Where All The Shit Is

honestly this uhhhhh has no substance just straight up pwp lmao and it deviates greatly from the request as well giyuu is just a bit of a seme here while shinobu is not in any way masochistic lmao m sorry i cant betray the images i have about them in my head. but i dont think i can answer this request any other way so yeah hope you enjoy this. thanks for your continuous support lads

warning: explicit so kids i beg you fall back

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If we traced it back, it started off with a bit of an accident, actually.

a.n. oh man i forgot how i format my author’s note lmao

anyway YUHA LADS it’s been so long since i last wrote anything and won’t you look at that! another piece that’s super all over the place!!! DJKDSFKJNSNJS i want to work on this a bit more but i am never one with huge patience lmao so you know what, fck this shit i’ll just post this as it is. this originally was two separate pieces but since they’re essentially the same (just different POVs) so i thought hey maybe i can mash them up. turns out it’s an extremely BAD decision because i spent my whole saturday and early sunday figuring out how to tie them together and end the goddamn fic lmaoo yes i am a fool (not news i know).

well that being said, please don’t have any expectation because you will be seriously disappointed if you do HAHAHA neverthless i hope you enjoy it! and do excuse the repetitive words and any grammatical mistakes since as usual i’m too impatient to proofread tee-hee. also if you feel like it please leave a comment in the tags or reply or reblog or asks, whatever suits your taste!

stay awesome, and equally importantly (?), stay safe! \m/

“… Your hands are so big.”

Kochou is holding his hand after she bandages the cut on his arm when she suddenly makes that statement. Giyuu presses his lips together, getting ready for playful remarks to fly out of her mouth as a follow up—she seems like she can’t live without teasing him, after all—but she curiously says nothing else. Instead she stares at it with a wistful look on her eyes, drawing circles on the base of his thumb.

series. kimetsu no yaiba pairing. tanjirou/kanao

Since the first time he saw her in the Butterfly Estate’s garden five years ago, hand outstretched as butterflies perched on her fingers, Tanjirou has always thought Tsuyuri Kanao is beautiful.

And to have this beautiful woman lie down beneath him—dark hair splayed across the white mattress, cheeks dusted with lovely colour of crimson, mouth agape and eyes closed as she pants to regain her breath, and lips a bit swollen from his kisses—he sure is the luckiest man alive in this world.

He is ready to duck and indulge himself in her once again, but the sight of her opening her eyes freezes him. Even though half-lidded, he can see the white specks around her left pupil, something that were not present five years ago, shouldn’t have been present if he had been stronger, if he had better self-control, if he had been—

It’s okay. I’m okay.

I’m just glad you’re back.

Her words replayed in his mind, long time ago when he apologised to her for ruining her vision, but still it doesn’t make his guilt disappear. Not when he sees her sometimes stumbling on her feet, squinting her eyes in order to see something better, and have no choice to stay where she is when Kaburamaru is not there—

… He doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve her.

But before he can get up and get away from her, she gets ahold of him first, as if knows that his conscience tells him to leave, to let her be loved by someone who is better than him, who would never hurt her like he did. It is a light touch on his cheek, yet it anchors him down, chaining him to her.

He doesn’t deserve her, but he is selfish and doesn’t want her to let go.

He doesn’t want to go.

“Tanjirou,” he hears her call his name, softly and lovingly and heartbreaking, because he loves the way it sounds in her voice. “It’s not your fault.”

His eyes widen at her words. “Kanao—”

“It’s not your fault,” she repeats, brushing the back of her fingers against his cheek and rids the tears off his face—he doesn’t even realise he’s crying. “I don’t want you to blame yourself.”

Hurt is all that’s there on her face, like she’s the one who has done him wrong, when actually it’s him who has ruined her life. “But I—”

Before he can finish, she loops her arms around his neck and brings him down in her embrace. “Please don’t go,” she whispers against his shoulder, voice quivering. “Please don’t leave.”

Something squeezes his heart hearing her pleas that he almost chokes on his breath. How terrible he is, to wound the woman he loves and hurt her still even now, even though she has forgiven him and loved him so unconditionally. He shouldn’t be doing this. He’s tired of hurting people he cares about, and he especially doesn’t want to see Kanao cry.

With his good right hand he strokes her hair, raising up a bit and kisses her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, before placing his forehead against hers. “I won’t,” he promises. “I’m sorry for making you feel like this.” Tilting his head, he kisses her fully on the lips, before saying once they part, “Kanao?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

Is it okay for me to stay with you?

She replies with a smile, stealing his breath once again and connects their mouth, murmuring, “I love you too.”

tumblr mobile is so shitty i’ll just post the ask as an image so i can put this under read more lol

valediction

Time passed by as she closed her eyes, and when she opened them, it had already been years.

52. Accidentally Witnessed kiss

62. Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up

64. Being Unable To Open Their Eyes For A Few Moments Afterward

Let’s try posting this again, shall we. Sorry for the ugly screenshot. Anyways, have some vague modern au giyushino kissing

*

As soon as Giyuu woke up, his body protested against it. Groaning, he turned his face to the side, burying it in floral scented hair to hide from the sunlight that fell into his eyes. Despite how tired he was—both he and Shinobu had been working all night before they passed out on Shinobu’s bed—Giyuu didn’t immediately fall back asleep.

Frustrated, Giyuu rubbed his face to the top of Shinobu’s head, fingers lightly pulling on a strand of hair at her neck. He wrapped his body tighter around Shinobu, chasing the warmth of her petite body as he tried to even out his breath and draw his body into a lull.

It didn’t take much more time of Giyuu doing that for Shinobu to pinch his calf with her toes. Giyuu winced, but didn’t open his eyes even then.

“Just because you’re awake, you don’t need to drag me along with you,” Shinobu grumbled, muffled against Giyuu’s chest.

Giyuu huffed. “I’m not dragging you with me.”

“Then let me sleep,” Shinobu deadpanned. She was always more prone to forgetting her niceness early in the morning, so Giyuu wasn’t exactly surprised.

He felt Shinobu relax again, determined to get some rest before it was time for them to get to work. Giyuu stayed still, feeling her heartbeat against his, and the puffs of her breath on his collarbone. After long minutes of just silence, in which sleep still eluded him, Giyuu pressed a kiss to the crown of Shinobu’s head, then another to her hairline, and another almost on her forehead (or as much of it as he could get to when Shinobu still had her face on Giyuu’s chest).

at first i thought this would be difficult but its actually pretty easy to imagine them as the kids’ parents lmaoo

boogie woogie woogie

By a sheer coincidence, that day everyone met in front of the Butterfly Estate, each done with their respective business.

Relationship

Giyuu Tomioka and Kochou Shinobu (Demon Slayer)