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sunstaar · 1 year

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Baby Blues

Giyū Tomioka x afab!Reader

Word Count: 1,2k

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Warning: mentions of pregnancy

Summary: You are pregnant and yet to tell your husband.

Your husband Tomioka Giyū had always been a stoic and reserved individual, a man who wore his heart on his sleeve but never dared to show it to anyone, anyone but you, that is. Behind his gorgeous blue eyes lay more sorrow than you could understand on some days, self-doubts you were always there to reassure him of were not true and a heart deserving of more love than he could ever imagine.

It was only natural that you did not want to cause your husband any more worry. You loved him dearly, after all, and only wanted what you thought was best for Giyū. With the two of you having gotten married some time ago, you thought that your husband had enough to worry about as is, but with a child on the way, his stress would only increase.

Right, a child. You had almost forgotten already. The reason why your own worries were gnawing at your nerves in the first place, tugging at your heartstrings as you mulled over the many different ways your situation could turn out.

You were pregnant and had yet to tell your husband.

In the romance novels you have read during your serene time alone, the part where the wife informed her husband of her pregnancy always seemed to happen so smoothly. The women in the novels always knew what to say, never stumbled over their words or emotions as they delivered the news. What followed were bellows of joy, many kisses and a celebration of the new life beginning, a new future starting.

When the characters written on the pages did it, it seemed so easy. But you weren’t a character on said pages, you were a woman living during times when your life could be cut short so quickly. There was no author writing your perfect little romance and happy ending, you had to fight for your own happy ending, for your own survival. Your fate was not planned out bit by bit, it was yet to be decided, and that scared you deeply.

How would Giyū react to the news?

You liked to think that you knew your husband very well, you wouldn’t have gotten married to him if you didn’t. The foundation to a healthy and successful marriage was trust, knowledge, and above all: love (or so you had been taught). And you also knew that your husband loved you very much, there was no doubt there that he did.

Giyū was not a man to proclaim his love in over-the-top ways by screaming it out to the world, by letting it be known by anyone and everyone. His love was quiet and reserved, just like he was. His kisses were gentle and soft, but filled with so much emotion as he pulled your body flush to his, heat rising to his pale cheeks.

You loved him as much as he loved you, and the other way around. And yet, you couldn’t predict his reaction. Would he be excited? Joyful? Or scared and fester his doubts in quiet, not daring to share them with you unless you begged him to do so, your own worries about him consuming you?

No matter how many sleepless nights you spent thinking about the possible outcomes, feeling his warm body pressed to yours, his strong arms pulling you close and holding onto you tightly, you still didn’t know which outcome was the most probable.

For the first time ever since the two of you got married, you felt like you didn’t know your husband. In your decision-making, you felt so … alone. You had been so used to making decisions alongside your dear husband, consulting him the same way he consulted you, that making such a tough decision was anything but easy for you.

And it didn’t help either that the front door swung open as you were sitting on the ebony rocking chair in the living room, too deep into your doubts and mindlessly pulling at the strings of the ruby-red scarf you wanted to fix. In the doorway stood Giyū, looking battered from his latest mission, as he took off his shoes and outside gear before greeting you.

As soon as he got a good look at you, however, he stopped completely. You seemed nervous and fidgety, not anything like the woman he had married. Around your fingers, the red thread wandered and Giyū watched with curiosity in his gaze as you pulled at the already ripped scarf more and more, pulling it apart at the seams.

Your behaviour was unlike you, Giyū thought, noting how you didn’t even greet him back, as you always did. One look at you was enough to determine that something was wrong.

“Did something happen, darling?”

Your head snapped up to look at him, obviously startled by his question. “Giyū- I-” You breathed in, doing your best at calming your racing heart. “No, no, everything is fine. I’m fine.”

His brows knit into a furrow. He stepped closer to you, his blue eyes raking over your body to check for any injuries. “Are you sure that everything is okay?”

He clearly knew you too well, because when you shook your head, Giyū did not show signs of surprise.

You couldn’t keep this a secret any longer, it wasn’t fair to you or Giyū. Worry shone in his eyes as he looked at you, the thing you so desperately tried to keep away from him.

So, you took a deep breath and said, “There’s something I have to tell you,” You could see his concern for you grow and his posture tense up, the man before you suck in a breath. His heart rate quickened as he anticipated your answer, a million possibilities running through his mind. With your voice barely above a whisper, you continued, “I’m pregnant.”

Your husband had always been a man of few words, but as he stood opposite you completely speechless, your worries only increased.

“Giyū?” Your voice came out as a cry, tears welling up in your eyes. Abruptly, you stood up from the chair, allowing the scarf to drop to your feet. “Say something, please!”

Giyū was stunned, his mouth hanging slightly open, but no words coming out. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and for a short moment, he doubted that he had understood you correctly. Joy, excitement, fear and uncertainty flooded through him, he felt overwhelmed by the news, his brain circuiting as he processed what you just told him.

You’re pregnant. He’s going to be a father.

Tears welled in his eyes as he whispered, “Are you sure?”

You nodded, feeling tongue-tied. “Shinobu-san was kind enough to confirm it for me.”

He walked over to you and took you into his arms, carefully holding your body flush to his. “That’s wonderful, darling.”

A choked sob escaped your lips, your pent-up emotions releasing. All that worrying you had done had been for nothing. “Really?”

“Really.”

You took his face into your hands, softly cradling it. Your thumb moved across his cheek, caressing the skin and wiping the tears away that fell from his beautiful blue eyes. “Oh, Giyū …” Another sob wracked through you. “I love you so much.”

Giyū smiled at you. “I love you too, my darling,” His hand rested on your hips, holding you close. “And no matter what, I’m always going to be here for you, you hear me?”Neither of you could wait to start your new chapter as a family together.

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system-to-the-madness · 1 month

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Cherry Blossom Naps 🌸 Tomioka Giyū x Reader

Pairing: Tomioka Giyū x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 1 626 Summary: after a a night of fighting demons, you and Tomioka find shelter

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Freezing cold rain dripped into your face, feeling like a thousand needles pricking your skin and blurring your vision. Your clothes were drenched, not just from the cold spring rain, but also sweat from the battle you had fought in the night. Now, through thick covers of rain heavy clouds, the sky began brightening, announcing the sunrise to not be long away.

"Over here!"

Your companion's voice carried over the drumming rain, and lifting your gaze, you found Tomioka heading straight to what looked like an abandoned shed. Well, less a shed than a roof held up by four wooden beams, but considering it was only raining and not storming, it should be enough for now. A sigh of relief brushed past your lips at the prospect of shelter, and quickly you hurried after the fellow demon slayer.

By the time you stepped underneath the roof, he had already thrown off his haori and crouched down beside an old fireplace in the middle of the area.

"The wood's dry," he mumbled, his voice filled with silent surprise. Indeed, the shelter seemed in surprisingly good shape. The roof wasn’t leaking and a stack of wood close to the fireplace seemed old but completely untouched by the weather.

Walking past the fireplace, you glanced out from underneath the roof at the other side. Before you opened a small garden, a stretch of grass, sprinkled with blooming cherry trees. Their blossoms seemed to glow in the twilight of the approaching morning, the rain glittering on their leaves like stars.

"What's wrong?" Tomioka had noticed you freezing at the edge of the small room, and alarmed, he quickly came up behind you, his hand already on the handle of his katana.

"It's beautiful," you breathed, momentarily even forgetting how cold you were.

Tomioka only hummed in agreement before turning back around, slightly annoyed to have been disturbed by such an unimportant thing as trees.

"Let's get a fire going," he mumbled instead, leaving you standing. You watched the rain tear at the petals another few moments before you pulled away from the sight and helped Tomioka with the fire.

It didn’t take you long to get the fire to a good size, not so big as that it would eat up unnecessarily big amounts of wood, but still big enough to warm you up and dry your haoris, which you had hung up on long sticks by the fire.

You had sat down a while ago, a safe distance away from Tomioka, your eyes fixed on the cherry trees in the rain, while you let your mind wander. It had not been the first time that you had been sent out on a mission with him, but somehow it felt as if your relationship was shifting with each time you met. It would have been a lie to claim you were not curious about the quiet Demon Slayer… although curious might be a strange word to use. Interested in him? Maybe… attracted even?

You shook your head slightly, watching as the pouring rain turned into a slight drizzle. It was foolish to think about him this way. Not only because he was a demon slayer and he faced death in the form of sharp demon teeth and long claws each night. Tomioka was one of the most skilled demon slayers you knew. You didn’t doubt he would survive for a long time. It was more because, well, because he was Tomioka. You had never met anyone else who was as quiet and grumpy as him. Holding conversations with him was hard since he hardly talked more than one or two sentences in one go. But the few times when he had, your conversations had stretched several hours, making you admire the young man even more than before. While his quietness caused other demon slayers to make fun of him and even mock him, you had been lucky to have gotten more insight into his character by now, understanding that inside he was angry and sad at and about the world. You wished you could help him, make him feel better somehow, but unless he let you in, which he hardly ever did, there was only so much you could do. And if he didn’t want to let you in, how was there ever to be a relationship other than that of work colleagues between you?

A tickling at the side of your face alarmed you to the fact that someone – Tomioka – was staring at you. Resisting the urge to turn to him, you kept your eyes focused on the trees. The clouds were still not finished with the downpour, although they had reduced it to a fine spray of morning rain, and a soft breeze had picked up, breaking them apart so the first beams of light could flicker through. It bounced off the rain drops on the pink petals of the cherry blossoms, looking like a thousand crystals glimmering in the light. You smiled at the sight, continuing to ignore Tomioka’s insistent staring. If each night fighting gruesome demons could end in a peaceful scenery like the one before you now… you certainly wouldn’t complain.

The fire flickered a little, and at your side Tomioka moved to grab his haori before he added more wood to the fire, making it lick up higher into the air as you continued watching the garden. The spray of rain continued, but the ground seemed to warm up, as soft white fog began lifting off the grass blades. It wasn’t hard to imagine a wood god, or a tree spirit to walk through the thin fog now, their paws glimmering with raindrops but still leaving no traces in the grass.

You startled as suddenly something touched your shoulder. Irritated you looked up to find Tomioka had grabbed your sleeve softly between his thumb and index finger. When your eyes met his ocean blue ones, he gently tucked at the fabric, making you furrow your brows. It was careful motion, as he tucked again, no force put into it, rather an invitation. Following it, you scooted a little closer to him, and closer again, when he kept tucking, until you were sitting side by side with him, close enough for your legs to touch.

Wordlessly he wrapped his haori first over your shoulders, then over his, the fabric barely big enough for both of you to fit. It had already dried next to the fire and only when you had sat for a few minutes, uncertain what to make of that sudden display of intimacy, you realized how cold you had gotten from the rain, and how nice the haori warmed you. But what was even warmer than the Haori, was Tomioka by your side. He felt almost like a living furnace as he sat still, almost stiffly by your side. You wanted to look over to him, wanted to see his expression, but something stopped you. Instead, you looked out over the garden again, trying to commit the sight of the beautiful blooming trees to your memory.

You were not sure when it had happened, but you startled when you felt your head lull to the side. Had you dozed off? Taking a deep breath, you were trying to sit up straight again, when suddenly Tomioka reached his hand up, gently guiding your head to rest against his shoulder, where you almost would have rested it before waking up again.

“You need to rest,” he whispered, his voice sounding deep and soothing from where it rumbled in his chest. “Sleep a little.”

You let him pull your head against his shoulder, feeling the stubborn hair of his tickle your face, which refused to be bound back by his hairband. Reaching up you brushed it aside enough to not be disturbed by it anymore before closing your eyes again. You had always struggled falling asleep in the company of other slayers, but something about Tomioka made it almost too easy to doze off. Maybe because you trusted him. You had almost fallen asleep again when a sudden thought stirred you back awake.

“Tomioka?”

He hummed to signal you that he was listening.

“Why are you doing this?”

He was quiet for a moment, hesitating to answer as if he were scared to get reprimanded, but then he said: “Because I’m not good with words. And I don’t know how else to show I care about you.”

Not opening your eyes, you furrowed your brows. “Why would you care about me?”

“’cause I like you. I hope that’s okay.”

His words didn’t fully process in your sleepy mind. Or maybe they did, they just didn’t trigger the same excited reaction they would have triggered had you been fully awake.

“Hm,” you hummed in response, “I like you too.”

And before Giyū could sort his thoughts out to answer to that sudden confession, your breaths were evening out and you had fallen asleep.

Giyū carefully turned his head, stealing a glance at your face and tucked his haori in place over your shoulders before he carefully rested his cheek against your hair. So you liked him too, huh? It felt like this was the first good news in a long time. It also meant you’d have to talk about this in more detail as soon as both of you were awake enough to do so. Maybe he’d finally find a way to convey his feelings to you then, like he had wanted to do for so long already. Giyū suppressed a yawn, and smiled to himself, taking a last glance at the cherry blossoms in the garden before he too closed his eyes and fell asleep to the feeling of you safely resting on his shoulder.

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akiranzee · 9 days

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in mge, there's a species of ogre known as Bogey. they are drawn to sadness and usually they comfort the person experience it. their embrace is soft and warm, and its known to actually help the person that needs it. (look em up its rather neat.) with this in mind... i was thinking giyuu could use comfort from reader, who is one that senses a LOT from him.

💙 • ° ` — “DEAR OLD FRIEND”

-> PAIRINGS: Giyuu x gn!Merchant!Y/n -> SUMMARY: Two people. One who seeks comfort, and one who gives comfort. -> WORD COUNT: 2.6k+ -> CONTAINS: angsty giyuu, sprinkle of fluff at the end, platonic rs, u’re js friends, bestfriends trope!!, sabito mentioned, comfort, & giyuu is 21 while reader is 20. -> A/N: honestly, i was shocked when i searched up mge bogeys.. it asked me to choose filter on or filter off😭😭.

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The wisp of air that passed along with leaves, the light of the sun that filled in the empty dark alleys, and the breeze of cold seawater in this early morning.

It were all something Giyuu liked.

It were all something that atleast gave him some reason to still live, to still continue with this living torture, to still continue breathing amidst all the crisis and losses he had dealt with. Even now, he is still fighting against the very loss he hated most, he is still battling the guilt that flowed through him every, single, second.

Giyuu decided to jump down from the tree, and reveal himself to the pure nature around him. It had relieved him and freed him from all the stress, constantly and continuously strolling around the open park in his free time.

Although, he was here many times, more so, every day, he had seen an unfamiliar face today.

One that wore a smiley, happy-go-lucky expression, one that wore a long-sleeved haori with a white shirt inside, and long baggy pants. Needless to say, they were a foreign sight to him, but they looked as if like they were long close with the townspeople.

But Giyuu realized, that they weren’t just a random stranger, they were behind a stand, perhaps the one selling things that looked exquisite and eye-catchy enough that had caught the townspeople’s attention.

When the crowd slowly died out, Giyuu decided to approach you and see what were the things you were selling, only to see that your stand was freshly cleaned.

Awkwardness, he slowly retreated back, not wanting to catch your attention or bother you. But in all unfortunates, you had heard him, even the faintest sound he could ever produce.

“Ah! Mister! Are you here to buy my products?” Cheerly, you asked the man who looked at you like he’s seen a ghost.

“...” Slowly, he nodded, but you only chuckled, “okay! Make sure you’ll be here tomorrow once the sun rises, before I run out of stocks again!” You waved him goodbye then, as you shouldered your heavy bag on your back, and walked away.

Before Giyuu could even talk, you were already out of his sight. But he was wondering why, why did he feel a rush of excitement or a rush of impatience for tomorrow to come. It was just the same after all, wasn’t it? He’d have missions to accomplish, have demons to kill, and have another day to live on whilst carrying so many burdens on his shoulders.

He walked away too, feeling the cold breeze hit his face, as he slowly closed his eyes, wanting to feel relief and relaxed amongst them. But then again, he felt like something was missing. Even the things he liked, the refreshing wind, the illuminating sunlight, and the sea breeze are all in front and around him, he still felt as if he was not complete, nor enough yet.

~~~~~

June 14, XXXX.

Once again, the refreshing winds, the illuminating sunlight, and the sea breeze is present, but he still felt the same, feeling that something was missing.

He looked around, looking at his surroundings, as people do their own whatevers, a group of elderly gossiping in the background, merchants calling customers to their stalls, couples relaxing, families enjoying, and... children running around.

Perhaps it was a mere coincidence that he had remembered something, something that gave him quite the déjà vu. But he was sure the two children running around were like him and Sabito.

The relaxing and relieving feeling he once felt has now faded, soon replaced by a pang of hurt and grief.

Sabito was more than a friend to him, he was like a brother, or a guardian angel to Giyuu. Yet, knowing that Sabito had risked his life just to save him... is just utterly bitter for him. He now has to live with that guilt, bringing it along with him even in his deathbed.

Times like this, Giyuu had always asked if he was worth saving. The answer he’d always reply? No. He does not think he is worth saving, nor worth all the risk. He does not even know where to lead his life anymore, even. All he knows is that he must continue living on for the sake of the sacrifice of his one and only bestfriend.

The soft and gentle whisper of the winds, the good morning of the beautiful, shining sun rays, and the dazzling breeze of the seawater seemed to not comfort him anymore. He wants to let it all out, those tears, emotions, feelings, that he has been keeping hidden since, he wants it all gone.

The guilt was continuously welling up within him, the agony and grief as he remembered the brave sacrifice of his best friend again and again.

But, for whatever surprise that was, someone tapped on his shoulder, that just so happens to be you.

“Mister? Oh! It's you!” Enthusiasm laced your voice, as you greeted him joyfully with a smile of yours brighter than that of the sun.

“...” Giyuu only stared at you as he saw you bringing loads and loads of sacks, perhaps the things you’re selling today.

Giyuu stepped aside as he let you go to your designated spot, yet, for some reason, he had the urge to follow you.

“What were you thinking of, mister? — If you don’t mind me asking, ehe.” Sheepishly, you chuckled and smiled, as you placed down the sacks you dragged all the way here.

“...Thoughts.” He replied nonchalantly, but his inner mind has been deep in thoughts. Of course he wouldn’t tell you about Sabito.

“Haha, of course they are thoughts! But what kind of thoughts?” Tilting your head a little as you continued setting your stand for the day.

“...What are you selling?” Obviously, he changed the topic. But you paid it no mind, and answered his question, “oh! I sell these potions, ancient and historical scrolls, and these rope-like ornaments to bring good luck to you demon slayers!” You had quite the variety to show, especially when all these were really foreign to him.

“Hmm... good luck, you say?” But amongst all those, one particular thing caught his eye, which was the rope-like ornament, specifically color white and blue.

“How much is this?” He had already kept the rope within his pockets, “that would be ¥274.24!” A change of coins happened, the clinking of it was a nice sound to your ears.

He stood there awkwardly, as he didn’t know what to say now.

“Mister... did you know those kids over there?” you pointed at the children that were running around, that made Giyuu remember of Sabito. Shaking his head no, you simply nodded, “well, let me tell you. They were actually three best of friends. But the other one died due to the incurable disease, cancer. When I saw the both of them sitting on the sides the other day, I asked them, and they told me what happened. I felt sad and pity for them, especially to the deceased child. But did you know what the other kid said? He said it was okay, because his friend was now in heaven. But of course, he couldn’t keep his tears from falling out, and ended up wetting my haori with snot. It just... never fails to amaze me how a child’s mind could think of something so positive like that, even in the midst of darkness. Hehe..” You giggled sheepishly, as you just noticed how Giyuu attentively listened, and that his quiet-nonchalant-chill-cool guy facade slowly broke little by little, as you saw his emotions right through his eyes.

Giyuu departed almost immediately, not even bidding you goodbye. But you understood well enough, that Giyuu was like that of a child, too.

He too, was like the child, keeping a facade to keep the sadness from flowing out, but they will always fail to hide their longing.

Least to say, Giyuu thought well about it. He sat on the sides, and tied the rope on the scabbard of his sword. He thought too, if Sabito was happy and well off in heaven, or if that truly exists, or if heaven was just a mere child’s imagination.

He was still well off in the grieving stage, even after all these years, he could never accept the loss he had suffered. He wished then, right at that moment, that he was still a child and never grew up, so that he could still be with Sabito, and so that he could never feel this way again.

~~~~~

Days passed, until Giyuu showed up again. It took him three days to complete the mission Oyakata-sama gave him, which was the complete reason why he couldn’t show up. But now that he’s here, and you’re here, things are back to normal.

“Hello. I’d like to purchase this.” Giyuu presented a mini, thin, book in front of you, one of your bestselling and expensive ones.

“Ah...! Mr. Tomioka, welcome back. Yes, let me just..” as an exchange of coins happened, Giyuu never failed to look at you, and none other. His eyes were placed on you as you counted the coins slowly and properly, as his eyes landed on one particular thing. The rope-like ornament that he bought a few days back; swinging by your hips. He looked at his, too, and realized that the colors of the ornaments matched. You, too, had white and blue as your color of the rope-like ornament.

You traced where his eyes landed, and chuckled; “would you like to buy again?” It took Giyuu aback, but he eagerly shook his head no. “Are they your favorite color?” Suddenly, he asked out of pure curiosity; “yes! they complement each other so well — and blue is the most mesmerizing color I have ever seen! — just like your eyes.” gently, you smiled at him that made his heart melt. No one after Sabito had ever smiled at him like that. And that made him all the more happy.

~~~~~

Days, weeks, months, and almost a year had passed as your friendship grew.

And you never fail to see how his eyes would darken, how he’d grow silent, and how he’ll try to change the topic whenever he sees children having fun, or if you talk about them.

It had made you sad about his well-being, yet, he had rejected almost all of your comforting offers, because both you and him know that the longing will not fade ‘till thousands of years to come by.

“Y/n! Y/n!” A child-like voice called out, as you saw Tomoko, one of the children that you and Giyuu both befriended, and the same child that reminded him of his bond with Sabito.

It took you aback, really. You’ve never seen Tomoko that excited and happy ever since his friend’s passing. Immediately, his arms wrapped around your hips, almost making you stumble back, “look! Look! I found Aruno’s diary!” The excitement was obvious in Tomoko’s eyes as he eagerly flipped the pages of his deceased friend’s diary.

Hastily, he pulled your hand and forced you to sit down by the gathers, as Giyuu followed along. “Y/n! Can you read this to me, please? I can’t really understand his handwriting..” He flipped a few pages forth, and tapped on the page that contained quite a lot for a diary.

June 18, 10XX I met two friends, Tomoko and Naroi! They were really kind, and I had a great time with them! We played the whole afternoon, and went home at night! My mom called me home though, so I was a little sad. That night, I really couldn’t sleep. It was the first time I had friends after a long time! I was really excited for the next day that I couldn’t wait! I ended up sneaking out and writing this diary, as I count how many stars there are in the sky. I managed to count just 78 — but I immediately lost track when I felt something behind me! But it was just my friend Patrick — our neighbor’s cat! It was soo fun playing with Patrick, but when he scratched me, I got scared and didn’t go near him. But now that he’s here, maybe I should forgive him, right? I love you too Patrick! Well then, going back, Patrick is now laying on my lap, I lost count of the stars, but whatever! There will still be tomorrow night and next times to count the stars!

October 23, 10XX It’s been a long time since I wrote here, hehe. Well, honestly, I got an illness called cancer. I didn’t know what it was, but when mom explained it to me, I was so scared. She told me not to tell Tomoko and Naroi, but I feel soo bad for hiding it from them. I mean, friends should know and share everything, right? We promised no secrets! But mom said that it was for the better and I believe her!

November 1, 10XX Today, just a while ago, I saw mom crying. I didn’t know why, but she explained it to dad, but I can’t hear her. She was mumbling this and that, but I cried too, I didn’t want my mom sad.

November 10, 10XX I’m scared and I can’t stop crying. Mom said we need to go somewhere, but this place doesn’t look fun at all... I see people laying down in beds, with bandages and blood. It’s scary, but my mom said it’d be alright after a few days...

November 30, 10XX Mom lied... it wasn’t just a few days, I’ve been here for weeks and I’ve turned bald, now. What about my friends? What if Tomoko and Naroi laugh at me? But mom said true friends will accept me for who I am! My hair also was slowly falling off, so they decided to cut it.. I’m really scared.. I don’t look like how I used to be..

December 12, 10XX I met my friends again, but Tomoko and Naroi weren’t all that excited.. are they mad at me? For not showing up many months? They look at me so scarily, like they feel sad for me.. but I don’t want that.. I’m strong, aren’t I? Mom said so..

December 18, 10XX My eyes are heavy, like I just wanna sleep forever.. I can’t really breathe right, I feel like there’s a booger stuck in my nose, a huge one.. I think I’m growing weak, I just wanna rest forever, lay in bed even if this is not as comfy as the one at home.. I hate seeing my mom cry.. and I miss Tomoko and Naroi..

“...waah..” Tomoko’s eyes spilled his tears, as his sobs were getting louder and louder.

“...waaaaaaahh!! I-I hic- I didn‘t know Aruno- wah- had to go through all- hic- t-that...!!” Tomoko tried to wipe his tears, but only served useless as it only multiplied. After all, what could be more heartbreakening if not for a child whom only wished for a simple life?

“T-Tomoko...!” Tomoko ran away, perhaps trying to hide the tears uselessly, trying to save his tough facade. But, it was already broken from the moment those words were written in that diary. And same went to the man beside you, his tough facade too, slowly fading away.

“G-Giyuu.. a-are you crying?” You asked nervously, you never planned any of this to happen.

“I wonder... if Sabito thought the same.” He didn’t even try to hide his tears, he let it all flow out, as he knew; trying to hide his tears would never take away his pain and guilt. He only stared at the now dark sky, looking up at the moon that served as the light in the dark night.

“This Sabito... was he... like Aruno?” You knew you had this coming, but you didn’t expect Giyuu would break over a child’s diary, despite him keeping up the good work of hiding his feelings away.

“No. He killed himself for me. I should’ve... been the one in his place right now, if I wasn’t so cowardly.” This time, he looked down, as he relived that day, the day that he lost his one and only bestfriend.

“Wha-! D-Don’t say that, Giyuu-kun! I’m sure he did that for the better!”

“Yet he died for the worst.”

“Did he... sacrifice himself?”

“He wanted to protect all of us, and charged on straight to the demons. I wanted to fight by his side, but it was too late. And I could... only watch.” He chuckled at the last sentence, remembering his petty choices and past patheticness.

“I’m sure he did that with no regrets, Giyuu.. I’m sure that was what he wanted, to keep all of you safe and sound.”

“Yet it was in an exchange for his life!”

“Death is inevitable!”

“He was only thirteen!” You gasped. You never thought children would be fighting demons so early. So it was... what? Few? Many? Years ago and yet he still has kept it within him?

“But... he sacrificed himself for all of you, Giyuu.. you can’t keep blaming yourself, it was his choice..”

“He had no choice! He was the only one who could fight amongst all of us! Stronger than I am!”

“Exactly! And that’s why he protected the weak!”

“Yet even the weakest can do something! I could’ve been the one to charge on straight to the demon, but no — it was him instead!” His sobs were getting out of control, as he looked at you with eyes just like Tomoko’s.

“But you couldn’t fight! If you truly wanted to switch places, then you wouldn’t be here now, you wouldn’t be-”

“Then I wish I died instead of him!” Silence filled the air as your bicker had stopped. You scooched closer to him, and pat his back, slowly.

“He did that for you to live a better life, Giyuu.. even if you hate him with all your life for doing that, it wouldn’t change the fact that he wanted nothing more but for you to succeed.”

“You can’t make me think otherwise, Y/n.” This was a version of Giyuu that you hadn’t known until today. It was as if he was not the Giyuu you once knew, it’s as if he turned into one that is so resentful, and angry.

“...So what? Are you just gonna let his sacrifice go to waste, as if it was nothing, knowing that the main purpose of it all was because he wanted you to live on to this day!? Is it so wrong for you to atleast give credit to yourself? Correct me if I’m wrong — but I know for a fact that he wanted you to live on to this day — every single day, so that you could help those in need, protect those who’re weak, and continue on his last, and final wish!”

“...” Giyuu only said nothing, nor does he even have anything to retort back. You were right, but it doesn’t make his guilt fade. It didn’t help at all, that he was only a mere bystander on Sabito’s fight, not his bestfriend.

“Sabito... would really like for you to continue on living, despite the hardships and adversities you’ve gone through... after all, wasn’t he the sole inspiration you had all this time? To reach the highest, and kill all those demons.. but you don’t have to live your life repeating those things...! There are so many wonders and beauty of this world that you have yet to discover... as a merchant, I’ve travelled from different villages, cities, districts, until I’ve reached here...! Please, don’t let Sabito’s sacrifice go in vain. I’m sure he had no second thoughts, nor regrets — because he only wanted you to live your life and experience every single thing! The guilt may not wash away — but I’m sure, once you see my point, you wouldn’t have to live with that anymore because Sabito doesn’t even blame you. He did that, and he knew his choice — because he wanted you to reach this day, and tomorrow.” A string in his heart had been pulled, he felt like he was suffocated as your hands hovered over his. “So please... don’t give up... atleast for me...”

He really didn’t know what Sabito wanted back at that moment. But if Sabito really has any regrets, then why didn’t he look back in hesitation, right before he charged on to the demon?

“Giyuu-kun, tomorrow, let’s meet here again, and let’s go to a different place, so that by the day our time has come, we will leave no regrets.”

★ • ° ` — BONUS:

The days has passed, and Giyuu had left the Demon Slayer Corps. Truth be told, he really didn’t want to leave, as half of his life and memories had been imprinted there, but he wanted to find the meaning of his life, just as you told him.

“Giyuu-kun! Over there! I see a starfish!” You pointed across the shore and ran over to the starfish, and decide to poke it. A giggle left your mouth as Giyuu picked it up and put it on top of your head.

“Oh you think you‘re so funny, huh!?” Immediately, you splashed seawater at him, and his laughter echoed the whole beach.

It was the first time he had let out a hearty laugh, and definitely not the last, because you’re there, his new bestfriend.

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My Devoted Husbands ( Fem!Reader) Chapter 3: What should I do now?

Warnings: Slight angst, mentions of polyamory, reverse harem.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Head Canons

As soon as Kyojuro left, you immediately changed into your kendo practice outfit, grabbed a couple of bokken and went to look for your dad. As he saw you storming in, he instinctively hid behind your mom using her as a human shield. Your mother graciously slid to the side allowing you to throw one of the bokken directly to his hand.

-“Ah darling, I am so glad that you reached us here; your mother and I were just talking about Kyojuro and we just feel like…” He said desperately looking at your mom but obtaining no support from her.

-“We will decide this, right now. We will have a 3 set kendo match, if you win I will let Kyojuro know about our family legacy and I will allow you to freely speak to him about your crazy marriage ideas. But… “. Your stance was fierce and full of determination -“If I win, you will never mention anything related to the corp and will drop the circus about marriage until I decide the time is right. Deal?”-

You father was really taken aback, they both were in the middle of a very exciting conversation where he described to your mom how fast you moved in the living room and that he was completely sure that you had already surpassed him. But even after that, he stared at you solemnly standing up from his seat.

-“Y/N, sweetie, weren’t you training today with Sanemi-kun? Genya-kun will be disappointed if you did not make it.” He said sweetly, trying to convince you to drop off the subject.

-“Oh, the boys can manage without me. They are actually rooting for my victory.” Your voice was calm but defiant and as your father knew you were not going to step down from your challenge, he finally agreed.

-“Very well, so be it. And might we keep our promises then, independently of the match result”.

-“I do trust that you will keep your word, because if you don’t, I will never speak to you back again. And you can bet I am dead serious” . Your gaze was fixed on his, with fiery resolution. If you were going to date Kyojuro, you would do it properly and on your own terms.

You two walked down to the center of your garden, your mom would play as referee since she used to be a very skilled demon slayer. Your brother joined to witness what he believed would be your dad's defeat. Just by staring at you he knew you were already skillful enough to win over a kendo match, it was just a matter of time.

-“Whoever wins 2 sets out of 3 will be the winner of the match”- your mom said as she placed herself in the middle of you both “As for kendo goes, a direct contact will count as a point.” You and your dad were fixedly staring at each other, your bokken up in a guard stance, a dead silence reigned at the battleground and so your mother said with clear voice:

-”Start!”.

Almost immediately after that, you felt a very strong impact in your stomach that propelled you to the far back of the backyard, finding yourself in the need to kneel down to stop yourself from hitting against the wall.

-”Point!”. Your mother exclaimed as you looked at your dad still kneeling on the floor. He had that fiery gaze that confirmed his high ranking at the slayers corp. You were gasping for air but tried to dissimulate, that strike had been really precise and painful.

-”If you have any intention of winning, you need to start taking me seriously, Y/N. I might be your father but I am still The Water Pillar and if you ever intend to claim this rank, better start acting as the Tsugoku you are and drop your childish ideas.”

He was right, you have been so angry about what just happened with Kyojuro that you totally forgot who you were about to fight, it wasn’t an UNO match against your daddy; it was a kendo match with the Water Pillar.

For an instant you felt a bit insecure, unsure if you could attain victory, but then it hit you. Even if you did not say it out loud you knew that your honor and worth as swordswoman were at stake. Because, how could you talk so big if you weren’t able to back your words with true strength? That was the challenge you threw at him by asking for a kendo match. You probably could have thrown a tantrum, asked your mother to intervene or given him the silent treatment for a couple of days to make him stop all his babbling related to Kyojuro. But no, you were so sure that your sword skills were superior to his, that you threw that challenge completely secure about your victory.

It wasn’t about boyfriend or marriage anymore, it was about if you were already strong enough to officially surpass your father and become the next Water Pillar. It was about if you could keep the family legacy with dignity. You were sure that by then, he would start respecting your decisions more and will stop making ridiculous comments about your personal life.

You honestly loved being in the corps, the training sessions, the knowledge your father passed to you and why not; you loved how damn good of a slayer you were. So yes, you would show him how strong your will to protect humans from the demon menace was and how proud you were to call yourself a Demon Slayer.

And you will, definitely, win.

As all doubts started to dissipate, you stood up with your gaze fixed on the messy ground, steadily breathing and as you sheathed your bokken to your belt, you said to your opponent:

-”Now I am ready, father.” You patiently waited for your mother to call the beginning of the next set.

-”Start!” It was like your body moved by itself, you quickly positioned yourself at your dad’s back.

-”Water breathing, second form: water wheel!” Your rival was merely able to dodge it, he counterattacked, but you were faster blocking his front strike and so you continued:

-”Water breathing, fourth form; striking tide…” Now your father started to defend himself from a series of speedily impacts as you quickly changed your direction with a back somersault, you yelled “ Water breathing, sixth form: Whirlpool!!!”

-”Point!” Your mother briskly said as your bokken slightly impacted your dad’s shoulder. You are now even, 1 to 1, the next set will decide everything. You were pretty sure that your father was enjoying the match as much as you and you were also sure that the hardest part of the tussle was about to start. None of you said a word and so your mother proceeded to yell with excitement:

-”Start!” None of you two were to be seen at any place, as you both bet on speed for achieving victory. Only a high level swordsman could follow your now inhuman encounter, your brother was the only one having trouble keeping up compared to your mother, who was completely focused on identifying the match winner as her eyes quickly scanned the entire scene.

Your father’s strikes were faster, stronger and more precise compared to the beginning of the match; you felt like your bokken could break at any moment. You needed to use your entire body to dodge his strikes since getting a broken weapon will translate into an automatic loss.

While your foothold kept changing constantly you decided to start building momentum for a final strike, you were tired and were sure that if you did not finish it with all you had left, you would probably lose. You started your attack by briefly changing direction to totally impulse yourself on your garden wall, as you were total concentration breathing, your strong step cracked the wall as you propelled yourself forward against your father, this was it:

-”Water breathing, ninth form: Splashing Water Flow, Flash!”. It happened in an instant, a thunderous sound announced that one of the bokken had broken and after all the dust had settle; there was an obvious winner. You and your father were standing, staring in opposite directions, with your bokken slightly touching the back of his neck and your dad’s half bokken on the floor .

-”Point and match! Your mother happily yelled as you dropped to the floor, completely exhausted. Your father was showing you a big smile when he offered his hand to help you get up.

-”Do not ever doubt yourself again, your strength and skill now pairs with a pillar, live your life with honor as you have always had.” The feelings that those words carried were so powerful to you, that you had tears at the brink of your eyes. Just as in the beginning of the match, your body moved by itself, warmly giving into your father’s embrace, this was the moment you have been waiting for almost all your life since you unsheathed your first katana. You have finally deemed yourself worthy of your last name.

Well this was not it, at least not yet. You still needed to receive Lord Kagaya’s blessing and successfully complete your first mission as the lead of high-ranked Demon Slayer squad. But this was indeed the beginning of the rest of your life. Time flew so fast while your Dad merrily recreated your final strike with your brother’s help, that you did not notice it until your phone vibed violently with a sort of extremely enthusiastic texts:

From: Nemi

[Wth Y/N? U left me hanging by myself with the little shit.]

You couldn’t help but to giggle, you can’t remember how many times you have asked Sanemi to not call Genya those, in your opinion, bad taste nicknames but your friend was just like that. As you start writing back to him you realized how late it was and that you were not going to make it to your date with Giyuu.

From: You

[I finally broke my old man’s bokken, TTYL, got a date. ]

The time it took you to get ready was barely human, you showered, put some clothes and perfume on, grabbed your purse and you were already sprinting to the recently opened tea house. You thought that being a demon in slayer was not always that bad, as it came along with some physical perks. Being late was a usual with you and a good thing was that Giyuu never seemed to care about it.

It was not hard to spot your friend, peaceful sitting in a two-person table, scrolling through his phone, with a chilly glass of water at his side. The waitresses noticed you immediately as you made your way to your seat. Your black haired companion stood up as soon as he saw you walking in, he was slightly taller than you, he had was wearing a stretchy white blouse and denim jeans, his hair was a bit messier than usual, but still styled into a low pony tail.

“You look terrible.” - said your friend in a very serious tone.

“Thank you! I missed you too…- you said with a sarcastic tone while you removed your jacket and sat down, picking up the menu and calling in the waitress.

“…and you still wonder why you don’t have a girlfriend.” - You concluded raising a eyebrow and giving him a small side smile.

“I did not meant any harm with that… I am actually concerned. I think you sometimes take your training too seriously.” - He spoke as he ordered his and your drink. He’d know you for so long that he did not needed to ask about your choice. The waitress nodded and quickly removed herself from the table. It was actually nice the way you both got treated by the waitresses every time you and Giyuu hanged out, you assumed that it was because your friend was considerably handsome and that you both had always gave out the “best friends” vibe.

“… And I have not ever complained, not even once, for not having a girlfriend”.- You rolled your eyes with a wide smile.

“Then, you should learn how to properly speak to lady if you ever wanna change that.” - you concluded as you took the first sip from your drink. It was absolutely blissful, the floral scent flooded your nose, warmness embracing your insides, instantly relaxing every aching muscle of your body.

“I will take your advice, thank you”.- He sipped from his drink, and you were not sure if he enjoyed the tea as much you did, in fact it was always very hard to read your friend’s mind. Actually now that you had come to think about it, the way you two bonded was kind of peculiar.

You and his sister, Tsukako, became good friends during high school and even though you had knew him since then, you and Giyuu did not became friends until you both got into college together, in the same bachelor degree. A lot had changed since those times, but certainly not his lack of expressions, and you could not help but to compare him with Kyojuro and how much of an open book was your new blond boyfriend.

BOYFRIEND! Yes, these were happy news that you definitely wanted to disclose with one of your closest friends. The thought of Daki not being the first one to know gave you chills, but out of sight, out of mind right?

“So, you are never gonna guess what happened to me today.”- you took another sip. -“I was at this pizza place and I chose to start choking at the worst time possibly…” - Your friend interrupted you.

“Y/N, I need to tell you something…- his face was serious, nothing out of the normal, but was not the type of guy to ever interrupt you, so he left you out of words.

“I-I… Well that’s… ok sure. Is everything alright?”- you sipped again, glancing at him with the lower corner of your eye, with consternation.

“I like you and I want you to go out with me.”- Luckily for you, the tea was in the right place at the right time, otherwise your recently confessed lover would had a dripping wet face by then.

That phrase keep floating around your head, you blinked with confusion, did you heard that right? Probably not, so you sipped again while you cleared your throat.

“You, err, like me? You like me, exactly in which type of way?.- you asked, while repeating to yourself: “Please do not say it, please let it be a misunderstanding, please, not today.”

“In a romantic way, the way a man feels attracted to a woman.” - he sipped and cleared his fine lips with a neatly folded paper napkin. You rested your chin on the palm of your hand, using your fingers to cover your mouth, frowning with concern, unable to speak. This had to be a horrible coincidence, it was just some nights ago that you had dismissed your dad’s ranting about your friends having romantic feelings for you and here you were; A new boyfriend, the broken bokken of your father and another love confession.

Could this day get any crazier?

It was not the fact that you could not like Giyuu, he was indeed a great guy and you enjoyed being around him. Having your blue-eyed companion as a boyfriend was not an idea that you disliked but the problem was that you were dating someone else by now. How were you supposed to gracefully reject a friend and not hurt his feelings? You were not even sure if you were ready to be in a relationship with Kyojuro and there you were, having to break the heart of someone you cared for and if this was not enough, you were about to start the process to become the water pillar.

It was too much, too much for her, too much for a couple of days, too much for her the rest of her life thank you very much.

“You do not have to give me an answer right now. I am going on a business trip tomorrow. We can talk about it when I come back and I will be fine with whatever decision you take.” - He calmly called the waitress again to ask for a refill. How in hell could he be so calm after he spat such words? How could he failed to see how were you crumbling on the inside? Nonetheless, that was a good thing, right? It turned you into a very good liar, concealing your secret until the day you die. You have not spoken a single word.

“Sorry, I did interrupted you. You were talking about a pizza place?” - He sipped again, with inhuman tranquility, and you decided to play along. If you were going to reject him you would have time to think about the best way to do it and still end up in good terms, because that was only way to do it. Right?

“It was, it was nothing special, it was the best slice pizza that ever tried to kill me.” - For a change, Giyuu chuckled.

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giyuji · 2 years

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HELPING HAND — 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚

pairings. sub!giyu tomioka x dom!afab!reader.

synopsis. of course, you could be the sweet little girlfriend that you are and help your darling boyfriend out. but where's the fun in that? he's got hands, and with your help, he'll figure out how to use them.

cw. 18+ content, guided masturbation, voyeurism, slight dacryphilia, cum eating, praise kick [giyu receiving], edging, mentions of overstimulation, minors do not interact.

author's note. i just want to hold giyu while telling him he's a good boy. gushing about how pretty he is—is that really too much to ask?

wc. 3.8k.

“You don’t expect me to do all the work, do you? Come on, love, you take over now.”

Giyu wasn’t sure what startled him most. The words you’d given him, the sudden loss of your hand snugly wrapped around his painfully hard cock, or the sudden fading of the impending orgasm that was about to hit him. Quite possibly, it was a mixture of all three.

Perhaps he’d simply heard you wrong. Maybe you hadn’t meant to take your hand away from him. Surely you hadn’t consciously put a hamper on his pleasure. You’d never do that. As long as he was good—you’d never do that. You told him so.

Had he done something wrong?

“W—What?” Giyu pushed out, chest heaving up and down as he lifted his head up from your chest. Previously hidden in the crook of your neck, he turned to look up at you. “Did I do something? Was I not—Did I not…”

You looked down at him, disappointment heavy in your eyes. It made him frown, a slight panic settling in his stomach. One of your fingers found their home underneath his chin, nudging it upwards to get him closer to you. You hovered your lips over his, smiling when you saw him keening into the touch, eyes falling shut as his lips tried to land on yours.

“You were going to cum,” you said, just before he was to retrieve his kiss. He immediately stopped his movements. The ring of truth within the sentence hit him in the face, and Giyu felt as if a bucket of ice-cold water was thrown over him. Because he was going to cum. “And you never bothered to ask if you could.”

Your extensive knowledge of the way his body worked was often a blessing to him, as you managed to get him to fall apart so quickly and so beautifully. At times like these, however, it often felt like a curse—the stifled hitches in his breathy, poorly hidden moans, the way he’d lean into your chest to hide his face between your tits, and the way his hips started to meet your movements ever so slightly were all tell-tale signs of his.

Normally, he’d utter a quick question to you. One you’d always, without fail, answer with a yes. Simply because of the fact that he asked. It seemed he’d conveniently forgotten to do so today. And so, you took his previously unending pleasure away from him.

If only he’d asked.

“I’m sorry,” he said immediately. Voice still impossibly quiet, but not quite enough to miss the desperation in it. “I’m sorry. Please, can I…?” He never finished the sentence, too shy to utter the actual word—he’s lucky you found that endearing.

You gazed at him lovingly, and the hope for his wish to be granted grew. A heavy sigh fanned over his face, your peppermint-scented breath tickled across his skin.

“You can,” you mumbled lazily, one of your hands coming up to cup his cheek. Planting a kiss on his nose, you withheld a smile at the way his eyes lit up. “But you’ll have to get yourself there.”

All the hope you’d given him got diminished into nothing, all within a matter of seconds. “Wha—What do you mean?” Giyu asked; genuine confusion settling in.

The cutest little frown appeared on his forehead, and his eyebrows pulled together. He shifted in your hold, biting down a hiss when his movement briefly caused your hand to glide over his cock. You’d pulled it back before he could get any real satisfaction from it, but he was still, so, so sensitive from before.

You watched him move in amusement, watched him dart around in unease for a few seconds. Only for him to sit back down in the same way he’d been before. Seated on his bedsheets, with only his head and upper body careened towards you, with the former finding its home on your chest and within the crook of your neck. His figure was slightly downwards from yours, making the space he always went to for comfort a lot easier to access.

You, having never moved, were still seated sideways, still turned towards him, and once again placed your hand on his cheek—as he’d previously pushed it off with his unnecessary wiggling. Giyu let out a sigh, his forehead resting against your collarbone. You smiled, and moved the hand formerly on his cheek upwards, allowing it to nestle within his hair.

“As cute as you’re being,” you said, moving your hand to play with the dark locks. “I’m not changing my mind. If you want to cum, you’ll have to do it yourself.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled into your skin, kissing it shortly after.

He clung to you more than before, one of his arms wrapping around your waist to pull him into you—body turning sideways to mold his figure to yours, the fabric of his opened yukata now falling closed again and hiding his body from prying eyes.

“I’m—” He sighed; another kiss on the base of your throat this time. “—sorry.”

“I know you are,” you cooed. It was rare for him to be so physically affectionate, to cling to you so much, never allowing even an inch between the two of you. “And I know you won’t do it again, won’t you?”

“I won’t,” he promised, face still hidden from your view. The tips of his ears were slightly tinted pink, and served as your only indication of whatever he was currently feeling. “I won’t. So, can you, please…”

You stopped your movements in his hair. “Please, what?”

It took him a few seconds to answer; as if he was contemplating what to say, as if pushing the words out were to put him into an early grave. But—he did so, nonetheless.

“Please, help me.”

“Help you?”

“Mhm,”

You decided then and there. As endearing as you thought it was, today would be the day you’d teach him to speak fully and clearly to you—to really, really think about the words he used. You’d been way too easy on him, way too giving. Then again, how could you not? When he was being so sweet, looking so pretty, and always so good to you in return.

The smile on your face appeared involuntarily, but you did little to remove it. “Oh, baby, of course I can,” you said, a slight coo to your voice. Finally, Giyu removed himself from the secure hiding spot he’d chosen. Looking down at him, you cupped his cheek again and gave him a soft peck on the lips. “Go sit back down.”

The eagerness in his next movements caused you to chuckle, and caused him to feel further embarrassment; both at his excitement and the desperation he knew he showed you. Not to worry too much, as the thought of you finally satiating his desires thoroulgy outweighed the brief, uncomfortable feeling of shame he felt.

“Here,” you said, inching closer to him. Slightly pushing him forward, you took a seat behind him. Your arms and legs wrapped around him, and you pressed him back against your chest. The back of his head came to a rest on your sternum. “Let me help.”

Giyu did exactly as you told him. He sat back down, relishing in the way your body pressed into his back, in the way your breasts seem to perfectly squish against him, even the slight touch of your knee against his thigh had him anticipating what was to come. All that was going through his mind was you, you, you, and how you were going to finally help him out.

The want and need for your touch increased with every second that passed, every caress you gave the fabric of his yukata before finally pushing it aside again. The cold air hitting him so suddenly caused his dick to twitch, a bead of the pre-cum gathered at the top fell down his tip and dripped along his length.

“So pretty,” you mumbled under your breath; more so to yourself than to him. He keened at the words, the craving for your rougher caresses to return ever increasing. “You always look so pretty, Giyu.”

“Y—Yeah?”

“Yeah,”

From the corner of his eyes, he could see you extending your hand towards his body. Already his eyes started fluttering closed—only for them to snap open again once your hand found his instead of his cock. Confused, he blinked a couple of times, looking between you and your intertwined hands.

“What—What are you doing?”

Uninterested in his wants at the moment, you simply brought his hand up towards his length. His fingers froze once you wrapped them securely around him, and the shock on his face stayed for a bit as he watched you jerk him off with his own hand. Even though it was technically you doing it—it still didn’t feel nearly as good.

“Wha—” He cleared his throat, stifling a grunt when you used his thumb to wipe over his tip, allowing yourself to smear the pre-cum over the rest of him. “This—This wasn’t what I meant.”

“Was it not?” You answered; there was an awful lack of interest in your voice. He knew it was faked, knew you’d stop if he asked, but he also knew you were doing this all on purpose, and if he wasn’t truly wishing for it to stop—you wouldn’t. “Best to choose your words more carefully next time, then.”

You upped the speed, both your hands getting covered in slick as you went along. The lewd sounds, a mixture of the squelching between his thighs, and the restrained groans he always tried to hide, being the only thing sounding throughout the room. Not once did you stop—you’d pick up the pace, up, up, and up, and then when he’d get closer, you slowed it down again.

Giyu didn’t seem to like your irregularity one bit.

“Please,” he breathed out again. “Please.”

By now, you’d lost count of the times he said it. At the offered plea, you removed your hand from his and seized all movement—and if he hadn’t bitten his lip, you were sure a whine would’ve escaped. His own hand stayed firmly wrapped around the base, never moving, as if waiting for you to join it again. You weren’t going to, and if he weren’t so delirious by now he would’ve come to the same conclusion.

“I told you, baby,” you said, faking a pout. The hand you previously used on him was brought to your lips, and Giyu closed his eyes to maintain some form of restraint once he saw you licking off the residue of his fluids. “If you want to cum, make yourself cum.”

The look in his eye stirred up conflicting emotions within you.

On one hand he looked so gorgeous, so utterly beautiful with such sad eyes, such a yearning for you to continue, for you to make him finish, that it made you want to keep him in this state just a second longer—if only to admire him.

On the other hand, you hated seeing him that way. You’d always given him everything he wanted, kept him so happy, so satisfied. Because you loved him so much, and you just wanted to take care of him.

“Please,” he said again, voice cracking this time around.

The angelic sound he produced had you making up your mind. The smile you gave him in return wasn’t the least bit comforting.

“You can do it,” you told him, hand cupping over his cheek. “I showed you how to do it. Wasn’t that difficult, was it?”

“…It feels better when you do it.”

“I know it does, darling, I know it does. But you’ve lost the opportunity to cum by my hands. So, yours will have to do for tonight.”

Ever so slightly, his bottom lip puffed out. Emotions you’d never seen before swirled around in his irises; contemplation, greed, hunger, unbridled lust, reluctance. He wanted to cum so badly—as you’d denied him at least twice now.

Still, this wasn’t something he’d easily do, you knew, as he’d most likely be utterly embarrassed by jacking himself off in front of you.

Always so shy.

“I’m sorry,” he tried again; one last time, if the look on his face was anything to go by. His breaking point wasn’t too far away.

You smiled. “I know,” you said, pressing a kiss to the bridge of his nose, which caused his eyes to flutter shut. Pulling back, your smile had disappeared. Your gaze went to where his pretty cock laid discarded, upper thighs and fingers wet with his own filth. “Now get to it.”

Giyu’s face fell, but he abided by your words regardless. He broke the stare the two of you shared, line of sight now fully focused on the ceiling—an attempt at saving the remaining shards of his dignity, a shot at avoiding your mesmerised eyes. A shudder left his parted lips when he finally, ever so slowly, started pumping his hand up and down his length.

Chest heaving, and droplets of sweat gathering at the top of his forehead, soft cheeks colouring a pretty pink and his bottom lip a sweet red from the force his teeth brought to it. If you were any good at painting, you would’ve started immediately.

Giyu doesn’t hold back on himself, either. His fist goes harder, rougher, and faster with each time he moves it up and down, seemingly wasting no time in finally achieving that high he longed for. Sharp breaths and stifled grunts left him, and a startled sound interrupted his steady stream of mumbles when you pulled his bottom lip out from between his teeth.

“None of that,” you scolded him.

“M—M sorry,” he gasped out, harder to hide what he was feeling now he’d been chastised for it. He never did like you being disappointed in him.

“Mhm,” you hummed, watching attentively as he continued.

Deciding to make it that much harder for him, your hand reached out for his chest. Careful fingertips glided over chiselled features, following every dip in his v-line, caressing the outline of the muscles on his abdomen, going higher, and higher, and higher—until they delicately skimmed the top of his nipple, as if it were an accident.

With the way you smirked upon noticing his twitching, the stutter in his eager gasps for air, he very well knew it wasn’t.

Slightly turning his face upwards, you pressed a kiss to his head, his cheek, his jaw, until you finally ducked into the space between his neck and collarbone. For a brief moment, you saw him pause his movements.

You hummed against the column of his throat. “Keep going,” you mumbled, and he listened.

All the while you sucked on the gentle, pale skin, leaving subtle bruises in your wake; Giyu continued, still chasing that high, still searching for that feeling of relief.

The faint grunts he let out felt like vibrations underneath your lips, and once his breath hitched and the sound of the moans climbed an octave, you pulled back from his throat for a second. Lips hovering over the lithe skin, waiting, wanting, expectingthat question.

“Please,” he said, the sound of him pleasuring himself still reaching your ears. If it were to be bottled, you’d select it as your drink of choice. “Can I—May I….”

You smiled against his jaw. A featherlight kiss pressed to it. Then—

“No.”

“W—What?” He asked, frowning, hissing at the way he had to hold himself back. Of course he was struggling, he hadn’t slowed down a bit after your denial. Still keeping that same pace. “Why—I asked, right? So, I—”

“Go slower,” you instructed. Your chin went to rest on his shoulder, an adoring look in your eyes as you watched his hand move up and down oh-so-rapidly. “Slower. If you don’t, you’ll cum too soon.”

“But I—”

“Slower.”

“I asked—”

“Giyu.”

He immediately paused. Gulping, hesitating, and then, finally, continuing. His hand went up- and downwards in languid strokes, extra pressure applied once he got to the tip, desperate for some added stimulation. Drop after drop of pre-cum fell out, covering his hand, his cock—all so easily visible to you.

“There you go,” you mumbled against his ear, the breath tickling against his skin. Giyu let out a shaky sigh at that, jaw starting to clench at the increasing pressure without ever feeling any release. “Good boy. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You smirked at the way your words went straight to his dick, the subtle twitch it gave made you think of more sweetly muttered praises to give him. He didn’t respond to your question, which was fine, as it was more of a rhetorical one. Instead, he kept focusing, kept bringing himself closer to that edge—only to be pulled back by you each time he was about to take the leap.

“Can I—”

“No. Speed up for me.”

“Pleas—”

“No. Faster.”

“I need t—”

“You don’t need a thing, love. Go faster.”

You truly wondered whether you’d get him to release one of those whines he usually tried to hide. Never before had you gotten the privilege of hearing them. Then again, you hadn’t seen him so dishevelled, so scattered, so broken before, either.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” you cooed, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear. He choked out a gasp. The tip of his dick had turned a painful shade of red over time, and you knew you’d have to let him go soon. You didn’t want him to actually hurt himself. “Just a bit longer for me, yeah?”

Giyu shook his head no, slowly at first, and quickly after a few seconds. “I can’t,” he gasped, words slurred and slowly morphing into incoherent babbles. “”M Can’t—Please, j—Ngh.”

“Shh, yes you can, baby, I know you can.” You whispered, catching the lone tear that fell from his eye. “Just a little more.”

What a sight for sore eyes. You cherished it wholly, forever keeping it in your mind. Giyu, your Giyu, so needy, so sensitive, and so desperate for a release, that he’d shed a tear for it—for you.

Hell, he was so beautiful, so gorgeous when he laid in your arms like that.

And he’d listened to you so well. Slowed down when you told him to, quickened the pace when you said so, never cumming once you forbade it—no matter how badly he wanted to, needed to. He’d been so good. Surely, he was due for a reward.

You pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone, and then lifted your chin from your previous resting spot on his shoulder. One of your hands reached forward, going between his legs and fondling with his balls—you thoroughly relished in the sound it evoked from him. The whimper you were waiting for finally escaped.

Giyu clawed at your wrist with his free hand, trying to push it away as you stimulated the previously neglected part of his body. “No,” he mumbled, shaking his head. “Please, d—’m gonna cum if y—can’t….”

“It’s okay,” you told him, applying the slightest bit of pressure on him, tightening your fingers together the smallest bit. The supple flesh lay in the palm of your hand, knowing that, as soon as you reached for his balls—Giyu was absolutely done for. “It’s okay. You’ve done well, love, you’ve done so well.”

“Can I—C—” He gasped as you squeezed again, the hand he previously used to try and push your wrist away now fell down to the mattress as his energy started to fade. “Please—Can I…”

“Go ahead, baby,” you said, pressing a kiss to his temple.

More words weren’t needed. As soon as you’d told him he could cum, a strangled moan left his lips. His head fell back, resting against your chest, his eyes closed and another tear fell, his chest never stopped with its rapid heaving and his free hand reached for your leg, fingers digging into the skin to find something to hold onto.

You watched as he decorated his own chest with thick, white ropes of cum. A startled hum leaving him as you grabbed his base for the second time that night, one of your hands around his length and the other still playing with his balls—milking as much out of him as you could. His fingers shook when he brought them towards yours once he knew that was all you were going to get, and he gently pushed your hand aside.

“‘S sensitive,” he mumbled, a deep sigh leaving his lips. Giyu closed his eyes, allowing himself to be held by you. “Thank you.”

You hummed in amusement, placing your cheek against the side of his head and slightly squeezing his fatigued form in your arms. Carefully, as to not startle him, you allowed one of your fingers to reach forward and scoop up some of his release on his stomach.

As soon as you did so, you felt Giyu stiffen—his eyes snapping open and stuck to your pretty face as he watched your lips wrapping around the digit, licking the taste of him off it.

“I love you,” he mumbled, enthralled at the way your tongue swept the cum off your finger.

The words left him before he realised, but he didn’t care much at the moment. He meant them, and that was all that mattered.

You smiled at him. “I love you, too,” you answered, nudging his nose with yours. The kiss you pressed to his lips left him breathless again, never wanting to forget the way your mouths moulded perfectly together. You stayed close to him when you pulled back, lips still hovering over each other’s. “Now, let’s make you cum, yeah?”

He froze in your hold. “But I—I just…”

You caressed his cheekbone with your thumb, all but lost in the way his eyes filled with fear, excitement, lust, and a hint of longing. “You wanted me to make you cum, no?” You asked, very well knowing his previous words weren’t meant to be applied in such a situation. “You made yourself cum just now. I didn’t do much.”

“W—Well, yes, but I…”

“Let’s see how many I can pull out of you, then.”

Giyu swallowed. The next time, he’d make sure to ask you before cumming, and he’d definitely make sure to use proper wording for it.

…Or maybe not, he may just conveniently “forget” to do it again in the future.

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pillow-anime-talk · 2 years

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my shy s/o.

request: maybe giyuu, obanai and muichiro with a really beautiful s/o but incredibly shy? please and thank you, love!

# tags: headcanons; current relationships; light romance; fluff; shy!reader; soft kisses; sfw

includes: female reader ft. giyuu tomioka, obanai igurou & muichiro tokito {kny}

author’s note: hope you like it!! love u too <3

— GIYUU

↘ Giyuu sees you as a gentle, beautiful and always smiling person. You’re a wonderful and peaceful haven for him, who trusts only their relatives and who invites loved ones to come closer.

↘ Your partner is genuinely delighted with you and loves your peace of mind and the warm tone of your voice that always reminds him to eat breakfast in the morning or correct his hairstyle before leaving the house, and brush his teeth or suggest a glass of cool water before sleep.

↘ He’s no stranger to your shyness, you have known each other for years; you don’t like being the center of attention and compliments.

↘ Nevertheless, your long-term partner really enjoys praising you in the comfort of the home, e.g. if you cook something delicious or – if you are a demon slayer – you will complete your mission successfully.

↘ Giyuu is not good at physical contact, but he knows when you need a touch and a few little kisses.

↘ You are a person who doesn’t require anything special or great from anyone, but you definitely enjoy spending time with your beloved ones (like your lover or family).

↘ Your boyfriend knows it perfectly well, that’s why he often gives you light kisses on the forehead or a long hug to greet you, and if you have a moment of free time, he will offer you a short walk or drinking tea together on an wooden engawa.

↘ Your shyness is both a positive and a negative trait for you, but remember – no matter what, Giyuu loves you the way you are and even if you find it hard to talk to strangers and to buy something in the store, he’s always here for you and will be very happy to help you overcome all adversities.

— OBANAI

↘ Let’s start with your first meeting; I think it was at a time when you were looking for a teacher to help you become a better swordsman. Obanai was the perfect person for this (he matched your Breathing Style, btw), although he looked at you with a grain of salt at the beginning.

↘ Nevertheless, your quiet eagerness to learn and your sincere respect for him led him to like you very much over time. It was then that he started to look at you more and noticed that you were quite shy.

↘ In fact, the only person you talked to was Obanai and his little animal friend, who often climbed on your back and rubbed his white face against your hot cheek.

↘ You were always terrified when other Pillars or any other people came to your – then – master. You couldn’t say a word and you bowed several times, running for the black-haired man.

↘ All of this, over time, made the young man feel the need to take care of you.

↘ You were so beautiful and gentle to him, and at the same time persistent and capable. It was hard not to fall in love with you.

↘ I would also like to describe your first kiss, but... You don’t want to read about the fact that you passed out twice that day and got a fever from blushing, huh?

— MUICHIRO

↘ I think your relationship is quite... specific.

↘ Muichiro doesn’t say much and you’re quite shy, but that doesn’t mean you can’t get along or spend your free time in strange, awkward silence.

↘ I think it is quite the opposite; when you spend time alone – at home or while training – your mouths definitely can’t close; you talk about your relation, your victories and defeats, what you learned and what happened to you that day.

↘ In addition, I have a headcanon in my head, that many things simply connect you and that is why you two can communicate with the use of simple language or gestures; you have a similar perception of the world and demons, you have great respect for others, you believe that life should flow in harmony with friends and loved ones, as well as with nature and love.

↘ Your boyfriend really likes to look at you; he’s so delighted every time, no matter if you leave the bathroom after a long bath, or come home sweaty after another successful mission.

↘ A teenager loves to look at your figure very much and you’re the only person for him who he can easily compliment.

↘ Other people, especially the rest of the Hashira, definitely envy you for a great relationship and perfect teamwork.

↘ The two of you are the best!

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 8 months

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GIYU TOMIOKA

Under The Moon 👉👌

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rainsoughtflowers · 2 years

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1K request- Can you do Giyuu with anemone plz?

did you get enough love, my little dove?

tw/cw - angst, major character death, blood.

a/n - hey tumblr say hi to my friend <3

he used to find solitude in the silence.

the lack of noises in the atmosphere allowed him peace. time to think upon his actions and what to do next. he would say he even preferred it, the quiet breeze along his skin rather than the endless chatter amongst the other hashiras.

and yet, as giyuu stared at the headstone plunged into the dark patch of dirt, he found it to be deafening. too quiet.

all he could do was remain still, faintly hearing the voices of your comrades muttering amongst themselves. a small prayer, stray tears, and a laughter that was sure to have felt bitter on the tongue. giyuu witnessed all the stifled sobs and smiles shared that evening, understanding their emotions and why they ensued. and yet, he couldn’t place his own, instead feeling a gaping hole where his heart used to lay.

he couldn’t understand. why the sky clouded over as if it too mourned the loss of its sun. how you could so foolishly allow death to claim your soul. and how he, the water hashira, seemed to lose his tears with the rain.

you were one of the only people to treat him with a kindness as gentle as the springtime sun. giyuu knew he wasn’t liked, the others had made it clear to him from the moment he joined their ranks, finding his blunt words and closed off nature rude and therefore deeming him different from the other hashiras. of course, there were the few that would still speak to him, out of courtesy at most, but you were the only one who made an effort. the one who accompanied him on walks and mealtimes despite him insisting you spend your evenings on other things.

he would admit, he found it annoying at first. you followed him around almost everywhere, endlessly chattering about the weather and the skills you were currently learning. he would rarely ever reply to you in the beginning, hoping his lack of interest would eventually bore you. but you never seemed to mind, the kind smile directed only towards him never wavering.

the water hashira found his walls crumbling as time went on, the cracks along the stone leaving him fumbling desperately to fix them. he would not get attached. he couldn’t.

so giyuu blamed his irritated tone on the sweltering heat and your unwanted presence. it was definitely not because of the fear shackling his heart, “if you’re doing this out of pity, i suggest you stop.”

despite his best efforts you did not waver, simply smiling in a way that left the cracks widening, “i don’t pity you, giyuu.”

how could you not? how could you look at him and not think about how pathetic he really was? “do you not hear what the others say about me?”

“do you think it’s true?”

he had remained silent at your question, unable to find the proper words that would best describe his thoughts. because that was the funny thing. he didn’t think it true. there had been a time when giyuu was just as bright as people expected him to be, wanted him to be. a time when the world had seemed so big, and he had dreamed of becoming one of the best demon slayers in existence. and yet, the images of carnation pink hair and blood far too large pooling beneath their body felt too clear even years later, and giyuu never again allowed another person into the tightly secured walls surrounding his heart.

“i believe you to be a good person giyuu,” you continued, tentative fingers reaching out and finding purchase on the palm of his hand, “perhaps the others don’t see that, but i want you to know that i do.”

he didn’t know what to say, lips set into a deep line and his throat dry and clogged with an emotion he couldn’t quite place. your words were so soft, so genuine he had wanted to believe it to be true. that you really could see past the brooding facade he put up. that for the first time in a long time, someone was willing to understand him, and could see past the muddy water to find the treasures beneath.

eventually giyuu had grown so used to your company he began to expect it. he would never admit it of course, but he found himself pacing his walks to match yours. he never ate until you took the first bite, and he even allowed a couple words to find a place in your conversation about the flowers in your path.

it had confused him at first. the moment he found your smiles, so wide and bright, stirring his stomach into a fluttering mess. when your eyes, boring into his own, expressed so much color and emotion he wished to never glance away. the moment your touch, fleeting and careful, had his heart aching inside his chest. causing his cheeks to burn and for his thoughts to string back to the features that formed your face.

giyuu didn’t know until it was too late that he was in love with you.

well, he had known. the emotions and rippling water cleared when you were sent on a mission, your smile never wavering even as you stood by the gates leading to the outside world. it wasn’t supposed to be that dangerous, hence why you went alone and with only a small bag of food and water. he knew that, and yet he still found himself standing close by the entrance where you waved to the other hashiras, chest aching and throat tightening uncomfortably at the sight.

you noticed him despite his plans to not engage in conversation, not quite knowing what to do with himself if he had to hear your voice before you left. your eyes brightened upon spotting him, your steps quick to close the distance between you both. you grinned, revealing pretty teeth that furthered the ache inside his chest and left him fumbling to catch his breath, “came to send me off, giyuu?”

he glanced away, clearing the lodge in his throat, “no. i was just passing by.”

“oh? are you sure?”

“yes.”

you sighed, hiding a grin behind the sound, “such a shame. and here i thought you were worried about me.”

he was. and it was so scary to him. no matter how hard giyuu tried, he could not rid himself of the thoughts plaguing his mind. the thoughts centered around the image of your dead body. the voice in the back of his mind whispering about the things that could happen to you. it was unpleasant, and he found that the only way he was able to cease his worries was by reaching out and placing his fingers on the top of your head, the softness of your hair and the warmth of your eyes prominent evidence that you were okay.

“giyuu?” you had asked quietly, peering at him curiously from his strange, and rather out of character behavior.

the water hashira swallowed down his pride, eyes settling on anything but your own, “get back safe.”

he didn’t know how, but you seemed to understand the intent behind his demeanor. somehow you were able to look past the monotone voice that left his throat and found the concern laced within. somehow, you saw the vulnerability he was trying to hide, and giyuu realized that was what he loved so much about you. he did not need silly words to communicate with you. he did not need anything but your gentle smile and the light tone of your voice, “i will.”

they never found your body.

the news of your death had come from the owl you carried around, it’s low voice announcing the fact ringing faintly in his ears. he hadn’t believed it at first, blaming it on the anxious thoughts that kept repeating within his mind. but then came your funeral, and it all felt a little too real.

giyuu continued to stare at the headstone, the surfacing of those thoughts causing the tightness in his chest to grow impossibly tighter. it began to reach up to his throat, the blur of his vision now blamed on the pain in his body. it was not new to him. the uncomfortable feeling began the moment he realized his feelings for you, and worsened the moment he heard about your death.

he didn’t find it fair. for the first time in so long he finally found someone he genuinely cherished. he had shaken off the fears of losing someone he loved, all for the hope of your smile and a better world because of it. did you feel the same way? did you see the same sunny skies and clear waters when looking at the small smile he would allow to surface at times? did you own heart flutter at the sight of his being? as terrible at he was at expressing it, did you feel the love he spent on you and you only?

giyuu let out a sharp gasp, his knees buckling beneath him from the pain that scratched at the inside of his throat. his fingers clawed at the skin, mouth open as he coughed desperately into the damp dirt by his feet. eyes burning, a fire bubbling and climbing beneath the skin, until finally it released, revealing an anemone flower, bloodied and crumpled, by the foot of your headstone.

he stared for several long, quiet moments, taking in the sight of your favorite flower. the memory still felt clear in his mind, as if you rambling excitedly about the petals happened just mere hours ago.

was this the universes way of punishing him? playing a cruel joke that he did not get to laugh at? another round of coughs overcame his body, blood blending with the pouring rain and petals growing damp and just a ruined as he felt. eventually giyuu produced so many flowers and thorns that he lay his body on the dirt, no longer caring about anything but the fading image of your smile.

even if it were a punishment he would accept it. he would lay in this newly made garden of anemone flowers if it meant he’d get to see you again. if it allowed him even a fraction of hope he’d normally never cling on to. he crumbled the petals between his fingertips, releasing a rigid breath into the rain while closing his tired eyes.

perhaps soon, he would no longer have to reach for something out of touch.

menu. lava cake.

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kleftiko · 10 months

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❦ GIYUU X PREGNANT!READER

cw: none, this is fluff, fem!reader

"you have a wife?!" sanemi yelled.

"you’re lying." obanai mumbled. "that’s sad."

"tomioka, how sweet!" mitsuri called.

giyuu’s eyes narrowed at rengoku, the bright man just smiled innocently.

"i had no idea they didn’t know," he sheepishly said.

as soon as giyuu got back from his mission, the flame hashira informed him that his wife was in the butterfly mansion. something had happened, and she needed to be taken to shinobu. unfortunately, rengoku wasn’t known for being quite—blasted eardrums will do that to a person—so the other hashira in the perimeter got to hear (for the first time) that not only was giyuu NOT single, he was MARRIED.

they ended up following him through the halls, pestering him with questions until they reached the room you stayed in. your husband ignored them like usual, the only thing on his mind being your well being.

his nerves were calmed, however, immediately upon seeing you laying in bed, a smile on your face as you chatted with shinobu.

"how are you feeling?" giyuu’s tone was soft as he blocked you from the prying eyes of the other hashira in the doorway. he made his way towards your side.

"tired." you smiled at him, letting your husband hold your hand and run his thumb over your fingers. "shinobu said it was a false contraction."

"it was caused by stress," your friend’s calming voice said. "makes sense, tomioka, anyone married to you would be on edge."

your husband just grumbled at his friend as you giggled. he then helped you sit up in bed, the blankets falling off to reveal your pregnant stomach to the small audience watching.

"you had sex?!" sanemi screamed.

oblivious to the small mass of people staring at you, sanemi’s outburst startled you, causing you to grab onto your husband’s haori. he instinctively pulled you close, his soft look switching to a death glare towards the doorway.

"hush!" giyuu seethed at him, finally giving attention to the posse. "she’s nine months pregnant; shut up."

although listening and lowering his voice, sanemi didn’t let his question go unanswered. "you’re not a virgin?"

"go away," giyuu deadpanned. "all of you, go away. now."

"it’s okay, darling," you tried to soothe him. "maybe you should introduce me to your friends."

you felt him tense up at that. he didn’t let go of your hand, and he only moved half a step away from you (half of them still couldn’t see you), and he spoke with a monotone voice. "this is my wife, y/n. she’s pregnant with our first child."

the was no verbal reaction from the onlookers, just looks of disbelief from the four of them. it felt like you were an animal in the zoo with the way they were all staring dumbfounded at you.

it took a couple minutes for shinobu and rengoku to get the others out, leaving you and giyuu alone in the room. as soon as the door closed, your husband grabbed your face and peppered kisses all over it, causing you to giggle. he took a seat on the edge of the bed to be closer to you.

"i’m so sorry," he said, kissing your lips. "i’m sorry i wasn’t here."

"it’s okay, baby." you let your head rest on his shoulder. "i’m just glad i didn’t give birth."

"i would never forgive myself if i was gone for that." giyuu’s hand ran up and down your back comfortingly.

you sigh in relief, turning your head to place a kiss on his neck.

"well now that you’re here, let’s get this baby out of me."

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sunstaar · 2 years

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Memories of Before

Giyū Tomioka x gn!reader

Word Count: 1,1k

Warning: spoilers for the end of the manga

Ao3

Summary: Cutting your husband Giyū's hair had been just what the two of you needed to make peace with the memories of before.

On some occasions, you dearly missed being able to run your fingers through the long strands of your husband’s raven mane. When he sat on the patio outside your shared home, sometimes the light shone past his hair in such a way that made it appear as long as it had once been, reaching almost all the way to the small of his back in its spiky fashion. As soon as he shifted in his position, however, the illusion of what had once been would be lost.

You could understand why your husband had made the decision to chop off most of its length, or rather why he had decided to ask you to do it for him, following the battle against Muzan. Not only were memories of his childhood and time as an active demon slayer attached to his long obsidian hair, but it was also difficult to take care of now that he only had one arm instead of two. Washing it had become a chore more than anything, something he couldn’t do without your aid.

It had bothered him a long time before he finally asked you to cut it off one early morning.

You could remember that day rather vividly, the feeling of the cool metal scissors in your hand, the way his long hair felt in your other hand as you gripped it carefully and especially the noise of cutting through strand by strand, careful not to injure your husband in any way.

Before you had gone ahead and cut it off, however, you had asked, “Are you sure, Giyū?” It had been insensitive of you to ask, you knew that now when you looked back upon the distant memory. Your husband was not a man to make brash decisions without putting much thought into them. He was calculated and was able to keep a cool head when others weren’t able to. Doubting him felt like doubting all logical thinking, as though you were doubting his thoughtfulness and thoroughness.

It had not even taken Giyū a second to react. He nodded almost enthusiastically, his hair wildly moving along his head’s motion. You were close to having to calm him down, his excitement for a change obvious to you.

“Let’s do this then.” You muttered to yourself as you grabbed most of his hair with your one hand, only to then move the scissors toward it with your other hand. The first cut was the hardest, there was no doubt there. The sound the scissors made as they cut through his hair was disgusting, you thought. So much so that you shivered involuntarily, but still continued on with your appointed mission. You wanted Giyū to be happy, after all.

It wasn’t your first time cutting someone’s hair, and you also knew it wouldn’t be the last time. Countless times already, you had gone ahead and cut your own hair and even that of a fellow demon slayer, but given your husband an entirely new haircut? That wasn’t something you could say you had done before.

There was a first time for everything, after all.

With each more crunch of the scissors against his dry obsidian hair, more and more strands of it fell to the floor, adding to the hair already contrasting the light wooden floors of your home. The mop of obsidian hair that used to run along his back now settled on the floor, appearing so unfamiliar to you once you peaked down at it. The strands felt almost dead in your hands, long gone and let go of by your husband. Especially as strand by strand fell down, Giyū sat up straighter the more of the weigh of his hair he was relieved of.

Seeing him, your husband, with his hair so short, so different, left you a bit flabbergasted, admittedly. The gasp you let out was louder than intended and something you were unable to hide behind your hand.

With his deep blue eyes sparkling with a newfound livelihood, Giyū turned to look over at you. “What is it, my love?”

You looked at your husband and his new appearance intensely, the way his shorter hair gave him a more carefree appearance and his posture appeared more relaxed than slouched, all those things added up and made him look almost as though he were forming into a better version of himself. His skin did not appear as pale as it always did during his time as a demon slayer anymore and instead took on a more healthy shade, one that allowed for the current red flush of his cheeks to stand out as he looked at you, his lips parted.

At that moment, you realized, your husband looked as stunning as ever. It wasn’t that before his bold choice of a change that he hadn’t been beautiful, because you had always known for your husband to be the most beautiful man you have ever set your eyes upon. Following his haircut, however, there had been something that was as though his flame of life was anew, gifted a new spark to have it burn as bright as ever.

However, no word could describe how you felt when you heard your husband let out laugh after laugh, his laughter almost unstoppable and uncontrollable, something carefree lingering behind it. As though the ghosts and shadows of doubts tied to his back had been banished away, the Giyū he always could have been, was almost reborn and sitting there to shoot you a smile, inviting you to sit on the patio beside him.

You accepted his invite gladly and stepped out onto the patio to settle down beside the love of your life. Then, you rested your head onto his shoulder and let out a sigh, further snuggling into his side.

Teasingly, his head bumped against your head, a short laugh escaping your lips.

From the peripheral of your vision, you could see a hint of a smile playing on your husband’s lips. “Do you think Nezuko and Tanjirou will come by soon again?”

Giyū hummed, a happy-sounding noise you welcomed. “Maybe.”

“They couldn’t stay away from you for a month, even if they tried,” You told him. “I think they like you too much.”

His lips tugged up into a small smile. “You think so?”

Leaning against his side, you felt safe. Careful not to hurt him, you leaned upward and pressed a kiss to the side of his jaw. “Trust me, my love, I know so.”

Your hand meanwhile moved to rest in his hair, gently playing with the short strands of his vivid obsidian hair as though captivated by it. While usually your hand would move further down, combing through the previously long strands, now that wasn’t possible anymore. But you were positive, you could get used to the changes, especially seeing as how your husband was shining as bright as ever.

Hair was never just hair, it had been a larger part of him than you could have ever assumed of it to be. With it, the memories of before were chopped away and all you could do was look forward and welcome a brighter future with open arms.

#tomioka giyuu #giyuu tomioka #giyuu tomioka x reader #giyuu tomioka x you #giyuu tomioka x y/n #tomioka giyuu x reader #tomioka giyuu x you #tomioka giyuu x y/n #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba imagines #demon slayer #demon slayer imagines #hashira x reader #water pillar #water hashira

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zxvmp · 10 months

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Hashira’s Reaction to your skirt flowing during a mission

pov: you’re fighting a demon and while landing your skirt blew up a bit to far…

warnings: slightly suggestive?? if you squint hard enough

characters: giyuu, tengen, sanemi, and rengoku.

a/n: sorry if there’s any misspells and wtv, to lazy to read over

Giyuu Tomioka

- Happened when you were in mid air with the demon and he just so happened to look up right underneath you

- Would definitely try and act like he didn’t completely get a face full of your pink panties

- His face would go a shade you’d never expect to see on a guy like him, red.

- “Is everything okay?” Soemthing you’d ask to make sure he wasn’t about to pass out

- After seeing it, he’d probably pause during the fight making you yell at him to move

- Even though you guys are dating he’s still flustered

“Giyuu, what’s up with you?” You ask holding your hand up to his flushed cheeks.

“It’s nothing, how about we find a place to stay for the night?”

“But this mission wasn’t even that far from headquarters-”

He doesn’t reply and just drags you away towards an inn, you could tell when he wanted something…and you knew what that something was…

Sanemi Shinazugawa

- Happened when you did a flip backwards to dodge a demons attack

- Would stare at you like you have three heads

- Kills the demon in seconds after seeing your skirt fly up to reveal your cute panties

- Has a shit eating grin as he looks at you, which you were oblivious to the fact you just basically flashed him

- Adds extra wind to his attack just to see your skirt flow

“That was quick!” You smile putting your sword away.

“Nice underwear.” Sanemi said pulling you in by your waist.

Your face immediately began to heat up, did your skirt show a bit more than it needed?

“Shut up you perv!” You say nudging him.

Even though you two were dating you still were embarrassed, later that night he’d definitely have to take a peak.

Kyojuro Rengoku

- It happened as you jumped in front of him to help deflect the demons attack

- You felt a little air brush against an area but quickly shrugged it off and continued to follow through with your attacks

- A loud gasp was heard from behind you..

- His face is most definitely lit up, and a slight smile is on his face

“Oh my!” Rengoku yelled.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” You ask innocently, oblivious to the fact you just shoved your butt in his face.

“You may need a longer skirt, (y/n)!” Rengoku chuckled as he patted your back.

Tengen Uzui

- We all know, he’d definitely smack your ass

- Happened in the same situation with Rengoku, your ass on full display for him

- You yelped after the contact his hand made with your body

- No shame, not at all

- in a modern au he’d yell gyat, don’t tell me otherwise

“What the hell!?” You say rubbing your butt to try and calm the stinging pain.

“We have got to find a place tonight.” Tengen snickered as he sliced the demons neck.

“Yeah like i’ll let you do anything to me.” You smirk, knowing you’d get on your knees if he said so.

“Oh really?”

#giyuu x reader #tomioka x you #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku x reader #sanemi x y/n #sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #tengen uzui #tengen x reader

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a1tie · 10 months

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𝓢𝓾𝓻𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮…

A small smut fic of you and Giyuu fucking in the bedroom…except…

NSFW! RECOMMENDED 16+

A/N: If you like music, I recommend reading this while listening to Say Yes by Floetry! >.<

word count: 386

warning tags: No plot.

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Breathing…panting..whining..moaning…

The dim-lit bedroom just gets hotter and hotter as the heat between your bodies and your breath fill the air. Giyuu towers over you, his body between your legs as one is over his shoulder for easier access. Your walls seemed to be everything he ever wanted, as he grunts and moans every thrust he makes. You loll your head to the side, your tits bouncing every inward push. Giyuu grabs your chin and redirects your head to face him. You whine as you both lock eyes.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

You have to admit. You looking at Giyuu and taking in the view of him enjoying himself gets you even more turned on. There isn’t a lot of times when his usual demeanor is ruined by your inner walls clenched around his cock, fucking you senseless.

He takes his hand off your chin as he places it beside your head. The way your head stayed in place even when he let it go, and you still maintaining eye contact with him sent a shock of pleasure. Such an obedient girl, no?

Your legs started to jerk as you moaned and slurred your words. The sensation of being filled and empty again repeatedly threw you off the edge. Your eyelids flutter as you rolled your eyes to the back of your head. You grab onto his haori, clumsily missing it the first time from the seemingly unending pleasure.

“Rig..hah…right there. Right thERE~” The intensity of your words increased as your feet pointed and curled. You arch your back, gripping the sheets of the bed. Your legs start to shake violently. As soon as you clench your pussy, he lets out a loud grunt as he bites his lower lip. His grunts continue as ropes of semen land in you. The feeling was overwhelming. You controlled yourself, slowly exhaling whines and moans as he keeps inserting to let his and your high subside. He grabs your breast for useless support, and leans down to kiss you. You and his tongue intertwine, hands touching sensually in places that you never knew were so sensitive. This is the third time you both have been so desperate for each other. When will this progress? You will never know, but the scandal sure does arouse you.

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mwah!~ based on a request from one of my mutuals on Tiktok!

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dollwrites · 1 year

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𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 — 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, coercion, dub con, giyuu treats reader like a pillow princess ( derogatory ), degradation, virgin!reader, dacryphilia, the teensiest bit of dd/lg vibes if you squint, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ∣ pacify her by melanie martinez

“What would you do to keep your family safe?”

you hadn’t even stopped to think about it. the slayer was standing in front of you, azul gems cold and unreadable— awaiting your answer. you didn’t hesitate. “Anything. Just please, please help us.”

maybe you should’ve been more specific.

“Please be gentle,” you’d whispered upon watching him undress. you’d sat on your bed already stripped, hugging your knees as he did so, your eyes tracing every scar that littered his lean, toned abdomen. there were more than you’d imagined, some bruising that hadn’t yet healed, but he didn’t wince when he tossed his uniform aside. “It’s… my first time.” the apples of your cheeks were on fire, and you tried not to glance down at his manhood. it was a surprisingly difficult feat; you’d never even lain eyes on a naked man, and you were trembling, absolutely wracked with the anxiety of it all.

you look up at him, and he’s busy untying his hair. it erupts in thick, raven tresses that waterfall over his shoulders and down his back. those cold, blue eyes are zeroed in on you. “Be a good girl for me and I’ll be good to you.” was what came out of his perma-frown. your heart slammed into your rib cage in rapid thumping. he took a step towards you, and at first, you scooted back; you weren’t sure why you felt the need to recoil, other than how intimidating he was. he hardly spoke at all. the entire time you’d told him about the demon wreaking havoc in your village, he’d simply stared at you. now, as he was about to climb in your bed and take his compensation up front, you were getting cold feet. he stopped, brows furrowed, and wrapped his fist around the base of his cock. the movement glued your eyes to it, and they widened in awe. thick and heavily veined, nestled in a bed of dark hair and already sporting a girthy, red tip, he was a perfectly proportioned specimen, even to your untrained gaze. “You don’t have all day.” he mutters, running the pad of his thumb along one of the prominent veins, his eyes flickered to the window. it was still spilling daylight on to the bed where you sat, but it was orange and fading. “It will be nightfall soon. You want my help, yes?”

“Yes!” you blurted, nodding, “Please, please you have to kill it.”

his head tilted to one side, and he gave you an order. “Then, spread your legs and keep your end of the bargain.”

you do so, more or less ungracefully, opening your knees wide. this new position called for your hands to plant themselves on the mattress behind you, to steady yourself, and with the subtlest arch of your back, you offer your naked body to him. you couldn’t watch him stare at you, so you avert your gaze to the window, the setting sun bathing you in warm light.

in less than five steps, Giyuu was across the room and on the bed on his knees, grasping both of your thighs to pull you closer. you gasp, sliding up the ramp his legs provided. you could feel the warmth of his thighs as he drags you along them, the definition of muscled pads creating dips for you to ride over. the friction against your core was unexpected, and you elicit a soft and breathless sound. he arches a brow, watching your expression. “You’re sensitive.” he said, matter of factly, and you nod, sheepish, keeping your eyes far away from his. your knees were quivering, stuck on the outside of his biceps with your toes hardly grazing the sheets, the muscles in your legs were much too taut, making it impossible for the position to be comfortable. “Virgins always are.”

he’d practically whispered it, but you still heard it. it made you wonder if he did this often; did he travel from village to village, offering to slay the demons that lurked there and, in exchange, would deflower the innocent and desperate women like you?

you opened your mouth to speak, unsure of what you could even say, but nothing except a pitiful bleat escapes it. Giyuu had pressed the swollen head of his cock against your core, dragging it along between your folds, teasing your tender sex. you can’t help it, your eyes fall to the display between your bodies and you gasp, watching your netherlips slot around his thickness as it slides against you, the slit kissing your swelling clit each time. “T—that’s— what are you—“

“Shh,” it’s a rumble in his throat, his eyes shut as he just enjoys the sensation of grinding against you, “you’re going to soak me first.” one hand hooks around your lower back bringing your body closer to his, and the other keeps his cock steady and strong. “Your little cunt could never take me without help.” he was right, because the more you stared at the sizable tool as it rubs into you, the more you feel an ache in your stomach, how the hell was that supposed to fit inside you? his cock was shiny with your essence when he shifts under you, tensing his calf muscles to get a better angle, and after one, final rub, he pushes the thick tip between your lips, and it splits you open.

yipping, startled, your hands fly to his chest, giving him a faint push. the insertion burns, forcing you to open up more than you ever had before. “‘S… too… big…” your knees dig into his biceps when he ignores your whining and pushes himself deeper. “It’s…” panting, you shook your head, trying to squirm, but he’d got a vice hold on your body, keeping you in place, “not… going to fit…”

“It fits.” he replies, stern, and uses the hold on your back to press you forward, meeting his push, and your body yields with a hapless whimper from your trembling lips, stretching around his cock. “Feel that?” you nod, blinking tears back. “That’s me taking your innocence,” he insists, leaning close so his parted lips drag over your chin, not quite a kiss, but a growl vibrates in the back of his throat, “no one else will ever have you like I have you right now. Not the boy next door, not your husband on your wedding night. I own your body. It’s mine. Say that it’s mine.”

chewing on the delicate skin of your lip, you tried to control your breathing, but with each buck of his hips, he was pumping another inch into you, tunneling through uncharted territory, and your tight walls frenzy around the intruder. “It’s—“ you squint, humiliated and aching, “it’s yours, Giyuu…”

he moans, pleased, and digs his knees into the mattress to propel you forward, pushing you on to your back. your head hits the fluffy pillow, one hand landing beside your face whilst the other tries to keep a palm flat on his chest, but it slides on to his abdomen as he sits up at the join of your bodies. he grabs one of your legs at the ankle, allowing it to straighten along the shape of his chest, your foot hanging limp over his shoulder, and he nuzzles into it, kissing the silken flesh found there. for a moment, you’re caught up in watching the way he praised your leg, mouth forming seals over every inch he can, kissing it from ankle to knee, allowing the edges of his teeth to tease the sensitive area behind the knee. then, he cuts his navy eyes to your countenance, catches you staring, and you’re immediately sheepish. it felt as if maybe you shouldn’t be watching.

“You’re soft.” he says in response, hips falling into a slow, steady rhythm. this position opened you up to him, allowing him to delve deeper into you. his palm slides from your ankle to grip your thigh tight against his abs, using the leverage to bounce you forward into him, meeting his hips when they snap forward. you start to call for him, pressing your elbow into the mattress as you try to sit up, but his free hand grabs your chin, instead, urging you back down against the pillow. “Just—“ even his breath has started to tremble, chest rising and falling more heavily now, “just lay right there… Just take my cock…” his thumb shifts and traces your lower lip, eyes slitting as he stares down at you, “That’s all I need from you, just lay there, let me fuck you…”

your tongue pokes at his thumb when you whimper, eyelashes wet with fresh tears as he bottoms out and he pushes it into your mouth. at first, you want to reject it, spit it out, the foreign taste of saline on his skin, and the rough, broken pad that must be irreparable from all of the wear, but he only forces it deeper when you squirm and whine. “Suck on it.” he instructs, fingers digging into your thigh.

so, you do as you’re told, wrapping your lips around his knuckle, suckling hard on his thumb. when his pace picks up, and the creeping pleasure partnered with the predominant pain of being stretched for the first time mix together and overwhelm your senses, you’re mewling and sniffling, tears on your face, but you’re staring up at him, uncertain if you even want him to stop anymore.

he looks down at you, his inky locks hanging in his eyes, and he pushes himself hilt deep, stilling there, experimenting. your eyes roll back, but you clamp down around his thumb and suck harder, whining muffled. “I know, I know,” he mumbles. it was taunting, but utterly lacked any emotion, faux or not, other than lust. “I put it right in your guts, didn’t I?” you nod, looking up at him, your mouth sealed around his thumb, but you wince when runs his hand along your thigh and careens it over your belly to press down where he’s nestled. another pitiful, slurred cry. “Go ahead, make all those pathetic sounds you want.” he encourages, rubbing in firm circles, hips rocking, but he simply pumps at the same, incredible depth, as your head rolls around on the pillow and your back arches. “I’m going to cum just like this,” Giyuu shivers, rubbing the bump he’s created in your belly in tandem with his deep strokes, “balls deep in your virgin cunt while you suck on my thumb and squirm, ah, my pretty little crybaby.”

#giyu #giyu x reader #giyu x you #giyu smut #Giyuu #giyuu x you #giyuu x reader #giyuu smut #giyu tomioka #giyuu tomioka #demon slayer #demon slayer smut #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x you

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kakushino · 7 months

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I'm married, Miss

Tomioka Giyuu x Fem! Reader

Your husband is a changed man when drunk.

Tags: fluff, alcohol consumption, post-Muzan era (so minor KNY spoilers?) Word count: 0,8k

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Giyuu and you had gone on your customary monthly date night - to the lively izakaya you had first met at, introduced to each other by Tengen. It was a place that also served good food, other than the good alcohol, which was a definite bonus, but you were not thinking about any of the details of how or why you became a couple.

How could you, when Giyuu seemed to be deep in his cups and looking cute enough to eat?

A slight flush overtook his face some time ago, making you admire him with a bright smile. Your husband was so handsome, wasn’t he?

He took a small piece of food from the shared plate of assorted meats you shared, still a little clumsy with his left hand. He had an adorable frown marring his brow, his lips set in a pout, before he finally managed to successfully bring the bite to his lips, his expression relaxing as he chewed.

He truly was a changed man when drunk.

“I love you,” you told him, still staring at him with a wide smile on your face.

Giyuu paused, blinking a few times, as if he’d just noticed you were there. “I’ll have you know I’m married, Miss,” he retorted neutrally, stumbling over his words a bit, the frown from earlier returning.

His answer surprised you. How much had he had to drink? Before you could tell him you were his spouse in question, he started to speak.

“I’m afraid you have no chance against her. She’s the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He jabbed his chopsticks in your direction, as his coworker Obanai used to do with his finger, accusatory. “You might be pretty but she’s prettier.”

Laughter bubbled from your throat. “Is she? Tell me more about her, please.”

Giyuu’s frown was replaced by a completely neutral face, the only indication to his intoxication the blush on his cheeks. He was dead serious about ‘his wife’, it seemed. “She’s amazing,” he said breathily, adoration clear despite his expression. “My pearl, gods, what I wouldn’t give to hold her right now…” He looked down on his hand, still holding the chopsticks as it rested on the table, looking like a sad puppy. “She’s so-” he gestured oddly in the air, snapping his chopsticks as he concentrated, “she’s so comfort-shaped.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest, your smile turning lovesick as you took in your drunk husband. He was just so adorable, wasn’t he? He loved you as much as you loved him.

“She’s my treasure, flashiest treasure - she’s always got this glow, you see?” Giyuu leaned forward as if he were telling you a great secret. “She’s beautiful.” He nodded sagely, agreeing with himself.

You couldn’t help but to ask him a personal question that had weighed on your mind for a time while he was out of it. “Oh, what about her bad traits? Surely, every human has a bad trait? Like, does she snore, or is she annoyin-”

“Absolutely not!” Giyuu looked offended at that. “My wife- my wife and annoying? No, never. Never ever-” he slurred his speech a little, waving his chopsticks threateningly in your face. “And how dare you say she snores! My pearl only ever releases the sweetest sounds known to man, but you-” he pointed at you angrily, “-you are hurting my wife’s honor, and I will fight you for that.” As if to prove a point, he jabbed his utensils into one of the meats on the plate and ate it, glaring daggers at you.

You were pleasantly surprised at the valiant defense of your character; it only made your husband more endearing, and you really, really wanted to continue teasing him - especially knowing he would remember this in the morning - but your bladder felt too full to sit still for much longer.

You excused yourself, which Giyuu ignored, still munching on the food with vigor. You kept giggling under your breath as you went to the lavatory, a sense of light schadenfreude making you grin wide, knowing he would suffer in the morning and regret his choices. Now however, you would enjoy the situation.

When you came back, your husband greeted you warmly, recognizing you at last. “Heyyy, my pearl,” he smiled warmly, leaning forward against the table to be closer to you. “I missed you - so much.”

“I just had to go to the toilet, dear,” you reminded him with a soft laugh.

His flushed face scrunched up into a pout. “There was someone insulting you while you were gone. I defended you though.” Giyuu sat up straighter, preening a little, waiting for your compliment.

“Thank you, dearest,” you could only grin at that. Oh, you so would enjoy him remembering the night come morning.

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