#like giyuus eyes and expression to make it look like hes shy and smaller like a little bro

[mikuyuuss]

I don't exactly have a perfect relationship with my mom, but she's really the only person in my family who I can trust to have a good taste when it comes to art in general. (no offense to the rest of my family but they tend to have a narrow view in those areas)

My mom used to be an artist herself, so I used to consult to her about my art before I would post it. I would ask for advice on what things I could still improve on, she was really observant and would point out to me things that I didn't notice. She has helped me a lot on my art journey, at least, until I started becoming more confident and self assured.

[mackjlee9]

Crossdresser!Tomioka Giyuu x Seme!Male!Reader [Smut]

Kinks: semi-public, grinding, overstimulation, age-play and mind-break, mention of cervix (could be interpreted as a mpreg au)

!Modern AU!

Masterlist

Kimetsu no Yaiba

Requested by Sukoruru on Wattpad.

  (M/n) was brushing his teeth after he placed the towel on top of his wet hair, holding onto the towel wrapped around his hips to prevent it from falling. He had just taken a shower and was ready to spend the rest of the day... being the lazy shit he's always been.

He spits out the toothpaste after he washed his mouth, and walked out of the bathroom, going to his bedroom so he could get dressed. He had just put on his underwear when his phone dinged on his bedside table.

(M/n) frowned slightly but went to grab it, a text showing up on his screen. It was from his cute boyfriend, Giyuu.

BabYuu;

Do you want to meet up? Like... a date?

He was surprised but definitely happy about that text, the male was usually too shy or stoic to even try to ask him out, so it caught him off guard. But it wasn't like he would deny the offer.

;Sure, baby. Where?

How about the mall?

(M/n) though it was an odd choice, but he agreed to it nonetheless, there's a lot of stuff you could do in the mall, so...

;Okay :)

;When do you want me to pick you up?

No, we can meet up there at noon, it's fine.

And so, he got dressed up fairly quickly, picking black jeans, a white tee, a black hoodie, and his combat boots, grabbing his phone, wallet, and keys before walking out of the house.

He thought about getting into his car, but decided against it, the mall was close to his house and he didn't feel like driving, especially at this time of the day. So he walked there, looking around the buildings and hearing his stomach rumble wherever he would walk by a food place, but he resisted the temptation.

Already at the entrance after almost ten minutes, (M/n) stayed outside, looking around while he waited for his boyfriend. After five minutes, he checked his phone. 12:05 pm.

Well, Giyuu seems to want to be 'fashionably late'. He chuckled at his own thought, imagining the black-haired male just wiping his hair back with that usual stoic expression of his, saying 'Move, bitch, the queen has arrived.'

That thought shouldn't have made him laugh that hard, but because people saw him on his phone, they didn't look at him like he was a weirdo. (M/n) sighed as his laughter died down, and he pocketed his phone back in his jeans, and he stood there for a bit longer.

Right when he shifted his weight from one leg to the other, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He smiled instantly knowing who it was, and he turned around.

"Giyuu, baby, I've been wai-..." his breath hitched as soon as his (e/c) eyes landed on the shorter male, "B-baby...? What are you wearing...?" He mumbled softly, feeling his mouth dry at the sight of the very... feminine clothing the male was wearing.

A pout appeared on Giyuu's face, and he looked down at himself for a moment, before he made eye contact with the taller male once more. "You don't like it?"

His soft yet sad voice made him panic slightly, making him shake his head frenetically.

"N-no! Th-that's not it! It's just...!" He stopped in the middle of his sentence as his eyes scanned all around them. He could see how most of the males surrounding them were staring at his baby.

His Giyuu.

A frown showed up on his face, making the smaller male look at him with curiosity, but before he could ask, a pair of arms were wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to the muscular chest of the taller.

"I don't like how everyone is looking at you, baby," (M/n) whispered in his ear, a shiver running down his spine, "You're mine, Giyuu, no one else's."

As soon as he finished his sentence, they started walking into the mall, (M/n) keeping an arm around Giyuu the entire time, growling and glaring at whoever dared to look at his baby.

You wanna know what Giyuu was wearing?

He had a white sweater, which was a bit oversized which made him look cute, he had a black purse crossing over his chest. A black skirt that seemed a bit too short for (M/n)'s taste -at least, outside, because if they were alone he would think it was too long-, black stockings that had cat ears and whiskers, ending the outfit with white vans. And his hair was braided to one side.

He looked so adorable yet hot, which was making (M/n) lose his mind, and also attracting unwanted attention from other males.

If only they knew... (M/n) thought as he glanced at Giyuu, who wasn't even acknowledging the stares on his body.

Throughout their date, the staring seemed to be increasing, even going further as to flirting with Giyuu right in front of him or asking his number as if he wasn't there. And it made (M/n) really, really angry, he got possessive over the smaller male and he had a grumpy look on his face as he dragged him away by the waist.

His attitude was, surprisingly, turning Giyuu on so much. And he was having a hard time controlling his arousal inside his panties.

At some point, (M/n) thought of buying Giyuu some clothes to cover him up, so they entered a clothing store. He started roaming around, looking for something that could match Giyuu's outfit but also... cover him up a bit more. His eyes were scanning every piece of clothing he had in front of him when he felt a pair of thin arms wrapping around his waist from behind.

He found it cute when Giyuu nuzzled his back, a smile showing on his face for the first time in the course of the day. He stroked the pale forearms softly but immediately froze when Giyuu spoke.

"Daddy~," his breath hitched and he looked over his shoulder, instantly making eye contact with Giyuu. His baby-blue eyes were clouded with lust and a dark blush was coloring his cheeks.

(M/n) gulped harshly and took a deep, shaky breath, smiling  nervously at the smaller, "L-later, Giyuu," the ravenette whined cutely, his small hands began to travel down further towards his crotch,

"I want you to fuck me now, I can't wait." The taller male looked around, panicking about the situation his boyfriend was making him go through, his eyes were roaming around frenetically when he caught sight of the dressing rooms not too far away.

And there were no people near there.

He took a deep breath, before grabbing random pieces of clothing and dragging Giyuu by the arm. (M/n) made the black-haired male go inside one of the dressing rooms with the clothes, and he waited a couple of seconds before walking in too.

Giyuu had already taken off his sweater and undershirt, lifting his skirt to show off his black panties. His erected dick was poking out slightly, the tip already red and glistening with pre-cum. He walked up to (M/n) and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"Daddy... would you fuck me, please?" Giyuu made (M/n) sit down on the single chair that was in the room, setting himself in his lap, "I wanna ride you today~," he moaned softly, starting to grind down on the male's dick.

(M/n) bit his bottom lip hard, his hands moving to hold Giyuu by the waist and forcing him to move faster. The smaller male started to whimper at the friction of his sensitive tip against the fabric of his skirt, making him grind harder.

"Da-daddy... I-I'm gonna cu-cum..." Giyuu arched his back, his fingers tangling on (M/n)'s (h/c) hair, the taller released his grip from the tiny waist, one reaching up to cover his mouth and the other going down under the skirt, playing with his shaft, torturing Giyuu as he pressed on the slit, preventing him from cumming.

"You're so sexy, baby boy... grinding on Daddy's cock like that..." (M/n) growled in his neck, leaving wet kisses along his pale skin.

Giyuu's moans and whimpers were muffled by (M/n)'s hand. His cock was being teased mercilessly, and the thought of being caught only made him lose his mind completely. His body aggressively convulsed on (M/n)'s lap, his eyes going into the back of his head as a dry orgasm hit his body.

The drool that was dripping out of his mouth had soaked the male's palm and fingers, something that kind of made the job of stretching him easier for (M/n).

He pushed the black panties aside, the tip of his fingers pressing against Giyuu's needy hole. The smaller male flinched and bit his lips, trying to keep his moans in. (M/n) pushed two of his fingers in at once, and he immediately started to make scissor motions, stretching him.

Giyuu gasped as he felt the fingers inside of him opening and reaching as deep as they could, (M/n)'s fingers felt good every time, but his thick cock felt even better. He rested his forehead on (M/n)'s shoulder, his breath shaky and ragged as a third finger entered him, whimpering softly as he was being opened by his daddy.

When the (brunette, raven, blond, etc) thought Giyuu was stretched enough, he pulled them out and stood up from the chair, Giyuu's legs sliding off his sides until he was standing. Before the smaller male could talk, (M/n) made him face the full-length body mirror, his palms pressing against it as he stared at his blushing face.

His blue eyes trailed around the reflections until he made eye contact with (M/n) who was standing behind him, and he felt the hard and wet cock pressing against his panties.

"You want it, don't you? You want daddy's cock inside of you..." (M/n) growled next to his ear, grinding on his ass, making him whimper as the panties' fabric rubbed his hole. "I have to punish you, baby boy... making me hard in a public place... what if someone sees us? What would you do if someone saw how desperate you are for your daddy's cock, hm?"

(M/n)'s hands lifted his skirt, and Giyuu saw his erection poking out from inside the black panties, the tip was oozing pre-cum, wetting himself.

"Would you let them watch me fucking you senseless, baby boy? Is that what you want?" Giyuu let out a whimper when (M/n) held his panties to the side, his hard cock pressing on his entrance. "You're not gonna say anything, huh? Well... you better stay quiet as I fucking ravish you, Giyuu."

Without warning, (M/n)'s cock entered him at once, making him throw his head back and open his mouth, about to let out the loudest moan he could. But a big, calloused hand prevented him from doing so.

"I told you... you have to stay quiet, baby boy." (M/n) reached his free hand down to Giyuu's dick, holding it tight in his grip, "Otherwise, I won't let cum."

Giyuu winced at the pain and pleasure of (M/n)'s hand on his dick, but he was holding him tight by the base, and his thumb pressed on his slit, making a possible climax impossible.

"O-okay, d-daddy, I'll be... quiet, I'll be a g-good boy-eugh~," the taller male moved both of his hands to hold onto his waist, pulling out halfway before slowly, going all the way inside. Giyuu choked on a whimper, biting his bottom lip harshly as his sounds wanted to come out.

(M/n) groaned lowly as he felt Giyuu squeezing around him before he started to thrust inside of him at a faster pace, trying to avoid the slapping of their skins, to not attract unwanted attention. The smaller male felt his insides stretching to their limit, but the deepest part of it wasn't open yet, which was making him whine annoyed.

"I-I want it de-deeper... daddy, pl-please~," (M/n) took a shallow breath, his grip tightening on Giyuu's waist and he leaned down, pressing his chest against his back, his dick pushing further deep inside of the small male.

Giyuu's mouth opened and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as a loud yet short moan escaped his throat. (M/n) hurried to cover his mouth with his hand, praying internally that nobody heard him, or if they did, just ignore them completely.

When he didn't hear anything outside the dressing room, he started to move again, slow and deep inside of Giyuu, his fingers sticking into his mouth to play with his tongue. Drool was dripping down the male's chin, feeling his mind go blank as he felt the hard cock inside of him reach his cervix, pressing on his lower abdomen, making a small bump show on his stomach.

Giyuu looked into the mirror in front of him, his eyes trailing down to stare at his own erection, still oozing pre-cum, and staining the skirt. He wanted to cum so fucking bad, but he had to make his daddy feel good before he could climax.

He lapped his tongue around the two fingers in his mouth, playing with them as he tightened around (M/n), making the taller male growl and press his sweaty forehead on his shoulder.

"I'll cum if you t-tighten up li-like that, baby boy... fuck~," Giyuu whimpered at the sound of the moan the male let out, making him move his hips back, fucking himself as he tightened again. "F-fuck... b-baby-egh."

(M/n) had to take a deep breath, before he started to thrust in and out at a great speed, without even caring about the skin-slapping sounds that came out. He just wanted to cum...

The tip of his cock reached the deepest part of Giyuu's body, and when the male angled his hips differently, the shaft hit his prostate repeatedly. Rubbing it on the way out and hitting it when it went in. It was driving Giyuu crazy.

"N-no... not th-there, daddy... d-don't h-hit t-th-there... fuuuhuuckk~." He managed to say when (M/n) pulled his fingers out of his mouth, his clouded eyes caught a glance of (M/n) through the mirror. The male wasn't even listening, his forehead was still pressing on his shoulder, and he felt the occasional kiss or bite.

(M/n) kept hitting his prostate with every thrust, making Giyuu lose his mind, he tried to tell him to stop, that he was going to cum, but the taller only muffled his voice by turning his head to the side, and sticking his tongue in his mouth, preventing him from saying anything.

Giyuu's moans and whimpers died against (M/n)'s mouth, his mind completely blank, only being able to think of his daddy's fat cock inside of him. His blue eyes rolled into the back of his head, his body trembling as cum shot out of his slit, wetting and staining the black skirt and panties he was wearing.

(M/n) kept moving nonstop, his dick being deliciously swallowed and sucked by Giyuu's ass, he pulled back from their kiss, releasing the male's waist to press his palm on the mirror while the other covered his baby boy's mouth, covering his cries of pleasure as he rammed him mercilessly.

Giyuu felt his body overly sensitive, his mind a jumbled mess with thoughts of how good (M/n)'s cock was making him feel, and how another orgasm was approaching him from the overstimulation on his prostate.

He let out random noises that died instantly because of the hot palm covering his lips, tears fell down his face because of the pleasure. He almost felt as if hearts formed in his eyes because of it.

(M/n) looked up in the mirror, and the sight of Giyuu entirely broken by his cock made him growl as his orgasm hit him aggressively too. He shot his cum inside of Giyuu's ass, biting on the pale skin of his shoulder to muffle his groans of satisfaction.

Giyuu weakly cums a last time, feeling his mind fuzzy and breathing ragged. (M/n)'s hands were off his face already, and all the drool started to just come out of his mouth, his tongue hanging out as he tried to regain his breathing.

His legs were wobbly, and he knew he was about to fall anytime soon, so he called out to the taller male.

"(M-m/n)..." his voice was raspy, cracking when he tried to speak, the male only hummed and hugged his waist.

"I'll help you, baby, don't worry."

Giyuu isn't sure what happened after that, but he was now wearing the oversized black hoodie of the (brunette, raven, blond, etc), wearing a pair of sweatpants that the male bought and he's on his back, falling in, and out consciousness as (M/n) walked him to his house.

But Giyuu was sure of one thing, and one thing only.

He definitely is going to keep wearing female clothing and asking for sex in public, because that... was an amazing sex session. 

++++ 2022, January 2nd. I decided to just add an extra warning since I didn't feel like rewriting this again.

2023, January 12th. How was I into daddy kink back then??? Is so cringe to me now 🤢

[tothemeadow]

Oh yes my time is now! the standard pillar girls with a fem reader vs the boys playing splatoon 2’s tower control. Once again they lose(that’s becoming too frequent 😭) and the punishment for them is that they have to wear a typical anime sexy bunny costume, the reader is shy cuz she got small tiddies and the boys keep trying to peel the top part open to look at them 👀 and she’s like 😳(not to mention I got sensitive hips so everytime they hold her hips she’s just like 😳😳😳)

I need to get my ass moving on these requests 💀

‘tower troubles’ / Pillars x Reader

warnings: spicy

words: 1,383

(a/n): Muichiro is 18+ in this!

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“Come on, ladies! Give it your all! We won’t let those fuckers take this land!” you yell.

“Right!” Misturi exclaims.

Shinobu nods her head, a determined expression on her face.

Across the screen, it’s a complete mess of teal and yellow ink. You’re hanging on by strings, too stubborn to give up your position on top of the tower. You wish the damned thing would move faster so you could win already!

“It’s funny that you think you’ll win so easily!” Kyojuro chirps. Compared to what the other guys usually say, his “taunts” are usually nice.

“Knock them off already,” Obanai sighs. “This is getting old.”

“Who do you think you’re talking to?!” Mitsuri yelps. “If you want to take over the tower, you’ve got to try harder!”

And yeah, it does seem a bit ridiculous. Three against seven? Seriously? They should be slaughtering you, but, well, it’s not working in their favor, is it?

You shouldn’t think that way.

There’s a loud boom and then the tower is covered with yellow. You’ve just got splatted! Whoever scored a hit on your character is dead meat. Off to the side, Muichiro snickers. You hastily throw a glare at him, murderous intent in your eyes.

“Do you want to die?” you hiss.

“I do,” Giyuu mutters.

“Jesus, man, lighten up,” Tengen throws at him. “Besides, if you die, you’ll miss out on the flamboyant punishment!”

The mere idea of the planned punishment sends a shiver down your back. No, you mustn’t lose. You can’t. Not if you want to save your dignity, anyway.

“I’d rather him be dead them ogle at me,” Shinobu breathes.

Why is everyone so hellbent on killing Giyuu today?

Wait – no, take that back. In your damned moments of distraction, the timer on the top of the screen runs out for the opposing team. They’ve… they’ve won. The guys won.

“Son of a bitch!” you curse, tossing your Switch down. “This is bullshit!”

“There’s no need for violence,” Gyomei rumbles. He bows his head apologetically. “A fair match is what it was.”

Sanemi cackles. “Fucking right – seven against three. That’s fair alright. I like it.”

Tengen excitedly rubs his palms together, a look of pure mischief blooming on his face. “Alright, boys, now it is time.”

Mitsuri audibly gulps. “I want to go home.”

“I’m afraid not!” Kyojuro exclaims, drawing himself to a stand. He seemingly pulls out a paper grocery bag out of nowhere; crossing to you girls, he thrusts the bag into Mitsuri’s hands. “I think you should get the punishment out of the way, don’t you think? There’s no use in putting it off!”

“I swear to god…” Shinobu trails off.

Getting up from the couch, the three of you shuffle out of the room and into the bathroom, promptly shutting and locking the door behind you in the process. You reluctantly tug off your clothes, a mixture of nervousness and embarrassment creeping up your spine. Your skin feels too hot, the hairs on your neck and arms coming to a stand. This is not going to be fun.

“Hey, could one of you zip me up?” Mitsuri asks, her voice shy.

Turning to her, you nearly choke on your own spit. She’s already in the one-piece uniform, her bare back on full display. Holding her arms to her chest, she keeps the uniform steady so it doesn’t fall. Stepping over to her, you brush her long ponytail to the side and pull the zipper up. She looks too tempting like this, curves perfectly showcased by the costume, legs wrapped delicately in fishnet stockings. A pang of jealousy hits you in the stomach.

Glancing at your own chest, you sigh inwardly. You aren’t a brickhouse like Mitsuri; hell, even Shinobu has a bigger chest than you and she’s smaller than you are. As you look over to her, you can see her clasping the bowtie around her neck, a bored expression written on her face. She looks amazing in her uniform, so unbelievably sexy….

And then there’s you.

You shyly pull your costume on, careful to keep your breasts hidden from view. Mitsuri helps zip you up, her touch soft against your skin. Slipping the cuffs onto your wrists, you look at your reflection; the punishment consisted of the losers wearing sexy bunny costumes, Playboy style. You look like you belong in an underground cocktail bar.

“This is ridiculous,” Shinobu says, perching her bunny ears on top of her head. “I’m going to castrate Tengen in his sleep for coming up with this shit.”

“I think we look cute!” Mitsuri chirps, although her face is a bright red.

“Yeah,” you mumble, running a hand over your chest, “we look great.”

With a collective groan, the three of you emerge from the bathroom, the hardwood floors cool beneath your stocking-clad feet. Upon returning to the living room, the reaction you receive is instantaneous. Tengen, Kyojuro, Muichiro, and Sanemi all give you a round of applause, shit-eating smirks on their faces; Obanai chokes on his own spit while Giyuu casually crosses his legs; Gyomei simply gives a nod of approval.

“Meow,” Tengen purrs, clawing at the air with his fingers. “You ladies look divine.”

“I’m actually impressed,” Sanemi drawls. He waggles his finger in a come hither motion. “Come over here, bunnies.”

Shinobu curses underneath her breath. Either way, the three of you stalk over to where the others sit; you wring your hands, unease eating away at your insides. Sanemi promptly grabs onto your hips, urging you to sit in his lap. The simple touch is just enough; heat rushes across your skin, squeezes at your insides. He is stepping into some dangerous territory.

Sanemi’s a wild card – always was. Sure, he’s not outright coquettish as Tengen or Kyojuro, but he’s not completely innocent either. His fingertips dance up and down your hips; it’s like he knows the effect he’s having on your body. Well, it doesn’t help that you’re squirming, but still.

“You almost look cute like this,” Sanemi murmurs. Running his hands up your sides, they drift across your stomach, inching up further and further. Your entire body stiffens as they slip over your breasts, your breath catching in your throat. “Well, well, well,” Sanemi continues in a low voice, “sensitive, are we?”

You feel a wave of hot breath fanning over the back of your neck. “Lemme see,” Muichiro’s voice speaks up. You jolt as his hands roam your body, slipping down the curve of your spine, making you arch into his touch. “You’re not as well endowed as the others,” Muichiro murmurs into your ear. “But that just means they’ll fit in our hands better.”

“Oi, Giyuu,” Sanemi snaps, turning his head and glaring at the one sitting next to him, “are you gonna just sit there and watch?” He clicks his tongue. “Pathetic.”

The blush on Giyuu’s face darkens at Sanemi’s words. So far, he hasn’t done anything, but that’s fine with you. You don’t think you could handle another man’s touch right now. But no, Sanemi’s words spur him on; shuffling closer, he presses his hands to your thighs, his fingertips tracing over the lines of the stockings. “You look really pretty like this,” he grunts.

Heart fluttering at his words, you open your mouth to say something in return – to comfort him – but then an abrupt squeak comes out. Muichiro’s hands squeeze your breasts again, eager to have you make another noise like that.

“See? What did I tell you?” Muichiro purrs. “Perfect fit.”

“Don’t hog it all to yourself,” Sanemi growls. He quickly pushes Muichiro’s hands away, taking his turn at grabbing your breasts. He smirks at your reaction, at the little breathy groan slipping from your lips. “There we go, bunny. Just like that.”

Giyuu’s hands grow braver, bolder. He kneads at your luscious thigh, at your hip; you squirm in Sanemi’s lap, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip to control yourself. Why must you be so sensitive?

“Let us see, come on,” Sanemi urges. Seemingly getting the memo, Muichiro’s fingers tug at the zipper of your costume just the slightest bit. “Let us look at those cute little tits.”

Wait – what?

“Please?” Giyuu murmurs.

“Bunny,” Muichiro says with a giggle, “give us a real treat.”

Oh, fuck.

[dudeandduchess]

Giyuu x F!S/O: Love Me (Angst, SFW Scenario)

Summary: Dealing with stress and bloodshed had become something of a norm for Giyuu. Saving people from demons was something he did on a daily basis, yet he couldn’t save the only living person— who mattered to him— from her own self; and that was a fate that was worse than dealing with death. Note: Some self-deprecating and woe is me angst for Biz. Just because. Word Count: 1,675

Warnings: Angst, Self-Deprecating Thoughts, Implications of Depression, Implications of Body Dysmorphia, Tears, Lots of Tears, Implications of Character Death

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Silence was something that Giyuu had always construed as something good and relaxing. Even in his younger days, he valued the sound of silence that wrapped around his estate— blanketing everything with a sense of serenity that harped at the frayed edges of his worn heart.

He was the type of man who valued silence above all else, but not when it made his chest tighten with fear.

“I’m home,” The Water Hashira had announced softly the moment he entered his modest-sized home. He then closed the shoji behind him, exhaling softly as he tried to let go of all the tension he felt after his last mission.

However, the prolonged quiet that answered his call made a chill run down his spine; not for the eeriness that it carried, but because of the implications that it carried.

“(Y/n)?” He called again— trying to keep his voice steady, yet failing to do so when it hitched at the tail end of his lover’s name.

Haphazardly, Giyuu kicked his sandals off, practically tearing down the hall as he checked each and every room that he passed by. There was no trace of her anywhere, not even the engawa where she usually sat, which had fear gripping the Hashira’s heart even tighter.

He could barely speak— could barely even breathe— as his feet carried him throughout the house. The more doors that he opened, the sparser his breaths came— until he was close to dry heaving when he opened the bedroom door.

The familiar sight of his lover’s hair greeted him, and eased the panic that had started to set in him; only to be replaced with heartache when he took in the full sight before him.

Glass shards from the mirrors were scattered all over the tatami, clothes were ripped and strewn about, and most of their belongings laid there in the aftermath of destruction that no one would have been able to think that (Y/n) was capable of doing.

And there she sat in the middle of the carnage, with her yukata falling off one shoulder and her hair in complete disarray— as if she had pulled on it numerous times already. Her hands gripped her exposed thighs so tightly that angry red lines had started to appear on the skin where her nails slowly raked themselves over.

“(Y/n)…”

Slowly, the young woman looked up at the sound of her name— only to look away when she saw that it was Giyuu whom had called her. She tried to blink her tears away, yet they only increased as the memory of her lover’s heartbroken and worried expression played in her mind.

She wanted to speak, to tell him to run as far away as possible from her— to let her waste away in the toxic prison that was her own mind— yet the words never came. No matter how many times she tried to open her mouth, the heavy feeling that came with repressing a sob overtook everything else; rendering her completely speechless, as her breaths came out in soft but ragged pants.

“Leave me alone,” (Y/n) finally managed to say, albeit too soft and too broken for her own liking.

Still, Giyuu stepped further into the room— artfully avoiding all of the glass that littered the floor. And when he finally managed to reach (Y/n), he sat down in front of her— resisting the urge to succumb to his own tears when he caught sight of the pair of scissors that she tried to hide with her legs.

His eyes darted up to her hair, really taking the sight of it in in the dim light, and realizing with such a heavy heart that she had hacked off a good chunk of the beautiful hair that he loved so much.

Before he could stop himself, he reached out and managed to brush his fingertips against the young woman’s left cheek— only to have her slap his hand away.

“I told you to leave me alone!” She screeched at him, her tears flowing even more that they had before, and her chest heaving up and down so hard with the anger that she tried to reign in— for his sake, because she knew that she had already hurt him enough. “Leave!”

Giyuu was so tired of dealing with the same problems on different days; he was tired of dealing with (Y/n), and the only solution was to leave her— yet he couldn’t find it in his heart to be rid of her, not because she was a charity case, but because he loved her too much to do that to her.

He could have had any woman that he wanted, yet his heart only wanted to be with the woman whom was slowly crumbling in front of him. And it killed him inside to know that there was nothing he could do to keep her whole.

No amount of words or love were enough to calm her down, and it had become an endless cycle for her to launch herself into the deepest trenches of her mind— especially when he was gone for long periods of time.

The longer that he was gone, the worse she got as paranoia set inside her. Her own insecurities gnawed at her because she thought herself to be beneath Giyuu; and that she was sure that he was better off without her.

“No,” The Hashira answered firmly, yet his tears contradicted the strength of his words, while he reached out once more and gently cupped her face in his right hand. “Never.”

At the feel of Giyuu’s touch, (Y/n)’s façade crumbled in front of him. Her anger towards herself was still there, but her sadness came to the forefront of things and reared its ugly head as she clung to his wrist and doubled over. Sobs wracked her entire body, making her feel so weak and small as she forced herself to look up at him.

Her hands tightened around his wrist, and she pressed her cheek further against his palm, yet her words contradicted her actions. “I’m not good enough for you. I’m so sorry, Giyuu. I’m sorry I’m like this— I’m sorry that I’m so fucked up.”

She was fully aware of what she had been doing to herself, yet she saw no end in the dark abyss that was her mind. There was no reprieve for her, and definitely no mercy on her own psyche as the days ticked by.

With every passing moment, she got worse and worse— tearing her own self down, to the point where she had begun to starve herself just to fit into her own idea of what beautiful was supposed to be like.

If only she saw herself through Giyuu’s eyes, then she’d know just how highly he regarded her; not only did he love her looks, but her overall demeanor— her warmth and happiness on the good days, her immense love for him, and the joy that she found in the smallest of things.

Those good days were far and few in-between, but they made up for the constant darkness that plagued both of them. It was a slice of reprieve for both of their tired minds— yet it was always short-lived and abrupt.

On the good days, Giyuu was free to imagine what life would be like for them in the future; but on the bad days, all he could do was hold her and pray to all the gods that they would have another tomorrow to spend together.

Carefully, he pulled her up into his arms, holding her tightly as she tried to make herself smaller. It hurt Giyuu that she was shying away from his touch, yet he pushed his own feelings aside and focused on her— because she was what mattered.

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry,” (Y/n) kept whispering through her tears, settling for placing her hands in her lap and gripping the parted hem of her yukata tightly in her hands. “I’m sorry, Giyuu.”

However, when the Hashira leaned down to press his lips to the top of her head, the image before him— until his eyes snapped open, to the view of his ceiling being illuminated by the first vestiges of dawn.

Silence rang through inside the Water Hashira’s estate, bringing with it a chilling sense of loneliness— especially when Giyuu stretched his left arm out and felt the cold, empty space that he still reserved for (Y/n).

In the end, despite all the love and care he lavished upon her, it still wasn’t enough to keep her with him forever.

“I can’t do it anymore. I’m sorry, Giyuu.” The heartbroken words echoed inside his head, making him close his eyes in an effort to drown out the unsettling words she’d said to him last.

His heart ached with all of the emotions he held suppressed inside him, as his right hand lifted itself up to his chest and pressed down on the sore spot where his heart was still breaking.

Two years later, and it was as if the scar that (Y/n) had left on his heart was still fresh as ever.

Despite trying to hold it back, Giyuu felt tears prick the backs of his eyes, until they were falling in a steady stream down his face.

Silence was something he’d always construed as something good and relaxing, but not when it meant that he was all alone again.

“I miss you everyday, (Y/n).”

[lovely-angst]

a warm family

**i skipped the whole family dinner because i didn’t want to write it and it was going to ruin the flow of the story**

Having the quiet and reserved Water Pillar as your boyfriend was definitely a change from your loud and crazy life—but you welcomed it. It came off as odd to the other pillars when the two of you publically announced your relationship, a bit confused as to how someone like Tomioka would end up with someone so different from him—but they welcomed it. 

Glancing over at your figure beside him, he wondered back to how he became so smitten over you. Maybe it was the way you laughed, how your eyes would close and your head would tilt back with that joyous expression that displayed across your face before the sound of your laughter filled the air. He loved it.

He loved how you would smile at him in the softest of ways that would bring a smile to his own lips, his cheeks tinted lightly. How you found joy in the things around you and how you loved people—how you loved your family.

With you, he felt safe. He hated expressing himself, he didn’t want to be vulnerable, but with you, he felt that it would be alright. 

And one evening, he felt especially lonely. 

“You miss your family?” you repeated with slightly widened eyes as you stare at your boyfriend across the table. He looked dejected and sad as his eyes peered down towards his lap, where he played with the edge of his haori. A silent minute passed before you reached over the table and grabbed one of his large calloused hands in yours, a bright smile on your lips. 

“Why don’t you come and visit my family? They’re your family now too!”

He felt his whole world glow a little bit brighter with you. 

Walking down the road with your arm wrapped around Tomioka’s, you hummed happily as your free arm carried a basket of goodies. Today, you were going to introduce your family to Tomioka for the first time. He was nervous, to say the least, he wanted to make a good impression and he wanted to be enough for them because you were just too amazing.

“Don’t let the fact that I have a big family intimidate you, Giyuu,” you chirp as you glance up at him from the corner of your eye with a smile. He returned your smile gently before his eyes glanced down, “What if they don’t like me?” his response earned a laugh from you before brought you squeezed his arm gently. 

“My parents would be relieved just to hear that I found myself a man,” you joke light-heartedly. “I’m sure my family will love you because I love you!” hearing you confess your love so openly and out of the blue caused Tomioka to duck his head in embarrassment. He would never get used to hearing you say those three words. 

“We’re here,” you say cheekily, hand protruded out to display the smaller house with nice open ground around. “We’re not very wealthy, but we’re happy with what we have,” you respond, glancing over at your boyfriend with a happy smile. He reciprocated with a shy smile of his own before you slid the shoji door open, placing your basket on the ground, “I’m home!” 

It didn’t take long before multiple heads popped out around the corners, faces filled with joy and excitement seeing their sister back, “(Name)! You’re back!” Tomioka watched as you took a step forward into your house as your siblings came your way, surrounding you with excitement. “Mom! Dad!” you shout as you run towards them with open arms before enveloping them in a hug.

There were many emotions going through his head as he watched the scene in front of him, he was happy your family loved you because you deserved every bit of love, especially since you lived with him now, away from your family. It did make him feel a little guilty for separating you, but waking up to you beside him every morning was more than worth the sacrifices. 

Taking a step back from your family, you stop beside Tomioka before wrapping your arms around his muscular arm, squeezing him gently, “Everyone, this is my boyfriend, Tomioka Giyuu, Giyuu, this is my family.” With all the eyes staring his way, he wanted nothing more but to run away, but he couldn’t risk making any bad impressions. He needed this. 

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“Bye (Name)! See you soon!” your family shouted from the doors of their home as you turned around to give them a wave goodbye. Turning back, you glanced up at Tomioka with a big smile before a sigh escaped your lips, “That was fun wasn’t it?” though it was subtle, you saw Tomioka smile causing your smile to widen. “I would hold your hand, but,” glancing down, you eye the bags of food your parents had packed for the two of you with a smile, “our hands are a little full.”

“Give your bags to me, I’ll hold them for you,” he responds, but you move your hands away before he could take them from you. “I can’t let you hold all the bags! We can do it together, I’ll just hold your hand when we get home,” hearing your words, Tomioka’s smile faltered and your eyes widen in concern. “Is everything okay, Giyuu?” 

Stopping in his tracks, his eyes gaze over your features before he takes a step towards you, wrapping his arms around you and tucking you in his chest, “It feels wrong keeping you away from your family,” he confesses. Pulling away, you shake your head with a gentle smile, “but I’m happy with you.”

“I know what it feels like to have no family, (Name),” hearing his voice so soft, your lips curl downward. “Your family loved you and I know you love your family.” 

Placing your bags on the ground beside you, you reach up to take his face in your hands before pressing a kiss onto his warm lips. Pulling back to stare into his beautiful blue eyes, “Well, we can just make a new family of our own then,” resting your forehead on his, your lips brush against his in a smile, “right?”

His eyes squeeze shut before he rests his head on your shoulder, “don’t say stuff like that, I can’t handle it...” your laughter fills his ears before your hand strokes his hair, “we can though. What’s wrong with planning our future together?” 

Reaching down to pick up your bags, the two of you continue back home feeling a bit better with that little but impactful conversation. Just when Tomioka thought he couldn’t fall in love with you more, you managed to change that again. You always manage to surprise him in the best of ways, and he loved you to his heart’s capacity and more.

[mioriia]

三 | Chapter 3 | Arc 0.3

The Wandering Maiden | Chapter 3

❝𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥... 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕟?❞

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It's been a week since I was hospitalized, my wounds were slowly healing thanks to Urokodaki-san's special ointment. I could barely walk on my own, I thought I lost the ability to walk at first.

Ever since that night, I found out that the girl's name is Makomo while the boy with peachy pink hair is Sabito and they were all adopted by Urokodaki-san.

They were kids who lost their families to a man-eating monster; a demon. That's how much I learn about them, they didn't show it but the looks of their eyes when they told me this... Is just heartbreaking.

I want to comfort them but I can't.

No matter what you do, you must not let a human found out your real identity unless you want to be killed by them.

The voice...

For some reasons, he still continues to communicate through my mind and he never once reveals himself for all I know. He warned me about the possibility of being slayed by the hands of the demon slayer if I'm not careful.

According to him, I can't be killed by those weapons that demon slayers use known as nichirin swords or the changing color swords and it's the same thing with the sun and wisteria flowers.

Kishino's weaknesses are holy weapons and of course holy water, if we were attacked by another demon then our wounds will heal slower than how humans recovered so the chance of you getting killed is higher than you think, idiot.

❝Oh, shut up already...❞ I growls

❝Hmm, did you say something?❞

❝I-It's nothing, Urokodaki-san! I was just spacing out is all... Ahaha...❞

My palms feel sweaty for some reasons, is this what they call the feeling of being nervous?

Luckily, Urokodaki-san didn't pay attention much, nodding silently as his focus went back on the trio who were standing above a large wooden log floating above the water of the river, keeping balance them from falling over.

There were rocks being throw toward them as a part of the training to avoid multiple directions if there was no ground or in a situation where you are in an unbalanced area.

❝Giyuu, watch out for-❞

A loud splash was heard as the little ravenette's clothes was soaking wet with some of his now wet hair blocking his line of sight and instead of standing, he was sitting up in the river as little fishes were swimming around him.

❝The rocks...❞ Sabito whispers, sighing.

Makomo giggles, jumping down from the log as she turn around to face her peachy pink haired comrade who held a questioning expression at her sudden action.

❝What are you planning this time, Makomo-❞

A splash was heard as the next moment heea know that he felt a wet sensation on his face and the way Makomo was laughing at him...

Something snap inside Sabito as he lower himself onto the water, he was looking down as he start mumbling to her.

❝We were supposed to be training...❞

His hands were in the water the whole time as he cupped some of the salty water by using both of his hands.

What is he going to do now...?

❝But if you want to have the hard way then I has no choice to...❞

Cue the familiar sound of the water being splashes and now all of them were soaking wet from head to toes as Makomo start splashing around, sending hundred of water drops towards the boy as a revenge.

❝Water fight!❞

Their laughter were fill of so much joy as they have found themselves in a water battle between them and somehow even the shy Giyuu end up joining their little war.

❝I'm not going to lose to you, Makomo!❞

❝Same goes to you too, Sabito!❞

❝H-Hey I'm still here, you guys!❞

All of the sudden, my heart starts to ache at the sight of them playing around without a care in the world...I should be happy for them right but why?

Why does my heart ache so much...?

What is this feeling?

Why do I feel so weird when I saw them looking so happy...?

...Is this what they call loneliness?

.•° ✿ °•.

❝Hey, stop that! You're making my clothes soaking wet here!❞

❝Come on, Reina! You're going to loose it up for once!❞

A feminine voice chuckles softly as I frown slightly at her but nonetheless, a small smile tug at the corners of my lips.

❝Chie-nee, come and join us!❞

❝I'll pass❞

❝Ehh?!❞

❝Pfft... Ahahaha!❞

The three of us start laughing for no reasons but it was a pleasure moment for us...

°•. ✿ .•°

Blinking my eyes, stunned by the scene flashing before me. Was that one of my lost memories?

... Is this what my past life was like before I lost my memories?

Is that why I can't remember how those girls' faces look like?

They don't have the aura of a demon from what my past self saw them...

Could it be they're humans??

Were they... my friends in the past?

The thought of having human friends made my heart sang in delight, I feel like smiling for no reasons or whatsoever.

This little spark of hope...

I want to stay like this forever, it's a nice feeling like I was being hugged by a big bear.

❛This feeling... It's feels so warm...❜

You mustn't remember your past.

The words of reminder from the voice echoed throughout my happy moment.

❛Oh yeah... He told me that I can't❜

I start feeling down when I remember his warning of the possibilities of danger will come to me if I gain my memories again...

Gripping onto my blue yukata tightly, biting my lower lip. I was so frustrated at my current situation that I end up blocking the world around me, why is this so unfair?

Gods must hate me more than with other demons to put me through this...

What did I do to deserve this...?

My eyes feel like it was on fire, a burning sensation that it's making me want to cry...

❝Hey, Reina! Come and join my team!!❞

I finally snapped of my thoughts when a hand grasping onto my smaller one, looking up to find Makomo's smiling face. I was lost for words when she start dragging me down into the river with her leading the way.

❝You look pretty lonely over there so I thought you should join us too!❞ Makomo cheerfully said in her usual dreamy way.

.•° ✿ °•.

❝M-Miko-chii! W-Wait up!❞

I was being dragged as she lead me towards somewhere that I wasn't familiar with...

She turn towards me with a smile on her lips.

❝You look pretty lonely over there on your own, you know? I thought you should join us to buy some pork buns!❞

❝P-Pork buns...?❞

❝Yes, pork buns! Come on! Everyone is waiting for us at the entrance!❞

❝W-Wait a minute...! Kimiko!!❞

°•. ✿ .•°

❝Reina? Why are you... crying?❞

The expression on Makomo's face was the looks of concern and when I touch my cheek, I realize I was indeed crying when a wet sensation was falling across my face.

Shooking my head, I wipe the tears away as I smile at her.

❝It's nothing... I just remember something... good for once❞

❝Oh? That's good to hear then!❞

❝Yeah, the first time we ask for your name... You said you didn't remember it at first but then you remember it the next day❞

❝H-Hey! Are you saying that I'm getting old?!❞

❝Maybe❞

❝Sabito!❞

❝Hey! What was so uncall for!❞

❝What you get!❞

❝Take this, Giyuu!❞

❝W-Why am I getting involved with this?!❞

❝Attack the enemies, of course❞

Maybe I don't need to pretend to fit in afterall.

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A/N:

Have a cute moment of the water users trio's friendship + the amnesia girl! 😂❤ Thanks for supporting my story, everyone!