#sanemi shorts

[chiharuhashibira]

Hiiiiii so I was wondering if you can do a sanemi x fem abused reader plss?? And like the reader drops a plate and is having a panic attack and sanemi comforts us ???pls and thanks (if not sanemi kiojuro or obanai??)

Of course! We certainly can~ Your wish is my command UwU

I've been wanting to write about Shinazugawa-san! And no worries about the Kyojuro and Obanai imagine~ I'll definitely make one and tag you hihi ^^

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

𝐀 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐗 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭

Content Warnings: Curse words, Wound and Blood, Abuse Flashbacks, Panic Attacks

Notes: Y/N = Your Name | E/C = Eye Color | H/C = Hair Color

As if by muscle memory, you flinched and covered your face as the plate crumbled into pieces on the floor. The streaking pain and screaming echoed inside your head, confusing you about what's real and what's not.

As you looked down, you saw tiny red droplets on the wooden floor. With a lump now forming on your throat, you crouched down, and tears started to escape your E/C eyes. The tremors came back as if you were back at the old estate where you had been living a year ago.

Your mind was filled with endless memories of how your own mother and your new stepfather had physically and verbally abused you.

"You're a fucking twat. You should've died with your father."

"Why don't we just sell you, Y/N? Perhaps we can get money from you getting laid! You're just a piece of shit to us anyways..."

A small sob escaped your lips as you looked around, your sight blurred with tears. Then suddenly, a warm, calloused hand gently caressed your back.

"Hey Y/N, calm down, please. You're safe with me."

All your demons calmed down inside of you as your E/C orbs met with his pale purple ones.

Oh yes, you have been living with the Wind Hashira for a year since you watched as your evil parents turned into a real-life demon in front of your eyes. He was your saviour; he still is, and that's the reason why your heart started beating fast for him.

You remembered the first night after the traumatic incident when Sanemi insisted you come with him to Kocho-dono's place. Who would've thought that this harsh-tongued man, full of scars from his old and present battles, would take you under his wing and show you a part of him that he has never shown to anyone after his nightmares came true?

Sanemi gently picked you up as your shivers continued to take over your body. Normally, you would protest this gesture, scared that he might tease you for being so frail, but that never came from him. He never mocked you.

"Y/N, breathe. Please breathe for me."

You followed him as he slowly put you on the zabuton, making sure that he was beside you to support you in case you fell down again. You watched him as your sight got clearer once again; he was opening a little box that he always hid under the table. His little first aid kit.

Sanemi is aware of your panic attacks; he even prepared things to help you when your past gets ahold of you once again, like this first aid kit that he kept in case you wound yourself up.

"Sanemi, I'm so sorry. I dropped a plate again."

He grunted, taking your hand and cleaning the wound from it that you got from accidentally squeezing the shard on your hand a while ago. No words came out of him for a few seconds. His eyes and hands are just focused on wrapping the wound on your hand with bandages.

Then after that, he looked up at you with no smile, but his eyes said it all. He was trying his best to comfort you. "Y/N, it's just a plate. I won't be mad even if you accidentally break every single one of them." He suddenly pulled you into his arms, embracing you with a warmth that no one would ever expect.

Flashbacks brought back your first kiss with Sanemi and how he tried to make you stop crying from being too scared that he wouldn't come back from his missions. You saw how he beheaded your demon mother and stepfather after they scratched his arms back then. You never want to see him hurt again, but he's a demon slayer. A Hashira, to begin with. His life won't really be about comfort and pleasures; he's here to slay demons, and he sacrificed his safety for that devotion.

You always wondered why he had agreed to take you under his wing after Kocho said that you were too scared, even to the three young girls in the Butterfly Mansion, but not to Sanemi. Despite his complaints, he still took you in and made sure that you were in safe hands.

Until one day, you just fell for him. His mean attitude, scarred exterior, and cold facade—those never stopped you from loving him more. And he fell for you too. He would never say things like, I love you, but you always felt special. Especially when he kissed you that night when you tried to stop him from leaving for his mission.

"Don't leave me Shinazugawa-san... Please... I—I... care for you so much."

Sanemi leaned in for a warm, passionate kiss, and you'll swear that his eyes glistened seconds before his intimate action.

"I'll come back for you. I won't die that easy. You know how badass I am, right?"

And that's it. That's how you and Sanemi's relationship changed in an instant.

"Hey, you're drowning in your thoughts again."

Sanemi pulled you out of the embrace, held you by your shoulders, and stared at you with concern in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Sane—"

"Another sorry from your lips, and I won't kiss you again."

Your heart started beating fast after what he said. You shut your mouth and bit your lip, making a small smile appear on Sanemi's face.

"Good girl. E/C, those fucking demons cannot return to harm you. I won't let them. I'll slash their heads even before they take a step near you. I promise I'll protect you. I won't lose you too."

You gave him a small smile and nodded. Sanemi suddenly pulled you into his arms again and kissed through your H/C hair. "I won't lose you, Y/N. I won't let that happen." He caressed your back, hushing you from the remnants of your past.

The fear in you subsided. Sanemi's right. No one can hurt you again. Sanemi's the only person who can kill the demons inside your head. He's the only person who's always there to get you back on your feet if you fall. His loving comfort and company are all you need to heal from your nightmares. And perhaps you're also what he needs to make peace with his.

Your shaking subsided as your breathing stabilised. You raised your head and caught a glimpse of Sanemi's sweet smile. This part of him is for your eyes only, and you're happy with that.

"Your wound still hurts, doll?" You shook your head. Sanemi suddenly pulled you onto his lap and held your waist. "That's good to know. If you ever feel that again, always remember that I'm here, okay? I'll kill all those demons for you if that's what it takes."

You hummed, putting your hands over his shoulders. "Thank you, Sanemi. Thank you for being here."

"Of course. I love you."

That's the first time that you've heard those three words come from his mouth. His raspy voice and his loving smile made you blush. You'll say the world has stopped, but it already has since Sanemi started loving you back.

"I love you too. I'll do my best to take care of you too."

Sanemi bit his lip and pulled you closer. "Now kiss me." He said, and you happily obliged, pressing your lips gently onto his as he embraced you tighter.

"Y/N, you're mine."

"Always yours, Sanemi..."

You replied through the sloppy kisses, and you'll never know; perhaps it'll be more in a few blinks of an eye.

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𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆!

I hope you enjoyed this short fic as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Thank you so much for your request! And yes! I'll be writing a Kyojuro and Obanai fic for yah~ Totally appreciated this! ^^

Keep the requests going! Aside from X Reader, I also write Yaoi soooo~ BUT LET'S JUST FOCUS ON KNY BL IN CASE, FIRST!! XD

Feel free to comment and reblog this story~ Arigatou Gozaimasu!

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

[ponderingmoonlight]

Getting caught while checking Sanemi out

„Well…y’know…I…“

Fuck. You stumble over your own words like an idiot. But that view…Your eyes are literally glued to his exposed chest, how his muscle strands move with each and every minor movement of his arms. Of course, entering the elite troop of the demon slayer corps meant surrounding yourself with fit people. After all, it’s a fact that they are very disciplined, training day in and out just like you did those past months.

But the sight of the wind hashira sitting in front of you, his exposed chest so well-lit by the moonlight while his arm rests on his lap so casually. Fuck, this man is way too attractive.

“Stop staring at me like that, idiot”, the wind hashira barks at you.

Fuck. You feel your cheeks heating up in an instant, eyes now focused on the dirt underneath your feet. If there’s one thing that’s worse than staring at someone so shamelessly, it’s getting caught by that exact person. Damn, you’re a grown woman, you’ve seen countless men when fighting for the demon slayer corps. Why did you get so distracted by him?

“I-I’m so s-sorry”, you stutter like the idiot you are.

“I-I didn’t m-mean to-“

“She was just checking you out”, the serpent hashira interferes with his voice dripping in boredom.

“Why would you check me out, brat?”

“I-I didn’t mean to!”

“Get lost now…”, Sanemi mumbles while turning his back on you.

“Oh…yeah…I-I should get going.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. In the matter of seconds you’re gone in the wind with only your scent remaining in the air as a proof of your existence.

“What do you think about (y/n)? I heard she’s quite a good combat fighter”, Obanai comments dryly while staring into the woods.

Urgh. Sanemi hates to even think about the way you made fighting look so effortlessly and how perfect your hair frames your gorgeous face. Always watching you from afar, not even daring to show himself to your eyes. Did you really just check him out just because of his loose-fitting uniform? There’s no way you’d actually choose him out of all people. Haven’t you seen Tengen, Gyomei, even Giyu? Compared to them, he’s definitely nothing special.

And maybe even a little mean.

“So what? She’ll die like the others.”

“Irritated because she was checking you out?”

“Stop talking bullshit, she wasn’t even looking my way”, Sanemi barks at the man sitting next to him in an instant.

“Why are you blushing, then?”

Him, blushing? Out of instinct, Sanemi smacks his already hot cheek. Why the hell does he feel so hot now? Just because you looked his way? Just because your eyes darkened when you gazed at his chest, leaving you so flustered that he didn’t know how to act?

Fuck. Just thinking about the way you blushed and tried to stutter your way out while looking at him with doe eyes…

“I’m literally seeing you fall.”

“You start sounding like Kanroji-“

“Don’t dare to drag her into this”, Obanai hisses through gritted teeth.

[who-can-touch-my-boob]

<- Sanemi simp posts masterlist

Sanemi being a girl dad once again

I’m so sickening obsessed with dad!Sanemi that it has become my Roman Empire.

Just imagine, Sanemi’s s/o is out, (whether his s/o is also a demon slayer on a mission, a civilian who’s visiting someone or at their respective job) and left Sanemi alone with their toddler for a day.

But instead of sitting still he takes the little chubby bundle of joy with him everywhere, carrying her in a baby sling wherever he goes. Him casually meeting up with Obanai and talk with him about demons or other things just like usual.

However Sanemi’s little girl (yes I am a firmly believer he’s a girl dad) keeps blabbering while he speaks and he manage to simultaneously (multitask papa Sanemi) give her attention while also talking to Obanai.

Sanemi letting his little baby girl suckle on his finger to ease her crying and when he walks back home he bounce her playfully and his heart melts as her tiny giggles fills the air around them.

Of course Sanemi doesn’t need to nap, but how can he resist joining his girl when she yawns and reach out with small chubby hands towards her papa?

So when Sanemi’s s/o returns home from wherever they’ve been, they find him lying on the sofa with their little angel nestled in his arms. His expression peaceful and a soft smile on his lips as he hold onto the bundle of joy that is his daughter.

[valartsstuff]

A mini mini continuation for the fic where Sanemi mistook Muichiro for calling for him

[unpopularwriter25]

A Gentle Wind

Summary: After the battle, the group arrives at the Butterfly Mansion for much-needed rest and recovery. When Sanemi's abrasive nature sparks a confrontation, the reader steps in to defend her friends. Her fiery spirit leaves the Wind Hashira stunned and unexpectedly smitten.

Warnings: None

The soft rustling of leaves in the Butterfly Mansion garden was a gentle contrast to the tension that crackled in the air. Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke had just arrived, weary and battered, seeking solace and healing. However, the atmosphere shifted as Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, made his presence known with his usual bluntness.

"You three idiots better not mess things up here," Sanemi barked, his tone as sharp as his blade. "You're lucky to even be alive."

Inosuke bristled, fists clenching, but before he could respond, you stepped forward, your eyes blazing with determination. "That’s enough, Sanemi," you snapped, standing protectively in front of your friends. "They’ve been through enough without you berating them."

Sanemi's eyes narrowed, a storm brewing within them. "And who are you to lecture me? Do you know who you're talking to?"

"Yes, I do," you replied firmly. "I’m talking to someone who should know better than to kick people when they’re down. They’ve fought hard and deserve respect, not ridicule."

Sanemi's lip curled in a sneer. "Respect? From me? They're a bunch of reckless brats who need to learn their place."

"Reckless?" you shot back, stepping closer, undeterred by his intimidating presence. "They’re brave. They’ve risked their lives to protect others. If that’s what you call reckless, then maybe you need to rethink what it means to be a Demon Slayer."

Tanjiro placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, trying to calm you. "It's okay, [Y/N], we don’t want to cause any trouble."

You shrugged his hand off, not breaking eye contact with Sanemi. "No, Tanjiro. Someone needs to stand up to him. You’ve all done nothing but give your best, and you deserve better than this."

Sanemi's eyes flickered with surprise and something else—was it admiration? "You’ve got a lot of nerve talking to me like that," he muttered, his voice low.

"And you’ve got a lot of nerve treating people like they’re beneath you," you retorted. "Being a Hashira doesn’t give you the right to be a bully."

Zenitsu, hiding behind Inosuke, peeked out and added nervously, "She’s right, you know. We’re all on the same side."

Inosuke, ever the blunt one, huffed. "Yeah, what she said! Back off, Wind Guy!"

Sanemi's gaze softened just a fraction, but his voice remained gruff. "You think you’re something special, don’t you? Protecting them like this?"

"Yes, I do," you said, lifting your chin defiantly. "Because they are special. And if you can’t see that, then maybe you’re not as strong as you think you are."

A tense silence settled over the garden. The colorful butterflies fluttered around, oblivious to the conflict, while the sweet scent of blooming flowers filled the air. Your friends watched with wide eyes, clearly impressed by your courage.

"You've got guts," Sanemi muttered, a flicker of something softer passing through his harsh demeanor.

"I’m just protecting my friends," you said, turning on your heel with a huff. "Maybe you should try it sometime." With that, you marched back into the mansion, leaving a stunned Sanemi in your wake.

Sanemi stood rooted to the spot, the words replaying in his mind. The fire in your eyes, the unwavering strength in your voice—it was unlike anything he’d ever encountered. He watched as you disappeared into the mansion, his heart pounding in a way it never had before.

For the first time, the fierce Wind Hashira felt something other than anger and duty. He felt admiration, respect, and something he could hardly name. But as he stood there, surrounded by the serene beauty of the Butterfly Mansion, Sanemi was sure of one thing.

He was in love.

[rr311]

⇝ 𝖨𝗇𝖿𝗈 kissing, spicy, black!reader

⇝ 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 you want to play a game.

⇝ 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 It’s been a fat minute since I wrote for demon slayer so I present you with a short sanemi story! also dee announcements, today Is my birthday! and second Im gonna start writing for other fictional characters, like zuko from ATLA 🤗 anyways I hope yall enjoyyy

❝ 𝐋𝐄𝐓’𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 ! ❞ - 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

"let's play a game."

"a game?."

"a game." you heared him scoff under his breath as he looked at you weird, weren't games for children? seeing his reaction you rolled your own. "It'll be fun. I swear It." you crossed your chest with a small smile. sanemi looked at you again then sighed, "what's this..game you wanna play?." In response you got up from where you were sat ted to be seated on his lap putting your arms behind you. you tilted your head spotting his smirk, "simple and easy rules." you trailed seeing his eyes look from your eyes to your lips nodding his head, "we're gonna make out— but, If one of us gives In or touch one another that person loses. the loser has to do whatever the winner tells them to do." he raised a brow, "so If I touch you, I lose?." you nodded your head, "yup." you grinned leaning your face forward towards his feeling his breath hit your face, "so don't lose.."

In Instincts sanemi almost went to grab ahold of your hips till he remembered that he's playing your stupid game. he held his hand to his sides, clenching the bedsheets as he groaned Into the kiss fighting the urge to take you right now. you already knew he was gonna give In first. sanemi loved touching you, your face, thighs, hips, ass, he couldn't resist you. he leaned his head more to the side the capture your lips moving aggressively with your pace. you moaned Into his mouth bucking your hips up hearing a small hiss feeling him get hard under you. he wasn't gonna last long..

he needed to touch you. feel more of you. he groaned quietly, "fuck this." he mumbled Into your mouth before feeling his hands slide up your shirt to hold onto your hips moving them back and fourth against his hard. you smirked Into the kiss finally getting to bring your hands up wrap around his neck pulling him closer feeling his tounge roam your mouth. not even a second In he switched your guys position, laying on the bed with him between your legs pulling back from the kiss to kiss down your neck, giggling at how desperate he Is, "so desperate."

"shut up."

[xxlady-lunaxx]

what if sanemi just spiraled after the war and his mental health went down the drain for like a year and the following years were the others trying to work him back up to being happy so only the last year of his life he was actually in a good place? like sanemi just crawling out of bed, though he’s only ever been in and out of consciousness recently, and he tries to go to genya’s grave only to realize genya wouldn’t have a grave. and then he just lays there in the hallway, staring blankly at the wall until one of the butterfly girls find him and has to call tengen to carry him back in bed. it’s just sanemi battling his internal critic until he kinda… gives up. and then his physical health is deteriorating too. and then it’s all blank for a long time. until giyuu and tengen and aoi and — and everyone’s worrying about sanemi and they’re trying to help him, to make him feel better. and then nezuko and her smiles and her — and genya. and she’s like genya, and sanemi won’t let go of her. and even though he has half the blood he should. and even though he hasn’t gotten up in months. and even though he can barely keep his eyes open, he’s holding onto her. so that nezuko takes a huge part in caring for him. and she puts her hair up while wrestling food into his mouth and all sanemi can think of is his mother now. and then genya. and he doesn’t — he can’t — and he starts to try. and live. and make himself something. so he can protect nezuko. because she and tanjiro and zenitsu and all of the children deserved way better than his own family got. and he has to get better. and then he does. for them. for his family. for what they deserved to have had. to what they deserved to have.

[oceaneyesinla]

The squeak you let out when you find the pavement rushing to meet you is nowhere near dignified, but it does save you some nasty bruises and ripped tights. Sanemi catches you with ease, and you're almost jealous of the grace with which he holds himself - placing you back onto your feet like it's nothing, standing with his arm still around you like he didn't just throw himself towards you to stop your fall.

"You good, baby?" His voice is soft in your ear, and you don't know if he's even aware of his hand rubbing soothing circles into your shoulder blades. Knowing him, it's muscle memory.

Looking down at your feet, you spot the problem immediately - the laces of your boot have come loose. Probably because you were more focused on the pain bending to tie them up caused than on making sure they were securely laced.

You're already bracing yourself to retie them when, before you can move, Sanemi is crouched in front of you, tugging your laces to tighten the boot properly before retying them.

"Sanemi I can -."

"Shut up. Don't try and be brave; I know your back's bothering you again." How? You thought you were being sneaky - you even made sure he wasn't nearby before you look your strong pain meds. You didn't want him to worry over something so minor, not when you know it'll improve with gentle movement and being careful for a day or two.

You open your mouth to ask the question, but he's already giving you the answer, "You were stiff when you got out of bed. Plus, you only ever run the shower that hot when your back flares up." He's as casual as if he's giving you a weather update, shifting to retie your other boot as if he hasn't just admitted to knowing your little quirks like they're fundamental facts of the universe.

He looks up at you when he's done, and you're still just blinking down at him. Your voice is barely above a whisper when you speak, and he straightens up so he can lean in and listen, "You really notice all that?" Maybe the painkillers are making you sappy, but your chest feels warm at the thought.

"Course I do. It's you." Sanemi speaks with conviction, not hesitating for even a second. Then, once his brain catches up with his words, the most delightful little flush dusts his cheeks.

You coo at him, brilliant smile tugging at your lips as you cradle his cheeks in your hands, "You're such a romantic, baby." Your smile softens to something infinitely fond, and you press a loving kiss to his lips, "Thank you."

He doesn't say anything, but the love you feel is reflected in the mirror of his eyes. He reaches up to take your hand, lacing your fingers together and tugging you down the street.

"Come on. We'll grab the food, then when we get home, I'll run you a bath. I'll even put some of that smelly pink shit in there."

You know for a fact that he loves the smell of your preferred bath soak, because he always makes sure to burrow his nose into your neck after you've used it, and once or twice you've come home to the bathroom smelling of it even when you haven't used it.

You decide to let him keep his secrets - content to squeeze his hand a little tighter as you fall into step next to him. It's just one of a million things you've noticed about him, and apparently, he's noticed plenty about you too.

[kyojurismo]

imagine spending the night at sanemi’s estate and you two decided to sleep in separate futons since you recently started dating and all.

it’s pretty windy and it’s really really cold outside.

you sigh as you try to cover yourself more with the covers. sanemi notices you’re constantly tossing and turning, trying to find a hot spot to go back to sleep.

you don’t notice but he moves his futon closer to yours, moves the covers and pulls you to his chest. “nemi!” you gasp as he encircles your body with his arms while intertwining his legs with yours. “you’re cold as fuck,” he mumbles into your nape. you relax into his warm embrace and stay as close as possible to him.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper after some moments. “i am not, now go back to sleep,” he said in a serious tone, making you giggle. “are you sure you’re not the flame hashira?” you speak in a soft tone, making him sigh. “sleep or i’ll take you to sleep outside,” sanemi rubs his face against your neck, making you shiver.

“night, nemi,” you murmur with a smile. “mh,” he grunts and holds you even closer.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Can you do a s/o that has been raped by a demon and the s/o is a civilian ? Hashiras that I want are Shinobu, Obanai, and Sanemi and the s/o is a baker as well

Oooh! Fuck, that’s very tough but I’ll try my best with this! God prayers and my love goes out to all (g)rape victims~!

Kocho Shinobu

You rely on her. You rely on her to feel safe since before that god awful incident, you could walk freely in the streets of your town with zero worries and without clinging onto somebody. Now, you can’t traverse those streets without shivering and frantically looking around for a tinge of a another living breathing being, defensive over your life

A single demon. A single demon took away all chances of having a normal life and sexually abused you on the floor of a alleyway, completely obscured by general shadow and crowds. Nobody heard your cries nor the sounds of wet sloshing, well. Nobody but Shinobu. Your savourer, she came to the rescue and disposed of the demon forcing himself on top of you in a flash, she felt intense sorrow and guilt for what happened to you

Shinobu was truly disgusted with the scene she saw with her very own eyes. Of course, demons would snoop this low for that ridiculous high of sadistic pleasure. She wasn’t going to deny, she was furious and outright kicked the demons’ dissipating body when she did melt it down to a pathetic liquid clump. The Demon Slayer Corps acted quickly when Shinobu reported the incident, providing you with Wisteria Trees all around your home

You two fell in love with each other after Shinobu took the time out to escort you every night, over the months. You own a cute popular little bakery so you have to travel home, late at night. Shinobu will always protect you, first out of requirement and now out of pure, uncontrollable love. Smiling sweetly and dressed in the cutest kimono you have ever seen, Shinobu patiently waited for you at the front door of your homely bakery for you to finish up cleaning

You gently beamed at the fancy katana attached to her hip, you just felt so safe merely in her presence

“Hold my hand, my love. Let us go to my home together”

Iguro Obanai

“Dokusha, take your time. We got all night” A familiar, comforting voice rung out from the entrance of your homely little bakery. You knew exactly who it was and you smiled at the sight before you, Iguro Obanai. Your beloved boyfriend and 24/7 savourer, what you called a soldier that guarded you at night to prevent the traumatic incident from ever happening again.

The incident where a demon cornered you, late at night and forced himself on your body. In a cruel, monstrous way, that sadistic beast took a massive bite of your mental health and will end up riddling you with fear for the rest of your life. You would have been doomed for eternity if a certain somebody didn’t come to your rescue. Obanai, he leaped into action immediately and winded the demon’s now fading body into the wall aggressively

Your heart fluttered for Obanai, he saved you. He protected your life without you even needing to cry out for him, despite the fact you did. Obanai just couldn’t leave you alone afterwards, he needed to provide you with protection and he has lots of strength himself so he continued to walk you back to your home at night, never coming to you without his katana

It seemed that your love rubbed off onto him, he fell for you in little time and now, he just couldn’t leave you alone. He refuses to return to his own Estate unless the door is locked shut and the gate is locked shut, that way that you’ll be safe once again. Obanai has been planning to bring you to his Estate so he can protect you 24/7 but with all the Wisteria Trees guarding your house, you’ll be just fine

You couldn’t see his mouth, due to those bandages but you knew he was smiling, so comfortingly

“Always stick with me, my angel. I’ll protect you, no matter what”

Shinazugawa Sanemi

The pitch black night on this very hour would have scared the living hell of you if you weren’t without your savourer, a man with snowy white hair standing before your exit doorway and a katana on his hip. You adored that man, Sanemi. He, singlehandedly, had saved your whole life over and over again without fault and for his unconditional kindness, you devoted your heart to him. No man could compare to the one you won over a horrifying situation

Being a victim of forced intercourse weighed heavy on your heart and weighed heavy responsibilities on the all-so-kind Sanemi too. The second he saw a terrifying but strangely aroused demon having his way with you against your will, Sanemi swore he saw blood red and woke up to blood splattered everywhere. He went feral, out of his anger and concern. No human should suffer this horrible offence and he rushed you to safety with zero hesitation

Sanemi always watched over you afterwards. He felt such shame and guilt for not being around for you sooner, he could have prevented that demon from even approaching you but then again, he is thankful that he is supporting you through it all. He would have never met the woman of his dreams if he didn’t, that didn’t take away the intense pain. It just dulled it for you

And with him around 24/7, half-neglecting his other missions to make sure you arrive safely at your Wisteria Tree-skirted home was his new priority. Both as your savourer and as your boyfriend, he won’t let anything hurt you again. He truly didn’t mind walking with you at the dead of night after you finish with your homely little bakery and it’s list of requirements, it was really nice to get to know you even more

Unsurprising, Sanemi was chasing away the flood of pain in your heart by just standing there

“Are you ready? With my katana here, our trip home will be safe and sound as it’s always been”

[cringeyvanillamilk]

A swap AU where Nezuko takes Tanjirou's place and Sabito takes Giyuu's place. ✨

In this AU, Nezuko and Sabito would butt heads a lot. You'll always hear them bicker when they are together. Nezuko would always bring up Sabito's height because she knows he's sensitive about it lmao.

[a-chip-in-inosukes-nichirin]

Vicious Cycle

You keep going back to him because he's so good to you, he treats you so kindly behind those brusque words, the roll of his lilac eyes- you can't stop loving his hands on your waist or brushing delicately against your cheek.

You can't forget how his breath fans over your lips when he chants a prayer of your name while you are held in his arms, locked in an embrace that makes you feel like heaven above must have descended upon you.

You can't stop returning to him like a dog to its own vomit even when his harsh words tell you that you don't belong together and you'll just get hurt.

You do.

His scathing tongue lashes you like a whip when you appear to beg for his love again- beg for the comfort of his arms that you know he will give you if you plead.

Both of you are weak for the other.

Chaos and aggression never felt so safe as when you were pressed against his chest; nothing in the world could touch you except his heartbreaking words once his guilt returned.

I'm no good for you.

Leave.

You could scream and beg and cry until your glassy eyes burned, eyelids swollen and puffy and nose red, but Sanemi Shinazugawa could not be convinced he was anything but a curse. He would do anything to protect you from the danger he brought to those around him, but by god he couldn't resist you each time you came back, arms open, heart on your tattered sleeve.

Why wouldn't you just leave him for good?

Sanemi's mind couldn't comprehend your obsession with crawling back to him, lavishing his scarred body with kisses and praise, begging him to call you pet names and reciprocate the overwhelming adoration you showered him with.

You sewed yourself up after he tore you apart with his teeth, pulling the thread tighter each time as if it could keep you from disintegrating when his ferocity burned you again. Each time you returned with more scars to match his, only yours weren't visible.

He'd never lay a finger on you, but his words cut deep wounds.

Others called you foolish- stupid even- for the way you would dissolve in tears at his words, only to reach out to him once they'd dried off.

This time will be different, you told yourself.

And just as the sun rose each morning, you stood to chase after the object of your affection again.

This time, you told yourself.

Your fingers caught in his skin like fishhooks, holding tightly so he couldn't let you go. His hands ghosted over the jagged edges of the scars he'd left, raw and unfinished, dangling bits and pieces from where he'd ripped into you.

You should leave.

I don't want you.

You're so stupid for coming back.

This time, you let the wounds gape where he could see them. This time, he hesitated before tracing the outline of your soul with calloused hands. This time, his words were tempered with regret, softening into a question.

Stay with me?

[kyokutsu-sama]

I don't know if it's just me who has this opinion but like...

Why do I think Sanemi looks like he stepped out of a damn dark romance but at the same time I think he would be a cinnamon roll with his beloved?

[giyubabe]

Small sanemi angst coming

I was inspired by a sound on TikTok (I love isle of dogs so much🫶🏻)

[stargalaxyshooter]

It will always be funny to me that people always get up in arms about Mitsuri's uniform & how it shows too much skin (enough that they even alter it in art or fics) but no one ever says anything about Sanemi's uniform 😭

Sanemi, who has an even more open uniform than Mitsuri's, opened much wider and stretches all the way to his navel not to mention that without the haori his uniform is also sleeveless.... Idk food for thought that the most scantily clad demon corps member is in fact Sanemi yall

[unpopularwriter25]

Anime Masterlist

*I try to update regularly*

*Book, movies, tv show characters Masterlist coming soon*

Demon Slayer

Inosuke

A Serendipitous First

Guardian of the Boar

Caught off Guard

Clashing Souls

Clashing Souls Part 2

Tanjiro

Healing Hearts at the Butterfly Mansion

Moonlit Comfort

Sunlit Moments

A Healer's Heart: Rebirth in the Butterfly Estate (A Tanjiro Kamado Love Story)

Across Worlds: Tanjiro’s Destiny

Zenitsu

Sweet Confessions

The Unseen Confessions

Sanemi

Shattered Silence

A Gentle Wind

A Heart Fiercely Protected

Clash of Hearts (18+)

Rengoku

Restful Journey

Embers of a Promise

Embers of Destiny

Beneath the Flames

Unexpected Partnerships

Tengen

Unspoken Bonds

Giyuu

Rainy Day Serenity

Yoriichi Tsugikuni

Memes, Energy Drinks, and Samurai: The Tale of a Gen-Z Girl Reincarnated

Blossoms of Eternal Love

Michikatsu Tsugikuni

Eternal Vows: The Rebirth of Love and War

Kaigaku

Reunion in the Shadows

Demon Slayer Ship Request Post

Scream Franchise

Charlie Walker

Twilight Kisses

Unmasking Desire

Jujutsu Kaisen

Yuji Itadori

Café Serendipity: A First Date Kiss

Headcanons (characters vary)

Reactions in Crowded Places

Wind Breaker

Hajime Umemiya

Baked with Love

Study Break

Pages of Affection

My Hero Academia

Headcanons

How the Bakusquad is with a shy s/o.

Cuddling with them

One Piece

Headcanons

Straw Hat Pirates with an introverted s/o

Bat Family

Headcanons/shorts

Y/n is mad at Bruce

Bat Boys eating Y/n's terrible cooking.

Haiyku!

Oikawa Toru

Unexpected Charms: Flirting with Oikawa