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kingkatsuki · 1 year ago

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— my protector

Tengen needs your help in trying to locate his wives on a mission, and Sanemi is furious.

Get me a man who’s only soft for us, stat😫😭

Pairing: Shinazugawa Sanemi x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, established relationship, reader is a fellow hashira, jealous Sanemi (for literally no reason), possessiveness, rough sex, slight degradation, fingering, multiple orgasms, breeding, creampie.

Word Count: 4.2k.

All Sanemi could see was red, fiery red as he roamed the halls of the Butterfly Mansion, ignoring the pain in his right arm from the wound Aoi had just patched up moments earlier.

“Shinobu will kill you if she finds you drawing your sword in here!” Aoi called after him, but Sanemi could care less as his eyes sought out the Sound Pillar.

He had just returned from a three-week-long mission to find out that Uzui had enlisted you for help on one of his missions. Practically offering you up as bait to try and find his wives who had gone missing, like that was even your problem. And Sanemi knew you were always so eager and willing to help, it was something he loved and loathed about you at the same time.

The rage continued building inside him as he pulled open another sliding door aggressively, the wood gliding back from the force as he skimmed another empty room before continuing further through the mansion.

“Listen to me, Shinazugawa.” Aoi huffed, followed after him as one of the only people inside the mansion who weren’t scared of the white-haired man, “I told you Shinobu won’t be pleased to find out you’re breaking all her doors.”

“Fuck her,” Sanemi rolled his eyes, “Where’s Uzui?”

“If you would��ve actually stopped for five minutes to let me explain, instead of being such a jerk,” Aoi crossed her arms over her chest with a huff, “He left with her a few hours ago. Said it couldn’t wait much longer, that his wives may be in danger—”

“How the fuck is that her problem?” Sanemi growled, “So he isn't here?”

“No, but I would advise you don't follow him. Your wounds—” Sanemi ignored Aoi, already halfway down the hall as he marched towards the entrance, determined to find you on his own. It was when he stepped into the courtyard that he saw Uzui coming in by the front gate with a wide smile on his face.

“Ah, my crow told me you were back!” Uzui made to step towards him to finish the conversation, but Sanemi’s sword was already drawn as he stepped towards the larger man, “Perfect timing, my friend!”

“You fucking left her there?” Sanemi barked, “Why are you back here?”

“I came to get you at the request of your lady love,” Uzui grinned as Sanemi curled his lip in irritation at the pet name, “She made me promise to tell you as soon as you got back from your mission because she wouldn’t be around. And I thought you'd prefer a personal greeting.”

“Why the fuck are you sending her on your missions anyway,” Sanemi continued, ignoring Uzui's grin, “And leaving her there!”

“It hasn’t even been twelve hours,” Uzui shrugged, standing in place even as Sanemi stepped towards him.

“That’s already twelve hours too damn long, you prick.” Sanemi drew his sword as he made to lunge towards his fellow hashira.

“She’s probably safer there than she’d ever be out in the field,” Uzui dodged a blow with the hilt of his sword, the guard barely protecting his hands as he used his body weight to push the Wind Pillar back.

“Probably?” Sanemi roared, “She’s probably got sick fucks like you all over her right now.”

“Oh,” Uzui’s lips curled into a cocky smirk at the admission, standing upright as he pushed some fallen hair away from his eyes, “So that’s it— you’re jealous.”

“I ain’t jealous, you fuckwad.” Sanemi grunted as he attempted another slash towards Uzui, knowing it was serious when the wind user hadn’t even bothered to use his power.

“Sure seems like it,” Uzui scoffed, taking another step back to avoid his attack, “Nothing is stopping you from visiting her, you know. She’s only a few towns across and I'm here to take you right to her.”

“Oh, you’re taking me to her,” Sanemi spat, “Right fucking now.”

“Someone is asking for me?” You raised a brow suspiciously at the implication. Wondering if this meant the demons had realised that you were in fact a slayer intent on taking their head. Your stomach swirled in trepidation as you tried not to show any fear, smiling at the young girl by the door as you bowed your head.

“Yeah, and frankly I’m glad,” She clung to the belt of her kimono, “He looks scary!”

“I definitely don’t want to spend the night with him,” Another girl grimaced, “I don’t think I’d make it out alive.”

You frowned, worried that you wouldn’t have time to access your katana to holster it beneath your kimono. Instead, all you had was the small dagger strapped against your thigh, which you were certain wouldn’t be enough to protect you from the attack of a demon. But at least it was better than nothing, knowing he wouldn’t attack until you were at least secure back inside this room as you bowed your head. Following her down the stairs to the entrance of the establishment, feeling a cool breeze tickle your ankles from the open door and curtain flowing in the wind.

Your heart stilled when you noticed the familiar man standing by the entrance, glaring at anyone who dared look his way as you felt your chest swell with familiarity. You hadn’t expected to see him here this night, and you certainly hadn’t expected him to be asking after you.

“Is this the girl you were asking after, my Lord?”

“Yes,” He grunted as the Madame motioned him to step forward and follow you back to your room.

You had to stop yourself jumping him in the foyer, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and cling to his broad shoulders.

Feeling the heat practically radiating from his body as you slid open the sliding door to your room, stepping to the side to allow Sanemi to follow before sliding it shut. And in an instant, his rough hands were grabbing hold of the fat at your hips to pull your body against his, your lips meeting in a bruising kiss.

Your hands reached up to thread through his messy hair as the scent of the woods mixed with his natural sweat invaded your senses. He clearly hadn’t bothered to bathe when he returned from his mission, far more concerned with finding you.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He spoke against your lips when you finally pulled away for air, still holding onto you as your nails dragged against his scalp, “I had to come home to find out you’re helping Uzui?”

“Tengen needed my help,” You murmured, and Sanemi’s nose scrunched in irritation at the use of the Sound Pillars' first name.

“Tengen,” He mocked the pitch of your voice, “Has three fucking wives that can help him, I only have one.”

“Technically,” You parroted his tone, giving him a cocky smirk as you felt his fingers press into the skin at your hips, “I’m not even your wife.”

“You’re as good as,” Sanemi scoffed as he stole another kiss, “And Uzui would do well to remember it.”

“His wives are missing,” You mumbled sadly.

“So does that mean he’s looking for a fourth?” Sanemi frowned at you as you couldn’t help but smile and shake your head at his jealousy.

“No,” You lowered your voice to a whisper, “He hasn’t heard from them for a few days, the letters have stopped coming— and he thinks something bad may have happened to them.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Sanemi couldn’t lie that it had hurt to find out from someone else that you wouldn’t be there upon his return, whether it was jealousy or the fear of losing you he was unsure. But either way, it left him with that familiar sense of dread that pooled in the pit of his stomach and threatened to boil over.

“I’m sorry, but there wasn’t much time,” You did wish you’d sent your crow to warn him, but Uzui had promised you that he would let Sanemi know. Especially since you were doing this for the sake of his wives, “He needed my help, so I offered.”

“You’re far too nice.” Sanemi shook his head, using his grip on your hips to pull you into another sultry kiss.

“I thought that’s why you loved me.” You teased.

“No,” Sanemi scoffed, “I love you for your perfect ass,” He spanked your cheek for emphasis, “Everything else is either a bonus or a crux on my life.”

“You pig.” You scrunched your nose as Sanemi couldn’t stop himself from stealing another kiss.

“I’m kidding, sweetheart,” Sanemi’s eyes softened as he reached up to cup your face in a calloused palm. His thumb stroking gentle circles against your cheek as you leaned into his touch, “But you really should stop putting yourself in harm's way.”

“I’m a hashira,” You replied simply, “It’s what we do to protect others.”

“Protecting others doesn’t mean becoming a whore.” He spat, although you knew there was no malice there. The harsh tone covered up the fear and dread he felt in your gut at the prospect of something happening to you.

“And yet here you are, at the whorehouse requesting me by name.” You smiled back, relishing in the pink hue that dusted his pale cheeks.

“I just don’t want to lose you,” His tone sobered, resting his forehead against your own as he stared down into your eyes, “What a pitiful existence it would be.”

“You won’t lose me, Sanemi.” You wrapped your arms around his waist to pull his body against you, feeling his semi-hard cock press against your hip. The time without you made even more conspicuous when he's now surrounded by the comforting scent of you again.

“Did anyone touch you?” He immediately pulled back, concern evident in his features as he looked you over.

“No, I’ve been fine,” You shook your head, “They’ve mainly had me sitting down for tea with travellers passing through.”

“Good,” He pressed a kiss against your forehead in relief as he exhaled softly, “You have no idea how much I missed you, sweet girl.”

He peppered kisses along the curve of your jaw as you tilted your head back to give him more room. Your hands smoothed along his collarbones before dipping lower to trace patterns against the marred skin that scarred his chest, pressing your fingers into the ridges as you felt the tacky sweat clinging to his skin.

“I missed you too,” You whimpered gently as his teeth found your pulse point, biting down on the sensitive skin as his tongue lashed against it.

Sanemi bullied his muscular thigh between your parted legs to keep you steady against the wall as he shamelessly fiddled with the belt of your kimono. Letting the fabric fall open as he drank in the sight of your bare skin beneath, his firm hands immediately paw at your bare sides. Noticing the small dagger that you had holstered against one of your thighs as he ran his fingers over the handle of it in satisfaction.

“That’s my girl.” He murmurs, “Not planning to use that on me are you?”

He teased, pushing it back into the holster as he moved his hands back up the curve of your hips towards your chest. Truth be told, he was relieved that you had some form of protection in here. Especially when there was the chance that a demon was responsible for the spate of missing persons in the area.

“It depends if you’re nice to me or not,” You mused.

“I’m always nice.” The words coming from Sanemi’s lips alone were enough to have a melodic laugh rumbling in your chest, as for most, Sanemi and nice were complete contradictions.

“Liar,” Throwing your head back in a pretty laugh that had Sanemi’s heart rattling against his rib cage.

“I mean, I’m always nice to you, aren’t I?” Sanemi’s thumbs stroked the underside of your breasts as he delighted in the way your body responded to him, curving your back towards him as your bare cunt pressed against the flat of his thigh.

“We shouldn’t,” You murmured, “Not here—”

“Let me have this, sweetheart,” He hummed, leaning down to capture one of your pebbled nipples between his lips as he sucked hard, “I am a paying customer, after all.”

In fact, he was going to get that money from Uzui for his pure subordination.

“Why pay for something you can get for free at home?” You teased as he afforded your other breast the same attention, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as you let out another airy moan.

“My girl wasn’t there when I arrived home, and I had heard the girls here were beautiful,” He played along, “Apparently there’s one with the best fuckin’ pussy.”

“Oh yeah?” You gasped as you felt his fingers press against the indents of your thighs, dangerously close to your labia as you bucked against his leg. Giving your clit some slight relief as Sanemi continued forward, his thumb brushing through the wet slick that coated your folds as it drooled out of your neglected hole.

“Yeah,” He repeated, pulling away from your breast with a pop as he found your clit. Pressing sloppy circles against it with the calloused pad of his thumb as he watched you shamelessly grind yourself into his touch, “Apparently she’s already fucked into the shape of another guy though.”

“Must be a lucky guy,” Your eyes rolled back, knocking your head against the wall when you felt two of his thick digits slip inside your tight hole with ease. Scissoring them to loosen you up as he pulled back to watch you inquisitively through half-lidded eyes.

“The fuckin’ luckiest.” Sanemi grinned as he felt your walls throb around his fingers. He deliberately curled them towards the spongy spot inside you that he knew would have you seeing stars as he began to focus each roll of his wrist against it.

His name continued to spill from your lips as he kept his movements poised and focused, his rough thumb kneading circles against your clit as he worked you towards your release. No one knew your body better than he did, and he knew after being pent up for so long how little effort it would take to have you dangling on the edge of your release.

“Fuck, Sanemi.” You moaned, already feeling yourself dangerously close to falling, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Then cum.” He spoke as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, and his blase tone immediately had your cunt clenching around him as you swan dived directly into your bliss. The pleasure surged through your body hard and fast as you came undone, his darkened eyes focused on your movements a he kept his fingers pressed against that same velvety spot. Following the wave of your hips as you rode out your release, unrelenting against the sensitive area as he already had you hurtling towards a second.

It was too much, and not enough at the same time. Your pliant walls throbbed around his slick digits as you wished for something more, something bigger.

“‘Nemi, fuck me please.” You whined pitifully.

“Such a filthy mouth on such a pretty girl,” He teased, but he pulled his fingers away from your sopping heat, lifting them up to the light to spread them as you noticed the silvery webs of your release clinging to them as he pushed them between your lips to taste yourself.

You tried to speak, but the pads of his fingers against your tongue muffled the words as you cleaned them off. His lips curled into a satisfied smile as he pulled them out of your mouth, dragging your glossy bottom lip down in the process as both hands immediately reached for his belt.

“When we get home I am fucking you like you deserve.” Sanemi spoke coolly, “Not some quick fuck in a whorehouse.”

“I deserve everything you give me, 'Nemi.” You smile up at him lazily before watching him tug his pants down, revealing his fat cock to your prying gaze.

You immediately reached for it, and he let you. Hissing when your smaller palm wrapped around the girth of him, giving him a teasing jerk that had his nostrils flaring and his jaw locking. Your thumb swipes over the swollen tip to gather the pearl of pre before smoothing it down his length, delighting in the choked grunt that rumbled at the back of his throat.

“Is that so?” He continued, “So bending you over the moment I get you home will be deserved,” His voice darkened, his own palm joining yours against his length as he tightened your grip on his cock, holding your hand steady as he fucked himself into your fist, “You tease.”

“Fuck,” Your cunt throbbed around nothing at his suggestion, as you instinctively spread your legs further apart, “Please, 'Nemi.”

Sanemi curled a palm beneath your thigh to hoist it up against his hip, spreading you open for him as you guided the leaky tip of his cock between you. Stroking it against your drenched folds as you coated him with your essence, moaning when the swollen tip nudged your puffy clit. Feeling yourself growing more impatient as Sanemi pulled his hips back to tease you, pushing your hand away from his cock as he wrapped himself in a fist. Pressing the head against your tight entrance as he felt your hole tremble against him, trying desperately to coax him in as he indulged himself with your reaction.

“‘Nemi, don’t be an asshole,” You pouted as you tried to can’t your hips forward, feeling the tip breach your entrance before he was quick to move his hips back. More than content with teasing you, despite being in such an open, compromising place.

“If I were an asshole I’d leave you unsatisfied like this to search for the demon myself,” He goaded, pressing his hips forward once more.

“Sanemi,” You whined in irritation, “Don’t tease me, please, it’s been too long.”

He didn’t give you a moment to think before he was bullying his cock inside your tight cunt. Your inner walls stretched to accommodate his girth as he moulded you to the shape of him once more, reminding you of exactly who you belonged to. The sensation stole the air from your lungs as you could do little but cling to his broad shoulders as he afforded you a moment to adjust to his size, dragging himself from your velvety walls before canting his hips forward again. Setting a languid motion as he slowly rolled his hips against you.

“Sanemi,” You sighed in satisfaction as you felt whole once more. Too many lonely nights were spent dreaming of this as you felt him finally bottom out, the coarse hairs at the base tickling your clit as you bit down on your bottom lip.

“We’re in a whorehouse,” He mused, still sluggishly rolling his hips into you, “It only seems right that I treat you like one.”

Your cunt clenched around his cock hard at the notion, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Sanemi who grinned in satisfaction. His fingers tighten their grip around your thigh as he takes this as his answer.

Sanemi is brutal as he fucks into you, not sparing you a moment's peace as he uses you for his own gratification. The sound of skin against skin echos the small room as his balls slap against the curve of your ass with each forward cant of his hips. The ferocity of his thrusts has your breasts bouncing and your thighs crying out for some relief as you struggle to stand upright, thankful that Sanemi’s strong body has you pinned against the wall as he fucks into you.

“Oh my god,” You cry out, nails digging into his skin as he maintains his pace. His other hand squeezes at the fat of your ass as he angles his hips, the curve of his cock drags against the spot inside you that he knows will have you seeing stars as the blunt tip kneads your cervix.

“Look at me.” Sanemi growls, his warm breath fanning your face as he keeps a consistent pace.

Your eyes meet his and you’re certain you’ll cum under the intensity of his gaze alone, your cunt clenches in retaliation as he continues to thrust into your sopping hole. Each sultry moan he pulls from deep in your chest has him rolling his hips with more vigour, eager to have you repeat them as he works you towards your climax.

It’s pitiful really, how easily he has you submitting to him as you already feel the telltale signs of your climax ebbing in your pelvis. The pressure builds up as it nears breaking point as Sanemi pushes into you with more ferocity, using your body for his own means as he works himself to his own release.

“I’m going to leave you pumped full of my seed,” He growls against your cheek, his chest heaving as he feels his balls begin to tighten, “Leave it drooling down your thighs when I’m finished with you. So that everyone knows who you belong to—”

You knew this was a direct attack on Uzui, and the fact that he’d handpicked you for his assistance on this mission. Even though there was nothing in it beyond securing the safety of his wives, it had Sanemi oozing with jealousy and he was intent on reminding the Sound Pillar that you were not his plaything.

“Do you also need a reminder of who you belong to, sweetheart?” Sanemi spoke lowly as he fucked into your pliant walls, slipping a hand between your connected bodies to press sloppy circles to your clit.

“No, ‘Nemi—” That familiar sensation throbbed between your thighs as you teetered on the cusp of your climax.

“No? Then who do you belong to?”

“You, ‘Nemi. You—” You choked out, leaving messy red lines against his chest now as he pressed harder against your clit.

“Louder.”

“You, ‘Nemi! It’s always been you!” You cry out, certain that the rest of the floor could hear you as you began to gush around his cock. Your hips bucked wildly as he pinned you in place, keeping his thumb firm against your clit as he watched you ride out your climax. Indulging in the debauched noises that escaped from between your pretty, bruised lips.

“Good girl,” He snarled before moving his hand from your clit to resume a damn near savage pace. Rutting hips against your own messily, working himself towards his own end as he felt the way your walls continued clenching around him in the aftershocks of your climax, “Such a good girl for me.”

He arched his back so he could look down at where your bodies were connected, watching the way his thick cock disappeared inside your velvety walls. And the creamy ring of slick that you’d left around the base of him, the silvery lines matting into his pubes as he felt his balls begin to seize. Certain he wouldn’t be able to last much longer before giving a few more sloppy thrusts and emptying his balls into your warm, wet cunt.

Sanemi stayed buried inside you, feeling the last spurts of his orgasm surge through him as he coated your walls in thick, white spunk. Cherishing the final few flutters of your walls around him as you both came down from your highs, peppering kisses against your face as you placed a palm against his chest to feel his racing heart, the dull thump of it soothing you as you felt your thick lashes begin to flutter.

“Don’t fall asleep, sweetheart.” Sanemi rasped, starting to pull himself out of your spent cunt as you whined in objection. Trying to tighten your thigh around him to keep his hips in position as he grinned down at you; pressing an apologetic kiss to the side of your lips before looking down to see the mess of your combined release stringing against his length as the silvery lines split apart, “I’m sorry, I’ve gotta.”

You knew he had to go, Uzui was probably still waiting for him on a rooftop somewhere. Hopeful that you’d have some news to share with Sanemi about the whereabouts of his wives, but you felt the regret begin to pool in the pit of your stomach as reality settled back in.

“If you want to leave with me, I’ll take you right now,” He said as though it was the most simple thing in the world, “But if you want to stay in I’ll be watching.”

You didn’t have to tell him your answer, he already knew. Placing a final, lingering kiss on your lips as he held you in his arms, “Nothing will ever happen to you as long as I’m around.”

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luvnami · 10 months ago

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vamp!sanemi who bites your neck, drinking more than he needs just because you taste so sweet and delicious. he gifts you gowns with deep necklines, to show off all the marks that he leaves so that no one will touch what is his. he fucks you deep and fast, making sure that your eyes roll back into your head and you leave scratches down his back. he owns you.

vamp!giyuu who drinks from your wrist, leaving gentle kisses down your shoulder till he feels your pulse beat like a frenzied drum under his tongue. he never drinks enough, to keep the craving of you dry in the back of his throat. he kisses you as he pushes into your heat, swallowing your pretty moans. he worships you.

vamp!tengen who drinks from your inner thigh, enjoying your soft skin and wetness that drips dangerously close to his lips. he pushes and pulls, teasing you almost beyond your limits, keeping you on your toes. he gives back double what he takes, licking every bit of your nectar that drips down his fingers. he spoils you.

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ayyy-pee · 11 months ago

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ℍ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕤

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Pairing: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Female Reader

Summary: But you can see - in those deep violet eyes of his - three little words swimming behind them that he's been itching to say to you for quite some time now. You want to say them too, have for as long as you can remember.

But you're both Hashira. It's already enough that you both keep towing this dangerous line, finding yourselves in this exact predicament more often than not.

Sanemi is just so down bad for reader.

Story Warning: Smut, Alley Sex, P in V sex, Profanity bc c'mon...it's me, Vaginal Sex, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Sanemi being bad at feelings, Secret Flings, Secretly in Love, Sneaking Around, Some canon Giyuu hate from Sanemi, Reader is a Hashira too!

Art by: krit961 (Twitter)

A/N: This is my first time writing for this fandom ever, but the Sanemi brainrot has been so INSANELY strong I just had to write SOMETHING up. It's nothing crazy and I'm rusty because it's been awhile for me but ugh. THIS ONE IS FOR YOU SANEMI!!!! Also shoutout to @lemonlover1110 for helping me with the title!

“We should head back…” You sigh, breaths coming rapidly. “Before…” A quiet gasp interrupts your words when you feel the sting of teeth sinking into your neck. “Before the others notice…”

”Fuck the others,” a gravelly voice growls into the juncture of your neck. Large hands grasp your thighs hard, holding them wide open as a hard form sits between them. “Don’t give a fuck if they notice, either. Maybe Tomioka will stop staring like a lovesick puppy if he figures it out.”

He buries his face further into your neck, grumbling against your skin. Something along the lines of “I hate that guy” and “I should gouge his eyes out”.

Your fingers slip into the snowy white tresses at the nape of his neck, gripping hard and pulling so that you can see his face. Pretty, long lashes cover hooded purple eyes that soften the moment they catch sight of you. The softness is such a contrast to the deep, pitted scars scattered along his face. But he’s beautiful all the same.

“Sanemi…”

At the sound of his name on your lips, he rolls his eyes. “If you’re gonna defend him–”

“Sanemi –”

“I don’t wanna hear it.”

Your lips set into a deep frown, and Sanemi matches your expression, stubborn as ever. “What is your issue with Giyuu anyway?”

Sanemi scoffs, “Giyuuuuuu,” he mocks with a nasally tone. “Stop talking about him.”

“You brought him up!”

His mouth finds yours, rough and hungry, all consuming. It’s all teeth and tongue, nipping at your lips because he knows they’ll still be just swollen enough by the time you both get back. He’s marking his territory in his own way, as much as he can. Possessive and jealous, even when he knows he has no reason to be, no right to be. But he can’t help it.

You don’t belong to him, you don’t belong to anyone. Because you know it wouldn’t be smart to commit to any one person. Not in this line of work.

Sanemi has you pressed against the bamboo fencing in the darkest part of an alleyway, just outside of the Ubuyashiki Mansion with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. It’s your usual meeting spot when you’ve been separated for some time, both of you too impatient to wait until the early morning hours when the Hashira meeting has finally ended to see each other.

“Fuck me,” Sanemi groans against your lips. He places an arm beneath your ass, holding you up as his other hand hikes your uniform skirt up to your waist. “Swear this gets shorter every time I see you.”

A giggle slips past your lips, because it absolutely gets shorter every time he sees you. You do it on purpose because you know it drives Sanemi up the wall to see little peeks of your ass and not be able to do anything about it. Makes him even crazier that he knows others can see it, too, and he can’t do anything but shoot death glares at anyone who dares to let their gazes roam.

But you can’t let Sanemi know that. So you pout, laying your palms against his exposed chest and tracing his scars with your fingertips. You watch as his eyes flutter, sensitive to the touch. “You don’t like it? I can always request a change in uniform…”

Sanemi groans, leaning forward and kissing you hard. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” He presses his groin into your, evidence of his arousal against your soaking core. “You look so good in it.” His hand slinks between your bodies, thumb going straight to your clit, where he presses down, a shit eating grin spreading across his face when your back arches off the wall and you moan. “Look even better in it when you’re making that face.”

Your nails dig into his scars and Sanemi’s reaction is automatic, hips rocking forward roughly and now you’re both whining into each other’s mouths. You’re sure if anyone came across the two of you, you’d appear as this horny couple who couldn’t bother to wait until they got home to dry hump each other. And outside of the couple part, they’d be correct. Sanemi ruts against you, his erection running deliciously along your clothed cunt. Your lips slot together, tongues deep in each other’s mouths as Sanemi grunts into yours, and you keen into his.

There’s not much time to waste, you’re meant to be at the mansion soon. It would be suspicious if one Hashira, let alone two were missing when the Master arrived and if asked, the crows would spill your secrets in a heartbeat. You need to hurry. And Sanemi feels the pressure too. Even though he loves to annoy you pretending he doesn’t care about being late or cluing in the others on what’s going on, he would never disrespect the Master.

Pausing his movements and leaning back to peer down at you, Sanemi sighs. He’s so painfully hard, his length throbbing within the confines of his uniform as he drinks in the sight of your kiss swollen lips, just the way he wanted them. And your face flushed, pupils blown wide as all hell with arousal. He’s sure he looks much the same, knowing you’re just as possessive as he is, though you hardly show it. It’s simply easier to hide your little territorial marks, the scratches you leave on him when they blend in so well among the rest of his scars.

Your fingers ghost along his chest, finding his nipples and you pinch the hardening buds, smirking when you see the way Sanemi’s eyes almost roll back. He can’t take another fucking second of this teasing. Not after he hasn’t seen you in who knows how long. He wants you badly that even your voice is enough to make him ruin his pants right now. It’s the semi-annual Hashira meeting tonight and he’s not willing to wait until Himejima is done yapping to have you.

Sanemi tugs at his uniform, getting his pants down just barely enough to pull his cock out. The tip is angry, red, just as desperate to be inside you as Sanemi. It glistens with his desire for you and you only.

“Gonna fuck you now, okay?” He tells you, hooking a finger into your undergarments and pulling them to the side. He runs his digits through your folds, hissing when he feels how drenched you are. It helps when he slips two fingers into you, mouth falling open when you throw your head back with a cry, your walls clamping around him. This Sanemi’s favorite part. Watching the way your brows knit together, how your pretty teeth dig into your plush bottom lip to bite back your moans, how your pussy makes the most lewd noises as he pumps his fingers into you.

You are glorious.

Always have been. It’s why he can never get enough of you. You’re insanely strong, clearly. You’re a Hashira, standing alongside him and some of the strongest in the corps. But you’re also blessed with a beauty that rivals every woman Sanemi has ever laid eyes on. He’s drawn to you in ways he cannot explain, ways he doesn’t need an explanation for. It’s why he hates catching the little glances from a certain other Hashira. Not that anyone knows what you two have going on, but all Sanemi knows is that he –

“Sanemi…” you whimper, eyes gazing softly at him. “Please. I need you.”

And he doesn’t need to hear more. His lips crash against yours as he swiftly pulls his fingers from you, gripping his length tightly and pumping himself. “How bad do you need me?” He asks. Because he needs you so fucking bad right now he can’t think straight. His mind is foggy, his body burns with his lust for you.

“So, so bad, Sanemi,” you loop your arms around his neck, kissing him just as eagerly as he kisses you. “I need you more than anything.”

Sanemi groans, pressing the tip of his cock to your entrance. But his eyes never leave your face, even as the tip breaches your walls and makes him want to shut his eyes and focus on not cumming embarrassingly fast. He wants to see you, watch the way you lose yourself when he splits you open. The thought of it has him pulsing painfully in his hand. He rolls his hips forward, slowly, gritting his teeth when your wet warmth envelops him. “Still so goddamn tight for me,” he grunts. “Your greedy cunt is sucking me right in, fuck.”

Your nails dig into the fabric of Sanemi’s shirt, hanging on for dear life as Sanemi pushes deeper and deeper into you. As many times as you’ve been in this position with Sanemi, it always feels like the first time. He’s so long and thick, you have to adjust every time he slips into you.

“Oh my god,” you whine, and Sanemi pauses.

“You okay?”

“Yes…just…fuck me, please, Sanemi…”

He grips your thighs, pushing you back against the bamboo fencing to hold you in place. And then he thrusts forward, bottoming out in one swift motion and you both cry out in unison, the overwhelming pleasure making you both shudder.

“Fucking hell,” Sanemi sighs. He places his hands beneath your ass, keeping you still while he rears his hips back, only to slam back into you over and over. He pounds into your pussy at a relentless pace. Half because you’re on one hell of a time crunch, and half because he can’t help it. He feels animalistic when it comes to you, fucking into you mindlessly because it just feels so goddamn incredible. Every thrust feels better than the last, your warm walls clenching around him with each snap of his hips.

“I can’t go that long without you again…” Sanemi croaks, catching himself because he feels he’s getting too sentimental. “...without your pretty little pussy.”

“God, just say you missed me, you asshole.” You tell him, moving your own hips to meet his strokes. Though your words come out as more of this pathetic whimper than an actual demand and it makes Sanemi’s hips stutter. Just briefly. His hands on your ass lift you up before pulling you to sink back down on him.

Sanemi chuckles, leaning back just enough so that he can look between your bodies, watch the sticky strings of your slick connecting you, watch how his dick disappears. “Did you miss me?”

“Yes!” You cry when Sanemi hits a particularly tender spot. “Shit, I missed you so much, Sanemi.”

His brows rise, a little surprised by the confession, and a loud one at that. “Oh?” He kisses you hard, keeping his pace. Your confession turns him on more than he’s willing to admit. He missed you, too, though it’s harder for him to say so. Instead he fucks all of his feelings into you.

How he misses you when you’re apart, because his thoughts are dangerously distracted wondering what you’re doing, who you’re with, if you’re alive.

How he wishes you’d be assigned missions together, so he could watch you tear a demon's head straight from their shoulders. Then find somewhere to stay the night so he can fuck you on every surface possible (He’s done this with you before. He wants to do it with you again).

How he wishes he could open his mouth and tell you how he truly feels.

But those feelings have always been foreign to him. Sanemi is lucky you understand his silence, that you accept his actions for what they are and let them speak for him. You accept everything he gives you happily. And as you tighten your legs around his waist, as you quietly let your pleasure be heard by him and him alone, as your walls clamp down around him with your release, convulsing and pulling him into you, Sanemi can only thank the Gods for every shitty circumstance that led him to you.

Does he deserve you? Probably not. Does he care? Absolutely not.

Because you chose him. This secret…whatever this is. Out of anyone in this world, you chose Sanemi.

And it’s enough to send him over the edge with you, gasping desperately for air as he tries to find your lips again. He closes his eyes, pushing himself as deep as he can as his release floods your walls. It’s so much, a build up over time and he knows his seed will be dripping out of your core before he’s even had a chance to pull out. It’s always this way. Because Sanemi doesn’t bother entertaining other women when he’s away. He only wants you. So the second he’s within the same vicinity as you, he has literally so much to give.

You never seem to mind.

Sanemi breaks the messy kiss, placing gentle, sweet pecks to your cheek before he leans back to stare down at you. That fucked out look on your face almost has him getting hard again. But you don’t have time for that, so he just watches you and you watch him. And he’s glad for the fact that you can’t see the way his mind is racing with only thoughts of you, thoughts of this feeling he’s buried so deep trying to claw its way up Sanemi’s throat.

But you can see - in those deep violet eyes of his - three little words swimming behind them that he's been itching to say to you for quite some time now. You want to say them too, have for as long as you can remember.

But you're both Hashira. It's already enough that you both keep towing this dangerous line, finding yourselves in this exact predicament more often than not.

It's a little more than ridiculous actually, the way neither of you can resist sneaking glances, hiding touches, making excuses to leave on missions together. You and Sanemi…you're drawn to each other, your strings of fate knotted tightly together. It’s become impossible to leave each other alone. You don't think you'd be able to resist what you're doing even if you met as two civilians on the street. Hell, you couldn't resist each other all those years ago when you were low ranked corps members.

Training was a confusing hell back then, every session filled to the brim with fury and a strange and thick tension neither of you could put your finger on until way down the line. It wasn't until one particular training session when Sanemi had you pinned to the ground, his strong hips pressing into yours, that you then understood what that tension was. The evidence was apparent in the way Sanemi's hard stare bore into yours, how the heat between your legs began to ignite when you felt Sanemi’s thick length pulse against you, how something akin to a whimper fell from his lips when his gaze snapped down quickly just in time to watch the hem of your uniform skirt slip further, enough for him to see the way your bodies seemed to just…fit.

Then his eyes were back on your face, your lips, now parted as harsh breaths escaped you. Your eyes, wide and wanting, peered up at him from beneath your lashes and Sanemi remembers this being the very moment he stopped denying what he had always known. You are breathtakingly beautiful. He also recalls this being the moment he knew he was done for.

So when your hands found themselves placed against his not yet scarred chest, balling the sweaty fabric of his shirt in your fists…when he leaned closer and curiously rolled his hips against your clothed core and heard you let out the most captivating sound he'd ever heard, a sound he's been obsessed with since he's heard it…when he pressed his lips lightly to yours and you whispered into his mouth “I've never done this before”.

Yeah, Sanemi knew then that he was fucked.

And though that night was not the night you'd given your virginity to Sanemi - that would happen years later - it was the night Sanemi tasted you for the first time. And he devoured you time and time again like a man starved. He would have you any way and any time that he could, if you allowed him.

That was only the beginning.

Not much has changed in the years that you have been keeping up this arrangement with Sanemi. It's the only thing that you both keep coming back to, the only thing that feels solid. Though you both know it's stupid to feel as if anything in this line of work is not at risk.

Every night that you lie awake, together or not, is a reminder. Every semi-annual meeting with the Hashira, mentally taking a headcount of everyone is a reminder. Every Hashira meeting without Rengoku, without Tengen is a reminder.

Death is always standing just outside your door.

You can't afford to delude yourselves into thinking you can freely love and care for each other. Not until this thousand year war is over. Not until you are free to roam beneath the stars together without the scent of blood, the cries of pain and loss tainting the night.

So, as you and Sanemi slip into the gates of the Ubuyashiki Mansion, your fingers brush together just briefly - a silent display of those words you dare not mutter aloud. You make your way to your respective places amongst the strongest of the Demon Slayer corps; you, next to Tomioka and Sanemi beside the Serpent Hashira. And while you quietly mingle with those around you before the Master appears, you miss the hushed conversation further down the line.

“You reek of her,” Obanai remarks. Resting around his shoulders, his snake whips his tongue out at Sanemi in almost an agreement.

“Shut up.”

“You're more tense than normal. Did you finally confess? Did she reject your advances?”

“I said shut up,” Sanemi growls. The chatter of everyone is already grinding on his nerves and your voice is not helping. He wants to look at you. See what - or who - has you giggling and speaking so sweetly that it's making him sick. It shouldn't matter. You can talk to whoever you want.

‘Except Tomioka,’ Sanemi thinks. But it's only because he's so clearly in love with you! He can't understand how you don't see it.

“Looks like Tomioka is making his move,” Obanai notes quietly, like he read Sanemi’s mind.

Sanemi can hear the teasing tone in his voice. The asshole is really getting a kick out of this. Even still, it's enough to have Sanemi’s gaze snapping over to you just in time to see Tomioka and you smiling sweetly at each other, nodding and whispering amongst yourselves.

It shouldn't make Sanemi as upset as it does, just seeing you enjoy yourself with him, seeing him enjoy himself with you. Your smiles, your laughs, your kindness. It should only be for Sanemi. But you're a kind person…too kind. So kind you'd allow a monster like himself to fall in love with you.

Tomioka is much kinder, more understanding, better for you than Sanemi could ever be.

And so, seeing you and him bond…Well, it fills Sanemi with a rage so hot he finds himself standing, eyes locked on the back of your head. You must feel it, his gaze beating down on you like rays of heat from the sun itself, because you fall silent and your head snaps around. Your eyes find Sanemi's immediately, gaze wide and questioning.

Tomioka looks confused as well. ‘Good,’ Sanemi thinks. He can't wait to see the look on the Water Hashira's face when Sanemi does what he's been wanting to, but admittedly too scared to do for so long – claim you as his in front of everyone.

He lets the fumes of his anger fuel him, gritting his teeth so hard his jaw hurts. And then he's opening his mouth to speak, tongue on the roof of his mouth as all other chatter dies and the eyes of the other Hashira land on him.

“I lo-”

“The Master has arrived!” Twin voices call in unison.

And it's like muscle memory for every single Hashira, falling in line on one knee with their heads bowed as the Master approaches. His arrival extinguishes the fire that burned hazardously within Sanemi just seconds before, soothes the scorching left behind. His head is clear now, the reminder of why you both choose to keep your meetings between just you two evident.

You have a job to do. Defeating this evil comes before all things, even you. Though with the way Sanemi almost blew the lid off of your secret, he's not sure how much longer can go on without openly being with you.

But it sparks something within him - a new fire. One that burns solely for one purpose.

To defeat Kibutsuji Muzan…so that he can finally, and fully have you.

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sluttysanemi · 1 year ago

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Streamer Sanemi would be the type to show you off on stream and when you leave and he text you show the chat your text and how much you love him can you write something about that?

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STREAMING LOVE

c/w: fluff... they're IN LOVE!!

a/n: i might need to slow down w these requests cuz i need to place my full attention on love's serendipity. doesnt mean u shouldnt send them, i love ur ideas!! it jst might take me longer to reply, is all. also a sub sanemi post might be coming soon

Shinazugawa was fairly prominent on Stream. Known for his outbursts throughout his gameplay, his foul mouth quickly recognisable. You hadn't disliked his platform, content that your partner could enjoy himself amongst an extensive following. He had still pleased you as a spouse, creating continuous prompts that you had been cherished.

His public persona had not distracted him from his love for you

You once paid him a visit during his recording. You hung within the background, browsing through your phone idly.

He was reluctant to draw unwarranted attention that you may not appreciate, so you continue to entertain yourself, a comfortable moment.

It wasn't until the viewers swiftly grew an interest in the unfamiliar woman lingering in the far distance. They promptly grew insistent, demanding on discovering who this odd, recognisably gorgeous, character had been.

Sanemi took notice, and smiled widely. A prideful grin.

He points to your direction, growing further spark of your presence within the audience. He announces, “She’s my girlfriend.” He had then paused for a period, glancing at you longingly, before hastily chanting out your name.

You glance upwards, from your phone, and quickly come aware of the atmosphere. Your cheeks heat, and you chuckle shyly.

Sanemi leads you over, eager to ensure that his viewers receive a strong glimpse of his beloved.

You maneuver along, taking a prominent seat upon his sturdy thigh. He wraps his arm around your waist, holding you close to him

“Look how fuckin’ pretty she is. Sweetest goddamn girl.” He placed a peck against your cheek. “So beautiful.” He ensured to prolong your embarrassment, as he teasingly caressed across your thigh, consistently pressing his lips to yours.

His viewers had adored it all.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Later that evening, Sanemi continued to stream, amusing his audience with his thunderous voice. He would not grow distracted.

Until you had texted him.

Sanemi had interrupted his game, responding quickly to your notice. He began to beam dorkishly, glancing from the camera to his phone. He shoves the display into the camera’s frame, revealing your recent texts.

“She’s cookin’ me my favorite tonight.”, he announced proudly. He began to scroll, displaying your conversation, filled with affectionate remarks between you two.

He hastily pulls his phone away, passing it a swift, finishing glance.

He places it again on the desk and opens his game.

“Love that girl.”, he hummed.

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sweetfushi · 11 months ago

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CONFESSING TO THEM

fluff | tengen uzui, kyojuro rengoku, sanemi shinazugawa x reader, reader nearly dies, tengen has three wives and you're tryna become his fourth | word count. 1.4k

TENGEN UZUI.

You know he’s married, thrice too. But sitting next to Tengen and watching him observe the Koi in the pond, a subtle smile on his face, warms your chest. You don’t realise that you’d started gazing at him longingly until he catches you, turning to you with a big grin. The beads of his headpiece rattled in the wind alongside your flowing hair.

“Tengen,” you start, voice meek and apprehensive, “I know you’re… married, but um, I don’t think I can continue our friendship if I don’t tell you.” At this point, your voice trails off into a whisper he has to lean in to hear. You almost outwardly giggle at the close proximity.

“You like me, huh?”

“What? Did you– have you known all along?” You huff and grab a nearby pebble to throw at him, only for it to bounce off his bicep in the midst of his snickers.

“I’d feel bad for you if you had tried to be subtle about it,” Tengen teases, leaning in closer until your faces are centimetres apart. When he sees your flushed expression, he shakes his head and rests his right cheek on his fist. “I can’t blame ya for failing though, it was hard for me too.”

You sit upright. “Wait, what?”

“Y’re pretty ditzy today, eh?”

You’re tempted to slash the charming smirk off his face. For the first time since the conversation started, you lock eyes with him (albeit having to almost painfully crane your neck to do so). From the way he maintains your gaze and lets you witness the boyish glint in his eyes, you’re convinced he isn’t lying to you with what he’s implying.

“I’ve had my eye on you for a while now,” he admits, stretching his arms. “So I’m glad you’re not threatened by the idea.”

You purse your lips. “How are you going to deal with four wives?”

Tengen glances at you from the corner of his eye, grinning. “You mean it’s harder than handling three? My wives are my partners, not liabilities. You’d be no different.”

You lower your head to hide your impending smile, though he catches your expression even when you don’t think he does. If anything, he’s eager to witness more of your excitement. He finds it adorable that you can barely look him in the eye, even when he gets on one knee in front of you. He’s not proposing - your conversation already acted as one - instead, he wants to see your face. Tengen wants to see what he’s doing to you.

“Ring or necklace?” He asks.

You contemplate it before telling him your choice.

“Consider it done.”

KYOJURO RENGOKU.

“You must eat,” Rengoku tells you in that booming voice of his. He’s already scoffing down two of the bentos that had been provided to him by the cooks, but you had barely touched your food. You were starving, but your nerves overshadowed your hunger.

“I will,” you nod.

A minute goes by and all that is heard is Rengoku’s small comments on the food; tasty, yummy, delicious, incredible. Whenever he stares at you, you nod and smile along with him, but you notice his smile drop slightly further every time he does look at you.

“Is something the matter?” He chimes in, disturbing your racing thoughts. At this point, he’s stopped eating and is just waiting for you to answer, but for the past ten minutes you had been trying to plot how to go about telling him. I’ll never end up telling him at this point, you realise. So, you sip some of your water, place it back down on the coaster and lift your head to face him directly.

“I like you, Rengoku.”

For a moment, it’s silent. “And I don’t want that to make what we have weird, I even considered not telling you because I don’t wanna lose you, but if I don’t tell you it feels like I’m lying to you–”

“You stress too much,” he smiles, watching your throat bob as you swallow thickly. The flame hashira can sense your impending tears and feels oddly honoured that he had the ability to make them happy or sad ones.

Now that you reflect on what you’ve just done, you perhaps should have waited until the two of you - or he at least - had finished eating. Feelings like this are hard to stomach, especially from one hashira to another. While you’re contemplating your confession, you feel his gaze burn into you and, somehow, you find the strength within yourself to not avoid it.

“I’m sorry, I’ll pay for our food as compensation–”

“Compensation for what?” He laughs, your heart aching at the sight of such a brightly lit expression. “If anything, I need to eat more from how overjoyed I am.”

You pause. “Overjoyed?”

“That might be an understatement, but I can’t find the words at the moment,” he admits, that smile still stuck on his face. What you had yet to realise throughout these two years was that Rengoku had admired you the most out of everyone he had met. Yes, Tengen was flashy and Tokito was level-headed, but out of all the esteemed hashira, his flame had been ignited the most around you. Only now could he let it burn as it wished.

“I like you too, very much.”

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA.

“Stop looking like that,” he taps the blunt side of his katana on your arm, knocking you out of your daze - the daze you had been in the entirety of this dispatch. It wasn’t anything major, a few rowdy demons that have been unsettling the village near to the woods you were currently in, but Sanemi had insisted that he accompany you for it.

“Sorry,” you mumble, sheathing your own katana after having wiped it clean of blood.

Sanemi eyes you for a moment. He knows you’re mature enough to handle yourself and manage your emotions, though he’s come to realise that it doesn’t mean you should be left to do so. So, the scarred hashira doesn’t prod further. Not until you fail to register the unexpected demon launching at you from behind, teeth bared and eyes maniacal.

“You’re askin’ to be killed, damn it!” He finally yells, his brows furrowed from the sheer adrenaline and anxiety he just endured. Sanemi never truly yells at you unless he’s unmistakably upset, so his raised voice makes your lips part and your eyes widen with a late registry of what risk you had induced.

“You wanna be in your feelings? Fine, just don’t do it when you’re out to work! At this rate, we’ll need backup just to make sure your reckless ass is bein’ protected with those villagers!” He’s breathing heavily at this point, his face in yours as he heaves and trembles.

Sanemi is still unsettled even when the two of you finally return to base, washing up and filling your stomachs during the last few hours before you’d call it a day. When you wander out into the pond gardens, your arms crossed over your chest to shield yourself from the night’s breeze, you almost turn the other direction when you spot Sanemi squatting at the edge of one of the smaller pools of water. He’s skipping rocks, watching them dance across the water, or occasionally fail to do so and fall into the pond or onto a lilypad instead.

“Don’t try and avoid me now,” he sighs guiltily, observing his reflection in the water momentarily before rising to his feet and turning to face you. “I shouldn’t…” he scratches the back of his neck. He’s not used to apologising for something he usually does so casually. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you,” he confesses.

“No, I’m glad you did,” you admit, licking your lips. “I like you too much for you to act like you don’t care about me. You’ve noticed, surely.”

Sanemi isn’t sure he has noticed. That thought alone made him kiss his teeth - had he been so distracted by his own feelings to notice yours? The question raided his mind for a few moments while you, unbeknownst to him, watched as his lips pursed and his cheeks flushed a light pink.

Was he seriously blushing? This is so uncharacteristic of him, you think, a smile finally gracing your lips for the first time that day. For a moment, you’re more invested in him blushing than you are in the acknowledgement that he reciprocates your feelings.

He walks over to you, the gravel crunching beneath his shoes. He doesn’t stop until his chest almost touches yours and his face is so close to yours that you can feel the warmth of his breath. “I’m g’nna kick your ass for today,” he scoffs. “After I take you out…” he almost looks angry at his own embarrassment.

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cielcius · 4 years ago

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sanemi shinazugawa doesn’t do well with intimacy. for a man who’s brutally honest in his actions and words, sanemi can not find it for the life of himself, to be able to express the way he feels about you. he’s not even sure if he should tell you, not when you should already know.

he’s an action-taker, perhaps a bit brash at times but he always means well, and you know that. but sanemi doesn’t, or at least he isn’t satisfied with that thought. he needs an actual, physical sign that you know just how much he wants to care for you, to be able to keep you safe and warm, to love you.

there were times, though begrudgingly admitted, when he felt as if you were out of reach, too far away for him to even grasp at the back of your haori as you lost yourself in the harsh blizzard of the cold winter that howled just outside of your house. you were like the last product on the shelf at the market, the book that was placed one shelf too high; you were right there, so close yet so unattainable.

“sanemi,” a hand covers the apple of his cheek, thumb stroking softly across the scarred skin. “i can’t sleep. do you want to make ohagi? i already prepped it earlier.” he doesn’t exactly understand your sudden urges to cook so late in the night, but he’s never one to turn down a perfectly good ohagi.

sometimes, he could’ve sworn that you can see the future, already knowing how he had been craving the sweet treat as you place it in front of him before taking it in your hand. “ahh~” one hand holds the treat and another comes under to catch any falling bits. he can’t tell if it’s the sleep deprivation or the fact that he’s getting softer every second that he’s with you, but he takes a bite from your hand anyways.

there it is, the one thing he can never figure out. your eyes turn down with a smile gracing your lips, a weapon that could kill even sanemi if he stared for too long. and it only takes a knowing twinkle in your gaze and the shift of your body as your chin comes to rest in the palm of your hand, elbow supporting you on the table, for sanemi to know that he’s starting to slowly lead himself to his death. “are you getting sleepy? you’ve been spacing out for a while, or is that just you staring?”

he hates getting teased, it always makes him want to smile which would be a great contrast to the sanemi that everybody else knows. “tch, in your dreams. your hairs’ just messy.” he looks away, only to watch you fuss over the once-neat hair out of the corner of his eyes.

yes, he needs to find a way to show you how much he loves you, then you wouldn’t be having a fit over something as small as appearances when in fact, sanemi doesn’t care enough about things like that to get in the way of his true feelings.

sadly, he does not do well with intimacy. but anybody can learn with time, even him.

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nim-rambles · 1 year ago

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CONFESSION!!

“…you like me? Tough shit..” He muttered under his breath as his cheeks turned pink.

“I guess we could give it a try…” He said to you, a hand on your shoulder.

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mintugiyuu · 4 years ago

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꒰🌿꒱ — buckle up!

sfw scenario:

➥ characters || tomioka giyuu, uzui tengen, shinazugawa sanemi, kanroji mitsuri, rengoku kyojurou

➥ warnings || playful verbal teasing that comes with the reader sitting on the pillar’s laps; nothing that really implies anything suggestive; food and eating snacks.

➥ synopsis || the pillars need to take a road trip to another state for a meeting. they rented a van for the trip but only have room for eight; you have to sit on someone’s lap in order for everyone to fit.

➥ tomioka giyuu:

- When the others noticed there would be no room for you to fit, there was serious talk about either shoving Giyuu into the trunk or tying him to the roof.

- Not wanting that to happen, you were actually the one to suggest you lap it with the water pillar, to everyone’s disgust, confusion and dismay.

- Giyuu may show to be emotionless, but he was clearly caught off guard and a bit flustered in his own way.

- But he would have no issues about this seating arrangement, so he just nodded stiffly.

- This would only make everyone even more pissed at him, but hey karma’s a bitch HAHA

- You two would end up in the very back, stuck between Shinobu and Kyojurou. Those were the only two who didn’t truly mind sitting next to Giyuu, so that was that.

- This poor man,, would be so lost.

- At first, Giyuu would be very stiff. His hands would be locked into tight fists at the sides of his legs as he tried to casually look out the window.

- If you focused hard enough, you would be able to tell that he was slowing his breathing immensely so you wouldn’t be able to feel the rise and fall on his chest.

- It would take a lot of gentle reassurance and encouragement on your end, but eventually you’d be able to ease his arms around your stomach so his hands would be resting in your lap.

- STILL WOULD BE AS STIFF AS A ROCK, now maybe even sweating a little bit. He would’ve never been in this situation before, so he would be inwardly terrified of making the wrong move and making you uncomfortable around him.

- Once he did feel comfortable and knew you were too, he’d slowly wrap his arms around your middle fully and have it so your back would lean against his chest.

- You had no issue with this, and would lean your head onto his shoulder so you were practically nosing his neck.

- You would eventually fall asleep in this position, your hands would gently be gripping onto his arms as you’d snuggle into the crook of his neck.

- Giyuu would absolutely shudder at the way your breath tickled his neck, trying not to squirm. It was cute, actually - if you were awake to see.

- Too bad you’re not :(

- It would be now nighttime and the two other pillars seated next to you both would be asleep, which would leave Giyuu a bit braver in his actions.

- Go for it, Tomioka!

- He’d take the time to observe your sleeping form that was resting on him, the street lamps providing enough light as they passed to see how peaceful you looked.

- Giyuu wouldn’t be able to stop the small smile forming at how relaxed you looked. It wasn’t often they got to have a peaceful moment with the chaotic group + the demons they had to slay, so seeing you look so at peace made his chest warm up a little.

- He would probably run his fingers up and down your arm if you were to stir from the bumps on the road.

- In the end he would probably also end up falling asleep, the pattern of the rise and fall of your tummy making him doze off.

- Giyuu would fall asleep with his cheek placed on your shoulder, hugging you a bit more securely to him so you wouldn’t fall off as you both slept.

tashio secret: don’t ask so bluntly, but according to shinobu, she saw giyuu kiss your forehead before he himself feel asleep. she felt pity for you, but what you didn’t know won’t kill you.

➥ uzui tengen:

- When the others noticed there would be no room for you to fit, Tengen would waste no time in calling dibs on you to lap it with him.

- Literally would not spare a second and would pick you up under his arm like you were another bag or luggage and haul you into the van.

- You were his for the ride, no argument there.

- Even though Tengen is made out of pure 101% muscle, he would be oddly comfortable. Maybe it’s because he was still in his element with you sitting with him; completely relaxed.

- He would immediately have a large arm wrapped around your middle, the other he would use to gesture out the window or talk with his hand.

- Yes he absolutely did call a window seat, it would’ve been very un-flamboyant if he was stuck in the middle; especially because of his size.

- Out of all the pillars, Tengen would probably be the most teasing about you sitting in his lap, making the experience borderline embarrassing for you.

- But he of course would never take it too far, not wanting you awkward or uncomfortable. He would just throw in small, playful comments to make you blush.

- “If we don’t have enough room at the meeting either you can always find me.”

- Tengen would find it really cute how you tried to hide your face from him and look out the window, but he definitely saw and was living for it.

- “What a flamboyant shade of red!”

- He would be the type to plug in his headphones and blare music into his ears so he didn’t have to listen to anyone’s complaining. So seeing how you were starting to get restless sitting for so long, he would give you one of his earbuds so you both could jam to some tunes on the way.

- Uzui would have immaculate taste in music; he is the sound pillar after all.

- The combination of it being night, the movement of the car, and the music playing in your ear would probably pull you into a nice sleep.

- You’d have your arms crossed where the car door meets the window, your cheek resting on top of your arms. Well, at first.

- Tengen doesn’t sleep much as it is, so he was one of the last to be awake, besides the driver. So as everyone slept, he would rearrange you to be laying across his lap, your legs on one side while your back was leaning against the car door (technically his arm, since he was practically holding you in a sitting fireman carry).

- You seemed so much more comfortable that way, resting your cheek on his chest and unconsciously listening to his heart beat.

- Moments like these would make Tengen absolutely soft, rubbing small circles in your back and making sure you were securely held to him before he himself nodded off into a light sleep.

tashio secret: the driver who was awake at the time - which was mitsuri herself - caught witness of tengen pressing a small kiss to your hand and running his fingers through your hair as you squirmed uncomfortably from what he assumed to be a nightmare. being the love pillar, she couldn’t help but squeal at the caring/loving gesture and almost swerved off the road. she wasn’t allowed to drive after this.

➥ shinazugawa sanemi:

- When the others noticed there would be no room for you to fit, there was only one seat left. Everyone besides you and Sanemi were piled into the van, which left you two really no choice.

- Well, Sanemi would offer to personally tie Giyuu onto the roof, but Mitsuri refused to let it happen. So you two were only left with the option to lap it.

- It would be extremely uncomfortable for the both of you at first. Sanemi isn’t very sunshine easy-going rainbow bright, so you could’ve sworn he was going to strangle you within the first 15 minutes.

- Surprisingly enough though, he wouldn’t. He would actually chill out fairly soon, going from spikey chinchilla to “don’t get me wrong I still don’t like this but I can’t move so I’ll chill here, it’s comfy” chihuahua.

- Sanemi would let out his frustration in angry grunts and cursing at anyone who dared to look at him wrong, but not at you. With you he would be aloof (maybe even gentle) from the beginning.

- Hell, it wasn’t your fault you were stuck on his lap.

- Plus, who’s to say he didn’t like it?

- If we’re being honest, he’d.. not mind it. Well, more than he thought he would. Most of that first-reaction anger soon melted to embarrassment that he liked how warm and soft you were (which also came out as anger).

- Sanemi would most likely be silent after his little tantrum, but you wouldn’t miss how his hand casually rested over your own lap, his hand bawled into a light fist.

- If you tried to ask him about it, he’d just mumble “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” as he looked out the window, chin resting on his hand.

- Like Tengen, even though his man is all muscle, he’s surprisingly a very nice cushion.

- A bit through your journey, you would watching a series from your favorite show or videos in general to pass the time.

- You would notice Sanemi side-eyeing you from over your shoulder and ask him if he wanted to watch.

- At first he’d tsk at you and decline, looking back out the window while bouncing his leg slightly (you had to politely ask him to stop, for the bounce of the van was already enough movement for the day).

- It would only take five minutes for Sanemi to grab your other earbud and ask you grumpily to catch him up so he’d understand what was going on.

- You would be slowly dozing off watching videos, leaning more into Sanemi as he took charge of holding your phone on your lap so you both could watch.

- He’d say nothing as he felt you slowly leaning more against his chest and shoulder, adjusting himself (bringing a half-asleep you along) diagonal into the corner of the seat closest to the window (like hell he’s sitting in the middle) so you both could be comfortable.

- After that, it’s lights out for you. But not for your phone; no no, Sanemi is hooked now so your battery life be damned.

- He did bookmark the last episode/video you watched before falling asleep so you wouldn’t be lost; he isn’t heartless after all.

- Sanemi would also not be the first sleeper, but once he passes out, he’s out. There’s a common misconception about him always being awake due to his occupation since his eyes are so bloodshot. Truth is, this man sleeps like a baby, just stresses way too much and never blinks.

- By the time morning comes, you two would be very tangled in each other:

- You would have curled into a ball onto Sanemi’s lap, hands gripping lightly onto his shirt with one leg curled around one of his.

- Sanemi would have one arm over his eyes while the other would be holding you tightly to him, arm around your back and hand under your knee. His legs are sprawled out; easy access for yours to wrap around.

- Let’s pray he doesn’t wake up first.

tashio secret: tengen has a whole album on his camera roll dedicated to photos he can use as blackmail. let’s just say once he saw the position you two were in while sleeping, he may have snapped a couple shots and will be holding them above both of your heads in the near future. shinobu asked him to send them to her for the same reason.

➥ kanroji mitsuri:

cw || food + eating snacks

- When the others noticed there would be no room for you to fit, Mitsuri would happily offer for you to sit on her lap since she wasn’t allowed to drive anyways!

- She would seem slightly flustered, but her face screamed determination to take her shot before Tengen could beat her to it.

- You would agree, because of course you would, who would pass up on sitting on Mitsuri’s lap??

- You two would end up in a middle seat between Kyojurou and Obanai. If you were any less brave, you’d be cowering at the stare the serpent pillar was giving you.

- PLUSH THIGHS FOR DAYS

- Mitsuri would be by far the comfiest out of all the pillars, her whole being inside and out beings so soft.

- She’d be a bit flustered at first, the red wouldn’t quite leave her face for quite a bit; but that would not stop her from hugging you around your waist as soon as you two got settled.

- Because she was flustered, she would be a bit ramble-y when you first started your trip. It seemed to be how she calmed herself.

- She would talk about everything and anything; random facts, pointing out buildings, talking about her three cats, five bunnies, two birds, two dogs, and one axolotl. You would be able to recite the entirety of the first chapter of Twilight.

- If you entertained her rambles, she’d eventually relax and the rest of the ride would go rather smoothly. If you didn’t entertain her rambles, you’d be hanging out Obanai’s window.

- Mitsuri and Kyojurou would be in charge of the snacks, bringing two whole backpacks full of them, so you will be well fed.

- She would probably try to feed you some snacks yourself, having saw it in a cheesy romance movie. If you in-turn fed her some snacks back, she’d squeal and cover her cheeks to try to cool them down.

- She’s just so cute.

- I imagine you two would bring out an electronic and play some two player games, her chin resting on your shoulder as the both of you either worked together to win or to beat each other.

- Expect small kisses on either the back of your head or your check; she’s an affectionate person!

- Mitsuri would also be very clingy during the car ride, holding you close to her and practically cuddling you like her own personal teddy bear. Not that you would mind.

- She would definitely play with your hair; whether it be braiding or just twirling it between her fingers, she likes to feel the soft texture of it and finds it calming.

- In turn, Mitsuri would love if you played with her hair too. If you asked, she’d more than happily undo her braids so you could create your own hair-do’s. Even if you would just run your fingers through it, it would make her heart so happy.

- Expect a lot of cheek nuzzling if you were to do anything she deemed adorable. Which is a lot of things. A lot.

- When she would start to get sleepy, she would trace shapes on your arms with her finger, drawing hearts, circles and swirls alike. Mitsuri would giggle at how you’d relax into the touch, finding it relaxing.

- She would fall asleep first, nuzzled into the crook of your neck with her arms still squeezed around you. She’d slip her hand into yours and squeeze, falling asleep this way.

- Don’t let go, you’d make her sad :(

- You’d soon follow Mitsuri into dreamland, face nuzzled into her neck in return so you were both comfy cozy.

- Unfortunately, when she would wake up to see you (somewhat) cuddling her back, you’d be awoken at the sound of her squeals of delight.

tashio secret: obanai knows that mitsuri cannot sleep without a stuffed animal or a pillow to hug, so he was the only one who could tell that she was just a bit sleepy the whole car ride through since she was cuddling you. (she’s associated hugging soft things with sleep, so she was doomed from the start).

➥ rengoku kyojurou:

cw || food + eating snacks

- When the others noticed there would be no room for you to fit, Kyojurou would happily exclaim the idea that someone sit on someone’s lap. He saw it in a movie once after all!

- Lots of “not it”s and “nose goes” later, you and Kyojurou drew the short stick of the pile, so it seemed you’d be sitting in his lap.

- Not that you’d count it as the short stick of the pile, if anything you were lucky. Kyojurou didn’t seem to mind all that much either, even if it wasn’t planned.

- You two would be allowed a window seat, sat next to Mitsuri and Obanai.

- Once seated, Kyojurou would loudly ask if it was ok if he rested his arms around you. A respectful gentleman he is, but it was all the more embarrassing as you’d hear several chuckles from around the van.

- Like Mitsuri, he’d happily hug you around your waist, although it would be a much lighter hold. He doesn’t want to cross any boundaries! He’d only tighten his hold at moments where he would excitedly respond to you or the others, then immediately (loudly) apologize and loosen his hold.

- It would take a bit of reassurance that you didn’t mind his touch for him to become fully comfortable with his arms around you.

- This man would be so WARM; he’d be your personal heater for the trip. It would either be a blessing if you were driving in the winter, or a curse if it was summer. Either way, don’t expect to be cold for a moment.

- You both would play old-fashioned car games, such as: who can pull away their hands fast enough before the other can high-five them; eye-spy; red car blue car; Rock Paper Scissors; who can make sanemi blow a fuse first; word association.

- You know, the classics.

- There wouldn’t be a boring moment with Kyojurou, which you would be very grateful for.

- Kyojurou and Mitsuri would be in charge of the snacks, bringing two whole backpacks full of them, so you will be well fed.

- After every snack you finished, he’d ask if you wanted another. He just didn’t want you to go hungry!! Don’t be afraid to politely say you were full; he’d feel accomplished and happy that you were taken care of.

- Sometime in the car ride, you’d probably have his hands opened palm facing up in your lap so you could trace both scars and the lines on his hands. Both of you had no idea how this started, but neither of you minded either.

- Your hands would be so much smaller than his own; something you’d never noticed before.

- You’d ask about certain scars you didn’t recognize, and he’d tell the story behind it as you gently traced it. It was a sweet silent moment for the both of you.

- Kyojurou would do the same to your hands after, only finding it fair that he gets to map your palms and ask in return.

- Who knew palms could tickle?

- You would by far be the first to sleep; the combination of his warmth and the gentle hum of the car practically making you knock out.

- Kyojurou wouldn’t move you, but he’d let you adjust yourself so your head was leaning against his chest, your front facing the window.

- He’d curl his arms around your form and hold his own hands to keep them there, resting his own cheek on top your head.

- Your hair would tickle his nose a bit to the point to which he sneezed, stirring you slightly.

- He’d feel bad for waking you and run his fingers through your hair, scratching your scalp slightly to lure you back into a nice sleep.

- Kyojurou would officially fall asleep with one hand on your hand, pressing you gently to his chest, and the other draped lightly over your body.

- Hope that you’ll wake up before he does, he makes for one loud alarm system.

tashio secret: kyojurou is known for be naturally loud, but the moment you fell asleep, the other pillars were almost unnerved at how quiet he got. if they asked him a question, they’d only get a closed mouth smile and a nod/shake of his head. someone started a timer to see how long it would last, shocked to see him fall asleep without a loud “goodnight!��. they were convinced you had magical abilities.

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xxsabitoxx · 1 year ago

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I think we can all agree that Sanemi is such a whiny little bitch when you ride his cock.

I mean picture it with me, will you?

He's got his back against the mattress, head propped on some fluffy pillows so he can watch you properly.

He's completely bare, you've got his shirt on.

His hands are gripping the plush of your thighs, dull nails digging into your soft skin as he tries to keep his composure.

But he doesn't realize he's already lost it, cheeks stained a deep crimson and his lips swollen and wobbly. Those normally wide eyes are lidded and glossy, his breath coming out in labored little pants.

Sanemi thinks he's keeping quiet as you roll your lips along the length of his cock, covering it in your shiny arousal as you press it up against his abdomen.

You don't even have him inside of you yet and he's wreck.

Soft praises keep leaving your lips because you have to admit that he's being pretty obedient. His hips are trembling with the effort to keep them from bucking upwards, his cock is weeping from your persistent teasing, and still, he's letting you do as you please.

When you ask him to beg for it, he does.

Sanemi is whining, begging you to finally sit on his cock and ride it like you promised you would.

That's good enough for you, finding the tremor in his voice endearing as you move to pull his shirt up and over your head. You're trying not to smile as he audible groans, his grip tightening as he tries not to reach up and grab your breasts instead.

Sanemi is needy, whimpering lowly as you sink down on his aching length. You watch the way his chest expands before letting out a stuttering breath as your hips connect.

You don’t go easy on him, either. Immediately lifting your hips just to drop them back down again. You set a brutal rhythm, eyes locked on Sanemi’s face as he falls apart.

You barely even notice the burn in your thighs as you work yourself on his cock. The string of profanities and whimpers leaving Sanemi’s lips are more than enough to keep you going.

His nails are raking down your thighs, leaving scratch marks in their wake.

For a split second you swear his eyes are getting glossy, possibly enough for tears to leak down his scarred cheeks. That’s just enough to egg you on, tone taking a nearly cruel tone as you stop bouncing and begin to tease him.

Tis merely an unfinished thought~

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strawberrymochin · 10 months ago

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Sanemi shinazugawa ⌦ .｡.:*♡

NSFW audio | mdni | when he lets you ride him | cock riding, edging, belly bulge, sanemi in heat, dirty talk, over stimulation(??) | use headphones darling!!

Sanemi's panting, drunk from the pleasure as you raise your hips letting free his half of the shaft, tip still buried inside you.

He'd shivers running down his spine at the cold sensation, nails digging down your flesh pushing you down, till your warmth shields him again.

If he had known letting you ride him, while he did nothing but watch your eyes roll back at each thrust; watch you pathetically whimpering his name as he slides one big palm to press on the bulge on your stomach feeling himself inside you; watch your legs give up, as your rhythm fall apart, eyes begging him to take lead, would have this effect on him, he would have done it so early.

“yeah? Tired already?” you could only manage a whimper against his neck prepping kisses along his collarbone.

“beg for it sweetheart and I will let you cum.”

He's such a menace, he will rub on the bulge making sure your g-spot brushes with his shaft, everytime, edging you till the words, he wanted to hear leaves your mouth.

You almost jump from the sudden contact of his rough calloused fingers on your sensitive clit, when he presses you down on his cock with his other hand, to prevent it slipping out from you, carefull not to let his previous slick leak out of you. That's too precious to waste.

“daddy will take things further 'kay. J-just surrender yourself to me hmm!”

a/n- my other demon slayer works-: a letter.....long lost!, behind the red curtains, isekai drabble, noisy | comments and reblogs are highly appreciated 🎀

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san3mii · 3 years ago

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✧･ﾟ:* 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄

— Pairing: CEO!Sanemi x GN!Reader

— Genre: Modern AU, Tooth Rotting Fluff + vv Soft!Sanemi

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Shinazugawa Sanemi is one of the youngest CEOs in Japan. A person that most newly formed businesses looks up to. Who wouldn’t? He’s a man who started from nothing, now look where he’s at now. Hard work bears fruit indeed.

Sanemi sits comfortably in his leather chair, seated at the head of the long table that accompanies his workers. “As for our sales, it went up higher than last meeting,” the presenter announces in delight.

This earns a small smile from their boss, not noticeable but it’s enough to get them going and continue ranking up the market. The meeting is briefly interrupted, “Sanemi!” Your voice fills the room.

Most of the people in the room whip their head in your direction, so fast that they might have snapped their neck. “Brother I’m sorry,Y/n’s persistent!” Genya tails after you with an apologetic look for the people who don't know you.

That’s one thing they’ve always been wondering about their boss too. He’s very private when it comes to his personal life, the only thing they know is that Sanemi has a little brother who he runs the company with.

“I remember how you clearly told me we’re gonna be out on a date today?” You stand in front of him, hands on your hips. “Sorry, the meeting's gonna be finished in a minute, baby. Come sit down with me in the meantime?” Sanemi calmly replies.

You look back at the people who are staring your way, bewildered. You purse your lips together, whole body burning from embarrassment, and lower your head, “Apologies, I’ve been focused on him. I didn't know I interrupted a meeting. Please go on and take your time,” You gesture at them and look around for a chair to sit on.

You notice Genya patting the seat next to him when you feel Sanemi pull your wrist, standing up for you to take a seat on his chair. This made you immediately look up at him, “Stop, this is your meeting,” you mumble only for him to hear.

“You’re the reason why the company is where it’s at now,” Sanemi simply replies with a shrug of his shoulders. The CEO gestures for the presenter to continue, comfortably standing behind you, hands resting on either of your shoulders.

To say the least, the people present at the meeting were able to witness a different side of their boss as well as learn one thing on why they’re standing on the very building. The meeting comes to an end sooner than what you’ve estimated.

Too engrossed in participating in the meeting, muttering a suggestion to Sanemi and gradually becoming part of the meeting. They adapted on answering, questioning, and considering your say on the possible flaw from their reports.

“CEO L/n, don’t you think it suits you?” Sanemi teases you with a small smile, the three of you remaining at the meeting room. For some reasons. “I dunno. Nothing beats CEO Shinazugawa though.”

Genya walks behind Sanemi to assist him on putting on his coat, “CEO Shinazugawa Y/n sounds way better,” The younger pipes in earning a chuckle and fist bump from his brother.

You roll your eyes at the two, clicking your tongue at Sanemi, “You have your own two hands, why order Genya to do that for you?” You ask, trying to change the subject.

“No no, I insisted,” Genya quickly informs you while patting his brother’s coat, giving Sanemi’s chest a few taps before deeming okay. Sanemi looks back at you, sticking his tongue out childishly while patting the pockets of his dress pants to check if he has everything with him.

“I can’t believe you're gonna be someone I call my husband soon,” You mumble to yourself while shaking your head, feigning disappointment. “Shut up, you love me” Sanemi humors you while strutting closer to you in favor of pulling you in a tight hug.

After all the shenanigans done by your precious significant other, you finally have time to have him all by yourself. A date needed for you both, emphasizing on you.

“I missed you,” You say out of the blue. The two of you walking in a leisure phase, your arm looped around his. Sanemi’s other hand full of things you recently purchased ranging from clothes, shoes, accessories, collectibles, you name it.

Your boyfriend looks at you, a smile creeping up his lips, “Oh you missed me?” He gestured to his hand full of paper bags, “Or did you miss my card?”

You gasp at him, hitting his muscular biceps, “Since when did I use you for money?! If I did, I would’ve done a way better job!” You reply followed by a playful roll of your eyes.

“Well who am I to say no? Like what I’ve told you earlier, you’re the sole reason why the company’s at the top right now. I’m merely a proxy,” He says with a chuckle. “Stop it, I’m not,” You oppose his words, whining at him.

Sanemi leans forward to leave a lingering kiss on your forehead, “And I’ve told you countless of times how I don’t take no for an answer.” You heat up at his sudden show of affection, humming in agreement instead of arguing with him like other normal days.

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quirrrky · 4 years ago

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If request are open

I don’t know how to request

But like could you do for the rengokou ,Giyuu, and any other character u want or these r fine ?!

They come back after a long mission so the reader says “Welcome home, dear! Would you like dinner? A bath? Or perhaps...me?" phrase?”

DINNER, BATH OR ME? w/ the KNY BOYS —» scenarios —» ft. tanjirou, zenitsu, inosuke, giyuu, kyojurou, sanemi —» mildly suggestive; super mild tho idk —» A/N: I love this request sm! 💖 Don’t worry anon! You did it right and I completely adore this 😍

»— TANJIROU

“I’m home, dear!” He happily announced and was already about to approach you when he smelled something very delicious. A smile appeared on his face yet he suddenly blushed profusely. He’s sensing something more.

D-Did Y/N- And when he sensed that you were coming closer to greet him, he straightened his back and tried to appear as calm as possible though he was excited and nervous at the same time.

“Welcome home!” You greeted. Your eyes were glued on the floor as you fiddled with your fingers. “Do you perhaps...”

Tanjirou gulped. He was trying his best to keep his composure but you looked so cute and he missed you so much that he lose it.

“I-I’ll have whatever you want, Y/N!” He blurted out and scrambled. “Just tell me! If you want, you can have it all. Dinner, bath and me!”

»— ZENITSU

“Y/N-chaaan~” Zenitsu chirped and the moment you heard him you immediately shot up and went after to greet him.

“Zenitsu-kun, w-welcome home, uh...Are you tired?” However, you couldn’t deny that you were kind of nervous as hell. You stopped for a while and squirmed in your place while blushing. “Perhaps...would you like-”

“I’ll have you, Y/N-chan! There’s no need to ask!” Zenitsu already engulfed you in an embrace. You felt a warm blush across your cheeks as he showered you with kisses. “I just miss you so much! It’s been so long and all I can think of is you!”

»— INOSUKE

“This is the best!” He said in between of chewing his food. You just watched him in awe slightly touched that he loved what you cooked though he didn’t entirely understand your offer.

You should’ve known that Inosuke would choose food over you. You sighed, however you were surprised when he directed a spoonful of meal into your mouth.

“Eat. Go eat. What’re you even thinking about?” He slightly reprimanded you.

You pouted a little and murmured. “I just can’t believe that you’ll choose food over me.”

“Ha?” He reacted and stared at you for a while, until he sighed and gave out a knowing grin. “Just as I’ve thought...you’re in heat.”

“iNosUKE?!”

»— KYOJURO

“Welcome home, love.” You asked hiding away your nervousness as you helped him take off his haori. “Would you like to have dinner, a bath or...me?

He laughed. “Of course, I’ll have- What?” He paused realizing the entirety of what you said. He blinked at you his bright smile not faltering despite the confusion. “”Me?’ Did you just say ‘me’?”

Clutching his haori into your arms, you nodded your head ‘yes’ while avoiding his gaze.

Seeing your embarrassed face, he finally got the gist of what you’re talking about. His eyes widened momentarily until he blushed too. He chuckled trying hard to hide his half-excitement and half-nervousness.

“Oh, silly me.” Kyojuro walked towards you and tucked few strands of your hair to your ear as he drew you closer. “Well, it has been so long. I can’t help it. I guess I have to take you first!”

Your face got even redder making you hide on his chest. He laughed as put his arms around you.

»— GIYUU

It had been quite a while since you’ve last seen each other and Giyuu instantly greeted you with a hug as soon as you welcomed him home. His embrace truly made you feel warmer.

You pulled away and helped him take off his haori and black top uniform. Taking a deep breath, you mustered the courage to pop up the question.

“Would you like some dinner?” You asked taking your time since you were embarrassed. Giyuu, on the other hand, just blinked at your question. You added. “A bath? Or-”

“Yes, I think a bath would be nice.” He flatly answered walking past you and heading out to your bath area.

You couldn’t believe it! He didn’t even let you finish. Well, it’s your fault since you kept on stalling, but you doubted he’d even understand what you meant which was awfully more embarrassing.

He stopped at the bathroom door then he shifted his gaze at you while unbuttoning his white shirt. “Why’re you standing there?”

“I-”

“Aren’t you going to join me?”

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

»— SANEMI

“Would you...” You started and swallowed thickly. Anxiously, you asked him in one full sentence. “Would you like to have dinner bath or me?”

“Ha?” Sanemi asked twice making sure he heard you right, because he couldn’t believe it.

“D-Dinner, bath or me?”

His expression changed from surprised to embarrassed then to irritated. However, you became a bit nervous when he finally grinned. Without a word, he caught you in his arms and draped you over his shoulder.

“S-Sane...What’re you doing?” You questioned.

He answered. “I’ll have you as my dinner in the bath.”

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luvnami · 8 months ago

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hey, chat?

author's note ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ streamer!sanemi has been PLAGUING me | kinktober 2024 mlist content warnings ₊˚⊹ petnames, implied sex toys, masturbation, fingering, blowjobs, handjobs, under-desk, low voyeurism, leg humping, x fem! reader, ageless/minors dni (18+), 900+ words

when your boyfriend’s job has him in front of a computer for most of the day, sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands when you get horny – literally. ovulation is no joke. you’ve been panting in bed, fingers squelching deep within your swollen pussy, trying to get a sliver of the pleasure that sanemi’s usually adamant on providing you with.

it’s just not the same.

your fingers aren’t as long, the sadly discarded dildo doesn’t hit your favourite spots, and your vibrator’s dead. you just want to be satisfied with a few hours of absolutely animalistic bareback sex. however, sanemi’s in his gaming room, streaming to his thousands of fans at the moment. thankfully, your horniness knows little to no limits.

you get off the bed and stumble next door. the door clicks open.

“babe?” sanemi pulls one side of his headset off when he hears you, turning around in his chair only to see you absolutely ruined. his jaw sets.

you bring a finger up to your lips. a few messages pop up in his chat about how sanemi’s girlfriend must have appeared off camera.

you’re wearing an oversized shirt with the collar cut open. one side hangs off your shoulder, showing off the curve of your neck and flesh of your chest. you get on your hands and knees and crawl under sanemi’s desk, careful to stay out of view of the camera.

his legs widen to accommodate you between them. sanemi swallows thickly. if he had to be wholly honest, this isn’t the first time that you and him have done anything particularly lewd on camera. sometimes he has you talk with his chat, controlling a vibrator stuffed into your cunt off screen; or teasing your clit as you play a minigame and edging you when you fail the in-game objectives.

this, though? this is new.

“sorry chat, my girlfriend just came in to check on me.” sanemi readjusts his headphones and swivels back to his monitor.

a few messages aw-ing and cooing at him for being a sweet boyfriend enter the chat. he rolls his eyes and tells them to shut the fuck up, then unpauses his game and goes back to exploring the area he had been in earlier.

you practically drool at the sight of sanemi in sweatpants. call it cliche – whatever. you just want him in any one of your holes right now.

you wiggle the band of his sweatpants and briefs below his hips, pulling his soft cock out. sanemi talking to his chat drones into background noise as you dig in. he swears, knee bouncing and nearly hitting the table from underneath.

“fuck, i thought there was a spider next to me,” he grumbles in excuse.

sanemi’s quickly grows hard as you make sure he’s nicely lubed up for your throat, spitting on his tip and using your hand to pump his shaft. his thighs flex and he lets out a heavy huff in an attempt to play off any noises he might make out of pleasure. your knees dig into the flooring as you lean forward.

“is this the right spot? we’re supposed to-” sanemi chokes on his words as his tip hits the back of your mouth, then inches into the tightness of your throat.

your nose flares against his skin. you stare up at him through your wet lashes and for a moment, sanemi thinks that this is a very bad idea. he loves fucking your throat till you’re hoarse and gasping for air. on stream, however, is another deal. a rush of adrenaline surges through him and he swears he gets even harder.

“we’re supposed to find the boss here. let’s keep explorin’.”

sanemi wants to look down at your lips wrapped around the base of his cock, but he’d rather do anything else but give his chat something to spread on twitter like wildfire – especially not when it involves you.

you give yourself a few seconds to adjust. your pussy drools, sticky and dripping onto the floor below you. you start to move your head and fuck sanemi’s cock with your mouth. you hear him swear, although you’re not sure if it’s from the game or because of you.

his thighs clamp down on either side of your face. you whine as the pressure stops you from moving too freely. your hand touches the sensitive skin of his inner thigh and sanemi jolts, trying his best to relax.

each little gag you make drives him closer to the edge as you suck, lick and kiss his length, occasionally pulling off to use your hand to jerk him off. he feels dizzy. he should end the stream, call it quits and just fuck you till he’s satisfied, but there’s some sort of heady rush knowing that you could be caught at any moment.

your hand dips between your thighs to play with your clit. the cock in your mouth muffles your moans, but the noises don’t escape sanemi. he spares you a quick glance and he nearly groans out loud. you look so pretty with your blown out pupils and drool-smeared face. he can see the curve of your tits through your shirt, jiggling with each movement you make.

“chat, i think i have to end stream earlier than expected,” sanemi breathes.

you move your hips closer to his foot and roll up his sweatpants. he loses composure for a second when you press your wetness against his ankle, swirling your legs and rubbing your clit against his skin. sanemi can feel the heat of your pulsing pussy.

“sorry. i’ll make it up to you guys another time. see ya.”

he’s never clicked ‘end stream’ faster in his life.

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ᡣ𐭩 misunderstanding — sanemi shinazugawa

ᡣ𐭩 pairing: sanemi x fem!reader ᡣ𐭩 genre: angst to fluff ᡣ𐭩 wc: 2.7k ᡣ𐭩 warnings: sanemi might be a bit ooc at some points oops, usage of nicknames (princess), slight swearing, not proof-read divider by @cafekitsune

ᡣ𐭩 synopsis: sanemi accidentally walks in on you talking to giyuu and heard you say ‘i love you’ to him, but instantly runs away before knowing your true intentions.

to everyone around you, it was no secret that you were head over heels for none other than sanemi shinazugawa, the wind pillar, everyone but the wind pillar himself. you stuck to him like glue, spending time with him more than any other hashira. you definitely played favorites and never tried to hide that your favorite out of everyone was sanemi.

and it was the same for him, you were the only one whom he never dared to raise his voice against nor looked so angrily at, his soft voice and gentle gaze were only exclusive to you.

he felt so relaxed and at peace around you in a way like never before. to him, no one else mattered but you. you were just exceptional in his eyes, your delicacy when sparing, your cheerful and bright personality that shone as bright as the sun, lighting up his dull world, your infinite kindness towards everyone around you (especially to his little brother) these were all some of the many, many things he really admired about you.

one day after a long hashira training session sanemi went to relax and cool off somewhere when he saw you there, standing next to the water hashira talking about something that seemed to be happy, judging from your sweet smile that made his heart race awfully fast. he was dying to know what made you so happy to the point where a faint blush was making its way onto your beautiful soft cheeks, his curiosity grew and eventually got the best of him as he decided to step closer while being cautious in order not to get caught eavesdropping, so he successfully hid himself behind a big tree and closely watched the two of you in anticipation with one thought on his mind, he must’ve lost his mind. but he couldn’t help it, he was so damn crazy about you.

however, at that exact moment he instantly regretted his decision to step closer. the moment where he felt his world fell apart and crumbled right in front of his eyes. he should’ve just let you two be, he shouldn’t have indulged into this matter any further, he should’ve quietly walked away. but it was a little too late to do so.

hearing you blurt out ‘i love you’—the sweetest three words anyone could ever hear in their lifetime, to none other than his rival, his nemesis out of all the people he could think of was something sanemi could never prepare himself for even if he wanted to.

he stormed out as quick as the wind before hearing any more love whispers come out of your sweet lips, which caused a big misunderstanding on his part. but little did he know what your true intentions were.

sanemi didn’t know that you were just practicing your confession to him in front of giyuu, asking him for help and advice because you wanted to make sure you gave him the most perfect confession. although that ended up not being so helpful because giyuu wasn’t really that experienced to begin with so he didn’t add anything new, he just gave his approval.

and for the following weeks after, sanemi was avoiding you like his life depended on it. he tried his best to be around you like normal but he failed. he couldn’t handle acting as if he didn’t hear you declaring your love for another man, even though being this far away from you hurt him more than anything else in the world, he couldn’t ignore his feelings for you that were so heartbreakingly overflowing and pretend to see you as nothing more than a friend.

you noticed his obvious distance from you, which was a foreign feeling to you. he no longer asked for you to spar with him like the two of you normally would, you no longer share meals with him either. the two of you barely shared any missions together to your misfortune. the time you spent with sanemi would gradually become less and less until it was close to none, as you two would only briefly meet during hashira meetings. every time you would approach him to ask if anything wrong happened he’d push you away and leave you behind, as if he was starting to build a wall between the two of you.

and it absolutely broke your heart to see things between you and him become like this, you were almost back to being strangers who knew nothing of each other. but you would never allow that to happen, even if he hated you for trying to break the boundaries he put. you wanted to fight for your love and happiness so you could never afford to give up on sanemi anytime soon.

fortunately one day, you were assigned by kagaya-sama to go on quite a long mission with sanemi for the first time in weeks, and you couldn't be any happier. after all, you finally got a chance to spend some alone time with him and you were more determined than ever to take advantage of the chance given and settle this whole thing by then.

despite looking forward to your upcoming journey, you were so awfully nervous to be alone with sanemi after being apart from him all that time. many negative thoughts immediately started racing inside your head, did you upset him? what if hated you, what if he no longer saw any value in being your friend and didn't want to be around you anymore? you felt like you might go insane from being overwhelmed as your heart felt too tight and it became too hard to breathe.

"ya done packin'?" you could hear his low voice coming from behind you as you turned around to face him. eyes meeting for the first time in a while, his lilac eyes looked duller and his face looked very emotionless to the point where you could almost never recognize him. this wasn't the sanemi you knew and fell in love with, you were sure something happened that you weren't aware of.

"yup, all done. let's get going." you get no reaction from him. instead, you watch him leave first as he walked in front of you, letting you get a look of his broad back that blocked almost everything from your sight and forcing you to solely focus on him and him only until you caught up with him and you were walking side by side with him.

the walk to your destination was awfully painful, filled with long extended moments of awkward silence and thick layers of nervousness and anxiety, which you absolutely despised. you wished for the ground to open up and swallow you whole without leaving a single trace of you behind.

you felt your heart pounding like crazy and your mind spiraling as you were dying to know what was on sanemi's mind and what was he feeling at that exact moment. you felt yourself jolting immediately when the back of your hand accidentally brushed against his as your cheeks were now tinted in red. but it went unnoticed since it was too dark to see anything.

finally after hours of walking you reach your destination, and you were instantly met with the sight of a demon almost swallowing a young terrified woman alive. you shifted your entire focus on the scene happening in front of you, with your utmost priority being the safety of the woman and slaying that demon, which was unfortunately an upper moon.

neither you nor sanemi needed to exchange any words, as both of you read each other's minds. you immediately jump right in front of that demon and swiftly snatch the woman away, leading her away from the fight scene and after making sure she ran away somewhere safe you ran to where sanemi was to assist him in killing the demon.

it was such an intense fight, as expected, defeating an upper moon was never anything easy no matter how experienced you were. you huffed as you tried to catch your breath while letting sanemi handle things before resuming your fight.

things were going well and you almost cut his head when he suddenly disappeared from your sight before you could even notice. you fret for a split second and before you or sanemi got any chance to react and dodge that hit, the demon fiercely hit you behind your back and strongly knocked you down.

sanemi panicked upon seeing you take the fall but he couldn't rush to your side even if he desperately wanted to, he had to take care of that demon first. filled with rage as a result, he violently cut the demon's head and immediately ran to where you laid, sweat intensely forming on his face, his vision was getting blurry as hot fresh tears ran down his scarred cheeks while holding your body delicately in his arms.

"fuck! no, no, no, please y/n, please stay with me!" you could faintly hear him plead with a distressed expression written all over his face. you hopelessly try to extend your arms and your hand comes in contact with his rough skin, causing him to get all tensed up.

"sa..nemi." you had barely managed to say his name before you lost consciousness and he felt very shaken. it was your first time calling him by his first time, but he didn't have the time to get excited about that. he hurriedly carried you in his arms and ran towards the butterfly mansion, not even waiting for the kakushi to come and help aid you.

you were so badly injured that you went into a coma, and throughout that whole time sanemi never left your side, only leaving you when he used to the bathroom and during his short hours of sleep. how could he sleep peacefully at night when he wasn't sure if you were going to ever wake up again or not.

one night giyuu rushed to visit you after he found out what happened to you while he was on a mission, and he was met with sanemi sitting next to you who had awful dark circles under his eyes due to lack of sleep and a pale complexion from skipping meals. he quietly sat next to him, layers upon layers of heavy silence filled the atmosphere before giyuu decided to speak up, breaking the awkwardness that was all over the room.

"how is she?" he began asking frantically. it was new for giyuu to show any expression, he was known for being calm and composed at all times. so this was a bit out of character for him, to which sanemi felt his heart clench. obviously he'd be worried about you, you were his lover after all.

"she will wake up soon. she's so strong. you should have more faith in y/n, yeah? i mean, she's your girl." sanemi speaks firmly as he was about to leave the room, when he was stopped by giyuu's surprised expression.

"what are you even talking about, shinazugawa?" sanemi felt absolutely enraged as his veins popped off. was he really playing dumb just now?

"are you fuckin' kidding me, tomioka? don't you dare play dumb straight to my face! i heard y/n confessing to you the other day." sanemi finally snapped, after holding it in for so long for your sake. he didn't want to lash out on you because he was afraid that you would hate him for it.

at that particular moment, giyuu remembered that you once told him that you were concerned about sanemi's sudden distance but back then both of you failed at coming to a conclusion for his behavior. so it took giyuu a brief moment to connect the dots together and finally solved the mystery.

"calm down, shinazugawa. you're misunderstanding something here. let's talk outside, i'll explain everything." giyuu calmly instructed sanemi outside and he followed.

a misunderstanding? what was there to misunderstand? that word kept lingering in the back of sanemi's mind until they went outside your room.

giyuu sighed deeply as he started explaining the events of that day to sanemi.

"back then those words of affection that she said weren't meant for me. she was actually practicing how to confess her feelings for you with me since she was too nervous about it."

sanemi froze in his place upon hearing giyuu's announcement, his mind trying hard to process what he was told earlier. you? in love with him? he couldn't believe it. you were the exact opposite from him, you were the definition of perfection, while he was the definition of imperfection. he felt so undeserving of your love, so the thought of you having such feelings for him never really crossed his mind. he simply never dared to ask for anything like that because he all this time he thought he was way out of your league.

"i can't believe you were the only one who never noticed y/n's feelings when they were so obvious." that was the only time when sanemi couldn't talk back to giyuu. words were stuck in his throat, suffocating him harshly. was he really the only oblivious one?

and then waves of regret mercilessly hit him like a truck, he started regretting every single moment he pushed you away whenever you tried to strike a conversation with him. he felt himself slowly drown in despair when he was cut off by giyuu's pat on his stiff shoulder.

"you better clear this up with y/n once she recovers. don't waste any more chances." and that was sanemi's wake up call. he tightly held your hand that night, with teary eyes and a heavy heart. sanemi was praying to God that you wake up safely so he could give you the proper apology you deserve and ask for your forgiveness.

fast forward to a month later and you finally had woken up from your deep sleep. the moment you opened your eyes you felt sanemi's strong arms tightly wrapped around your body, and you let yourself melt into his touch.

he broke the hug and tears fell from his red eyes onto his scarred cheeks, and you had no idea how painful it was to see him cry for the first time. it never occurred to you that he could be this vulnerable.

"i'm sorry, i'm so fucking sorry for everything, y/n. i should've noticed your feelings earlier, i should've acted quicker. but i was a fucking fool thinking that my love for you was one-sided... i love you, y/n. very desperately at that."

this time, it was time for you to cry, in an incredible moment of relief and sweetness. for the first time in your life, you experienced tears of joy. you never knew that your heart could feel so light even though your tears were overflowing.

sanemi extended his hand and caressed your hot cheek, wiping away your tears gently. his gaze locked solely on you as if you were the only person in his world.

"i love you too, sanemi."

the mood felt too right at this very particular moment so without much thinking, you leaned in and placed a sweet kiss on his lips. causing the two of you to blush like crazy.

sanemi always imagined the feeling of your soft lips against his, but he could swear on his life that experiencing it actually happening felt much better than he could've ever imagined, despite it being quite short.

"since you didn't let me surprise you with my confession, i stole your lips in return." you never knew that you could be this smooth with your words, probably because you were acting in the heat of the moment. he smiled at your playful words as he found your behavior so incredibly adorable.

"so will you give me the honor of being your boyfriend, my princess?"

"of course, my beloved idiotic prince." you happily announced as he embraced you in his arms once again as you buried your face on the side of his neck.

and at that moment he made a promise to himself that he would never let go of you until his very last day.

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