#SANEMI MY BELOVED

[tanjir0se]

If I don’t inflict my own brain fungus on my blorbos I’ll die one thousand deaths Sanemi hates the sound of men yelling and will visibly flinch whenever a man speaks particularly loudly or unexpectedly around him, thus sayeth the lord

[indigerizz]

An ugly late sketch for the new demon slayer season, the shinazugawa brothers 

[propertyofhog]

Thinking about that time Sanemi kicked Kyojuro in the head

[lun4rl0ser]

Happy birthday sanemi <3

[undeniablyares]

Sanemi fighting makes me feral. Tbh this one also totally did it for me when I first saw it 🫠

Unhinged observation

Male fanservice (Sanemi edition lol)

And now we have the tiddy-popping, abs-showing, whoring man himself Sanemi tits-mcghee Shinazugawa

We've got the infamous shot

Then this like wtffffffff? Anime-only mind youuuuu!

I dunno about y'all but this counts as fanservice to me

Imagine being the person tasked with lovingly inking Sanemi's abs lol

Sanemi isn't in this scene but Sanemi's tiddies are hehe

Same thing here, there's no need for this shot but ok 😂, Giyuu couldn't handle it so he had to dip

This is such a trad malewife pose lol, complete with the subby demeanor and the tiddy presentation. Giyuu is crying, screaming, throwing up 😭

Then there's this too, oof that waist!!!!

Then there's his official art like what's with that expression??? Hmmmmmmm??? Tryna rizz up the whole fanbase

To be continued!!

[cynderrfall]

Yearning.

[pepsiprophecy]

rkgk

[cheerscafe]

Sanemi [at the school sports festival putting on a jersey with “KILL” written on the back]: Did you hear the fucking PTA is trying to get me suspended?

Giyuu [saw Sanemi rip his shirt off to reveal sweat-glistened muscles & got so flustered he felt faint]: I think i hauve covid

[tanjir0se]

Ok because I’m super normal I’ve been thinking about Sanemi and how what we know about him relates back to how he reacted to Nezuko. He was so convinced she would attack. It’s what demons do. It’s what his mother did. Not even the bonds of family can overcome what a demon is made to do.

And then she just..doesn’t. Nezuko doesn’t harm anyone. He doesn’t have to kill her.

So why did he have to kill his own mother? How is it fair that Nezuko live but his mother had to die by his own hand? Could he have saved her, too? Was it all for nothing? Now he’s lost everything and why? When this demon gets spared? No one spared his family. Not even himself.

I’m going to be sick btw.

[imkazz]

do we think sanemi and obanai were like 'not again' when they fell into the castle

[the-mother-of-lions]

the wind hashira | hashira training arc no. 01

[mitsuristoleme]

If you asked any number of Slayers within the Corps, most would tell you that Wind Hashira Sanemi Shinazugawa has no weak spots.

How could they possibly think otherwise? The combination of his wind-hewn appearance with the bold way he displayed every one of his scars would lead anyone to believe he was a man who didn’t care about physical limits, because he, quite simply, had none.

You however, you knew different. This sacred knowledge came only by virtue of you being the one privileged with warming the abrasive Wind Pillar’s bed, and it was a weapon only you knew how to use.

“Fuck,” Sanemi whined, his head thrown back. “Fuck.”

You smirked against his skin, savoring the way he trembled beneath you as you raked your hands down his outer thighs.

“What is it, Lord Hashira?” You swiped your tongue just below his navel and blew softly against it, your breath cooling the trail you’d left behind. “Is something wrong?”

Sanemi’s hips bucked from the seat of the chair where he sat, legs spread to accommodate your body as you knelt between his thighs. From below, you spied the way his biceps rippled as he strained against his bindings, his hands tied around the back of the lacquered chair in his dining room.

Bindings, made from your obi.

“You know what’s fuckin — shit,” his low growl was cut off with a strangled moan as you sucked harshly at his inner thigh, digging your nails into the other before raking them down.

Sanemi tipped back in his seat, a tendon in his neck straining and his chest heaving as you pulled away from his flesh with a pronounced pop! You smiled at the dark violet bruise that had already bloomed, admiring its stark contrast the paleness of his skin.

A gritted whine of your name disrupted your appreciation of your handiwork. With a careful smirk, you glanced up at the red-faced, panting Wind Pillar glowering down at you between his legs. When your eyes met his, Sanemi pointedly dropped his gaze to where his cock stood straight, nearly flush against his abdomen, and back to you, in accusation and silent demand.

You suppressed a giggle; it was clear that your beloved Wind Pillar was more than pent up and desperate for release. The tip of his length had nearly turned purple in testament to how long you’d been torturing him by using your mouth everywhere but on his cock.

You could have afforded him the sweet relief you’d withheld thus far, but truthfully, you were far too transfixed by helpless submission to justify giving in to his demands quite yet.

So you leaned in, allowing your warm breath to just tickle over the underside of his rigid length, before you latched your mouth instead against the delicate skin of his other thigh, branding him with another mark to match the one you’d just given.

“I swear to fuck —,” Sanemi’s hips bucked impatiently under your ministrations, his movements further limited by the restraints you’d tied around his ankles, locking him against the chair legs. You clawed down his thighs once more before you dug your fingers into their thick, rigid muscles, heaving him closer to you. “If you don’t —“

His threat went unleveled, however, as in a single, swift movement, you parted your lips around the leaking head of his cock. The moment your mouth opened to take him all the way down your throat, Sanemi shot back in his seat so violently, he most certainly would have toppled backwards, chair and all, if not for your hands slamming down atop either of his considerable thighs to keep him rooted in place.

“Ngh — thank fuckin’ Christ,” he ground out between a litany of groans. You peered up at him as you hollowed your cheeks around his hardness, and with it was with no small amount of devious pride that you noted the way his biceps rippled and tensed as the Wind Pillar fought against his restraints.

You returned your attention back to the rhythm you set as you bobbed your head, taking more of him into your hot mouth with every stroke. Boldly, you swallowed around his pulsing length, and Sanemi’s ragged pants and snarls devolved into wanton, cracked moans.

You lost yourself to the tempo you’d said as you worked his cock, answering his euphoric sighs with satisfied hums of your own. But before long, the melodic sounds of his pleasure was interrupted by the distinct sound of fabric tearing, accompanied by a sudden tension in the Wind Pillar’s body pinned beneath your hands. Before you could pull away from him to inspect the source of the noise, Sanemi’s hands came to rest on either side of your head.

A delighted thrill shot through you like a bolt of lighting; he’d managed to break free of his restraints by summoning all of his strength to rip your obi clean in half.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he panted, his fingers weaving through the strands of your hair. “Fuck — I just —“

His explanation guttered out in favor of a series of renewed, broken groans as his hips began to twitch beneath you, Sanemi meeting each stroke of your mouth down his cock with his own, shallow thrusts.

You hummed and the vibrations from your throat made him whimper. Ordinarily, you would’ve pulled away from him for breaking your “no-touching rule,” but something about the way you’d reduced the impenetrable Wind Pillar to a gasping, desperate mess under your tongue inspired a rare but temporary mercifulness in you, and so, you allowed him to continue holding your head in place as he pushed himself further and further down your throat.

You’d let him have this one, you decided. After all, the poor man was about to learn that his disobedience meant he’d have to spill his release on his own abdomen rather than in the haven of your warm mouth or cunt.

part of my 2024 ‘make Sanemi a needy lil bitch’ agenda

[mikuyuuss]

HE IS SMILING AAAA even though its lowkey giving me:

(someone get this guy some brown contacts)

also heres the rest of the post btw

[xxlady-lunaxx]

the brief moment where sanemi died and the kakushi making the mistake to mention it to giyuu later (on a whim; they didn’t mean to, it just sort of happened) and giyuu realizing just how closely sanemi managed to avoid death. like the chances were so slim (but this motherfucker nearly had his organs tumbling out yet he still fought,, HE FOUGHT WHEN HE WAS UNCONSCIOUS) and sanemi could’ve been amongst the rows of demon slayers lost in the battle.

sanemi’s aware his situation was dire but he’s not necessarily worried (he’s good at forgetting about himself) so he doesn’t think it matters too much. but the second they’re allowed to move around, giyuu’s at sanemi’s side. he’s laying next to him, listening to him breathe. holding his hand and feeling the vague pulsing of his heartbeat. and then later, when they’ve healed relatively well, giyuu constantly having them in a position where he can listen to sanemi’s heartbeat. resting his head on his chest, his ear pressed to where sanemi’s heart is nestled inside. smiling when the beat quickens and shifting to look at sanemi’s (inevitably) red face. holding him close and reveling in the relief that sanemi isn’t dead and he isn’t going to die now.

[valartsstuff]

Hashira Yuichiro au, featuring Sanemi (again)

ANYWAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MUICHIRO AND YUICHIRO😩😩💓💓🦅🦅✨✨✨

[roselineduskbloom]

I love them so much(it’s a shitty animatic but I still love it:))