#Relax Sanemi is still a live

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I don't know about you guys,but I want to make an AU or sanesabi yuri fic of them in high school,and that Sabito is a lover of the paranormal and witchcraft(maybe instilled by Urokodaki),and that in one of they dates,it is literally Sabito asks Sanemi for her help for a ritual,and they are like this picture

[kingkatsuki]

I started this in March and I finally managed to finish it. It was only supposed to be a short thirst post but yet here we are. Thank you if you decide to give it a go💕

Summary: Tengen thinks Sanemi is wound far too tight, and of course he knows just the way to fix it— by taking him to his favourite brothel.

Pairing: Shinazugawa Sanemi x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, reader is a courtesan, implied!Tengen using their services, virgin!Sanemi, sex as a transaction, slight degradation, praise, blowjobs, cum swallowing, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, Sanemi is way too obsessed with reader way too fast (but she likes it!!)

Word Count: 9.4k.

“Allow yourself to indulge a little, my friend,” Tengen clapped his shoulder with a grin, “After all that’s what this district is for.”

“I have no time for indulgence.” Sanemi scoffed, ripping his shoulder out of Tengen’s grip as he bared his front incisors.

It was already insufferable enough that he’d had to spend the last few nights with the Sound Pillar, but it was made worse by the grand spectacle he’d made when they’d both entered the entertainment district for the first time. The bright lights paired with the bustling crowds seemed to evoke even more intolerable actions from Uzui and Sanemi couldn’t wait to get home.

“There’s always time for indulgence, my friend,” He persisted, not taking his answer for gospel as he continued down the brightly illuminated street, “And don’t you want to experience the soft touch of a woman?”

“Why would I want to do that?” Sanemi sneered, rolling his eyes as Tengen waved over at a group of women who were standing at the entrance to an establishment trying to coax him over.

All Sanemi wanted to do was find a bed at the local inn and rest his head for a few hours so he could be alert when searching for the demon that was rumoured to be sighted in the area. It disgusted him that people were seemingly still out satiating themselves with cheap frivolity when lives were at risk.

“You can’t die a virgin,” He continued, mid-wave, “How embarrassing.”

“You need to assess your priorities if that is what you assume to be an embarrassment.” He snapped, “Not when there are still demons alive—”

“Ah, I worry as much as you,” Sanemi highly doubted it, “But You never know you might find yourself relaxing a bit.” Tengen persisted, “Might find yourself less angry.”

Sanemi sneered as he balled his hands into a fist, preparing to land a strike against his cocky fellow hashira before Tengen pulled back the purple fabric to a building at the side of them, stepping inside the brothel.

“You can wait outside if you want, I’m sure you’ll find the street performers more than entertaining.”

Sanemi glanced towards the rowdy men who were currently playing instruments in the middle of the street, the loud noise irksome as people stopped to dance with them. Scrunching his nose in irritation as he turned to face the Sound Pillar.

“Fine,” His lips smoothed into a thin line, “But you’re fuckin’ paying.”

Sanemi lingered outside as he stared at the wisteria pattern against the curtain. His heart pounded in his chest at the thought before he took a deep breath and followed inside.

“Ah, Mr Uzui, your usual?”

“Not today,” He clapped a hand on Sanemi’s shoulder, “I’ve brought a friend.”

Sanemi could see the girls in the background begin to cower away, even though they tried to hide it. Shrugging Uzui’s hand off his shoulder with a growl of irritation as he tried to avoid the pairs of eyes watching him intently, jaw locked as he sucked in a breath of air.

“How wonderful, Uzui-sama.” The lady bowed as she motioned to a young girl, “Our Oiran is unavailable now, but I’m certain she will more than suffice.”

The girl cowered in fear as she was given a push in her lower back in an attempt to get her feet to start working, the poor thing. She’d barely been here a week and she’d already had a difficult afternoon with a travelling samurai who’d assumed being rough was included with the price.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Shinazugawa.” Uzui called out from behind him as Sanemi glared in irritation. There was certainly no chance of that happening, especially at the sight of the young girl that looked close to tears.

“It would be my honor to serve you tonight, my Lord.” You chanced stepping forward, feeling your Madame turn to glare at you.

“Remember your place,” She jeered, the same sickly sweet smile on her face to mask her indignation before turning back to the hashira, “I’m sorry, Shinazugawa-sama. Please let us show you to your room—”

“I want her.” He cut her off coldly, tired eyes matching your gaze as an unfamiliar heat lingered in your chest.

“Not to question your choice, my Lord. But we have many excellent options here—”

“Keep them.” He stepped towards you as you took this as your moment to turn around. Ignoring your Madame’s calls for him to enjoy his night, and request a change at any time if he so desired. It was no wonder she was worried about you tarnishing her reputation, trying to palm to hashira off on someone far more weak willed. But you were intrigued by the man from the moment he stepped through the door, and the poor girl needed a chance to recover from her ordeal.

You could practically feel his eyes on you as you led him down the wooden hallway towards your room, keeping enough of a distance as you slid the screen door open gently. Stepping to the side to invite him in with a slight bow of your head as the white-haired man followed into the room, scrunching his nose at the potent smell of flowers that permeated the air as you closed the door behind you. It was sickly sweet, worse than the ohagi he’d cook at home; invading his senses as he tried to ignore the scent throbbing at the back of his skull.

You could feel how awkward he was, lingering by the doorway as you could cut the tension in the air with a blade. Smoothing down the front of your kimono as you stood in front of him, noticing the way his lavender eyes took note of the futon in the corner of the room.

So this was the seedy shit that Uzui got up to in his free time? Sanemi scoffed.

An impertinent man with three wives who still managed to find the time to spend in the arms of another. Having one woman would be enough of a nuisance, he thinks. But juggling four sounded like pure greed.

“Can I get you anything Shinazugawa-sama?” You smiled, “Tea? Sake? We also have fresh onigiri—”

Sanemi wished you’d stop calling him that. He usually delighted in the honorific when he was called it by others, but the saccharine lilt to your voice as you danced along his name had his cock pulsing between his thighs uncomfortably.

“No.” He bit back the insult that threatened to follow as you nodded in affirmation.

“Well, you’re welcome to make yourself comfortable for your time here,” You continued, “Our services are open to the Hashira for as long as they see fit.”

He scoffed at that, knowing that a Hashira’s pocket was rarely empty so it made sense they’d want to make as much money from them as possible.

“We don’t have to do anything,” You smiled softly, noticing he was silent as he remained still. The cogs in his head slowly turned as he wondered why he’d even agreed to this in the first place, how he’d even made it this far.

“You think I’m scared or somethin’?” Sanemi gibed, maybe a little harsher than intended, but it felt warranted. Your words made it seem as though you were questioning his valour. And Shinazugawa Sanemi never backed down in fear, especially not like this.

“No,” You tilted your head to the side and Sanemi felt his heart rattle at his cages with how cute you looked. Trying to fight the heat that was slowly rising through his body and tickling the tips of his ears.

He felt hot. If he’d have known this was how easily it was to increase his body temperature warm enough to potentially receive a mark, he would’ve demanded that Uzui bring him here a long, long time ago—

“I can just tell you’ve never been here before,” You hummed, “It’s probably unfamiliar to what you’re used to.”

You were right. Sanemi felt completely out of his depth.

“I have no desire to frequent a whorehouse.” He spat, masking his vulnerability. And yet he was acutely aware of the way you didn’t flinch like many would, cowering away from him in fear as though he were a coiled snake ready to attack.

It was at that moment your eyes met his across the room, and for the first time, he recognised the desolate emptiness in your eyes. He recognised it because it was the same one he held whenever he glanced at his reflection. So much time spent wallowing in self-loathing and pity, forcing himself to submerge himself in sheer hatred instead of looking at the ones around him. Sanemi could tell you’d been through a lot too, suffering at the hands of many while being forced into a life you’d never wanted for yourself. Much like him.

“But you’re here anyway, so you might as well relax for the time,” You smiled back, and it only pained him more that he’d spoken to you with such callousness, “And at least you can avoid your friend for a few hours.”

“Is that what all your visitors come here to do?” He sneered but did not attempt to move.

“To linger in the doorway?” You raised a brow, “No, you would be the first.”

Sanemi felt a heat rise all the way to the tips of his ears at this, noticing he’d barely stepped inside the room since you’d brought him this far.

“I don’t bite, you know.” You laughed as you watched him frozen in place.

Could you tell he was a virgin? He wondered if it was obvious from the way he lingered as his body became engulfed in flames. Willing the ground to swallow him whole at the prospect of appearing so inexperienced, and he was surprised at how much he cared.

“We have many people that come here just to talk,” You smiled, settling down into a kneel, “But you don’t seem like much of a talker.”

But that’s not why he was here, he thinks. The proposition had been offered to him, and Uzui had certainly never mentioned talking. “The perfect medicine!” He’d clapped him on the back as he’d led him towards the establishment, a haughty smile on his face. Sanemi was here to try and settle his temper, to blow off some steam. And yet here he still stood stoic in the doorway, silence hanging in the air.

“Well, if you don’t like to talk. Maybe you’d like to watch?” You offered up the option, as Sanemi froze.

What?

He was certain he wouldn’t make it from this room alive, spending years fighting demons only to be scuppered by a beguiling temptress like you. Positive Uzui had fed him to the wolves the moment he stepped through the doors to this establishment and pulled back the curtain.

Sanemi’s tongue slipped out to wet his lips, a futile action when his throat was this dry, as he played back your offer in his head. The words echoed in his ear as he wondered how he was supposed to receive them, whether he needed to say yes or if you would be so kind as to show him exactly what you meant.

He’d never thought much of laying with a woman before. His line of work failed to offer much chance of finding a suitable wife and settling down, even though Uzui had managed to find three. More interested in ridding the world of the scourge of demons instead of cheap frills and frivolity. Sanemi’s only glimpses of breasts had been in onsens or walking through the Red light district. Enough to have his cock pulsing between his thighs as he fought the temptation, but nothing like how you made him feel standing in front of him right now.

“Uzui-sama had said to show you—”

“Can’t you just get on with it?” He cut you off, definitely a little harsher than intended. But it’s to be expected when he’s like a wild deer backed into a corner, as you mentioned the shepherd that had dragged him to the slaughter.

He was going to kill Uzui-sama when he got out of this, he scoffed, the man probably only attended the house to hear that honorific.

“Of course, Shinazugawa-sama.” You smiled, as Sanemi’s eyes now focused on your smaller hands teasing the opening of your kimono, his cock bucking under his pants at the same honorific, “So you can learn how to please a woman.”

Sanemi didn’t want a woman, he had no intention of pleasing anyone. And yet he found himself wondering on what it would be like to please you. Whether your eyes would roll, or your toes would curl. Thinking about the saccharine sigh of his name tumbling from your lips when he had you on the crux of your bliss. And then he began to wonder whether any man had ever pleased a woman inside these four walls, whether a man had ever pleased you—

“Is that even important?” He scoffed, lips coiled into a sneer as you sat back on your haunches.

“Well, it depends. I’m sure as long as you have a woman to lay with you’ll find your pleasure,” You smiled, finding no offence in his question, “But if you help her find her pleasure you’ll be far more satisfied.”

Sanemi felt the heat inside him start to burn as you pressed him to stay. Telling himself it was out of pure intrigue as he lowered his sword to the floor, his palm still clasped over it as he made his decision to stay.

You managed to get him to kneel, although he positioned himself with one foot on the ground. Knee bent as though he was preparing to flee the scene the moment this became too much.

“So you’re only here because of your friend?” You posed the question to him in an attempt to break the ice, though it was more than obvious to be true.

The hunched shoulders and flushed cheeks made it wholly apparent that this wasn’t one of his usual haunts. And that the Hashira felt extremely out of place—

Awkward.

“He seems to think I’m wound too tight,” Sanemi grunted, eyes focused on the way you languidly disrobed.

If he had the confidence he’d reach across the room and pull the haori down your shoulders himself, telling you to hurry up. He’d never witnessed someone take so long to disrobe, although he supposed this was some sort of show you were supposed to put on for the drunken men who frequented the establishment. So he held back, watching as the fabric finally pooled around you.

“So he brought you here to let off some steam.” You smile, beginning to work on the buttons at the front of your kimono.

“And what say you?” He sneered, “What do you think?”

“I’d say your job is difficult,” You whispered, slowly pulling back the front of your kimono to expose your naked breasts to his prying gaze.

Sanemi didn’t say anything, but you noticed his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed thickly. Nostrils flaring as he exhaled softly as the fabric fell around you to join your haori.

“It’s no wonder you have so much rage inside.” You continue, hands delicate in your lap as you allow him to look at you, “It’s okay to let it out. To release some tension—”

You were right, Sanemi supposed. Although since being inside this building he somehow felt worse— the tension continuing to build inside his abdomen as his pelvis tightened uncomfortably, his heavy cock throbbing with desire as it pressed against the front of his uniform. Shifting his thighs as he tried to give himself some slight relief from the incessant throb, as you did little to satiate it when you began to tease your naked breasts.

“Are you a virgin, Shinazugawa-sama?” You asked, although you were certain you already knew the answer.

“What’s it to you?” He mocked, “You’re just a common whore ready to spread her legs. It’s your job—”

“I’m sorry, my Lord.” You smile softly, finding no malice in his words. It was clear he was trying to deflect your question, as though the answer burned him to say, “I was certain you wanted to talk.”

You were worried you may have pushed him too much, that he would turn and flee the room and leave you naked and alone. Or worse— attack.

You’d had it happen before. Men who would enter the building of their own free will, before turning on you at the last moment. Hands wound tight around your neck as they blamed you for cheating on their wives, for making them do this. And it wasn’t just the men who had nothing else to lose; the ones that would spend their final gold on a night with a woman. These were respected members of society— samurai, business owners, and demon slayers. And perhaps that’s why every other woman had cowered in fear when the Wind Pillar had stepped through the door, because they expected nothing less from the ruthless Hashira.

But he looked vulnerable.

“If you don’t want to talk,” You continued to pull back the fabric of your kimono to expose your naked frame to his lilac eyes, the material cascaded down your body and onto the floor as you allowed him to drink in the sight of you. His eyes roamed your naked skin as they followed a path along your sternum, between the valley of your breasts until they settled on your chubby mound, “I’m certain there are other things we could do that would please you.”

Sanemi’s throat seized as he watched your hands reach up to mould against your round breasts, the skin dipping beneath your touch as you let out a soft, satisfied gasp. A sound that sent jolts of electricity surging through his veins. Enough to have his hands balling into tight fists that settled on top of his thighs as blunt nails dug into his palms, focused on the way your nipples hardened as you pinched and rolled them between your thumb and forefinger.

“You can touch me, you know,” You murmured, “I don’t mind.”

Sanemi swallowed thickly at the invitation. It was why he was here, after all. But somehow it felt daunting to reach out and close the gap, unsure where he should even start with you as he stayed stoic across the room.

You chanced scooting towards him across the wooden floor, settling yourself in front of him as you reached out to grasp one of his tightly closed fists. Gently prying his fingers open as he allowed you to contort his hand, splaying his fingers as you laced your fingers through his own, threading them together as your warmth engulfed him.

The action felt too intimate, which felt peculiar to say when he was sat opposite a half-naked stranger. And yet, he found himself not wanting to pull away. He leaned into your touch, his palm squeezing yours as you took it for reassurance, a soft smile on your face as he found himself beginning to relax.

“It’s okay,” You cooed, “We can just sit like this if you’d prefer.”

You were delighted when you felt the tense muscles in his hand begin to relax as his clenched jaw softened.

“Or we can tell your friend we did everything you wanted,” You continue with a laugh, “And that way it wouldn’t be a lie.”

And Sanemi wished he could put all his wants into words. The thoughts that now ran rampant through his mind as he breathed in the candied scent of you, feeling you lean closer to pepper gentle kisses to the side of his jaw. Tickling his skin against the growing stubble that left a shadow as you moved forward to place your hand flat against his muscular thigh.

“There wouldn’t be a need to lie.” Sanemi’s voice was rough like gravel as he tried desperately to wet his tongue, the roof of his mouth giving no appeasement as his Adam’s apple bobbed thickly.

“Oh?” You murmured, feeling no hint of him pulling away as you leaned back to face him. Your breath fanning his skin as you looked at him through thick, long lashes. Sultry eyes flickering towards his chapped lips before returning his gaze, “So what would you like us to tell him?”

“W-what?” Sanemi stuttered, cursing himself for sounding so pathetic.

“What is it you’d like to tell him?” You smiled softly, your hand slipping higher along his thigh, “What stories do you want to return with?”

And now Sanemi was certain this was the closest he’d come to death.

“Maybe I can suck your cock?” The words almost had him falling apart as he focused on every syllable, unused to someone speaking to him with such candour.

“Uh- yeah.” He felt the embarrassment begin to bloom inside him at his pathetic response as his eyes bore into your own.

You managed to get him on his back, chest heaving as you began to unfasten the belt around his hips. Watching the way his gut clenched in anticipation as you palmed him softly through the rough fabric, causing his hips to buck as he cursed beneath his breath.

“You feel big, Shinazugawa-sama.”

“Call me Sanemi.” He barked back gruffly, wanting to hear the sweet sound of his name leave your lips instead.

“Of course, Sanemi.” You cooed. Never making it to the futon as you straddled his thighs where he lay on the hardwood floor. Shrugging off the rest of your kimono to leave your body completely bare above him as he had to try to remember to breathe.

It was difficult to think when he noticed just how close your bare cunt was to his crotch, certain he could feel the warmth radiating from it against his thigh as you began to tug his pants down. Enough to free his aching cock as it drooped hard and heavy against his pelvis, long enough to follow the curve of his hip as the uncut tip leaked pearlescent beads of pre. Your stomach swirled at the sight of him, what he lacked in size he made up for in sheer girth. Thick, bulging veins forking along his girth as you imagined how he would feel buried inside you, the stretch as he fucked to into the shape of him. The thoughts had your neglected cunt throbbing around nothing as you felt warm slick begin to pool between your thighs.

“I was right— you are big.” You noted, wrapping a slender hand around him at the base as his hips jerked in surprise. Biting back a sharp hiss from between clenched teeth at the sensation as his palms instantly balled into fists at his sides.

“Is that what you say to every man that passes through here?” Sanemi spat, but he secretly hoped this wasn’t the case. He was filled with the incessant desire to impress you, to have you fawning over him. Even though none of this was real.

“No, actually,” You smiled, “I think it might actually hurt if you fuck me.”

Sanemi’s cock kicked with your blase tone, certain he was about to come undone from your words alone. But as if that weren’t enough, he felt himself choking back a grunt when you leaned down to press a lingering kiss to his leaking tip. Licking your lips to taste his pre as you stared up at him from under thick lashes, “If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop.”

Sanemi almost snorted at this. As though he wouldn’t be able to overpower you and push you off in an instant, you wouldn’t stand a chance—

“Oh, fuckin’ shit—” All conscious thoughts were ripped away from him the moment you wrapped your lips around his cock. Catching you by surprise as his hips jerked roughly, forcing more of his length inside your wet mouth as the heady tip of his cock pressed against the back of your throat. The sudden motion caused you to gag as you pulled back to cough and splutter, and Sanemi felt downright depraved when he throbbed at the sight of you. Strings of spit mixed with his pre connected him to your mouth as he groaned, noticing the fat tears that now clumped in your lashes as he tried to remember to breathe, “I’m sorry, I’m—”

“It’s okay,” You brushed him off with a smile, your warm palms stroked softly against his hairy thighs as he tried to calm his body down, “I actually liked it.”

You liked it? Gods, you were certain to be the death of him.

You took him into your mouth again as he fought back the urge to cant his hips forward, growling when your tongue began to trace the bulging veins along his length. Hollowing your cheeks as you began to gently bob your head along him as the hand wrapped around his base began to massage his heavy balls.

It was no wonder Uzui always seemed particularly cheery if this was what he got to experience at home. Sanemi’s eyes rolled back into his skull as he clenched them shut, positive that one look at you with your lips wrapped around him would have him coming undone in an instant.

“You can hold my head, show me what you like.” You murmured against the tip of his cock as you pulled back for air before swallowing him again. Coaxing him to touch you, to move you how he’d like to be treated, and Sanmei wondered why he should even bother when this already felt like heaven.

The whiny, desperate whine that vibrated around his cock the moment he held the back of your head in a large palm was his answer. Your throat instantly tightened around him as he swallowed back another debauched moan, tightening his grip as he began to help you bob your head along his cock. Careful not to hurt you as he pushed you down so the tip of his cock nudged the back of your throat with each downward motion, something that had him leaking even more pre as the salty taste dampened your tongue.

Sanemi could already feel his balls tightening in anticipation, your movements sending him closer to bliss as he used your mouth for his own pleasure.

There’s something about being the only person to see Shinazugawa Sanemi like this. A strong, powerful man who strikes fear into the hearts of many brought to his knees as you tower over him.

His cheeks blaze fiery red as the bloom spreads to the tips of his ears as you wrap his cock into a gentle fist, squeezing the base as he tries to stop his hips from canting forward pathetically. The noise that spills from his lips is more akin to an injured animal as he tries to stop himself from spilling his release so easily. But this is exactly what you do to him, the only person that can make him feel this way.

“Do something.” His tone is cold and brash, but there’s no real malice behind it as you have him as close to begging as you can.

Your fingers slip lower from his balls as you run your thumb along his taint, dipping into the sensitive skin as you have Sanemi’s hips bucking wildly as he catches you completely off guard as he cums with a depraved snarl. Hot, sticky ropes of cum spurt from his pulsing cock as you catch them in your mouth, coating your throat in his potent seed as his chest heaves from the intensity. His hand remains rough at the back of your head as he forgets his hold on you, keeping you pinned on his cock as he fills you with his release.

It’s only when you splutter that Sanemi realises his hold on you, pulling away as though he’s been burned as his lilac eyes stare down at you with worry. Watching you quiver as you cough and splutter again, as he sits up in an instant to cup your neck and assess if you’re okay.

“Shit, I’m sorry—” He rasps, his cock still half-hard and doused in your spit as it hangs between you. “I didn’t mean to— are you okay?”

And for the first time, it feels as though he’s let his walls down. The worry in his tone, paired with his wide eyes show you the concern that you hadn’t expected from the harsh Wind Pillar when he’d first entered the room, and yet here he was offering you more kindness and compassion than a lot of your previous visitors.

Your throat burns, but you answer him by parting your lips and lolling your tongue out so he can see that you’ve swallowed every drop of cum he’d given you. An action that already has his cock stirring for more attention as Sanemi bites back the harsh groan that threatens to rumble deep in his chest at the sight of you.

You really had no idea that you’d be the complete undoing of him, he supposed as he allowed his thumb to brush against your soft cheek. Smiling when you leaned into his touch, still settled between his thighs.

He decided at that moment he’d quite like to kiss you. Uncertain if that was even something people did in these establishments, whether you’d even allow him to. Wondering if you’d ever wanted to kiss any of the men you’d spent time with working here, whether you’d even want to kiss him. Remembering that this was probably nothing more than a job to you, another way to pay off your debts and get yourself out.

He’d get you out if he could. Spare you from all the disgusting, rowdy creeps that you have to deal with daily and protect you from the horrors of this world.

“Are you okay?” You tilted your head to the side as Sanemi was brought back from his thoughts.

“Weren’t you gonna show me how to please a woman?” He ignored your question as his chapped lips brushed against the curve of your jaw.

“Oh,” Your cheeks flushed with a delicate flourish as warmth bloomed across your skin, “Oh, yeah.”

You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you’d even be able to handle his touch on your skin. Your cunt already throbbing wanton and desperate with need as your slick began to soak your inner thighs, positive no one else had made you feel like this before.

Reaching out to wrap your smaller palm around his wrist as he allowed you to move it how you pleased, lifting it to move it to settle against one of your soft breasts.

“Oh,” You heaved a sigh as your fingers stayed wrapped around his wrist as Sanemi began to clench his fingers, barely a squeeze as though he was worried about hurting you as you coaxed him for more, “That feels good.”

The words seemed to encourage him as he began to massage the soft skin, calloused fingers grazing against your sensitive nipples that had you crying out for him. Pleased when he took the initiative to give your other breast the same attention, your cheeks flushed as he stared shamelessly at your exposed skin.

Reaching down you circled a hand around his thick wrist, raising his hand as you placed his calloused palm against your warm breast. Thick lashes fluttered on impact as you looked down at the way he encompassed it, fingers barely flexing as he noticed the way his hand circled it. You ground your hips against him, his semi-hard cock poking into the swell of your ass as you remained seated on his abdomen. The motion pressed you harder against his hand as he began to clench his fingers, squeezing the supple skin as a breathy whine escaped your lips.

Sanemi hadn’t seen many breasts, but he was certain that you were the prettiest by far. Gaining more confidence as he started to squeeze at the soft skin, his thumb grazing over one of your hardening nipples as it stiffened to a taut peak. Biting down on glossy lips you watched him focused and intent, giving the same attention to the other side as he began to palm them both.

Sanemi inhaled softly when your fingers began to busy themselves with the fastenings of his shirt, spreading what little was left to push it off his shoulders along with his haori. Your eyes trailed over each raised scar that marred his perfect skin, fingertips delicately brushing over each line of rough skin and puckered flesh. Giving the same amount of attention to each one, knowing that they all held their own story. Spending slightly longer on the long ones that crossed against the front of his chest, dangerously close to his heart as your palm stopped against his sternum to feel his heart hammering against his chest.

Sanemi had never found his scars repulsive, but for some reason beneath your gaze, he felt self-conscious. Worried that you may find him hideous and cower away from him like most others did. Others, whose opinions he didn’t care about, but yours?

“I know they appear ugly.”

“They’re not ugly,” You hum softly, “I’m just sorry you had to go through the pain to receive them.”

Some scars run deeper, ones that don’t mark and marr his skin. The ones that permeate through to his heart, twisting and contorting as they sear into him hotter than any flame. Demons that keep him awake at night as he’s forced to relive the moments he’s received them, times that he’s faced certain death— and perhaps he deserved it. The pain of receiving them was often forgotten by Sanemi. The hurt and damage from each scar would never equate to the feeling of seeing his loved ones slain, from losing his family.

“But each one tells a story,” You continued, smiling softly. Fingertips stroking over the raised scars there, following the damaged skin as you mapped out every curve and ridge. “Each one holds a reason as to why you’re still here.”

Sanemi had never had someone touch him like this before, he’d never been handled with such care. It was at that moment that Sanemi decided he didn’t want you with anyone else, that you were his and only his.

“We all have scars, but some we try to hide more than others.” You hummed.

Fuck it. He thought as he reached around your neck to pull you into a fierce kiss, catching you off guard. His teeth clashed against your soft lips as he fought to deepen in, inexperience shining through his actions as his nose bumped yours roughly. His movements were sloppy and unpractised as he was far too chaste; too eager. Your lips follow along with his to try and guide him, your tongue teasingly laps at the corner of his lips and he does little to stop you. Trying to anticipate your movements as his lips fall open, granting you entrance as you smile against him.

Your fingers splay against his jaw, holding him steady to help slow him down. Moving your lips with purpose as your tongue brushed past his parted ones, delving into his mouth as you swallowed the moans that vibrated at the back of Sanemi’s throat. Tilting your head to deepen the kiss as you felt his arms encircle you to pull you closer, tightening his grip on you as if no matter how close you were it would never be enough.

His still half-hard cock is trapped between your bodies as you shamelessly roll your hips, pressing your lower half against it for some sweet relief as your cunt virtually burned with neglect. You’d never felt so on edge as you were tempted to reach down and press two fingers to your puffy clit to give yourself some respite. An action that didn’t go unnoticed by the perceptive Hashira who broke the kiss to stare between your bodies.

Sanemi’s fingers were warm as they brushed through your messy folds, hiding your face in his neck as you felt his knuckle graze your clit. A whiny, breathless sigh warmed his skin when he felt your tight hole begin to catch against the calloused pad of his finger.

How were you this fucking wet already and he’d barely touched you? Was this all for him?

“Please,” You murmured. Sanemi felt you roll your hips against his hand, as though you were trying to drop yourself down on his finger, eager for stimulation. Granting your wish as he slipped a solo finger inside you, baulking when he felt how warm, wet and tight you were.

Sanemi wasn’t foolish, he knew about sex. But he just had no idea that this is what you looked like down there, what you felt like. How was he supposed to fit his cock inside here when you were this tight? Surely he’d split you in two.

The moan that left your lips was debauched, and the sound surged directly to his cock. Swallowing thickly as he pressed forward again, letting the calloused pad of his finger press against your velvety walls. Trying to draw another noise like that from your throat.

Sanemi was gentle and precise compared to the other men that frequented the establishment, so used to your pleasure being unimportant as they were quick to push into you with little care or decency. Fulfilling their own needs and leaving you a crumpled, fragile mess after with comments on how thankful you should be that they were helping to pay off your debt. Glad that most men that you encountered seemed to only want comfort, a warm body to lay beside so they could fool themselves for a moment that they mattered to someone.

“Is this okay?” His voice was laced with uncertainty, his finger plunging into your tight sex as he grazed your ridged walls.

“Curl it,” You murmured, breaking off into a high-pitched gasp when he brushed against the sensitive spot inside you. Your reaction was an indication he’d found what he’d been searching for as he focused his movements against it. Deft and precise as Sanemi began to pump the lone finger in and out of you, lilac eyes focused on the way your face contorted in pleasure.

“Yeah?” He hummed in satisfaction, “You like that?”

Your cunt clenched around him in response, biting down on your bottom lip as you found yourself rolling your hips in tandem with him, moving one of your hands from his shoulders to slip between your bodies to join his as you pressed slow, precise circles against your needy clit.

“What are you doing?” His voice turned to a deep snarl, brows furrowed as he watched you touch yourself in front of him.

“Touching my clit.” You gasped as he knocked your hand away roughly, moving his thumb to press blindly against your slit to replace it.

“I’ll do it,” He growled, the authoritative lilt to his tone had you trembling as he made rough strokes in an attempt to find your sensitive nub, “There?”

He questioned as he rubbed the junction of your labia, pressing against your folds as you tried to lift your hips to position his hand.

“No,” You murmured, holding his wrist before moving your slender fingers towards his thumb to press the pad of it flat against your clit. Whining on contact as his touch felt instantly better than your own, “Here— can you feel it?”

“Yeah,” Sanemi released the breath he hadn’t realised he was holding in as he began to press tough, persistent circles against it while curling his finger inside you.

“Add another finger, please?” You begged, moving your hands back to his broad shoulders to support yourself as you continued to match his movements.

“Yeah?” He murmured, pressing both fingers against the spongy spot inside you as he began to thrust them languidly, tilting his head back to stop you from shying away from his gaze as he watched your face morph into pleasure, “You like that?”

“So good,” You affirmed, feeling the coil inside you start to wind and tighten as Sanemi focused on your pleasure. Certain your cunt was drooling into his open palm as he followed your movements, pressing deeper each time you tried to roll your hips, “I’m close.”

“Then cum.” His voice commanded, his tone curt and domineering as you found yourself succumbing to the pleasure that threatened to spill over. Your cunt clenched desperately around his digits as you came with a choked gargle of his name, white spots blanking your vision as your entire body convulsed. Sanemi’s other hand splayed flat at the arch of your back to stop you from toppling backwards as he continued to press messy circles into your throbbing clit, prolonging the sensation, “Good girl.” The words had you throbbing as he helped you ride out your bliss.

“I—” You panted, at a loss for words as your nails dug into the delicate skin on his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped moons in their wake that Sanemi hoped would scar.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty when you cum.” Sanemi grunted, and you had to rip his hand away from your poor sex when the sensation became too much. Already feeling him forcing you towards another—

“You shouldn’t be so good at that, Shinazugawa-sama.” You groaned in satisfaction, pulling back as you noticed his cock practically leaking against his chest from the sight of you. Leaving silvery lines of pre against his skin as he sat hard and ready for you.

“What did I say to call me?” He rasped.

“Sanemi,” You breathed, and the Wind Pillar was certain he would never tire of hearing his name flow from your lips.

Was it normal to fall in love the first night with someone? With a courtesan no less. Sanemi wondered how many men had stepped through the doors of this house with the same question, returning to spend the night with a woman who was only interested in how deep their pockets were. But it somehow felt different with you— the look in your eyes made it feel like it was something more than just a transaction. And well, if it wasn’t Sanemi was positive he’d give every last penny he owned for one more night with you.

“It’s okay if you want to stop,” You smiled gently, hoping that he wouldn’t. Your cunt clenched desperately around nothing as you yearned for him, wanting to feel him stretch you out in the most intoxicating way.

You were certain it was going to hurt judging from the sheer mass that was now resting between your thighs, thick and heady. Feeling the tip almost graze your belly button as you imagined just how deep he would be inside of you. Your cunt fluttered in anticipation as he began to stroke the fat tip of his cock between your messy folds. Feeling them part for him as he nudged against your sensitive clit, making you cry out for him as he repeated the motion.

“Why would I stop?” He bit back, “You’re getting paid aren’t you?”

He hated himself for the words that left his lips, the regret evident on his features the moment he’d uttered them. But it was what he did. Pushing people away before they got too close, before he let them in—

“I’m sorry,” He murmured apologetically, “I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay,” You cut him off with a small smile, used to hearing far worse as you smoothed a hand through the light hairs that scarred against his chest, “Are you ready?”

And Sanemi was certain he’d never been more prepared for anything in his life, his palms still planted firmly against your hips as he watched you reach down to wrap your palm around his drooling cock.

Holding it upright as you leaned forward to adjust yourself so the building tip was pressed against your right entrance. His fingers were no match for the stretch of the engorged tip as you slowly began to coax him inside. The first inch was painful, a delicious ache swirling in your abdomen as you tried to relax. Inhaling deeply as you gave an experimental roll of your hips, forcing another inch inside as you began to feel the stretch. The protruding veins that forked along his girth did nothing to ease the tension as you could practically feel them throb against your inner walls as you sank lower onto him.

Sanemi wasn’t fairing much better, his pupils blown as he was certain he could see every shade of colour. His grip against your hips bruising now as he tried to think of anything but the sensation of your cunt wrapped around him for the first time. He was barely halfway inside, and now he was positive he wouldn’t last by the time you made it to the base— his balls already drawn up and heavy as he imagined emptying his seed into your ripe cunt.

You were so fucking warm, and drenched. It was making it difficult to think as your slick left creamy rings around the girth of his cock, drooling down to his balls as you soaked his skin. Sanemi found himself becoming lightheaded, blindly pawing for your waist to centre himself. The back of his head knocked against the wooden floor as he readjusted his hips, giving you a few more inches as you moaned at the sensation. Catching yourself with soft palms against his chest as you rolled down into his touch, his stiff cock almost wholly inside you as you felt the messy hairs that sat at his base tickle your clit.

You still for a moment, allowing you both to adjust to the sensation. But it feels like a moment too long for Sanemi, a moment that drives him closer to the desperate release his body already craves. His hefty balls are already tight and pulsing as they threaten to spill into your eager hole.

It’s as though you notice when you start to roll your hips above him. But Sanemi reckons this is worse— your tits sway with your alluring movement, the cool air in the room hits his cock when you rise your hips to pull off him before seating yourself back down and he’s certain you’ll be the death of him. That Uzui will find the shattered remains of his body in this very room as he dies buried deep inside your molten cunt. How had he managed to continue life for so long without feeling this? It’s now the only pleasure he ever wants to indulge in as he watches you intently through blown eyes.

“Are you okay?” You hum with a teasing swirl of your hips and Sanemi has to wet his lips to reply. His tongue rolls over white teeth before clearing his throat, a heavy rumble in his chest as calloused fingers dip into the fat at your hips.

“‘m fine,” It’s all he can muster. Certain if he says more it’ll be over, and Sanemi doesn’t want this to be over, “Fuckin’ tight.”

“You feel so good,” You offer in return, “Stretching me so much—”

And Sanemi isn’t sure he even wants to hear it. Uncertain whether it’s because you have his cock pulsing from your sultry tone that leaves him shaking on the crux of his climax, or that he thinks you’re lying. Another deceitful line you give to all your paying customers.

“Shinazugawa-sama.” You breathe and Sanemi feels his Adam’s apple throb in his throat.

“Sanemi,” He growls, low and domineering, “I said call me Sanemi.”

“Sanemi.” You parrot, and the sound of it has his hips jerking sloppily as he fucks up into you, his name now sounded from your lips like a dull mantra, “Sanemi.”

Your hands are splayed across his chest as you try to keep your movements consistent, hips rolling against him as you ride his cock. Trying to commit the sight to memory as your eyes follow every line and scar that settles across his skin, soft fingertips following them as you ride him. An indication of just how powerful the man beneath you is, the man you’ve brought to his knees.

“Oh, fuck.” You sound out, and Sanemi thinks it’s cute the sound of such a vulgar word spilling from your sweet lips.

And Sanemi wants to make you make more sounds like that, to pull every one from your pretty throat and commit each one to memory. Remembering every saccharine lilt and coo as though he’s conducting his own debauched symphony. Sounds that will comfort him when he thinks of you, of this. He moves his hand from your hip, pressing a thumb against your pelvis before dipping lower. Stroking his digits through your messy slit, and when he touches your clit your body convulses. Hips bucking so wildly on contact his eyes are wide as though he’s done something wrong. Taking his hand to press his fingers back against it as you coax him into touching you there again.

Hunching over him as you try to keep your pace, your movements borderline pathetic as you chase the pleasure of his calloused thumb against your sensitive bud. His eyes watch you curiously as he speeds up the sloppy figure of eights he presses into it, feeling the way your cunt clenches around him in response.

“This is supposed to be for you.” You choke out, unused to your clients even thinking about your pleasure.

“Who says it’s not?” Sanemi scoffs; the sight of you like this is worth every damn penny Uzui is paying, “I want you to come undone for me.”

The dominant, commanding husk to his voice has your pelvis contorting as your body wills itself to unravel on command. Barely able to cry out his name as you find your release, your silky walls clamp down around his cock as they desperately try to milk him of his release. Your nails dig into muscular pectorals as you try to keep yourself upright, to hold onto the single thread of sanity you have left.

But Sanemi’s thumb doesn’t stop against your clit, following your jerky movements as your hips coil and spasm. Keeping his touch firm and persistent as he helps you ride out one climax to have you soaring towards another.

It’s too much, and you’re not sure you can handle it as your hands slip down to wrap around his wrist. Feebly trying to pull his grip away from your sloppy cunt as you watch the muscles in his arm tighten, veins popping out proudly as they fork towards his wrist. Practically snarling as he easily fights your weaker grip, “Don’t.”

And once again he throws you into ecstasy, your body trembling as another intense orgasm surges through your veins. Soaking his cock with your essence as you feel how wet and sloppy you are between your thighs, any friction dissipating as it’s all you can do but pathetically grind yourself against his finger while you ride out your bliss.

“Sanemi,” You whine, unable to hold yourself upright as you feel yourself falling forward onto his chest. Your face nuzzled into the junction of his neck as you trap his muscular arm between your bodies, his thumb still at your overstimulated clit as he gives it a few more lingering swipes, “S’too much.”

And Sanemi has to agree. It’s far too much, but also not enough at the same time. His cock throbs at the feeling of your drenched walls soaking him, fluttering in the aftershocks of your release as he’s certain he’s on the cusp of his own end. Slipping his arm from between your bodies in ease in favour of wrapping both arms around you, pinning you against his chest as he bends both his legs at the knee. Planting his feet on the hardwood floor for stability as he holds you against him.

He catches you by surprise as he begins to thrust up into you. His movements are chaotic and messy, with a deep-set sense of urgency as he chases his release. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixes with the syrupy wetness of your cunt that has your cheeks burning fiery red as you pant and whine against his neck. Mouthing at the thin layer of sweat that sticks to his skin, the salty taste of it mitigating on your tongue as you let him use you for his pleasure.

“Fuck, Sanemi.” Your voice sings out against the column of his throat and his hips give one more rugged jolt as he buries himself inside you to the hilt and coats your inner walls with balmy spurts of cum. The sensation causes heat to plume inside you as you indulge in the sensation as he gives a few more careless thrusts like he’s unable to stop his hips from jerking as he gives you everything he’s got left to give.

Sanemi’s eyes are blown wide, staring up at the ceiling as you move with the rise and fall of his chest. His arms still wound so tightly around you that you’re unable to move, left to bask in the warm afterglow as you cling to him. One of your hands braced against his sternum, feeling for the cadence of his racing heart.

“Are you okay?” You murmur softly when he hasn’t spoken for a while, and you’re met with a delicate kiss to your temple as he tightens his grip.

You’re certain you lay there for hours after, his warmth engulfing you as he traces gentle patterns against the expanse of your back while your fingers cord through his messy hair. Nails grazing against his skin while you feel the pleasure rumble deep in his chest, eyes heavy as sleep threatens to consume you. You shift above him slightly and whine pathetically as you feel his soft cock finally slip from your sloppy hole, the wetness unable to maintain a grip on him as you shudder at the cold air in the room cooling your molten cunt. His thick, potent seed begins to drip from your cunt into thick puddles on his pelvis and onto the floor as his arms tighten possessively around you for the smallest hint of a moment. As though he’d tricked himself into thinking that you were actually his, before realising his foolish mistake.

“I should go.” His voice rumbles, firm and authoritative. A sound that has you moving off him, despite your body’s plea to stay like this just a while longer.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself, Shinazugawa-sama.” You respond, watching as he begins to redress himself. Tucking his cock, still glazed with your drying slick, back into his pants.

You’d hoped he would correct you a final time. Telling you to call him by name as he buttoned the first few buttons of his shirt before tugging his haori back on, but the words don’t come.

You wonder whether it’s because he’s unsure what to say, lingering by the door as though he wants to turn back to give you a proper goodbye. Reaching down to grab your kimono to pull it back over your shoulders.

“Thank you.” He whispers before tugging at the door.

You were hoping it would feel a little less transactional, even though you were certain that this was all it was to him. A coldness now resides in the room that you’re certain you’d never felt before, an uncertain frost that bites away at the fierce burn of your heart. You have to remind yourself of the reason why you’re here, the reason why the Wind Hashira had chosen to lay with you.

The next morning you were surprised to find out just how much Sanemi had left behind that evening. Certain the payment was more than enough to settle your debts and free you from this existence, as you felt the fog of uncertainty that shrouded your time here begin to clear.

You’d hoped that he would’ve left some way to thank him, a forwarding address or at least a note to accompany the payment. But what you didn’t expect was for the Wind Pillar to be waiting at the dark purple curtains for you as you came down the stairs.

[plussizeficchick]

Men that still get shy when you tell them how attractive they are to you :((

Their cheeks get all hot and flushed, they still get a weird, funny feeling in their tummy. They still try to cover their mouth to hide the bashful smile that makes it’s way to their face, but it’s fruitless because you’re always pulling that hand into yours, lacing your fingers together.

They still get flustered when you tell them that you want them to fuck you, that they’re so hot and you’re so wet, even though he hasn’t done anything to warrant such a reaction. He’s simply manspreading on your living room sofa, mindlessly scrolling through channels when you make yourself known on his lap.

It’s subtle, at first. You press innocent kisses to his cheek and he can’t help the quirk in his lip. The smile itching its way. You trail to his neck, kisses getting a bit slower, wetter. He’s not so sure it’s innocent anymore. You start sucking on his jugular and he has to grit his teeth to prevent the groan that’s aching to come out. And when you add teeth? He’s gone.

You don’t even have time to register before he’s got you pinned underneath him on the sofa, veiny hand gripping your throat to suck his own marks into the skin. “Can’t even relax on the couch without you trying to fuck me.” He tuts, annoyed, though you know he’s anything but. 

He grinds his hard length into you and you can’t help but moan at the delicious friction. “You just looked s’good. I can’t help it!” You whine into his neck, and he’s thankful you can’t see the slight blush that makes its way to his face.

He composes himself before deciding to take pity, pulling his shorts halfway down his legs while you pull your panties to the side. You’re both too eager so you settle for rubbing against each other. The head of his cock brushes your clit just right, and you’re so wet, he’s sure he could just slip in.

It doesn’t take long before you’re both cumming, your clit throbbing against his cock, while he paints your cute, pudgy tummy white. 

It’s just not fair, you make him feel like a schoolboy.

— TOJI, NANAMI, YUUTA, Geto, BAKUGO, Iida, Izuku, AIZAWA, Enji, LEVI, ERWIN, Reiner, Armin, IWAIZUMI, Ushijima, OSAMU, Tsukishima, RINDO, Draken, Giyu, SANEMI, ILLUMI, ZORO, Ace, LAW

[meowzfordayz]

when you’re inebriated and don’t recognize them — gyomei, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Author’s Note: a lil lighthearted (+hopefully humorous) fluff for tn. 🥰

when you’re inebriated and don’t recognize them — gyomei, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~1,400

CW: alcohol, explicit language

Suggestion Fulfilled: how do you think the hashira will react when you're clearly drunk and they want to help you, but you push the away, clearly not recognizing them, and then you say something along the lines of, " No I have a S/o, don't touch me”

~faqs~

“Don’t touch me! You! Gigantic! Oaf!”

*big sigh* 🥲

Smiling gently to himself, Gyomei takes another slow step forward

Thank goodness we’re home he thinks to himself, well aware of how this current situation would appear to unknowing onlookers 🙃 

“I’ll bite you!” 😤

Newsflash: slapping at his outstretched hands is doing next to nothing 🥴

The man is a wall 🧱

“Please,” he tries again, “Let me help you.”

You huff, eyes rolling, “I don’t need help.”

“Your shoes are still on, as is your coat, and you’re heading in the opposite direction of the bedroom.” 🤨

Somehow, the calmness of his voice riles you even further 😒

“How do you know?” you scoff, “Maybe I’m taking the long way around.” 🙄

“Love, I live here,” he can’t help the fond exasperation creeping into his tone, “I live here with you.”

“No,” you snort, “You wish you lived here with me, but that honor belongs to my amaaazing boyfriend.” 😌

“And where might he be?” Gyomei asks politely

“He-” your eyes narrow, confusion clouding your vision as you frown slightly, “I’m not sure.” 😖

“Well how about you call him?”

Glaring at the looming (actually, Gyomei is standing quite casually and relaxed) man in front of you, you tug your phone out of your pocket

“Hey Siri, call The Love of my Life.”

Interesting Gyomei’s heart flutters —> you’ve never actually showed him his contact info

—Fortunately for you, he’s too much of a sweetheart to ever hold this secret against you

—What happens when you’re drunk, stays with when you were drunk 😉

“NO WAY!” you exclaim as his phone begins ringing, “YOU’RE HIM?!” 😳🤯😭

“Yes, love,” Gyomei chuckles tiredly, “I’m him.”

“I’m sooooo sorry,” you whimper, suddenly falling willingly and clingy into his arms, whining now as you pout up at him, “I’m going to have the worst hangover eeeverrr,” gasping dramatically, “Gyyyomeeeei!!!!!”

“As flattered as I am by your interest, I have a boyfriend,” you say, politely brushing off the warm hands of the stranger attempting to help you as you sit haunched on a bench 😮‍💨

Aforementioned stranger’s brow furrows, mouth pursing before stretching into a bright grin, laughter ringing through your ears 🤗

The hell is this guy on? 🧐

“I promise your boyfriend would be okay with me helping you,” Kyojuro chuckles, arms crossed as he watches you carefully 

“Oh yeah?” you mutter, hiding your confusion beneath a cool tone, “What’s his name then?”

“Rengoku Kyojuro!” he immediately answers, still grinning, “Not many people look like him…” ❤️‍🔥

Your face crinkles as you take in the man’s appearance once more, eventually shaking your head as you huff

“Nice try,” you smirk, “But if I was really drunk, then my Kyojuro wouldn’t think twice about getting me home, no matter how difficult I was being.” 😌

*cue a particularly fond memory of Kyojuro carrying you all the way home from the bar when you refused to get in a cab but didn’t want to walk and definitely wasn’t sober enough to sit on the handlebars of a bicycle* 😝

Kyojuro blames the blossoming warmth in his stomach at your my Kyojuro for his next actions

Aka scooping you into his arms and hoping his cologne does the trick 😅

(it usually does — he assumes his sweatshirts go missing for this exact reason 🫢)

“PUT ME DOW- 🤬 BAAABYYY! 😍” you squeal as soon as his sweaty, familiar scent hits your nose, “You do love meee!!!!!”

“I absolutely do,” he murmurs adoringly, unfazed by your sudden switch in demeanor, “After all, your Kyojuro always gets you home, right?” 🥺

“Right!” you beam up at him, your hostility all but dissipated as you nuzzle into the crook of his shoulder, “M’gonna sleep now, ‘kay?” 🥱

Kyojuro thinks about how long the walk home is, flexes his forearms, and smiles 🥰

“Of course. Sweet dreams, my heart.” 😴

Send help pls and ty 🙃

This man is at his wit’s end

On one hand, you’re refusing to Uber home with him 😕

On the other hand, he can’t just leave you at the bar 😒

And the last thing he wants is to order two separate rides home, and then have to patiently explain that he isn’t stalking you, nor is he breaking in, because 

“For fuck’s sake, I’m literally your boyfriend!” 😐

“My boyfriend would never speak to me like that!” you retort, eyes narrowed 😠

Actually Sanemi thinks wryly to himself Your boyfriend doesn’t know how to speak in any other way

“Because your boyfriend’s so damn perfect?” he growls, “Doesn’t ever cuss or lose his patience?”

“Well,” you begin pertly, “He is perfect! He brings me breakfast in bed, holds open doors for me, mends the holes in my socks, washes my back when we shower together…” ☺️

Sanemi is very pink rn 😃

He’s torn between wanting to kiss you square on the mouth and never doing a nice thing for you ever again 🫠

“... but he,” you trail off, tears abruptly brimming as you come to a startling realization, “But he’s so ruuude,” wailing as Sanemi simply watches you unfold, “He teases me whenever I stub my toe on something, pushes me off the bed when we wrestle, and, and, and-”

“And what?” he asks dryly

You gulp, refusing to meet the gaze of the handsome, persistent man still standing in front of you — despite your resolute rejections of him, “I think you might actually be my boyfriend.” 😭

He actually laughs, arms opening as you barrel into him, sobbing into his embrace, thin olive shirt sticking to his skin as you squeeze his sides

“Sanemi,” you whisper, embarrassment coating your voice

“Mmm, darling?” his own rich with amusement

“I want to go home,” you mumble 😔

“You sure?” he smirks fondly, “Even with me?”

Groaning loudly, you press your face harder into his chest, eyes closing as you focus on the steady warmth of his heartbeat 💓

Dismay might as well be Giyuu’s middle name

Because he has no idea how he’s going to get you home 😓

Shinobu abandoned you guys earlier, flitting from one bar to the next

And for the sake of his dwindling dignity and pride, Giyuu is not about to interrupt Tengen and his wives at their table to ask for ~assistance 😬

Kyojuro would be an option, if he wasn’t the lightest weight of all, and already home in bed (he left over an hour ago) 🙃

Shit

“Hey,” he waves at you, heart in his throat

“Hey yourself,” you glance up at him, frowning, “I told you like five minutes ago, I. Have. A. Boyfriend.” 😒

The urge to curl up into a ball and cry has never been stronger 😃

For Giyuu, that is 😭

“I know, I know,” he holds his hands up in a careful surrender, awkwardness in his movements as he ponders his next words, “I just… I think you should go home.”

“As in, go home with you?” 🤨

“Uh…” yes 😞

“Look, you’re super attractive and all, but you’re not my boyfriend.” 🙄

Giyuu is hitting his forehead against a brick wall ���

Repeatedly 😵

Internally, ofc 💀

“What if I was?” he winces as his voice cracks at the end 🥲

Damn it 🫠

“Well that would mean breaking up with my boyfriend…”

He’s staring at you equally exasperated and in love 😖🥰

All you process, unfortunately, is deadpan 😐

“Speaking of which, where is he?” you mutter 😕

I! AM! RIGHT! HERE! 🫨

Giyuu is still hitting his forehead against a brick wall

+screaming every time he makes contact

Internally, ofc

“Can I at least give you my number?” 🥺

“How about this,”  you snap, “You find my boyfriend for me, and ask him if that’s okay.”

Regret isn’t an option as Giyuu immediately spins in a circle, striking a Tada! Pose when he faces you again 😎

🧐🧐🧐 <— you rn

“It’s me, your boyfriend. Tomioka Giyuu.” 🥳

You blink

He holds his breath

“Y’know what,” you finally say, “I believe you.”

Giyuu doesn’t bother digging for details

He grabs your hand (and exhales when you promptly intertwine your fingers with his, hugging his forearm to your chest 💞), and heads toward the exit

—

“Why did that convince you?” he asks the next morning, breath soft on your skin as he sprinkles soothing kisses across your forehead

You smile slyly—despite your pulsating headache—all four limbs squeezing tighter around his body to keep him in place as you murmur quietly, “Because only my boyfriend could make me cringe that hard.” 😌

“Heyyyyy,” he whines, pouting as he squirms in your embrace, exchanging his kisses for gentle bites as you shriek playfully, “That’s not very nice.” ☹️

[vrystalius]

Hiiiii!!! I genuinely love your writing and wanted to ask you if you could maybe so some Genya x Reader and like, him cuddling you and just being the shy cutie he is

Sorry for bothering u lmfao my love for Genya is too big to be kept silent🥺

Sleepy cuddles with Genya

You’re both tired after training, so how about recharging with cuddles and sleep?

Pairing: Genya x fem!reader

You’re incredibly proud of yourself and Genya for managing to make him feel comfortable enough to share a futon together. You can still feel how stiff and awkward his movements are, and how he doesn’t really know where to out his hands yet. So, you have to take the lead. Your arms find their place around his broad shoulders, your fingers tracing his back muscles. You felt how his breath hitched slightly. His face nuzzled into your warm neck, hiding his blushing face. Your lips softly pressed up against the side of his head in an attempt to calm him.

“Gen? You okay?”

Genya slowly lifted his head out of your neck, glancing at you. His eyes were droopy. He nodded slowly and hummed, cuddling closer onto your body, draping your sheet over both of your bodies.

“I’m jus’ tired… I missed you…Lots.”

His voice was a little muffled by being pressed against your chest. His eyes started to flutter close and his arms slowly wrapped around your waist tighter. You smiled softly and ran your fingers through his messy mohawk, massaging his scalp. You felt his chest starting to rumble. It was his bodily way to show that he’s happy. His chest would to rumble and vibrate, similar to how cats purr. It was odd at first but is now very adorable to you. Soothing almost. While running your fingers through his messy hair, you suddenly felt something biting your arm. Looking down, you saw Genya’s big, apologetic eyes and a bite mark on your bicep.

“S-Sorry, didn’t mean to- i-it kinda just happened-“

You quickly shushed him with a gentle kiss against his forehead. His tense muscles started to loosen and his face visibly relaxed again. Genya nuzzled into your neck and his arms wrapped around you tighter.

“It’s okay, don’t worry. Bite me as much as you want, I can handle it.”

Your boyfriend nodded and sighed deeply. Gods, he looks so adorable when sleepy. You really have to hold back your cuteness aggression to not kiss and bite him all over. Your fingers found their place in his hair again while his eyes fell close. The soft vibrations in his chest returned and his lips parted slightly, soft snores slipping out. He seemingly fell asleep already, exhaustion and your cuddles knocked him out immediately. You felt him slowly grow limp against you while his arms still were firmly wrapped around your waist. Genya so adorable when asleep, you really had to hold back to not smother him in affection. Again.

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I need a Genya plushie. I realised this while writing. It’s unfair that I have a Sanemi plushie but not a Genya one! And thank you for your support, I hope you enjoyed this! My love for Genya also is something I have to live out more XD

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough <3

Take care of yourselves!

[cosmic-slumber-party]

Falling for Sanemi as his tsuguko

Tsuguko x Hashira Pt.2 to Training with Sanemi Shinazugawa

CW: Injury, kissing, swearing

🐉 You know that this man cares for you, at least a little bit. He has been putting in the time to train you. He wouldn't be pushing you as far if he didn't care about you or think you couldn't handle it. It doesn't stop the fact that training is hellish.

🐉 The both of you go into town for an assignment. It doesn't take long for you both to get some attention, however. Or at least you thought you were both getting attention, because of your attire. It turns out you were the one attracting attention. You notice Sanemi tense up and clench his teeth.

🐉 Mitsuri tells you all the time that you are nice to look at. You never think too much into her words though, especially since she is the love hashira.

🐉 You ignore the attention and continue on. You have a job to do. Sanemi shoots everyone a glare and they all back off.

🐉 After slaying the demon in the area, you both head back home. You have some bad cuts, but nothing you haven't received before. You decide to stop by the butterfly mansion for a quick patchup. The three little girls all fawn over you. You pick them all up and throw them in the air and hear their squeals of delight as they fly.

🐉 Sanemi watches from a distance with a light smile playing on his lips. You are strong, yet gentle. Something he admires greatly in you. When Shinobu comes up behind him, his smile vanishes.

🐉 "What do you want?"

"L/N is something special, huh?" Kochō smirks.

Sanemi raises a brow in annoyance. "I guess. I mean, they lasted long enough so far as my tsuguko."

"Well, I was thinking. If it is too much for you, or you just don't want to have a tsuguko, I would take them." Kochō smiles sweetly, looking over to where you and the small girls were playing.

Sanemi chuckles without humor. "You already have one. And what makes you think you could help L/N with their shadow breathing? I can handle them just fine."

He looks over to you. "Hey, L/N! We're heading back! Let's go!"

🐉 You and Sanemi leave as you wave goodbye to everyone. You look over to Sanemi, admiring how the setting sun plays with his hair. He notices you staring.

"What is it brat?"

"Nothing," You say back. "Your hair just makes you look like an old man." You continue looking forward with a smirk.

"What did you say you little shit?!" Sanemi says grabbing the front of your uniform in his fist.

You put your hands up in surrender and laugh. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding!" You pause for a second, his hand still grasping your uniform. "I think the sun makes your hair look really pretty."

His grip loosens on you. His face quickly loses his regular scowl, replacing it with a surprised expression. You notice a faint blush start to creep onto his face, complimenting his many scars. You look at them, having already memorized them. You find yourself wanting to kiss them.

"Oh." Is all he says. You both continue to walk home in silence.

🐉 When you get back, you both sit outside and watch the remainder of the sunset. You like listening to him. You are the only one he really opens up to. Sure he is strict with training, but at the end of the day, you both confide in one another. You both live together and go on deadly missions together. With all the time you spend together, it's almost like you're more than just teacher and student.

🐉 He turns to you. "Do you really think my hair is pretty?"

"Are you seriously still thinking about that?" You laugh at the sudden question. "Yes. It is nice. It looks soft." You add the second part, wanting to touch it. You raise your hand up halfway.

"Nuh uh. Not happening."

"Dammit." You say disappointed.

He sighs and lowers his head. "One time." You quickly take the chance before he can change his mind. You were right, it was soft. As you're touching his hair, you look back at his scars. Your fingers gently touch one on his face. He flinches for a second. He looks up at you and relaxes. He looks from your hand and back to your face.

🐉 It is now that he finally admits it to himself. He tried not to fall for a fellow demon slayer. It was best for both him and his comrades. He did not need distractions, not when his goal was wiping out the thing that had hurt him the most. You have ruined that though. He has fallen anyway.

🐉 "Fuck, Y/N." He grumbles. "Just kiss me."

You look into his eyes, surprised. As you blush, you start to lean in. He grabs your face with his callused hands, and brings you to him. Your lips meet, aggressive at first, the kiss soon turns tender and loving. The wind hashira has fallen for his tsuguko. There was no turning back.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

it felt unnatural. sitting here, beside giyuu, and nobody else. giyuu seemed equally uneasy, glancing around as if waiting for something—someone. the room was empty with only the two of them. usually, giyuu was one of the last hashira to arrive. so him being here now, despite the fact that there stood no one else was unnerving. sanemi fidgeted, his bandages itchy against his skin. they continued to wait.

a moment later, they were joined with a company of three. three children, really. but just as much, their leader. if sanemi and giyuu were the pillars, the ubuyashiki's were the foundation; the walls and the ceiling and the floors. where, without them, the corps wouldn't have existed.

yet the rooms were empty now, except for the lone figures of the surviving hashira. they bowed their heads as kiriya, kuina, and kanata entered. they were so young, so full of potential for a life that the corps had been built to give. to allow themselves to let go of the idea of such life in the hopes that they could gift it to someone else. at least now, they could rest easy. knowing their hopes had finally become concrete and real.

kiriya sat and his sisters followed suit. they were young yet held themselves with the knowledge and experience of people much older than them. sanemi and giyuu remained silent, giving room to speak.

the children spoke simultaneously, as if it had been rehearsed many times before. kiriya's voice trembled ever so slightly, tense under the realization that he must deliver the words. but he managed to continue, thanking giyuu, and sanemi, and all of the members of the corps from the beginning to the end. it was finally the end.

the final hashira meeting, forever. and only sanemi and giyuu were there to attend. their victory remained unspoken, instead shown through gratitude and shaky smiles, bowing. but then—the thank you should've been directed towards the ubuyashiki's. kiriya, kagaya, and every leader that tracked a thousand years back. because pillars weren't anything without something to hold up, and the ubuyashiki clan had done its best and done perfectly in doing everything they could for centuries.

now, at least, giyuu found it in himself to speak up. sanemi could agree with giyuu, could stand on the same ground because they had to let them know. show them that they had grown with the corps and they had the ubuyashiki's to thank.

and then—kiriya and kuina and kanata. all three of them. they were still children. with so much ahead of them.

they cried, softly, full of hiccups and stuttered words. sanemi and giyuu exchanged a smile—something bittersweet and theirs. the children would be alright. they would see to that, finally repaying everything the ubuyashiki's had done for them by doing their best to build a world where kiriya, and his sisters, and everyone to come, could live in the life they hoped would continue on forever.

it would just be them, for now. and the following years wouldn't be easy, despite everything. but, at least, they vowed to make the best of them. for everyone they had lost and for everyone who would follow.

the meeting ended, quietly, and the final hashira left. a few minutes later, the ubuyashiki children followed, leaving the room empty. the light filtered through the trees outside, projecting uneven ovals of golden warmth onto the tatami mats. at first glance, nothing stood inside the room. but, throughout the months and years and decades before, there was nostalgia and laughter and tears and blood tucked into the crevices of the walls, the floor and the doors. and then, finally, everybody before them for miles and miles huddled together. it was nice to relax, to allow themselves to rest. because they would be alright. everything would finally be alright.

[fairy-writes]

😎 congrats on 900 followers my best friend!! You deserve it!! I shall give the first first request to you, and that is, Sanemi x fem reader!!! With the action prompt 1! I give you free reign but for the love of everything holy, please make it fluffy!!!!!

IT JUST MEANS TIME

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Demon Slayer

Pairing(s): Shinazugawa Sanemi x Female!Reader

Prompt: Falling asleep with their head in the lap of their lover (Action Prompt #1)

Notes: This is technically before the reader and Sanemi gets together, but it’s a fun idea, so we’re going with it, lol.

This is for my 900 followers event! Check my pinned post for more info if you want to join! It’s going on between May 1st and May 15th!

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There was always something off about you, but Shinazugawa Sanemi could never place what it was. 

You were a fellow Hashira—the Falcon Hashira, if he remembered right. You were from overseas but talented nonetheless. One of the more talented Hashira, if he had to admit anything. With quick but grand divebombing techniques and lethal strikes that imitated a falcon, after which you were named. The two of you sparred often, usually on your estate. You teased him, saying that he probably had a dirty home. 

He never told you it was because he didn’t want you to see the picture of his family. 

He didn’t want your pity most of all. 

Because he had a feeling that your pity would shatter his heart into tiny pieces.

But he wasn’t sure why.

Sanemi wakes up somewhere warm. His body aches as if he was dragged behind a train. His eyelashes flutter open, and he looks up to see your face. Your eyes are closed. Your face turned forward toward the open window, gently swaying from side to side with the breeze as you hummed a tune. It was calming… relaxing… 

It was something he hadn’t felt since before his mother died. 

The moment he realizes his head is in your lap, he bolts upright, startling you into opening your eyes. You glance at him in confusion before your expression warms, a twinkle in your eye and an expression he couldn’t quite place curling your lips.

“Have a nice rest?” You ask kindly. That was the thing about you. You were never unkind to anyone. You dealt with demons swiftly and painlessly, even going as far as to pray for them as they died. You always had that smile on your face, even when people screamed or cursed in your face. 

“Where am I?” He demands, and you shrug,

“Your estate. Shinobu asked if I could keep an eye on you while you healed. Do you remember anything?” You ignore his guarded expression, instead talking to him as if he was your best friend or even a lover. 

Lover… 

For whatever reason, he didn’t hate that idea. But he knew it was never meant to be. While he cared for you deeply (he wasn’t sure when that happened), he knew that you would never look twice at a man like him. Why would you? You were calm, kind, successful, and one of the only Hashira with a still living and loving family. Why you were a demon slayer was a mystery to him. 

“Shinazugawa? Are you alright?” You ask, breaking him from his reverie. You had cocked your head, and concern painted your face like an art piece. With the setting sun bathing your body in golden light, he thought you looked almost like an angel. 

Sanemi nods,

“‘m fine. What happened?” He eventually says, and you frown (he hates it when you frown) but reply regardless. 

“We were sent on a mission, and you were attacked by a demon. You passed out from blood loss soon after we killed the demon. I carried you back here. ” You explain succinctly, and he blinks. He vaguely remembered going on the mission. He remembers a splash of red. He remembers being moved. 

Had that been you? 

He is stuck in his mind and only shakes his head to clear himself of half-formed memories when you come back in with a tray of tea and a roll of bandages. 

“Shinobu asked that I take care of you.” You reiterate and gesture for him to turn around. He does so without a word. There’s no use in arguing, not when he hurts this bad and can spot speckles of stains on his futon where blood had leaked through the wrappings. You work deftly and quietly, only asking if the bandages are too tight, to which he says no. 

Eventually, you speak. 

“Who are those people in the picture?” You ask, and he immediately knows which picture you’re talking about. It’s the one by his futon. It’s the only picture of his entire family. His father’s face had been ripped from the image, and there were a few splatters of red on the paper, but he kept it nonetheless. 

“It doesn’t matter.” He says gruffly and grunts when you tug a bit too tight on the bandage around his middle. You apologize quietly.

“They’re your family, aren’t they? I think that matters a lot.” You say, voice but a whisper in the breeze coming through the window.  Sanemi clenches his fists and grits his teeth. Here it comes. 

The pity. 

The apologies. 

You don’t look at him with those eyes that he despises. Instead, you look at him with compassion, not pity. 

“I think they’d be proud of you, y’know? You’re helping so many people. I think they’d want you to have a happily ever after.” You say, and he remembers seeing you read a book of foreign fairy tales. When he had asked you about it, you had smiled. 

“I just want a happily ever after someday.” You had said. 

“There’s no such thing as “happily ever after.” It’s just a lie that everyone tells themselves because the truth is too hard.” He says bitterly, his heart constricting.

No. 

He didn’t want to say that. 

Not to you. 

He didn’t want you to look sad. 

But you continue to astound him when you speak again. You don’t apologize. You don’t reprimand him. You don’t belittle him. 

“Happily ever after just means time, Sanemi.” You whisper, putting a hand over his. He revels in the feeling of your calloused hand and the way you say his name with a smile. Normally, he’d shout at anyone for calling him that. But you are different. And that was something he liked about you.

So, when you gently tug him down so he lies with his head in your lap, he doesn’t complain. He even closes his eyes as you begin to hum. 

He falls asleep soon after, feeling relaxed and calm, feeling loved. 

Sanemi always prided himself on keeping his walls up. Because with a past like his, he didn’t want pity. He didn’t want people to say how sorry they were for him. Because frivolous words like that did nothing around demons. 

But… strangely enough… he didn’t feel like he needed to keep them up around you. 

[misty-memories09]

Been thinking about kny modern au, so here are some headcanons 😊 —

Makomo, Giyuu, Sabito, Mitsuri, Tengen and Kyojuro all are going to the same middle school + high school — were in different grades ofc but they were friends. But makomo was actually already a graduate when Sabito was 15 but since she hadn't moved out she was still friends with them, I can also see her being friends with Kanae idk.

Sanemi and Obanai are going to the same highschool and have been best friends ever since.

Muichiro (w/ his bro yuichiro, I didn't forget) will go to the same middle school as Senjuro and Nezuko.

Gyuutaro and Shinobu are going to the same middle school. Kanae is about to graduate. +ume and Kanao will go to the same middle school (I love kimetsu gakuen sm for all the new friendships it has fr fr)

Zenitsu, Genya, Tanjiro and Inosuke will go to the same highschool.

Now that that's outta the way, I'm going to start with the first friend group (Makomo, Giyuu, Sabito, Tengen, Mitsuri and Rengoku). Also, I used present continuous in accordance to the time line I'm looking from, they'll be graduated before the 'will go' would reach school.

Makomo —

she was a rabid fan of those elastic bracelets you make out of rubber bands — idk what they're called, sorry but her hands are filled with those and so are her drawers and she still loves wearing them, she even gave some to mitsuri.

she liked making flower wreathes alot but ever since she started her college she hasn't had enough time to make jewellery and flower crowns.

i feel like as a child she wanted to become a vet as a child, but she's right now studying to be a science teacher (chemistry — currently earning a bachelor's degree, then she's going to take a teaching program course).

i feel like she was (is but won't admit) obsessed with creepy pastas. Like there used to be a desktop at home that was for makomo's studies (sabito used to play purble place on it) and her youtube would be FILLED with creepy pastas, ghost appearances videos, urban legends etc.

she always and I mean ALWAYS has salty snacks on her, hungry? she'll give you some no problem. it's like she breathes, lives, bathes in salt.

she really likes making whistles and learned woodwork from her grandfather (Urokodaki) and in her free time she plays them to relax whenever she's stressed.

Giyuu —

He dresses like adam sandler, there's no way he's goth or punk or whatever, he's not. He continues to wear the same polo tshirts and and halfpants on a daily basis.

although he wouldn't admit it publically, he still loves playing with toys — any weird obsession you had as a kid? You'll find it with him. Extending that he's also loves childish things ALOT but he doesn't like being told to grow up so he only talks to his friends about them.

he would stay up late at night to watch 'courage the cowardly dog' (me too bro, me too) and then end up scaring himself. and it annoys all of his friends when they're all watching scary movies together and he screams so loud that the whole ass neighbourhood could hear them.

he has continuously tried to make time machines countless times to see dinosaurs (with Kyojuro). and he still believes that he will find a way to time travel with cardboard.

he begged his sister for ear piercings (even though he's afraid of needles) after looking at hers and started crying in the process of getting his ears pierced.

Sabito —

He loves doodling on his hands. ALOT, every time he's free and there's a pen in his hands, his hands, legs — anything exposed is GOING TO be covered in ink somehow. He just zones out into a happy state while doing so.

he loves watching super sentai (or power rangers which was the usa adaptation and what I watched first lol), and animes that have mecha in them (did I talk about anime prefrences for the others? Idts).

one day he discovered henna art and has NOT let go ever since. the moment the last design is near disappearance he does it again, so his hand is always stained in henna designs. and he got Tengen (who loves fashion and thought it was flashy) and Mitsuri into henna art too.

one of his hobbies is finding new music (it's productive according to him), he goes into incognito tab and looks for music, sometimes old, sometimes with a certain feeling etc.

extending on the headcanon no. 4 of makomo where I mentioned he liked to play purble place — he once opened youtube on the desktop and found all the horror videos and boom, makomo got him into supernatural stuff too, he doesn't particularly believe it, he's like it could be or could not be but he's very interested in it. and once asked giyuu to perform a ritual with him and then called giyuu a wuss because he was too scared to do it.

Part 2 — Mitsuri, Kyojuro and Rengoku because this became a great wall of text.

[applepie-enthusiast]

Ghost AU ft. SaneGiyuu/Sabigiyuu AU

It's basically inspired from Natsuyuki Rendezvous AU but it's okay if you don't know the anime! I haven't watched it full yet (Just EP1) and just based this AU on this beautiful AMV (please watch it) I'm going to change some stuff and details in here.

Tomioka Giyuu is a florist who sells flowers and plants on his own flower shop, and Sanemi couldn't stop himself from going there just to buy flowers from Giyuu every single time.

Now his entire apartment is full of flowers and plants that he had bought from this beautiful florist. Sanemi thinks it's stupid that he couldn't help but buy plants there just to have an excuse to see Giyuu again. But he does research on how to keep the said plants and flowers alive and healthy. He doesn't want it all to go to waste.

Tengen, his friend, told him that it was creepy and that Sanemi should just talk to Giyuu and ask him out directly.

Sanemi refutes this and says he couldn't, he feels flustered and he might inadvertently let his emotions overflow that he might end up scaring Giyuu, just like he did with his other past crushes.

After a few more meetings, Sanemi grew to develop feelings for the man.

The way Giyuu would ask which flowers he'd want this time; the way Giyuu would give an advice which to pick whenever Sanemi himself says he couldn't choose; and the way their hands briefly touch whenever Giyuu would give him the change for the plants he had bought.

Soon, on one particular day, Sanemi gathered the strength to ask Giyuu out after he closed his shop.

Much to Sanemi's shock, Giyuu didn't understand that he was basically letting his romantic intentions known, but instead Giyuu said he'll just go home to change clothes and then they can go outside to eat dinner.

Sanemi walked Giyuu home. Giyuu has quite an average home, not too small, but not too big enough to house an entire family. Sanemi was caught in his own thoughts when he had the feeling that someone was watching him, and he looked up at the balcony of the house, and saw a man with peach-colored hair peering down at him.

Sanemi made a confused look. Giyuu had a man over? Tomioka never mentioned he lives with someone. He said he lives alone. The man upstairs couldn't possibly be a burglar, right? With how relaxed he is. The man even sneered at Sanemi that it irritated him a bit.

Giyuu walked ahead and was seemingly expecting Sanemi to follow but saw the latter halt on his steps, looking at something.

"You okay?" Giyuu asked, blinking at Sanemi.

Sanemi became even more pissed when the man now stuck his tongue out at him as if to mock him. What's even more unnerving is Giyuu doesn't seem bothered for inviting another man to his house when he has another. Perhaps it's a relative? Sanemi calmed himself down and said he'll just wait outside. Giyuu however, said that he could come in and wait inside since it was chilly.

Sanemi hesitantly agreed, especially when the man on the balcony gave him an annoyed look.

Sanemi marched inside the home, it was warm and welcoming. He watched as Giyuu disappeared to enter a room, and Sanemi stood still until he had the urge to walk around. Upon walking for a bit, he saw a picture frame housing a picture of Giyuu and the peach-haired man from earlier.

Sanemi became even more confused. Who is this dude?

"Don't feel so home now just because Giyuu invited you here."

Sanemi shot his head to the source of the unfamiliar voice, and saw the peach-haired man now standing a few meters away from him.

How come Sanemi didn't hear him walk towards him?

The said man was glaring at him. Sanemi came here hoping to bond with Giyuu outside, but Sanemi was ready to throw hands if ever the man decided to be violent. He couldn't let Giyuu be caught up in it anyway, no matter how confused he is now.

"Get the hell out." The peach-haired man demanded, voice strict and loud.

"Who the fuck are you?" Sanemi retorted back.

"I'm Giyuu's husband." The man replied nonchalantly, his shit-eating grin making Sanemi's skin crawl with irritation.

"Yeah, no." Sanemi replied, not believing this man's lies.

"Shinazugawa?" Sanemi realized Giyuu peaked from behind one of the rooms, seemingly confused. "Who are you talking to?"

Sanemi became even more confused. Is Giyuu and this dude messing with him? Are they fucked up in the head? What is happening?

Seconds more and Giyuu walked near him, seemingly ignoring the peach-haired man.

"What's wrong?"

Sanemi froze, something was off. Giyuu wasn't ignoring the other man. It's as if he couldn't see him.

"Tomioka, who's this in the picture?" Sanemi pointed at the photo he saw earlier.

Tomioka's mood seemed to visibly change into a solemn one, he gave a microsmile towards Sanemi.

"Ah... Sabito. My Husband."

"What?" Sanemi widened his eyes, he needs answers now.

Tomioka looked away sadly, the small smile still forced to his lips.

"He passed away four years ago."

That was when the peach-haired man approached Giyuu, and smiled gleefully like a child.

"Yeah, he can't see me. Only his suitors can. I've scared a lot of bitches like you before, so congratulations, you can see me, too!"

Sanemi is too stunned to speak.

Anyway, after that, lots of shenanigans happen wherein everytime Sanemi attempts to be sweet or to flirt with Tomioka, Sabito foils his plans.

Every single time.

Sabito even gives a number of silly advices to Sanemi, instead of revealing Giyuu's favorite colors, foods, clothes, he gives the opposite information to Sanemi.

Sabito either messes up, fucks with, or intervenes any moments that may lead to SaneGiyuu being tender and sweet (Giyuu is dense and Sanemi is pissed at Giyuu's stupid ghost husband)

Anyway, one particular event where a neighbor inadvertently gave Giyuu a food that neither knew had food that Giyuu's allergic to. It caused Giyuu to fall to the ground, catching his breath and having various irregular skin reactions in his body.

Sabito was frantic and without a physical body, he couldn't help Giyuu by bringing him to a hospital. Not to mention that Sabito is trapped inside the house and therefore can't leave unless he possesses someone who's willing.

Instead, Sabito channelled every energy he could to send a missed call to Sanemi using Giyuu's phone, who found it odd that the other line was nothing but was heaving sounds.

When Sanemi came there, gave him the first remedy he could think of, and he immediately but carefully bridal-carried Giyuu and drove to the emergency room.

When Giyuu was at the hospital, Sanemi went back to Giyuu's house to get some clothes, and he was greeted by Sabito, who had a sad expression for once.

"Thank you... For being there for Giyuu." He said, much to Sanemi's surprise.

Sabito then told Sanemi that he had died so suddenly. He was also a florist like Giyuu, and they fell in love a few years ago and got married. Instead of an illness like Sanemi expected, Sabito died for protecting an elderly woman from being mugged by thieves. He got stabbed instead, and he bled to death with Giyuu crying out for him.

He tells Sanemi that he regrets leaving Giyuu alone so early, and that he scares away suitors because he's afraid they might hurt Giyuu, and he won't be there to be able to protect him like he used to.

Sabito added that he could see Sanemi as a good person, and a possible good partner for Giyuu. Through his teary-eyes, he pleaded for one day, to possess Sanemi and be with Giyuu for just a day and he would leave because he finally found someone worthy of Giyuu. Sanemi agreed.

Suffice to say, Giyuu recognized Sabito's mannerisms, his smile, the way he calls Giyuu, that even if physically it was Sanemi, he knew it was Sabito.

They managed to have a date for the last time, shared the last meal, the last laugh, and the last goodbye. Sabito, while on Sanemi's body, apologized to Giyuu for leaving him. Giyuu assured him that it wasn't his fault. They both cried and said their farewell.

When Sabito left Sanemi's body, he realized he could finally leave the house without possessing someone because he already had a proper closure with Giyuu.

Seeing Sanemi and Giyuu share a moment, Sabito happily smiled, he knew he was leaving Giyuu in good hands. Sabito then flew to the heavens freely.

Sanemi and Giyuu got married, adopted children, and ran the flower shop together.

[swmmi-kti]

Lay Me Down For One Last Time

Sanemi Shinazugawa X Fem reader

TW: Angst, Sanemi doesnt live fellow queens sorry

Dni/Dnf

You had known since you had met Sanemi That he was doomed to die eventually. As tragic as it seemed and how he explained all he did you never fully could fathom believing it. You Were a former kakushi and truly you had never thought you'd ever come close to being near a hashira. And yet....

Yet both of you lost a lot and gained so much. A Family and the loss of loved ones. You could remember it clear as day. Coming in with the rest of everyone to say goodbye to your life that you had grown to enjoy. Shedding the face covering as you stare at the pile of clothes , Staring intensely that it caught attention.

"Thinking" A gruff and almost horse voice says and it makes you startle as you turn. White hair and bandages. all you could see beside the dark contrast of purple eyes staring deep into your soul.

"oh...yeah haha...i guess i just never thought id live to i guess live the day i never have to work as a kakushi...gosh does that makes sense" You say rubbing your neck as your hair clings to your forehead covered in sweat from the heat

"ah yes. I never thought i'd actually live to see the day that we defeat Muzan" He says in that same almost pained voice as he tries to sit down beside you. You hear the tell signs of bones aching and look at him a bit surprised he's even sitting next to you

"Guess life is funny like that huh?"

You could not recall ever stopping the chatter with him. From that day onward it was like a comfort routine to hold onto a sense of normalcy. To see him recover to know all he's done. In a way to be acknowledged for all you did on the sidelines.

You could never deny your admiration for the Hashira, Truly you were saddened by the fact only three Pillars had survived, yet two doomed to die so young.

When you fell for Sanemi you could never recall. Especially how he had seemed to have mellowed out over the time he had to relax How his tired eyes still crinkle when he smiles. Perhaps is how every moment he gets he takes time to say the names of every fallen loved one he lost.

Genya, You had heard that name countless of times. How he got the tiniest bit of tears in his waterline as he spaced out. Those moments were bad. Often holding his hand to ground him, letting him have the time he needs to come back from the shell shock he had undergone for years. possibly even more.

You remember how he held your hand in those moments squeezing tight enough to hurt but always kissing your knuckles when they ended up hurt by his big hand.

How he let his cheek rest on the back of your hand. How he whispered soft 'sorry's

Oh how your heart yearned for his.

"Before Miss Amane had... well She had warned if I made my Mark appear my life would be shortened significantly"

You nod at him as you lean just a bit closer to him "how old would you be?"

He remains quiet far too long for your own comfort "I love you" He says almost like a whisper.

You can feel the wind around you picking up. Sanemi saw the twinkle of your eyes as you let out just a small gasp but not too startled as you lean closer to him

You knew then what he meant....not long at all

"I Mean it Y/n. I Truly to love you, I Guess i never saw myself having anything to my life but fighting demons, Now that i dont have to worry about life and death i want more." He says looking at you and you let yourself be sweet talked. He made your heart swell with adoration

You can feel his hand on your cheek as you rest gently on it. sighing as you look at him to continue

"I realize i want a wife. I want someone by my remaining side. Even have a kid if i can. I know i wasted my time here constantly fighting every day and never thinking of anything else but.."

"Dont ever say you wasted your time here Sanemi! You fought for the betterment of mankind and for that you must never say you wasted it!" Your voice is hard, much line a mother scolding her kid

"oh how my heart yearns for you And I have never loved anyone else but Gods do I love you...I love you. Need you so badly and want you so desperately it makes me furious you aren't mine. I want you there during my mornings and there on my painful nights. Lay me down my tomb so long as it's your soft hands doing so"

You remember the first kiss. the feeling of his lips on yours. When he held your face so softly it made your heart flutter even more, recall the way his hands grace your hair and you cant help but feel your heart flutter even now thinking about it.

The simplicity of love is so magical and so delicate, Thinking about it all makes you forget the impending feeling of sorrow that has followed you for the last year.

And Why should you? Why does it follow you. You've just had your first born no less than four months ago now, his little fingers curled around his father's large index finger too. Tiny thumb being sucked as Sanemi looks at you.

"Sanemi, i believe our Efforts have paid off" You say as your hands find your plate to sit down and eat next to your husband

Remembering the love he has for you as you sit and wait for him to raise his head "What efforts?"

"Well You know Having a kid and such" You try to play off. as you take your chopsticks in hand to eat, hearing the tell tale signs of choking and wood splintering

You try to stifle a laugh as you see him recover almost splashing his face with the water he downs as he turns to you with eyes as large as disks " Are you? Are you implying?"

"oh i'm not implying my dear, i'm telling you a fact here we will have a small little one in a few months time if everything goes to plan of course" You reply as you can feel his arms wrap around your waist. ignoring the rest of his meal as he lays on your lap and brings an ear onto your stomach

Your hand raking his hair as you hum while you eat. It seemed that finally you will have more to Sanemi than himself. and for once you couldn't wait.

But that was then and this is now. You knew about the curse, you knew about it and the world is so cruel. Not only to know you will lose Sanemi. But To have made it near impossible to conceive for two years and finally when you do it leaves only a few months for Sanemi to be a father.

Only so long for your child to be held in his father's embrace. So little time so cruel. It Made you cry at night when you slept close to them. When you say Sanemi's hand reach out to your child's tiny hand, when Sanemi kept his hand on his tiny chest to ensure he is breathing.

You cry because you know your child will never know Sanemi and Sanemi will only get to enjoy the toddler phase. Only get to enjoy the tiny moments and never get to experience him growing. Never see him walk, talk lose his first tooth.

The Day draws closer and you are so afraid of it ever approaching, and yet you try to enjoy it.

Try to enjoy the Remaining days as you see Sanemi blow raspberries into his tiny tummy, Watching Sanemi change his clothes and nappies and fed him when he could.

You knew why and it hurt your heart so, Constantly holding to him and you watch intently and try to gain as much affection from him as you possibly could.

From morning to night you watched as Sanemi enjoyed your little tot

And until you lay down your babe you lay your head on his shoulder "....are you scared?"

He stays quiet as his finger traces your son's chubby cheeks. "No, i enjoyed my time here, i served a good life, have an amazing wife and a child"

You nod as you hold his hand "you'll wait for me on the other side right?" asking carefully as you look at him

"You never even have to ask. For you i will wait forever and a day should you want to keep me waiting haha" Seeing him laugh as he looks at you makes you realize You really did have the nicest Husband in all the world.

"You know.... it's unfair our little Genya won't even know you" You say as you lay next to him as your hand remains on his chest. He chuckles as he looks at the ceiling before back to you

"I guess Both my Genya's never had the greatest Sanemi huh?"

"I wouldn't say that" You laugh as you kiss his forehead. Watching his eyes close and begin to sleep. Your hand remains on his chest and you watch intensely as the time ticks by

Each breath is slower than the last, and you gulp down the lump on your throat as you feel the half of your heart leave. The Half you will never have again.

Sanemi Shinazugawa was a great swordsman. A Great honorable man, A Great brother A great husband an Amazing Father...But Most importantly he is a great story

[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

Missing You (18+)

Warnings - Filthy smut, MINORS DNI OR I TAKE KNEECAPS, sex, slight body worship, Obanai calls reader mommy once, swearing

“There he is! Welcome home to the Number one florist in Japan!” Confetti flew out of the small popper you had set off, your daughter laughing wildly from where she was strapped to your chest. You cheered some more as your husband actually stepped through the front door, setting his suitcase and backpack down as he looked at the array of streamers and balloons taped to the wall. You even managed to hang a banner that said #1 Florist with a bunch of flowers painted on it. He smiled, pocketing his face mask as he approached you, encasing you in his arms. 

“Thank you babe, and you as well Kami.” You smiled, bouncing your baby and leaning in for a kiss, plus a few more. Kami babbled as Obanai crouched so he was face level with her.  “Did you do all of this?” She gurgled in response to his question. He groaned as he stood to his full height again, bones cracking back into place as he stood. You gave him a once over, making sure he wasn’t injured in the 5 hours since you last contacted him. His hair was pulled out of his face, wrapped in a low ponytail, a few black strands framing his face. Exhaustion laced his features, the stress from the competition and the time spent on his feet, lifting, and organizing extravagant displays had no doubt taken a strain on his body. 

“Are you hungry? I can make you something real quick” You asked, watching him move.

“No, I’m alright, just tired. Really glad to finally be home, seemed like the longest week of my life” You chuckled at his dramatics. You would have never pictured this would be the man you ended up marrying. When you first met Obanai he was shut off, quiet, and reserved as he glared across the convention center. You were younger then, fresh out of college and teaching your very first class. He was still interning and still wary of people after years of home-schooling and familial abuse. Years later though, he was a completely different man. Affectionate and caring, he was vocal about his needs and even better at asking for help. You had helped each other grow so much that it was exciting every time you woke up next to him in the mornings.

“I’m going to put Kami to bed and then If you want we can relax in bed? You can tell me about your trip” He nodded, leaving a kiss on Kami’s forehead as he walked by with his luggage.

“You know I never pictured Sanemi would agree to help you and your team. We’ll have to invite him over for dinner and drinks as a thank you” You noted, shutting the bedroom door behind you. Obanai emerged from the en suite bathroom, a towel wrapped snuggly against his lithe frame, his years of hard work evident in the way he carried himself, muscles pulled taunt around his body. 

“Don’t worry, I paid him along with the rest of the team with the winnings, they’ll be fine. Even though I did promise him a beer.” He didn’t bother with clothes, immediately retreating to the bed, tossing the towel somewhere behind him as he crawled into the blankets, tucking himself in with a yawn. You chuckled, shaking your head as you picked it up, discarding it into the laundry basket. You peeled off your pants, leaving you in a t-shirt and your panties for bed. Obanai’s arms were open as you tucked yourself into bed, inviting you into his embrace for the night. 

“I missed you. Both of my girls. But especially you” His words even simple ones still managed to get your stomach all bubbled up, a cheesy grin overtaking your face as you rested your head on his chest, listening to the soft thump of his heart. 

“I missed you too, you chose to start a shop to ease the burden of you being gone for research and now you're leaving for shop purposes. I’ll have to quit my job and become a roadie with you now. We can live in an RV” Obanai laughed, the rumbles from his chest shaking your head, making you look up at him.

“We don’t need to do all that. It’s once a year, and this title will be really good for business. Then I can hire more people and spend more time here with you two” You nodded, placing a kiss on the skin under your head. 

“I’m glad your home though, my number 1 man”  He laughed, hand coming up to cup the back of your head.

“I’m glad as well my love, getting to hold you again. I missed you” You hummed, leaning up to kiss him. His mouth was enthusiastic against your own, tongue quickly sliding over the seam of your lips, begging for entrance. The kiss grew heated quickly, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders, pulling him closer. You moved, swinging a leg over his hips so you straddled him causing You to gasp into the kiss feeling his cock bump into your clit, the friction lighting up your senses. Obanai continued to devour your mouth, hands squeezing at the fat of your thighs, slowly inching towards your panties. 

“Missed you” He murmured into your skin, trailing kisses along your jaw. “Missed all of you” he sucked at the skin on your neck, teeth grazing the flesh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You couldn’t stop your hips from grinding against his, the only thing separating him from you was a thin pair of lace underwear, not enough to stop you from feeling every vein on his cock, every inch sliding against your steadily dampening core. His hands wandered under your shirt, sliding the fabric off you before reconnecting his lips to the skin on your chest. “So pretty, always so perfect. You make such a beautiful mommy, all full." He licked at

 Your nipple, teasing it and bringing it to a peak before wrapping his lips around it. You moaned, nails scratching at his scalp.

“Baby, please. I want you” Your pleas fell on deaf ears as he worshipped your chest, pinching at one tit as his mouth serviced the other. He switched sides, leaving both breasts covered in his saliva, sensitive and covered in quite a few hickies. 

“Think we should have another, fill you back up” He looked up at you as he palmed your tits, a wicked smirk forming on his face. 

“Oba, please” you breathed, grinding against him with more urgency, every ounce of your body thrumming with pleasure but still begging for more. You lifted your hips, taking control as he watched on. Impatient as you were you opted for just moving your panties to the side, not wasting time before grabbing Obanai’s cock and lining him up at your entrance. He kneaded the fat of your ass as you sank down on his length, a hiss sounding from him as he watched his cock disappear into you. You both moaned as he bottomed out in you. Leaning forward you captured his lips in another rushed kiss, teeth bumping as your tongues moved against each other, exploring like it was the first time. He swallowed each of your moans eagerly as you bounced on his lap, not letting an inch of space come between the two of you. The drag of his cock was enough to make you delirious after just a few thrusts, breaking from his mouth you let out a salacious moan, encouraging him to buck up into you, meeting your own bounces with his thrusts. 

“Fuck baby, just like that” He whined, sitting back against the headboard so he could watch you fully. Tits bouncing with each thrust and head thrown back in pleasure. Between your pussy gripping him like a vice and the view on his lap he was closer to cumming than he would have liked. His hand found your clit, fingers rubbing harsh circles on the bud. You jolted in surprise, hands flying to grip his shoulders as you cried out. It had been a long week for the both of you, so much time apart from each other, not able to feel the other. Every curve, every dip. This time each touch felt like another first, fingertips leaving sparks of pleasure in their wake. If you weren’t so impatient you would have taken more time with each other, maybe even done some foreplay. But that could wait for later. Now you just wanted to be connected, to feel the other. 

“Obanai, I’m close” You gasped. The stimulation becoming almost too much far too quickly. 

“yeah? Come on baby” Obanai encouraged, rutting up into you. The noises coming from between the two of you were pure sin the slick slapping of your hips meeting each other, coupled with the heated gasps and moans tumbling from both of your lips as you both chased towards your orgasm. Your toes curled, hips meeting each of Obanais thrusts with great force as the waves of ecstasy rolled over you. Obanai continued the movement of his hips, feet planted on the bed as he neared his own climax, voice cracking into a whine as he muttered praises. “so fucking good baby, yeah, always so good for me, fuck I missed you, this tight little pussy, fuck yeah” The words were slurred as he slowed down, hips stuttering as he came, spilling himself into you. Pulling you into another kiss Obanai groaned, leaning back into the headboard and pulling you with him so you rested on his chest. Obanai peppered small kisses on the top of your head, hand drawing patterns on your back as you caught your breath.

“Is it cheesy to say welcome home now?” You broke the silence with a laugh, moving so you could look up at your husband.

“No, but I’m glad to be home.”

[silverynight]

Dead End

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Part XXIII

Kyojuro takes him to bed; Tanjirou doesn't want to sleep, but he knows they all are worried so he at least promises them to try.

Despite loving them so much, Tanjirou is glad they leave him alone for a while; without Gyomei it doesn't feel right somehow.

Frowning at the ceiling, Tanjirou realizes that he really despises Muzan. It is so weird for him to have such strong negative feelings for someone... but he has earned the hate Tanjirou is experiencing at the moment.

However, he usually doesn't like when his heart focuses on the bad so he pushes that man... that demon out of his thoughts completely.

Instead, he thinks about his Pillars. At first it works, Tanjirou lets the good memories tug the corners of his lips up, but then he remembers every time they got hurt trying to protect him.

He starts sobbing, with trembling hands he tries to reach a pillow, but it's too late, they have heard him.

"What is it, darling?" Mitsuri rushes into the bedroom.

Tanjirou shakes his head, but lets her take him in her arms.

"I want to see the others."

They don't seem like they're going to sleep anytime soon and they even look like they're ready to go into battle. He wonders what their plan is, but he doesn't bother to ask.

He won't get an answer to that.

Shinobu makes him tea and Tanjirou hesitates before he starts drinking it because he suspects it has something to help him relax.

"Let me kiss y-you all."

He takes his time to kiss each one, he starts by placing soft kisses all over their faces and enjoys their reaction, especially when he finally aims for their lips.

Some of them, Sanemi, Kyojuro and Mitsuri, kiss them back like they're starving. Giyuu and Obanai are shy, but eager. Tengen has experience so at some point he grabs Tanjirou's head to tilt it the way he wants it and makes them both breathless.

Shinobu and Muichiro are determined; they take their time and even play a bit by licking Tanjirou's lips.

All of them kiss differently, but Tanjirou enjoys each and every single one of their kisses.

He loves them so much.

That's when Akaza comes back; at first they hear a knock at the door that makes everyone tense and ready to fight, but Obanai realizes quickly that it's just Akaza.

When he walks in and notices Tanjirou he says: "It is done. Now it's up to him."

"What is it? What happened? Is Gyomei-san alright?"

"You know I can't tell you anything. I'm sorry."

Shinobu and Muichiro take Akaza to another room while Tanjirou sits on the floor and covers his face with both hands.

He starts tearing up. Arms pull him into a warm chest and Tanjirou looks up, only to find Giyuu hugging him close.

"It's okay to cry, Tanjirou," he kisses his forehead a couple of times. "You know he's strong and he'll do his best to come back. Trust him."

"I will," Tanjirou mumbles. He feels tired now. Maybe the tea had something in it after all.

***

When he wakes up, it's early in the morning; he's on a futon now. There's a hand in his. He turns his head around and sees Muichiro kneeling next to him, watching over him with so much fondness Tanjirou doesn't think he deserves it after all the troubles he has brought to them.

"Come," Muichiro says with a kind smile before carrying Tanjirou in his arms; he's way stronger than he looks. "Tengen and Sanemi are leaving."

That does wake him up completely.

"What about Gyomei? Is he back?"

"Not yet."

Tanjirou feels pain in his throat; he wants to cry and sob, but he stops himself from doing it because that'd mean he's losing hope.

And he's not. He's scared and worried, but he still thinks his Gyomei will be back.

When he walks in the next room, he finds Tengen and Sanemi standing in front of the entrance, ready to leave.

Since they haven't knelt in front of Tanjirou or taken his hand, the redhead feels relief spread all over him; they only do that when they're going to risk their lives, which means this will be quick.

And yet, he's still concerned about them.

"We'll be back soon," Tengen smiles, ruffling Tanjirou's hair. "Don't make that face. We'll be fine."

"It's cute when you worry, though," Sanemi smirks, pinching Tanjirou's cheek affectionately.

As usual, Mitsuri tries to distract him with food so she asks him to make breakfast.

Tanjirou notices Akaza sitting in a corner alone with his arms crossed, like he's waiting for something. It's obvious that he doesn't feel comfortable around them, but he must be here for a reason.

"Akaza!" Tanjirou says with a soft smile. "Come help me in the kitchen."

Confused, Akaza nods and gets closer to Tanjirou, enough for the redhead to take his hand and drag him inside the kitchen with him.

Turns out Akaza does know how to cook pretty well, which surprises Tanjirou.

"I used to cook for my... for her," he mumbles, suddenly looking sad. Tanjirou leans closer to give him a hug.

"Bet she loved that about you."

For the first time in a while, Akaza smiles softly at him.

"She did."

***

They have breakfast, although Tanjirou barely eats because he's too consumed by concern to do anything else. Now three of his hashira are outside and he doesn't know what they're doing.

Obanai and Giyuu are helping him clean when they all hear a commotion outside. Suddenly, Kyojuro is asking for Shinobu, and there's a loud noise at the entrance.

"Come on, Sanemi! Let's try to get him on his feet!"

That's Tengen's voice. Which means they're back! Tanjirou rushes towards the entrance only to find Gyomei on the floor, seriously injured... there's too much blood, and he has a long knife buried in his abdomen.

Tanjirou kneels next to him. Sanemi and Tengen look fine, but their clothes are tainted with blood, although judging by the way they move, Tanjirou assumes it's actually Gyomei's blood.

"Take him to that room," Shinobu points behind herself. "I'll try to do my best."

Tanjirou is tearing up, but he holds back a sob, because he doesn't want to worry anyone.

Tengen, Kyojuro, Sanemi and Mitsuri manage to get Gyomei inside. As soon as he's on the futon, Tanjirou gets closer and touches his forehead. He doesn't react.

He probably passed out due to the amount of blood he's losing.

"He's... c-cold!" Tanjirou stammers, feeling his heart breaking.

"It's alright, darling. I'll take care of it," Shinobu assures him.

"I'll help," Tanjirou says immediately. He doesn't want to leave him.

"Alright," Shinobu nods after a couple of seconds. "Just do as I say."

"I will."

***

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Congratulations to the vengeance saga for winning my last poll! Sorry for those who voted the Circe saga but rest assured I will be covering that next! Don't forget that if you wanna Collab with KNY and epic The musical, don't forget to use the the first tag of this post!

🔱🩸 - The Vengeance Saga

1. Not sorry for loving you

2. Dangerous

3. Charybdis

4. Get in the water

5. Six hundred strike

All credit goes to:

Jorge Rivera-Herrans

The cast of Epic: The musical

Songs (In order)

Not sorry for loving you

"I'm not sorry for loving you!" - Mitsuri Kanroji

Reason: Okay, listen up! This is a Mitsuri to Obanai type of interaction okay?! Mitsuri isn't sorry for loving someone who's bloodline is corrupt. Even so, she doesn't regret loving Obanai. Infact, their reincarnations got married, manga spoilers by the way.

"I'm angry and tired and restless and sad." - Sanemi Shinazugawa

Reason: Sorry for making this about Genya, but like, you have to understand that Genya had a rough past, after he called Sanemi a monster, he was gone. Then soon enough, they reunited, though Sanemi never saw Genya as his brother, WHICH IS SO FUCKING SAD. Sanemi's anger made him restless and sad after his brother died like I can't even imagine what Sanemi felt when he watched his LITTLE BROTHER die. Like, as an older sibling myself, I can't even bring myself to feel that sort of pain.

"I love you." - Kagaya Ubuyashiki

Reason: OKAY LISTEN. I love Kagaya x Amane, like they're perfect. Kagaya loves Amane and vice versa, everytime I hear this lyric in particular, I think of them. I like to think of AmaKaga as OdyPen because they are PERFECT, need I say more?

A/N: My love for Calypso's VA is still going strong cuz how is she so majestic and so beautiful?!?!?

Dangerous

"If your plan's so great, why'd you wait to say it?" - All the hashiras

Reason: Spoiler for the infinity castle arc but you can't blame me that I legit thought of this when I heard it. I bet they would ask Kagaya why he didn't say it to begin with but I don't blame the man.

"You'll need a mindset change for this!" - Kyojuro Rengoku

Reason: This sounds something he'd say! And because he's determined!

"When danger greets you with a smile!" - Kanae Kocho

Reason: I love Kanae's smile and I like to think that underneath that smile is a dangerous woman. And she proved it.

"I'm gonna use ruthlessness." - Tanjiro Kamado

Reason: AGAIN. Infinity castle arc guys, he was ruthless with Akaza. And kill him even!

Charybdis

A/N: Anyone else happy to see Hermes in this saga? Like bro pulled up. Also did anyone see him throw it back in the Livestream??

"You must be who Hermes mentioned. A monster here to block my way!" - Zenitsu Agatsuma

Reason: HEAVY ON KAIGAKU. Like listen, Zenitsu doesn't even see Kaigaku as his senior anymore! Not after he became a demon! He deserved what Zenitsu did!

"Then oh, bring it on! I'm not dying here, I will keep fighting here!" - Tanjiro Kamado

Reason: DID NO ONE SEE HOW BRO LIVED THROUGH ALL THAT?! Like it's not everyday you fight the king of demons. It's self-explanatory.

A/N: I love how Charybdis just listened to Odysseus explain how he'd take her down, because there's a lack of chorus, and it's the only song in the whole musical that only has one person singing in it. Fun fact, in most myths, Scylla and Charybdis are together, but Mr. Jalapeño separated them and yes, Charybdis is a girl and a relative of Poseidon.

Get in the water

"There you are, coward." - Muzan Kibutsuji

Reason: I feel like Muzan would say this to Kagaya. That's pretty much it. Also because it took him forever to find the Ubuyashiki mansion.

"You can relax my friend." - Kyojuro Rengoku

Reason: He's say this to Tanjiro. I'd shit tears when I hear him say that to Tanjiro.

A/N: I love you Polites but for the love of the gods, go back to the underworld. BRO IS HAUNTING ODYSSEUS.

Six hundred strike

"For every comrade! Every one of my friends! Almost all of whom were slaughtered by your hand! SIX HUNDRED STRIKE!!!" - Tanjiro Kamado

Reason: Tanjiro would say that. He was pissed at Muzan. It's also pretty self-explanatory.

A/N: Anyone else got chills from Odysseus stabbing Poseidon? The way he said the last line of the song was cold too like damn.

End!

That concludes the vengeance saga, thank you for finding the time to read this but I'm sorry if it's slightly rushed. Circe saga next! And KNY oc content coming soon!

Special shout outs to my lovely friends once again! @puerile-treats and @julcarya

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Where Hands Touch Ch.3 ~AU Demon Slayer~

I looked around the busy hall wondering who the hell would play such a joke on me! No one was paying me attention and it pissed me off. Someone put this in my locker, and I wanted to know who! I feel a hand surprise shoulder and I jumped with a soft yelp as I looked over to see Sanemi Shinazugawa standing there laughing.

“Scare ya?” he teased.

“You ass, yes you scared me. What’s up?” I asked after tucking the note in my folder.

“Uh we usually head to next period together. You that stressed for finals you forget how to be a student?” he teased as we moved down the hall.

“Hardly just got a lot on my mind is all.” I replied.

“Well don’t worry, gym will help you forget about all your troubles.” he teased knowing it was my least favorite subject. After changing into my PE clothes, I moved outside on the track and just made plans to walk my two laps. I hated running.

“Yoo hoo, Leona!” I hear the familiar tone of Shinobu Kocho. I looked toward the bleachers to see the girl along with her boyfriend Giyu Tomioka. They weren’t in this class. I smiled and waved, moving off the track and over toward the metal seats.

“Hey, you two don’t skip, what’s the occasion?” I asked. Shinobu smiled warmly.

“The school year’s almost over, the teachers don’t care that we skip as long as our grades are high, and we don’t miss any tests.” she said. I chuckled.

“But you two usually don’t participate in all of that. Don’t tell me you’re going to participate in senior skip day too.” I teased.

“We’re only seniors once.” Giyu replied with a small smile. “It’s good to make as many memories as we can before going off to college.”

“You act like we’re not all going to attend the same college.” I said happily.

“Oh, that reminds me, Leona, would you like to take part in maybe getting a student apartment close to campus. I know you live close already, but maybe you’d like your own space away from your place?” she offered in a motherly tone. I knew she was dancing around the subject of my homelife, but I nodded and smiled.

“I think that would be a great idea. I have been saving up since I started working at the café. And you’ll be happy to know I put in a good word for all my friends who may want to get a job while on campus.” I replied. Shinobu’s eyes widened happily and Giyu just smiled lovingly at his girlfriend’s happiness.

“Oh Leona, that’s great, thank you! It’ll be so much fun to work together!” she said. I only smiled, however deep down, I was feeling anxious, not about leaving my home or even going to college, but the senior year of college, the end of our friendship as we all go our separate ways in life. Would everyone still be dating each other in college, will I find someone who makes me happy before or after I graduate so I don’t have to continue life truly alone? I sometimes felt I had no drive, no desire to take the future head on because I didn’t know what was in store for me. Who else was going to die before college starts or ends?

Once school was over, I came home, showered then drove to the café. It was already filled with teenagers and college students who have come to study. Jazz music played over the ceiling and here I felt… at ease. A familiar voice of chattering came into my ears, and I looked up from the register to see it was the Shabana siblings. Ume was in a white halter top and pink skirt and Gyutaro was in a big black hoodie and baggy jeans. Upon approaching the counter, all our eyes met and the different emotions that came at me was visible.

Ume looked stunned before shooting me a glare. I guess it was meant for Tengen but since he wasn’t here, I’d have to take it instead. Gyutaro looked caught off guard too before giving me the signature look of annoyance; he gives everyone else. However, there was a brief look of something else before that annoyance.

“Welcome in, what can I get made fresh for you all-”

“No way, you work here!” Ume blurted and I just kept my relaxed smile.

“I do. What can I get you?” I asked again. She snickered nudging her older brother’s arm with a terrified grin.

“I’ll have a cheese Danish and a medium iced caramel latte with oat milk, no whip!” she commanded. I typed in her order on the pad before nodding.

“Got it, and you?” I asked looking up at Gyutaro who just slunk his shoulders down, hands in his pockets and his eyes just looked elsewhere.

“Just a medium black coffee.” he said. I nodded noticing the door opened and a few more people entered. I stiffened as I took note of who they were: Akaza, Doma, and Kokushibo some shady teens who went to a different high school. They were always up to no good.

I brought my attention quickly back to the two before me and I nodded.

“That’ll be $11.24.” I replied. Ume simply looked at her brother with a stary gaze and the boy merely rolled his eyes and sighed reaching into his pocket and pulling out a black wallet. He handed me a ten and a five and I smiled and moved to open the register. I could feel his heavy eyes on me, but I ignored it and removed his change.

“$3.76 is your change.” I replied cupping the money and he opened his hands to me. I placed the money in his palm, feeling my fingers graze his calloused, slender fingers. He immediately recoiled his hand once our skin touched. I looked at him stunned before he muttered a quick thank you and just pushed his sister gently down to the other end where the drinks were served.

“Well, well, Leona, we meet again.” Akaza purred. I sighed but nodded.

“Hello Akaza. What can I get you all?” I merely replied trying to remain polite.

“When are you going to stop playing hard to get and give me your number?” he asked.

“I don’t give my number out to strangers.” I bit. Kokushibo smirked and Doma giggled at my answer which made Akaza shoot him a glare. After I took their orders and Doma’s credit card to pay the three moved down to the pickup area too. I glanced down to the other end noticing the Shabana siblings grab their stuff and move out onto the patio out front. I noticed smoke coming from Gyutaro’s face and I deduced he was smoking. I sighed and brought my attention back to the customers who were approaching. After I took their order, some familiar faces were walking across the large glass window of the store. Kyojuro, Sanemi and Tengen, who shot the Shabana siblings a glare which I could see Gyutaro flick his cigarette and stand-up yelling something.

“Oh no.” I replied quickly moving around the counter and outside.

“You better watch who you glare out or else I’ll put you in the ground!” Gyutaro threatened when I opened the door.

“Hey, hey, hey! What is going on?” I asked.

“Get back inside, Leona, the freak wants his ass beat!” Sanemi said harshly cracking his knuckles. The look of rage on Gyutaro’s face was quick and heavy all the while Ume was shouting obscenities in the boys’ directions. People inside were looking through the window now and already pulling their phones out to record. These boys were not going to ruin my day at work. I immediately started to smack all three boys in the back of their heads making them all shout and yelp and recoil, covering their heads.

“Ow ow! Lee! Ow!” they all cried out.

“Get in this café right now! You’re all going to drive me to drink!” I snapped opening the door and yanking them inside by their collars. They all moved inside, even Tengen who was larger than me. I closed the door behind them and sighed.

“I’m sorry guys.” I said to the two, however they were already on a big shiny motorcycle. Gyutaro was moving back, and Ume clung to him. She looked at me and gave me a perfectly polished middle finger before the bike began to speed out of the parking lot. I sighed heavily and looked down. Well at least a fight didn’t break out.

When the moon was up high, and everyone cleared out, I was walking to my car. I waved at the few other baristas and unlocked my door. I noticed a piece of paper under one of my wind shield wipers. Was someone advertising something?

I see you every day, yet you never notice me. You move with such grace behind the counter, completely unaware of how you captivate those around you��how you captivate me. I’ve memorized every detail, every smile, every word you speak, even if they’re not meant for me. It’s almost cruel, how close you are, yet so far away.

You don’t truly know me, but I know you. I know what time you start your shift, the exact moment you step through the door, how your eyes light up when you talk to certain customers. I envy them, you know? How they get to hear your voice, feel your presence, when all I can do is watch from the shadows.

One day, maybe, you’ll notice me too. Maybe then, you’ll understand the lengths I’ve gone to just to be near you. Until then, I’ll keep watching, waiting for the moment you finally see me.

Yours, always watching,

XX

I frowned lightly at the letter as I read in my car, doors locked. Okay, so it is official I have a god damn stalker. I do not have time for this! What was worse they knew my work routine. One thing for certain I knew it was a student. How else were they able to put the first note in my locker earlier? Two notes in one day, that was nerve wracking! What do I do?

I returned home after stuffing the note in my pocket and went inside. I noticed no other cars were in the driveway except for my dad’s. That meant he was home, but he was home alone thank God. My phone vibrated and I looked to see it was a text Kyojuro.

Kyojuro: I think you bruised my scalp!

Me: Serves you all right for trying to fight at my job!

Kyojuro: We wouldn’t have really done anything.

Me: Lie again!

Kyojuro: Anyways did you make it home?

Me: Yes and thank god my dad is home alone.

Kyojuro: Good if anything gets too weird you call or text me!

Me: Thanks, see you tomorrow I’m heading in.

I went inside and looked around the house. The place wasn’t too dirty. I would easily tidy up on the weekends. I walked passed the living room to see my dad sitting on the couch, face lit up by the TV.

“Hey, Dad I’m home.” I replied. He grunted and waved me off and I just nodded.

“There’s some take out in the fridge.” he called, and I smiled respectfully.

“Thank you. I’ll just head to bed.” I replied. The living room smelled like alcohol, and I just sighed. Things will be getting so much worse in the next few weeks. Once I was cleaned up and, in my room, I just lied on my back and looked at the two notes from this so-called secret admirer. Should I tell someone? No what was the point? I’ve seen shows and heard real reports from people who had stalkers. No one would care until they did something physical. If it’s a student, then that means it would be easy to narrow down.

So, I needed to figure this out myself and once I had proof of whoever was doing this, I’ll confront them!

No that’s the last thing you should do!

But what could I do? Rely on my father? No, he would more than likely blame me. Maybe my friends? No, I couldn’t make them a part of this. They could get hurt by this guy… or what if they were a girl? That’s even crazier! Do they know where I live? My mind was in a complete fog with all these questions. So, I forced myself to close my eyes and figure out what to do next. Finals and a creepy stalker, how do I deal with this!

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Is There Someone Else?

Summary. You didn't cheat. But you also didn't tell the truth. Your boyfriend of 2 years finds out, how does he react?

Warnings. angst(kinda!!?) shouting. upset Sanemi. cursing.

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The Weeknd - Is there Someone else? / Sanemi Shinazugawa

"Just tell me!" His voice shouted through the hallways of the apartments. You ignored his words and continued walking down to your home. You felt his presence creeping up behind you, shutting the door before you could even open it. Your back faced him, head down as you looked at the floor. A tear fell. "Sanemi.."

"Now. Tell me, now." His tone grew more stern. You didn't need to look at him to know his eyes were all on you. “I..” Again, your voice cracked. Having your heart beat racing wasn’t helping you either. Just saying a word took all the energy you had left. But you couldn’t handle talking about this outside your apartment. Not when your door was in front of you. “Can… Can we go inside?” Your words were soft and quiet, it was too low, but Sanemi knew what you said. His hand left the door, you opened it and entered with Sanemi shutting it from behind. 

You stood in the kitchen, hands on the counter. “So are you going to say anything?” He leaned on the fridge, an eyebrow raised. A small chuckle left your lips. “What’s so funny,” he said with a look on his face. “Well fucking speak up.”

“I will Sanemi!” You finally meet his eyes, his face changes as he can see the tears running down your cheeks. “You think I don’t want to speak up? You think I don’t know about all the lies you’ve told me?! You lied to me Sanemi..” Your words trailed as your voice was just too strained, too tired of this. 

His stance was frozen, face full of guilt. It was as if he knew exactly what you meant. The night he came home late and drunk; he didn’t speak to you all night or morning. It had been a week since the incident, and excuses such as working ‘overtime’ or hanging out with ‘friends’ it was all too much to be happening. 

But you must admit you haven’t been honest either. 

“Y/n-” “No,” you cut him off, “We haven’t been honest.” Your shoulders relaxed as the words finally came out. Communication is what is needed now to fix this, if possible. “Yes, yes please- Can we talk?” His face displays a sense of eagerness, “I want to fix this, please.” 

You nod, walking into the living room to take a seat on the opposite side of the couch. 

“You were right. I have been lying- and before you think ahead- hear me out?” Sanemi pleads as he takes his seat across from you. You give a small nod, it was the only chance he was going to get from you. “So…” He runs his hand through his hair, “That night..”

“Well fuck. I’ll just say it. I got drunk, with my friends- A girl tried hitting on me- But before you say anything, I promise, I didn’t do anything, with her. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to overthink but I should have told you, We all drank in celebration of one of my colleagues getting engaged.”

His eyes met with yours, a hint of pink spreading to his ears, “And well… I have been thinking.”

“I want to be with you y/n. I want to spend my life with you. I want to change- be better for us. My friends have been helping me out with the whole idea of marriage- proposing. Yes, I have been going out with friends and over time. I’m telling the truth. But y/n who the fuck was that guy?”

A silence filled the air before you confessed, “He’s a friend from high school. We used to be closed. He was at my cashier at work. It was random and unexpected but we decided to just hang out. As friends Sanemi.” You wanted to reassure him nothing intimate happened between you two, it was only a pair of friends catching up.

“What’s his name?” Sanemi still didn’t seem too happy about it still. “Tomioka, Giyu.” 

A snicker from Sanemi in annoyance as he rolled his eyes. “I already don’t like the name.” You furrow your brows, “It’s only his name- You haven’t even met him?! We only hung out once. And just so you know- we are not done talking about what you said earlier! Please be more honest with me!” You pout as you throw a pillow at him. 

He rolled his eyes, catching the pillow to throw it back at you. “Yeah, and you too. Now come here.”

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A/N: to be honest, the song has meaning that I didn't wanna do Sanemi dirty like that😞 hope u guys enjoy this short story, i'm not too happy w it but wtv :>