asked, running his tip between your folds to find your entrance once more.

"More than," you breathed, relaxing under his warm sheets and soft breaths.

You kept your gaze locked with each other's as he pushed himself inside, drawing a soft gasp from your lips. His eyes were lidded, pupils blown and cheeks flushed as a shaky breath escaped him, savoring the way your body held him so perfectly. You were so wet that he slid in with ease, allowing him to pull out before sliding back in.

For the first time, Giyuu understood why people craved this kind of intimacy. He'd never felt anything this good in his life. His lips found yours in a languid kiss, moving in sync with his gentle thrusts. Warmth bloomed in his chest, though he couldn't tell if it was from the physical pleasure or because it was you beneath him.

Despite it being his first time, every slow, deliberate thrust found your sweet spot, making you arch into him, fingers digging into his back. He groaned into your mouth, his hips stuttering against yours.

You hiked your legs higher up his torso, feeling him deeper inside you. Pulling away just enough to catch his breath, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanning over your skin as he whispered breathless praises.

"Oh, fuck- Giyuu-" you moaned, your back arching in pleasure as he continued to thrust into you with increasing speed. Your nails dug into his skin, scraping red trails down his back as a wet, squelching noise resonated from where your bodies were connected.

With one well-placed thrust, your release hit you like a wave, body trembling as he fucked you through your orgasm. Giyuu lifted his head to watch you in awe as you twitched and writhed beneath him.

You gasped, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as you felt his fingers against your clit, messily toying with the bundle of nerves. You panted and rolled your hips up against him, unable to hold back any longer as you squirted onto his hand and abdomen.

Giyuu's eyes shot open, feeling your slick warmth coating his skin, and before he knew it, he was cumming as well, his seed spurting out within your walls. He let out a whiny, cracked moan, his head dipping into your neck as he thrusted lazily inside you.

When he finished, he slowly pulled out, watching with wide pupils as his and your cum dripped from your quivering entrance. Panting, he laid down beside you, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you close against his warm chest. "Thank you," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead before burying his face in the top of your head.

"Don't thank me," you hummed softly, closing your eyes as you leaned closer to him. "I loved it."

You and Giyuu weren't dating—weren't in love. (At least, not openly.) Yet somehow, what had just happened between you was far from casual. No matter how many excuses you tried to make, friends don't make love to each other.

After a few moments of shared silence, catching your breath and grounding yourself, you sat up. A soft yawn escaped your lips as you stretched your arms over your head before slipping out of bed.

Reaching down, you grabbed your panties from the floor, pulling them back on as you made your way to Giyuu's dresser. The sound of shifting sheets caught your attention, and when you turned, you found him sitting up, brows drawn together in concern. "Aren't you staying?"

A warm smile spread across your lips as you pulled one of his t-shirts from the drawer and slipped it over your head. "Of course I am," you reassured him gently. "I'm just going to the bathroom."

True to your word, you returned a moment later to find him still in bed. He had pulled on his boxers but was otherwise the same—his eyes following your every move, lingering briefly on the faint red crescent marks now visible on your ass. His gaze flickered up to meet yours, his expression unreadable.

Climbing back into bed, you settled yourself on his lap, straddling him as his hands instinctively found your hips. "Giyuu," you started softly, your voice tinged with uncertainty, "is this.. a one-time thing?"

His lips pressed into a slight frown, and his brows furrowed as he considered your words. For a moment, his eyes flickered with an emotion you couldn't quite name—Worry? Hope? Fear? "Do you want it to be?" he asked cautiously, his voice low and hesitant.

You shook your head, your voice steady but shy as you answered, "No."

His surprise deepened, blue eyes searching yours for confirmation. Nervously, you lowered your gaze to his chest, tracing aimless patterns with your fingertips. "I've liked you for a while, Giyuu," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

He froze beneath you. "What?"

"Years," you confessed, forcing yourself to look up and meet his wide-eyed stare. "I've always known you weren't just a friend to me, but I didn't want to risk ruining what we had." You paused, swallowing hard. "But what we just did... friends don't do that."

His lips parted as though to speak, but no words came out. Instead, his hands cupped your cheeks, tilting your face up to his as he leaned in. The kiss was tender, a quiet answer to your unspoken fears.

He shifted, rolling you beneath him, lips trailing a path from your mouth to your jawline, and down the curve of your neck, stopping just above the collar of his t-shirt.

When his gaze met yours again, the genuine smile lighting up his face made your heart flutter. His fingers laced with yours, while your other hand rested on his back, tracing the faint lines of the scratches you'd left there.

"I don't want this to be a one-time thing either," he said softly, his voice carrying a rare but unmistakable confidence. "I want to be yours... and for you to be mine."

A grin spread across your face at his words, and you tugged him down for another kiss, your heart hammering.

"Mhm," you hummed against his lips, "I'm yours, Giyuu."

━

Giyuu frowned deeply when he woke up to an empty bed, the lingering warmth on your side already faded.

His mind spiraled instantly. Did you regret last night? He gnawed on his lower lip, his chest tightening at the thought.

Turning onto his back, he exhaled slowly, staring at the ceiling. A grim scenario played out in his head—you'd be in the living room, already packing your things, deciding that sleeping together had been a mistake, that living together wasn't a good idea after all.

Running a hand down his face, he squeezed his eyes shut, willing the thought away. He was about to roll over and bury himself back under the sheets when a loud thud echoed from the kitchen.

He bolted upright, hastily pulling on a pair of sweatpants before heading toward the noise.

His eyebrows lifted in surprise as he found you crouched on the kitchen floor, a conflicted expression on your face while you picked up a fallen pancake griddle.

Your eyes widened when you noticed him standing in the doorway, heat rushing to your cheeks. "Oh... good morning, Giyuu," you mumbled shyly, glancing away.

He surveyed the scene, spotting the stool you must've used to reach the high shelf. Realization dawned on him. "What are you doing?" he asked, tilting his head.

You sighed, placing the griddle on the counter, still avoiding his gaze. "I wanted to make us breakfast..." you murmured, your tone a bit sheepish.

Giyuu exhaled a quiet laugh, the corners of his lips lifting into a fond smile. "You don't have to do that. We both know you can't cook." He teased, walking towards you.

"Screw you." You scoffed, crossing your arms with a frown. "I wanted to do something nice for you."

"You already have," he said softly, stepping closer. He gently took your wrist, turning you toward him. "How about I take you out? To thank you for everything."

Your eyes met his, getting lost in the warmth of his azure gaze before they flicked downward, landing on the faint bruises blooming on his neck—bruises you had left.

"Fine," you relented, leaning in just a bit. "But I'm paying."

Giyuu chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his embrace. "Like hell you are," he whispered, his lips brushing your temple. "You've done enough." He motioned around the room, where last night's decorations still hung throughout the apartment.

You smiled, your arms sliding around his bare waist as you rested your head against his chest. "I guess I can let you handle our first date."

He smirked down at you, pretty blue eyes twinkling with adoration. "Good," he murmured, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

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[mikasa-imadebiscults]

Texting with The Hashira

(Characters Included- All the Hashira besides Muichiro and Gyomei)

(Warning: Modern AU and fluff)

🔥Kyojuro Rengoku🔥

- He would be a very expressive texter. He always types in all caps and will always add exclamation points.

- He rarely uses abbreviations. He much rather prefers to spell it out all the way (plus he doesn’t know majority of what the abbreviations stand for)

🦋Shinobu Kocho🦋

- I feel like even in a Modern AU she would much rather be out in nature rather than on her cell phone. So she would reply to texts a little late.

- Whenever she does get around to texting, she’s never dry. Somehow she never makes any typos, unless she’s extremely tired or sick.

🍡Mitsuri Kanroji🍡

- She always tries to responds to texts right away unless she’s sleeping or talking to someone in real life.

- She either types a lot in one huge text message or she sends a bunch of small messages.

🌊Giyuu Tomioka🌊

- He honestly much rather call and talk instead of texting someone because he doesn’t want to come off as too dry.

- His texts come off as dry unintentionally so he looks at the text for a while before sending so he can make it less dry.

📢Tengen Uzui📢

- He loves sending memes, especially cursed memes. He somehow has a meme for everything no matter what.

- He’s the type to send a message and if you don’t respond fast enough he’ll unsend it and send it again. He mainly does this to annoy you.

🌪️Sanemi Shinazugawa🌪️

- If he’s laying down or doing something and hears a notification he will most likely ignore it until he’s done with whatever he’s doing.

- If he gets sent a meme or a funny video and it’s not violent and/or someone doing something mischievous then he won’t laugh.

🐍Iguro Obanai🐍

- He’s actually a good texter. He rather text then to call. He does have a hard time texting though because of his eyesight so there’s some typos.

- If he gives someone advice through text, he’ll type a lot but it would take him a while to articulate his words correctly.

Masterlist

[peachdues]

Because at this point, I feel like I need one!

All current works are posted. Take a look at some future WIPs, if you’re curious 😉

Thank you for the banner, @renhoeku 🥺🍑🌸

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Bundle of Joy (Sanemi Shinazugawa x Hashira Reader): Part (1), Part (2)

Asks

Y/N’s diagram HC

2. Daddy Sanemi HC

3. Sanemi analysis

The Thing About Genya: (Bundle of Joy WIP)

Veneration (Sanemi x Reader NSFW)

Illustrations by @stuckinthewrongworld

Sanemi x Y/N as new parents

Sanemi x pregnant Y/N

Sanemi finds out Y/N is pregnant

Where’s my love? (Sanemi x Reader one shot): here

The Wind and His Moon (Sanemi x Lunar Hashira Reader): Part (1), Part (2)

Stress Relief (Sanemi x Reader, modern AU): teaser

Seasons in Love (Sanemi x Reader, modern college AU; all the Hashira are besties):

teaser

Part One

Succor (Sanemi x Reader NSFW hurt/comfort)

Phantasmagoria (Tell Me to Stop, NSFW modern AU):

Playlist

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

Wreckage (Angst)

Skin-to-Skin (hurt/comfort)

Kyojuro Rengoku

The Bitter and the Sweet ( Rengoku’s Bundle of Joy:

teaser ;

Spicy teaser

Tell Me to Stop (NSFW): PART ONE PART TWO

@stuckinthewrongworld illustrations:

Rengoku sees Uzui and Y/N after the Entertainment District

Rengoku tethers Y/N to life

Rengoku & Y/N flashback

Cliff side argument

@candiedchiliarch’s illustration

Rengoku tethering Y/N to life

Red Dress (NSFW)

NSFW headcanons

Giyuu Tomioka

The Great War (Bundle of Joy: Giyuu x F!Shrine Maiden):

TEASER

TEASER 2

NSFW teaser

Music inspo for teaser 2

Inexperienced Smut Prompts (NSFW)

Sweet noises (Giyuu x AFAB!Reader)

Miscellaneous

Modern AU music tastes (Hashira)

Multiple Hashira Requests

I Want You, I Need You (Sanemi • Rengoku • • Giyuu)

[chiharuhashibira]

𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓪-𝓼𝓪𝓷~

I don't think I should talk too much in this one-shot.

I'll just write it.

Little context: Saying to someone, "the sunset is beautiful isn't it" is a beautiful way to express your intense affection for them while recognising the hard part of letting them go. It's quite the opposite of “the moon is beautiful, isn't it?”.

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝑰𝒔 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍, 𝑰𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝑰𝒕?

𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐗 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔)

Content Warnings: None ^^

Genre: Drama/Angst/Romance

"Y/N, have you ever wished that you could just live a normal life?"

"What do you mean?"

"Would you try to change anything if you could undo things?"

"I don't understand, Giyu. What are you trying to say?"

Pouting, I looked at Giyu and saw the somberness in his blue eyes. He was staring at the twilight, and I couldn't help but feel my heartbeat race.

Giyu looks so wonderful right now. He always does.

I never thought I would find myself in this state, a year after we became best friends. I never expected that the day when I'd fall for him would come. And yes, I know that I shouldn't feel this way, but it seems inevitable, isn't it?

I could say that everything that happened was unexpected, but it's one of the best surprises that happened to me.

Tomioka turned to look at me. There, I saw how the sun rays made him look almost ethereal and surreal at the same time. The way the beams of the sun caressed his seemingly pale skin and ravenette locks woke up the butterflies in my stomach. His deep blue orbs added fuel to the fire that caused my knees to feel weak.

Behind that somberness, a glint of wonder shone. And that brought back all the memories.

I didn't fall for him just because of his looks. I fell for Giyu because of who he is and all the things he has done for me.

This man had done so much for me in a short span of time. He knows I don't trust people that easily, and yet he has proven to me that not all are as bad as what I've portrayed them to be.

Tomioka's not the most sociable person, but when it comes to me, it seems like a new persona will suddenly show up. I could tell that he did all that he could to gain my trust.

The support that he had given me on every occasion, big or small, could be proof of everything. Our daily midnight calls and undying conversations about everything under the sun can also explain it.

He's even undergoing a rigorous training for quite a while, but yes, he makes time for me. Even the extent to which he's willing to sacrifice just to see me for six hours once or twice a month will be a testament to how dedicated this man is towards me.

Giyu's efforts didn't just gain my trust. He also unconsciously made me fall in love with him.

There are times where his notions make me think, what if he does all of this because he likes me back?

I'm his go-to person for everything. I even saw his craziest side, which seemed to hide away from the world. Giyu had unravelled himself on me slowly but surely. I am sure that every special thing that he does is just for me. Just for me.

He'd said it not once, but maybe three times. He's told me that he never usually does these things with other people. And yes, that made me quite happy and content. But again...

Why is Giyu doing this for me?

We could be friends for all eternity, but perhaps I wouldn't still be able to find the courage to ask him that.

I can't.

I just can't risk this wonderful friendship because of my curiosity.

I know I deserved to know, but do I really want to know that truth if the consequence of that would be losing him forever?

I've been asking myself another question too for so long. What if I am just delusional? What if all I am doing right now is just romanticising things that he does because I love him? What if everything is just in my head?

But why are you looking at me this way, Giyu? Why are you speaking to me so kindly that it melts me to the core? Why do you share lots of things with me? You used to use songs to tell me what you felt, until all my songs were also yours.

Why do you smile at me that way? Why do you choose to make all those sacrifices for me over anyone else?

Why is it me, Giyu?

These gentle caresses, the way you play with my hair, your embrace, and the way you hold my hand every time you have the chance to do so...

These actions are all the opposite of your aversion to physical interaction. I would never have thought I'd ever have had these experiences with you the first time I met you.

You're so gloomy.

You seem colder than the ice itself.

Then why are you radiating so much heat that it burns me?

Why me? Why is it me, Giyu?

"I'm just thinking, how would it feel if I decided to choose another path before? Like, how would it feel to have the perfect life?"

"What is the perfect life for you, though?"

"Hmm, perhaps it's like how I imagined it to be before. Having the perfect career, marrying at 25, and having my very own wonderful kids."

I wasn't able to give a retort to what you had just said. Giyu... Haven't you told me before that you didn't dream of marrying? Haven't you told me that you had never fallen in love once in your life?

Then, why are you asking me this now?

Why is it the opposite of what you told me before, again?

"Oh..."

"I mean. I just wonder how it would feel to have my own perfect family. I guess that would feel great."

"Yeah. What if you had all of those?"

"I don't know. Haven't you also asked yourself those questions?"

"I have lots of what-ifs, Giyu."

And one of those what-ifs is: what if you're now thinking this way because you want to make it happen with me?

But, of course, that would never happen. You don't like me that way, right? I'm just a friend.

It seems like no matter how I wish or manifest things to happen, you won't really fall for me, Giyu.

"Like what?"

What if you just loved me back? Why don't you just fall in love with me as easily as I fell in love with you? As far as I know, I did everything to try to show you my feelings. But it seems like it is not enough.

I'm not enough, and I'll never be enough.

"What if I'll never find love? You know me, Giyu. Behind all this shitty, tough facade, I'm a fucking hopeless romantic."

Giyu didn't answer me. Instead, he just looked back at the sunset and heaved a sigh.

"Then I guess we'll grow old together."

"Grow old together?"

He appears to be flushed by my reaction. His answer eventually shut down my hopes, which came like a flash flood.

"Just kidding. Y/N. You know what? You're still young, and I don't want you to be as miserable as me. Find love, then. Or let yourself fall in love? Whatever. The thing is, don't be too hard on yourself. Don't exhaust your heart on something that isn't worth it. You know?"

His monologue came to me like a slap in the face.

Don't exhaust your heart on something that isn't worth it.

"But how do I know if someone or something is worth it, Giyu? How do I know when to let go?"

Slowly, Giyu looked into my eyes. He seemed lost. In times like this, I wanted to be his compass. I wanted to be the answer, or at least, the light that'd guide him towards the answer. But it seems like now isn't that day, as he placed a hand over my shoulder and spoke up.

"I wish I could tell you, Y/N. But I think I won't be able to answer that. My heart is just too tired for love. I don't think I'll ever fall in love with anyone, Y/N."

He won't ever know how his words completely devastated me. How it confused me to the core.

All I want to do now is disappear.

I still wanted to ask him back. Why does he do these things for me? What's this effort all about, then?

Because if you wanted to just heal me, Giyu, you did more than that. You have been the only good thing in my life. You have been the peace that I am looking for whenever I need it. You made me think that the world is beautiful once again.

I think a tear had escaped from my eyes, as the next thing I felt was Giyu's thumb caressing my cheek. "Why are you crying? Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?" He looked concerned, and that shattered me.

I wanted to scream at him to stop with his kindness and sweet gestures, as it confuses me a lot.

But I didn't.

Instead, I buried my face in his chest and spoke up between my sobs. "I think I know the answer, Giyu."

"What are you talking about?"

I didn't answer, so Giyu pulled out and wiped my face with his hankerchief. "Hey, stop crying. I'm worried about you. Did I say anything bad?"

No, you just made me realise that I should have stopped a long time ago. I should let you go.

"No... I mean, perhaps it's just my hormones. I'm sorry."

"Okay. But you sure—"

"Yes. Giyu."

He looked at me, still having that sombre expression, so then... I gulped and looked at the sunset that he had been adoring for quite a while.

I took in the remnants of today's daylight and pointed out the horizon. I know you're used to me telling you how the moon is lovely, but perhaps that won't happen again.

"Giyu, look. The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?"

𝓜𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝓱𝓾𝓱𝓾

I mean! Look at this one-shot T_T It hurts so much!

Idk why I had this idea all of a sudden. 🥺

Anyways. Thank you for reading!

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~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

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🔥 smut | 💔 angst | ☁️ fluff | ⚡ short | 🦴 long

✶ 𝕯𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 ✶

✶ 𝕲𝖎𝖞𝖚𝖚 ✶

Lady in Red, Gentleman in Black - Yandere! Giyuu x Fem! Reader (Mafia AU) ☁️🔥🦴

Be my Owner - Demon! Giyuu x AFAB! Reader (Demon pet AU) ☁️🔥🦴

Knot Enough - Werewolf! Giyuu x AFAB! Reader ☁️🔥

Giyuu getting a cramp - chubby fem! Reader 🔥

Relax - GN! Reader ☁️

The Fanboy - Tumblr writer! Giyuu x fem! Reader (Isekai AU)

I'm married, Miss - fem! Reader (post-Muzan) ☁️

Being a papa is not so bad - Giyuu as girl-dad ☁️

Talk dirty to me - AFAB! Reader 🔥

Mer AU - series

Meet cute - GN! Reader⚡

Almost - fem! Reader 💔☁️

In the dark - Yandere! Giyuu x GN! Reader ⚡

Breakfast in bed - GN! Reader ☁️⚡ When he's angry - GN! Reader ☁️⚡ Ice cream drip - GN! Reader ☁️⚡ Nibbling his thigh - GN! Reader🔥⚡ Paying the mechanic - AFAB! Reader🔥⚡ Waking up - GN! Reader ☁️⚡ Is this okay? - GN! Reader (modern AU)☁️⚡

HCs: About kids | His hair |

Part 2 of LIR, GIB - TBA

Part 2 of BMO - TBA

✶ 𝕺𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖎 ✶

I know - AFAB! Reader 🔥☁️

Sweet - GN! Reader ☁️⚡

Haiku connoisseur - GN! Reader ☁️

✶ 𝕲𝖞𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖎 ✶

Farmer hand thoughts about Gyomei 🔥⚡

Purr for me - Farmer hand! Gyomei x Fem! Reader 🔥

Control - Brat tamer! Gyomei x AFAB! Reader 🔥

Priest! Gyomei blurb 🔥⚡

Lost - TBA

✶ 𝕶𝖞𝖔𝖏𝖚𝖗𝖔 ✶

Kyojuro's first 🔥⚡ Extra credit 🔥⚡ Tongue-tied🔥⚡ Rising sun ☁️⚡ Cold? ☁️⚡ You're so sweet, aren't you? ☁️⚡

Rebuilding the ruins of castle Me - series ☁️💔

Would you love me if I were a worm?☁️💔⚡

Not like this ☁️💔⚡

TBA

Kyojuro with reader in their 30s ☁️⚡

✶ 𝕿𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖓 ✶

First... or fourth? - AFAB! Reader 💔🔥🦴 Burden... or asset? - Fem! Reader (Part 2 of FOF) 💔🔥☁️🦴

Hunt - Werewolf! Tengen x Bunny! AFAB! Reader 🔥

Stay still - GN! Reader (modern AU) ☁️⚡

Short thoughts: Soulmates 💔 |

Farmer boy thoughts about Tengen - TBA Pedestal - AFAB! Reader, modern AU - TBA

✶ 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖚𝖘 ✶

Fortune in misfortune - Yoriichi x GN! Reader ☁️⚡

Like a Rookie - Shinjuro x GN! Reader ☁️⚡

Protective - Akaza/Hakuji x GN! Reader☁️⚡

I need to kiss you - please - Sanemi x GN! Reader ⚡

Fuck me - Genya x Fem! Reader 🔥

Riding Douma - Douma x AFAB! Reader 🔥⚡

Can't take it? - Sekido x GN! Reader 🔥⚡

I like you best when you're quiet - Aizetsu x GN! Reader 🔥⚡

Look me in the eye and say it again - Gyutaro x GN! Reader 💔⚡

✶ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖍𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖆 ✶

Color-changing sword - no pairing, GN! Reader, prologue

Clingy and relentless - Giyuu x AFAB! Reader 🔥☁️ Kuri Manju - Giyuu x AFAB! Reader bonus chapter 🔥

✶ 𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓 ✶

PE teacher! Giyuu x Chubby Fem! Reader - WIP

PE blurb 🔥⚡

✶ 𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖘 ✶

✶ 𝕵𝖚𝖏𝖚𝖙𝖘𝖚 𝕶𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖓 ✶

The Queen - Sukuna x Fem! Reader

Stay still - Geto x GN! Reader (crack fic)⚡

We just got started though - Yuuji x GN! Reader ☁️⚡

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