#sanemi sucks

[painedpen]

ngl a little piece of me dies every time I see someone defend the way Sanemi treats Genya. I don’t understand how you can excuse his actions, but hate someone like Zenitsu.

“B-But he was trying to get Genya away from the Demon Slayers! He loves his brother!!” Okay??? Are we just ignoring the fact that he genuinely tried to poke out a 15 year old child’s eyes????? Make it make sense.

“I despise you so much that I’ve decided to disown you, now stand there and let me verbally and physically attack you.” Sounds like a real loving brother to me. A regular Mother Theresa here, folks.

I would like to reinstate: I DO NOT CARE IF HE DIDN’T MEAN WHAT HE SAID OR DID. HE STILL SAID AND DID THOSE THINGS, AND THEY ARE NOT EXCUSABLE.

Not saying that you can’t like Sanemi, just don’t try to defend his actions towards Genya and others like him. At the very least, don’t do it on my platform. In fact, if Sanemi is one of your favorites, I suggest you move on. I’ll not be treating him very kindly in the future.

[peachdues]

thinking of modern!Sanemi, out at the club with his friends, watching them get all the attention and thinking no one will approach him — until you.

And when you start hitting on him, he thinks it’s a joke because he’s big and scary looking, and how could anyone find him attractive? Especially someone as cute (and as beautiful) as you?

So he brushes you off, and even gets a little rude about it, because really, you shouldn’t be doing this — making a joke of him. But when he makes to leave and you grab him by his bicep to stop him, his jaw nearly drops because you can’t possibly be serious. But there you are, looking at him like you’ve found the sun in this dingy, dark club, and you’re leading him by the hand to the exit, a coy my place or yours? dripping like honey from your lips.

And as you let him lead you back to his apartment, Sanemi thinks he might just follow you anywhere.

[ditzyevie]

Types of Confessions!

My friend said I draw Sanemi too cute for how ferral he actually is 😔

[wisecura]

The wind and the leaf

p.5

Sanemi x Tsuguko-You

summary: You are the Tsuguko to Sanemi, the formidable Wind Hashira famed for his abrasive and harsh demeanor. Yet, your cool and calm presence in his live has him reeling. He just cant figure you out.

an: all smut no proofread. enjoy.

warning: this story may contain yandere-esque features. Just smut. and some fluff.

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p1. p.4

For the first time, Sanemi felt like he couldn’t hide.

Not from you. Not from the emotions swirling inside him that he’d been trying so hard to ignore. He clenched his fists at his sides, every muscle in his body tense, as if bracing for something he wasn’t prepared for.

The room seemed to shrink as the tension thickened between the two of you, the weight of unspoken words pressing heavily against the walls. Your question hung in the air, sharp and direct.

"What did you mean?"

Sanemi’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides as he struggled to meet your gaze. But there was no escaping this. Not anymore. His chest felt like it might explode, his heart racing as he finally let the truth spill out.

"I mean I love you," his voice somewhat weak, his voice low and laced with gruffness.

The words didn’t come out tender or gentle. They were raw and possessive, as though they’d been clawing their way out of him for far too long. He shifted closer, the distance between you evaporating as his intense gaze locked onto yours, deep and heavy.

"I love you," he repeated, his voice softer now but no less intense. "And I hate seeing you with anyone else. I hate the way you smile at him, the way you talk to him like he’s someone special."

His hand reached out, brushing against your arm as if grounding himself, keeping you within reach.

"You’re mine," he said, his tone firm, possessive, leaving no room for doubt. "Not his, not anyone else’s. Just mine."

You blinked, clearly shocked by his sudden confession. Your cheeks flushed a deep pink, your lips parting slightly as though you wanted to respond but couldn’t find the words. Despite your surprise, there was something shy about the way you looked at him, something that told him you didn’t hate what you’d just heard—not even a little.

Sanemi’s grip on your arm tightened ever so slightly, his gaze narrowing as he leaned in, his breath brushing against the skin across your neck.

"You shouldn’t keep teasing me, you know," he murmured, voice laced with affection, seeming to scold you. "Especially when you’re sharing a room with a man. Did you forget that? Or do you not see me as a man?"

Unconsciously, you shudder, your voice barely above a whisper as you stammer, "N-no, I didn't mean—" Your eyes dart away shyly, avoiding his intense gaze, but he doesn’t miss the way your thighs press together under the weight of his proximity. You shut your mouth before you embarrass yourself.

Sanemi’s sharp eyes dropp down to the subtle movement, and a smirk rests on his pretty face. He couldn't believe his luck. you were actually responding to him.

Slowly, deliberately, he moves a hand to rest gently on your leg, the warmth of his touch burning through the fabric of your skirt. He doesn’t grip or push—just rests it there, waiting.

His gaze doesn’t leave your face, searching for any sign of rejection or discomfort. But you don’t push him away. You don’t even flinch. If anything, your body grows even more tense, your chest rising and falling a little faster, your breath uneven. You cant look him in the eyes.

"You don’t hate this," he says, his voice low and husky, more a statement than a question. His thumb brushes your leg slightly, just enough to make your breath hitch audibly. "If you did, you’d tell me to stop."

Your lips part, but no words come out, only a shaky exhale that betrays your nerves—and something else. Your hands twitch slightly, as if debating whether to push him away or pull him closer.

Sanemi leans in closer, his face mere inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. "You’re usually so good at hiding how you feel," he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "And yet, I see the way you react to me. The way you can’t look me in the eye right now."

You don't stop him as his hand begins trailing up your leg. Both him and the wine making your head spin. His hand hot on the inner part of your thigh, as you shiver slightly.

You couldn’t stop yourself from pressing your thighs together again, catching his hand in place. He was so fucking smug. His eyes never leaving you. Absorbing anything you gave him.

"You don’t want me to stop," he said, his voice almost a whisper now, filled with both certainty and challenge. His fingers dig in, massaging lightly as you squirm. "Do you?"

"N-no," you stammered, your voice barely audible, your cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of pink. The only confirmation he needs.

"That’s what I thought," he murmured, his voice low and dripping. It stopped right where you needed it most, his touch igniting a wave of heat that coursed through your body.

You couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped your lips, he was so close. You could feel the heat radiating off of him. He didn’t move further—didn’t need to. The weight of his palm alone sent your thoughts spiraling. And what dirty thoughts they were...

"It's so adorable to see you like this." he whispered. "You’re so honest, even if you don’t say much. Your body tells me everything I need to know."

You trembled under his touch, your breath uneven as you tried to meet his gaze again. But his head was not buried in your neck, trailing kisses that burned.

"You’re mine," he said again, his tone a mixture of conviction and reverence, like it was the most undeniable truth in the world. His thumb brushed gently against your clothed pussy, sending another shiver through your body. "You’ve always been mine. Isn’t that right?"

He wanted to hear you beg. Wanted to know how much he effected you. He'd give anything to finish what he started, but he also craved to tease you. For the first time he didn't feel like he was clawing for your attention. Your focus was solely on him and him alone.

"Y-yes, I'm yours, please, I need more," you stammered, your voice trembling with a mix of vulnerability and anticipation boarding on whiny. And he loved it.

"Okay, pretty girl," Sanemi murmured, his voice filled with undeniable affection. And with that, he dove in, capturing your lips with his in a kiss so fierce and consuming it left you breathless. His hand rubbing across your drenched panties in a way that made you squirm.

Anchoring you in place, while his other hand cupped your face, pulling you impossibly closer. The warmth of his touch, the heat of his lips, sent sparks racing through your body. You felt yourself grow impossibly wetter at his touch. Your hands grip his haori, keeping him pressed against you.

As the kiss deepened, his fingers quicken their pace as you were damn near panting. And when you felt yourself growing closer to that edge, he suddenly pulled them back.

His grip on you tightened, and before you realized it, you were shifting onto his lap, straddling him. The sudden closeness made your heart pound, your body hyperaware of the way he felt beneath you—strong, solid, and completely unyielding.

His hands found your waist, holding you firmly as if to tell you he wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

You could feel the tension radiating from him, the restrained hunger in his movements as his lips moved against yours again. He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath hot and ragged. His eyes met yours, intense and smoldering, and for a moment, the world outside the room seemed to fade away.

"You feel so good," he murmured, his hands sliding up your sides, his voice low and reverent. "Like you were made to be right here, with me."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t help but lean into him, your fingers clutching against his chest. The closeness, the heat, the way his hands held you like you were something precious—it was overwhelming in the best way.

Sanemi’s lips found yours again, this time slower, more deliberate, as if savoring the moment. His grip on your waist tightened, his movements bolder now, trailing along the inside of your shirt.

You could feel the heat radiating off him, his strength beneath your hands, and—most unmistakably—the firm bulge pressing against you. The realization made left you dizzy, and a wave of heat flushed through your entire body, pooling low in your abdomen.

Your thighs instinctively pressed around his waist, but it only seemed to intensify the sensation, the growing wetness between your legs impossible to ignore. Sanemi’s hands gripped your waist, thrusting up against you.

"Feel that?" he murmured. "That’s what you do to me, pretty girl." He held you in place as he thrust forward a few more times, letting out an almost feral groan. You left a pool of slick across his pants, yet he refused to let up. Your moans and whimper only fueling him to continue. You found yourself grinding into him shamelessly.

""You’re so damn responsive," he muttered, his voice rough with want as his lips trailed along your jawline. "Keep moving like that, and I won’t be able to hold back," he warned, his tone a mix of teasing and raw hunger.

You swallowed hard, your breath coming in shaky gasps as you fought to process what was happening. The friction, the heat, the undeniable tension between you—it was overwhelming. Intoxicating.

Sanemi’s lips were rougher this time, as if trying to convey everything he couldn’t put into words. His tongue slid against yours, his kiss claiming, dominating, leaving no doubt in your mind about how much he wanted you.

"You’re mine," he reaffirmed against your lips, his voice possessive, his hands pulling you even closer as if to fuse you together. "Every damn part of you."

A soft, breathless moan escaped your lips, filling the room as you instinctively ground against him. The friction sent another jolt of pleasure through your body, making your thighs quiver. You couldn’t stop yourself, couldn’t control the way your body responded to him. His eyes were locked on your every move, memorizing.

"That’s my girl," he growled, guiding your movements with firm hands. Your moans grew louder as you moved against him, the hardness beneath you growing each second.

"Keep going," his voice low and rough, laced with barely restrained hunger. "You feel so good, so perfect. Don’t stop."

His lips trailed along your skin, kissing and nipping gently as his hands roam, sliding beneath your haori to touch the bare skin beneath. Each touch rougher than the last.

Sanemi’s lips brushed against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. His words came out rough and desperate, thick with unrestrained need. "You’re driving me insane, you know that? I need more. I need all of you."

Before you could form a response, Sanemi moved with a speed and intensity that left you breathless. In a blur, he had you pinned beneath him on the bed, his body hovering over yours, his eyes burning with an almost feral intensity.

His hands worked quickly, expertly, removing the layers of your clothing as if they were a barrier keeping him from what he craved most.

"Is this what you want?" he muttered, exposing more of your flushed skin to his hungry gaze. "I want to see all of you. Every inch."

Your breath hitched as the cool air met your skin, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from him. His hands roamed over your body as he drank in the sight of you. His gaze softened for just a moment, his fingers brushing against your cheek as if grounding himself in the moment.

"You’re perfect," he murmured, his voice quiet but filled with an unshakable conviction. Before you could even process his words, his lips were on yours again. His kisses trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to leave a mark—his mark. His hands moved with purpose, exploring every curve and dip, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

"You’re mine," he growled against your skin, his voice raw with possessiveness. "Every part of you. No one else gets to see this. No one else gets to have this."

The way he kept saying it made your heart race and your body ache with need. You had no doubt that Sanemi meant every word he said—that in his eyes, you were his, completely and utterly.

Sanemi’s fingers curled around the edge of your panties, his movements slow and deliberate as he pulled them back, exposing you completely to his gaze. His eyes darkened, the intensity in them making your breath hitch and your cheeks flush even deeper, if that was even possible.

"So pretty." Your head turned away almost embarrassed. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, each word dripping with raw intensity. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

The question sent a heatwave through you, your body tensing beneath him. His words boarding on teasing and admiration, demanding a response yet daring you to deny what you both knew you wanted.

Your voice trembled as you struggled to speak, your body betraying you with how it leaned into his touch. "Y-yes," you finally whispered, barely audible, but it was enough.

Sanemi’s lips curled into a smug, wicked smirk as he tilted his head, his fingers tightening slightly on your skin. "Say it louder," he murmured, his tone challenging, his breath brushing against your ear. "I want to hear you beg for it, pretty girl."

His hands slid higher on your thighs, left your heart pounding and your body burning with need. You couldn’t deny him—not when every fiber of your being screamed for more, for him.

Your voice cracked as you finally managed to stammer out, "Y-yes, please... please I want you to fuck me." The desperation in your tone made Sanemi’s smirk grow even darker, his satisfaction evident as he heard you give in completely.

"Such a good student," Sanemi muttered, his voice low and rough, thick with approval. His fingers dug into your thighs, holding you firmly in place as he leaned closer, his breath hot against your neck. "Good, good girl," he growled, his words dripping with both praise and possession, making your body tremble beneath him.

"Say your mine." His restraint slipping by the second. You barely managed to breathe out, "I’m yours," your voice trembling as he lined his erection against your damp core.

"That’s right," he growled, his voice rough and thick with emotion. "All mine."

He thrust into you, sheathing fully inside your clenching pussy. You whimper at the friction, consumed by the stretch.

"All fucking mine."

p1. p.4

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[who-can-touch-my-boob]

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[getsuuna]

Can we politely talk about *some* SaneKana shippers...

I would normally address how toxic they tend to be and the ridiculous amount of misinformation they spread, which not only misleads the (mostly new) fans, but also heavily mischaracterizes both Sanemi and Kanae, ESPECIALLY Sanemi though because he's really complex and the misinformation just misses the entire fxcking point of the way he's written and it's enraging to say the least

..however, it's starting to be common knowledge that they're insufferable, but something that is bugging me right now is that they're getting sexualized lately. and almost no one seems to complain.

There's recent VIRAL videos, either animations or cosplays who want to allude that they'd "get freaky" or that Kanae wants to get undressed when he sees him or something...am I overreacting or gagging a little is a fair reaction to this?

They were MINORS.

No matter how much I might not like Kanae as a character, I find it baffling when she's sexualized or mischaracterized by anyone. Kanae was created for Shinobu. Kanae is Shinobu's fuel, her motive, the reason behind her grief and her anger and her overall initial character development and the way she planned her own demise all revolved around her older sister. Kanae exists for Shinobu, not to be any man's love interest.

Let's also be fr, Kanae was more of a mother to Sanemi rather than a love interest, they had heavy platonic subtext in the 1 and half interactions that they had. Romanticizing the Light Novel's interaction specifically, would mean projecting Œdipus complex onto Sanemi, which is absolutely messed up considering the amount of people I've seen justify that with "but it was her hands!" who do you think that touch belongs to? would you think about your dad or any family member if a person you like touched you?

But that's besides the point, I respect the ship per se and I acknowledge it's 100% up to the viewer's interpretation; but if you're one of the shippers who overlooks Sanemi's character, sexualizes and mischaracterizes their bond and water down Kanae's character to "she's the girl that Sanemi likes" AND/OR even spread misinformation and consider them as canon while harassing other shippers then please take several seats.

I'm usually very chill about ships, rarepairs, anything as long as it's legal, but this behavior from shippers is where I draw the line + those ShinoGiyuu shippers who also do the exact same thing to Giyuu and Shinobu, and I kinda like them as a pair so I'm not being biased here.

If you're one of the normal SaneKana shippers don't take it as an attack, it's not about you🫶🏻 as much as my opinion on this ship is complex as I only like them if we consider them as a platonic duo, I totally respect those few sane shippers and multishippers I've encountered

This being said, I hope we can all agree that sexualizing minors is disgusting ⛹🏻‍♀️

[petitelepus]

Vampire hunter male reader.

Male reader signed up for the hunting job because he thought it would be fun. Only for his reality's to be crushed when he get kidnapped but vampire sanemi and used as food

Summary: You’re super weak Vampire Hunter, but you think you found an easy job! Wrong! You get abducted by a fearsome Hashira! What will happen to you?

Warnings: Blood Sucking, Guns, Abduction

A/N:  Reader, Male Reader, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Vampire, Vampire Hunter

You were majorly screwed. You had been at the vampire hunter's guild, spending time there and waiting for the perfect job for you to appear, and just as you were losing hope, some greater force blessed you with a job.

It was a very simple job, to hunt a vampire. It wasn't new in your line of business, but you weren't so strong and you thought you were better off hunting weaker vampires. You know, weak against weak and so on.

You honestly thought it would be fun and easy money, but you soon realized just how badly you underestimated this gig. You made it to the area where they said that the vampire had been lurking around…

"What the fuck is this!?"

But you didn't expect to run into one of the most fearest vampires there was. A Hashira with wild hair, white as fresh snow, covered with scars and eyes so sharp they could pierce one's soul.

This vampire radiated power and his glare was the fiercest one you had ever seen, making even you shiver in your boots. The vampire close to you, the weaker one, was shivering visibly in the presence of a stronger vampire.

"I came to see who has been hunting on my territory and I find some weak-ass vampire and a pathetic hunter here!?" The Hashira snapped and the weak vampire immediately dropped on their knees and pressed their forehead against the ground.

"F- Forgive me, Master! I- I didn't realize this was your territory!" The vampire apologized furiously as they begged for their life. Maybe you should have done the same, but you were frozen in your place in fear.

The Hashira scowled, showing off his sharp fangs that seemed to gleam in the moonlight, "Tch! Get the fuck out of here and never show your fucking face to me ever again!"

"Y- Yes!" The weaker vampire struggled to get up and as soon as they got their legs under them, they ran off faster than you have ever seen anyone run. Another example you should have followed, because as soon as the weak vampire was gone, Hashira's attention was on you.

"And who the fuck are you, thinking that you can just march in on my territory!?" He snapped as he looked at you up and down, taking in your terrified form and he smirked, "You're scared shitless, aren't you?"

"I- I-!" You swallowed as you tried to collect the small amount of courage you had, "I- I'm not scared!"

"Really?" The Hashira's smirk grew as he took a step towards you and you flinched, immediately making the vampire laugh, "Ha ha, at least your body is honest!"

"S- Sh-!" You shook your head, "S- Shut up!"

You were trembling like a rabbit in front of a ferocious wolf. A fitting image, you were still a fairly new hunter and this vampire was every vampire hunter's nightmare. If you ever made it out alive, you would see nightmares from this very night.

Hell, you might even resign from the hunter's guild and start living like an ordinary man. Find someone to love and marry, maybe get a kid or two, experience the pleasure of living and growing old, and then dying peacefully while surrounded by your loved ones.

Those were nice dreams to have, but this wasn't really the moment to think about them. In order to fulfill those dreams, you would have to survive this night and this meeting with the very feared Hashira.

"You dare to raise your voice at me?" He didn't sound or look pissed, but he did sound and look amused, "Many in your shoes would have fainted, run away, or attacked me… Yet here you are, standing before me!"

You weren't sure if he was mocking or praising you? Most likely both, but you had a feeling he was leaning more towards mocking.

"For a coward, you got guts," The vampire sneered at you, "I should reward your… Bravery…?"

"I- I-!" You may have been weak and scared, but you were not a coward!

"I- I'm not a c- coward!" You exclaimed as loud as you dared to shout and suddenly the whole world around you fell silent. The wind wasn't blowing, crickets put their violins away, and not even an owl cooed.

"You know what?" The vampire suddenly broke the heavy silence and approached you, "I'm pretty hungry… Might as well feast a little…!"

You winched, thinking that your mouth had earned you a one-way trip to Hell.

With whatever courage you had left, you used it to grab your gun and raise it towards the Hashira.

"D- Don't come closer!"

"A gun?" The vampire scowled, but despite your warning, he kept walking towards you… Until he was right in front of you.

Your hands holding the gun were shaking like crazy and you knew it wouldn't take much to unarm you, yet the dangerous creature before you did none.

"If you want to kill me, then you better aim somewhere vital," The vampire scoffed as he grabbed your gun's muzzle and moved it effortlessly against his chest, "Heart…"

You watched eyes wide how he moved the muzzle again and pressed it in the middle of his forehead, "Or head."

You had it. A perfect chance to kill a Hashira and earn yourself some credit amongst the vampire hunters. There would no doubt be a nice reward for taking out one of the strongest and most feared vampires. You could use that money to retire and fulfill those normal dreams you had!

…

Yet you couldn't bring yourself to pull the trigger. Your hands went limp as they fell on your sides, the gun slipping from your hold and landing on the forest floor. You couldn't do it, you couldn't kill him…

"Nothing?" He scoffed at you and you shook your head weakly. This was it, you were going to die because you couldn't take a life offered to you on a platter.

…But instead of finishing you off, the vampire grabbed you by the back of your shirt and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"I'm taking you with me…!" The vampire growled as he started to carry you like you weighed nothing, "You're going to be my meal plan for the next couple of decades…!"

"W- what!?" You were royally screwed, "H- Hold it- You can't just-!"

"Too fucking loud!" The Hashira snapped and he put you down long enough to snap his hand at the back of your head, knocking you unconscious…

Hours later, you were starting to wake up.

As you slowly regained your consciousness, you noticed that it was dark, like, really dark. You rubbed your eyes, thinking that maybe you were still partly unconscious, but it didn't help at all.

You felt a cool breeze to bring you to goose bump and you realized that you were naked!

Hold on, no, you had your clothes on, but your jacket was gone as were your shoes. That, and wherever you were, you were extremely comfortable. It took longer than you were proud to admit to realize that you were on a bed.

"W- What the Hell…?" You frowned as you tried to look around and finally, the lights switched on and you had to shield your eyes as the light burned you.

"Finally awake, I see!"

You flinched and turned to see the Hashira glaring at you from the other side of the small room.

"You certainly took your sweet fucking time!" The strong vampire snapped and you flinched as you looked around for a quick way to escape, but based on the view from the window, you were at least on the second floor and you didn't feel like breaking your legs in a fall.

"W- Why am I here?" You asked as you turned to look at the vampire, and he grinned, showing his sharp teeth and you felt a cold shiver go through your whole body.

"I told you, didn't I?" He started as he pushed himself away from the wall and approached you. Your body was screaming for you to run, but your nerves had you froze on your spot on the bed.

The Hashira reached towards you and you flinched as he roughly grabbed your chin and made you move your head as he pleased.

"You're my meal plan for the next decades…!" He frowned, "Or as long as I still find you useful and convenient to me."

"W- Why!?" You cried out, "Why me!? Why did you take me!?"

"Why the fuck not?" He asked right back at you, "You were there, I got hungry. Now you are going to feed me like a nice little human you are or you can put up a fight, but I can't guarantee your safety if you choose to act stupid."

Was he threatening you? Because it certainly sounded like that!

"What do you say?" The vampire scowled as he let go of your chin, "Are you a nice human or a stupid one?"

Neither! You wanted to shout at him that you didn't want to become his living and walking blood bag, but you wanted to live more than anything and if it meant that you let him drink your blood daily then so be it.

"A- Alright…" You nodded in defeat, "I'll do as you say…"

"Good, because I'm starving…!" The Hashira growled and you found yourself trembling as he grabbed you and pulled your shirt's neckline down, revealing your neck to him.

"Hold still and it won't hurt…!" He ordered, but you found it extremely hard to stay still, especially when he was licking your neck. An act that made you think that maybe you were a little sweaty and he wanted to clean you up before the bite.

The Hashira removed his tongue from you and you closed your eyes as you forced yourself to relax, fearing and dreading the painful bite…!

"P- Please, at least tell me when you are going to bite me…?" You asked, wanting to prepare yourself mentally, but you received no answer… Until you felt him growl and you opened your eyes and saw from the corner of your eye that he already had his fangs pierce your delicate skin.

How you didn't feel anything? Were you losing that much blood? Impossible, he just bit you!

Your breath got caught in your throat as you felt your shirt's neckline grow wet and you realized that some blood must have leaked down your neck and on the clothing.

You wondered how long and how much he would drink. As seconds turned into a minute, you started to fear for your safety, but just as you were about to voice out your worries, the Hashira delivered one final suck before pulling his fangs out.

You could faintly feel him lick the spot he bit into before he groaned and pulled his away from your neck for good.

"There, that should do for now," He grunted as he licked his bloody lips and what he couldn't get he wiped with the back of his hand, "Your shirt got bloody but I think we are about the same size so I can borrow you something to wear."

Were you really going to be here that long that you would have to borrow his clothes? The idea and the mild loss of blood made you feel dizzy and you went limp and let your body fall against the soft mattress.

"Oi, wake up! I know I didn't suck enough blood for you to die!" The Hashira snapped at you and you groaned as you forced your heavy eyelids open.

"I'm…" You sighed, "I feel fatigued…"

"That's because you lost about 10% of your blood." The vampire rolled his eyes as he got up and moved towards the room's entrance, "Hold on, and don't move!"

"Where could I even go…" You grumbled quietly by yourself-!

"I heard that!" The Hashira snapped again and you pressed your lips tightly shut. A moment passed as you rested on the soft bed. At one point, you raised your hand and gently touched the point that your captor had bitten…

But there were no wounds or bitemarks, whatsoever. Only dried blood that came off with a little rubbing.

"Hey, don't touch that!"

You flinched as you sat up way too quickly, the whole room spinning in your eyes. You groaned as you were about to collapse back on the bed, but before you could do so, the vampire grabbed you and held you upright.

"Stupid, don't move too much!" He snapped and you apologized quietly but then your nose caught a scent of something absolutely delicious and you looked to see a bowl of soup of some sort in the vampire's other hand.

"W- What is that?" You asked and the Hashira scowled, "Soup."

"F- For me?"

"Who else!?" He snapped and as soon as he was sure you wouldn't fall over again, he handed you the soup and a spoon, "Eat and regain your strength!"

"I…" You accepted the warm bowl and nodded, "Thank you…"

"Don't thank me, I just abducted you and drank your blood…!"

You hummed as you scooped some soup and ate it… And it was absolutely delicious. You weren't sure what kind of soup it was, but it had nice smokey and meaty taste to it. After the first spoonful, you couldn't control yourself, you gobbled the soup down as if your life depended on it.

"Hey hey, there is no hurry!" Your captor shouted, "I don't want you to choke!"

"Sorry-!" You apologized as you slowed down a little. Soon, the bowl was empty and you felt warm and full and so nice and tired.

"Do you want more?" The Hashira asked as he grabbed your empty bowl and you shook your head, your hunger sated.

He nodded as he put the bowl on the nightstand, but before he could do anything, you had to ask, "A-Are you really going to keep me here for decades?"

"Why the fuck not? You're young and your blood is tasty," He said before he suddenly glared at you, "Also, you're the weakest hunter I've ever faced! You wouldn't survive out there! Really, I'm doing you a favor you weak-ass excuse of a hunter!"

"Oh…" You nodded as you lowered your gaze, "I see…"

He had a point there. You were weak and even when presented with a chance to take him down, you had yelded and dropped your gun. That, and you had let yourself be abducted by this vampire.

"Don't look like I just kicked a puppy!" He snapped, "If you act nicely and do what I tell you, I might take you out to do shopping and such!"

"Oh," You blinked. You didn't expect that answer. "Why?"

"Why!?" He frowned, "You can't use my clothes forever and we need to get some food for you to eat!"

"Oh," You nodded, "I see. That makes sense."

"Hell yes, it does!" He growled, "Act nicely and I'll reward you. Piss me off and your ass is grass!"

"Ah, understood," You nodded, taking his words to your heart.

"Good, now get some rest! You had a rough day," The Hashira grunted as he picked up the empty bowl and moved to leave the room, but before he could get far, you called after him, "Can I ask something?"

"What?"

"I never caught your name…?"

The Hashira glared at you like he was wondering if you deserved to know his name, but finally, he grunted, "Sanemi Shinazugawa."

"Thank you," You smiled a little as you introduced yourself. Sanemi nodded and moved to leave, but you called after him again, "Sanemi?"

"What!?"

"How… How were you certain I wouldn't shoot?" You had to know. What was it in you that assured him that you wouldn't take his life?

"I knew you wouldn't," Sanemi frowned, "You aren't a killer."

Your eyes widened as you heard his reason and you… Somehow you felt relieved and lighter. He was right, you weren't a killer, vampire or not, you could never take anyone's life.

"I see. Thank you," You nodded and the Hashira frowned stubbornly as he turned to leave, but just as he was about to leave your room, he smirked.

"Also, your safety was on."

[alshamswelnahr]

sanekana on the brain

[kyojurismo]

sanemi who has to love you from afar.

sanemi who watches over you, making sure you’re safe and no one is gonna hurt you.

sanemi who feels his heart ache whenever he sees you smile with other people, knowing that your smile will never be for him; conscious that your eyes full of happiness and joy will never look into his own.

sanemi who has to keep his anger under control if someone is disrespecting you because he can’t come to help you, it’s not his place to do so and never will.

sanemi who smiles if you’re happy; feels his chest tightening if you’re crying; can feel his heart beat fast against his ribcage if you’re wearing a new kimono, one that makes you shine even brighter than usual.

sanemi who deep inside is praying for muzan and all the demons to disappear so he would he able to come to you and ask you to love him.

sanemi who leaves flowers and sweet food on your engawa, but never leaving a letter or something to reveal who’s doing all that.

sanemi who has to love you from afar to keep you safe.

[chromateclipse]

For the love of my life, Sanemi Shinazugawa, you will always have my heart.

[jejesart]

my works for snkn gysn zine i did some years ago lol

[distrxst]

Sanemi vc tomioka why does that freak call you babygirl.

" how about we stop talking for a while . "

still laughing abt this LMAO

[peachdues]

IM GOING INSANE

ty @selkiipon I am salivating

[itskenickie]

stealing this from @kokonutcat lol (hope you dont mind 💕)

Put your 4 favourite characters from 4 pieces of media as options and let your tumblr pals decide which one best suits your vibe then tag 4 people

tagging: @cregan-starks @cest-la-vie-ma-copine @cforbes @arkgoz and anyone else who’d like to try 🥰

[lesbiansanemi]

I will say though, I think disliking all the big giyuu ships in kny mostly stems from the fact that I hc giyuu as aroace and just don’t really see or like shipping him with anyone

[tanjir0se]

Finally FINALLY finished this chap of Love Me Mercilessly that has been KILLING me (cause I realized I had to write Plot..gross) so now I can move on to the scene that made me want to write this in the first place finally!! Baby Sanemi cutting Baby Genya’s hair into his silly little mohawk (but what if the Mohawk was a metaphor for trauma. I’m an idiot)