#sanemi fluff

[kitkat13001]

thinkin’ bout ₊˚⊹♡ husband!sanemi ♡₊˚⊹

♡ husband!sanemi who cried like a baby on your wedding day.

♡ husband!sanemi who holds your hand in the marketplace and lets you tug him along to go see whatever it is you want to see — a new rug, a vase, a little trinket you’ve got absolutely no space or use for.

♡ husband!sanemi who hogs the covers at night and cheekily insists you have to cuddle up close with him if you want to get underneath them to get warm. 

♡ husband!sanemi who lets you sleep in on your day off, wakes up early to do laundry and make breakfast and kiss you on the forehead when you finally wake up towards noon.

♡ husband!sanemi who sits next to you in pillar meetings, your pinkies linked on the wooden floor as the master speaks. 

♡ husband!sanemi who keeps watch while you rest on a mission, vigilant and alert. nothing’s going to hurt you, not on his watch—even if he has to stay up all night. 

♡ husband!sanemi who just grits his teeth and takes it while you beat his ass for being mean to genya, dragging him away by the ear as you berate him loud enough for the entire house to hear.

♡ husband!sanemi who doesn’t hold back on you in pillar training, knowing you can take it. he just wants to make sure you’re at your best. he can’t have you slacking off in the field, y’know?

♡ husband!sanemi who patches you up quietly by the fire at night after he’s beat your ass in training all day. his touch is gentle now, fingers ghosting over your bruises and wrapping bandages around your cuts. if it’s really bad, he’ll kiss you better. 

♡ husband!sanemi who fights to get you on missions together so he can look out for you, but if he can’t, will kiss you good luck and tell you he loves you before you leave. 

♡ husband!sanemi who waits at the door for you to come back, keeping dinner warm on the stove, and sprints across the lawn when he sees the outline of your form coming up the hill to the wind estate. 

♡ husband!sanemi who keeps the letters you write him while you’re away in a box in the closet, and reads them when he misses you (he’ll die before admitting this much). 

♡ husband!sanemi who, with your help, finally manages to begin mending his relationship with his younger brother. who stops, arms full of food, in the doorway when he sees you and genya sitting at the table together during dinner, laughing and eating. who is overwhelmed by the love he has for his little family, and who would fight with everything he has to protect it. 

divider by @/saradika-graphics — sacchan….my sacchan….please. i am so very soft for him. anyways, i’ve been sitting on these for a while and decided to lock in and finish it. hope you like! love, - 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢

[ponderingmoonlight]

jealousy jealousy... x Sanemi

“Hey, you’re not sneaking off without saying anything to me, are you?”

You turn to find Uzui Tengen standing there, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. His towering frame and flamboyant outfit somehow seem even more striking in the dim light of the room.

“Good evening, Lord Tengen,” you reply, offering a polite nod.

He waves off the formal title with an exaggerated motion.

“Ah, drop the ‘Lord’ already. I’ve told you, it makes me sound old. Just Tengen-sama will do.”

You give a small, respectful smile.

“Old? I wouldn’t say that.”

His smirk deepens.

“Careful, or I’ll start thinking you’re calling me handsome again.”

“I didn’t call you that,” you reply evenly, though there’s a lightness in your tone that makes his grin grow wider.

“Well, not yet, but the day’s still young,” he quips, leaning slightly closer.

“I mean, let’s be honest, don’t I brighten up the place just a little?”

“You do have a presence,” you admit tactfully.

“See? That’s why I like talking to you. Always so honest.”

His tone is teasing, but there’s a glint in his eyes that shows he’s definitely enjoying himself with all pairs of eyes set on both of you. No wonder, given the fact that Uzui Tengen straight up flirts with the strongest female hashira in the room.  

“You’re not like the others who just brush me off. It’s refreshing.”

You glance at him, unbothered but feeling the heat of his gaze. He’s not playing and you know it. If it was for Tengen, you’d be his fourth wife already.

You’ve got your eyes set on someone else, though.

“I’m just being polite, Tengen.”

“Polite, huh?”

He chuckles, crossing his arms and tilting his head.

“Well, polite or not, you’ve got my attention.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you say with a small bow.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me for a moment, I need to take care of something.”

Tengen steps aside, dramatically gesturing for you to go.

“Don’t be gone too long. I’ll be here, waiting for your polite company.”

You shake your head lightly, hiding the faintest smile as you leave. It’s hard to tell if he’s always this persistent or if it’s just you, but at least he keeps things… interesting.

“What the hell was that, you clown?” Sanemi stands as soon as you leave the room, arms crossed, scowl firmly in place.

His eyes flick toward the door you just exited through before fixing back on Tengen. Who does this guy think he is? Straight up flirting with you like that. You, the only woman on earth he himself actually admires.

Tengen raises a brow, feigning innocence.

“What was what, exactly?”

Sanemi’s glare intensifies, hands now balled into tight fists.

“Don’t play dumb. Flirting with her like that. You think you’re being clever?”

The sound of muffled laughter breaks the tension. Rengoku is the first to speak, his voice loud and cheerful as ever.

“Ah, so that’s what this is about! Shinazugawa’s looking a little green. Isn’t jealousy unbecoming for a Hashira?”

“Jealous?!”

Sanemi’s face flushes, a mix of indignation and embarrassment. What the hell is that guy talking about? Him, jealous?

“Like hell I am!”

Tengen’s smirk widens, clearly enjoying this far too much.

“Oh, now it makes sense. You’ve got a soft spot for her, don’t you?”

“Shut it. You’re always sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong”, Sanemi growls, his knuckles tightening.

“I don’t know, Shinazugawa, you didn’t exactly claim her,” Tengen replies smoothly, leaning forward slightly.

“And she didn’t seem to mind the attention. Polite as ever. Maybe she prefers my company.”

“That’s enough,” Giyuu chimes in from the side, his tone calm but clearly suppressing a faint smile.

“You’re just provoking him now.”

Mitsuri, sitting nearby, clasps her hands together, her face lightens up in sheer excitement.

“It’s kind of sweet, though, isn’t it? I mean, Sanemi getting all worked up… it’s almost cute!”

Sanemi’s glare shifts to Mitsuri, his face burning red.

“I’m not worked up! And it’s not cute!”

The room erupts into scattered laughter, with even Rengoku clapping his hands together, declaring something about “young hearts.” Sanemi, clearly at his limit, looks ready to explode, but before he can bark another retort, the door slides open, and you step back inside.

The room falls quiet for a split second before Mitsuri quickly calls out.

“Oh! (Y/N), you’re back!”

Her voice is far too cheerful, like she’s trying to cover something up.

You glance around, sensing the tension in the room. Sanemi looks away sharply, his face still tinged with redness, while Tengen just flashes you an overly friendly grin.

“Did I… miss something?” you ask cautiously.

Tengen waves a hand, his tone light.

“Nothing important. Just Shinazugawa being his usual charming self.”

Sanemi shoots him a glare but says nothing, instead turning his attention to the far wall. The others exchange amused glances, but no one offers you a straight answer.

You decide not to press further, though the awkwardness in the air is almost palpable. Instead, you take your seat, pretending not to notice how Sanemi keeps sneaking glances at you out of the corner of his eye.

[ffsg0jo]

cw: nudity , suggestive 16+ , fluffy , fem/wife reader , mentions of insecurities/self-hatred , making out

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"you're so beautiful nemi," you whisper, lips pressing against the scars on his chest.

in normal circumstances, you would never have been given the chance to sit upon the wind hashira's bare torso this early in the morning.

you were both usually up and out by now, only having time to chastely kiss each other goodbye after running off to your daily training. and by the time you both stumbled back home and into bed, you were too exhausted to do anything.

but you reckon there was a silver lining to being out of commission and needing time to heal. it allowed you to have time to truly appreciate sanemi's beauty.

your husband had two strong hands planted on each side of your waist and eagerly rubbed up and down to just below your bare breasts and down the curves of your waist, resting on your hips.

occasionally, he'd stop just under your soft mounds, fingers teasing the underside and gently brushing over your sensitive nipples. he relished in the way you gasped against his skin, and your even breath stuttered.

your lips continued, following the path his scars had engraved onto his chest. your heart ached knowing the hardship and loss sanemi had faced. but his scars were proof that he was strong, that he was worthy of life.

emboldened by the surge of emotion running through you, you sit up and move your hands to gently hold your husband's face. he looks up at you in confusion, noticing the light shine in your eyes. his eyebrows furrow, and he opens his mouth to speak, but you interrupt.

"you're gorgeous, my dear husband," you say, the conviction in your words going straight to his heart, goosebumps starting to form on his skin.

he's never thought himself to be much to look at, and with the scars on his face and littering his body, even less so. but god, through your words, does he wear them with pride. he finds himself looking down at his scars, and a tiny part of him sees the beauty you speak of, buried between the layers of self-hatred and insecurities.

sanemi's speechless underneath you, and you barely have time to appreciate it before he's flipping you both and pressing his lips urgently against yours. he loves you so much he doesn't know what to do with it sometimes. it fills him to the very tips of his hair and then some, overflowing and enshrouding him.

you're still holding his face as he reaches up to hold your jaw, angling you to push his tongue deeper into your mouth. his bare chest presses against yours, and you can feel the roughened skin of his scars deliciously stimulating your hardening nipples. your moans are licked up and swallowed by your husband; he devours every single little noise like it's his last meal.

sanemi slightly pulls apart, spit-soaked lips still resting on yours. you're trying to catch your breath underneath him, and he can't help but groan at the sight of your lust-filled eyes and desire written all over your face.

"not as beautiful as you, my little tempest."

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[who-can-touch-my-boob]

<- Sanemi simp posts masterlist

Sanemi was never meant to have a son,

Imagine Sanemi wanting a baby boy so badly (not that he doesn’t love his girls) that he keeps putting babies in his s/o (consensual) until they get a boy.

However, fate had other plans,

So Sanemi Shinazugawa in the end had to give up and accept that he was destined to be a girl dad. Sanemi never had a son, but he didn’t mind because he had ten beautiful little girls who were all perfect mixtures of him and the love of his life. The only problem was that his daughters had him twisted around their little fingers.

Had it not been for him being born with white hair, he’s sure he would’ve gone grey before thirty. And his s/o who didn’t truly mind filling their home with a bunch of children or carry precious cargo had to admit it was nice to not be pregnant for once.

Sanemi who had been a fierce, cold, ruthless and violent warrior and man had suddenly been thrown into a whole new life that almost made him miss fighting demons;

Tea parties, dress ups, listening to his precious little girls talk about boys (with protruding veins on his forehead and gritting teeth), breaking up sibling fights which earned him new scars despite being retired.

But also,

Being the shoulder his girls cry on, cuddling for comfort, being told he’s the most handsome man and no other boy can measure up to their strong daddy, watching them grow up.

And once every single one of his ten daughters had become adults and starting families of their own, he and his s/o, who were still just as in love after all those years got to welcome their grandchildren.

Sanemi never had a son, but he didn’t mind at all — because what mattered for him was that his s/o and daughters were all healthy and happy. Even after telling himself all of this and truly believing it, he couldn’t help the excitement when he learned his first grandchild was a boy and that his daughter named him after Genya.

[xxsabitoxx]

Hard to Get | Dad Sanemi

One thing about babies is the fact that they are either very snuggly or they want nothing to do with you. That was something Sanemi learned the hard way, as his little daughter began her rebellious phase and no longer wanted her daddy’s cuddles.

“You’re a little brat.”

He crossed his arms, trying to look upset with her but the grin on her face was melting his heart. She was clever, she knew she was cute, and she knew damn well her daddy was a sucker for her. “She takes after you, Nemi.”

You grinned at him, watching your baby happily toddle towards you with open arms. “Yeah? Bull! I don’t play hard to get.” His cheeks puffed, pouting sadly as he watched your little girl snuggled into your embrace.

“You? Don’t play hard to get? Sure, Sanemi.” You scooped her up, rocking her like she was tiny again just to hear her little giggles. “I don’t play hard to get, you’re crazy!” Sanemi was standing his ground, which wasn’t surprising. You only rolled your eyes in response, kissing your daughter's head before setting her down.

"Our daughter is a carbon copy of you, my love." You nearly sang it, laughing softly as she toddled toward Sanemi's open arms before quickly bouncing out of his reach again.

"You little-" Sanemi's face had morphed into one of amusement as he moved from a sitting position to a crouch. Your daughter's giggles turned to tiny shrieks of laughter as her father crept towards her.

You watched as your husband slowly chased your little girl, her tiny little legs carrying her as fast as she could write into your open embrace. "I can't save both of us from daddy." You're laughing with her now, scooting backward as Sanemi dramatically stalks towards the two of you. "I'll give you a five-second head start."

Taking the bait, you scooped your little girl up and bounded from the living room. It wasn't rare for you to play "chase", the two of you finding your little girl's laughter to be worth it every time.

You bounded off the engawa and into your lush backyard as Sanemi finished counting and followed after the two of you. You both probably looked crazy to anyone who would be passing, but your little girl's happy shrieks of laughter would get the point across.

"Gotcha!" Sanemi grinned triumphantly after a few minutes of chasing you, arms wrapping around your waist and falling to the grass dramatically. You were panting, melting into his chest as your little girl sat up on your stomach.

"Gain! ah-gain!" she babbles, the smile on her face making her little cheeks look even squishier as she stares down at her tired parents. "Again?" Sanemi sighed, one hand raising to block out the sun as he looked at her. He could feel you laughing, the back of your head bouncing slightly where it lay on his chest.

"You heard her, Nemi."

[lyrefromthesea]

Could I ask for the hashira reaction waking up from anesthesia after needing surgery from a mission? I had seen a video of a guy still dizzy and goofy from the anesthesia after surgery... Like, the guy did not recognize his wife and said, when she touch him, that his wife would get mad seeing a pretty girl touching his chest, he was shocked and flirty after she said SHE was his wife.

Male Hashira x reader - anasthesia

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: none

Tengen:

when the nurse told you to bring your husband home as soon as possible, you were skeptical. what if he was hurt? did they hope he would be at home when he collapsed so the hospital could say it wasn't their fault?

you scoffed, not leaving until the nurse told you what was going on. you didn't expect to hear that your husband had been tormenting everyone entering his assigned room.

"some sunny day!~" his voice was ringing through the hallway, forcing you to quickly enter and close the door. it would be embarrassing to disturb the other patients, especially when the reason was a singing husband.

"Tengen, tone it down please!" you scolded him, but the man only looked at you with lazy eyes. hoping that he still followed your words, you looked at him with a glimmer of relaxation in your eyes.

only to hear him start again.

"we'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when."

you couldn't decide whether the feeling of embarrassment or the charm he possessed in this weird situation took over your mind, but it certainly got your face heating up.

Obanai:

"what.. are you sure..?" the way his heterochromic eyes stared at you in confusion and adoration made you chuckle. he was completely out of it after waking up.

"yes, i'm sure. you're my boyfriend, remember?" he could only stare in utter disbelief, his eyes wandering over your body and then back to your face.

after a minute of silence, he let his head plop against the pillow, closing his eyes and letting out a deep sigh.

"and you're sure this is not a dream..?" he assured himself, opening his eyes to give you a testing glance. when you chuckled and nodded in response, he looked at the ceiling.

"this is the best day of my life.." he mumbled, his eyes falling shut. you laughed into the silence, hearing the man quietly snore.

he was awake a moment later, looking even more confused than before.

"[name].. are you laughing at me..?"

you spend the next five minutes explaining the situation to him. and he fell asleep right after.

Rengoku:

now how did this happen?

you couldn't move closer to your husband without worrying that he drops dead. he looked tired, not in the state to realize what was happening around him, nor could he answer.

yet he still managed to realize your exact location and showed a nonverbal response to it. everytime you came closer his heartbeat would pick up.

it basically skyrocketed when you touched his arm, the machine next to his bed sending out high sounds to signal raising heartbeat.

when you went to find a doctor, telling him exactly what happened, you were met with a laughing face.

"don't worry about it, your husband must be quite excited to see you."

you were dumbfounded by the doctors words. of course the thought of Rengoku growing flustered was cute, but not like this! you couldn't step closer without risking his heartbeat increase tenfold.

the whole story made him feel embarrassed whenever he heard it again.

Sanemi:

"have you ever thought of getting.. babies?" you spit out your drink, looking at him with shock, confusion and embarrassment.

did he really just say that?

"Sanemi, you can't be serious. I'm not able to-" you were quickly interrupted by a hand on yours. he had slid his scarred fingers over, gently placing them on your hands.

"i know, i know.."

thinking he had let go of the topic, you slowly avert your gaze. sitting next to his be had been proven quite difficult. who thought a gentle Sanemi was almost more exhausting than a normal Sanemi? just almost.

"what about adopting little rascals?" he checked, as if not birthing the children yourself made it any better. there were obvious reasons why you wouldn't get a child.

"what is it with you today?"

"..'m sorry, but ya would look so good carrying a small one around." the thought made your face warm up, closing your book and placing it on the nightstand.

"you should try getting some sleep now." you told him, watching the man groan, but close his eyes. it didn't take him long to fall asleep, softly snoring beside you.

that was just the medicine speaking out of him, he will have forgotten everything once he's awake again. right?

Giyuu:

"so pretty.." Giyuu said, hand still attached to your arm. when you entered the room earlier, he had immediately grabbed it and not let go since.

"love.." he mumbled, a curious hum left your lips. he was behaving different than before, but you wanted to make sure he wouldn't do anything dangerous.

besides, you found his more open side to be quite cute. he was a good lover, but often found himself having problems with wording his feelings. and after he woke up, all of it slipped out, leaving his lips like a river.

"you're so pretty, so smart.." he uttered, taking in a deep breath, "so breathtaking."

your cheeks were starting to heat up, not used to the many compliments you were receiving. "you think so?"

"absolutely, you consume my every thought.."

who knew Giyuu could be such a charmer? you would certainly tease him about it once he was back to normal.

Gyomei:

"Gyomei, I'm coming in.."

your voice was soft, slowly opening the door to his room and stepping inside. he didn't react, not even when you closed the door again, making your way to his bed.

you have never seen the gentle giant quite like this. sure, he was always a kind soul, but there was something more peaceful about him. the turn of his head was slow, acknowledging your presence with a small nod.

"are you feeling okay, i heard they needed to use more than usual.." you worried, he was bigger and taller than most, of course the treatment would be different for him. placing your hand on his cheeky you gently rubbed your thumb against his skin, watching the man close his eyes and lean into your touch.

he looked tired, exhaustion written over his features. with a small hum, you pulled back. "you should rest some more, the doctors said that you need a lot of sleep."

his hand moved to cradle your fingers into his palm, letting himself relax into his bed again. you understood, he wanted you to stay by his side, even while sleeping.

letting your hands stay in his hold, you made yourself comfortable on the chair next to him. this would be a long night, but it would all be worth it.

[sanemistar]

⋅˚₊‧ ᡣ𐭩 ‧₊˚ ⋅late night cuddles with sanemi after coming back from a long mission

sanemi came back home from quite a long mission fighting an upper moon with a pretty tense look on his face due to the fight being too exhausting, but his face relaxed immediately once he was greeted with the sight of you sleeping on the couch wearing one of his spare white haoris and being enveloped in it. you had waited for him to come back so you could welcome him back but you accidentally fell asleep in the process. the sight was very endearing to him.

something about knowing that there was someone waiting for him in his estate to come back after long, tiring missions made everything a little more bearable, it filled his heart with relief and it gave him all the more reason not to do anything reckless and come back to you safely.

he slowly approached to where you were sleeping and sat down on the very end of the couch, while being as quiet as possible in order not to disturb your peaceful sleep. he tucked a small strand of hair behind your ear as he placed a gentle kiss on top of your head.

sanemi was about to walk away when he suddenly felt himself being stopped by you gently grabbing his hand. he turned around to meet your half-open eyes as you softly greeted him for the first time in a while.

"welcome home, nemi." your sleepy voice rang like music in his ears. sanemi looked at you affectionately as he tightly embraced you in his arms, and you took your sweet time feeling his warmth and his scent that you missed dearly. you knew from the very beginning that being sanemi's lover would never be easy, every mission could be his last. but knowing that your boyfriend fights hard from dusk till dawn to protect you and everyone from demons filled your heart with pride and full desire to support him.

after lasting for quite some time in each other's embrace, sanemi broke the hug and carried you in his arms.

"now let's get ya to bed, love." he whispered as he headed to your shared bedroom. he gently placed you on the bed and laid beside you, affectionately cuddling you both to sleep.

[pipi-un-kaki-in-pipi-land]

demon slayer hcs: the hashiras reacting to your confession

wc: 830>

second post of the day? sí

Mitsuri 

you'd do it after eating at her favourite restaurant 

her eyes would definitely widen in shock as she wasn't expecting this at all, especially from you 

before she could respond, you tell her how she's the most beautiful and gorgeous woman you've ever laid your eyes upon 

i feel like she'd giggle and squeal and give you a ton of thank yous 

you'd leave her in a hot blush as she happily accepts your confession and tells her how she feels too  

the both of you go home, hand in hand 

Muichiro 

would happen while the both of you are strolling through the woods

"huh?" is the most he'd say 

hes never got a thing for love, but he had cherished the relationship he's had with you for a long time

he may come off as sarcastic saying like "what am i supposed to say??" but genuinely he does NOT know what to say 

you didn't know how to reply to him but you told him its up to how he feels 

his clueless ass is just gonna say "sure" 

after that he'll try to awkwardly hold your hand as he walks faster, trying to hide his sudden blush 

Kyojuro

will happen while the both of you are eating alone together

he was just about to put a spoonful of food in his mouth when he halted at those sudden words

he'd probably say "is that so, y/n?" 

he'll just randomly start smiling and laughing

he'll tell you that he was surprised that you had feelings for a man like him 

hes not a man of love but i guess he'll make an exception for you 

"well if that's your choice... i guess i'll happily be yours!" he smiled warmly, rubbing his hand on yours 

the rest of the evening was filled with happy chatter

Sanemi 

you were having a friendly duel with him when you managed to pin him down 

oh god he looked so good when you were on top of him 

when you finally said it, he looked at you in confusion at first but suddenly reversed his positions with yours

next thing you know, he was on top of you 

"say what?" he sneered, a grin forming at the corners of his lips 

"i-i like you," your hands quivered as you were scared that he wouldn't take it seriously 

then suddenly he just pressed his lips on yours as he locked his hands with yours, leaving you in shock

i don't need to explain what the both of you did afterwards 

god damn bro this guy is so down bad for you 

Shinobu 

you were watching her experimenting on stuff when it just came out 

"what?" she looked at you innocently, stopping whatever she was doing

you dropped your head down in embarrassment but she knew you were blushing real hard

she tilted your jaw so it faced hers and inched close to your lips 

"is that so?" she muttered under her breath but you could hear it as clear as day 

before you knew it, she placed a kiss on your lips before letting go and whispering into your ear "i wanna be yours too, darling," 

the butterflies in your stomach suddenly disappeared as you knew you had the real butterfly to yourself now 

Iguro 

the both of you were walking when you felt that it was the perfect moment to express your feelings for him 

he looked at you for a split second before turning back, his expression still constant

"y/n, i don't know how to feel about this," 

just like muichiro, he was inexperienced at feeling emotions, let alone love

you assured him that it was alright if he didn't return the feelings, but you just wanted to let him know that you appreciated him more than anyone else did 

those words managed to slither to the depths of his heart as he locked eye contact with you 

he slowly held your hand as he placed a clothed kiss on it 

you returned the touch by caressing the scars through his mask with your fingers, telling him how gorgeous he was 

"thank you y/n. i-" his breath hitched halfway. "i like you too," 

that was all you needed to hear as the both of you spent the rest of the night together 

Giyu 

he was walking you back to the dorm when you suddenly leaned into his ear and said it 

his eyes widened ever so slightly as he rubbed his ear to make sure he heard that correctly 

"i see," this man can't express himself LMFAOOO 

"well, you're quite- ahem- attractive too," he tried to muster up whatever words he could say before turning red

you took that as a yes as you dived in for a kiss on his cheek but you were suddenly stopped as his hands gently held your jaw 

"i deserve it," he said before leaning in to kiss you himself 

he definitely went in your dorm with you

[xxaraaq]

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

Synopsis | During a training session, The slayers accidentally meet Sanemi's wife and child

wc | 0.5k

cw | none

Sanemi x black! Reader

A/N | The idea just came to me and I wanted to write it down, so I did. I hope you enjoy!

The shock everyone faced at the sight of you was priceless. If you were a stranger passing by, you would think they had seen a ghost pop out from the shadows from the way their faces contorted from exhaustion to pure shock.

It was midday, the harsh sun beaming down on everyone as they lunged at Sanemi in futile attempts to even graze him. It was impossible of course; but they didn’t have a choice, so they practically threw themselves at him, only to be knocked back like they were nothing more than troublesome flies.

Sanemi was the first one to hear your son's footsteps. He freezes, turning to face the loud stomps of your two year old. He runs to his father, tripping over his feet and stumbling to the ground and getting back up as if nothing happened. Not a second later he hears your labored breaths as you try to catch up.

His eyes soften the slightest bit as he walks towards the two of you. He doesn't waste a second before scooping Genji up and walking over to you. He hears the hushed whispers of the trainees behind him, disregarding it as he closes the distance.

“I’m sorry, I was in the middle of stitching up my kimonos and he just took off.” You start, hand coming over to rub your swole belly. “I couldn’t catch him in time, I promise I didn’t mean to interrupt your training session.” You huff, out of breath. 

He smiles, amused as you look worriedly. “They’re staring at me like I’m a witch.” You whisper, shrinking under their curious gaze. “Them? They’re not important, ignore the little shits.” He says, keeping your sons wandering hands from tugging at his hair.

“Well,” You smile, hand pressing affectionately against his chest. “I think it’s time for them to take a break. They all look dehydrated and it’s a good time to eat lunch.” You say, taking your

son in your arms as he babbles about nothing.

Sanemi sighs, thinking carefully about your words. He doesn’t want to let them go early, they’ve been pissing him off more than usual today; but he did want to spend time with his family. He groans deeply, turning back to the trainees with an unamused look adorning his face. “Get out of my sight, and make sure you thank my wife; she’s the reason you get an early lunch.” 

They scurry off almost immediately, shouting words of thanks and gratitude as they sprint out of the wind hashiras sight. “Now, where were we?” he asks, pulling the bow holding your braid together out of Genji’s mouth. “I was saying sorry for being so pregnant that I can’t keep up with our two year old.” You laugh, walking over to a rock to sit down.

The thought of the corps soon finding out about him having a wife and soon to be two kids lingers in the back of his mind. All that matters is this private little moment. 

All that matters is his family.

-Nene

[kitkat13001]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎

>> sanemi shinazugawa x pillar!reader

“i’m home!” you yell into the empty foyer. there’s no response, but if the smell of mongolian beef and noodles is any indication, sanemi’s in the kitchen where you know he can hear you. 

“sanemi!” you sing out, waltzing into the kitchen. you stop short, seeing dinner on the stove but no sanemi in sight. 

“sane—oof!”

you cry out when you're swept off your feet, strong arms encircling you from behind. 

“gotta stay sharp, angel-face,” a gruff voice murmurs lowly into your ear and you beam. “you’re lookin’ a little rusty.”

“sacchan!” you cry joyfully, squirming in his grip as he nips at your neck and jaw. 

“welcome home, brat,” he whispers against your skin as he presses a quick kiss to your cheek. 

you manage to turn in his grip to free your hands and cup his face with them. 

his face returns to its usual scowl despite the tinge of softness still in his eyes. 

your face lights up with a shit-eating grin and his scowl deepens at your expression. 

“sacchan, didja miss me?” you ask gleefully, eyes pleading and grinning wider. “tell me you missed me!”

he huffs a great, exasperated sigh like you’re such a pain and grouches, “i guess ‘s not the same here when you’re gone. house is too quiet without you breakin’ shit.”

you frown and blow a raspberry at him. “potty mouth.”

sanemi just rolls his eyes, ducking his head to hide what you’re sure is a soft blush spreading across his face. 

“aww, you did miss me,” you coo, letting your head rest on top of his. “don’t worry, sacchan. i missed you too.”

[ponderingmoonlight]

Sanemi lashing out on his pregnant wife only to beg her for forgiveness later

Pairing: Sanemi x pregnant!reader

Word Count: 3,1k

Synopsis: Like every week, you find yourself on your way back from Shinobu's estate and your pregnancy check-up. Little did you know what horror awaits you at your own home with your husband almost killing two kids...

Warnings: Sanemi is mean in this one and I mean it, extreme hurt but also comfort in the end so don't worry, full Shinazugawa package regarding language and violence lol, not proofread because I have to leave now

Thank you sooo much for that cool request @itsmscoco and I'm sorry it took a while. I really hope you like what I came up with 🤍

You rub your minor belly. For a woman, a pregnancy should feel like a trip to heaven. After all, you are blessed with developing a child that is half you and half your husband. Oh, your beloved and surprisingly gentle husband who always makes sure that you get enough sleep, that you nutrition yourself properly. But even the wind hashira can’t do a single thing against your constant sickness and pain.

“Please try this out, (y/n). Don’t hesitate to come here again if you need something else. You really have an unfortunate pregnancy when it comes to nausea”, Shinobu comments gently while giving your belly a little massage.

“Don’t get me wrong, I am so excited about the honor of caring for a child in my own body. But honestly, I’m so glad when this pregnancy is over”, you huff while taking a deep breath in.

Please, don’t vomit all over the insect pillar who’s just trying to help. You’ve been here what feels like everyday since finding out you’re pregnant. Well, to be exact, Shinobu is the one who suggested that you might expect a child.

Because of your never-ending sickness.

“Oh, there’s nothing to get wrong at all! After all, your pregnancy is a rather difficult one. But I’m sure Shinazugawa is taking good care of you!”

“He definitely does. My husband is an angel”, you reply in an instant.

You can’t wait to go back home. Even though your sleep-drunken eyes won’t be able to stay open longer than maybe a few hours, even though you weren’t able to catch a proper glimpse at Sanemi’s part in the on-going hashira training until now, you can’t wait to go back home. Back into your estate, back into the arms of your beloved husband.

“Not quite the codename I’d use for him, but that’s just what love does, right? I will send a kakushi along with you. Otherwise, Shinazugawa might show up and threaten me”, Shinobu jokes while helping you to get up.

“Thank you for your help. Again.”

You pull the insect hashira into a deep hug. How lucky you should consider yourself for the opportunity to call Shinobu your friend, that Sanemi laid his eyes on you. Out of all the countless women around, the ones with faces like porcelain and bodies so well-formed you can’t hold a candle against every single one of them. But still, he chose you.

“Come on, (y/n). Why are you crying?”, Shinobo whispers into your ear while rubbing small circles onto your back.

“I’m just a little overwhelmed from everything I guess”, you mumble against her comforting shoulder.

Just a few months ago, you would have laughed at anyone who told you that your life would turn out like this. Of course, you’ve lost countless good friends and family members on the way and living with a suborn husband like Sanemi isn’t always easy. But somehow, the two of you always make it work.

Right?

-at the wind hashira estate-

“We are almost there. Are you feeling alright?”

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m just a little tired from walking, that’s all!”

Truth is, your feet hurt like hell. Shinobu reported about women who don’t even feel their baby until the second trimester. Why are your feet already swollen, your belly bloated, your guts constantly turning? And there’s still so much ahead.

“Looks like Shinazugawa-sama received a new bunch of trainees after the other corps members all landed in Kocho-sama’s hospital wing”, the kakushi next to you comments dryly.

“Was it really that bad?”

Of course you heard about the rather brutal training methods of your husband. After all, even the walls of his estate aren’t thick enough to stop every single scream from reaching your ears. But still…

“It was pretty bad. Some of the-“

Glass cracking. Screams from afar. Out of instinct, you pick up your pace until you dash towards your home, sweat now dripping from every pore. What happened? Is Sanemi alright? He wouldn’t leash out on one of his students like that. Something must have happened. A demon? No, it’s still daytime. But what is it?

“He’s back! He’s back! That cold-blooded man! Lie down and pretend that you’ve fainted!”, a blonde-haired boy screams while almost collapsing onto the floor.

“What are you talking about? What’s going on here?”, you press out.

Your lungs threaten to fail you, breath already tasting like pure iron.

Until your eyes find Genya.

Your guts twist and turn in every direction, almost force you to vomit all over the place. Genya shouldn’t be here. Out of all people, it shouldn’t be him. And who’s the boy next to him. That familiar scar, you’ve seen that boy before. Is it possible that…

“Kamado Tanjiro”, you breathe out.

Maybe that is even worse.

Your eyes dart around the area without an aim. Where’s Sanemi? Did he find them already? They need to leave before he finds out that they’re here, carry on with another hashira training.

“Please stop now!”, Tanjiro suddenly shouts while stretching out his arm in defence.

An uneasy feeling crawls up your spine, the dark claws of sickening foreshadowing. All you can do is standing death still right where you are and watch in sheer horror as your husband stomps out of your estate motion.

Is that your husband you love and adore, though? You know how untamed he can get especially when getting confronted with his painful past. It was never easy for him to see Genya join the demon slayer corps or realize that his mother could have been saved like Tanjiro’s sister.

But never in your entire life have you seen him like this. The empty shell of your husband, muscles tensed to the maximum and his empty orbs directed towards the two boys in front of him.

In this very moment, you’d trust him to actually kill them.

“What are you going to do? Are you planning to kill Genya?”, Tanjiro continues passionately.

Your glossy orbs are set on your husband. Would he really do something like that? What if you witness the father of your unborn child taking the life of two other human beings? Your heart can’t take it, knees threaten to fail you.

“Hell no, I’m not going to kill him. It would be easy enough to kill him, but since it’s against the rules and all…I’m going to ruin him beyond recovery!”

Until your blurry head finally makes a decision and allows your feet to run.

Straight towards the two boys.

Straight into the firing line.

Straight into the sight of your now maniac husband.

“You won’t do any of these things, you hear me?”, you jeer at him with your new-found courage.

“(y/n)”, Genya breathes behind you.

“How dare you to talk to innocent children like that, Sanemi?”

The man in front of you furrows his eyebrows, hands clenched into tight fists while taking a step towards you.

“Get lost. Right now”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

You swallow hard, all nerves now tingling in sheer horror. This is the first and last warning, without any doubt. The look on his stone-cold face tells you more than urgently that Sanemi isn’t playing, that he doesn’t want you here.

Maybe it’s best if you go back inside and pretend that nothing happened. He himself said that he won’t kill them, after all…

“I’m not leaving”, you bite back.

But that would mean leaving Genya alone. That would mean giving up all of your principles.

“Will you act out like this towards our child as well?”, you continue while growing bigger and bigger in front of the two boys.

He might be your husband, the love of your life. That doesn’t mean you’ll always have to do what he tells you, tough. Instinctively, you clench your hands into tight fists with your glossy eyes almost piercing through him. Enough is enough.

“If our child acts as dumb as you do, I sure as hell will!”

Oh.

Your heart drops to the floor when a nauseous wave of agony hits you with full force. Sanemi is and has always been a hot-headed man who never thought twice about the things he said. But never, not even once in your entire relationship he insulted you.

Until now.

“Is this really how you feel about me? We should support each other, you should listen to me as well as-“

“Spare me with that bullshit, (y/n)”, Sanemi spits at you.

“Get.out.of.the.way. Can’t you hear me?”

It’s like you stop living for a moment. All this time, you did your best to understand him and his grief. Everything Sanemi does comes with a logical reason behind it, even though it’s hard to see from time to time. But lashing out at you like that?

“Stop being so disrespectful to me right now. I am your wife-“

“Right now, you’re my problem”, he jeers back.

“And now get off my sight and let me finish this real quick-“

You don’t know what made you act the way you just did. Was it his cruel behaviour, the way his words cut through your heart like a thousand knives? Before your husband is even able to finish his sentence, your palm races towards his cheek with full force.

The world around you goes silent, frightful gazes glued onto you while you can’t stop your tears from falling anymore.

“Is this how you’re acting around your pregnant wife by now, how you’ll treat innocent children? If that’s the live you chose, I’m not a part of it anymore”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

Suddenly, the urge to get as far away from him as possible becomes unbearable. Your feet start sprinting towards the estate on your own, carry you into your now so empty-feeling bedroom.

And finally, you allow yourself to break down and cry.

Is this really the man you love, that you’d give your life for? Your shaky fingers caress your belly mindlessly.

You can’t stay here. Not when Sanemi showed you a completely different face today. Not when this place doesn’t feel like home anymore.

-a few hours later-

“Fuck!”, Sanemi cries out on top of his lungs while dashing towards Obanai over and over.

Why can’t he get your stupid words out of his mind? The way you stood there with tears in your eyes, how he was literally able to hear your heart crack when those damned words left his mouth. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, to drag you into the fuckery with his little brother and that Kamado boy.

But why did he say all those dumb things, then?

“You seem off, Shinazugawa”, Obanai comments dryly, hitting the wind hashira with full force again.

“I guess I fucked up”, Sanemi mumbles.

What if you won’t forgive him for today? Your last words haunt him since the moment you left him standing in the rain.

“I bet you can talk your way out of it-“

“Hell nah. I don’t think she wants to see me tonight.”

“Did you ask her, though?”

“Who the hell do you think you are anyway? You’re the one to talk, not able to confess your feelings to Mitsuri”, Sanemi barks at the man next to him.

“But yeah, maybe I should get going…”

Coming home never fuelled him with so much fright. What if you’re still angry at him, if you refuse to even talk to him? Or even worse, what if you’ll really leave him?

Sanemi’s guts turn in an instant, feet now picking up their pace with every step. He can’t lose you. Not you, the light of his life. Not when you are the only ray of sunshine in this rotting hell. What the hell did he do? The fact that he even raised his voice at you is unforgivable.

Finally, his fingers grab the door that leads to your shared bedroom, finally he’s able to make up for his mistakes of today-

His eyes widen in sheer horror.

You’re gone.

Right there where your head should rest, there’s absolutely nothing.

Panic starts rising up his chest, forces his heart down his throat.

Did you leave?

He yanks out of your shared room, eyes roaming around each and every corner of your estate. But you aren’t there. You aren’t here.

“My lady is at the love hashira’s estate.”

Sanemi darts up immediately, greeted by the oh so familiar voice of your personal crow.

“Is she fine, why did she-“

“With all due respect, I suggest you to control yourself before making any more insensitive comments to my lady-“

“Who the hell do you even think you are you-“

“Your earlier spoken words really troubled her and my lady certainly does not deserve that.”

Without another word, your crow disappears into the darkness of night again.

Sanemi swallows hard. Fuck, did he really hurt you that badly? He never wanted you to feel bad, never wanted to hurt you. Damn, he only wanted to show Genya and that Kamado boy their places. It shouldn’t have hit you. Out of all people, why did he have to hurt you?

“I need to tell her”, he mumbles under his breath before dashing towards the love hashira estate.

-at Mitsuri’s-

“I can’t believe Shinazugawa said something like this to you, (y/n)! You are super far away from being dumb, after all! Here, eat another pancake and stay as long as you want.”, Mitsuri babbles while handing you another plate.

Your dry eyes are barely able to stay open any longer. All the grief, explaining, fighting and crying did apparently really wear you out. Good for you Mitsuri’s estate is near by and you just know she’ll always open her arms for you.

“Thank you so much for taking me in, Kanroji. I really don’t deserve your kindness”, you sniffle.

“You have to be joking, (y/n)! It’s my duty as your friend to be there for you anytime you need me! And also, I-”

Three violent knocks on Mitsuri’s wooden door almost send you over the edge. It’s past after midnight, the time closer to the morning than evening. Who would knock on Mitsuri’s door this late at night?

“Do you think that’s a demon?”, you mutter in horror, both pairs of eyes set on the door.

“I don’t think so. Let’s see!”

Before you’re able to stop Mitsuri, she rips open the door.

And reveals no other than your husband.

“Sanemi”, you breathe out.

Tears start swelling up your eyes in an instant when a flood of memories crushes you all over again. Just a few hours ago, your husband made very clear that he doesn’t want to see you again anytime soon. How did he find out that you’re here?

“(y/n), can we…have a talk?”, he mumbles with icy voice.

“Do you want to leave me?”, you blurt out.

“What?”

Is that really how you feel, what you think of him? That he’ll turn his back on you after a fight? He did say all those nasty things to you, though.

“I think I’m going out and…cook!”, Mitsuri announces while sprinting out of the door, leaving you alone in the room with all that tension and him.

Him, the man you love more than anything else in this world. And also him, who broke your heart like he never did before.

“You have to be kidding me”, Sanemi mutters under his breath.

You turn away before you lose your composure completely.

“Why are you here, Sanemi?”

“Do you really think I’m here to dump you!? You, my pregnant wife!? You can’t be fucking serious about that!”

In the matter of seconds, you find yourself surrounded by his usual so comforting arms that now hurt like daggers against your skin.

“Please, let me go, I can’t do this ri-“

“(y/n), please.”

His suffocated voice forces your eyes to dart upwards.

Instantly, your heart drops to the floor.

Is this really your husband, crying against your shoulder while pressing your body against his?

“I’m sorry for all the shit I’ve said, I’m sorry for making you feel this way. I’d never leave you, not when I’m even lucky for calling you mine. I shouldn’t have dragged you into this, I just…I just can’t stand them…”

“Sanemi…”

“And I get that I don’t deserve you and that I’m a jerk for hurting you. I know you could’ve had every man you wanted-“

“Sanemi!”, you snap at him, holding onto his face tightly.

“But you’re the one I want”, you finally cry out.

“But your words hurt me. Is this really how you feel about me? Do you really think I’m a burden?”

“I was out of my fucking mind for saying that to you! You’re my blessing, my everything, the sunshine in this rotting hell. You’re…You’re my wife, right?”

That innocent look on his now tear-soaked face runs shivers down your spine, reminds you that even though he acted out today, this man is still the Sanemi Shinazugawa you fell in love with years ago.

“I am your wife”, you press out before a new wave of tears haunts you down.

“I’m so sorry, (y/n). So so sorry”, he mutters again and again while kissing every tear away that escapes your eyes.

“And I’ll never talk to you like that again, I promise.”

“Will you promise to not treat Tanjiro and Genya like that ever again too?”

Sanemi shifts his weight underneath you, his orbs growing hard again. Was this too much to ask for? No. Even though you love Sanemi’s rough side as well, he simply can’t do something like this again. Not when you’re his wife, not when you are expecting his first very own child.

“I will. But only if these jerks leave me alone”, he grumbles before giving you a passionate kiss.

“That might be manageable. I want to go home now…”

“No problem, I’ll carry you-“

“You really don’t have to carry me-“

“Oh, but I sure as hell will.”

“HAVE A GOOD NIGHT YOU TWO! AND DON’T ACT LIKE A JERK AGAIN, SHINAZUGAWA!”

“Did you have to tell her everything?”

“She’s my friend, Sanemi. Of course I had to.”

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[venny-the-chubbyblack-writer]

Title: jealous sanemi

During the Hashira Training Arc, the sun was beginning its descent, casting a warm, golden hue across the training grounds where Tanjiro and the other trainees were enduring the brutal intensity of Sanemi’s training. The Wind Hashira had no mercy, and each of his blows landed with a ferocity that made the trainees question their survival.

“Come on, is that all you’ve got?” Sanemi taunted, his voice dripping with disdain as he delivered another punishing strike to Tanjiro, who barely managed to block it.

Tanjiro gritted his teeth, determined not to falter. He knew Sanemi hated him, and he was ready to withstand whatever was thrown his way. But as the beating continued, the tension in the air grew thicker. The other trainees looked on in horror, wondering how long this could go on before something broke.

Just when it seemed Sanemi was about to go too far, the door to the house they shared creaked open, and (Y/N) stepped outside, her eyes narrowing slightly at the sight before her. She had seen this scene play out too many times to count.

“Sanemi,” she called out, her voice firm yet soft enough to capture his attention. Sanemi froze, his expression shifting from one of pure fury to something more controlled. He turned his head to look at her, his gaze softening ever so slightly.

“You need to go easy on Tanjiro and the others,” (Y/N) continued, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Sanemi’s jaw clenched, and he cast a final glare at Tanjiro before storming inside the house without a word, his heavy footsteps echoing through the wooden floors.

(Y/N) sighed, rolling her eyes with a small smile tugging at her lips. It was just another day in the life of being Sanemi’s wife. She knew better than anyone that his rough exterior was a constant, and though he was as gentle as could be with her, that softness didn’t extend to others.

As she carried a large plate of food towards the exhausted trainees, their faces lit up, and Tanjiro offered her a grateful smile despite his bruised body.

“Thank you so much, (Y/N)-san!” Tanjiro said as she set the plate down.

The other trainees quickly gathered around, their spirits lifted by the delicious aroma wafting from the food. They eagerly complimented (Y/N)’s cooking, their praises flowing easily.

“This is amazing!” one trainee exclaimed, taking a bite.

“How can someone as sweet as you be married to someone like Sanemi?” another teased, earning a chorus of laughter.

(Y/N) chuckled softly, shaking her head. “He’s like this all the time,” she replied with a knowing smile. “But don’t worry, he’s only nice around me.”

The trainees laughed again, feeling more at ease in (Y/N)’s presence. They clearly liked her much more than Sanemi, and Tanjiro couldn’t help but ask, “Why is he always so grumpy?”

(Y/N) just smiled and shrugged, but before she could respond, a loud noise interrupted the moment. Sanemi stormed back outside, his eyes blazing with jealousy as he saw the trainees gathered around (Y/N), enjoying her cooking and company.

Without a word, he marched over to (Y/N), scooped her up in his arms, and barked at the trainees, “Get back to training! Now!”

The trainees scattered like leaves in the wind, terrified of Sanemi’s wrath. Tanjiro watched with wide eyes as Sanemi carried (Y/N) back into the house, her arms wrapped around his neck as she tried not to drop the remaining food.

Once inside, Sanemi didn’t stop until he had (Y/N) pinned against the wall, his body pressed against hers as he leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. “You think I didn’t see the way they were looking at you?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

(Y/N) could feel her face heating up as his words grew more intense, each one whispered with a possessive edge that made her heart race. Sanemi’s rough hands gripped her waist, and he leaned even closer, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he murmured something so scandalous that her entire face turned crimson.

Sanemi pulled back just enough to look at her, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in her flustered expression. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and he reveled in it.

As (Y/N) tried to regain her composure, she turned to walk away, her mind racing. But before she could take more than a few steps, she felt a sharp smack on her backside. She gasped, her hands immediately flying to her bum as she turned to look at Sanemi, her face a bright shade of red.

Sanemi’s smirk widened as he watched her, clearly pleased with himself. “That’s for making me jealous,” he said, his tone smug.

(Y/N) could only stare at him, her heart pounding as she held her bum, still feeling the sting of his playful slap. She was flustered beyond belief, and Sanemi knew it. He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers as he leaned in once more, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. “Now, how about you make it up to me?”

(Y/N) bit her lip, unable to stop the blush that spread across her cheeks. Sanemi was impossible, and yet she wouldn’t have him any other way. With a shy nod, she allowed him to pull her closer, her heart fluttering as she realized just how deeply she had fallen for her grumpy, possessive husband.

I wish I could do kinktober 😕 unfortunately I’m not to good at writing smut but it’s ok I’ll stick with fluff angst and comfort 😌

[who-can-touch-my-boob]

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You’d heard rumours of the fearsome, violent and brute of a man called Sanemi Shinazugawa. The wind Hashira himself who’s said to be a force to be reckoned with and even made someone piss their pants.

The same man everyone in the Demon Slayer Corps avoided whenever possible because of his short temper and occasional death threats. The poor recruits barely able to walk or stay conscious after training with him, who felt the force of his wooden practise sword.

Well, that same man is right now looking at you with an incredulous expression, as if the request you asked of him is the most offensive, disgraceful and unheard thing ever spoken. Sanemi just stares at you, blinking furiously as he struggle to find his words (while he’s also wearing a pink apron, oven mittens and a tray of newly backed cupcakes fresh out of the oven).

“You want me to…what?!”

His cheeks flush pink, his eyes flickering around nervously and he carefully place the tray down on the kitchen counter, as if he’s buying himself time.

You can’t help but grin devilishly, already prepared for that reaction from him. Because despite what most people think or assume about Sanemi Shinazugawa…you were one of the few who’s blessed to witness his true self.

“I want you to smack my ass.”

You cross your arms over your chest, raising an amused eyebrow as you struggle to keep back the laugh threatening to break your matter-of-factly tone.

Sanemi’s whole face reddens further when you confirm what he thought you said but also didn’t want to believe. He shifts his weight from one foot to another, his gaze locked down at the floor. After a minute of silence, he glance up at you, his voice gentle and adorably sweet and uncertain:

“Now?”

Nodding in response to his stuttered question, you turn around, presenting him your rear end. Sanemi swallows hard, taking off his oven mittens methodically as he close the distance. Your ass is tempting and he could never resist touching it, but that’s it.

Not only does Sanemi believe it to be disrespectful to do such things, because he’s a firm believer in not objectifying people in that sense - not even his spouse. He also is afraid of his own strength, terrified to lose control or hurting those he love.

Yet here you are, your perky behind presented to him as you stand with a bend in your knees and Sanemi clutch the oven mittens for dear life.

“I swear, sometimes I don’t know why I bother putting up with you… but fine.”

He mutters under his breath in an exasperated tone and a tenderness which belies his words.

Finally he close the distance even more, you watch as he prepares his hand for the strike. You’re prepared for a sting since you know how incredibly strong he is and you’re already imagining the feeling of his big hand making contact with your cheeks.

“Ready when you are!” You hum playfully, shaking your tushy for him to let him know he has your consent despite this being your request.

Sanemi place the oven mittens on the counter, rubbing his hands together and you can’t help the excitement building inside you. He swings his hand and you bite down on your bottom lip and close your eyes in anticipation.

Pat.

No slap, no stinging and definitely no force behind his action. No. That asshole had just patted your butt gently and then turned away immediately to tend to the cupcakes.

Even with his back turned to you, the blush on his ears betrays him. You can’t decide if you’re annoyed at him or feeling an even stronger affection for this soft man who’s your partner in every sense possible.

You would never actually tell anyone about this side of him, his real side, but if you did no one would believe you anyway.

Not a damn soul will believe that the Sanemi Shinazugawa, Wind Hashira, most violent and feared Demon Slayer is too soft and gentle that he’s not able to even smack his partner’s ass properly at their request.

“Sorry, but even if you’re the one asking…it goes against my beliefs if I ever raise a hand on you. I hope you understand that my hands will never in any way inflict harm on you.”

Sanemi murmurs softly, glancing briefly over his shoulder at you before turning away again when you see the blush on his cheeks. However instead of teasing him or poking fun at him, your heart swells and a warmth spreads through you at his words.

You immediately close the distance, hugs him from behind and bury your face into his back, murmuring assuring words of love, affection and tenderness. Sanemi covers your hands around his waist with his own, giving them a gentle squeeze before he turns around to face you.

“Let’s eat these cupcakes and cuddle, ‘kay?”

He cups your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lips before pulling you closer for a kiss.

[xxsabitoxx]

dad sanemi hcs but with a twist… his kid is 9 and not a baby…

So like, Seasoned Dad Sanemi headcanons? I can do that.

First of all, nearly 30 year old Sanemi absolutely makes dad noises just about every chance he gets. They aren’t even intentional either, just natural dad noises sneaking their way out of him all the time

He’s such a girl-dad, always has been and always will be. Now that your little girl is 9, you’re both subjected to her tea parties, her dress up fashion shows, her skilled makeovers and incredible manicures

Sanemi will always be involved in her school life, chaperoning field trips, going to father daughter dances, helping with her fundraisers. He’ll always find a way to coach her sports games and attend her recitals — and you best believe he’ll always brag about how wonderful of a daughter he has.

If you end up getting pregnant for a second time, Sanemi will definitely have a brief moment of panic. Only because he’s trying to figure out how he’ll evenly split his time so both of his children will get his undivided love and attention. You assure him it will come naturally and that he has nothing to worry about.

Sanemi is all about doing what his daughter wants, so if your little girl wants a tree house? Sanemi is building her a tree house. If your daughter wants a sleepover with her friends? Best believe you and Sanemi are the best sleepover hosts ever and your little girl and her friends have an amazing time.

Sanemi isn’t super strict, there is a perfect balance of respect and love between him and your daughter. You swear the two of them are best friends, always building pillow forts, running around the backyard, playing dress up, and so many other things.

Your daughter loves sleeping in your bed with the two of you. She’ll sandwich herself in between you and Sanemi and get the best sleep of her life with her mom and dad snuggling her so tightly.

All of that aside, Sanemi still claims your daughter is “mommy’s girl” through and through. You assure him that it’s the opposite and she’s a “daddy’s girl”. In the end you both conclude she loves the two of you tremendously and it’s just easier to say she’s a “mommy AND daddy’s girl”

[ann1eee]

personaltrainer! Sanemi who spends your first few sessions being cold and hard on you

personaltrainer! Sanemi who sneakily watches you from afar after assigning you your workout for the day

personaltrainer! Sanemi who accidentally sees you without a shirt on a few weeks after working out with you

personaltrainer! Sanemi who cant help but stutter and excuse himself to the men’s room for a cold shower

personaltrainer! Sanemi who finds himself clutching his water bottle way too tight as he sees one of the regulars get too close and flirty with you

personaltrainer! Sanemi who ends up giving you a much harder workout after the regular leaves you alone

personaltrainer! Sanemi who scoffs and asks you to continue quietly after you snap at him for being too harsh

personaltrainer! Sanemi whose patience runs thin after a few more minutes of going back and forth and gives in by kissing you square on your lips

personaltrainer! Sanemi who smirks when you blush and return the kiss, but pulls away and asks you to finish your workout

personaltrainer! Sanemi who chuckles quietly as he watches you try to gather yourself and make sure no one else saw your heated moment with him

personaltrainer! Sanemi who crosses his arms as you, a flustered mess, finally manage to finish your workout

personaltrainer! Sanemi who spends the rest of the evening sprawled on your couch with you on his lap

personaltrainer! Sanemi who finally insists on a different workout once he finds himself on top of you in your bedroom

personaltrainer! Sanemi who doesn’t hold back and leaves you begging and whimpering just by his fingers and tongue alone

personaltrainer! Sanemi who shows you just exactly how he uses all those muscles by pressing you into your bed in different positions

personaltrainer! Sanemi who has you screaming his name by the end of the night, filled to the brim with saliva dripping down your mouth and onto the sheets

personaltrainer! Sanemi who still has so much stamina left, that he carries you into the shower and bathes you clean

personaltrainer! Sanemi who’s already awake and getting breakfast ready by the time you open your eyes the next morning

personaltrainer! Sanemi who gives you a full body massage after breakfast, and for the first time in a few weeks let’s you have a day off because of just how sore you are after last nights ‘workout’

[that-one-p00k1e]

Just Like a Movie Scene, Table for Two

Their love language towards you - Obanai, Giyuu, & Sanemi x reader (separate) | part 1

TW: most likely OOC

Been getting lazy lately, might start writing for Mashle Idk😞 Also Giyuu's part ended up being wayy longer than intended😢

Obanai Iguro - Gift Giving & Quality Time

Not much needed to say here tbh, it's quite obvious from how he treats Mitsuri.

Due to his traumatic past, he nurtured a distaste for women. To add to that, most females in the Corps were weak and lacked physical strength, furthermore skills in hunting demons. Thus, he looked down upon them even more. But once he finds a girl who could light his candle, he'll pour every ounce of himself to give her the love he thinks she deserves. It'll take time for him to open up to you, but the signs wouldn't be discreet.

He'll give you gifts from time to time, offer you to hang out with him or have lunch together. He'll listen to you talk your heart out, admiring the way your face lights up as you tell him how your day went. You mostly did the talking, he just occasionally hummed or nodded to indicate himself paying attention. If possible, he'll take every chance to spend any unoccupied time with you. Your bright and beaming presence had become one of his escapes from the dark and bitter reality of this world. 

During those times together, he'll take mental notes of all the things you mentioned you like, and always put it into consideration when deciding on a gift for you. He'll find a way to combine the different things you adore into one form of a present. It may take him quite the effort and time to put his mind into it and figure out a conclusion, but it never goes to waste as long as he could bring out that beautiful smile in you.

Giyuu Tomioka -  Acts of Service & Quality Time

He is no less than a man of few words; having difficulty interacting with others. Thus, when it comes to commitment in a relationship, he'd prefer to execute it through physical effort rather than going vocal. Other than not being able to express his feelings verbally, he believes actions tend to speak louder than words. He would be the kind of person that pays attention to the smallest details of your body language. Had you made subtle gestures of discomfort, he'll take notice of it rather quickly and immediately tend to it.

Once, he was in the middle of listening to your daily rambling when he saw how you kept rubbing your hands together and occasionally placing it on your neck, presumably seeking warmth. Without much thought, he took off his haori and placed it around you, making sure to cover your hands with its long sleeves. “You're cold.” If he could, he would've cupped your hands by now to provide further comfort. Unfortunately, he knew well that his hands were no less colder than the weather itself; not to mention how unaccustomed he also was to physical contact.

Being in the position of a Hashira means holding many great responsibilities; the more responsibilities to bear, the less time available to be spent together alone. Hence why Giyuu tries his best to see you whenever he can. If he had an empty schedule for the day, his first thought would be spending it with you. He'd take you out on a walk around town and market at night, and get you things he noticed your eyes have taken interest upon (despite your resistances and denial). If not in the mood for a crowded environment, you two would sit together somewhere more  secluded, like a pond located in the woods.

He was glad that you were the one who always started the conversation, knowing how he could only do otherwise. Though even if there were to be silence itself between the two of you, no sense of awkwardness could infiltrate the comfort you both had by simply being in each other's presence.

Sanemi Shinazugawa - Physical Touch

He may not admit it, but he's often touch-deprived.

It was agony for him to hold back the urge to come up to you and just circle his arms around your waist whenever he saw you; his ego and pride refusing to let his guard down. He didn't want to seem weak, to let his well-known indifference falter and be viewed as soft in the face of others. Yet, behind closed doors, he clings to you like his life depended on it. He's been craving your touch for the whole day, especially after having to put up with lower-ranked slayers who drained his mental energy (berating them to death).

He'd come home falling into your arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he finally could let his muscles loose. The two of you would tell how each other's days went, with him laying on your abdomen as you played with his hair. He tried his best to stay awake and keep listening to you, really, but the feeling of your fingers skillfully easing the nerves in his head through the scalp was driving him to the edge of falling into slumber. Eventually, as the fatigue was too strong to be fought back, he finally surrendered and let his mind drift off to sleep, all in the while of your melodic voice.