#nemi is losing it

[nemiisnemisis]

AKAYONA SPOILERS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNEDDDD

ahem...i was rereading the manga last night and promptly cried.

MY BOYYYYYY

I'LL FIGHT EVERYONE WHO SAYS THAT YOU'RE A MONSTER

AUWRHRHJRJ

I REREAD JAE HA'S BACKSTORY TOO AND IT MADE ME SOB EVEN HARDER

AUEHRHRHHJJHHH

and now pairing that with what happened in the most recent chapter, all i can say is THAT ITS SO FUCKING UNFAIR.

THEY DIDNT GET A SAY IN THIS!! I KNOW EXACTLY WHY ZENO DID WHAT HE DID AND SEALED THEM IN THE CHALICE BUT FUCKING HELL, AT LEAST LET THEM SAY GOODBYE.

we have 2 more days till the new chapter...akayona fans, stay strong for me bc im losing it over fucking zeno

rurhrhrjjsksn this is what i get for wanting zeno to explain to us what the fuck is going on. well, THIS ISNT THE EXPLANATION WE WANTED ZENO!! WE WANTED THE HAPPY HUNGRY BUNCH REUNITED, NOT LIKE THAT THO

[lordoflightning]

gotouge was rly like, “here’s a nice kid!! now lets put him through the horrors”

[trollartistry]

Oops don't mind me I'm just going feral over thinking of shipping OCs with the Doctor [specifically 14] and just being a sappy lil shit thinking of how he'd struggle with the realization he's properly in love despite still not over Rose.

[brutal-nemesis]

genuinely feel like things get even worse for erebus every time i work on the next chapter like. fuck. it is so much worse than i planned. this shit is disgusting (affectionate)

[photochoco]

two bad bitches standin back to back keep scrolling

[stxrmnight]

I liked lingering in this instance. Tuskuyomi is so pretty...

[demonslayerunhinged]

It's crazy to think that in this moment Tanjiro didn't just save Genya, he saved Sanemi too.

Imagine the fallout that would have happened if Sanemi had succeeded in blinding Genya.

He would lose the respect of all the slayers including Obanai because ignoring your brother is one thing but blinding him? Nah.

He might get banned from the corps and Kagaya would express his upmost disappointment in him which for Sanemi is like a death sentence.

His relationship with Gyomei would be destroyed. Genya might be his brother but remember he's still under the guidance of the strongest hashira.

I think Gyomei's reaction would be especially disasterous because he knows the kinds of assumptions people make about him because of his blindness, and to find out that Sanemi deliberately blinded his brother. Like dude.

Sanemi would never forgive himself. Like I said ignoring your brother is one thing but intentionally maiming your loved one crosses a line that he wouldn't be able to come back from.

So all this would happen because of some stupid, impulsive decision he made due to fear.

And I think he realizes it too. The fact that he left Genya alone after the incident, if he really thought his actions were sane and justified he would keep trying to poke his eyes out but he didn't. he seems ashamed to face him.

Just look at his face, he's like 'wtf??? I can't believe I almost blinded my baby bro!', 'what the fuck Sanemi?', 'what the fuck?, what the fuck?!'

This is the face of someone who can't believe and is ashamed of his actions.

In his next encounter with Tanjiro notice how he doesn't go apeshit and give him another beat down. It's only when he feels that our bestest boy is making fun of him that he lashes out. He's probably glad that Tanjiro saved Genya and is looking out for him but his stupid male pride won't allow him to say that.

Also look at the position of the scratch on Genya's face. He's being hurt a second time by the people he loves. My poor babyyyyy!

Sanemi I love you but that's absolutely unhinged behavior even for you. Like do I need to bring out the spray bottle?

Bad Nemi! *spritz *spritz

This kinda adds to my theory that Sanemi has some kind of anxiety disorder in addition to his depression.

Also shout-out to Zenitsu for taking Genya away no questions asked. He's such an underrated character. 🤗

[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

[yoditopascal]

My Nemi

summary: sanemi cries during sex

warnings: smut minors DNI, gentle sex, hand holding, light angst

a/n: Can be read as a stand-alone or a sequel to Home! The sequel to both is up too! Con La Brisa

He unravels one of your hands from his hair, lacing his fingers with yours giving them a squeeze.

He clung to you, his lips faltering in the kiss as he found himself unable to do anything besides hold on. His eyes, dark and heavy with unadulterated need.

He presses in deep with every stroke. You clench around him and do your best to meet him mid thrust. It’s slow and sweet, just like this whole night had been.

Your fingers curling in his hair, ankles locking above the swell of his ass. You don’t let him pull away and he doesn’t want to go, smearing tears against your neck as he drives himself deep, further, into your very being both physically and emotionally.

"My Nemi." You cupped Sanemi’s cheek pulling him from your neck to wipe away the tears that were steadily streaming down his face.

“I love you.”

Love.

He wasn’t sure he knew what that felt like anymore. Everytime he loved someone they went away. Masachika……Kanae.

He wanted to answer you back, but he couldn’t. Not while he was like this, he knew he’d choke if he tried.

More tears flowed from his eyes as he reburied his face in your neck and picked up the pace.

At one particularly sharp thrust you moan lewdly right into Sanemi’s ear, that sent him into a feral frenzy.

He grabs your legs and pushes them as far up as they could go. Your knees practically by your head at this angle.

The new angle allows him to go even deeper than he was before. His mouth exploring your neck, mouth and chest as he loses himself in your cunt.

The room was filled with the sounds of your breathless moans and the echoes of wet rhythmic slapping sounds of your skin against his.

A shiver creeps up your spine as Sanemi huffs over you. A long low moan leaves him as his hips begin to stutter.

He was getting close, you could tell. Your own orgasm building in the pit of your stomach too.

Both so close you could almost reach out and touch it.

“S-so fucking warm.” Sanemi rasps out hips losing their rhythm as he looks down to watch his dick disappear in and out of you, a creamy translucent ring forming around the base.

Your back arches as your second orgasm of the night overpowered you, sensitivity starting to set in. Grabbing your hand again he engulfs yours with one of his calloused pads gently squeezing and stroking at your fingers as he draws closer to his climax.

His hips bucked wildly as he clutched at your spamming hips, your cunt squelches as he finally floods your insides with thick ropes of cum.

The fabric of your comforter sticks to your sweat soaked skin as you both come down from your high. The cool wind from the spring night was starting to seep into the room causing you both to shiver.

Kissing along your jaw, Sanemi gives your hand one last gentle squeeze, his face buried in your neck again as he sniffles and murmurs out “…love you too.”

When he pulls away your grinning from ear to ear, cheeks flustered from your copulation.

“Shut up and get some sleep.” He looks away, flustered, going to pull out.

“I didn’t even say anything!” You yawn

“You don’t have to.” He kisses your forehead before tucking you both into your futon sleep already clouding both of your vision.

The former tsugoku simply smiled some more before snuggling into his chest content to be home in his arms for the first time in months.

[riveroftales]

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝘆𝗮?

「𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓, 𝐍𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓」

𝖢𝖢'𝗌 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾: I hate myself for this

Blind!Genya who cries in pain as he falls to his knees, covering his eyes. He could feel the warmth of his own blood bleed out of both his eyes and leak through the cracks between his fingers.

Blind!Genya who couldn’t help but cry actual blood as his eyes stung without a care in the world about himself. His older brother, the person he looked up to, his only living family member alive, blinded him.

Blind!Genya who spends several days with bandaids around his eyes like a blindfold.

Blind!Genya who is devastated to learn he can’t see even after the bandages are removed.

Blind!Genya who can’t navigate his surroundings as well as Himejima.

Blind!Genya who is basically forced to quit the corps.

Blind!Genya who struggles with even the simplest tasks as drinking water and can barely locate where his own mouth is.

Blind!Genya who shuts himself out in disgust of his own self for being so dependent.

Blind!Genya who feels an unfamiliar feeling rise up in him every time Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Inosuke come to visit and the topic of his brother is brought up. A feeling he only feels around demons.

Regretful!Sanemi who didn’t go on missions for several weeks and almost got fired himself.

Regretful!Sanemi who didn’t get that small feeling of happiness knowing his younger brother was safe from demons.

Regretful!Sanemi waking up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat as he looked at his hand. He could still see Genya’s blood dripping from his fingers.

Regretful!Sanemi who realised he was more like his father.

Regretful!Sanemi who tags along with Tanjiro and the others but stays outside, listening to the conversation Genya was having.

Regretful!Sanemi who’s world shattered when he heard Genya say that he didn’t have an older brother anymore.

Genya dropped to his knees, wails echoing through the walls of the hallway. Fresh blood dripped on the floor as he covered his eyes with one of his hands, feeling his own blood stain his skin.

The pain was so bad. Blood demon art felt so much better than being blinded by his own older brother who he loved so dearly.

“‘Nemi..!” He sobbed as he started to cry blood. There weren’t any tears, but he could tell that they were mixed with the blood. His eyes stung so much more.

Sanemi, on the other hand, was frozen completely. His index and middle finger on his right hand was dropped at his side, Genya’s fresh blood rolling down them.

Words were caught in his throat. Not knowing what else to do, Sanemi stayed silent before turning around on the balls of his heels and walking away silently, leaving behind Genya.

Genya was still sobbing — partially from the pain, but mainly at the fact that the only person he had left in the world hurt him.

Sanemi had always been telling people that he didn’t have a younger brother, and never stopped harassing him to quit the corps.

As time went on and as Genya’s wounds healed but his vision didn’t, he came to terms with Sanemi’s words.

A month after he quit the corps, Genya started saying his older brother died protecting him from their demon mother because to him, that was the day he truly did lose his brother.

Too bad he had to lose his own vision to finally figure it out.

[ohagi-bites]

Can I have SaneGiyuu NSFW with Intersex Giyuu as Sanemi finds out that he didn't have a cock but a pussy instead?

(Tysm for being my first request!! I’ve never written anything intersex character before but please lmk how I did or if I got Giyuu’s pronouns wrong🫂)

minors dni

Smut below cut

I kinda hit a wall at the end but I tried 😭😭

Sanemi has always knows that Giyuu is a little touchy about the topic of sex. Always hesitant to allow anything more than a semi-heated kiss. He respects this boundary as best he can, the consequence of losing Giyuu too devastating to even consider.

But damn does Giyuu love testing Sanemi’s control. The best damn part? Giyuu isn’t even aware of what he does to his stoic lover.

Like right now. Giyuu shuffles into the kitchen while rubbing his eyes, his inky hair a beautiful mess. He’s wearing nothing but one of Sanemi’s shirts, the hem stopping mid thigh, making Sanemi blush and tighten his grip on his coffee mug. “Morning,” Giyuu yawns, his voice groggy.

Sanemi smiles, taking a sip of coffee to hide his blush. “Morning, cutie. How’d you sleep?”

Giyuu grumbles, rubbing his neck. “Better once the sting went away.” He buries his face in Sanemi’s chest. “You always bite too hard,” he complains, voice muffled.

Sanemi grins softly and strokes Giyuu’s hair. “I can’t help it!” He defends. “It’s not my fault you’re so soft and sweet.”

Giyuu stiffens, recognizing Sanemi’s tone and wiggles out of his grasp to pour himself coffee, ignoring Sanemi’s look of dismay.

“Giyuu,” Sanemi calls softly, making the other freeze mid-sip. “Sanemi?” Giyuu replies softly, uncertainty lacing his words.

Sanemi sighs and shakes his head, not wanting to cause the other discomfort. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

Giyuu’s brows furrow. “Baby?” He asks hesitantly, knowing there’s something on Sanemi’s mind, something he’s just being stubborn about. Giyuu moved closer to Sanemi, setting his mug down and cupping Sanemi’s face in his hands. “What’s wrong?”

Sanemi swallows, unable to hide from those piercing deep blue eyes. “nothing, Gyuu. Promise.”

Giyuu pouts, unsatisfied with the answer and presses his lips to Sanemi’s collarbone, nuzzling against him. “You can tell me,” he whispers, his breath warming Sanemi’s skin.

Sanemi’s breath hitches and he turns his head, covering the bottom half of his face with his large hand. “Don’t do that,” he mutters, to which Giyuu asks “Do what?”

“You know what,” Sanemi replies, flustered. Giyuu blinks up at him, right eye slightly slower on the blink, making him look like a sleepy blue-eyes frog. Sanemi palms Giyuu’s forehead, pushing him away a bit. “Stop it.”

Giyuu pouts. “Is this because of sex?”

Sanemi freezes, pressing his lips together. “No,” he lies unsteadily.

Giyuu looks down. “Nemi, it— it’s not you… I promise, I just—“

“Not ready,” Sanemi finishes. “I know. I’m not gonna push you.”

Giyuu huffs in slight frustration and mumbles under his breath. “I’m gonna go shower… I’m meeting Kyojuro for lunch.”

Sanemi watches him walk away and runs a hand through his hair. “Fuck,” he breathes out.

“Nemi?” Giyuu closes the door behind him. “I’m home!” No answer. Giyuu frowns to himself and walks into the apartment, dropping his keys on the table. “Sanemi?” He tries again. Still no answer.

“Odd,” Giyuu mumbles. He makes his way to their shared bedroom and peeks in. No sign of his boyfriend.

Giyuu wanders over to the bed and flips down, their earlier conversation running through his mind. He winces at the hurt in Sanemi’s eyes when Giyuu asked him if this was about sex. He hasn’t told Sanemi yet, and he’s not really sure how… what is Sanemi thinks he’s a freak and leaves him?

Giyuu groans in frustration and rolls over, knocking his phone off the bed. Grumbling, he reaches down to pick it up, but stops when he catches sight of a small blue box under the bed. “What’s this?”

With a grunt, he hoists the box onto the bed and pulls the ribbon open to find the last thins he expected. A vibrating wand.

“Oh my god,” Giyuu whispers to himself. “When did he…” Feeling his face heat up, Giyuu quickly drops the toy back into the box and pushed it away, his heart hammering.

Sanemi wouldn’t… right? Obviously he bought it on impulse… maybe it’s not even for me… yeah that’s it… Oh, who am I kidding

Taking a breath, Giyuu tentatively reaches out and opens the box, slowly pulling the toy back out. It’s slightly textured silicone with more buttons than seems necessary, and thick. So thick. Giyuu swallows, wondering if it would even fit. Then immediately shakes his head. What the hell am I doing?

He can’t deny the way the thought of Sanemi using it on him makes his core pulse, a reminder of the secret he’s been hiding all this time. Honestly, how Sanemi has managed to make it through almost a year without jumping Giyuu is a mystery. But right now, all Giyuu knows is that he’s pissed he’s been waiting, pissed that he’s been hiding because goddamn the things he knows Sanemi could do with this thing.

Giyuu bites his lip, debating. It doesn’t seem like Sanemi will be home anytime soon. He’d text Giyuu if he was on the way… yeah…

Before he can over think it, Giyuu leans back and slips his fingers under the waist of his black cargo pants, brushing over his pulsing clit, a shaky breath escaping his lips. How is he so sensitive? Is it because it’s been a week or two since he’s done this? His mind jumps with questions as his fingers inch beneath his underwear to slide against his already dripping core. “God,” he groans, slightly embarrassed at how wet he is from the thought of Sanemi using the toy on him.

Slowly working his finger in and out of his cunt, Giyuu considers the purple wand, wondering where Sanemi was planning on having it. Probably up Giyuu’s ass, since he doesn’t know Giyuu has another perfectly functional hole.

With a deep breath, Giyuu turns the wand on to the lowest setting, blinking at how intense it feels against his palm, feeling like he’s breaking some unspoken rule. I shouldn’t… but the throbbing between his legs demands otherwise.

“Fuck,” Giyuu sighs. I’ll be quick, he thinks to himself, tugging his cargos pants and briefs down and touching the tip of the vibrator to his clit. He gasps, a sharp “shit” leaving his lips at how powerful the lowest setting is.

His eyes flutter shut as he slides the toy along his dripping slit, legs falling open as it dips inside his core, making him whimper softly, pussy fluttering around nothing. “Nemi,” he whimpers, pulling the wand back to his clit and pushing two fingers into his sopping core, imagining his fingers were actually his boyfriend’s.

Giyuu’s breathing picks up, getting heavy as small whines and breathy moans leave his lips, feeling the knot in his stomach tighten quickly, the vibrations intensifying as he turns it up.

“Fuck, oh fuck, oh my god,” Giyuu groans, back arching away from the bed. He increases the pace of his fingers, trying to match the intensity of the vibrator. “Sanemi,” he moans, breathlessly. “*ngh* fuck— S-Sanemi—“

“‘M right here,” a voice says from the doorway.

Giyuu gasps, legs snapping shut as his gaze flies to the bedroom door to see Sanemi leaning against the doorframe, his gaze dark. “So,” he says, arms crossed.

“N-Nemi, I—“

Sanemi cuts him off. “What’s this?” He asks, his tone dangerous as he pushes off the doorframe and moves into the room to lean against the dresser. “Seems like someone needs some help, hm?”

Giyuu swallows, unsure of how to continue the conversation, knowing he’s caught. Sanemi seems to know how to handle the situation, though, and says “Please, princess. Don’t stop on my account. Keep going.”

Giyuu’s eyes widen. “W-what?”

“Did I fuckin stutter?” Sanemi asks darkly. “I said keep going. Show me how you play with that pretty pussy when I’m not home.”

Giyuu blinks, legs pressing together. “I— I don’t know what—“

“What I’m talking about?” Sanemi sneers. “Please, baby. I’ve been standing at that door for five minutes. I’ve seen it all.”

“Sanemi, I—“ tears blur Giyuu’s vision, suddenly scared. Sanemi seems to sense this and softens. “Hey, now. Baby, what’s wrong?”

Giyuu swallows. “Just… wanted to be good for you,” he mumbles. “And now I’m not good enough…”

Sanemi’s eyes widen in disbelief. “The fuck did you say? Not good enough? Baby what are you talkin about?“

Giyuu’s face flushed and he looks away, mumbling “cause I kept a secret like this…”

Sanemi sighs. “Listen to me. I wish you had felt secure enough to tell me sooner… on your own… but let me tell you something…” he stalks towards the bed and kneels on the mattress, cupping Giyuu’s cheek. “That pussy? Prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen,” he says in a hushed tone.

“Nemi,” Giyuu whines, slightly embarrassed.

“What’s wrong, princess? Don’t think I’m right?” Sanemi’s eyes search Giyuu’s, trying to sift through the hidden uncertainty.

Giyuu looks away and Sanemi sighs. “Guess I’ll just have to convince you, huh?” Giyuu Can barely finish asking “Convince me how?” before he feels Sanemi’s hand cup his dripping core, a small gasp escaping his lips.

“God,” Sanemi groans, pressing his lips to Giyuu’s. Giyuu whimpers into the kiss and grips Sanemi’s shirt, desperately clinging to him and Sanemi gently massages his cunt. “So fuckin wet,” Sanemi mumbles between kisses.

“Sanemi,” Giyuu whines, pushing his hips up into Sanemi’s touch. Sanemi growls possessively and slides his fingers against Giyuu’s clit, a hum of satisfaction leaving his lips at the sudden moan that leaves Giyuu’s lips.

“Relax for me,” Sanemi mumbles, slowly punching his middle and ring fingers into Giyuu’s core. “Pussy’s so tight, baby,” he says, trailing kisses down Giyuu’s neck.

Giyuu, in the other hand, is already succumbing to the pleasure coursing through him, unable to fully think. “S-Sanemi,” he moans, hand frantically gripping him closer.

“I’m here, princess,” Sanemi says reassuringly. “Use your words.”

Giyuu lets out a damn near sinful moan as Sanemi’s thumb finds his clit, pressing hard as his fingers work in and out of hit tight cunt. “That’s it, baby,” Sanemi growls, sounding pleased. He. Prices the grip Giyuu still has on the wand and grins, turning it to the fourth setting and guiding Giyuu to hold it against his clit. “Sanemi!” Giyuu yelps, the sudden vibrations coupled with Sanemi’s fingers thrusting in and out of his pussy intense.

“Keep that right there for me, hm?” Sanemi says sweetly, nipping at Giyuu’s neck. Giyuu lets out a shaky moan, legs already trembling from the powerful vibrations.

Sanemi curls his fingers and Giyuu’s body jolts, a gasp leaving his lips. “There you are,” Sanemi mumbles to himself. Stroking that spot, he gradually works a third finger in, causing Giyuu to whimper at the unexpected stretch. “Hurts,” Giyuu whimpers.

Sanemi sucks a mark below his jaw. “Shh-hhh, it’s okay… I’ve gotcha, don’t worry.” He makes it knuckle deep with his third finger and start to stroke Giyuu’s g-spot, making him squirm.

“Sanemi!” Giyuu cries out, the pleasure starting to overwhelm him.

Sanemi raises up and kisses Giyuu softly. “That’s it, princess… doin’ so good for me… d’you feel that, Gyuu? Feel how your pussy’s grippin my fingers? So fucking greedy.”

Tears leak out of the corners or Ciyuus eyes, which Sanemi quickly kisses away, reaching with his free hand to turn the vibrator up again, eliciting a loud, high, moan to rip from Giyuu’s lips, the sound going straight to Sanemi’s cock.

“‘M so close,” Giyuu cries, his body shaking. “Let go,” Sanemi mumbles against Giyuu’s lips. “Just let go… cum for me, I’ve got you.”

Gasps and whines echo through the room as the wand suddenly falls from Giyuu’s hand and he gasps “gonna— gonna— fuck I’m cumming— Sanemi—“

Sanemi thrusts his fingers into Giyuu’s cunt harder, his other hand replacing the wand on his clit, rubbing furiously. A broken moan fills the room, and Giyuu’s whole body convulses as he breaks, cumming all over Sanemi’s hand.

“Look at you,” Sanemi whispers. “Good boy…” he leans down and kisses Giyuu softly, fingers slowly thrusting in and out of him as he rides out his orgasm.

“Nemi,” Giyuu gasps, arms winding around Sanemi’s neck.

“Right here, princess,” Sanemi mumbles, falling onto the mattress next to Giyuu. “Not goin nowhere.”

Giyuu buries his face in Sanemi’s chest. “You fucker,” Giyuu mumbles against him. Sanemi grins. “Fucker? How come?”

Giyuu pulls away a bit. “You’re so— so— so cocky. God. Why aren’t you freaked out?”

Sanemi smirks. “Freaked out by what? My boyfriend having a pussy?” Giyuu groans. “Could— could you not say it like that?” Sanemi chuckles. “Sorry, princess. But there’s no other way to put it.”

Giyuu huffs. “i know. So? Ypire not freaked out? Or think I’m weird? Or want to leave?”

Sabemi kisses his forehead. “Gyuu, of course not. You’re not weird. Or a freak. You’re my boyfriend, and I love you no matter what.”

Giyuu makes a fake gagging sound. “Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?” Sanemi flushes. “Look— I’m trying to be sweet, alright?”

Giyuu nuzzles agaisnt Sanemi. “I appreciate it…”

After a few moments, Sanemi breaks the silence. “Does this mean I have a boyfriend and a girlfriend at the same time?”

“Sanemi!”

[nemiisnemisis]

hhhh this is my progress for the animatic

the struggles i never thought i would have but i do

[theshinazugawaslut]

Sanemi but he's throwing a tantrum over not getting a kiss all day

Literally lays down on the floor, screaming until he gets a kiss

a/n: i love him so much, i was re-watching that backstory episode of him and genya and I've still not physically recovered. also, sorry for being offline for a bit, I've got tonsillitis and COVID right now :( all what I've written in this drabble also apply to all AU's.

Sanemi is a surprisingly very affectionate man, anybody would look at the temperamental grump and think the opposite but you know far better: the Wind Hashira will become a pathetic, mushy mess if you so much as caress his cheek.

He feels like he doesn't deserve it but your hand is so soft, your eyes sparkle as you look at him and he feels like the sky has rained down stars and blessings onto him.

He's never let anyone get close to him, not a single person, nobody has ever known the feeling of his skin nor how he looks when he cries out as he cums. Only you do, and the thought makes him childishly proud, he's yours — what a fucking honour.

So he doesn't understand why you haven't given him one single kiss the entire day- Hell, you haven't even glanced at him, did he do something wrong?

Have you finally realised he's ugly and really not worth it? Or - this is what Sanemi thinks could be the worst case scenario - did you just not want to give him a kiss today?

He's been trailing behind you like a lost puppy all day, following after you, a small scrunch between his brows.

You're so busy, barely paying him mind, looking stressed yourself. He feels like whining and bawling on the floor just to get your attention. He's more than willing to start shrieking and shovelling dirt into his mouth just to get your attention.

You're doing so much work from the minute you cracked open your pretty eyes — you didn't even give him a morning peck and cuddle, already out the futon when Sanemi awoke (by himself; lonely, sad, cold, depressed, how could you?).

You've been training younger slayers, giving them tips and pointers; making some food for the orphaned kids down the street; sharpened yours and Sanemi's swords; went to go see a few different Hashira since they wanted some help from you, and Sanemi's been right behind you, brooding and pouting.

He's tried to get your attention multiple times, lightly tugging on your sleeve so you look at him but you just give him a gentle squeeze on his thick wrist and a small smile before turning your attention elsewhere (why the fuck do you need to help that Kamado boy?) and then he tries to pepper little kisses against your jaw while you talk to Tomioka (fuck that guy) about your last mission but you gently cover his mouth and give him that look to stop.

He finally loses his patience when you start talking to some random guy at the very front of his estate. He scowls, grabs your delicate wrist, and drags you away.

"'Nemi, my beloved, whatever are you doing-?" you say in that sweet voice of yours.

"You haven't kissed me once today!" he says; it's meant to come out as a growl, as something threatening and angry but it sounds more like an upset whine. "I've been trying to get your attention all day!"

He gives that frown of his, slight pout on his pretty lips.

"Do you want me to bark like a dog, is that it? You want- you want me to rip all my hair out and shriek like a fucking cockroach on the ground? Why haven't I gotten a single kiss? I didn't get my waking-up kiss, not my well-done kiss, not my 'cause-why-not kiss, not a kiss on my hand or my head or my hair even though I-"

He's cut off with being pulled down by his haori to be kissed by you.

Hell yeah.

You're cupping his face, fingers delicately stroking his strong jaw and soft cheeks, lips gently pressing against his, and he sighs softly into your mouth; grabbing at your wrists and holding you there.

When you pull away with a small chuckle, you ask, "There. Does that make up for it?"

"No, I want five more," he says with a sneer but his pink-dusted cheeks and dazed eyes are very telling.

[rottenpumpkin13]

Zack, in the middle of a mission where things are going south fast, and enemy fire is heavy and it really looks like they are losing: “Looks like we need to pull out our big guns!” Zack turns to Kunsel, who looks nervous but also hesitantly accepting of his fate.

“Do we have to? We haven’t tried-”

Zack grabs him by the collar, pulling his helmet off like the pin of a grenade and yeets him in the direction of the enemy forces.

Kunsel’s helmet falls from his head, and it’s like one of those sexy girl reveals in the movies where time seems to slow down, with the hair elegantly cascading down from the helmet in a artistically tussled flow that you just know smells like daises and roses to the other characters on set, and everything has that shimmery, slightly blurry at the edges effect while in reality Kunsel is screaming for his life, trips, stumbles pinwheels his arms and somehow manages to stay on his feet meters away from the enemy troops with a wide eyed, bewildered expression.

Enemy fire instantly halts. They stare at Kunsel. Kunsel stares back. He will kill Zack if this doesn’t work. He will probably kill Zack anyway. “Hi?”

Unnamed nemy soldier in the back: “oh no, he’s hot!”

*based off of my HC that Kunsel keeps his helmet on because he is actually insanely attractive and fit and is very uncomfortable with the attention that gains him in soldier, and worried that PR department will hunt him down if they knew among other things*

Kunsel takes his helmet off once and the following happens:

• Angeal bars him at the entrance, doesn't recognize him, and then goes "YOU HAVE A FACE?" when Kunsel shows him his ID.

• Sephiroth walks by him in the hallway, cranes his neck so hard he runs into a glass door.

• Genesis tries to flirt/ introduce himself/ welcome him to SOLDIER.

• Kunsel puts his helmet back on before he can reach Zack.

Zack: Come on man, I promise I won't be weird about it. Just show me!

Kunsel: Fine. *he takes his helmet off* It's really not that big of a—WHERE DID YOUR CLOTHES GO?

[kyokutsu-sama]

Happy birthday Nemi!

Sanemi x reader| fluff birthday fic

A/n- Since today is my husband's birthday, I wrote something cute for him❤️🎂

Happy birthday Sanemi Shinazugawa. I love you🤍🖤

Tw: little suggestive at the end

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Today would be Sanemi's birthday. He personally didn't want to have a big party, but you couldn't let that date go by unnoticed. whether he liked it or not. So you made him an offer to go out with him and have dinner somewhere. Just the two of you. He rolled his eyes but ended up accepting. Besides, he wouldn't turn down an invitation from you because he loved you.

"You're really stubborn, huh?"He said after sitting at the table with you

"I learned from you! You winked, giving him a playful smile." Baby, come on, today is your birthday. Do you really think I would forget that day? Master Ubuyashiki even made a point of giving you a day off. You should take advantage of it since it's not every day that you have a free night, you spend a lot of nights at work and during the day you just train and don't do much about it. Just try to relax for now, okay?" You grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly and he sighed heavily

You were right and he couldn't hide it. His job wasn't like other people's. He couldn't take vacations whenever he wanted or days off, he couldn't pretend that everything was fine. It was serious and dangerous, you could lose your life for a second of distraction. He was quite competent but he also had to let go of that posture from time to time to avoid going crazy even more.

"Yeah, you're right. Let's just relax then." He said

And so it was, you ordered a lot of food and drinks. You knew that Sanemi wasn't much of a drinker, but seeing him drink made you challenge him. Besides, the night was just beginning and you still wanted him to have a little more fun.

"Hey Nemi?" You called while he was arranging the bowls

"What?"

"Do you think you can drink a little more or have you already reached your limit with only two glasses?" You smiled, teasingly

He stopped what he was doing when it starting sounding like a challenge. Sanemi was a man driven by challenge and by taking risks, whenever you challenged or tease him he felt the need to teach you a lesson. It was then that your boyfriend looked up from the empty bowls to meet your eyes, with a smirk. Oh you were crossing the boundaries of this man's patience, playing dangerous games like this one with him.

"Are you trying to tease me, brat?" He narrowed his eyes

"Me? I was just wondering what your limit would be."

"My limit? Girl, you should know by now that your man has no limits."

"Well, in that case, why don't we go to the bar down the street?"

"If you insist, I'm in. And then don't say I didn't warn you, you stubborn idiot." He said, getting up from the table and you followed right behind

You entered the establishment and there were a lot of people there having fun too. You followed him to the counter and then you started choosing what to drink.

You then decided to order a bottle of sake to share between the two of you. You looked at him, still with the challenging smile that was starting to make him uspet. You could tell just by the veins bulging in his neck and also on his face, that meant your provocations were having an effect on him and that was a point for you.

"I'll make sure to wipe that stupid smile off your face when I prove to you that I can handle this bottle and a few more." He said before bringing the glass to his lips and drinking straight away

"We'll see then, sweetheart." You said, drinking after him

Result: You both got drunk, however, you seemed more sober than him since he was the one who supported you all the way home and after he also almost got into a fight because of some idiot who was looking at you too much. For a stubborn man like him who said he wouldn't get drunk, he wasn't sober at all. And it all started after the second bottle. Not after all the others he said he could handle.

"Nemi, why did you have to punch him like that? That man almost die. You'rea beast!" You said as you staggered holding him on the way home

"He was looking at you and you're my girlfriend and I don't like it when other fuckers look at what's mine, do you got it now?" He grumbled, looking at you and you just shook your head

"You're always so jealous, man." You giggled and he frowned

"You don't usually complain about this, what is it now? You don't like it?"

"Forget it. Our house is right there." You pointed out

"Finally!"

You entered the house with him and closed the door, placing your boyfriend on the couch in the living room. He gave a long sigh as his body fell into the comfort of the couch. This man only needed two things at that moment, the comfort of home and a hug from you.

"Stay here for a while, I just need to go to get some--" You were about to finish the sentence but he pulled you onto his lap, making you hold onto his shoulders to balance yourself

"Don't you dare, stay still here for a moment and shut up. I just need your hug for a fucking minute, okay?" He said in a deep, husky voice. You felt a shiver run through you, the drink really did things to him.

"Does drinking leave you wanting cuddles and attention? What a needy boy you are." You smile, arranging the bangs that fell in his face.

"Yes, that does." He said placing his head in the crook of your neck and kissing all over that corner. "And I need you to stay here with me. I love having you in my arms. Just for me." He whispered

"Oh yeah? Alright then, I'll stay here with you until you fall asleep then." Your fingers caressed the white strands of his hair as he hugged you tightly, making sure you weren't going anywhere.

"You were my best gift today, you know?" He confessed, moving his face away from your neck and looking at you and you smiled at you

"Thank you. I just wanted you to have a good day and have fun."

"You really did, brat."

"When are you going to stop calling me that?"

"When you stop acting like one and when you stop being a stubborn ass." He said, slapping your ass and you whimpered, caressing that area

"Babe, don't be mean, you idiot." You pinched his cheek and he gave a little smile.

"You're the idiot here. MY idiot, by the way." He placed his head on your chest and rested it there

You just laughed at him for the way he was acting at that moment, after all it wasn't just you who was a brat, he also seemed to be acting like one but you didn't say anything. Taking the opportunity to point this out later when he was sober.

Oh yeah, because you were going to tell him how needy he seemed when he was drinking. His arms wouldn't let go of you for a minute and his lips wouldn't stop spreading kisses all over you. He wasn't usually so clingy when sober but when he drank a little too much, he would reveal that side of himself and it was cute, very cute considering he was always rough and tough. After all, even the Wind Hashira had a soft side. A soft side that he only showed to you. His pretty girlfriend.

"I love you Nemi." You placed small kisses on the top of his head and then cupped his cheeks with your hands. "Happy birthday, baby!"You kissed his lips and his hands grabbed your waist

"I love you so much too." He confessed kissing you and pulling you for a tight hug."But you know? I think we can still enjoy a few more hours until dawn." He whispered close to your lips, giving a suggestive look that you already knew well

"Well, today is your day, so I will not oppose my love's wishes." You said, winking at him

"Good."

[mamayan]

this event is so exciting!! Can I request 12,24,66, and 45 with Sanemi Shinazugawa?? Tyy

Bang! … No bullet was shot—

Sanemi Shinazugawa

“I told you to sit on my face, not hover baby.” || Carnivore || Hot stove || Bully

tw: NSFW • Implied Bullying • College AU • Oral (F) • Dubcon (sorta) • Blackmail • Fem! Reader

wc: 796

“We’re on campus, please ‘Nemi, stop—,” your plea goes ignored as the bulky white haired male drags you into an empty classroom, flailing useless against muscles trained through years of kendo.

“You still callin’ me that dumb fuckin’ nickname?” He acts irritated, but he’s more focused on your exposed thighs as he licks his lips.

“If ya didn’t want this, why’re ya not wearin’ panties nerd?” He hums, burning amethyst gaze searing you with its intensity. You gasp when he doesn’t hesitate to grab your bare ass beneath your skirt and press you up against him, his smirk smug as he grinds his erection against you. “I told you! Someone spilled their drink on me, this skirt is borrowed… W-wait—!” He rolls his eyes as you protest, spreading your cheeks apart and sticking his thigh between your own so you couldn’t close them again. The material of his pants rubbing against your sex caused a moan to escape, the noise going straight to his cock as he chuckles and forces your hips to hump his muscular thigh while he teases you.

“So ya say nerd, but I think ya wanted this didn’t ya baby? Flashin’ me in the math hall like that,” you hadn’t meant to, truly, it was because he’d knocked the books from your arms while sneering at you. You’d rushed to prevent them from getting dirty, and he’d gotten a little peak of heaven between your thighs as you panicked.

Now here you were, the most popular boy on campus making you ride his thigh while you soak through the material.

He used to be sweet when you both were kids, a kind older brother figure that was always so responsible and mature. Now he was nothing more than a bully, and your eyes burned with tears as you tried to shove him back.

“I hate you, you—you asshole! You don’t even like me, why are you doing this?” The venom in your voice halts him, his fingers digging into the flesh of your rear almost painful as he levels you with a look you can’t quite decipher.

“Who the fuck said I didn’t like ya nerd?” He leans down, fierce expression demanding your full attention. “The only thing m’able to think about when you’re around is this pussy smotherin’ me. It’d drive any man crazy wouldn’t’ya say?” His words have you fumbling for something to say, anything that didn’t make you look more like a fool as you lose the ability to think.

He knows it too, smug look growing into a vicious smile.

“Ya like that nerd? The thought’a smotherin’ me with this pretty pussy?”

“Sanemi—t-this isn’t appropriate,” you’re grasping uselessly at excuses, still reeling from his brutally honest confession and the close proximity of his body to yours.

“That ain’t a no,” he grunts, and you aren’t given time to process it as he drops to his knees and trips you, gripping the back of your thigh with one strong arm, and dragging your cunt over his face. You fall forward, hands digging into his shoulders so you can find purchase as he uses his other hand to drag you down onto his face.

“Fuck this is hot, sit,” he growls, nipping your inner thigh and making you yelp. Your skirt is flipped over his head, obscuring your full view of his actions, but you can feel his breath on your core.

“No way, I’m heavy, let me go—ah!” You cry out when he lands a slap against your ass, hand coming out to move your skirt up so those dark purple eyes can glare up at you.

It’s a sinful sight and position, having him on his knees like this and so hungry for you.

“If you don’t fuckin’ sit this pretty cunt down, I’m tellin’ eveyone you changed ‘cuz ya pissed yourself.” You’re left flabbergasted, stuttering in your rage and embarrassment.

“I didn’t though—?! You’re an asshole!” You hiss, but he only chuckles, tugging you closer again.

“One that makes this hole drip apparently,” he goads, and it’s just enough to spark you into huffing and agreeing. You sink your fingers into surprisingly soft strands of white hair, sighing when he licks a stripe over your slit.

“I told’ya to sit on my face, not hover baby.” He slaps your ass again, and this time you do sit, completely until you wonder if this is even comfortable for his neck or shoulders, but when he opens his mouth and moans against you, it’s hard to care.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe, shivering as he tries to suffocate himself with your wet heat as he devours you, tongue hot and eager as he licks and sucks your clit.

A small part of you hopes his neck kills him tomorrow.

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