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[strangerdangerpookies]

i was also wondering if maybe you could do one where his s/o hashira or not saves/helps him? and maybe she get injured too and he gets upset or something 🤭 totally up to you!

Worth the Risk

The forest was quiet, unnaturally so. The air was thick with humidity, the weight of an incoming storm pressing down against Giyu’s shoulders. The cicadas had long gone silent.

That was never a good sign.

His sword dripped with blood—not his, not yet. He’d been chasing this demon for nearly two days now, across rivers and valleys, always just a step behind. But tonight, it had cornered itself. Which meant it was about to get dangerous.

He could feel the presence before he saw it. The demon lunged from the shadows, faster than he’d anticipated. Giyu dodged, slashing upward, narrowly missing its neck. Its claws grazed his side, ripping through the fabric of his haori and scoring across his skin.

A sharp pain bloomed. He stumbled back a step, gritting his teeth.

Then—

“Water Breathing, Fourth Form—Striking Tide!”

A second sword joined his, and the demon was pushed back. Giyu’s head whipped around.

“Y/N?!”

You landed beside him in a crouch, your breath already coming in short pants. Your eyes burned with fire.

“You looked like you needed a hand,” you said, not taking your eyes off the demon.

He stared at you—torn between relief and fury. “You weren’t supposed to follow me.”

“And let you fight a demon this strong alone?” you countered. “You’re not invincible, Giyu.”

“We’ve talked about this.”

“Talk later,” you interrupted. “Fight now.”

There was no time to argue. The demon snarled and lunged again, and the two of you moved together like flowing water—strikes synchronized, swords flashing in the fading light.

You’d always fought well together. The quiet understanding between your styles, the way you filled in each other’s weaknesses without needing words… it was rare. But this demon was desperate. Smart. And angry.

It threw itself toward Giyu again—aiming for his heart.

And in that split second, you saw it. You moved without thinking.

You shoved him out of the way and took the full brunt of the strike yourself.

“NO!”

Giyu’s voice cracked the air like thunder. Your blade still found its mark, slicing through the demon’s throat as it pierced your shoulder. The demon shrieked before dissolving into ash—but you were already falling.

Giyu caught you before you hit the ground.

Your body was shaking in his arms, blood already soaking your uniform.

“Y/N,” he said, voice hollow with shock. “No, no—why would you do that?”

You coughed, wincing as the pain pulsed through your body. “Didn’t… want to see you die,” you whispered.

“You think I could live with this instead?” His voice cracked, eyes wide. “You think I’d be okay losing you?”

You tried to smile, but your lips trembled. “I’m still here. You’re overreacting.”

“I’m not.” His hand hovered over the wound, trembling. “This is bad.”

“I’ve had worse.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, breath shaking. “I don’t care how strong you are. You’re not allowed to throw yourself in front of me like that again. Ever.”

“You’d do the same for me.”

“That’s exactly the problem.”

Your eyes started to flutter shut. “Don’t get all emotional on me, Giyu…”

“I’m allowed to be emotional,” he whispered. “I almost lost you.”

You blinked slowly. “Didn’t think I’d get to hear you say that…”

He let out a short, broken breath. “I should’ve said it sooner.”

With that, Giyu moved quickly—lifting you into his arms, holding you close to his chest like you were something fragile. Your blood smeared across his skin, hot and sticky, and he didn’t even flinch.

He carried you through the woods, careful with every step. The rain had started to fall, soft and cold against his skin. He didn’t care. His eyes stayed fixed on you, constantly checking your pulse, your breathing.

You spoke only once more, voice groggy.

“Don’t carry me like I’m dying. It’s dramatic.”

“You are dramatic,” he muttered. “Always have been.”

You smiled faintly, and then your head lolled against his shoulder.

—

You didn’t wake until hours later.

When your eyes fluttered open, the smell of antiseptic and rain-soaked earth greeted you. You were in a small medical shelter—one of the old emergency stations the Corps kept hidden in the woods. A lantern glowed dimly nearby.

And beside you, unmoving, sat Giyu. His face was pale, shadows under his eyes, arms folded tightly against his chest. His sword was propped against the wall, forgotten. His hair was damp.

He looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“…Giyu?”

His head snapped up.

In two strides, he was beside you, kneeling, his hand instantly covering yours.

“You’re awake,” he breathed, like the words were sacred.

You studied him through the haze of exhaustion. “You look awful.”

“So do you.”

You gave him a weak smile. “Guess we’re a matching set.”

He shook his head and leaned forward, pressing his lips to your temple.

“I’m not letting you go on patrol alone for at least a month,” he murmured. “And I’m not letting you lift anything heavier than a chopstick.”

You chuckled, then winced. “Ouch.”

“I mean it.” He cupped your cheek gently, voice thick. “I almost lost you, Y/N. I—” He broke off, swallowing hard.

“…I’m sorry,” you whispered. “For scaring you.”

“I’m not mad,” he said. “I’m… just scared. Of what it would’ve felt like if you hadn’t woken up.”

You looked at him for a long time, then touched the side of his face. “I’m still here. For you.”

His eyes closed as he leaned into your hand. “Good.”

And for the first time in a long while, the weight in Giyu’s chest finally loosened.

You were safe.

He was safe.

And for tonight, that was enough.

[strangerdangerpookies]

maybe giyuu and his s/o telling Kagaya Ubuyashiki and the other hashira they are expecting? pre muzan attacking? im not sure if thats your style, if not no worries!

I love this idea!!! Thank you so much for the request!!!!

“New Light in the Darkness”

Character(s): Giyuu Tomioka x Reader, Ubuyashiki Kagaya, the Hashira

Timeline: Pre-final battle, Demon Slayer Canon

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Family

Warnings: None

Summary: Before the final battle, you and Giyuu gather the Hashira and Ubuyashiki-sama to share unexpected news.

The wind blew gently through the gardens of the Ubuyashiki estate, carrying the scent of fresh earth and spring blossoms into the meeting room. The air was warm and still, the kind of day that made everything feel like it might hold just a little more hope than usual.

The Hashira were gathered in their usual formation, kneeling with calm reverence before Kagaya Ubuyashiki. His pale features were bathed in soft sunlight, a serene smile touching his lips as he welcomed them.

And you—seated just beside Giyuu—felt the weight of anticipation settle in your chest.

Giyuu’s fingers brushed yours subtly beneath the folds of your sleeves, his silent way of asking, Are you ready?

You took a quiet breath. Then, with a small nod, you gently pulled your hand away from his and stood.

The attention of the room shifted almost instantly. You didn’t speak often during these meetings, and certainly not before Ubuyashiki-sama himself. Giyuu turned his gaze to you, ever-stoic but undeniably present, ready to support you in whatever came next.

Kagaya’s soft voice broke the quiet. “You have something to share with us, don’t you?”

You bowed deeply. “Yes, Ubuyashiki-sama. With your permission… I’d like to speak.”

He gave a gentle nod. “Of course, dear one.”

You swallowed softly and turned your gaze across the room—at the warriors who had faced death more times than anyone should. They looked at you not with judgment, but curiosity. Trust.

You placed your hand over your lower abdomen, fingers trembling just slightly.

“Giyuu and I…” You paused, the words catching in your throat, not from fear but from the weight of them. “We’re expecting. A child.”

The silence that followed was unlike any other. Not heavy. Not tense.

Just quiet—soft, sacred.

For a moment, no one moved. Then—

Mitsuri gasped, her eyes already brimming with tears. “You’re going to have a baby? That’s the cutest thing ever! Oh my gosh—congratulations!!”

She leapt up and nearly ran toward you, only to remember where she was and sit back down, hands clasped over her chest as she practically vibrated with joy.

Kyojuro beamed, his eyes shining like a sunrise. “What a glorious thing! A new life is the greatest celebration of all! Truly, this child will be a symbol of hope!”

Shinobu chuckled behind her hand. “I must say, I didn’t expect to hear this at today’s meeting. You’re full of surprises, Giyuu.”

Giyuu, still seated, let out a small sigh through his nose. “I’m not hiding anything,” he muttered. “Just… wasn’t the time until now.”

“You dog,” Tengen drawled, smirking. “Didn’t think you had it in you. Quiet types always throw us off.”

Even Obanai blinked once in surprise, and Muichiro—usually lost in thought—had actually turned to look at you with curiosity.

Sanemi scoffed, crossing his arms. “Hah. Never thought you’d be the first among us to start a family. You’re so damn serious all the time.”

Giyuu rose to his feet beside you at that point, his expression unreadable to most, but his hand found yours again.

“I wanted to tell you all before the battle,” he said. “In case… something happens.”

At that, the room stilled again. The reality of war hung in the air, just beneath the surface. You knew every single person here had accepted that risk long ago. And you had too.

But Kagaya smiled again, his calm breaking through the storm you all carried.

“This is a beautiful gift,” he said, voice barely more than a whisper, yet it filled the entire room. “Thank you both for sharing it. New life is not a distraction from our mission—it is the reason for it. Your child represents the future we fight to protect.”

You bowed again, emotion thick in your throat. “Thank you, Ubuyashiki-sama.”

Kagaya’s eyes, though veiled in their own pain, softened even further. “May this child come into a world made brighter by your strength and your love.”

As the wind rustled the trees outside and the sunlight dappled across the wooden floor, the Hashira sat in stillness—not for war, not for orders, not for duty.

But for joy.

Just for a moment.

And as Giyuu’s fingers gently threaded with yours, you knew: this was the reason you both had survived this long.

A new light in the darkness.

[strangerdangerpookies]

hey! i was wondering if you could do something where maybe he’s getting back from patrol and smells blood, maybe a demon attack or maybe reader just cut themselves? 🤗

“The Scent That Shouldn’t Be”

Sorry this took so long🙏 school is killing me with all these test😭

The forest was unusually still.

Giyu Tomioka had just finished his patrol. No demons. No disturbances. Nothing but the sound of crickets and the rustling of trees in the night breeze. He should have been relieved.

But then—

The scent hit him.

Faint, but sharp.

Blood.

He stopped in his tracks, breath catching in his throat. The wind shifted slightly, bringing more of it to him. Not the thick, rotting stench of a demon’s feast, but fresh. Human. Familiar.

He was already moving before the thought could fully form.

You.

His footsteps were nearly silent against the dirt path as he ran, the trees blurring past. Panic, cold and heavy, settled deep in his chest. His mind raced with the worst possibilities. A demon had gotten past him. He’d missed something. He wasn’t there when he should’ve been.

He reached the house, sliding the door open in one swift motion.

“Y/N?”

His voice rang out, sharper than usual, not bothering to mask the fear laced into it.

“In here!” your voice called back casually.

That didn’t ease him.

He found you in the kitchen, kneeling on the floor, hand cradled to your chest. Blood dripped down your fingers, staining the wood. A shattered ceramic bowl lay in pieces beside you.

You looked up in surprise. “Giyu? You’re home early—”

He didn’t respond. He was at your side in seconds, kneeling down and gently taking your wrist in his hand.

“What happened?” he asked, voice low and tight as he examined the wound.

“I dropped the bowl and tried to catch it. One of the shards cut me. It’s not that deep, I was just about to clean it up—”

“You should’ve called for me,” he muttered, already pulling a clean cloth from inside his uniform. He pressed it gently against the wound, holding it firmly in place.

You winced slightly but didn’t pull away. “I didn’t want to bother you. I didn’t think you’d even be back for another hour.”

“I smelled your blood halfway down the mountain,” he said quietly. “It was strong enough that I thought—” He stopped. Swallowed hard. His brows drew together, lips pressed in a thin line.

You softened, reaching up with your uninjured hand to touch his cheek. “You thought a demon had gotten me.”

“I didn’t know what to think. I just knew it was you.” He closed his eyes for a second, as if grounding himself. “And I ran faster than I ever have.”

You sat in silence for a moment as he continued to tend to your hand, replacing the cloth with fresh gauze he pulled from the small cabinet. His movements were precise, but there was a slight tremble in his fingers that only you would notice.

“Giyu,” you said gently, “I’m okay. Really. I was just clumsy.”

“I know.” He finished wrapping the bandage and finally looked at you, his expression softening. “But the thought of something happening to you while I wasn’t here—it’s worse than any wound I’ve ever taken.”

You blinked, warmth rushing to your cheeks. Giyu rarely spoke so openly. But when he did, it was always real.

He leaned in slowly, pressing his forehead against yours. His voice was barely a whisper. “Don’t keep pain from me. Even if it’s small. Even if it feels silly. I’d rather be by your side for every cut and scrape than lose you in silence.”

You nodded gently, resting your hand over his. “Okay. I promise.”

A few moments passed with the two of you breathing quietly together. The blood had been cleaned, the danger was gone—but Giyu still hadn’t let go of your hand.

And honestly, you didn’t want him to.

Your hands stayed joined—his calloused fingers wrapped around yours as though letting go might invite disaster again. His forehead rested against yours, the subtle heat of his skin grounding you both in the quiet calm after his storm of fear.

You were the first to break the silence. “You really ran all the way back for this?” you teased softly, giving his hand a little squeeze. “You must’ve scared the wildlife half to death.”

He huffed a short, quiet breath through his nose. Not quite a laugh, but close.

“I’d do it again,” he said, without a hint of hesitation.

You smiled, your heart giving a soft flutter. “You really are something, Giyu.”

He finally leaned back, just enough to meet your eyes. His expression was unreadable for a moment, deep blue irises reflecting the low light of the lantern nearby. Then, slowly, he brought your injured hand to his lips, brushing the gentlest kiss over your knuckles.

“You mean too much to me,” he murmured, eyes never leaving yours.

The words were simple, but they carried the weight of every worry, every sleepless patrol night, every unspoken “I love you” that he didn’t always know how to say. Your breath caught in your throat, warmth pooling in your chest.

You leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his cheek, then the corner of his mouth, lingering just a little longer. “I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered. “Not without you.”

His arms came around you then, careful not to jostle your hand. He held you close, your head resting beneath his chin, your heartbeat syncing to his. Giyu didn’t say much—but in that silence, in the way he held you like you were his only tether to peace, you heard everything he couldn’t say.

Outside, the wind rustled the trees again. The forest had gone quiet.

Safe.

And so had Giyu’s heart.

Later, he helped you clean the kitchen, never straying more than a step away. When you curled up together beneath the futon, his hand found yours under the blanket, thumb brushing lightly over the bandage.

Just before you drifted to sleep, you felt him whisper near your ear—soft and full of meaning.

“I’ll protect you. Always.”

And somehow, even though there was still danger in the world… with him beside you, it all felt a little less scary.

[strangerdangerpookies]

Heyy, idk if you're taking requests. But if you are, can you do giyuu x female reader angst, where during the infinity castle arc reader dies during the final battle with muzan??

Thankiee💗💗

Shattered Heart

(Giyu Tomioka x Demon slayer! Reader Angst)

The Infinity Castle was a battlefield of madness and chaos. The air was thick with smoke, the smell of blood and the distant sound of battle filling every corner. You could barely breathe without tasting the acrid scent of demons in the air. Your body ached from the hours of fighting, muscles strained from the relentless assault. The Hashira had gathered in the castle, desperate to take down Muzan and his army. You had fought alongside them for what felt like days, your mind growing numb to the sounds of clashing swords and the cries of fallen comrades.

Despite the overwhelming force of demons, you had stayed by Giyu’s side, fighting as a unit. You were both known for your quiet, determined demeanor, but together, you were unstoppable. The bond you shared was unspoken, but it was stronger than any weapon in your arsenal. Giyu had always been calm and calculated, never losing his composure. But today, you could feel the unease in his gaze, the way his eyes kept flicking to you as if making sure you were safe.

It wasn’t enough. None of it was.

You had faced countless demons together, but nothing had prepared you for the presence of Muzan Kibutsuji. His form loomed before you like a dark god, the source of all evil in this world, and even the combined strength of the Hashira seemed to falter in the face of his overwhelming power.

Every move you made felt like it was not enough. Muzan was too fast, too strong. His presence was suffocating, a never-ending barrage of attacks that you couldn’t keep up with. But you kept fighting, kept moving, because there was no other option. Giyu was with you, and you would not leave him to face this alone.

The final confrontation was a blur of red and black. Your body was worn, your quiver of energy nearly empty, but you kept going. Giyu was still beside you, his usual stoic face twisted in concentration, but there was something there—something you’d never seen before. Fear. Fear for you.

Then, everything changed.

In one swift motion, Muzan lunged, aiming for Giyu. His hand swung down with devastating force, and before you could even process what was happening, you were already moving.

The strike meant for Giyu collided with you instead.

Pain ripped through your chest as your body was thrown backward by the sheer force of the blow. You felt the sickening crack of ribs, the sharp agony of broken bones, and then the explosion of heat and blood in your lungs as you gasped for air.

You crumpled to the ground, unable to move, every breath a battle.

“[Y/N]!” Giyu’s voice cracked, desperation flooding his tone. His usually composed exterior shattered as he rushed to your side, dropping to his knees next to you. His hands hovered over you, trembling with panic. The blood staining your clothes didn’t matter to him—only you did.

You coughed, blood spilling from your lips as your vision blurred, fading in and out. The world spun around you, and despite your best efforts, you couldn’t push yourself up. It was too much. You could feel your body failing.

Giyu’s eyes were wide, the calm and stoic man you knew lost in the panic and helplessness that flooded through him. His hand cupped your face gently, but his touch was shaky, full of fear.

“No, no, please—stay with me,” he whispered, his voice breaking. His usually controlled, cold demeanor was shattered completely, his heart laid bare in the desperation behind his words.

But even as his hands gripped your shoulders, his voice desperate in its pleading, you could feel it—the tug of something dark, the pull of the blackness that was swallowing you whole.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” you managed to whisper, your voice barely audible. The blood was thick in your mouth, and your chest felt too tight. Each breath became harder and harder to take. “I—didn’t mean… to leave you.”

The words were faint, and as you spoke, you saw the flash of fear in Giyu’s eyes. He was already shaking his head, desperately trying to speak, but nothing came. His lips trembled, his eyes locked onto yours, trying to convey everything he couldn’t put into words.

“Please don’t go… please, I can’t lose you. Not now… not after everything.”

But the darkness was closing in.

You could barely see him through the haze of pain, and the sounds of the battle around you began to fade into nothing. You could only hear Giyu’s voice, distant and faint as your heart beat slower and slower. You wanted to tell him you loved him, wanted to say more than just those final words. But the strength had left your body.

“I love you,” you whispered, the words a breath of air. It was the last thing you managed to say, and then the world went completely dark.

---

The fight carried on, the final battle with Muzan becoming a blur of rage and anguish. The others had succeeded, the demon king finally vanquished. But Giyu’s world had stopped.

He remained by your side for hours, his body frozen, as though time itself had no meaning anymore. He didn’t fight. He didn’t move. The others had long since retreated, but he stayed. He couldn’t leave you. Not when you were gone.

His eyes were empty. He was broken.

When they came for him, when they finally reached him, his words were empty. His eyes were unfocused. His heart was shattered.

He couldn’t look at the world the same way. You had been everything to him—the one person who understood him, who accepted him. You had fought beside him, and now you were gone.

The world around him felt like a distant memory. It had all been a dream, and he had been left alone.

---

Giyu didn’t know how to move on. He had always been quiet, reserved, but now that silence was deafening. Every battle felt empty. Every victory, hollow. He could still hear the sound of your voice, the last words you spoke to him ringing through his mind.

“I love you.”

But you were gone, and he would never hear those words again...

[strangerdangerpookies]

Hello my friend; I just came across your account so I wanted to say that I love your stories and everything! I also wanted to know if you are doing any stories requests or anything?✨💞🧋🦄✨

Thank you!!! And I'm taking requests!!

[strangerdangerpookies]

I keep asking everyone but they never do 😭 i think it would be really nice something about Giyuu with an artsy s/o like she s a demon slayer too but she paints and is very good at it you know what i mean ??

Brushstrokes of You

(Giyu Tomioka x Artist!Demon Slayer!Reader)

Thank you so much for the request I hope you enjoy!!

The evening sun spilled through the windows, casting a warm golden hue across the room.

You were sitting on the floor, legs folded beneath you, surrounded by scattered tubes of paint, a few crumpled sketches, and your half-finished canvas.

The image you were working on was vibrant: a field of red spider lilies swaying under a sky painted with deep blues and purples — a memory stitched together from all the quiet places you'd seen on missions, stitched together with colors no words could describe.

A thin smudge of blue streaked your cheek, unnoticed.

You were so lost in your art that you didn't hear the soft footsteps until a shadow fell across you.

You paused, glancing up from your work — and there he was.

Giyu stood in the doorway, silent, arms folded loosely over his chest, the faintest of soft smiles barely tugging at the corners of his mouth.

His hair was still a little damp from his earlier patrol, strands clinging to his forehead. His uniform jacket was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves pushed up to his forearms casually.

He looked tired — but calm.

At peace.

Your chest tightened at the sight.

"You should be resting," Giyu said after a moment, his voice deep and low, threading into the quiet like a velvet ribbon.

You smiled to yourself, returning your focus to your canvas. "Just a little longer. I want to finish this part."

He didn’t argue.

Giyu never pressured you.

Instead, he stepped further into the room, bare feet barely making a sound against the wood floor.

Without a word, he settled behind you, his knees brushing the backs of yours.

You felt his warmth first, then the steady, grounding touch of his hand finding your waist, fingers splayed lightly against the fabric of your clothes.

You froze for a second — not in fear, but in that fluttery, breath-catching way you always did when Giyu touched you without hesitation.

Then you relaxed against him, the curve of your back leaning naturally into his chest.

Your brush moved slowly now, as if your heart and hands couldn’t quite keep up with how aware you were of him.

He stayed quiet, resting his chin lightly against your shoulder, watching.

"You always look different when you paint," he murmured suddenly, his breath warm against your ear.

"Different how?" you asked, voice soft.

Giyu thought about it for a moment. "Lighter. Like… you're somewhere else. Somewhere better."

The vulnerability in his words made you pause, blinking down at your half-finished painting.

You'd never thought about it like that.

But maybe he was right.

Maybe in the strokes of red and blue and gold, you carved out a place where things weren't so heavy. A world untouched by blood and loss.

You turned slightly, enough to see him in the corner of your eye.

Without thinking, you dipped your pinky finger into a small smear of blue paint and tapped it gently onto the tip of his nose.

Giyu blinked, clearly startled, his face blanking for a second in that way only he could.

You giggled, feeling the tightness in your chest lift. "There. Now you're part of the painting too."

For a long beat, he just looked at you — and the air between you changed.

Thickened.

Slowly, Giyu lifted one hand and cupped your jaw carefully, like he was worried you might shatter if he touched you too hard.

"You make everything beautiful," he said lowly, voice so soft you almost thought you imagined it.

Your breath caught.

And before you could say anything — he leaned in and kissed you.

A featherlight press of lips, filled with an aching tenderness that made your heart ache.

You melted into it, fingers curling loosely in the fabric of his haori.

When he pulled away, just barely, his forehead pressed against yours, noses brushing, you whispered, "I love you, Giyu."

"I know," he breathed. "I love you too."

And it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

---

Later that night…

The moon had risen by the time you finally put away your paints.

Giyu had stayed by your side the whole time, even when you gently shooed him toward the futon, telling him you'd be there soon.

When you finally slid under the covers beside him, Giyu immediately wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close until your head rested against his chest.

The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was soothing, a lullaby of its own.

You lay like that for a while, your fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on his chest.

Then — when he thought you were dozing off — he shifted slightly, just enough to tilt your chin up with two fingers and kiss you again.

This time deeper. Slower.

Less careful.

You whimpered softly into the kiss, feeling yourself melt into him, heart fluttering wildly.

Giyu's hand slid from your waist to your hip, thumb brushing slow, lazy circles against your skin, grounding you to him.

"Stay with me," he whispered against your lips, voice barely a breath.

"I'm not going anywhere," you murmured back, nuzzling against him.

His arms tightened around you, pressing your bodies flush together, like he could fuse you to him just by holding tight enough.

The two of you eventually drifted off like that — tangled up in each other, hearts beating in perfect, quiet rhythm.

And as Giyu drifted into sleep, he thought,

Maybe this is what peace feels like.

Not in a painting.

Not in a dream.

But here — in you.

[strangerdangerpookies]

Weightlessness- Giyu Tomioka x insecure reader

Warnings: Fluff, flirty Giyu, insecure about weight reader

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You were mid-scroll on your phone, curled up on the couch, lost in your own head. A part of you wasn’t really focusing on anything—just doom-scrolling and trying to shake off that nagging little voice. The one that whispered doubts into your ear: “You’re too heavy. He probably gets tired of holding you. Maybe he just doesn’t say it.”

That voice had been louder lately, and even though Giyu wasn’t the most talkative guy in the world, he always noticed when you got quiet. It wasn’t the normal peaceful kind of quiet. It was heavy. Uncomfortable. Like you were trying to shrink into yourself.

So when he silently walked in, eyeing you with that unreadable expression, you weren’t expecting much. Maybe a soft pat on the head. Maybe a quiet sit beside you.

What you weren’t expecting was to suddenly be lifted clean off the couch, your phone slipping from your hands with a gasp.

“Giyu!” you squealed, grabbing for his shoulders as your legs instinctively locked around his waist.

His hands were firm on your thighs, keeping you stable, but he spun just a little—enough to make you dizzy and flustered all at once.

“You’ve been thinking too hard,” he said calmly, the corners of his lips tugging up ever so slightly. “So I decided to change that.”

You blinked, face flushed. “By kidnapping me?!”

“You can’t kidnap someone who already lives here,” he said flatly.

“…You’re so annoying,” you muttered, hiding your face in his shoulder.

“You’re blushing.”

“I know I’m blushing, Giyu!”

He adjusted you slightly, letting your weight rest more comfortably in his arms. And you felt it—how steady he was. How effortless he made it seem. But still… you hesitated.

“…Are you sure I’m not too heavy?” you asked, voice quiet, fingers twisting into his shirt.

There was a pause.

And then he bounced you slightly in his arms. Bounced you.

“I'm sure.” he said plainly.

You smacked his arm with a huff. “Stop throwing me around like a plush toy!”

“I could,” he said thoughtfully. “But you make funny sounds when I do.”

You gasped. “That’s rude.”

“You squeaked earlier.”

“I did not squeak!”

“You did.” Another bounce. “Kind of like a squeal mixed with a hiccup.”

“Oh my god, I hate you.”

“You don’t.” His face was annoyingly smug for someone who barely ever showed emotion. “If I let you go right now, you’d hold on tighter.”

You wanted to deny it, but your legs tightened around his waist without thinking, proving his point.

“…Fine. Shut up,” you grumbled.

“Still blushing.”

You buried your face deeper into his shoulder. “Shut up.”

After a moment, he slowed, walking you both over to the couch before dropping down with you still in his lap. His arms never left your waist. In fact, they just tugged you closer, holding you like you were his entire world.

“You’re not too much,” he said, this time softer. No teasing. “You’re never too much. Not for me.”

You looked up, your heart catching in your throat. And of course—he chose that exact moment to smirk a little again.

“But I will keep throwing you around. You’re fun to toss.”

“You are the worst.”

He leaned in, brushing your lips with his. “You love it.”

You did. You really, really did.

You sat in his lap, arms loosely around his neck, still flustered as hell. Your heart was beating fast and not just from being manhandled like a rag doll. Giyu’s rare smugness had you all sorts of thrown off.

“You know,” he said lowly, tilting his head as he ran his fingers along your waist, “for someone who thinks they’re ‘too heavy,’ you sure cling to me like you’re weightless.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I cling because you keep picking me up like a maniac. I have to hang on or I’ll die.”

He raised an eyebrow, fingers sliding a little lower on your back. “Oh? So if I did it again… you'd hang on just as tight?”

You gave him a look. “Don’t you dare.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips against your cheek, lingering far too long for it to be innocent. “You like it when I do, though.”

Your face burned. “No, I don’t.”

He hummed, hands slowly slipping beneath the hem of your shirt just enough to make you twitch. “You make that cute noise every time I do.”

“Giyu.”

“Like a little squeaky toy.”

“Oh my god, I hate you.”

“You don’t,” he said again, smug as ever. “You love it when I’m like this.”

He let one hand trail up your side, fingers brushing lightly over your ribs. “You act so flustered… but you’re not moving away.”

“…I hate that you’re hot when you’re cocky.”

“I know,” he said without skipping a beat. That little half-smile curled on his lips again—the kind that made your knees weak. “So tell me, what are you going to do about it?”

Your breath caught when he pulled you a little closer, lips ghosting over your ear now. “Because I could keep teasing you like this all night.”

Your grip on his shoulders tightened.

“I mean…” he murmured, voice dipped dangerously low, “unless you’ve got a better idea?”

Your cheeks were blazing now, heat crawling down your neck. “I swear, if you don’t stop talking like that—”

“You’ll what?” His tone was playful now, teasing.

You narrowed your eyes, though your face was still tomato-red. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”

He grinned against your skin, a rare, real smile. “I get that a lot.”

You smacked his chest with a laugh, and he just caught your hand, lacing his fingers with yours as if it were nothing.

Yeah… cocky Giyu might just be your weakness...

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Quiet Moments

Pairing: Giyu Tomioka x Reader

Setting: Modern AU – Continuation from “Nap Time Negotiations”

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Eventually, the crying quieted. Giyu swayed gently in the rocking chair, your daughter curled up on his chest, her tiny fingers clinging to the fabric of his shirt like it was her lifeline. Her soft breaths tickled his neck as she finally, mercifully, slipped back into sleep.

You stood nearby, arms crossed with a smile tugging at your lips as you watched the two most important people in your life melt into one another.

“Didn’t even make it five minutes,” you whispered, crouching down beside him. “She must know she has you wrapped around her little finger.”

Giyu gave you that soft look—half amusement, half awe—as he glanced down at the sleeping bundle against him. “She’s not the only one.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said smoothly, but the subtle curve of his lips betrayed him.

You narrowed your eyes playfully. “Giyu Tomioka… was that flirting?”

He shrugged, shifting slightly so he could pat the space on the couch beside him with his free hand. “Come here.”

You didn’t hesitate. Carefully, you curled up against his side, mindful of the warm, squishy baby now snoozing like a little starfish on his chest. Your head fit perfectly into the crook of his neck, and his arm wrapped snugly around your waist.

The room was quiet again, save for the low hum of the white noise machine and your daughter’s sleepy little sighs.

“This is nice,” you murmured, eyes fluttering closed.

Giyu hummed in agreement. “You smell like baby powder.”

You chuckled. “Gee, thanks.”

“No—” he nuzzled his nose against your temple, voice lower now, softer, “—I mean it’s warm. Familiar. I like it.”

Your cheeks warmed. You tilted your head up to look at him, only to find him already watching you with that unreadable but unmistakably fond expression.

“You’re getting sappy.”

“You love it.”

You grinned. “Yeah, I do.”

He leaned down and kissed you—just a gentle press of lips, slow and lingering. One of those quiet kisses that didn’t need anything else. When he pulled back, his eyes flicked down briefly to your lips before settling on yours again.

“If she stays asleep,” he murmured, “maybe we finish what we started earlier.”

You snorted softly. “That’s wishful thinking.”

“She’s asleep now,” he pointed out, almost smug.

“You’re literally her bed.”

“Exactly. I’m not moving.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately and leaned into him, placing your hand over the one he had resting on your waist. His thumb brushed slow circles against your side.

“…You still owe me a kiss from earlier,” he added under his breath, eyes closed.

You smiled. “You’ll get your kiss.”

“Promise?”

You lifted your head just enough to plant a kiss right on the corner of his mouth. “Promise.”

He caught your gaze again, clearly pleased, and you melted just a little bit more.

And as the minutes passed in content silence, with your baby curled safely between you and his heart beating steady beneath your ear, you thought—

Yeah. This is everything.

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Nap Time Negotiations

Pairing: Giyu Tomioka x Reader

Timeline/Setting: Modern AU – Married with a 7-month-old baby

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The late afternoon sun streamed softly through the living room curtains, casting golden stripes across the hardwood floor. The apartment, for once, was blissfully quiet. No baby babble. No fussing. No teething wails.

You gently closed the door to the nursery, holding your breath like a final prayer. The crib mattress had finally accepted your seven-month-old daughter’s tiny, warm body. Her breathing had evened out, lashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks. Success.

You tiptoed back down the hallway, exhaling slowly as you rubbed your shoulder from the hours of swaying, bouncing, and lullaby-humming. Giyu stood at the end of the hallway leaning against the doorframe, dressed in soft black sweatpants and a plain gray tee, hair loosely tied back.

“She asleep?” he asked, voice hushed and low.

“She better be,” you said, pressing your index finger to your lips. “I just aged five years trying to get her to nap.”

Giyu chuckled—quietly, of course—and reached for you as you approached. His hand slid around your waist, fingers splayed and familiar, guiding you gently into him.

“Good,” he murmured, tilting his head to brush his lips against yours, “because I’ve been waiting all day.”

Before you could respond, his mouth was on yours—warm, slow, and just a little needy. The kind of kiss that reminded you you weren’t just a mom, but his partner. His love. His wife.

You melted into him, sighing softly as your hands curled into his shirt. His grip tightened on your waist as he nudged you backward, walking you gently into the bedroom until the back of your knees hit the bed. He didn’t push—he didn’t need to. The heat of his lips against yours, the subtle growl in his throat when your nails scraped lightly up the back of his neck… it was more than enough.

You pulled him down with you as you laid back, your legs curling instinctively around his waist. He smiled against your lips, his hand slipping beneath your shirt to trace the soft skin just above your hip. Goosebumps followed in his wake.

“I missed you today,” he murmured, brushing kisses along your jaw. “You’ve been a little preoccupied.”

“You mean keeping your child alive?” you teased breathlessly.

“Our child,” he corrected, dipping his head to your throat, where he kissed a sensitive spot that made you squirm. “But I’d still like some time with you too.”

You laughed softly until he nipped gently at your neck, dragging another sound from you entirely. His body pressed flush against yours, his hand cradling your thigh while his other kept you anchored close.

The kiss deepened—slower but more intense. You sighed into his mouth, letting your body respond, your hands trailing along the lines of his back. The kind of moment you hadn’t had in weeks. The kind that made your heart ache with love and your body ache with longing.

Just as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of your sleep shorts—

“WAAAAHHHH!!”

The shrill cry from the monitor sliced through the tension like a knife. You both groaned in perfect sync.

Giyu dropped his forehead to your collarbone. “She has a sixth sense.”

“She really does,” you whispered with a weak laugh. “Sorry.”

He lifted his head just enough to kiss your lips once more, slow and sweet, despite the infant siren call blaring in the background.

“Don’t apologize,” he said softly. “You’re doing everything, and you’re still so beautiful it makes me insane.”

You blinked, flushed.

Then, with a final kiss to your cheek, he pushed up off the bed. “I’ll get her.”

“Wait,” you said, grabbing his wrist. “Let me go with you.”

He smiled, eyes full of something that almost made your breath catch—like love was a tangible thing in that moment.

“Okay,” he murmured.

Together, you padded back down the hallway, your fingers brushing together between your bodies. The monitor still buzzed as your daughter cried, demanding attention.

But even through the exhaustion and interruptions, Giyu’s hand found yours and gave it a gentle squeeze.

You weren’t alone.

And when the next nap time came around… you’d try again.

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I beg you guys, if you have any specific scenario you want me to write about tell me who and what you want it to be about and I will do it as fast as I can!!! 🙏

[strangerdangerpookies]

hello 👋 may i please request a fic about giyu and pregnant reader going out and everyone is doting on her now that she is showing. her little bump makes giyu proud and happy too 🥹 thank you i really enjoyed your last piece.

---The Bump

Pairing: Giyu Tomioka x Pregnant!Reader

Setting: Demon Slayer Universe (canon era)

Genre: Fluff, Comfort

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warnings: Softness, mentions of pregnancy, a bit of teasing, lots of love

Author's note: thank you for submitting a request 🙏😖

I love making people happy 😁

Summary:

Your bump is finally starting to show, and during a walk through the village, the sudden doting attention from everyone catches you off guard. Giyu doesn't mind, though. In fact, he might be even more in love with you—and the little life you’re carrying—than he realizes.

> "You keep staring," you teased, nudging him lightly.

His gaze didn’t shift. “I still can’t believe it,” he murmured. “That you’re real. That this… we… is real.”

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The village was lively that morning, the streets humming with the sounds of merchants and children laughing in the distance. Spring had painted everything in soft colors—pink petals fluttering in the breeze, sunlight dappling through budding trees.

You walked beside Giyu, your hand nestled in his while your other cradled the gentle curve of your growing belly. You weren’t that far along, but the bump had finally started to show. Enough that people had started to notice—and dote.

"You're glowing, dear! Here, take this—on the house!" a sweet old vendor cooed, holding out a neatly wrapped package of dried fruit.

You blinked in surprise. "Oh, I couldn't possibly—"

But Giyu, standing just behind you, accepted it with a rare softness in his eyes. “Thank you,” he said simply, placing the package in your bag.

The moment the woman turned away, your eyes darted up to him. “You didn’t have to take it—”

“I did,” he said, and there was a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “She meant well.”

As you walked further through the village, it only continued. One woman insisted you sit and rest for just a minute. A tailor offered to loosen the sash around your kimono, murmuring about how important comfort was for a growing baby. Even a group of small children paused to stare at your stomach, eyes wide in curiosity before running off giggling.

You blushed after the fifth person had offered you something.

“Okay, this is getting a little embarrassing,” you whispered under your breath.

But Giyu just gave your hand a squeeze and leaned closer. “I like it.”

You tilted your head at him. “You like me being fussed over?”

He didn’t answer right away, eyes scanning the road ahead. But his grip on your hand didn’t loosen.

“I like that they see you,” he said quietly, voice low and steady. “That they know how special you are. That you’re carrying our child.”

Your heart thudded at the way he said our child—with that subtle reverence only Giyu could manage without raising his voice.

You slowed to a stop in front of a vendor selling hand-carved wooden trinkets. Giyu paused with you, noticing how your eyes lingered on a small fox figurine. It reminded you of something you couldn’t quite place—maybe a story from your childhood. Maybe a hope for your own child’s.

Giyu bought it before you could protest.

“Giyu,” you whispered, touched. “You’re going to spoil them before they’re even born.”

“They deserve it,” he said without hesitation.

He glanced down then—down at the small swell of your belly that your hands kept brushing against protectively. And something flickered in his eyes. Not just happiness, but pride. A quiet, aching kind of pride that burned low in his chest like a steady flame.

You caught the way he looked at your bump—how he lingered there for just a second longer than necessary—and you smiled softly.

“You keep staring,” you teased, nudging him lightly.

His gaze didn’t shift. “I still can’t believe it,” he murmured. “That you’re real. That this… we… is real.”

You reached up and brushed a strand of dark hair from his face. “I’m here. And so are you. And soon…” You glanced down. “They will be too.”

For a moment, the world was quiet. Just the sound of wind and Giyu’s thumb brushing small, soothing circles over the back of your hand.

And then he surprised you.

He let go of your hand, stepped in front of you, and crouched just slightly—his calloused hand gently resting against your bump. He didn’t say anything, just closed his eyes, resting his forehead against your stomach for a quiet moment of reverence.

When he stood again, his expression was unreadable—but his eyes? They shimmered.

“I’m happy,” he said.

It was simple. Quiet. But you knew it was the deepest truth he could give.

And you were, too.

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Wats your favorite anime? And why?

Ohh, That's a hard one. honestly probably demon Slayer, because all of the characters are also complex. And You can tell they put a lot of effort into every character, it's an anime that doesn't feel rushed but it also doesn't feel like they're taking too long to put information out there. I hope that makes sense 😖

[strangerdangerpookies]

Late night scroll (modern AU)

Giyu x Reader Dating

Summery: giyu gets jealous

P:S: there is a dirty version if you want a dirty version

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The room was dark except for the soft glow from your phone screen. You lay on your side, scrolling lazily through videos and messages, the soft hum of distant laughter from Mitsuri’s latest texts keeping you entertained.

Behind you, Giyu’s warmth pressed along your back, his arm wrapped snugly around your waist. His hand, however, refused to stay still.

At first, it just rested there, but slowly—gently—it started moving. His fingers slid under the oversized T-shirt you wore (his shirt, really), trailing over your stomach, down the dip of your waist, and then lower—gliding along your thigh. Then back up again.

You didn’t react much at first. Too focused on the screen.

Big mistake.

“Who are you talking to?” His voice was soft, but there was a weight to it—low and velvety, the kind that curled into your ears and made your stomach flutter.

“Mitsuri,” you answered without thinking. “She just sent me a video of a baby goat in pajamas. I’m emotionally invested now.”

His hand stilled for a moment, then resumed, slower this time. Firmer. His fingertips grazed your hip like they owned it.

“You haven’t looked at me in twenty minutes,” he said.

You blinked, glancing down at his hand. “Giyu?”

“I’m jealous,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over the curve of your neck. “Of a phone. Or a goat. Or anything that gets more of your attention than me when I’m this close.”

That voice. That low, jealous, deeply possessive voice you could never resist—it turned your blood molten.

With a slow breath, you locked your phone and turned over to face him. His hair was a bit messy, his eyes shadowed but glowing in the dark as they studied you.

“You’re always enough,” you whispered.

He leaned in, brushing a kiss beneath your jaw. “Then prove it.”

Your heart thudded. “Possessive much?”

“You like it.”

And gods, you did.

You didn’t fight it. Not when he moved over you, not when his hand explored every curve like he was trying to memorize you all over again. Not when he kissed you—deep, slow, and full of heat you hadn’t realized was building until your breath caught.

One of your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and he responded with a low growl, gripping your thigh and pressing himself closer.

“Don’t make me compete with your phone again,” he murmured into your mouth, voice rough and low.

You smiled against his lips, heart pounding.

“Okay,” you breathed. “But tomorrow… you’re watching that baby goat with me.”

He smirked, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Deal.”

If it meant having your full attention again, he’d watch a hundred goat videos with you.

[strangerdangerpookies]

A New Beginning

Giyu Tomioka x pregnant reader

Reader tells Giyu she's pregnant

P:S: This is my first post please be nice to me! 😀

Warning's: there is none it's all fluff

Title: "A New Beginning"

The sun had just begun its slow descent behind the mountains, bathing the sky in soft hues of peach and lavender. The wind carried the scent of springtime blossoms through the open window, stirring the thin curtains like ghosts drifting in and out of their home.

Giyu Tomioka sat quietly on the engawa, his back straight, his haori draped loosely over his shoulders. His sword rested beside him as it always did, never far from reach. He was still in his uniform from patrol, though his gloves were off, and his fingers absently toyed with the fabric of his sleeve as he stared out into the trees beyond their backyard.

He was calm. But not peaceful.

He was never truly at peace. Not since all the losses.

But Y/N had brought him something close to it.

The sound of her footsteps was soft, familiar. When she stepped onto the wooden porch, his eyes flicked toward her. She carried two cups of tea, both still steaming.

"You didn't change yet," she said gently, offering him a cup.

He accepted it with a soft, “Thank you,” his fingertips brushing hers briefly.

Y/N sat beside him, close but not touching. It had taken time to earn his closeness—his trust. He wasn’t the kind of man to say much, but when he loved, he did it deeply and without reservation.

Tonight, though, there was a tightness in her chest, one she hadn’t been able to shake since the morning.

“I was thinking,” she began, letting her voice float gently into the quiet. “We should plant something new in the garden.”

Giyu nodded, sipping his tea. “Maybe lilies. You like those.”

Her heart warmed at that. He remembered. He always remembered the small things, even if he rarely said them aloud.

But this time, it wasn’t lilies she was thinking of. Not really.

She turned to look at him. He looked back at her, brows slightly furrowed. He could tell something was different.

“There’s something I have to tell you,” she said softly, placing her cup down.

Giyu set his tea aside as well. “What is it?”

Y/N’s hands fidgeted in her lap. Her lips parted once, twice, before she could get the words out.

“I’m… I’m pregnant.”

Time seemed to stop.

Giyu’s expression didn’t change immediately. He stared at her, eyes locked onto hers like he was searching for some deeper truth beneath her calm exterior. His hands stilled completely. His breath caught in his throat.

“I found out this morning,” she continued, voice barely above a whisper. “I wanted to wait until I was sure. I took a second test. It’s real, Giyu.”

A long silence followed. The wind stirred the trees again, rustling the leaves like nature was trying to fill the space between their words.

Then, at last, Giyu breathed out. “A child…” he murmured. His voice was low, quiet as falling snow. “We’re… having a child.”

Y/N nodded. “Yes.”

He looked down at her stomach. There was nothing to see yet—no visible change—but suddenly, it was all he could think about. A small life. A part of him. A part of her. Growing inside the person he loved most.

The fear hit him almost instantly. He thought of the demons, of the battles, of how close he had come to death more times than he could count. Of the people he’d lost—Sabito, Tusketo, his parents, so many others.

What kind of world would his child be born into?

But then, she reached for his hand.

His fingers twitched but didn’t pull away. Instead, he laced them with hers.

“It’s okay to be scared,” she said gently, her eyes glimmering with unshed tears. “I am too. But I know you, Giyu. I know you’ll be a good father.”

“I…” His voice cracked slightly, but he cleared his throat. “I don’t know how to be a father.”

“You’ll learn. We’ll learn together.”

He looked at her for a long moment, then pulled her into his arms.

His embrace was warm and protective, and though he said nothing for a time, she could feel the way he trembled—just slightly—as he held her.

Finally, he whispered, “Thank you… for telling me. For trusting me with this. I promise… I’ll protect both of you. No matter what.”

And in that moment, with his hand resting gently against her stomach and the setting sun painting the sky in gold, Y/N knew he meant every word.

Their journey was just beginning.

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Requests are always open!

Please request, I probably won't post much if there isn't any!

[strangerdangerpookies]

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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The Sun Shines For You and The Moon Does, Too

Pairing: Giyuu Tomioka x Reader

Synopsis: I’m obsessed with sun and moon symbolism

A/N: I ALREADY HAD TO CUT THIS BECAUSE THE ORIGINAL VERSION WAS OVER 9 PAGES LONG AND IT WASN’T EVEN CLOSE TO THE ENDING DJABZKA. I’ll be posting the other part (/prologue) on another day. Also, yes, this is overly cheesy I also don’t know how I did that but it happened.

Word Count: 3,675 

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