#and did things to Nemi and I

[brutal-nemesis]

i started playing stardew valley it’s over i’m not gonna write again for 3000 years

[nemiisnemisis]

does anyone have that moment when theyre feeling like shit for no discernible reason yet also absolutely refuse to reach out to others because theyre just sorta used to it?

yea me too :D

[brutal-nemesis]

i will be honest i was completely blindsided by the reminder that people like to be attracted to whumpers. huh. wild.

Since there's nothing "whumperly" that i find attractive I will just list the whumper traits that are the most Gender to me 🤧

Sadism 👍

Being really handsy with the whumpee and making them squirm

command enough fear and respect to keep physically bigger/stronger whumpees in check

I do agree being Gentle at times is peak it makes the cruelty better

Doesn't let a defiant/snarky whumpee get to them, able to play along with the jokes or respond calmly to the insults

Come play the game properly @b0amagination @suspicious-whumping-egg @starryybrained and whoever else has Hot Whumper thoughts

New tag game! I want you 🫵 to name the five hottest things a whumper can be. I'll go first. In no particular order:

soft spoken

medically proficient, can bandage up your wounds themself

good at spotting the exact thing that terrifies you most, and loves threatening you with it. they love to see the way your face lights up with genuine Fear

much bigger than you. there's no way you're getting free if they pin you down or manhandle you

gentle most of the time, until they very suddenly aren't

Tell me your version!

Tagging (with zero pressure): @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @brutal-nemesis @whumpsical @softmutt444 @whump-queen and an open tag to anyone who wants to jump in!

[kyokutsu-sama]

Headcanons| They protecting you from someone who's messing with you

Characthers: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Tengen, Hotaru, Akaza

A/n: I remember making one of these for the Bleach characters and I decided to make one for KNY too. How to be loved by a protective man like them😮‍💨

Tw: a lot of swearing, violence

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Sanemi :

I think it's no surprise that he's overprotective and jealous. And when it comes to you, he can't help but show this side of him. When he goes somewhere with you, his hand is always on your waist. He also likes to put his arm around your shoulders. Sanemi just wants to make it clear to everyone there that you're not alone. One time you were walking to his house when you crossed paths with Maeda (the pervert who was, unfortunately, in charge of sewing the uniforms). And also the one that Sanemi made him piss his pants out of fear. "Y/n, it's really nice to see you. I'm glad I saw you, I wanted to ask if you wouldn't like to wear a new uniform?" He suggested but you already knew what he used to do and you just shook your head "No, mine is still good. Besides, I already have someone to sew my uniforms." "But seriously, I can make you a wonderful one." He took a few steps towards you trying to shorten the distance and you shivered a little, feeling insecure around him. "You just need to give me the one you have and I'll make you a new model." "I already said no, I don't want it and now get out of the way, I need to go because I have things to do." You tried to get out of there but he stood in front of you, preventing you from passing "But why didn't you just--" He was about to finish his sentence when a loud, authoritative voice appeared and pushed him to the ground "What the fuck is your problem, you freak?! Are you fucking deaf or something, huh? Didn't you hear what she said? She said a fucking no, don't you understand or do you want me to explain it to you better with my punches?" Sanemi said, with clenched fists ready to beat the shit out of him and you looked at him, surprised that he had appeared so suddenly The kakushi turned to see the hashira's mad face, his bulging veins and his bangs slightly disheveled. He was really scary when he was out of his mind. "Nemi, please, there's no need for this. I think he already got it." You held his arms, trying to calm him down, but he insisted on giving him one last warning "I've already warned you once about this shit, but now I'm going to warn you for the second and last time." He left your side and lifted him off the ground, holding him by the collar with just one hand. Maeda was shaking in his boots in fear of Sanemi. "If you ever mess with my girlfriend or another girl again, I'll cut your head off like I do to demons, you understood, you piece of shit?" Sanemi yelled at him "Yes, yes please, I do. Don't kill me, please!" The man begged and Sanemi threw him to the ground again, watching him cower in fear "Get the fuck out of my sight." The hashira ordered, and the man disappeared in seconds You looked at Sanemi, and he turned to you, with a softer look now. He didn't want you to be afraid of him for acting so aggressively. He did not want to be like his father in any way. "Did he do something to you?" "No, he was just saying he wanted to make me a uniform, but I refused. I know what he was going to do." "Good, I don't want to see that stupid pervert near my girl." Sanemi said, hugging you that made you feel safer and calmer now "You scare me more than the demons when your mad, you know?" You joked and he pulled away to look at your face "I'm just protecting what's mine. I didn't want to scare you, but you know that guy gets on my nerves." "I know, I know, my love." You hugged him

Kyojuro:

Our beloved Kyojuro is a cinnamon roll for everyone, but he is also fair and protective of everyone around him. Especially you, his wife. He's not the jealous type, but when he sees someone crossing the line, he can intervene without having to make a scene. One time, you were going out to dinner, since this man is always hungry because his stomach has no bottom. Once inside the restaurant, you two were talking when you started to notice a man at the next table behind Kyojuro, was staring at you. At first, it didn't bother you, but it only got worse when he started making suggestive expressions at you and even signs, which made your blood boil. Kyojuro only realized it when he got up to go to the bathroom but you held his hand, stopping him. "Is everything okay, honey?" He asked, sitting down again, seeing you with an uncomfortable look "Kyo, that guy in the back is staring at me and it's making me uncomfortable with some of the gestures he's making." You explained and he changed his expression to a more serious one, which was unusual for a man full of joy like him He was a very good person, but messing with the people he loves. That's crossing his boundaries. Kyojuro looked back and saw the man turn his face away, pretending he wasn't doing anything. "Don't worry, my dear. I'll take care of it." Kyojuro held your hand and smiled at you before getting up The flame Hashira went to the table of the man who was alone and placed both hands on the table, bringing his face closer to the man who had been caught off guard by Kyojuro's intimidating presence. Kyojuro was not at all happy with his disgusting attitude. "My friend, my wife didn't like your disgusting attitude and neither did I, so I'm going to be direct with my words. Either you stop looking and making those gestures now or I'm going to have to take action and put an end to this in a way that neither you nor I will like, do you understand?" He warned with his eyes wide open in the man's direction, showing that he had no problem ending it right then The man was so flustered by the warning and by his nerves due to the intense gaze of the Flame Hashira that he almost fainted on the spot. He really regretted doing that in that moment. "I-l'm sorry, p-please, I don't even know what went through my head. I apologize to your girlfriend and to you for this. I'm leaving now, I won't cause any more problems. Please, I'm so sorry for this." The guy said completely shaking in fear and with his hands raised in surrender "Well, I also think you should leave, you've already ruined our night enough." Kyojuro said and the man ended up leaving the place You were sitting and smiling at your man's courage for protecting you and for having dealt so well with that idiot without having to make a scene. "See? It's already settled. He left and won't mess with you anymore, my dear." Kyojuro said, approaching the table and smiling at you "I really appreciate that. You're amazing, love." "Anything for you." He winked. "Well, I'm going to the bathroom, but you know, if anyone else here messes with you, scream and I'll come running." He warned and you laughed "You're an idiot, Kyo." "Your idiot."

Tengen:

As flashy as ever, Tengen is always ready to protect his wives. And any idiot who messes with them will have to deal with him. He would never share his wives with anyone, much less with someone who has no extravagance whatsoever. One night, you, Tengen and the other three wives were going out to the club to enjoy his night off. It wasn't every day that this man had days off, so they had to be well spent, and here you were. There were a lot of people together having fun too. Some were drinking, others were dancing, you and Makio decided to go to the dance floor after getting some drinks while the Suma and Hinatsuru stayed with Tengen by the drinks counter. But the sound hashira always kept his eyes on the two of you, even from afar. You and Makio were having fun when an idiot came up to you two (probably already drunk) and started wanting to dance with you, but you both frowned at him like🤨 "So, how about I join in and dance with you, beautiful girls?" He said laughing. "With bodies like that, it would be a waste to just watch." "And with a dirty, shit-filled mouth like yours, it would be a waste to just watch without wanting to punch it" Makio bite back, before throwing the drink in his face. "Get a life, you pervert!" "Bitch, you're going to pay for---" Just as the man was going to raise his hand to her, Tengen appeared with the other two and grabbed his wrist, scaring the man just by his presence since the Hashira was much taller than him "Messing with other people's wives isn't flashy, you know? Besides, I doubt they'd want anything to do with a jerk like you and so you know, those four girls you see here are all mine, so get lost." Tengen pushed the man away and laughed at him, mockingly "Well, it looks like the mood has been ruined now." Makio crossed her arms "Yeah." You agreed "Don't worry, girls. There's no shortage of clubs on this street out there. Why not go to another one? The night is just beginning." Tengen suggested "And what if another crazy guy messes with us?" You asked, and he gave you a little smile "Don't worry, my dear, I'll make sure they know their proper places. I always promise to watch your back, that's what I'm doing, right?" He kissed your forehead and caressed your cheek. "Okay, let's go have fun somewhere else, my dear wives."

Akaza:

Our Akaza is the true protector of ladies (he has my respect for that.) If he sees someone messing with you or trying something, heads will roll and blood will flow. He broke Douma's jaw many times and even ripped off his limbs just because he simply mentioned your name. "Akaza-dono, why are you always so violent?" Douma smiled at him even after he had ripped off one of his arms "Say her name again and I'll rip your head off." Akaza threatened with a dark look That threat applied not only to the demons around him but also to the humans on the surface you walked on. Anyone who laid a finger on you could be considered a dead man. One time you were walking home late and as a precaution you looked back and saw a man chasing you who seemed suspicious. "Don't you think it's too late to be out here alone, girl?" The man said and you stopped for a moment, turning to him. "You know that a lot of bad things could happen to you on your way home." The man said with a scary smile, he seemed to be drunk by the way he slowly staggered towards you

You took a few steps back until you decided to run away from him. The man managed to grab your wrist and you looked back scared of the individual.

"Let me go now!" You pulled your wrist and pushed him back but it didn't stopped him "Don't you understand yet? I'm not going to let you run a--"The guy didn't have a chance to finish his sentence when a strong, calloused fist passed through him and separated his head from his neck. A fist that worked like a knife so sharp that it cut just by looking at it. You screamed when you saw the agonizing scene of the man's head on the ground and his neck forming a pool of blood. You were shaking so much and so scared that you didn't even realize it was Akaza who was there. For a moment he felt guilty for having used so much violence in front of you but there was no other choice. He would never let anyone hurt you. He couldn't contain himself, that bloodthirst and anger at seeing you in danger consumed him and he wouldn't let it go unnoticed. He couldn't let someone smile at the expense of your suffering. He came closer and knelt down next to you, who were sitting on the floor and curled up. His hand passed over your head, stroking your hair, and you shivered when you felt that touch. A touch as soft as velvet, it didn't even seem like those hands could kill so quickly and in such a bloodthirsty way. You looked up slightly and saw his golden eyes meeting yours. Eyes that were only generous to you. "Y/n? It's me, you don't need to be afraid, it's okay, I'm right here." He said as he lightly held your forearms and extended them to wrap them around him, trying to pull you into a hug and you gave in. "He didn't hurt you, did he?" "Akaza, I was so scared..." You cried and sobbed, hugging him tightly, feeling your heart slowly slow down on his strong arms. "He didn't hurt me thanks to you. You showed up at the right time, my love." You smiled, kissing his cheek and he gave a little smile "I'll always be on time to protect you, always." He said, hugging you tightly."No one will mess with you as long as I live."

Hotaru:

Hotaru is our boy with anger issues and I can only imagine him forging an entire sword from scratch just to stab the guy who messed with you. Hotaru, the man you are... He may even be a brute most of the time but deep down you know that he has a little warmth in his heart that he only shows to you. You were walking through the swordsmiths village and ended up passing by a group of blacksmiths who were talking but whose eyes flew to you when you passed. One of them who was there had been following you for a few days, sending you a few flirtations or even winking at you when he saw you and he was also the same one who at that moment saw an opportunity to go and talk to you once again. Wrong choice... "Hey cutie, how are you?" He said and you rolled your eyes seeing his idiotic look "It would be better if you stopped showing up in my way and let me move on."You crossed your arms, looking at him "Why are you so cold? come on, be nicer." He said, putting a hand on your shoulder and you slapped him that made him back away "Get out of my way." You ordered but the idiot just laughed "Oh you have attitude, let's see if--" As soon as he approached you again, a strong hand grabbed his shoulder and he looked back finding a man taller and stronger than him. And he wasn't happy at all, which you could see even under the mask. "My sword broke during the process..." Hotaru began by saying. "Then, when I tried to make a new one, it didn't turn out as I expected and I had to start over from scratch." He continued. "My hands hurt and my sweat is still dripping, it's unbearably hot inside the forge because of the fire, my calluses are getting worse, my blades aren't sharp enough and when I tried to sharpen them, I cut myself a few times..." There were small cuts on his fingers and hands that were still open, which emphasized his speech. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows showing his strong forearms and the veins wanting to pop out as his voice got deeper and angrier due to the fact that his work day had been a mess and for seeing him messing with you. "And now, as if that wasn't enough, I come across an idiot like you messing with what's mine. I'm definitely going to kill you." Hotaru declared, taking out several knives at the same time and scaring the man, making him run far away Anyone would run from a very angry Haganezuka. But you just laughed at the scene of him scaring the man and even his friends far away from you. After the scene, he came back and went to you, who was still in the same place waiting for him. He took off his mask and you could see a slight embarrassed look. That was always how he looked when he took it off and had to look at you. He became more vulnerable. "You did a good job scaring them away. That guy was like a stubborn mosquito that's been messing with me for the past few days." You said, holding his injured hands. "But now I think we should see those hands, don't you think? Those calluses and wounds need to be treated."

"Only after I make my swor--." He objected but you put a finger on his lips, silencing him "You're going to come home with me now and I'll take care of this, understand?" You said and he narrowed his eyes at you, wanting to slice you up at that moment for making him give in "Fine, let's go then, you annoying thing."

"But you love the annoying thing here, don't you? Otherwise you wouldn't have done all that, right?" You joked and he turned his face away, feeling his own blush "I only did it because... You are..." " 'You are...' ?" "You are my love and I can't let other guys mess with you." He confessed and you couldn't help but find it cute of him "Wow, you're getting better with words every day. At least you are not being rude like always." "Shut up." "Okay, I shouldn't have said anything." You laughed

[vrystalius]

How would the Hashiras react to finding out that Sanemi is secretly dating the star Hashira ?Sanemi's girlfriend created the star breath and she became hashira around the same time as sanemi/she killed the lower moon 1. She and Sanemi were enemies turned lovers (can you include Sanemi's version please?/it was a discreet romance so she and Sanemi didn't tell the others)

Secretly dating Sanemi

The hashira’s reaction to Sanemi and you dating in secret.

Includes: Giyu, Kyojuro, Muichiro, Tengen, Gyomei, Mitsuri, Shinobu, Sanemi

Sanemi was pressing you up against the wooden walls, planting desperate kisses all along your neck and collar. He was tugging on your collar trying to reveal even more skin to him. The air in the armoury felt steamy.

Your hands gripped onto his uniform. “N-Nemi, not here, i-idiot- n-not now.” You shuddered as you felt his teeth sink into your skin, before placing multiple kisses on it. “Fuck, I want you now.” Sanemi mumbled into your ear. He pulled away, his lips hovering over yours. Just as he was about to lean in for another kiss, the door to the armoury opened and the love hashira stood in the frame.

“KYYAAHHHHH!!”

The news about you two spread quickly…. What do the others think about you two?

Giyu Tomioka

Giyu would not show the surprise on his face. His face is neutral as always, maybe even a little more gloomy than usual. But on the inside, he’d be a little envious of Sanemi. Of course he’d be finding love this soon. But those thoughts were fairly quickly overshadowed by confusion. How did you two even start dating? Weren’t you guys at each other’s throats the whole time? Well, you still are, but more romantically now.

His respect for Sanemi prevents him from judging you two harshly, and as long as your relationship doesn’t jeopardise any missions, Giyu doesn’t mind.

“Good for you two.”

Kyojuro Rengoku

He could be incredibly happy for you two. Kyojuro would have never thought that you two would be dating, since he was the one who used to break up your fights and make you mediate.

The flame hashira would slap Sanemi on the back, laughing and congratulating him loudly, unintentionally making everyone else on the estate hear him. Even though he was very surprised and confused after first finding it out, he quickly became your biggest supporter! From now on, he thinks everytime you and Sanemi are talking, you two are surely being romantic! Maybe even planning a date? He’s just a little curious.

“Oh? Are you going on date tonight? May I recommend a perfect establishment to visit? They have incredible sweet potato dishes!”

Muichiro Tokito

Muichiro could not care less. As long as you two aren’t being overly affectionate in front of him and don’t let this interfere with your duties as hashira, he does’t care.

He also didn’t care about your arguments before, so why would he care about you dating now? Also, he’d quickly forget about you two dating anyway.

“Oh? You two are in love?… Okay.”

Tengen Uzui

Tengen would be incredibly amused. Just to annoy Sanemi, he would pull you aside and give you “tips” on how to keep things flashy in the bedroom. Also, he would offer Sanemi help in case he has any questions about relationships, given that he has been in three relationships, now marriages, while Sanemi probably was never dating anyone. Of course, Tengen is only saying this to fuck around with him. He’s actually supportive and real happy for you.

Also, he would probably tell his wives about you two, shocking them as well.

“Don’t be shy, tell me… What’s it like, hm? Sanemi must be rough with ya. Or is he gentle? I see him go both ways.”

Gyomei Himejima

He knew about you two the whole time. Gyomei was planning this the whole time, ever since you became a hashira. He envisioned you with Sanemi since the start and gave the both of you little encouragements to make a move, without outright telling you. After you two started dating in secret, Gyomei could just tell how the energy between you two shifted.

But after the other hashira found out about you, Gyomei acted as if this is the first time he heard about this.

“I am truly happy for you two. I wish you the best for the future.”

Mitsuri Kanroji

After drowning in shame and embarrassment when she found you and Sanemi getting on it in the closet, she’d be incredibly bubbly and happy for you two! Mitsuri would be so curious, asking a million questions about how it’s like, what you two like to do, who said “I love you first”, where and when the first kiss was, how it was… the list goes on.

Overall, Mitsuri is super happy for you two! She’ll squeal everytime she sees you two together, thinking you are totally being super romantic right now!!

“Oh! Oh! How did you two even fell for him? It thought you and him really hated each other…”

Shinobu Kocho

Shinobu would have her usual grin on her face. She’d tease Sanemi about becoming softer, especially for you, and about being safe during certain activities. Her teasing would be gentler than usual though. She’s happy for you and him, wishing you nothing but the best. Sanemi could use the good influence, maybe you can stop him from slashing himself open during fights. Less work for her.

“Make sure to be safe during intercourse, okay? We don’t want a baby to disrupt everything, do we?”

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi’s first reaction is to yell and lash out at the other hashira, telling them to back off and leave him and you alone. Why are they so damn nosy?!

You (besides Kagaya) are the only one who can make him calm down and not to threaten to beat the shit out of Tengen for teasing him. He’d distance himself from the other hashira, not wanting to face their annoying comments. This is exactly why he wanted to keep this a secret…

“Nah, I’m not gonna go train with them. Can we train together instead? ‘m not in the mood to deal with their shit.”

💠

So sorry it took so long! I really struggled with this one, I hope you enjoy it anyways!! My requests are open for both the hashira and the upper moons <3

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!

Take care of yourselves!

[mrskokushibo]

Warnings: Sex, Smut, NSFW, MDNI, 18+, Funny

Summary: It gets both steamy and funny when you manage to rile up Sanemi. And the man really has a short fuse. Modern AU.

A/N: For all you MHA fans, you are welcome to replace Sanemi with aged-up Bakugo. I can almost hear his voice in Sanemi's lines.

Masterlist

The afternoon was going well until you made the fatal decision to go to the arcade. It was ages since you both last been and the silly in you wanted to try if it was as much fun as you remembered it to be. At first, Sanemi was enjoying himself but very soon things went south. You were winning, time after time, beginner luck at first, but when your winning streak continued, he was no longer able to contain his frustration.

‘This shit is rigged. How the fuck can you be winning all the time?’

You laughed impulsively.

‘Seriously Nemi, how can it be rigged? Do you think I am in cahoots with the owner?’

Your grin became vicious and you lowered your voice into a conspiratorial whisper while leaning closer to him.

‘Maybe I slept with him to get ahead?’ You followed this with a wink.

He was not amused. He glared at you pursing his lips and continued the game.

‘Fuck. How do you do it?’ He almost growled out after losing yet again.

You shrugged and gave him an innocent but triumphant smile, and even did a little victory dance. And…you shouldn’t have.

‘Enough! We are going. This was not a good idea and I am not coming back here again.’

You giggled and put your hand into his as you began walking out of the noisy arcade.

The cool evening air and your mild hand softened his mood and by the time you came back home, he was seemingly fine. But, once on the sofa, his eyes flared up in vicious intent.

‘Let’s play Battlefield. I bet you can’t beat me there.’

It was his favourite online shooter that you only played a handful of times. You did not take to it and, to be honest, you weren't interested in gaming that much anyway.

‘Yeah, whatever. But don’t you just want to watch a movie and cuddle?’ You asked with a flirtatious smile.

‘We can do that later.’ He was already pulling out the controllers and logging in to the online portal.

He passed you the controller and a few moments later you were moving through a village in the middle of a desert, first-person view of your surroundings, trying to avoid or shoot the enemy. For each time Sanemi got shot and revived, you stayed alive and kicking. When you quickly glanced at him, his jaw was tensed and his eyes had that half-insane focused look in them.

‘Nemi, you are taking this far too seriously.’

‘This is serious.’ He barked out, which caused you to burst out laughing.

He paused the game and looked at you. A long, drawn-out, crazy stare. “If looks could kill” was probably the best description of what was being projected from his light-purple pupils.

‘Relax, babe.’ You put your hand on his thigh and began riding up to his groin. ‘Let me help you.’

You cooed and started rubbing him through his jeans, the bulge slowly growing from your treatment. He was alternating staring at you and down at your hand.

‘Do you really think I am some primitive gorilla that can be pacified with sex?’ He was seething with increasing irritation.

‘No, of course not, I don’t think that. Why would I?’ You cocked your head and smiled, biting your lip while continuing to rub his now quite prominent hardness.

‘Fuck you.’

‘Yes, fuck me, Nemi… ‘

This was followed by a moment of silence after which he suddenly growled quietly and flipped you over on your stomach.

‘Alright, I will fuck you. But don’t say you didn’t ask for it. Because I don’t intend on holding back.’

You bit your lip in anticipation. You liked it when he was rough, but it would probably piss him off even more to know that right now you wanted him to be exactly that, heavy-handed. So instead, you just lay still, tiny, pinching, shivers running down your spine as his hands touched your ass and began pulling up your skirt. 

His hand disappeared momentarily, and the sound of his zipper being pulled down sent even more electricity up your spine. He grunted as you could hear him get up and pull down his trousers. And then he was back at you, slapping your ass repeatedly, you moaning in response.

‘Now, bitch, I will show you who is boss here.’ He rubbed you to excessive wetness and began pressing his cock into you, without much consideration for positioning himself properly. He was too eager to be tough.

‘Nemi, that’s my other hole. You need to reposition.’

‘Argh! You don’t need to tell me what to do. I know what I am doing.’

He shifted and slammed into you, missing your opening entirely and burrowing himself into the sofa. He was so consumed with the combination of rage and arousal that he managed to give the sofa a few hard thrusts.

‘Babe, you are not inside.’

‘Stop talking. I know I am not.’

‘Should I assist you? In finding the hole? It’s like pinball, you know..’ You giggled. You could not help yourself to make the arcade allusion, because his reactions were simply too entertaining.

‘Do you think I’m funny, huh? Let’s see if you think this is funny then.’

This time around, he pumped his fingers into your pussy, positioned himself correctly, and slammed into you causing you to gasp.

 ‘How do you like this?’

‘I like it.’

His bare teeth were now grazing up your back and finished up on the side of your neck, the proximity of his warm, strong body causing you to clench a little extra. His breath was near your mouth and he hissed in a raspy voice:

‘Brace yourself, fuckdoll.’ You loved it when he called you that.

He kept his proximity to you and started to hammer his hips into the softness of your ass. You were a little shaken as his pace increased. Your breath started to sync with his thrusts, but he kept it up so fast you were left gasping for air. He pushed deeper and harder until you were whimpering from his force.

He then pushed the whole length of his cock into you, and you could feel the head pushing at your cervix. The pain and pleasure sent shivers throughout your body. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably now, and you could feel your pussy start to gush. He continued his thrusting as if you weren't even there. Your knees were about to buckle, but he pulled you up again by the waist, his fingers digging into your flesh, and started his relentless thrusting once again.

You could barely breathe, and you were starting to see stars, the only sounds you could hear were your own heartbeat, his ragged breathing, and the sound of his cock driving into your soaked pussy. You started to lose consciousness, your vision narrowing to a point.

‘Nemi, I’m coming.’ You whimpered out as the familiar feeling of needing to pee was turning into a full-blown climax accompanied by your pussy gushing like a fountain.

As you slipped into a blissful abyss, his cock finally erupted and released the thick, white cum that had been building up. It coated your womb and dripped out onto the sofa. His breathing started to slow down, and he released his grip on your waist. Your legs gave out, and you slumped forward, resting your head on the soft cushions.

He grabbed his sweatshirt off the floor and cleaned himself and your leaking pussy. He then pulled you upright and wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning his head on your shoulder. You placed a hand on his head and caressed his hair.

‘Are you calm again now, my dear?’ You whispered into his ear.

‘I was never agitated. What are you implying? That I lost control?’ Irritation was beginning to simmer up in him again. You let out a giggle. You could feel him tense up behind you, and his hands went for your throat. You tried to get away, but his grip tightened.

'What's so funny, hmm?'

You struggled to get out a few words. 'Nemi...please.' You begged.

'Please what, slut?' He replied, his grip getting tighter.

Your head was going fuzzy again, but his grip was not tight enough to make you black out. He was not a monster, after all, and besides, you did enjoy it, your juices running down your leg from his grip on your delicate flesh. You felt his cock growing stiff again. He really was insatiable. He let go of your throat and turned you around. He sat down on the sofa and pulled you into his lap.

'Now, we need to get a few things straight, doll. If I am going to continue to put with you, then you are going to need to understand that I am the one in control here, do you understand?' This was his usual way of asserting himself, that never really worked on you other than make your pussy drip.

‘Just like you were in control of the game controllers just a moment ago?’ You giggled while grabbing his cock and lowering your full weight onto him.

He could no longer keep up the tough façade, the cracks showing by a playful spark appearing in his eyes. He laughed through closed lips and shrugged.

‘Yeah…just like that. Well, I guess we both know that you are the boss here, my kitten.’ He groaned as you began riding him. And this was the beginning of a long, adrenaline-fueled night filled with sensual and passionate sex. Lesson learned? Annoying Sanemi was well worth it.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Hope I can make you laugh with this oldie but goodie. Imagine Bakugo instead of Nemi 😅 @doumadono @crystalwolfblog

[silvermarley]

can u do Sanemi or giyuu fucking reader stupid because she said his scar or eyes were beautiful

Love this idea 🫶🫶 this seems more on the Sanemi side of things, so I’m gonna do him!! :)

Beauty in Your Scars

Sanemi x Reader

Warnings: smut, rough (but passionate), cursing, unprotected sex, fem!reader, modern-ish but demon slaying is still a thing, a hint of a breeding kink, dirty talk

WC: 2.8k (I got carried away)

Sanemi isn’t the type to receive compliments often, as his appearance intimidates most resulting in him not getting used to them. Even when he got with you, he became a flustered mess.

His scars were something that pushed most away. He was by no means ashamed of them, but he didn’t exactly find them the most appealing either.

Sanemi did like the fear that came with them though, and how even some demons would hesitate to attack just looking at them.

You two have been together for over a year, and you hadn’t yet talked about his scars. You didn’t know if it was a touchy subject or anything, so you never pushed.

Even so, you couldn’t help but admire the way it makes him look so much more masculine. Something about them never failed to attract you more. That being said, it wasn’t good seeing new ones when he would come home from a particularly difficult mission.

You were a retired demon slayer, so you understood getting injured comes with the job, even if it wasn’t ideal. Although, it’s not too often he gets injured because of his immense power and skill in wind breathing.

You were “retired” because after Sanemi had gotten attached to you, he quickly began insisting you leave the corps. Saying “it’s for your own good,” or anything he could think of to get you to leave. Eventually, you did. And he couldn’t be happier (he would never tell you that though).

Now, he gets to do the dirty work while his beloved stays at home and greets him when he comes back. Although you two have been together for a long time, he still struggles at expressing his love, so he can come off as strong sometimes. Not that you mind.

One afternoon, he comes home after a stressing mission. “I’m home.” He calls out as usual.

You peek from around the corner of the hallway and walk to him. “Hey, ‘Nemi! How did your mission go?”

He grunts, placing his katana in its place on the wall. “Fucking stressful.” He sighs, his voice laced with frustration.

Though, he couldn’t stay upset when he was finally home. When he finally gets to see you. The one who then kiss his cheek in response, “Ah.. sorry to hear that. Do you want me to make your favorite?” You grin.

The corners of his lips turn up ever so slightly as he nods. When he’s upset, he becomes more quiet as to avoid saying something he would regret to you. If there was anyone he would never want to hurt with his attitude, it’s you. He finds his way into the living room and with a (what felt like a) heavy body, he plops onto the couch.

You happily go into the kitchen to gather the materials for ohagi. You knew the recipe like the back of your hand at this point. It was your favorite thing to do for him after his missions.

After making it, you place them on a plate and make it look presentable. You hum to yourself, before carrying it to where Sanemi was sitting.

“Here you go!” You hand it over to him and then sit yourself next to him.

He quickly takes a bite and sighs contentedly. He can’t help his small but noticeable smile as he chows down on the food. You just cuddled up next to him, occasionally looking up to admire him. The show on tv wasn’t all too interesting to you now as you were enamored by his beauty even while eating.

Once he finished his meal, he placed the plate to the side table. “It’s always good.” He remarks as he moves his hand to your waist, pulling you closer to his side.

“‘m glad you think so.” You manage to snap yourself out of it as you reply.

He looks down at you as you stare at him. “Something wrong?” He asks.

You shake your head. “Just admiring you.”

His cheeks turned a rosy hue. “..Is that so?” He cleared his throat.

“Mhm,” you say as your hands trace some of the scars on his arm, “I was just thinking about how beautiful these make you look.”

There’s silence from him for a moment. As you glanced up once more to see if you said something wrong, you see something in his demeanor had changed. “..’Nemi?”

His grip tightens on your waist. “Don’t say things like that all of a sudden..” he muttered.

You caught on to his tone, how it was warning you, not just telling you. “Why? It’s true.. they’re pretty.” You assured.

He mumbles a “Fuck..” as he is suddenly on top of you, breathing heavily with a prominent blush on his cheeks. “I warned you, didn’t I?” His eyes were cloudy as he spoke with a sensual voice. Hearing your praise for his scars did something to him.

With a bite of your lip, you stare up at him. “Mhm.. but I really do think so.” You shuddered as his rough palms grazed your sides.

His lips quickly met yours in a heated kiss. Your tongues danced with passion as he pushed his hips into yours. Your words were playing with fire. He wanted to hear them over and over. Something about you saying that made him feel hot all over.

As soon as you part for breath, his lips are latched on your neck. Dark hickeys were made in every spot he kissed. After properly marking your neck, he makes quick work of your shirt, to which he takes the new exposed skin into his mouth to make more marks. While doing so, his hands glide to unclip your (f/c) bra. You lifted yourself slightly to allow him to so.

He groans at the sight of your perked up nipples. He throws your bra across the room, turning his attention back to you. “Perfect..” He murmurs.

His tongue swirls around one nipple, before sucking and repeating the process. Then he pays some attention to the other. The stimulation just from this made soft gasps escape your mouth. That only fueled the ever growing fire.

A few minutes pass, and he pulls away from your chest. His fingers skillfully pull down your pants with haste. His cock twitches in his pants at the sight of your panties, and the patch of your desire that was making it stick to your pussy.

“You drive me fuckin’ crazy.. you know that?” He inquires with a lustful stare, but he wasn’t expecting an answer. Especially when you know it.

His thumbs rub your waist as he studied your already dazed expression. He hums, as his gaze falls back to your clothed core. He’s hit with the urge to taste you, to make you come undone with his tongue. And he’s not a patient man. He takes what he wants. And right now, he wants nothing more than to taste your essence.

He was already patient enough to take everything else off of you, but he couldn’t stop himself from tearing the panties you still had on off of you. He wouldn’t hear the end of it later, but he didn’t care. As soon as your wet pussy is exposed to him, his tongue begins to explore it.

Just the taste of you has his mind reeling. He licks and sucks at your clit messily. Pulling whine after whine from you. It was almost like he wasn’t doing this for you anymore. Your hands tug at his wild white hair as you mewl in pleasure.

“Just l-like that ‘Nemi—ah..—feels so good.” You moan, slightly bucking your hips up to get more friction. From the stimulation of his tongue alone, it has your back arching.

Soon, he pushes a thick finger into your entrance, pumping it in and out in tune with his actions on your clit. You couldn’t control your voice as it increased in volume, especially not when he adds another. His mind felt fuzzy as he lapped at you and fucked you with his fingers.

Sanemi still had your compliment in mind as he brought you to cloud nine. He didn’t care how messy he would get from this, he just wanted you to cum on his face. Your sweet moans only encouraged him to bring you to the brink faster.

Your pussy tightens around his fingers as you feel yourself coming closer and closer to the edge. A few more movements of his hands had you cumming all over his face and fingers. He greedily licked you clean as you twitched in overstimulation.

He lifts himself up once more. You see the bottom half of his face covered in your juices and his own saliva, causing you to blush more from embarrassment. He notices, smirking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Still think I’m beautiful?” He questions. You look away from him, in a sudden sense of bashfulness. His eyes never leaves your face as he demands an answer. “Look at me. Tell me baby, do you think I still look pretty?” His breathing quickens once again at his own words.

Your eyes slowly return back up to his as you nod. “Mhm.. so pretty.” Without a doubt, he was prettier in your eyes now than before. Even with the bottom of his face still glistening with your essence.

He mutters a few curses before undressing himself as fast as he could. You ogle his well built figure, scarred and sculpted from years of slaying demons. No matter how many times you see it, you’re still just as enamored.

Normally, he would poke fun at you for staring at him, but he wanted to be in you, and he wanted it badly. He hovers over you again, peering down to grab hold of his leaking cock. He rubs himself against you a few times, until he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He needed to feel the warmth, and he needed it now.

He slips inside you, which is made easy by his prep and the wetness seeping out of your cunt. He lets out a husky groan as he slowly pushes in. The delicious stretch as he filled you up made you squeeze around him. He hisses, and grips tightly underneath your knees to gradually push them to your chest. This only made him push deeper into you, almost making you forget to breathe.

A mutual moan is shared as he bottoms out. After a moment, he pulls back his hips to slam into you again, knocking the air out of you once again. Your hands frantically move to his shoulders.

“Fuck.. pussy’s squeezin’ me tight..” he groans. His mind felt foggy from lust and the feeling of you around him. Never has he felt this pussy whipped. Did your words have more of an effect than he originally thought? Of course it did. Such a compliment coming from your pretty lips; Moreover about his scars, had him reeling from the start.

He continues to thrust deep into you, hitting places you didn’t think he could reach. Everything felt.. different this time. You’d never seen this man act like this over something so simple.

Each thrust had you letting out whines and moans, and you could feel every bit of his cock as it slid in and out of you. Each movement was deep and fast. As if he was a dog in heat. As if he were in a rut, and you were the only person who could help him through it. The pleasure you felt from it was almost too much. Your nails dug into his scarred shoulders, earning a grunt from him. His lip was tucked under his teeth, though he wasn’t going to let you hear just how desperate he was. But god, did it feel so good.

“K-Keep going.. plea—ah! Please, ‘Nemi!” You whimper, your back arching more as you felt yourself get closer by the second.

“Yeah? Just like this?” He smirks as he was loving the sight underneath him. You losing yourself in pleasure, face contorting into an expression he adores after a long day like this.

“Fuck! Y-yes..” you respond in broken moans, clenching on him.

He bit his lip harder. It wasn’t normal for him to get close already. But your pussy was gripping him like a vice each and every time he hit that one spot that had your eyes rolling back.

Before you could warn him of your incoming release, you saw white as you made a mess on his cock. Sanemi growled and let out a few low moans as he pushed into you a few more times before cumming himself. He kept his dick in you and bent down to catch his breath on your shoulder. “Shit..” he says between his scattered breaths.

The orgasm you both felt was powerful. And he wanted more. He wasn’t going to be satisfied with just one round. He craved to feel that again. Your hands fell to your sides as you recovered from cumming that hard.

That was, you were recovering from it. Because now, he was pushing you over on your stomach. You knew what he wanted so you braced yourself on your forearms and knees. You arched your back temptingly, which wasn’t missed by him. He slaps your ass, you were just too tempting and so pliant just for him. And he couldn’t wait to plunge into you again.

His cock forces its way into you again, and he wastes no time in fucking you again with conviction. He was once again fast and desperate in the way he moved his hips. “C-Can’t get enough of this..” he murmurs into the back of your neck just as he pushes the top of his torso against your back. This, in turn, made him go further into you. His voice, still occasionally cracking from the intense overstimulation, continued to murmur dirty sentences into your ear.

You were still feeling sensitive from your last orgasm, and so was he, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to keep going. Your drenched and quivering hole sucked him in so perfectly, almost like it never wanted him to leave, so why would he stop now? “Fuck.. I can never control myself with you—shit— you’re fucking addicting..” he nearly whines in the back of your neck, as he sucks a purple hickey into it.

His words only helped to sink you further into euphoric depths of desire. It seemed like that little comment earlier took away any filter he usually had when you two fucked previously. Something about this really was different. More eager, and full of need along with an overwhelming sense of desperation.

Sanemi’s sloppy but deep thrusts, in addition to you already being sensitive, pushed you surprisingly quickly to the brink. To the point you couldn’t even warn him about it, just like before. He growled loudly as he felt you cum again. His mouth spilled out endless curses and downright nasty words as he bucked into your twitching pussy.

“T-Too sensitive, ‘Nemi!” You practically screamed as he kept hitting the same spot that has been making you see stars.

“Just a b-bit more.-agh..come on baby..” He leans further down on you, his firm chest hitting your back completely. His eyes almost rolled to the back of his head as he rolled his hips into you wildly. Your eyes watered, feeling his hips stutter in their thrusts until he bursts inside you for the second time. It warms your insides as it fills you to the brim, and then leaks out down your thighs.

The both of you catch your breath for a few minutes until he pulls himself out. This causes more of his seed to drip out from your hole at the emptiness. You fall flat on your stomach out of exhaustion. Meanwhile, his eyes were enraptured by the view of it all. He was tempted in that moment to go again, but he held that back for now. Maybe at a later time would he do it, but jesus, was it tempting..

Sanemi’s hands rub your lower back and ass comfortingly, which he then stops after you speak. “..I take it you like what I said earlier, huh?” You chucked breathlessly, watching as he laid beside you.

“Maybe a little too much.” He murmured, and you could see a hint of a blush on his cheeks. Totally different from the man who was just rearranging your insides.

You lips meet his in a short and gentle kiss. “Who knows, I might just say it more often..” you suggest playfully when you pull away.

His breath hitched for just a second. “I suggest you be careful with what you say..” his voice tinged with a teasing but demanding tone.

You giggled, your head moves to lay on his chest. Even with his attempted serious expression, his hands told a different story. They weaved through your hair softly. It was then that he wished this could last forever, a peaceful time where he’s not out there fighting. No demons, no annoying slayers to bother him, just the two of you in post-sex clarity and tranquility. And he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

[yoditopascal]

Home

“I made it, I'm home.”

Or

Four times Sanemi wants you to use his first name and the one time you do.

pairings: shinazugawa sanemi x fem! reader

warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, slight angst, sanemi is bad at feelings and communication, slight sanemi/giyu if you squint

a/n: first sequel is up! My Nemi is 18+ so minors DNI. The second sequel is also up! Con La Brisa !

The first time Sanemi crossed paths with you was the day you were introduced to him.

He’d recently become the Wind Hashira and you were requesting to become a tsugoku.

They were all gathered for a hashira meeting to discuss the next training procedures for the lower ranking slayers. As time drew on, Shinazugawa found himself mentally thankful as the meeting drew to an end.

“Before we draw this to close, I’d like to bring one last thing to attention.” Oyakata-sama paused before continuing as you stood behind him head bowed in respect as he spoke

“I’m sure you’ve heard of a demon slayer who has been performing above expectations,” Oyakata-sama said gently. “She’s an exceptional swordswoman and has been recommended by Tomioka-san.”

The training grounds remained silent as the nine hashira waited for their master to continue.

“After some thought, I have reached the conclusion ….” Oyakata-sama smiled. “I’m assigning her to one of you as a tsuguko.”

“Shinazugawa-san,” he offered Sanemi a kind smile. “Since you both trained under the same master I think she would be best in your care.”

“Not interested.”

“Maybe Tomioka-san would be interested then since he-“

That got his blood boiling.

If he didn’t want to do it, why the hell should Tomioka be the one to replace him?

“With all due respect sir,” he said, Tomioka’s head tilts in his peripheral. Sanemi’s index finger plays with the hilt of his sword. “I don’t think Tomioka can cut it.”

“Why does it matter to you Shinazugawa? You already said you weren’t interested.” Uzui raised a brow at him, a hint of teasing behind his words. Obanai nodded his head in agreement in the background.

“It's because I doubt she can handle my training.”

“I’d like to prove myself to you if you’d let me Shinazugawa-sama, '' you said, stepping forward. You were significantly shorter than him, probably around Obanai’s height.

“Cut the -sama bullshit.” He fired back, also stepping forward. He practically towered over you at this point. You were cute he had to admit albeit a little annoying.

You had to admit from your distance you thought he was attractive too. His lilac eyes and fluffy white hair were striking, his scars added a liveliness to his features that you also liked and don’t get you started on his muscles that he proudly had on display.

“Fine then if you think you can keep up with me I’ll take you.” He said snapping you from your thoughts.

“Very well, then.” Oyakata-sama said, pleased. “She will continue training from here on as Shinazugawa’s tsuguko.”

“I can’t wait to work together, I’ve heard so much about you from Giyu-san!”

Giyu?

Why the hell were you already on a first name basis with him?

“It’s Tomioka to you brat.”

“My apologies I didn’t mean to-“

“Don’t let it happen again.”

The remaining hashira grinned teasingly in the background, at the commotion. For someone who had claimed to hate Tomioka’s guts he sure was defensive about the first name thing.

But that wasn’t it at all.

Did he just take on an apprentice because he didn’t want Giyu to have you?

Yes, yes he did.

Did he also correct you just because he didn’t want Giyu to have the satisfaction of being on a first name basis with you?

Of course he did.

He was Sanemi Shinazugawa after all and he had a reputation to uphold.

He had no idea how you two had even met each other with your breathing styles being so different and all or why the hell you two seemed so close to begin with but if you were to train under him he had to squash that in the butt right here and now.

Sanemi was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize that the meeting had officially ended. As the hashira began filing out of the courtyard you approached him startling him from his inner monologue.

“Are we ready to begin training Shinazugawa-sama?” You asked

“What the hell did I tell you about that honorific shit?” He groaned.

“Fine then how about Shinazugawa-sensei?” You replied cheekily

Knowing that he wasn’t getting through to you he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He decided then that he doesn’t like being called Shinazugawa by you.

The second time

“Fuck off.” He rasped. You had just reached the inn you were staying at when you noticed him wincing.

“You’re hurt.” You mumbled, noticing the blood dripping onto the floor beneath him.

“‘m fine,” He shook his head, but the state of him said otherwise.

The blood around the wound had already started to congeal, sticking to his skin and clothes. He was starting to go dizzy from the blood loss.

“No, you’re not,” You frowned

“I told you I’m fine.”

“If you’re as fine as you say, then you won’t mind me taking a look.” You persisted with a grunt he submitted to you and your examination

You were looking at the cut now, nose wrinkled as you assessed the damage.

“Well the good news is you’ll live.”

“Oh joy.”

“The bad news is this’ll probably scar up pretty bad” you said standing to gather the necessary medical supplies before returning to his side. You two had foregone bring Kakushi with you this time as you weren’t that far from the butterfly mansion.

“Let me bandage it up so it doesn’t become infected.”

Wringing a rag out, you forced Sanemi to sit as you began to dab at the wound cleaning it, little sparks of pain ate away at him at each stroke of the cloth, his muscles tensing under your delicate touch.

“Sorry sensei, I’ll get this done as fast as I can.”

Again, there it was.

“I told you to drop the formalities.”

You pulled the clean bandages tight as you began to wrap his torso with a small uneasy chuckle.

“Force of habit.”

You were warm and he could smell the soothing scent of you with how close you were to him, the proximity was getting unbearable, a knot was beginning to form in the pit of his stomach.

As your fingers gently brushed against his chest with such tenderness he wasn’t used to since Kanae, Sanemi felt a jolt of electricity in his chest.

What the hell was that?

“There, that should do it.” You smiled to yourself admiring your handiwork as you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“We’ll get Kocho-san to take a better look at it when we return tomorrow.”

“Whatever.” He brushed you off but all you did was smile your same smile at him.

Realizing the close proximity he felt another pang in his chest as his cheeks began to dust pink.

Was he developing a heart condition? He’d have to ask Shinobu about that the next time he saw her.

Easing up from his place on the ground he stood with his back to you hiding his flustered expression.

“Get some sleep. We’re leaving early in the morning.”

“Shouldn’t I be telling you that?” You teased.

“Just shut up and get some rest.”

The third time

Sanemi pulled off your haori and tied it to your torso trying to staunch the bleeding. The feeling of the warm, sticky blood dripped down your side as you approached the Butterfly estate.

He could feel the warmth from your blood soaking through your uniform, staining his own.

Shinobu, who had been tending to the grounds outside rushed to his side at the sight of you and ushered him to bring you inside. It was hard to separate him from you, he was holding on so tightly, his grip almost like an iron vise.

A strong hand on his shoulder pulled him out of his thoughts and got him to loosen his grip. He looked to see it was Rengoku who had also just come back from a mission and was having his own injuries tended to. “Kocho’s got this Shinazugawa.”

"Don't worry, I’m sure she’ll be fine."

He didn’t know that, how could he?

“You don’t know shit.”

“I know that she’s in good hands here. The same hands that treat you and all the other Hashira when we need it most.” Rengoku said, placing a hand on Sanemi’s shoulder which he shrugged off immediately. “So just try to keep a clear head Shinazugawa.”

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do.” Sanemi said, storming off in the direction they took you, feeling more irritated than he was before speaking with the Flame Pillar.

It had all happened so fast.

Both you and Sanemi had been chasing after a demon who had been kidnapping and eating children. The absolute worst of the worst.

You were losing your temper and fighting brash, something he’d never seen from you before but not something he was new to entirely.

Just like Masachika.

You were so blinded by rage over the fact that the victims were children that you could barely hear him as he directed you to coordinate your attacks.

The last thing he remembers is going in for the killing strike when suddenly the demon throws a kid at him, a little girl. He stops his attack mid swing to catch her but in doing so he leaves himself wide open to the demon.

Fucking idiot! He thought as he tried to move out of range in time, before the demon could sink her claws into him he felt a hard push and the next thing he saw was red.

Blood.

It was your blood. Dripping onto the ground forming a dark red puddle around your feet.

When had you gotten there?

You had pushed him out of the way at the last second and had taken the brunt of the attack, your side torn almost clean open.

The smell of copper fills his nose completely and he almost chokes on it.

“Shinazugawa.” Shinobu started firmly sitting at a desk chair snapping him from his thoughts. She had just finished stitching you up and had sent Aoi and the others to get you situated in a bed after you had passed out. “If you need to talk…”

“I don't need to fucking talk,” he said pacing grooves into the the wooden flooring of the hall of the Butterfly estate. “She was a fool for jumping in like that.”

“I know you’re worried about her but-“

“I’m not fucking worried!”

He was but he’d never tell Shinobu that.

His anger clouded his senses, sure he was worried but he was mad more than anything.

Who gave you the right to step in and put yourself on the line like that? For him of all people.

No. To Shinobu he wasn’t worried, he was pissed.

You’re met with the sight of a starch white ceiling as you came to, head pounding you slowly, sit up looking around the room, no one was occupying the other beds. Your body ached at even the slightest movement. For a moment, you thought you were completely alone until a familiar voice greets your ears.

“You finally awake?”

Sitting on a chair next to the bed was Sanemi, his arms crossed over his chest as he glared.

"How could you be so fucking stupid, you brat?"

“It’s okay Shinazugawa-san,” you sigh, “Kocho-san was able to patch me up.”

Shinazugawa-san. As if he wasn’t already irritated enough with you.

How annoying.

“Okay, my ass,” Sanemi grumbled, “and drop the -san.”

“You’re a Hashira sensei, your life is worth at least a hundred of mine.”

“You’re an even bigger moron than I thought if you really believe that shit!” Sanemi snapped “Don’t be so ready to throw your life away!”

“I guess I’m your dumbass then.” You mumble under your breath

“What?”

“Nothing, don't mind me.” You said waving your hand in front of you as if to dissipate the tension in the air.

Silence filled the space between you two.

“I won’t let you die. Not for me.” Sanemi said somberly, refusing to look you in the eye.

“That’s the only way I’d like to go,” you sighed dreamily, only half jokingly.

“Don’t say dumbass shit like that.”

“You’ve made bigger sacrifices. Let someone else make them for you for a change.” You nodded contentedly at what you said. “You deserve to live a full life just as much as I do so let me help you live it to the fullest.”

You would have thought that was the end of your conversation if Sanemi hadn’t stood with such force it knocked his chair over from your bedside.

“Don’t gimme that bullshit!”

“You think you’re so high and mighty talking about sacrifices when you really don’t know shit about sacrificing anything!”

Before you could say anything more, he stormed out slamming the infirmary shoji doors behind him.

He was right, what right did you have to tell him of all people about sacrifice when you knew about his past?

Sanemi hadn’t told you much himself but when you asked Oyakata-sama about him he had reluctantly told you about Genya and his mother.

If anyone had known anything about sacrifice it’d be him.

Slowly getting up from your bed you found yourself leaning against the wall as you limped through the halls searching for your teacher.

The wind whipped through his white hair as he sat in the garden attempting to meditate. He had initially come out here to cool his head by slashing at the training dummies but when he saw other slayers out there training themselves he opted to go to the other side of the grounds just to have some alone time.

He hadn’t meant to snap at you like he did, gods know you weren't wrong no matter how much he hated to admit it, so why did it piss him off so much to hear you talking so easily about throwing your life away for him.

You deserve to live a full life just as much as I do so let me help you live it to the fullest.

You reminded him so much of Masachika it made his head ache.

The wind picks up once again carrying with it the smell of wisterias and…something else he couldn’t quite place.

It was almost like it was trying to tell him something, like he wasn’t alone.

Whipping around just as the sliding shoji doors open up, Sanemi jumped up and made it to you just in time to catch you as you slipped and fell out into the garden having lost your grip on the wall.

��Dumbass! What the hell are you doing up?!”

“I was looking for you!” You cried “I’m sorry Shinazugawa, you were right, I had no right to be so ignorant!” You tried to bow but the searing pain in your side said otherwise.

He tsked as he went to sit you down on the engawa. Setting himself beside you so you could lean on him if you needed to.

“You really aren’t that smart are ya?” He asked roughly trying to lighten the mood but the way it came out made him wince at the harshness.

Thankfully after months of training at his side you could tell when he was trying to lighten the mood, so you simply smiled and closed your eyes savoring his warmth. “No one’s ever accused me of being a genius.”

It was then that he realized you hadn’t called him sensei, or by any honorific. He was simply Shinazugawa.

Maybe he was finally getting something through that thick skull of yours.

The fourth time

When the two of you arrived at the swordsmith village you split off almost instantly Sanemi muttering to himself something about needing a drink. You were so excited at the promise of hot water on your aching muscles that you hadn’t thought to ask Sanemi if he planned to bathe too.

Which was how you two found yourselves in your predicament.

This was good. Way too good. The hot springs were perfect. From where he sat Sanemi could see the steam rising off from the clear water. The atmosphere around it is breathtaking, decorated with rocks, and lush plants. The scent of it was intoxicating.

He can already feel the relaxing effects of the mineral waters soaking into his bones as he sinks further in. Sanemi’s entire body felt overly warm, whether from the springs or the sake he drank earlier that evening he wasn’t sure.

Something like a splash echoed off in the distance and Sanemi turned toward the sound only to find you, sitting with your back to him, eyes closed as you groaned in pure bliss, the hot water easing your sore muscles.

“The hell are you doing here?!” He screamed jumping up to point at your naked form forgetting to cover himself up as he did so.

“Same as you Shinazugawa-san, taking a bath!” You smiled cheerfully “you’re naked by the way.”

You said averting your eyes from his very bare form.

He quickly sank back down into the water, cheeks turning a bright red before he rolled his eyes at you.

There it was again. If you said his last name like that one more time he swore he was going to-

But before he could finish that thought he caught a glimpse of your back, almost completely unmarred and blemish free save for the gnarly scar that twisted up your side and shoulder as you moved to grab your rag to wash yourself.

Sanemi had never seen your body so exposed before, he hadn’t meant to look, he swears he hadn’t but he just couldn’t tear his eyes away from you.

That was my fault.

“It’s not your fault.” Your voice brought him back to reality before he could get lost in his thoughts.

“Huh?”

Now you were sitting next to him, back resting against the warm boulders that surrounded the springs, arms folded, covering your amble chest from his view.

“It probably would've happened either way. I was being too reckless that night.”

“Doesn’t stop me from feeling any less shitty about it.”

A silent blanket fell over the two of you, the rippling of the water beneath you two the only sound that could be heard.

“Don’t get hurt again.” The request came in a tone you’d never heard from your teacher before. There was an emotion in his voice, one that you couldn’t quite place. Fear? Pity?

Nonetheless you smiled at him with a reassuring smile before answering back “I’ll try my best.”

“Good,” he began cheeks tinging pink once again as he looked away from you. “now get the fuck out.”

The one time you do

When the battle with Muzan and the remaining Upper Moons was over and the Corps had officially dissolved, you took your time to heal from your injuries, paid your respects to the fallen and moved back home.

Your childhood home looked more or less the same since you’d left, but it felt different. You couldn’t put your finger on it, maybe it had changed somehow or maybe it was just you that had changed but something felt like it was still missing.

Once you were settled in you resumed work in the family’s tea shop, your family thankful for the extra help. Soon you saved up enough to get yourself a little home on the edge of the village.

It wasn’t a spectacular abode but it reminded you of the Wind estate you stayed at when you trained under Sanemi. A place you like to think of as home.

Speaking of the devil, the arrival of Shinazugawa Sanemi to your village was a spectacle. He sent whispers and murmurs everywhere he went, the town buzzing with excited chatter and imaginative speculations but to you it fills your belly with fluttering butterflies.

You hadn't seen him for months since the final battle, a battle you hadn’t even had the luxury of sharing with him since you were with Shinobu at the time. Had he changed at all? Would you remind him too much of the past? What if he didn’t want to see you? Had you changed?

All those thoughts gripped at your head as you walked home from the store, groceries tucked tightly under each arm. It’s as you approached your home that you stopped dead in your tracks nearly dropping your bags.

There, standing in front of your door, was Sanemi himself.

He was thanking an old man, a regular of yours at the tea shop, on your front porch.

“Thanks for helping me find the place, old timer.”

“It’s no problem, oh there she is now!” The old man waved you over.

“Welcome home! I bought you a visitor!” The man cupped his hand around his mouth shouting excitedly as you approached.

“I see, it's been a long time Shinazugawa!” You smiled at them.

Sanemi looked different, he had even more scars and was missing fingers on one of his hands. Even though he appeared more battle hardened there was a surprising gentleness to his features now. As if there had been a weight lifted from his shoulders.

“It’s good to see you too.” He replied, surprising you with a soft smile.

“You wouldn’t expect it by looking at him, but Shinazugawa is really good with kids.” The old man, who you both realized was still there, teased. “We found him helping out some of the village kids before he asked for you.”

Face reddening, Sanemi ears tinged pink.

“Shinazugawa-san, you’re blushing! Ah I remember my first love…” the old man trailed off, his expression dreamy despite yours and Sanemi’s vehement protests in the background.

“I’ll leave you to youngsters to it then.” He waved you two off as he turned to leave, you quickly pulled Sanemi inside, cheeks equally as flushed as his own.

You invited him in and ushered him towards the back before the old man could say anything more. The two of you soon found yourselves resting on the engawa outside as you served him and yourself tea and ohagi, attempting to awkwardly catch up with one another.

You can tell he’s tired from his eyes as he spoke, and he has every right to be. The battle was hard fought not without great sacrifice even if it was months ago, Sanemi had a lot of recovering to do still.

The two of you sat in silence for what felt like hours admiring the beautiful scenery around you. More than once you caught Sanemi’s gaze lingering on you but he always caught himself and looked away before you could say anything.

“Forgive my intrusion.” He broke the stifling silence first.

“There’s nothing to forgive, I’m glad you came to visit.”

“I really wanted to see you, I even thought about coming to visit your estate but I figured, after everything….” You paused

Maybe you didn’t want to see me.

“You might have needed some space.” There’s a pause before you continue. “Have you been to see him yet?”

“I visit his grave as often as I can,” Sanemi says with mournful eyes that can’t quite meet yours.

“It’s all my fault… Genya….” His voice sounded watery as he trailed off. “I didn’t want anything to happen to him.”

“Please don’t blame yourself. It wasn’t your fault.”

“It feels like it is. Maybe if I hadn't pushed him away…”

He’d still be here.

If only he had taken his place. Sanemi thought as he swallowed thickly trying but failing to hold back tears.

“We’ve all done things we’re not proud of, we all make mistakes, it’s what makes us human.” You said placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

How was he supposed to be going about doing this?

All he wanted was to come visit you, see how you were doing, not spill his guts out to you in the courtyard. He never meant for this to happen.

“I can see the love you had for him. I know he saw it too, otherwise he wouldn’t have fought so hard to get your approval when you pushed him away. People have different ways of showing affection." You started, Sanemi remained silent, his eyes fixed on you as you spoke.

"Genya might not have chosen the path you wanted for him, but he was with you all the way until the end and that’s what matters."

"He was a dumbass," he muttered, wiping stray tears from the corners of his eyes.

"He was your brother, and he loved you to pieces. He forgave you even when you couldn’t forgive yourself. I think it’s time you started trying to forgive yourself too." You smiled warmly. “You’re not alone in this sensei. I'm right here with you.”

“Drop that sensei crap. We’re both civilians now, we’re equal.”

“Sorry, old habits.”

A thick silence envelopes you two once again, this time a little less awkward than it was before as a hint of sadness lingers in the air.

“Please allow me to accompany you on your next visit, I’d like to see him too.” You said leaning into his side.

“I think I’d like that.”

It was getting late, the sun was starting to set over the mountains surrounding your village. The two of you had retired inside your home where you offered to make him dinner. Sanemi accepted and the two of you ate peacefully while you reminisced.

After clearing and cleaning up a bit you returned to your engawa where you sat in a comfortable silence just enjoying each other’s company.

Refusing to meet your eyes, Sanemi moved to place one of his hands over yours. The gesture has your heart thumping wildly in your chest, his too. “I very much wish… to see you again.” His words came out as though he was struggling to say them.

“I’d like that too…Sanemi.”

His name falling from your lips makes him stop in his tracks, looking up at you instantly.

“Say it again. My name.” He breathed out, he wanted to say more, but he’s too caught up in the fact that you finally called him by his first name.

“Sanemi.” you said tested it out on your tongue once more, pronouncing each syllable

At that he smoothly bridged the gap between you, pressing his lips softly against yours.

You almost forgot how to breathe. Cradling your face, he reaches his right hand around you and pulls you closer, deepening your kiss, relishing in the feeling of you.

It was then that you knew what was missing all those months ago when you returned home. It was him, he was your home and your village just didn’t feel like it had a place for you without him.

You're the first to pull away from the kiss, lungs not at all what they used to be back when you had to constantly use Total Concentration breathing, resting your forehead against his you stare into his lilac eyes with a shy smile.

“Stay with me tonight Nemi,” you murmur, fingers lightly tracing along his cheek as he hums in contentment. “Let me take care of you.”

Sanemi does not answer you, instead settling to pull off his haori while going in for another kiss, this one a bit rougher.

You admit to yourself right then that the name Sanemi rolls off the tongue so much better than Shinazugawa does.

[sanemistar]

entry 1 :: sweet cuddles — sanemi shinazugawa

𝜗𝜚 synopsis: fall mornings always feel much warmer with your boyfriend by your side. 𝜗𝜚 starring: sanemi ft. gn!reader.

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fall season has just begun, and with that, mornings have started to become cooler. you begin to shiver from the cool breeze. apparently, the blanket was kicked off of you while you were tossing around earlier, and sanemi, who’s lying in bed next to you, notices your constant movements and wakes up groggily as a result.

“well, someone’s been tossin’ around a lot and now i’m up when it’s still very early.” your boyfriend whispers in your ear with his raspy voice, his tone still a bit sleepy. you lazily rub your eyes and turn around to face him, his face is still slightly grumpy and his hair is disheveled.

“oh nemi, did i wake you up? sorry, i was just feeling cold.” you murmur softly, still half asleep. you gently kiss sanemi’s cheek as an apology. his face begins to relax as he smiles a little, looking at you ever so lovingly.

“then let’s get ya warmed up, yeah?” he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him, cuddling. you instantly begin to feel sanemi’s warmth against your cold skin. his fingers run up and down your back in a soothing motion, butterflies begin to form in your stomach. he then moves a hand up to your cheek, his rough calloused thumb come into contact with your soft skin and gently caresses it as his lips start to press a trail of chaste, affectionate kisses all over your face and down your neck.

you smile in between the kisses, and wrap your arms securely around his neck. you lean in and give his lips a quick peck on the lips and he kisses you back tenderly, but later starts to deepens the kiss. you know a quick peck is never enough for sanemi, it always leaves him wanting more of you.

mornings in the fall are sure cold, but these sweet cuddling sessions with sanemi always make them feel so much warmer. having your loving boyfriend by your side, enjoying the intimacy and the comfort of his company as the sun shines on both of you is your most favorite thing ever.

[brutal-nemesis]

Feel free to ignore this and im sorry if i word it poorly, but I'm asking because I'm genuinely curious and want to learn as I don't know any aroace people in real life! You said you have a boyfriend, but you don't feel romantic attraction. How does that change having a friend vs having a boyfriend?

No worries I'm happy to talk about it!! This might get kinda rambly but oh well shove it under readmore so i can talk forever

So I think for my boyfriend, I think it's just like more intense platonic feelings? The sorts of things I want to do with him are things I would be fine doing with someone else, if that makes sense. Cuz a lot of aromantics/aro-adjacent people struggle with telling the difference between romantic and platonic attraction, myself included. At some point I defined romantic as wanting to do certain things with Them and Only Them, while platonic is like I would prefer to do xyz thing with them but if I did it with someone else it wouldn't be weird. "Doing things" in this case ranges from eating a meal together to cuddling (for me things don't go beyond that physically). Idk if I explained it well enough but that's the definition I use for myself.

So like I still love him and care about him a lot and everything but it's not quite the same way he loves me (he's straight). I at least can sense a sort of difference in how we feel about each other, idk if he can, but it makes me more certain that my feelings for him aren't romantic, and that is okay. He's known I'm aroace since before we started dating (he was super scared to ask me out because of it rip bozo) so we've always been on the same page about all of that.

And you're probably wondering why I did agree to go out with him if I don't have romantic feelings for him. For starters, I've never been opposed to the idea of having a partner, but it was more of a "if it happens great and if not that's fine too" kinda vibe. In the months before we started dating we'd gotten really close as friends and did some cuddling because that shit can totally be platonic yk. He caught feelings somewhere along the way cuz Straight and when he asked I said yes cuz I do want to be with him. I wanna hang out all the time and go for hikes and watch Ghost Files and make dinner together and let him have some of my ice cream.

I could do those things with someone else and still have fun, but I'd rather do them with him. So it's platonic, in my eyes, but it's still very much love.

[justauthoring]

nemi nemi needs some loveeeeee

so 🫧 for my gorgeous princess sanemi

🫧 — "i wish i could hate you."

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he is crude, cruel and aggressive.

mean to a fault. always yelling. he looked down on those he thought lower than him, treated only a select few with actual respect and focused on nothing but killing demons.

and yet, you were unconditionally in love with him.

"what exactly is your problem?"

swallowing thickly, you glance at the wind hashira out of the corner of your eye, frowning when you notice that typical maniacal look in his eyes. his eyes are bloodshot and there's a nasty scowl on his lips as he glances down at you.

and you find it hot.

"i don't have a problem."

you figure feigning knowledge was the best thing. sanemi made your mind numb, made you stupid, and you were not stupid. it bothered you endlessly that this brute of a man seemed to have some sort of hold over you, enough that it made you act like a little girl with a school girl crush.

"bullshit," he growls, voice raspy. god, did he have to sound husky like that? "you've been avoiding me for days. i want to know why."

you shrug. "i've been busy."

"no, you haven't."

stunned, you turn to him with parted lips. "excuse me?" you hiss, insulted. "how would you know?"

"i asked around," he explains. "the other hashiras said you haven't been on any missions recently. you've just been training."

damn the others.

"well," you huff, crossing your arms. "i was busy training."

you move to walk off, but before you make it even two steps sanemi is reaching for you. his grip is strong and you try not to swoon at the feeling of his hand on you, stumbling back as he tugs you, albeit rather gently, to face him.

his face is all twisted up, confused. "stop with the passiveness," he growls. "what did i do?"

biting your lip, you try to ignore your racing mind. "nothing."

"y/n."

"i love you!"

well, that didn't take much.

breathless, you turn to sanemi, realizing there's no point denying it further. "i wish i could hate you," you huff, frustrated. "but i don't. i love you. you make me insane and stupid and i hate it but i also love it."

there's a beat of silence. it seems to drag on forever while you stare up at sanemi who gives you absolutely nothing in terms of what he's thinking. he doesn't let you go though, just stares down at you, and then, a moment later, he's snorting.

"you're an idiot."

you burn with humilation; "what?"

shaking his head, sanemi shifts, moving to settle his hands on your hips. you jump at the touch, tensing at the wanted but unfamiliar intimate touch but before you can dwell on it much longer, sanemi's rough but gentle hand is cupping your cheek, guiding your eyes back on him.

"i love you too."

[oatmilkandcookies]

UNLESS (sanemi x f!reader) Pt 3.

MDNI, 18+ angst, swearing

Pt. 4 >

warnings: arrangedmarriage!au, angst/fluff, MANGA SPOILERS, abuse

nightmare (/ˈnʌɪtmɛː/)

a terrifying dream in which the dreamer experiences feelings of helplessness, extreme anxiety, sorrow, etc.

word count: 4k

Part Three (Newlyweds)

-

There was sobbing, and he can’t see anything. His hands felt sticky as he fumbled around to find his bearings. That voice…

“Sanemi…”

A person collapses into his hands, making him fall to his knees to cradle them.

“M-mom?”

It can’t be…there’s no way. She’s crying into his hands, and he can feel the sharp fangs and claws he had worked hard to supress in the trenches of his memory graze against his hands.

“Are you becoming your father Nemi?” she sniffled as she finally looked up, holding his gaze with her very human-looking eyes.

None of this was making any sense. His father… Sanemi winced as more memories resurfaced, the way his father would drag his mother by the hair and fling her across the room, raining angry punches on her shrinking figure. He remembers the bitter taste of his father’s fists when he had tried intervening before, and he remembers the twist in his gut when his father would threaten to hit the rest of his siblings if he ever stepped in between his parents again.

“I-If you turn into him…she will end up like I did,” his mother’s shaky voice pulls him out of his own head.

His eyes widened as the pieces clicked. No. No way. He swore to himself he would never let it happen again.

“She…She’ll become a demon?”

Why was his voice shaking? He watched, frozen as his mother sat up to face him, wiping her tear-stricken cheeks with a clawed hand. She shook her head as she grinned, all her razor-sharp teeth showing, stained dark red with the blood of his siblings. She grabs his hands, which he’s realising are also covered in someone’s blood, and he doesn’t know whose. He could see the tremors in his fingertips as she places his hands on both sides of her neck.

“She’ll die by your hands”

“No!”

A sickening crack echoes as her hands force his to twist.

-

Sanemi jolted awake, sitting up as his breathing heaved, cold sweat running down his back and chest. It was just a nightmare. A fucking horrible one, but it was just that and only that. He rubbed his face as he left his room, silently opening the door to the bedroom opposite his, and he couldn’t lie, he was relieved to see your sleeping figure, gently rising and falling with each soft breath. He leaned against the door frame as he recalled what happened a week ago.

Kamado Tanjiro had accused him of being an abusive husband, and it had made him see red. He didn’t care if people treated him like he was some brute, but the one thing he had sworn to never become, was the pathetic excuse of a man his father was. It took all the trainees, and a screeching Sorai cawing the news that Y/N had been found unconscious and had been admitted into the care of the Butterfly Estate, to stop him dead in his tracks.

He had sprinted as fast as the winds could carry him, and he was met with a sharp gazed Shinobu before he could burst into every room to find you. She had spoken in a very pointed tone as she revealed that you were beginning to show symptoms of malnourishment. She had also dropped that a diet of only birdseed and water, as well as sleeping outdoors was no way any spouse should be treated and it was a miracle you had survived that way for almost a month.

For the whole week you were unconscious, the sinking feeling of guilt only deepened the more he remained by your side, noticing how frail your figure had become, the way your cheeks were sunken and your wrists bony. He’d take naps in the spare bed next to yours whenever the tiredness of staying awake got to him, and when Obanai and Mitsuri came to visit, he would take their harsh words with his head down.

“You know she came from a mountain clan, right? How could you not know their history with women?” Obanai accused.

“I’m sure you didn’t mean it Sanemi! There’s no way you would treat her this way intentionally, right?”

“Nonsense, Oyakata-sama was very clear in his advice to him, Mitsuri. He has no excuse.”

Oyakata-sama’s advice. Why didn’t he remember it earlier? It felt confusing at the time, and he didn’t keep the words in mind, but it all made sense now that he’s piecing the pieces together.

“Speak clearly and have meals together.”

What the hell kind of marriage advice was that anyways? How was he supposed to know that the food you laid out each day was for him, let alone the fact that him not eating it meant that you wouldn't? Fuck, what kind of twisted upbringing did you have?

But Sanemi was never one to dwell in regret, so he swears to himself to dedicate his all to your recovery. By the time you were finally discharged, he had arranged for the Kakushi to deliver groceries daily and had requested for another week off.

Sanemi had been awkwardly looming around you as you went about your daily chores post-recovery and though there was a tiny weird tension between the two of you, you had learned to ignore it and enjoy his adorable attempt of company instead. The only few moments he would leave you alone were when he would be shuffling about in the kitchen while you were mending his uniforms in the living room, (and mysterious plates of ohagi would appear on the table in front of you after you wake up from your mid-sewing naps) or when you would take your evening sit in the backyard (and you can still hear his soft pacing as he waited for you to come back inside to the safety of your home). It was sweet that he was truly working on being a better husband for you.

It was during this week that he learnt about your past. He swears he didn’t mean to, but it was late, you were out in the backyard longer than you usually were and he’s never been a man of patience. He had slammed the sliding door open, and you squeaked as you dropped the wet cloth you were using to wipe your body to cover yourself with a towel. He was stunned into silence, the flash of bare skin and the sight of the gnarly scars that ran down your spine gone in a blink as your wide doe eyes turned to him.

Realising he was staring and had interrupted your bath, he could feel the heat rushing to his face as he averted his gaze and muttered an apology, scampering back indoors. He was dying inside from embarrassment. Gah, you probably think he’s a pervert now.

He slid down against the thin door, face in his hands as he tried to rub off the heat on his cheeks. He didn’t stay that way for long though, jumping back on his feet when he heard your soft knock, and your shy invite to join you in your evening sit. You’d open the door when there was no response to the sight of his back to you, but he’d let you slip your hand in his and he’d let you guide him back to sit outside.

You sat in a comfortable silence, staring at the moon, pretending you don’t feel his heavy gaze on you. Your hand was still in his, and he made no move to remove it as you absently traced your thumb along the large scar that ran across his knuckles.

“Yours aren’t that bad to be honest,” He finally spoke carefully.

“Oh?” Your eyes locked as you shifted to face him.

“These are from my demon turned mum after she murdered all my siblings,” he gestured casually to his face, pulling your hand to rest on his bare chest and the bigger scars that ran across it, “These when I had to kill her.”

And maybe this was a very subtle way of him showing off his muscles to you, so you indulged him by letting your fingers trace the scars along his chest, internally giggling at how he almost seemed to preen proudly under your touch. You’d look up at him, and the faint smirk on his handsome face made your gut swirl in some type of way.

“Mine’s Muzan. Grabbed my spine like it was a handle and he yeeted me,” you’d state so plainly, that it shocked him when he realised what you said.

“Oh shit, you win,” he’d choke a laugh, which made you playfully push his chest with an “It’s not a competition!”

“Yeah, yeah you just want a reason to keep touching me,” he scoffed as he rolled his eyes mirthfully, but his larger hand kept yours held to his chest, and you’d both sit in silence again as you feel his quick pulse, unaware of his fond gaze as you eyed his heart quizzically.

“Um…shujin?”

“Hm?” He’s too caught up in the moment to realise you were still addressing him like that.

“…Are you having…a heart attack?”

- -

Autumn nears as the heavy monsoons shift to rough gales, that have you pinning the laundry with extra clips (so you wouldn’t have another one of your panicked sheet chasing incidents). You could only pray you’ve bribed Sorai with enough fresh peas that he wouldn’t tell your husband about them.

You’ve moved in to the guest bedroom opposite Sanemi’s room, upon his insistence, and married life has been quaint for the both of you. Your husband had left for the regional patrol again, and he had given you strict instructions to keep yourself well fed while he was gone. He had arranged for the Kakushi to collect a grocery list from you each night and to deliver the fresh produce every morning. He’d warn you to keep all the doors and windows shut at night with a gentle pat to your hair, and your heart skips a beat when you thought he was leaning in to kiss your forehead, but he ends up reaching behind you to grab his coin pouch.

You’d giggle nervously because oh no if you had leaned in it would’ve been so embarrassing, and he’d smirk knowingly as you turned shy from how close you were standing together. You’d send him off with a wave, and immediately slumped at the thought of being alone again in the estate for the week.

The week flies by in a blur of chores to keep yourself busy, and today, you had chanced upon your blood stained haori from the well incident, shoved in a messy bundle in the dark corner of a random wardrobe. So you set it out to soak in a tub by said well itself as you continued your work on reviving the dried wisteria tendrils that line the walls of the estate.

A long afternoon of trimming all the dead vines had absolutely exhausted you and you had completely forgotten about your laundry. You were too excited at the possibility of your husband’s return that night, and may have prepared a slightly bigger dinner spread in the hopes of having his company to share it with.

But alas, you end up storing most of it when midnight came around and there were no signs of Sanemi. You were headed off to bed, and that was when you heard what sounded like…a large dog…lapping water…?

—-

There’s an odd stillness in some nights that leaves one’s senses heightened. The sharpened instinct of a held breath and darting eyes, an anticipation for a movement or sound to break the world from its sudden frozen state. Sanemi has learnt to associate these nights with the ones where demons prowl stealthily in their hunt for blood; so he keeps his footsteps quiet and his hand ready on his new blade.

He’s had a long week, and he hopes this next demon would be a quick kill on his way home. The dead air is broken by the sound of beating wings and the sight of his crow flapping towards him. His guard drops for a second but is immediately replaced with a sinking sense of déjà vu. His crow was coming from his estate. Sanemi pushes the wind beneath his feet, desperate to confirm that you were safe and soundly asleep, even though he knew the creeping stench of demon and human blood only got stronger as he neared his home. He jumps high, slashing through the roof with a reinforced slam of wind to land in the middle of your bedroom.

The demon was ugly, human features twisted into a giant mouth that was sucking desperately on a dripping blood tinted haori. Sanemi’s eyes widen at the sight of the broken half of his old blade, lodged into the side of the creature’s neck. Shit. He spares a quick glance to your quivering bloodied figure crumpled into the opposite corner of the room, sobbing face hidden and shaky hand wildly waving the other half of the katana in front of you in a desperate attempt to put some distance between you and the demon. Even though it had already taken a nasty bite out of your forearm, Sanemi couldn’t help the swell of pride in his chest knowing you had almost managed to kill a demon all on your own.

“It’s you, so you’re…him…” the demon slurred, four eyes swirling with delirium and sucking harder on the cloth stuffed in its mouth. Of course.

“Yes, it’s me,” Sanemi grins as he swiftly slashes the back of his hand with his blade, cackling when the effect of his ambrosial Marechi blood was immediate. Saliva pours like a fountain onto the wooden floor when the demon drops the haori in its mouth, stumbling drunkenly towards the source of the irresistible whiff it had been tracking for a month.

And as much as Sanemi would have loved to cut the demon into a thousand pieces and left it to burn a painful death through the rising sun, he settles for a merciful slice to its neck, ignoring its dying gurgles in its own spit to turn his attention to you. You. Fuck, you had passed out.

He’d gingerly remove the blade that had dug into your palm before picking you up to rush over to the Butterfly Estate (again).

——

Fortunately, you had fainted out of shock and not out of blood loss; a quick waft of a medicinal balm and bitter tea being poured into your mouth was enough to rouse you. The gnarly bite on your forearm and the cut on your palm had been swifty disinfected, stitched and bandaged by Shinobu herself. She’d sent you both off with a pouch of wisteria incense sticks to light around the estate.

In the following week after the ordeal, Sanemi would up his patrol rounds, the guilt of his negligence being the reason why you got attacked. You’d barely see your husband around the house but he catches you one night, when he was leaving just before the night was at its darkest.

He had slid his bedroom door open to find your sleeping figure slouched next to it, frowning as he wondered how many days had you been sleeping in this state before he noticed? Ugh, he’s an idiot. Of course you couldn’t sleep in your own room after what happened. Even though the roof had been patched and the interior of your room thoroughly cleaned, you were no member of the corps, and demon trauma wasn’t exactly something you could get over easily.

He picks you up and lays you gently on his bed, lighting one of the incense sticks in his room to soothe your sleep with its calming scent. He shuts the door to his room quietly, a small smile resting on him at the thought of you seeking comfort from him.

He strolls towards the forest near his estate, sword unsheathed as he nicked his wrist then stretching his hands over his head with a yawn. He scoffs as a rustle of movement clearly echoes throughout the silent night. Demons are so stupid.

Sanemi smells the rotting scent of it before it lands with a soft thud behind him. He takes a quick breath, pulling a gale with his sword as he shifts to quickly slice the head off the wretched creature, only to halt an inch before it pierces skin.

Human.

The girl before him was no demon, and the stench he had sniffed before had completely vanished. And though her head was bowed, her uniform was clear: she was a member of the Corps.

Sanemi felt a vein in his temple throb as he's miffed. How did some random girl manage to sneak up on him, a Hashira? He's really losing his A-game and he mentally beats himself up to be harsher on his personal training. There’re no chances to spare when it comes to staying in top condition while demons still roamed the earth.

"My name is Sumiko, great Wind Hashira. I wish to be your Tsuguko and undergo your training," she speaks in a sweet, wispy voice.

She looks up, and if he had not been stunned into how her eyes were the same colour as yours, he would've cut her off already.

"I am here with recommendation from the Love Hashira, who had deemed my ability to manipulate air particles and smells best be refined by the Wind-"

"No."

He stared as her eyes widened in shock at the immediate rejection, and felt irritation bubble as they squint in defiance. It fueled his need to stamp the flickering flame of hope in the young demon slayer.

"I am not looking for a Tsuguko, you can fuck off and tell Mitsuri the same," he scoffed.

He shifts to continue his patrol, pressing down the soles of his shoes onto the earthy forest floor before shooting off to run the rest of his route, leaving behind only a floating leaf and the girl still standing in a sudden daze.

-

Today's the day! Tengen and his wives had sent word that they wanted to visit the Wind Hashira's estate on the way to a famous hot spring nearby. Unbeknownst to both you and your husband, Shinobu had slipped him a crow message with a heavily implied threat if he didn't check in on you and how your husband was treating you.

You had seen the happy bunch in passing at the Ubuyashiki Mansion, only having spoken to the wives once when they were looking for something. And yet, they had treated you like an old friend when you greeted them welcome, immediately dragging you away into the kitchen as the husbands had small talk in the living room.

"Eek, so exciting right? I remember when we got married our newlywed vibes were sooo romantic!" Suma squeals as she admired your wedding ring.

"Suma! Behave yourself!" Makio smacks her hand away, "do you need help with anything?" she graciously...demands?

You politely refuse her, and the three beautiful women trailed behind you as you carried out a tray of onigiri, letting out delighted gasps as you served the group.

A tiny frown creases Hinatsuru's smooth features as you bow politely and retreat back into the kitchen, "Is Y/N not joining us for lunch?" She glanced at Tengen who in turn shoots a look at Sanemi.

"It's not what you're thinking you idiots. It's in her culture that she only eats after me," Sanemi rolls his eyes, picking two of the nicer looking onigiris onto his plate, saving the best one for you later.

"Sounds abit misogynistic," Makio mutters loud enough for Suma to nudge her which starts a small tiff between them until their husband stuffs the halves of a riceball in each of their mouths, making them flush as they chew silently.

Hinatsuru stares patiently till Sanemi sighs, "It's something about making sure the food's not poisoned and whether I decide it's good enough for her".

Suma lets out a sound that sounds similar to an 'awwww' with her mouth full while Makio huffs disgruntledly.

"How's the new intern?" Tengen expertly swerves the conversation topic, his wives letting out an internal sigh of relief as the Wind Hashira gets carried away ranting about Mitsuri and the Demon Slayer Corps.

The quadruple watch as Sanemi gets up, their eyes lingering as he grumbles his way into the kitchen. They hear him pause as he gently sets his plate on the counter, a small grunt of acknowledgement for you to eat before he heads back towards them, immediately picking up where he left off with his rant.

The wives take it as their cue to slip their way back into the kitchen, leaving the husbands to themselves again.

-

"He's such a tsundere," Hinatsuru giggles as you obliviously dig in.

"And he saved the best piece for you too, how romantic," Suma adds with a wiggle of her shoulders.

"So kind, so generous," Makio rolls her eyes, pausing as she catches the look of mischief in Suma's eyes, a small smirk forming on her own face as they both slink nearer to you like Siamese cats.

"How generous is he?" Suma asks, seemingly innocently.

You pause mid-chew to think. Generous? He'd saved your life twice. The infamous ohagis he makes only for himself, yet he shares with you. He'd eaten your cooking everyday since your malnutrition stunt, and he'd save a portion for you neatly, unlike your father who would consider you lucky to get to pluck the rice grains off the floorboards.

He let you sleep in not just his room but his bed, for Kami's sake. You had tried to protest the first time he offered to sleep on the floor instead but he had just turned his back to you pointedly. And you would never tell, but you knew he tucks the blanket back over your shoulders when he gets home just before the sunrise, pats your hair gently before he settles on the ground beside you, joints cracking with a grumble.

Makio lets out a groan as you hum in contemplation, "Is he generous in bed, Y/N?"

...In bed? He gave you his entire bed for Kami's sake, how much more generous can he get? You feel a blush forming as you remember that on colder nights you'd wake up the next morning tucked into his warm side, big arms engulfing you in a comfy hug that has you secretly snuggling. You'd pretend to stay asleep until you feel him tense, the telltale sign Sanemi's awake. It's impressive really, how he'd manage to slowly shift till you're gently laid back in his bed without you feeling a thing until your head hits the pillow. He must be the stealthiest Hashira.

"Um...very..." you finally reply, almost feeling...shy, the three wives began squealing excitedly which made your cheeks grow a few shades darker, Suma gasping as she smacks Makio's arm repeatedly.

You put your hands on your cheeks to cool them down, why were they being so excited? For some reason it felt like you were embarrassed but you don't know why exactly.

You get up as you realised that the dining table hadn't been cleared yet, and you quickly excuse yourself from the ladies. You bow slightly as you collect the plates from the table, not listening to the conversation of the Hashiras. As you turn to carry the pile of dishes, Tengen's loud voice booms,

"This one can really cook! You got yourself a good one, Shinazugawa."

Time stops as he lands a hefty smack on the middle of your back with his wide palm. You tense with a gasp, plates falling to the ground and shattering. Your feet puddle beneath you as you collapse forward, shards of porcelain digging into your palms.

The ensuing chaos is a ring in your ears as your breathing heaves into a panic attack.

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A/N: A NICE COLD LEMONADE bc i deserve to eat whole lemons for making yall wait this long...

i've had alot of major life changes since the last update (dad died on my brother's bday rip, unemployed twice, back in uni) and i've only recently come back to writing as my escape from reality. (dont worry im fine now, i think)

i rly thank you guys so much esp those who've been here from the start (2 years ago wtf) i cant express how much i appreciate yall sm ya guys are literally the sweetest T.T

i'm following the taglist that i have saved in my notes app from ages ago so if any of yall got new users do lmk!! lord knows that thing needs an update fr

hope this one's worth the wait, i'm looking forward to yall reading it <3

hint for the plot? gotta keep an eye out for selener (Sumiko)

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[fatkish]

Demon Child Pt. 8

You had seen the six-eyed man again in your dreams and were somewhat worried. Tengen had told you to always inform someone if you have a vision of someone. So when you woke up, that’s exactly what you did. You crawled out of your futon and into Sanemi’s. You began to shake his shoulder. “Nemi, Nemi up. Nemi up” you said as you shook his shoulder. Sanemi groaned but opened his eyes. “Uhg, what do need kid?” He grumbled. “Saw six eye man” “who?” He asked. You got up and left the room and went to grab the sketchbook that Tengen had given you.

You began to draw a picture of Kokushibo. After you drew it, you ran to show it to Sanemi. “Look look Nemi, Kokushibo” you said as you showed Sanemi the drawing. Sanemi looked at it and glared. “Alright, I’ll let the master know, but go back to sleep.” Sanemi groaned. You were afraid you were going to see the red eyed man again so you crawled over to your futon and grabbed the pillow before snuggling next to Sanemi. “Nemi strong? Nemi keep bad guy away, right” you looked up at Sanemi. He could tell by the look in your eye and the slight tremor in your voice that you were scared. “Yeah, I’ll keep you safe. Now go to sleep” Sanemi sighed. He had his crow deliver the message to the Master first thing in the morning.

Once morning came around, Sanemi made sure that you ate breakfast before bringing you with him to go visit the master. When you got there, you immediately ran to Kagaya and jumped into his arms. You snuggled your face into his chest as he chuckled. You smiled up at him and giggled as you began to tell him all about how Nemi trained you. “Aw I see. Y/n, how would you like to go to the swordsmith village? Do you want to go with Tanjiro?” You tilted your head but nodded. You didn’t know what the swordsmith village was but if Tanjiro was going then you’re going too.

It took some time, what with the Kakushi being the ones to bring you to the village. You fell asleep during the journey, it wasn’t until Tanjiro woke you up that you realized you had arrived. You woke up and followed Tanjiro who led you both to a house where you both sat in a room with tatami mats on the floor and a small old man with a funny mask on as well as two men behind him off to the sides of him. “Ah, hello young ones. My name is Tecchin Tecchi Kawahara and I am the chief of this village. Nice to meet you. I might be the smallest person in this village but I am also the most important. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to see the quality of the bow you use to show respect.” He spoke.

You stared at the small man for a minute and tilted your head. You watched what Tanjiro did and decided to do the same. Doing as Tanjiro did, you bowed and smacked your head into the floor so hard you were bleeding. Your actions actually spooked the men behind Tecchin. “I y/n, nice meet you” you said. “Oh my, what polite children, please help yourself to some sweets” Tecchin said as he pointed to a wooden container that had some kind of food you’d never seen. “Thank you” Tanjiro said. You decided to space out not really listening to their conversation.

Once they were done talking you waved goodbye to the little old man before grabbing Tanjiro’s hand and following him. You and Tanjiro were led by a man through the village. You saw a bunch of people crafting swords and you watched. Eventually it got late and the man led you two to a stairway surrounded by tall trees with lanterns along the way. “The hot spring is at the top of this hill. It has all kinds of healing properties. Bruises, burns, cuts, hemorrhoids, constipation, everything from gout to the pain of a broken heart, the hot springs will heal it. And the path ahead will take you to it.” The masked man said. Tanjiro was carrying you since you wanted to snuggle with him. “Right, thank you so much!” Tanjiro said. “I’ll be down here preparing your meal.” The masked man said.

Suddenly you all heard a scream and turned to see Mitsuri Kanroji running down the path towards you three. Tanjiro quickly set you down before Mitsuri ran into him. “It’s you, Tanjiro, Tanjiro!” Mitsuri shouted as she ran, her breasts swaying with each stride. “Please be careful! Your breasts are this close to spilling out!” Tanjiro cried. Mitsuri ran right into Tanjiro and ended up pushing him back a bit while he grabbed her haori and pulled it over to cover her chest. “Listen, you’ve got to listen to me. Just now, up there, I got ignored!” Mitsuri cried as she sat on the ground. “I said hello but he ignored me!” She continued to cry. “Who ignored you” Tanjiro asked. “I don’t even know” Mitsuri cried.

Seeing her cry, you did what Gyomei would do when you cried, you walked over to her and pat her head. “There, there” you said as you stood on your tippy toes to pat the top of Mitsuri’s head. “Ahh, you’re so sweet.” Mitsuri said as she enveloped you in a hug. A few seconds passed before you realized you couldn’t breathe when being smothered by her bountiful bosom. “I asked him his name, only to be ignored. Isn’t that awful? I’m a Hashira, you know! All the good vibes I got from my bath have been canceled out” Mitsuri whined. “If it helps, I heard that dinner will be ready soon, and it’s matsutake rice” Tanjiro informed. “Whaaat? For real?” Mitsuri suddenly had a bright aura surrounding her. She finally let you go and you sucked in a deep breath as Tanjiro watched with worry. Mitsuri then began to skip happily away singing about dinner while you and Tanjiro watched.

When you and Tanjiro reached the hot springs, Tanjiro gazed at the large spring. While he was gazing at the spring, you were already stripping down. Suddenly something hit Tanjiro’s head, it was a tooth. As you looked through the steam, you noticed a familiar figure. “Genya!” You squealed as you jumped into the water. Both Tanjiro and Genya freaked out. Tanjiro grabbed you and covered your eyes as Genya quickly grabbed a towel to wrap around himself before leaving. “Wait Genya I meant to ask, are you and the wind Hashira related?” Tanjiro asked but Genya ignored him. “And here I thought we could bond in our nakedness. Making new friends sure is tough.” Tanjiro said. He then undressed himself and folded up his clothes and yours before telling you to cover your eyes as he got in. You, Tanjiro and Nezuko bathed together before dinner.

Once dinner was served, you sat beside Mitsuri on her right while Tanjiro sat on her left. You proudly showed off to Tanjiro and Mitsuri your newly acquired mastery of using chopsticks. “Very good y/n. I’m so proud.” Tanjiro said as he smiled seeing you so proud of yourself. You began to eat as Tanjiro and Mitsuri talked. As you ate, Mitsuri had plates and bowls piled up. “Wow, that’s impressive!” Tanjiro complimented Mitsuri. “Really? I really only nibbled to be honest” Mitsuri said. Once you were full, you crawled over and laid your head on Tanjiro’s legs. “I need to eat more to get stronger. Oh right, the guy you met at the hot spring, was Genya Shinazugawa. He’s also a swordsman.” Tanjiro spoke. Seeing Nezuko under the table you rolled under there and started to play with her.

Nezuko started playing with Mitsuri while Tanjiro and Mitsuri talked. You sat under the table before getting up. You wanted to go see Genya and started to wander off. “Where are you going y/n?” Tanjiro called. You looked back and smiled before saying “go see Genya”. You began to wander around but didn’t find Genya. You sensed an odd presence, something bad, something malicious. You knew this feeling was that of a powerful demon. You returned to Tanjiro since you couldn’t find Genya and decided to sleep with him. When he pulled out your guy’s futons, you crawled into his. “Y/n, what are you doing?” He asked. You had become somewhat of a snuggle addict. Smiling, Tanjiro allowed you to snuggle with him that night. He wrapped his arm around you as you both slept.

The next morning after breakfast, you, Tanjiro and Nezuko were wandering around the forest. Supposedly there is supposed to be some kind of secret weapon that will make one stronger. While you both walked through the woods you eventually heard some voices. You followed them and found a boy with a mask and the mist pillar, Tokito Muichiro. They were arguing over whether the boy would let Muichiro use the mechanical doll to train with. While Tanjiro focused on the two living people, you focused on the doll. You felt odd when looking at the doll. Almost as if you knew him in a past life. Getting bored, you decided to wander off to look for Genya.

It took a long time but eventually you found Genya. That night you slept with him. It was during the night that you found yourself somewhere strange. It was a small house in a forest. You didn’t recognize this place so you decided to look around. You walked up to the house and opened the door before looking inside. When you did, you found a man with long red hair, red eyes, Hanafuda earrings and a strange mark on his forehead. He noticed your presence and you walked over to him. You looked him over before smiling and sitting next to him and laying your head on his lap. You looked up at him as he looked down at you. Despite not showing much emotion, you could sense that he was happy.

“It seems ——— was able to do the impossible. I never thought she’d be able to bring a half human life into this world, being a demon, but it seems I was wrong.” He said as he looked down at you. “I can tell your ———s child. You have her same emotional abilities. Come, I’ll show you how to make full use of your abilities.” He took your hand and led you outside. As you walked outside, you felt a sense of peace, being so close to this man. “It seems as though you’ve met my brother. I’m sorry about him, I wish I could have stopped him from becoming a demon.” He said. You sensed a profound love yet also a deep sorrow from this man. Your eyes filled with tears as they slid down your cheeks. This man loves his brother so deeply, it was so strong that it overwhelmed you.

“It seems you’re possibly even stronger than your mother was. In order to use your power, focus deeply on an emotion, channel it, and spread it out through your aura.” He said as he knelt down in front of you. You sat down and began practicing. It took you awhile but eventually you managed to channel your emotions into your aura. You looked up and saw that the man was starting to fade as well as your surroundings. “It would seem as though our time together is up, there are two demons in the village. Be careful” he warned before everything faded and you woke up.

When you woke up, Genya was worryingly leaning over you. “Oh good, you’re awake. You were asleep for a few days I was starting to worry.” Genya said. “No time! Demons here!” You said. “What?” Genya said. You got up and began running out of the building and into the forest. You saw a man walking down the path leading from the hot springs and saw a pot not far from him in the middle of the path. You sped up and pushed the man away and kicked the pot away from him. “Oh hyo hyo, look what I’ve found. The little brat the master wants. Hyo hyo!” The demon said as his body appeared from the pot.

You ran and kicked the pot causing it to soar for a bit before hitting the ground and shattering. You turned to the man behind you and looked him over. “You run now, warn village” you said. You took off into the woods. As you ran you came across a few fish monsters that you would use your blood demon art on to slice in half. You then ran towards the strongest source of the bad energy you felt. Eventually you came across a shed. You looked to the side and saw the mist pillar in a sort of vase shaped body of water. You heard a commotion inside the shed and went inside to find the pot demon attacking two swordsmiths.

You jumped between them and created a bubble surrounding the three of you and pushing the pot demon away. While keeping the bubble up, you ignored the demon talking and walked over to the swordsmiths. “I fix you” you said as you licked your hand and touched Kanamori and Haganezuka on the arms. kanamori watched amazed as his and Haganezuka’s wounds healed and stitched themselves back together. “Thank you little one.” Kanamori said. You pointed at yourself, “y/n” you said. “Ah my name is Kanamori and this here is Mr. Haganezuka” the masked man spoke. You smiled before turning around and seeing that Muichiro had escaped the water and was fighting the demon.

After Muichiro fought the demon he collapsed. You released the bubble and ran over to him and licked your hand before slapping him across the face. His wounds started to heal and the poison started to break down. As Muichiro recovered, you walked over to Kotetsu and licked your hand and tried to touch him but he refused which led to you chasing him in a circle trying to touch him with your spit covered hand. When Muichiro got up, he stole the sword Haganezuka was working on and ran off. You decided to follow him.

[kyokutsu-sama]

Just passing through| part2

Sanemi x f!reader

A/n: Writing the second part because I can't get enough of this man and because I had to use the phrase on the cover of the work😅🤭

and for those who haven't read the first part here's the 👉link👈

Tw: Nsfw content

"Oh, I can't believe it! Kocho-sama heard everything, how embarrassing." Y/n thought to herself as she walked quickly home. Her face was burning with embarrassment.

She knew she shouldn't have followed her impulses, but it was so hard to resist when Sanemi touched her and kissed her the way she liked. After that, all her self-control would go down the drain and she would automatically forget where she was.

That man was driving her crazy.

"Kocho-sama, did you dismiss Y/n?"Kanao asked, approaching the hashira who was looking at y/n from inside the wisteria house with a tiny smile

"Yes, I know you wanted to talk to her, but she seemed tired, so I let her go home to rest."Shinobu explained

"Oh, okay then. She's been working really well lately."

"Yes, and she's still working overtime."Shinobu joked, but Kanao looked at her a little confused, not understanding what she meant by that

"What do you mean 'overtime'?"

"Forget it, Kanao. Let's get back to work."Shinobu smiled at her and the girl nodded

Y/n entered the house and closed the door, leaning against it and sighing, she was grateful that Shinobu had left her earlier even before she asked her to. She really couldn't stand another two hours, she was too sleepy and tired...and fucked too. Literally...

She got rid of all her clothes and threw them somewhere, not worrying about where they would end up because her only goal now was to go straight to her room and sleep.

As soon as she saw the futon, she threw herself onto it and felt her heavy eyelids slowly closing until sleep arrived.

She had no idea how many hours had passed, how many hours she had slept, but one thing was certain, that was probably the longest and most enjoyable nap she had ever had. The only thing missing was her beloved's arms around her to complete it.

And speaking of which...

She opened her eyes slowly, still sleepy and looked at the clock next to the bed, seeing the hands pointing to noon and couldn't help but smile. She didn't usually wake up at that time, but when she worked the night shift, it was impossible to wake up early.

She shifted a little in the sheets and rested a hand on the mattress, moving her hair away from her face when she saw her boyfriend leaning against the bedroom door with his arms crossed, looking at her, who seemed to have been surprised by his presence.

"Good morning, sleepy ass." He greeted her and she smiled

"Good morning, Nemi." She waved."Have you come to keep your word?"

"Yes, and it seems from the way your clothes are lying on the floor in the entryway, you've already saved me some work."

"Actually, I undressed myself because I was too tired and clothes were also bothering me, not because I was aware that you would come in the next day, but that doesn't mean I'm not interested, you know?" She winked at him

"And did you sleep well? Did you manage to replenish your energy?" He asked, his eyes on hers as he took off his haori and threw it aside

"Yes, I slept immensely well, but all I needed was you here to keep me in your arms." She smiled slyly, hugging her own body, wishing it were his arms and he smiled."It would be better."

"Next time, ask to come sleep here."

"You have the keys, come in and make yourself comfortable."

"Say less, princess." He took off the top of his uniform and throw it next to the haori

She ran her eyes over his torso, seeing the stitched wound on his abdomen. She was happy to see that the stitches were still intact.

"They didn't open." He pointed to the wound and she nodded

"It better not, otherwise I won't stitch any more of your wounds." She took the blanket off her legs and stood up

His eyes also didn't stop running over the naked figure of his beloved, standing in front of him. When he saw her exposed, he looked at her with admiration, with love for every curve, every detail of her body. He went crazy with desire but he also couldn't hide the urge he had to run his eyes over her body and gently trace imaginary paths with his fingertips on her skin. An innocent, pure gesture.

Just the two of them staying like that for hours.

"Where are those eyes going?"She noticed his eyes roaming her naked body

"Nowhere."He looked away, a little embarrassed after being caught

"Yes, it's as if I didn't see you fucking me with your eyes."She teased him and he narrowed his eyes at her

"You didn't like it if I did?"

"I prefer it when you don't just stare."She stretched, making him bite his lip as he saw the way her body stretched. "I need to go take a shower."

"Me too. I did the same thing you did when I got home, I just got undressed and lay down."

"Did you miss my body in your arms too?"She smiled

"I almost came in here and dragged your ass to my bed." He said, and she laughed at his words.

"You didn't have to take me to your bed. We could stay right here." She approached him, running her hands from his abs to his shoulders, keeping them there and feeling his hands come to meet her waist. "Do you want to join me in the bath tub?" She whispered against his lips

"That's why I came here." He said before kissing her

His lips felt like silk compared to the messy kisses he gave her when he was with her in the butterfly mansion. His strong, firm hands gripped her waist, keeping her body closer to his. One hand held his face and the other gently ran up and down his exposed chest, feeling the scars and muscles beneath her palm. He slid one hand up her back, reaching for her hair and grabbing it, deepening his lips against hers in a hotter, messier kiss. How he loved her lips, how he loved it when she responded to his intensity, to his love.

As much as she wanted to keep her lips on his, she was breathless and pulled away for a moment. His hand in her hair went down to her neck, running his thumb a few times over her throat. Their foreheads were touching and their half-closed eyes met.

How handsome he looked at that moment. She thought.

"If you don't hurry up with the fucking bath, we'll do it right here." He muttered under his breath and she smiled

"I'll go take care of it." Just as she thought about walking away and going to the bathroom, his hand grabbed her arm and turned her around in a sudden movement

He picked her up in a bridal style and she held onto his neck instinctively.

"WE will take care of it." He corrected her sentence and walked with her in his arms to the bathroom

He put her on the floor when they approached the bathtub and she turned on the water, preparing the bath. She put the towels on the counter and he took off the rest of his clothes, leaving himself as naked as she was.

"If you want to put them in the basket, feel free."

"And then what am I going to wear if I don't even have another washed uniform here?" He crossed his arms

"You can always wear one of my clothes." She joked and he narrowed his eyes

"Idiot."

"I was joking." She touched the water to check the temperature. "My uniform wouldn't fit you either, and besides, I wear a skirt, which you would never wear." She laughed

"Are you laughing at me?"

"Of course not, I wouldn't do that to you."She shook her head, still with that playful and provocative expression that he couldn't hide that he loved

She turned off the water when it had filled the bathtub and he got in first and sat, feeling the hot water take the tension out of his still sore muscles. She got in soon after and sat on his lap so they were both facing each other. She wrapped her arms around him, laying her head on his broad chest to listen to his heart beating. It was beating not only because he was alive, but because she was the reason it was beating faster.

She looked up and saw his head tilted back, giving her a beautiful view of the small drops of water running down his beautiful neck, quite a sight. He looked so relaxed at that moment, he just wished he could be that relaxed with her by his side every day. She settled herself on his lap, running her hands from his abdomen to his shoulders, massaging the entire area and paying special attention to the wound he had on his right side.

He opened his eyes and lifted his head to see her running her hands over his body, feeling slight shivers at her touch.

His purple eyes focused on her face and then roamed her body above him, also looking at the way her fingers seemed so soft as they ran over his scars. She looked at him through her lashes and saw his face slightly red, not knowing if it was due to the heat of the water or the way she was caressing him all over his skin. He took his arms off the edge of the tub and brought his hands to her thighs, where he kept them there.

He would probably never admit it, but he melted every time she touched his scars like that.

"Your body seems stronger and your scars seem more beautiful every day." She murmured, looking from his chest to his face

"And in a few weeks, you'll have another one to touch." He sighed, looking at the wound that was still healing

"Don't tell me you're really hurting yourself on purpose just so I can trace your scars?" She looked at him, frowning

"No, I just hurt myself because it's something completely normal for those who are on the battlefield." He pointed out, although he couldn't deny that she was lowkey right

"I sure hope so, Sanemi. I've told you before and I'll tell you now, I love you and your scars because they are proof of your strength, but please, don't expose yourself too much to danger." She said, placing her hands over his on her thighs

He found her even more beautiful when she showed that caring and affectionate side, the way she worried about his well-being made him feel so loved and vulnerable.

He leaned forward and hugged her body, placing his head on her chest, kissing the valley of her breasts and then her collarbone while his hands ran down her back. The gesture served as a 'thank you' for her words.

She ran her wet hands through his fluffy white hair, which was now slightly damp. She loved washing his hair, loved running her fingers through his thick white strands, she also found it cute when he let himself fall asleep when she caressed his scalp. His outside could be that of a big and strong man, an unstoppable warrior, but inside, he was still that of a little boy wanting attention from his mother.

He would sometimes comment on his mother when he was more vulnerable or when the opportunity arose, he would talk about how she took care of him even when she was the one who needed help, how she would caress him even when she was the one who needed that affection and care.

She felt her heart heavy as she listened to him talk about his sad past, she felt the need to hug that broken man and heal the wounds in his soul as well. It was what she wanted most, but it wouldn't be easy.

Her fingers gently combed his hair and moved down to the back of his neck, caressing that area and sending a shiver down his spine. He pulled away from her chest and looked into her eyes, the eye contact was always so intense that it made him lose his composure.

He brought a hand to the back of her neck and kissed her, unable to hold back any longer, her hands gripped his shoulders as she kissed him back. He leaned back without leaving his beloved's lips for a moment and moved his hand up from her thigh to her hip, keeping her steady. She pulled away from his lips and slid hers down to his neck, licking the drops of water that ran down his skin and leaving kisses on the curve of his neck and shoulder. She then moved her lips up and crashed them against his again, her hips began to grind against his, making him groan against her lips. She could already feel his erection beneath her as she continued to move her hips back and forth, also feeling the friction of her folds against his length.

"It feels like we're a little wet down here, don't we?" He said, pulling her lower lip between his teeth and bringing his fingers to her folds and feeling the stickiness of her even under the water. "And look, it's not even from the water." He grinned against her lips and she let out a low moan

His lips brushed against hers but didn't kiss her, they went down to her neck, marking her skin with bites and open-mouthed kisses as his fingers went in and out of her, his thumb playing with her clit and making her arch.

He lowered his lips to the level of her breasts, kissing one and using his free hand to cup the other, passing the sensitive nipple between his fingers.

His fingers began to go faster and she whimpered and moved her hips to rode his fingers, feeling them go deeper.

"Nemi..." She moaned, feeling the wave of pleasure run through her

Her whimpers each time his thumb circled around her sensitive spot only made his fingers go faster, he mouthed her breasts greedily, occasionally raising his eyes to see her head tilted back.

He let go of her breasts and used his hand to grab her chin and bring her head forward to meet his face and attacked her lips with a voracious and sloppy kiss, his tongue tangling with hers, his hand firm on her chin went to curl around her body and hers went to his arms.

"I feel close..." She announced with a cry

"Let it come." He ordered, panting against her lips. "Let it come, princess."

She had to admit, she didn't dislike it when he used degradation, when he called her harsher, more lewd things, it simply drove her crazy and she couldn't deny it. But whenever he used those softer, cuter pet names, she couldn't hold herself anymore, those words simply conquered her heart. She loved it when she could see his soft side.

Soon, she came undone in his fingers, leaning her forehead against his as she came down from her high. He pulled his fingers from her hole and brought them to his lips.

He brought both hands to the back of her thighs and lifted her up and she let out a small yelp when he suddenly picked her up. He stood up with her in his arms and placed one of the towels on the floor and knelt down, laying her body on top of the towel.

"I thought you wanted to stay in the tub with me." She smiled, panting

"It's your fault we're here." He said, as he stroked his cock on his hand

"I can give you a hand if you want..." She tried to get closer but he pushed her down again

"Don't even think about it."

"Why? Can't you handle it?" She bit her lip, knowing he could easily go crazy when she worked between his legs

"Shut up." He growled penetrating her with a strong thrust, making her feel him reach every spot inside her and making her back arch

"Nemi... You didn't have to go... ahh so deep." She hissed

"You were talking too much." He said before leaning down and kissing her. "And we both know there are only two things that will shut that pretty mouth of yours."He whispered in her ear

His hands grabbed her legs and held them spread as his hips slammed into hers, giving him a perfect view of how their bodies came together so well.

She felt her body respond to all that pleasure, she felt every detail. Her body remained shamelessly exposed to him, her legs being held completely open by his calloused hands whose veins could be seen protruding, her eyes rolling, her mouth open letting a few strands of saliva run down the corners as she released those sounds he so wanted to hear and her hands desperately searching for something to hold on to in an attempt to relieve that sensation.

He couldn't help but smirk at seeing her so desperate, at seeing her body responding so well to him.

"Look at you... Your body accepting me so well." He said, his breath coming out in pants through his open lips. "Fuck, I should have come sooner."

"I was sleeping... asshole." She said, biting her lip, trying to hold back a loud moan when the tip hit her cervix but without success, which made him chuckle

"I would wait for you to wake up just to hear that beautiful voice of yours."

"What a gentleman... It doesn't even seem like you're driving me crazy." She ran her hands over her body and he bit his lip when he saw the way her hands cupped her own breasts

"That's it, tell me how good I'm doing for you, baby."

"You're doing...ohh so good." She moaned loudly and he went faster

He wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned forward to kiss her neck. She was glad to finally have his back within reach so she could run her nails there, like she loved to do.

"Tell me not to expose myself to danger so I don't get hurt, but you keep digging those nails deep into my back...tch." He grinned against her ear

"I...ahh~I can...because you're mine and...I can do whatever I want." Even though she was too far gone into pleasure, she was able to turned her face and spoke in his ear and he felt a shiver at the phrase

"A bit possessive of you." He chuckled breathless

"I learned from you...ahhh I'm...baby I'm coming" She laid her head on the wooden floor and he groaned feeling her walls tighten around him

The heat in the bathroom increased since they entered, their bodies were wet from the water and sweaty from the act, the sounds of skin slapping echoed through the space as well as the lewd sounds that they released through their lips.

He took his head from the crook of her neck and found her soft lips again to kiss them once more. He kept his forearm resting on the floor above her head and his free hand slid down her thigh and went between their bodies, stimulating her little bud and taking her to the edge. She broke the kiss releasing moans against his lips that he muffled with another kiss, she could feel her legs weaken and her hips lifted a little, meeting his who were still moving against her, that pleasurable sensation was taking over her body once again but this time it was more overwhelming than the first. Her nails were probably almost drawing blood into the hard muscles of his back, that excited him, made him want to go even deeper and harder. Her head was spinning, she was seeing stars with him giving her all that pleasure.

His fingers made quick movements, causing her to spasm and making her legs tighten around his waist. Her walls pulsed and squeezed his member as she squirted and formed a cream ring at the base of his shaft. He pulled his fingers away and took one of her hands, bringing it to her belly so she could feel the bulge at the bottom of her abdomen.

"Do you feel that? Can you feel how deep I'm going?" He asked, letting out a shaky breath as she squeezed him. "Fuck! Don't do that." He grunted

She just nodded, too breathless to form a single sentence out other than moans and whimpers. Tears of pleasure streaming down her rosy cheeks as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm, he was so focused on his own pleasure that he made her come close to coming for the third time too.

"Nemi...mmhh~ I can't...too much." She stammered completely stunned

"You can...I know you can handle this." He gasped, letting go of her hand and bringing his to cup her chin. "You can take me like a good girl...You always do." He pulled her lip between his teeth

His eyes were half-open and heavy-lidded, she could see his flushed, sweaty face above hers and couldn't help but find him so fucking attractive at that moment. His white hair falling over his face, still wet from the water and his eyes kept open so he could watch her face and every expression she made. His mouth was open and he was letting out low moans and grunts.

He couldn't hold back any longer and hit her with three or four more hard thrusts as he spilled himself inside her. She could feel the heat of his cum filling her until it dripped down his length, her legs slipped from his waist completely numb and she gasped feeling her euphoric state slowly passing.

His head was now in the crook of her neck as he caught his breath like her, he placed a small kiss on her ear before lifting himself a little to see her flushed and panting face.

"Hey." He whispered, poking her nose between his fingers and she smiled. "You did well, princess. Really well." He ran his hand through her hair, which was plastered to her forehead from the water and sweat

"You'll be the end of me, my legs can barely move." She said with a whimper as she tried to move them and he chuckled

"If you hadn't been touching me like that in the bathtub, none of this would have happened."

"So do you like it when I run your scars like this?" She ran a hand over his chest, feeling the crisscrossed scars on his chest and he gasped

"You... You play with fire, brat." He held her hand and she bit her lip

"I prefer it when you call me princess."

"Yeah?" He rested his forehead against hers for a moment and kissed her."Princess." He whispered against her lips and kissed her again

"Your princess." She smiled

He pulled away from her lips and pulled away, eliciting a soft cry from her. He sat up to clean himself and she propped herself up on her forearms so she could see the mess he had made down there and smiled.

"Wow, what a mess you made down there." She said.

"Until a few minutes ago you were rolling your eyes and saying that I was doing good." He replied and she felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. "Don't be embarrassed, it was hot as fuck. Come here."

He pulled her towards him, wrapping her body in his arms and lifted her up, placing her in the still warm water so she could relax there for a moment. He took the wet soap and rubbed it in his hands and ran them along her skin and especially over the marks he had left on her body. She noticed the way he looked so much softer now than moments ago, taking care of her and massaging her sore and numb legs. She also looked at his back and saw the creased scratches and smiled slyly and he looked at her.

"What?" He asked

"Your back looks a little messed up."

"Guess whose to blame?"

"I'm sorry about that."

"Don't worry, it's a sign I did it right." He smirk

"Yes, you did."

He then got up to get her a towel and she noticed that his stitches were open and he was bleeding.

"Nemi, your wound." She pointed and he looked in the mirror seeing small drops of blood running down it.

"They must have opened it before."

"You shouldn't have strained yourself."

"It's fine, I don't feel any pain."

"But it could get infected."

He picked her up and took her out of the tub and placed her on the floor carefully, letting her lean on him while he wrapped the towel around her body and cleaned her.

"Thank you for taking care of me." She murmured, kissing his forehead. "But now let me treat that wound for you, okay?" She held his face and he nodded

"You really are stubborn, huh?"

"Just like you, baby."She chuckled

He kissed her forehead back and picked her up in his arms, taking her to the bedroom to get dressed.

"Don't you have any missions tonight?" She asked him as he put on his uniform pants

"No."

"Then it looks like we're both off." She smiled, taking his haori and putting it on without anything else underneath and admiring herself in the mirror. "Wow, I think it looks nice on me, don't you think?" She said and he looked her up and down

'She looked way too hot wearing my clothes', he thought

"Can I wear it just for today? We're both off and you won't need it to go out." She looked at him and he shrugged

"Feel free, in a few minutes you'll be without it again."

"You really are insatiable, aren't you?" She giggled

He couldn't hide a smirk at the words, even though he was thinking about how much hotter it would be to have her walking around the house, wearing only his haori. He could spend the whole day admiring her. And his whole life too...

"Are you hungry? I think we should go get something to eat." She ran a hand over her belly, feeling hungry and he approached her and lifted her in his arms. "Nemi! I can walk, you know?" She said, holding onto his shoulders and he silenced her with a kiss

"Yeah, yeah, like you didn't lose your balance two or three times while you were getting dressed." He grumbled, carrying her out of the bedroom in his arms and she rolled her eyes

"It's your fault." She patted his shoulder "You were hard on me, I hate you." She pouted playfully

"Yeah, I love you too, brat."

[gamblersdoll]

I LOVE THE NEW THEME!!

Request for you DV! What if Sanemi and cooing? Maybe he had a s/o with a praise/ degradation k1nk?

-⭐️anon!

hey baby! thank you!

cw: cooing, bent over his knee, spanking, praise slipping into degradation.

sanemi liked to think to himself that he could teach people things.

like how certain beetles can be alive for longer periods of time, or anything about his time as a wind hashira, or just anything within the demon slayer corp.

but your question was how, and why did he have you like this, bent over his knee and a skirt pulled up. one of his bigger hand holding both of yours behind your back, and another soothing your nerves by tracing shapes in your fleshy ass.

“you want to be a good girl again, dont you?” he asks, peering over at you to see if too much blood was rushing to your head, to see if there were any signs that his knee was digging too much into you.

you nod, knowing that it was something small to you, but big for him. what was it, thinking about it? oh, allowing the demon slayer corp. to make you the smallest skirt and not saying anything about it. “i— im sorry, ‘nemi.”

“yeah? you want to be my good girl again?” he asks again, venom starting to circle around his words that made it hard to hide. he sees you nod, clicking his tongue and swatting your left cheek. you yelp, of course; he was a big bruly man after all. he massages the assaulted one, leaning down and cooing at your ear.

“you have to learn how to speak up, baby.” he warns, moving his arm to your right and slapping that one, meanwhile keeping an eye on you. “or is it that you loved getting a skirt that only covers your ass by a wish, slut?”

you shook your head, knowing he had the jealousy and temper of a bull seeing red and it being mating season. “oh? so you just thought not to say anything? you gotta have me do everything for you?” he coos again, leaning back up and slapping both cheeks, six times each.

you squirm, legs trying to pull you away from his grasp, but he puts your legs underneath his right thigh. “runnin’ away will only get you in more trouble, baby.” he reminds, coming back to massage your thighs, and your backside again. “what are we going to do for now on, mm?”

“speak up about things..” you pitifully say, the air trickling on your red and raw ass was just torture, but he kneads the pain away.

[vrystalius]

Sanemi still dreams of you.

Even after your death, he still believes wholeheartedly that you’re going to walk right through the door and give him a warm hug.

Whumptober prompt: Hallucination.

Pairing: Sanemi x deceased!gn!reader

(Mentioning of Sanemi slashing himself more frequently)

Your things are all still in place. He didn’t dare to touch or move a single thing, leaving everything as is. Sanemi can’t look at them though, he can barely stand being in his now emptier residence. You used to share a daily routine together. You two cuddled in bed in the mornings, fought over who gets to use the mirror in the bathroom, started your mornings together in the shower, made some burnt breakfast and head off to training and missions. Then, in the evenings, you’d help him undress while he helped you. His large palms would massage sore spots on your body while you lay your pretty head in his chest. His night would end with you in his arms, but now, he hasn’t slept in his own bed for a month now.

Sanemi is taking on every night patrol, every mission and every training session just to not think about you, for even a moment. If he does, he will break down, and he can’t afford that right now. Not while the war against demons is more heated than ever. Today was the first time in days he allowed himself to return to his residence, his heavy footsteps the only sounds filing the hallways. He was slightly hunched over, the dark circles beneath his eyes darker and deeper than the abyss. Sanemi stood in front of his bedroom. His hand slowly slid the paper door aside, revealing the bedroom. It was messy, the bed was undone, some of your clothes still laying around. His tried eyes focused onto anything in the dark. He rubbed his eyes slightly and groaned loudly, throwing his sheathed katana carelessly aside. Sanemi threw himself onto his side of the bed while still being fully clothes. He kicked his sandals off and rolled over, wanting to stare at your side for a while.

But as he rolled over, his soul almost left his body.

You were just laying there without a care in the world, your back towards him. Your chest was slowly moving as if you’re breathing and in a deep sleep. A deep sleep and not dead. Did he just wake up from a nightmare? Was your death some stupid dream? Seeing your body in Shinobu’s clinic, all wrapped up in blood-soaked bandages, some breathing tubes stuffed inside your throat and your face unrecognisable. The demon that killed you slashed you completely apart and it ruined Sanemi’s good memories of you. Now, whenever he tries to remember the good times, all he can see is your slashed, bloody, ripped apart body. But there you are, peacefully sleeping next to him. His hand was incredibly shaky as he reached out to you, his fingers so carefully brushing through your beautiful hair. He felt it beneath his fingertips. It was just like he remembered…

His breathed hitched and Sanemi scooted closer, grabbing your face harshly and yanking you over to face him. His eyes were horrified and yet had a hopeful shine to them.

“Hey- ouch. What are you doing? I was asleep…”

You looked up at him with an annoyed and tired expression. Your warm hand wrapped around his bandaged forearms while his grip got tighter. He moved your head side to side, inspecting all your features. His jaw clenched shut and tears started forming on the edge of his bloodshot eyes.

“Hun? You’re… here?”

Tears fell down onto your face from Sanemi’s as you blinked harshly, pushing him back onto his side of the bed. You pouted at him.

“Lemme sleep Nemi, I’m tired okay? Besides, take your uniform off, you’re dirtying the bed.

He watched as you buried your face in your pillow and threw the sheets over your body. Sanemi nodded franticly while he practically ripped his uniform off his body and threw it off the bed, obeying you.

“Yeah, yeah. L-Let’s- uh. Let’s talk tomorrow mornin’. I-I missed ya, y-you know? Hah.”

He smiled brightly and scooted closer to you. For a moment, he hesitated before finally wrapping his arms slowly around your body. His face was nuzzled into your neck, inhaling your addicting scent he missed for so long. You were always a perfect fit against his body, the perfect little spoon. You always warmed him right back off when he’s freezing. Sanemi grinned as he remembered how you always complained about his cold body jumpscaring you in the middle of the night, but right now, you’re quiet. Probably fallen right back asleep, he thought. He pressed one last kiss onto your neck before making himself comfortable being pressed against your body. Your cold body, Samemi noted, but don’t worry, he’ll warm you right back up.

The morning came faster than he thought, but after opening his eyes, you were nowhere to be found. His face was tightly pressed up against one of your pillows, a little bit of drool staining it. After wiping his mouth and dragging himself out of bed, Sanemi frantically began searching for you. You’re probably just in the kitchen, or in the shower, or already training! But after running around like a maniac, searching for any evidence of your presence, he finally broke down in one of the hallways. He let himself fall onto the tatami floors and buried his face in his knees. Sanemi started hitting his head against his bones, harder and harder, loud sobs echoing through the hallways and heavy tears running down his cheeks. He used his bandages as a tissue now that that Sanemi collected so many of them. He got more careless during fights, slashing his own flesh more and more as a way to let out suppressed grief. Shinobu warned him multiple times that he may hit a major artery if he continues to do this or bleed out during battle, but frankly, he can’t care less anymore.

He just wants you, damnit. He wants you back, he needs you back. Last night was some kind of joke his mind was playing, making him think you were never dead. Stupid, fucking stupid. He should’ve known. He should’ve known that cuddling you again was too good to be true. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

The wind hashira laid in the same spot, in the empty hallway, for hours. Still undressed like you told him to do to not dirty the bed, curled up into a fetus position.

Now, his wails have quieted down, being replaced by silent tears and an even more silent mind. No thoughts, no needs, no desires, no nothing. Just pure, agonising grief.

🎃

I’ll be giving my Sanemi plushie some extra love tonight as compensation.

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough <33

Take care of yourselves!!

Here are the lists of prompts you can request:

Flufftober (fluff)

Fictober (fluff, angst)

Whumptober (angst)