#sanemi x reader

[moechies]

men that just loveee when you scream during sex. especially if it’s something you’re embarrassed of — shy that you’re so damn vocal when you get it good but he loves it. it shows how well he’s tending to your needs, just how well he’s pampering you just as you need it.

listening to your whines and breathy moans develop into pitched screams as your grappling at the sheets is heaven sent. your disheveled in his grasp, globs of tears streaming down your face and hair a mess as your hands scramble for purchase. one drags down the meaty muscle of his bicep, the other one clinging tightly to the cushion of your shared mattress.

the moment he feels his raw, hot tip plunge against your spongy cervix your back arches high, and your lips part to sound a loud scream as you squeal his name. he grits his teeth, lips curved into a mischievous smile trying to stray from cumming right then and there. his thrusts are brutal, painful almost — but you take it all.

his groans are guttural, panting in intervals manually because the feeling of your plush cunt sucking around his cock, his tip kissing at your cervix, your nails scratching down his tender skin, and your sweet, drained screams ringing in his ears has him struggling to breathe.

“n—no more! no more!” you yell, foot coming up to push away at his abdomen. it does nothing but urge him closer to you, laying his body atop of yours until he feels your hot skin and perky tits against his chest. “don’t try to resist it, just let it happen. i know how much you love this shit.”

you arch your back, throwing your head back into the plush pillow when his thrusts never slow, and you can feel your body losing to his as you rise to your fourth orgasm from pure penetration tonight!

“can’t—! can’t cum ‘nymore! no, no!”

“you can, shut up. i know you can.” he growls, and it makes you cry even harder, screams reverberating around the room as you shove weakly at his shoulder.

“three more, ‘n then we’re done, cmon. give it to me now or i’ll make it four darlin.’”

˖ ࣪⊹ sanemi shinazugawa, uzui tengen, giyuu tomioka, toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, sae itoshi, shidou ryusei, shohei barou + your favs!

[ponderingmoonlight]

Sanemi losing his shit after realizing you were dragged into the Infinity Castle

Pairing: Sanemi x fiancé!reader

Word Count: 1,6k

Synopsis: You promised to stay behind. He promised he’d come back to you alive. But when you’re suddenly pulled into the heart of the Infinity Castle, everyhting's turned upside down.

Warnings: ohhh I LOVED that teaser y'all, did you see how Obanai literally sprinted to be on Mitsuri's side? That's exactly what I imagined here hehehehe, go have a lil fluff with your soon-to-be husband <3

His instructions were too clear to ignore.

„Stay right where you are, got it? If I catch you out there, I’ll beat the shit out of you. Promise it, jerk.”

“Fine, I promise. Even though I know you’d never beat me.”

“Don’t count on it.”

And even though you couldn’t help but pout at his rough tone, you did exactly what he told you and waited for him at your estate. After all, he told you it will be over after this night, that he won’t be a demon slayer when he returns.

You believed him. How could you not, given the fact that your fiancé is none other than the wind hashira, Sanemi Shinazugawa? The man you always despised but ended up loving instead. The man who seems as cold as ice on the outside but treats you like a princess when no one’s watching. Never in your life, you imagined quitting your work as a demon slayer to become a housewife. Not in a million years, not for a single person on this planet, you would’ve gave up your independence.

Until that jerk came around.

“Don’t worry, (y/n). I’ll kill enough of them fucking creatures for both of us.”

And you believed him. God, you believed every single word that white-haired maniac said. But somehow, you ended up breaking your own promise.

You went from changing into your sleepwear to finding yourself free-falling without ground in sight within the blink of an eye.

Out of instinct, you hold onto the little knife you always keep on your body for dear life, eyes scanning around the area with no real aim. You’ve never seen a place like this, never felt a more overwhelming aura. After years of slaying demons, the stinging smell in the air alone is enough to send a shiver down your spine.  

“What on earth is that place?”

Like you have to ask that question. Your stomach drops below your knees, you can’t help but swallow hard against that tension that builds up deep in your throat. That’s exactly what Sanemi was talking about earlier on, the final battle. And you’re falling straight in the middle of it.

It‘s been years since the last time you’ve held a sword, years since you’ve actually found peace with leaving this part of your life in your past, years since that overwhelming sickness haunted after you. And yet, you have no other choice.

The air is thick with screams, smoke and the stench of blood. Just before you have time to realize it, your body slams into the ground harder than expected, your ankle twisting beneath the impact with a merciless snap. You cry out, barely having time to gather your bearings before a monstrous shriek rips through the darkness.

A demon charges at you with teeth like pointy blades and eyes burning with starvation.

Your fingers fly to your waist, ready to meet the handle of your tiny knife that’s still better than nothing.

Gone.

Your knife, your only defense, is missing.

Panic swells in your chest as you scramble backward, dirt caking your hands, adrenaline drowning your thoughts. The demon lunges. You squeeze your eyes shut. No, this can’t be happening. You can’t just die out here, not like this. Did you really lose your knife like a lousy beginner? What would Sanemi think if he saw you here like this? Would he be sad, disappointed even? Both of you met during your times within the corps, he learned to love that wild and reckless side of yours. What would he say, seeing you standing here with your glossy eyes squeezed shut, desperately grabbing onto the air where your knife would have been?

“I’m sorry, Sanemi…”

You wait for it. The stinging pain of teeth digging deep into your flesh, the lights in your head slowly but surely getting dimmer.

But it never reaches you.

THWACK.

Instead, a gust of wind explodes past you, slicing the demon’s head clean off. Its body crashes beside you with a wet thud. Did you just…dream that? But you didn’t do anything, you didn’t see anyone earlier. There’s no way someone was able to reach you that fast.

And then you hear it - his voice.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?!”

You crack your eyes open. Sanemi’s standing over you, blade in hand, face redder than the blood soaking the ground while he stares down at you. His white hair is wild, his veins bulging, his lavender eyes glow with a fury that chills you more than the demon ever could. Suddenly, your near-death experience fading into the background.

“I told you to stay put! I told you!” he roars, grabbing your arm and yanking you to your feet, almost lifting you off the ground.

“I didn’t-!” you start, but he doesn’t let you finish.

“You promised, (y/n)! What the hell were you thinking?! This isn’t some damn training exercise. This is war!”

His voice cracks slightly and with it, so does your heart.

“You could’ve been killed!”

You’re about to snap back, because yes, he’s right, but his tone still stings and it’s absolutely not your fault you ended up here - until you see the way his hand trembles on your arm. He’s not just angry. He’s terrified. What does all of this look like from his view? Like you decided to go against your promise, like you don’t give a damn about his worries?

“I don’t even know how I got here,” you reply quietly, hand clutching his wrist in order to stop yourself from shooting back at him.

“I changed into my sleepwear, and the next thing I knew, I was falling. I think someone sent me here.”

Sanemi’s eyes narrow, his eyes dart around the area. The fallen slayers, the chaos as far as the eye can see. Those aren’t the demon slayers who agreed on accompanying the hashira on their mission. No, some of them aren’t even able to lift up their sword correctly, get whipped from this earth without even putting up a real fight. You can see the moment it clicks, the moment he slowly but surely starts to realize what’s going on.

"...No," he whispers.

"What?"

“It’s not just you.”

His voice is lower now. Dead serious.

“Everyone’s here. Even slayers who already quit, the rookies who fight like trash... Some of them shouldn’t even be able to fight anymore.”

You swallow thickly.

“You mean…?”

“They dropped every last one of us into this hellhole. They want a final purge.”

Sanemi releases your arm and runs a hand through his hair. He’s trying to stay calm, to think like the hashira he is. But when his eyes meet yours again, that cool command vanishes - replaced by raw fear. This is not a place for his fiancé. Didn’t he promise you that he’ll get home save, that the two of you will live a peaceful life after tonight? What if…what if something happens to you? What if he won’t be able to save you?

No. He can’t let that happen. There’s no way in hell that he’ll let a demon even touch you.

“I’m gonna say this once, and you're gonna listen for real this time.”

He steps closer, resting both hands on your shoulders, firm but shaking. You can’t help but rest your hands against his chest. Usually, his steady heartbeat is what lures you to sleep at night. But his heart is racing, your nerves are tingling and you know there’s only one way to make it out alive.

“You don’t leave my side. Not for a second. Got it?”

You nod, but his eyes blaze harder.

“No. Say it.”

“I won’t leave your side.”

“Again.”

“I won’t leave your side, Sanemi.”

He pulls you into his chest so suddenly you gasp. His arms wrap around you like armor, almost too tight and yet not tight enough. Out of instinct, you wrap your arms around him, crawl your fingers into his back in a desperate attempt to steady yourself. When he cups your chin and presses his lips against yours, you fail to exist for a moment. He brushes over you like he tries to memorize you like a map, like you might vanish into thin air if he doesn’t keep you close. Over and over, his mouth clashes against yours despite the ringing of destruction somewhere far away in your ears, holds you so close to him that you can feel his heartbeat vibrate right through you.

“You don’t get to die here,” he growls into your parted lips. “I gave up everything so you could live, damn it. I’ll carve a thousand demons apart if I have to, but you’re getting out of this with me. You understand me?”

Your fingers curl into the back of his haori. You can feel his heart slamming against your cheek while you press yourself even harder against him.

“Then you don’t get to die either,” you mutter into the fabric.

Sanemi’s silence is heavy until a low chuckle escapes his lips.

“…I won’t. Not if you're watching. After all, dying in front of my fiancé sounds like trash.”

Another demon scream erupts in the distance. Sanemi grabs your hand and though your knife is lost, he places one of his spare blades into your palm.

“Let’s go, princess,” he mutters, trying to mask the shake in his voice.

“Time to survive this nightmare.”

Together.

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[toomanyfandoms04]

Literally speachless

18+, MDNI, Shinazugawa Sanemi is a filthy monster

Full of hot air. Annoying piece of shit, waste of time--

You and Sanemi approached the safehouse, scraped and bloody and pissed off. You felt every scrap of annoyance as an electric frisson over your skin, made irritatingly worse every time he brushed against you.

You stuck a palm out, trying to shove him further away from you, and only succeeded in shoving yourself further from him, so bizarrely immovable was he. His face, already stormy, snarled.

"What's your fucking problem?"

"Stay out of my space Shinazugawa--"

"--you're the one fucking staggering--"

"--yeah, well, it's hard carrying the whole team--"

Sanemi laughed, mirthless. Now bracketed by arching wisteria, in a tunnel to the door, he hammered his fist on dark wood, turning his back to you.

"Yeah, alright kid, the circus called--"

"What the fuck are you talking about, Shinazugawa--"

"--yeah, yeah, they want their clown back--"

The pair of you were too busy bickering, sniping and biting, to thank the elderly woman who let you in. She rubbed a single wizened hand down her face.

As you stormed away to the baths, the old woman caught Sanemi, saying something to him that made him spit feathers, apoplectic and vengeful. You didn't care to listen, and instead shut the sliding door, sunk yourself into the awaiting hot bath, and stuck your head briefly underwater to scream.

Somewhat calmed, but still brittle and fractious, you encased your body in a fine white robe, leaving your clothes aside to be de-bloodied by the house staff. Stepping out, you were greeted by the old woman who had welcomed you inside.

"Come along, dear. It's a good thing you two are married, I only had one room--"

You frowned, uncertain, and about to open your mouth to argue back before being unceremoniously shoved into a room, the woman a little too eager to escape from you before you could throw vitriol at her.

You turned on the spot, flustered, in a handsome traditional room. A large, squashy bedroll lay upon the floor...and Sanemi sat upon it, looking pugnacious and nonchalant.

"...get out of my fucking room, Shina--"

"Shut the fuck up. It's our room for the night."

You faltered, short-circuiting and drawing your robe closer to yourself, feeling so naked. Sanemi continued, stripping his uniform top off, throwing it aside. You felt yourself flush hot from head to toes, despite yourself, at his chest and back, all hewn stone and sculpture. He still didn't look at you as he continued.

"They only had one room. They were about to turn us away, so I convinced them we're married. You're welcome."

You fizzlecracked with rage, burning with mortification.

"You? Married to you?"

Sanemi bristled, offended. "What the fuck's that supposed to mean--"

"Oooo I'm your little wifey now am I? Lucky little Sanemi, so fortunate to have such a lovely wife protecting him in battle--"

"--you are such a pain in the ass--"

"--I'll be your dutiful wife, shall I? Here, let me take your clothes, dear one, I shall wash them--"

Sanemi stood slowly now, his shoulders hunched beneath something dark, approaching you like a tiger on the hunt. You continued your relentless mockery, furious at having to share a room with him, as if you could hide how badly you dreamed of him at night, when you weren't tearing each other to shreds--

"--cook meals for you, rub your shoulders and listen to all your woes. Such a perfect little wife--"

You felt yourself shoved back to the wall, squeaking as Sanemi's sweat and blood filled your nose. One strong hand clamped over your mouth, a forearm planted above your head. He panted, seething under your constant barrage of abuse.

His voice was so low, you could barely hear but for the tickle of his breath on your neck, and you shivered to feel him lock you in place, planting a knee between your legs.

"Yeah. That's it. You'll be my little wife. And I'll be your doting husband...if you don't want to sleep in the fucking forest for the night."

You trembled, raising your hands to press weakly at his chest, certain you couldn't hide it now, the longing behind the mockery--

Sanemi didn't move, a shudder running through him as your palms grazed against his nipples. His voice continued, gravelly under the strain of your plush body, caged against his.

"I'll listen to you tell me about your day...and I'll be interested, too. I'll actually listen."

You felt a blush smatter across your breasts, barely contained by your robe and not unnoticed by Sanemi as he continued.

"I'll tell you I missed you...and you'll take the piss out of me like always, but it's just because you missed me too and can't find the words to say it."

Your breaths came hot and fast, tear-filled eyes glimmering up at him as he deconstructed you, foreplay through playing house.

"And I'll pull you close...much closer than this...more like this--" Sanemi pressed his whole body flush to yours, and you groaned. Sanemi caught it in his palm, feeling his cock harden against his thigh at you, trapped like a little rabbit beneath him.

"And I'll kiss you...until you're squirming, and begging me for more. And I'm a devoted husband, so I'll undo your robe...and slip my hands inside to squeeze you so hard, you bruise, until you're all wet and peachy for me..."

Your head swam, feeling yourself wetten as if by some Pavlovian magic. You clamped your thighs around Sanemi's knee, his eyes dark to feel the heat of your empty core against him.

"...and I'll get you ready with my fingers...'cos I'm big, y'know? And you're great at taking me...but I like to feel your cunt shaking around my hand, while I fuck you with it."

Your fingernails pressed crescents into his pecs, now, supple and pliable against the wall as he fucked the fight out of you with his words, all this time just tearing each other to shreds just to avoid telling him and now what for if it never worked all along were you always so fucking obvious--

"And then...I'll use some of that soaking little pussy cream to cover my cock, jack it off it a few times to get it ready for you, but I'll lick the rest off 'cos I know you like that--"

You moaned into Sanemi's palm, squirming hard enough to free one breast, and Sanemi cursed under his breath, his voice rough and wavering as he drank down your trembling curves.

"...and 'cos I'm your husband...I'll fuck into you all at once. And I'll fuck you, and fuck you, until you're yelling out my name, but it won't be Shinazugawa anymore 'cos that's your name, too, wife, it'll be Sanemi instead...or something like that, anyway, 'cos I'll be honest, you'll be too fucked out to talk properly when my cock's splitting you in half. Finally. A way to shut that fucking potty mouth of yours."

Your hands trailed up his chest, beginning to wrap around his neck, involuntarily rubbing your clit over his knee with a shaking moan, throbbing with the promise--

Sanemi released you, stepping away abruptly, leaving you cold and gasping and wet against the wall.

"As your husband, anyway. Not that I am. So shut the fuck up...and go to bed."

You sunk to the floor, stunned and speechless, unable to form a single comeback. You gasped up at Sanemi, his back to you as he undid his hakama. His head, all ruffled white spikes, came up once more with an ah! of realisation, and he shot his final, critical hit.

"...and I'd cum inside you. Obviously. Doting husbands like you all round and pretty and full of their seed, right?"

[annmaximoff18]

Sanemi is very peculiar when it comes to showing love.

- He doesn't show it like the others; he's brusque and clumsy. It's not that he doesn't love you, but he doesn't know how to show affection without seeming weak.

- He gives you gifts, even small ones. He gives them to you with a "Here you go, woman," and when you thank him, he says "Yes, yes, whatever," hiding his blushing face so you don't see it.

- He once saw you in his haori and felt his heart swell with pride and happiness.

- He also felt a throbbing in his penis.

- He trains you personally. In his words: "No one can train you better than me."

- He has no preference when it comes to training with other hunters, although he doesn't hit you in the face like the others.

- He also doesn't hit you as hard as the others. - If he sees other hunters approaching you, he gets revenge during training by hitting them harder if possible.

- He once saw Tanjiro give you a rice ball with a smile and the poor boy ended up knocked out in the medical wing.

-He blushed when you went on a mission together, pretending to be married and introducing yourself as Mrs. Shinahizawa.

-When the mission was over and you left your post, he still called you my wife.

-When Genya heard that, he was surprised and asked if it was true. You denied it, but you blushed a little. When he asked his brother, he said "someday." Now Genya sees them as husband and wife.

-One night, Sanemi, watching you sleep beside him, imagined a quiet life with you, his brother, and maybe children in a small house. At first, the idea terrified him, but now he wanted it with all his might. Maybe he'd do what Uzui did and retire too.

-One night, while you were having sex, he imagined you were pregnant with his baby, a little Shinahizawa, and it drove him crazy. You had so many orgasms that night that you didn't go to training the next day because your legs hurt so much.

-He likes it when you brush his hair, but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he takes his hands off you with a "Leave me alone, woman."

-Genya adores you because thanks to you, he and Sanemi reconciled and are now inseparable, but if Sanemi hurts you, he'll be a dead man.

+Sanemi was threatened by Genya, and although it made him laugh, he promised not to hurt you. He wouldn't hurt you for anything in the world, or well, not like that ;)

-Sanemi is rough in bed, wild, with bites, hickeys, and spanks.

-Sanemi loves it when you scratch him, and if you leave marks with your nails on his skin, he goes crazy and doesn't mind showing them to others, nor the bites or hickeys you give him.

-Sanemi is very rude during sex. He insults you and makes you beg for him. "Do you like that little whore?" "Tell me who you belong to, whore." "You're so desperate for my cock, you're pathetic." "Come on, bitch, beg for more."

-Sanemi loves putting his hands on your neck. He didn't do it before because he didn't know if you liked it, but once he did it, and it turned you on so much that you moaned louder and begged for more, you drove him crazy. Now you can't have sex without him putting his hands on your neck. He loves feeling your pulse in his hand and is proud that you trust him with your life.

-He's very overprotective. Whenever you go on missions together, he fights demons, but he still checks on you every now and then to see if you're okay, and he always saves you when a demon comes out to attack you.

-Although you're not a pillar, he respects you a lot. You're the first Hunter Sanemi respects and doesn't mistreat. The first time you met, you punched him when he called you weak. That surprised him; he didn't see it coming.

-Afterward, he got revenge for that punch.

-He used to be really hard on you during his training. He did it to ruin your life, but after that, he just wanted your attention, but he didn't know how. To achieve this, Mitsuri helped him.

- Mitsuri grew tired of seeing how Sanemi's pathetic attempts to ask you out always sounded more like threats than anything romantic: "Come with me or I'll kill you." "Just come here, woman, and don't make a sound."

- Secretly, he loves your clothes, but gets angry when other men stare at you too much. You've had to intervene in many fights.

- Sanemi is overly jealous and possessive. He doesn't want anyone to look at you or speak to you because, deep down, he's afraid you'll find someone better than him.

- Sanemi already has the names of his babies and how many he wants. He wants many, many Shinahizawas.

- He doesn't want his children to go through what he went through with his family; he's terrified of it happening, so he'll take it upon himself to kill all the demons and protect them at all costs.

-Genya and you are the most important thing in his life, he couldn't live a life without his family.

[peachdues]

challengers • sanemi x reader • suggestive at the end so MDNI • 0.7k

“Wrestle me.”

Sanemi raises an eyebrow at your raised arm and wiggling fingers. “We’re supposed to be training.”

“This is training.” You’re knelt before a flat-topped rock in the Wind Pillar’s training yard, sweat dotting your hairline and the back of your neck. “Strength training — and that’s your specialty, isn’t it?”

Your lover rolls his eyes but takes his seat across from you, though he keeps his arms folded firmly across the mass of his chest. “That means sparring. Not breaking your arm.”

“So certain you’ll win, Shinazugawa,” you tilt your head and flutter your eyelashes at him. “Or, perhaps, you’re scared you’ll lose without a sword in hand.”

If there’s one thing Sanemi Shinazugawa cannot let stand, it’s a challenge unanswered. His eyes shine with the fire of competition, now stoked and steadily burning, and Sanemi cannot let it go untended.

Sighing, he shakes his arms loose and rolls his head from side to side, cracking his neck. “Let’s do this. Then we spar.”

“Whatever you say, dearest.”

Scoffing, Sanemi slides his hand into yours, his fingers warm and thick with callouses. Smiling, you cover your joined hands, silently counting down in your head.

One.

Two.

Three.

The thick, corded muscles of Sanemi’s biceps bulge before the word go can leave your lips. Your arm gives a little under his force, and it takes more effort than you anticipated to brace against his strength.

You smile; Sanemi’s strength makes him a one-trick pony. You’ve got one more hidden up your sleeve.

You let your arm dip a centimeter more, and while Sanemi’s gaze is fixed wholly on your interlocked hands, your other sneaks up the front of your uniform shirt, nimbly undoing the first four buttons.

Sanemi’s eyes flick to you and his pupils blow wide. Faster than you can blink, his arm slackens and you drive his hand into the rock with a decisive thump!

He doesn’t notice; he’s too busy staring at your chest — your bare chest, now on display, the standard sarashi bindings worn by female slayers across the Corps, nowhere in sight.

Smug, you grin. “I win.”

Sanemi’s eyes are glassy and his lips are parted, but your tribulation shakes him out of his trance and he scowls. “That’s a dirty fuckin’ trick —“

“You’re a sore loser.”

“We’re outside,” he hisses, and he quickly scans the garden for any sign of life. “You mean you’ve been runnin’ around like that all damn day?”

“It’s quite freeing you know.” Your thumb smooths over the outside of his, his arm still limp beneath yours. “Maybe I was feeling inspired by you and wanted to know — oh!”

Abruptly, Sanemi rises to his feet and drags you up with him, oblivious to the way your feet catch on the rock as he hauls you across it and into him. Your right hand is still locked with his, but his left arm anchors firmly around your waist, forcing you to arch into him.

Your heart beats wildly against your sternum where your bared chest is now pressed to his.

“You think you hold all the cards, don’t you?” His arm squeezes your waist and his lips are close too close yet still too far from yours. “You pull this shit on missions?”

Oh, this is dangerous territory. But you’ve never been good at heeding caution. Especially when it comes to the Wind Pillar. “Maybe. Not all of us can rely on our big muscles and scary looks in battle.”

His mouth blooms into a wicked smile. “My muscles ain’t the only thing big about me, sweetheart — or have you forgotten?”

You can’t manage a response more than a mmph! as Sanemi hoists you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his hips. There, pressed right to the underside of your ass, is a thickness that makes your thighs twitch.

Still, you refuse to give him the upper hand. “Maybe I have. Maybe you should show me.”

Your eyes drop to his mouth and flick back up, expectant, but Sanemi only smirks. He leans close, lips parting like he’s readying to give into your demand, when he ducks down, opting instead to plant one, single kiss against your throat.

“Hey. Bird.” He calls to the crow lingering in the shadows of the trees surrounding his training yard. Sanemi pivots back toward the main structure of his estate with you wrapped around him. “Tell anyone who comes by to fuck off. I’m giving private lessons only today.”

[ririshead]

me when kny and jjk mens

[nisshoku-eclipse]

Can someone help me find what this KNY line is called. I've searched everywhere and this is the only photo I have, but no title to it. He's such a cutie, i simply can't pass up on that adorable face.

[serotonins-stuff]

He has no shame in pulling you by your belt loops. He never did.

. • ° • .

It's so hot to him how he can just tug you towards him so easily, all with the curl of one finger into your front belt loop, drawing you flush with practiced tenderness.

In public, his movements are subtle. You often find yourself gravitating into his warm arms, the familiar scent of his lotion ghosting off his skin. The loud and rustling city noises fade into a soft static hum.

When you're home, his palms trail with a rough, almost greedy edge, along the waistband of your shorts– his knuckles cool against the tender skin of your hipbones. He maintains eye contact –eyes half lidded, and legs spread in invitation.

You don’t know how much longer you can keep pretending his touch doesn’t undo you, how your breath catches, how your fingers twitch with the urge to touch back, how the rough fabric of his pants against your thighs sends shivers up your spine –especially when his gaze drags over your form like silk.

He exhales, low and rough.

“You have no idea what you do to me.”

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[bwabys-scenarios]

When Sanemi finally broke the news about having a wife, many of his colleagues seemed almost… worried for the woman. If you had been there, you may have been upset, because they didn’t know the Sanemi you knew.

Your Sanemi spent his nights fighting demons and his days in your arms, covering you in kisses and worshiping the ground you walk in. He was the most gentle a husband could be, holding your hand when you walked down flights of stairs and kissing the top of your head every chance he got.

Every single morning when he came back to you, he had something to show for it. Sometimes it was as simple as a piece of candy he bought while patrolling, or as extravagant as a shiny new hairpin or silk kimono. You would call yourself spoiled, but Sanemi would tsk and say you weren’t pampered nearly enough.

No one knew the gentleness of his hands, the soft caress of his lips like you did. Those hands that had slain so many demons held your hips down ever so gently as he fucked into you, promising that this time he’d give you that baby you so desperately wanted.

He’d kiss your temple after you were thoroughly stuffed with cum, then hold you close, tracing his finger along your belly. “That’s where our baby will be, sunshine.”

You couldn’t necessarily blame others for assuming your hulking man of a husband was a brute, he was covered in scars and had a resting bitch face to match, but you can’t judge off of appearance alone. That angry face melted into a content smile every time you held it in your hands, his arms moving to wrap around your waist.

If only they could see him through your eyes, maybe they wouldn’t judge so quickly.

[luxthestrange]

KNY Memes #8

[cherrymakun]

Hi honey, sorry if it's confusing but English isn't my first language either 😞, would you do something like falling first/falling harder with Sanemi Shinazugawa? I'm in need of fanfics of him!! or it could be the reader in a polyamorous relationship with the uzuis (Tengen, Suma, Makio and Hinatsuru) I hardly find anything where I can love them PLEASE

Sweetheart, I say why not both? Uzui and wifes coming soon! Until then, pls enjoy this one 🩵

��Characters: Sanemi Shinazugawa ☆ Gn!Reader ☆ Reader works for the Demon Slayer Corps

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Fell first x Fell harder - Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi  Fell first

Sanemi wasn’t the romantic type. 

He doesn't notice exactly when he started to see you in a different light, but if he were to bet, it might have been the first time he'd seen you fight. The Hashira was surprised that someone like you could exterminate an Oni so quickly, especially without help. He got curious enough to invite you to train with him someday. 

And suddenly, someday became everyday.

Sanemi got addicted to the taste of blood on his mouth after some battles with you. You don’t get easy on him, and neither does he. This dynamic makes his blood run faster on his veins, makes his eyes blurred with adrenaline and the smile on his face voracious. He fell for you, that's true, but he also got addicted to the experience that is falling for you.

Maybe someday he try something like ask you out or something else. But now, he wants to try this experience just one more time. “Hit me with all you got, Y/N. I promise I wouldn't be gentle with you neither”

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[moechies]

sanemi shinazugawa thinks watching you being unable to take a dildo moulded exactly to his cock is one of the top three experiences of all time.

he’s sat prettily on the velvet couch that adorns your shared home, the lights dim with a fancy sip he’s got his hands on. a light swing of his hands swirls the ice inside of the pale alcohol, the sharp clink that elicits from the ice hitting the sides of the glass contrasts to your soft, whimpery cries.

you’re perched up on the ground, holding yourself up with your knees and hands faced towards the cold man. he’s staring down at you with a degrading gaze, the corner of his lips twitching as he watches you shiver and hiccup.

the clear silicone dildo, moulded to sanemi’s cock down to a T — the length, girth, and veins translated perfectly onto your newfound toy. he hums, letting out a soft chuckle when you look up at him, your bottom lip quivering with widened, teary eyes.

“what’re you looking up here for? hm?”

“i—“ you stutter, nervous to be berated. “c—can’t!”

the stretch of the mere tip burns like hell. it’s different — despite it being all the same. unfamiliar to his cock, the toy is stiff. you miss touching his skin tittered with scars, how warm his body feels against yours when he’s sliding his cock against your slit, and his warm thumb attuning to your twitching clit. now that you’ve been forced to succumb to the toy, you’re beginning to reminisce all you’ve taken for granted.

despite your fustrations, sanemi’s having the time of his life. he loves watching you cry, watching you suffer to sit yourself down on the stupid toy when you never seem to have any issues when it’s the real thing. he loves watching your face contort, realizing at the same time he does that you’re reduced to nothing without his touch and loving.

“it’s not that you can’t cum, but you can’t even fuck yourself on it. what, is it too big?” he mocks, setting the glass cup aside before leaning forward and taking ahold of your face.

“can’t. i—i can’t, don’t want this. w—want you only!”

“but baby, that is me.” he chuckles with malicious intent.

“no no! i want you, wan’ your real cock. ‘s not fair!”

“so godamn whiny. you need me that bad, huh? what a needy little thing.”

you’re quick to nod your head despite the harsh hold he has on either side of your cheeks. “p—please. miss you, miss your touch, miss you.” you whine, laying your cheek onto his lap. “‘s not the same..”

“alright alright.” he chuckles, standing up before hoisting you onto the couch and laying you down. you sigh in relief, feeling the soft velvet hit the backside of your back, then being sandwiched when the man lays himself atop of you. you gasp when you feel his warm, pudgy tip prod against your slit, but hiccup in relief when it’s warm, soft, and familiar.

“gonna give it to ya till you pass out. you just sit here ‘n look pretty, like you always do. yeah?

[ponderingmoonlight]

Sanemi risks it all to save you and finally confessing his true feelings

Pairing: Sanemi x fem!reader

Word Count: 5,9k

Synopsis: Trapped and injured within the relentless walls of infinity castle, you’re caught between danger and hope. Sanemi fights fiercely to save you, but powerful enemies stand in his way. Just when things seem impossible, help arrives - but can it change your fate? Will you be able to confess your true feelings in the end?

Warnings: language, injury, death, near-death, HURT ANGST OMG, buuuut also fluff, the plot basically has nothing to do with the real plot so feel free to read this if you don't wanna get spoiled

❗No Spoilers for anime only ❗

This took me the whole week so I'd totally appreciate if you leave a little like, comment and/or share 🤍

Adrenaline rushes through your veins like a waterfall, lungs soaking up the burning air around you with such a haste that you feel like choking on it.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Fuck, you were supposed to put an end to this misery when your master sacrificed himself for all hashira, all demon slayers, all humans. You were so close, your blade scratching the surface of none other’s but Muzan Kibutsuji’s skin. Ready to slice, ready to make this your last honourable fight as a demon slayer.

But fate didn’t play out that way. Maybe it was his plan all along to drag all of you into this fly trap, into this madness you’re now free-diving into.

Your mind drifts back to his face. His eyes widened in sheer horror, his hands instinctively reaching out in order to stop you from falling, his lips forming the letters of your name like in slow-motion.

Will you ever see Sanemi again? The wind hashira who seemed to hate every single thing about you when you arrived, who refused to even look at you back then. It wasn’t until you came back severely injured from a mission that he dared to talk with you. How you ended up falling hopelessly in love with that fierce man? Maybe it was the way he always looked up at the sky at night, the way the faintest smile played around his lips when you told him stories about your stories. Or it was the way he looked at you during training sessions when he thought no one’s watching, how he always asked the others about you.

And yet, you never found the courage to tell him about your true feelings. Would Sanemi Shinazugawa like you back, ask you out, fall deeply in love with you, even get into a relationship with you? A vision of a future you could have had runs through your mind for the split of a second. Oh, how wonderful that thought alone is.

You won’t make it out alive of this place, though.

The second your feet hit the ground, you get circled by countless frightful creatures, their teeth ready to sink into your tender flesh. You’ve fought countless demons, so skilled with your sword that you worked your way up to be a hashira. But the sheer amount of energy lurking from the shadows, from each and every alley of this never-ending castle forces you to waver. And the worst part? You’re surrounded by several demon slayers of the lowest rank who freshly passed the final exam.

“Get out of the way…NO!”

Hit after hit, blow after blow. The second you behead one cursed demon, another emerges from the shadows. Your muscles start aching and begging for air, the thin layer of sweat on your forehead turning into a river. You can’t keep up like this forever. Not when you’re all alone out here with some beginners, desperately fighting to keep them alive only to watch in horror as one by one gets killed and eaten alive.

“Sanemi…”

You wipe a tear out of your eye before striking again. No, this is not the time to get sentimental, you can’t afford to think about the things you regret now. You still have to fight, still have to stand your ground, still fulfil your purpose as a pillar-

“It’s useless, don’t you see it?”

The voice slinks through the chaos like perfume on poison - sweet, aromatic and ice cold. You feel like throwing up in an instant, the demons around you disappearing into the walls as if all that fighting from earlier meant nothing. You feel your knees shake, your palms getting sticky, your eyes widen. No, this isn’t a random demon.

The demon who is just inches from your face halts mid-lunge, as if yanked back by invisible strings. Silence falls like a guillotine. You barely manage to stay upright, blade shaking in your grasp, body screaming from every wound you've endured.

And then he appears out of the shadows like an unpromising storm.

The monster with the unmistakably character craved into his eye:Upper Moon Two. The monster with the smile of a saint and the soul of rot. You’ve heard from him. Back in the village where you grew up, it was told that a man just like him lured the young girls away at night with none of them ever returning, with not a single surviving.

He descends gracefully from the beams like snowfall, his colorful fan fluttering open with a soft snap, sending out a breeze tainted with the faint scent of lotus and blood. His bloodstained lips curve into something that might pass for friendly - if it wasn’t so utterly lacking of humanity.

“Oh my,” he giggles, pressing the tips of his fingers to his mouth.

“Look at you. All banged up and still standing? That’s so cute. I love it when they struggle. You’re a hashira, aren’t you? And what a talented one!”

You grit your teeth, tightening your grip on your sword. This isn’t the time to back away, not when who knows how many souls still rely on you, not when you have to revenge all the innocence lives this monster took.

“Upper moon two,” you growl.

He beams, clapping into his hands like an exited child.

“You know me~! I feel so honoured! Though, my name’s Doma and not exactly upper moon two.”

He twirls his fan, eyes scanning you from head to toe.

“Though I must admit, you’re looking less than glamorous. All that sweat, all that blood… Sanemi won’t like that, you know.”

You flinch at the sound of his name out of this brute’s mouth. How does that thing know Sanemi’s name? Did the two of them meet? Just the thought forces your guts back into your throat all over again. No, that’s impossible…But what if it’s not? What if Sanemi’s in great danger himself? How does this thing know is name, that the two of you know each other? Thoughts overturn in your head and make you feel dizzy, you feel like all air is drained from your lungs. No, no, no. This can’t be true.

“How did you get-“

Stop.

You stop yourself from talking any further by taking a shaky breath. Every single word just feeds into his cruel tragedy, just supports this thing’s twisted mind. If you show him too much, you might risk getting Sanemi actually in danger. That this creature knows his name has to mean something after all, right? Maybe…Maybe Sanemi is alive.

He notices your train of thoughts. Of course he does.

“Ohh?”

His grin widens.

“There it is. The little twitch. The little tremble. You don’t even need to say a word. I can see it in your eyes - you’re in love.”

You swing your blade in a final, desperate arc in order to flee, but Doma doesn’t even blink. He tilts his head, steps aside with the ease of a dancer, and catches your wrist mid-swing.

Then twists.

You scream as your sword clatters to the floor. Your knees buckle. He shoves you to the ground with one delicate hand, planting his foot between your shoulder blades and grinding you into the cold stone floor.

“I hate it when people don't just accept their fate,” he comments sweetly, pressing down harder.

“But you’re lucky, my dear. I’m feeling… playful tonight.”

You push against him, biting back a sob as pain shoots through your chest. No, no, no. This isn’t supposed to happen, you aren’t supposed to get trapped by this monster. Fighting until your last breath, making sure this thing suffers until you take your last breath, punching out of him where Sanemi is right now.

Sanemi…What would he say, seeing you lying on the floor like this? Would he be disappointed in your lack of defence? Is he still alive, maybe even searching for you?

“Oh, don't cry yet,” Doma coos, crouching beside you.

His hand glides gently along your jaw and wipes a single falling tear away -  a mockery of tenderness.

“I want you alert when he sees you. It wouldn’t be fun otherwise.”

A freezing sensation begins to creep across your limbs, his blood demon art seeping into your skin, flesh, bones. You try to scream, try to get him off you, but your breath catches in your throat as ice blooms across your arms, your ribs, your legs. Thin, glass-like lotus petals wrap around your joints and spine, slicing just deep enough to bleed.

“F-fuck… you…” you gasp, teeth chattering.

“Language! Tsk. You hashira really have no manners.” He leans closer, now whispering against your ear.

“Do you think Sanemi will kiss you when he sees you like this? Or will he vomit at the sight of what I’ve done to you, your puny figure unable to fight? Oh my, how he screamed for you, how he searched every corner while shouting out your name like a maniac. When I saw you standing there I knew exactly you’re the one he’s looking or!”

You tremble harder. Not from the cold this time, but from helplessness. From knowing that you’ve fought your hardest and it still wasn’t enough. From getting used as a bait for Sanemi. You’re going to die in this cursed place. Or worse – Sanemi will lose his life because of you.

Doma’s smile fades for a moment, replaced with something… emptier.

“It’s such a waste,” he murmurs, tracing a finger down your frozen cheek.

“I would’ve turned you into such a beautiful demon.”

Then the smile returns, wider, cracked at the edges.

“But this way is much more entertaining.”

He steps back, arms spread, admiring his work. You’re locked in place, on your knees, bound by glistening ice and glass-like lotus vines. Blood drips steadily from where the shards cut into your skin.

“I’ll leave you here,” he chirps.

“Right where he can find you. Right where he’ll break.”

And with that, he vanishes in a flurry of frost, laughter echoing down the halls like a child skipping through a graveyard.

You're alone.

Frozen, bleeding, heart pounding like a war drum. And as darkness creeps in at the edges of your vision, all you can do is whisper, begging into the cutting darkness

“Sanemi… please… don’t come.”

Because if he sees you like this — if Doma gets to him the way he just got to you - you won’t be the only one who’s destroyed. And you can’t afford to lose him, not when he already went to way through much, not when there’s still so much unsolved in his life. He needs to talk things out with his brother, needs to visit his family home, needs to find his inner peace. He cannot risk all those things for some like you.

Someone who wasn’t even able to tell him about their true feelings.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Me? I was just…looking at the sky,” you shamelessly lied.

“You’re tolerable.”

Your eyes widened in utter surprise despite the poor-lit night sky while he carefully avoided your gaze at all costs.

“I mean barely. But you’re the only one I don’t hate spending time with.”

“Oh…Well, I don’t hate spending time with you as well.”

Awkward silence, blood rushing through your ears while your heart threatened to give in.  

“What I mean is…”

He took a deep breath, his piercing eyes met yours. And for a second, you felt like everything else in the world was meaningless. The chirping of insects in the background, the howling of a wolf nearby, the dim light on the moon.

None of it mattered. Only the way his eyes found yours: raw, full of something unspoken.

“You mean something to me, got it? Like, I don’t know if things would be this bearable if you weren’t around, (y/n). I kinda…like you.”

“You…like me?”

Silent tears stream down your eyes. If you only had told him back then when he showed you his own emotions this raw and intense. Maybe things would have gone differently, maybe you wouldn’t have to die filled with regret and sorrow. What does it feel like to hold his hand, to fall asleep next to him, to sit opposite to each other during breakfast? Would the two of you argue a lot, is he a good kisser?

“(y/n)?”

And that voice. That oh so familiar voice that haunts you in your sleep, make you wonder, makes you long for more.

“(y/n)!”

Maybe you’ll be able to hear him again if you close your eyes, if you allow yourself to slip away-

“Are you deaf, dumbass? Wake up!”

Your eyes dart back open in an instant when a sudden warm rushes through your veins.

Lavender, fierce eyes you’d recognize in a lifetime.

No.

You want to laugh and cry at the same time, want to throw yourself around his neck, tell him how you feel, how you imagine your future to look like with him.

But all happiness dies down in your throat. Because this is a trap and Sanemi ran straight into it in order to save you.

“You…have to go.”

The words feel so wrong that you almost choke on them. Truth is, you don’t want him to leave, you don’t want to die out here alone. But you can’t afford to lose him. If there’s one person who just has to live on, it has to be him.

“Going? Are you stupid or something? I’m not leaving you here. Who did this to you-“

“You have to go”, you press out, sharper this time.

Sanemi’s eyes narrow dangerously while he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. His face is close, too close, and you see the blood, the panic, the heartbreak swimming in his lavender eyes.

“You think I care?” he hisses, voice low and shaking with barely-contained rage - not at you, never at you - but at the state you’re in. At himself, maybe, for not being faster.

“You think I give a damn if this is a trap? That bastard’s not taking you from me.”

Tears you can’t stop fall silently down your cheeks.

“Sanemi… Please. If he hurts you…If you die because of me…”

He scoffs, but the sound cracks in the middle. His jaw clenches so hard that it looks like it might snap any given minute.

“Because of you? I’ve survived because of you. Every damn day.”

His hand leaves your chin to brush your frozen cheek, gentle despite the way his knuckles are torn open. You flinch at the contact, more from shame than pain. You’re bleeding, bound, broken, but he looks at you like you’re whole. Like you matter.

“You stupid, stubborn idiot,” he murmurs, forehead pressing softly against yours.

“I never said it, never had the guts. But I need you to hear me before I do something reckless…Which I will, by the way, so get ready.”

You let out a shaky laugh through your tears, and that alone gives him the courage to go on.

“I like you…Hell, I love you, alright? I’ve loved you since the night you went on that mission without backup and came home half-dead. You scared the shit out of me.”

You try to speak, but he shushes you with a hand cradling your jaw, thumb gently brushing under your eye.

“I know I’m messed up. I’m not good at this. But I know what I feel. I know you’re the only person who ever made me think this life was worth living outside of a fight. I’d burn this whole goddamn castle down just to see you smile again.”

A sob escapes you, raw and soft.

“You don’t have to say that just because I’m dying.”

“You’re not dying,” he interrupts immediately through gritted teeth.

“Not on me. Not tonight.”

Sanemi pulls back slightly, eyes scanning the lotus vines laced across your body, their razor-sharp edges digging deep into your wounded flesh. He draws his katana from his belt and without hesitation begins cutting through the ice.

“Wait, Sanemi, it’ll hurt-” you protest, but he only snarls.

“Then bite me if you must. But shut up and let me get you out.”

Bit by bit, he works through the vines, even when they slice his hands open. Blood trickles freely from both of you, mixing on the stone below, but neither of you care. The pain is secondary to the sheer urgency in his movements. The desperation to free you.

“I thought I’d lost you,” he mutters.

“When I couldn’t find you after the trap, when no one knew where you were…I swear, I lost my mind. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. All I could think about was… what if I never got to tell you?”

You blink up at him, your voice barely a whisper.

“And now?”

He frees your right arm, carefully pulls you forward into his chest.

“Now I’m here. You’re here. And I’m not letting you go.”

Despite everything, the blood, the cold, the fear, you melt into him, allow yourself to get devoured by his presence. His arms wrap around you, shielding you from a world that’s tried so hard to break you. And for one fragile, fleeting moment, you feel safe.

“I love you too,” you whisper into his shoulder.

“I’ve loved you for so long it hurts.”

His breath catches. Then he leans back just enough to cup your face again, and presses a kiss to your forehead - soft, worshipful, lingering like a promise.

“Good. Then don’t you dare die on me, alright?”

You nod, even as tears streak down your face.

And then, in a voice just barely audible-

“Stay. Stay with me, (y/n). I’ll get us both out. I swear it on everything I am.”

And you believe him.

God, despite everything that happened in this castle, you believed him.

Until you came straight back to reality. The second your heart dares to believe, the air turns sharp.

The temperature drops again, biting into your exposed skin. The moment of warmth, of safety in Sanemi’s arms, is ripped away as a gust of wind howls through the corridor…No, not wind.

Laughter. High-pitched. Delighted. Deranged.

Sanemi freezes, pulling you protectively behind him as frost begins crawling once more along the stone floor. His katana is instantly up, lips curled into a furious snarl. You know that look - he’s seconds from losing all control.

“Ahhh~ what a touching little reunion!”

Doma sings, his voice echoing from all directions at once. God, you feel so sick that you threaten to throw up right here on the spot. But you have to stay focused, have to stay put.

“Show yourself, coward,” Sanemi barks into the darkness.

“Oh my,” Doma’s voice giggles again, closer now.

“So aggressive. But look at you! Look at that desperation, that trembling rage! You love her, don’t you?”

He materializes from the wall like a ghost, elegant as always, as if he weren’t the nightmare that just tortured you moments ago. His fan flicks open again, casting little flurries of snow into the air like confetti.

“Didn’t I say it would be beautiful?” he muses.

“You, kneeling in blood. Him, carving through his own flesh to reach you. Ohhh, it’s all so delicious.”

Sanemi doesn’t answer. He doesn’t move.

He erupts like a volcano.

In an instant, he’s on Doma, blade a haze of silver light and howling wind. The collision is thunderous. Doma’s grin never falters, he parries with his fan, their bodies a blur of movement too fast for the eye to follow. You scramble backward, gripping your injured limbs, heart slamming against your ribs as you watch Sanemi unleash everything he is. No, you can’t keep up with their speed, it’s impossible.

Every slash is personal. Every strike filled with something more than fury. It’s love, it has to be.

Doma blocks a particularly vicious blow.

“Ohhh, so predictable! You’re fighting so hard for someone already broken.”

“You touched her,” Sanemi growls, voice low and venomous.

“You hurt her.”

“Yes,” Doma sighs, eyes briefly fluttering closed in delight, “and you should have heard her scream.”

Sanemi roars and hurls himself forward again, faster now. His attacks become erratic, wild. You try to call out, to tell him to stay sharp, to not fall into Doma’s rhythm - but your throat is raw, the ice still clinging to your ribs.

Then, a flash of blood. A cry escaping your lips, watery eyes darting open.

Sanemi staggers back, a deep gash running across his shoulder. Doma winks at you, mockingly licking blood off his fan.

“Mmm,” he purrs.

 “Spicy.”

“SANEMI!” you scream.

“I’m fine!” he barks over his shoulder, panting.

 “Just stay down!”

“Is that really wise?” Doma titters, dancing to the side.

 “She’ll freeze again soon. My lotus vines are quite clingy. They always come back to the ones they love~”

As if on cue, you feel it creeping up your ankles, cold and glassy. You gasp and try to move, but the frost is returning, blooming across the floor like ivy. Sanemi notices instantly, panic flashing across his features.

“NO!”

He starts toward you, only for Doma to stop him mid-sprint, driving a knee into his ribs and sending him crashing into the wall. The stone shatters beneath the impact. You scream his name again, struggling to move, but your limbs betray you. The vines are faster this time, more merciless, digging into your flesh with cruel precision.

Doma approaches you slowly now, graceful as a god, fan resting on his shoulder like a priest’s staff.

“You see?” he whispers, crouching beside you again.

“It doesn’t matter how strong your beloved is. You’ll always be weaker. Always in the way.”

“You don’t know a thing about love,” you spit.

Doma tilts his head.

“Oh, I do. I adore watching it die.”

He’s about to reach for you again-

Until a  howl cuts through the air.

The ground trembles. Doma turns, momentarily confused. And then Sanemi is there.

Covered in blood. Radiating murderous intent. His eyes burning brighter than the sun. He’s no longer the composed Wind Hashira. He’s become the very storm itself.

He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t warn. He lunges, faster than even Doma anticipates. And his time, the blade bites.

A chunk of Doma’s shoulder is sent flying. His expression falters, not pain, but genuine surprise. He stumbles back, clutching his arm, smile slipping into something far more dangerous.

“Ohhh, you’re serious, aren’t you?”

Sanemi doesn't answer. He glances toward you, just once and then returns his focus to Doma, his stance lower, more grounded. Controlled again. Deadly.

“This is where you fall. You don’t get to touch her again.”

“You’re pathetic, don’t you think? You’ll never be able to beat me, you little fool.”

You feel it before Sanemi is able to react any further. The vines pushing their way all the way through your skin, your flesh, your bones. Your body feels like exploding from the inside, the warmth of your blood a stark contrast to the cold that soaks through your limbs. It’s like he drains every drop of life out of you with each passing second. At this point, you aren’t even able to scream anymore, let alone stand. All you do is allowing your knees to finally give in while staring blankly at Sanemi’s broad back.

Is this it? The end of the story, the tragedy of your life? Dying in a castle full of demons with your love risking his very own life to save your lost one. If you’d only be able to say something, to tell him to leave you behind, to never look back, to save his own life.

But all words die in your throat in an instant, all air is drained from your lungs.

“Don’t worry, (y/n). I’ve got this.”

Suddenly, the sweet trace of wisteria overlayers the thick scent of iron in the air, calms down your tingling nerves out of instinct.

Are you hallucinating? Are you imagining this? After all, there is no way that she’s here right now. You didn’t even see her coming here in the first place, didn’t call for her.

No, it’s impossible that the insect pillar Shinobu Kocho is here.

“This will make you feel better. And now relax, I will do the rest.”

A warm hand on your shoulder, a burning sensation rushing through your veins…And the vines relief your flesh from their fangs in an instant.

You try to protest, but your voice slips away before it even forms. Your body won’t obey, your limbs feel heavy, as if gravity itself is pulling you down. You struggle to lift your head, but the world tilts and blurs. You want to fight, to shout, to beg Shinobu to get out of here, but all you can do is watch helplessly as she approaches upper moon two and Sanemi calmly.

Her eyes lock immediately onto Doma and Sanemi. You see the flicker of tension in Sanemi’s jaw tighten, the sudden recognition of the insect pillar creeping across his face.

“Sanemi,” Shinobu speaks up, voice steady and low, “you have to leave with her. Now.”

Sanemi’s eyes dart between you and Shinobu, conflicted. Him, leaving with you? Oh, how much he’d want to do that, how his body urges to keep you safe. But leaving Shinobu here means risking her very own life. No, he can see it in your eyes, the silent plea to turn down her offer.

“I’m not leaving you here,” he mutters, voice rough with the weight of the choice he’s forced to make.

“Not alone.”

You catch the fierce worry in his gaze and your chest tightens. You want to tell him it’s okay, that you will be fine - but your mouth won’t move.

Shinobu shakes her head, calm but insistent.

“I can handle him. You have to take her away, or none of us survive.”

Sanemi’s fists clench, knuckles white. He steps forward, close enough that you feel the heat radiating off his skin.

“I won’t abandon you,” he growls.

“You have to,” she replies, voice steady.

“Promise me you’ll come back, then. (y/n) won’t allow me to leave you if you don’t.”

His eyes search hers, the storm of doubt and determination raging inside. After a long moment, she finally nods, slow and unwilling.

“I promise.”

From the shadows, Doma’s voice breaks the silence, cold and mocking.

 “Ah, the insect pillar. I was wondering when you’d show up again. I recognize you, I love that haori on you!”

Neither of them flinch. The air thickens with something unspoken - history, pain, danger, something you can’t quite name. Your eyes are stilled locked onto Shinobu’s back when your vision slowly but surely starts to get blurry, your limbs growing to feel heavier and heavier with each passing second.

The last thing you notice are his strong arms that pick you off the ground. And before your eyes go blank, you glance back at Shinobu, who meets Sanemi’s gaze with fierce resolve and a silent nod.

Then, everything turns black.

Sanemi.

Your eyes dart open, lungs aching for air so desperately that you are forced to cough. Where are you? What happened?

Your heart flutters in your chest. The castle, the death surrounding you, the vines, your own blood being the only thing keeping you warm, Sanemi-

Oh god, Sanemi.

Frantically, you tear on the blanket that covers you, trying to get up despite every fiber of your being pushing against it. Where is he? Is he alright? What happened after you lost consciousness? He has to be alright, he has to be right here with you. And what about Shinobu?

“Oh my, don’t push too hard already. It sure took long enough to stitch you up, dear.”

When your glossy eyes find hers, all feelings that built up snap.

“Shinobu you…you really made it out,” you cry out, grabbing the insect pillar by her haori.

The scent of wisteria, the comforting feeling of her tiny frame pressed against yours, her low chuckle radiating straight to your bones. You didn’t really have time to think about the possibility that she might not be able to make it out. And yet, seeing her safe and sound fills you with so much joy that you start crying like a baby.

Shinobu doesn’t pull away as you clutch her haori with trembling fingers, your tears soaking into the fabric. Instead, she lets you cry, small and fragile in her arms, the way only someone who’s been broken open and stitched together againcan.

You feel her hand smoothing your hair, gentle and rhythmic, like she’s lulling a child to sleep.

“I didn’t think… I thought…,” you choke, unable to finish the sentence.

“I know. It was close. Too close,” she mutters softly.

The room smells of herbs now, faint and clean, masking the iron trace that still clings to your senses. Everything feels foggy, your limbs heavy, your vision still swimming, but the warmth of her hand keeps you grounded, remind you that you’re here, that you’re alive.

“You used... the serum?” you manage to rasp, your voice barely a whisper.

Shinobu nods against your temple.

“An experimental strain. Wisteria compound with aggressive cellular regeneration. I had it ready. Just in case…I’m glad I did.”

You blink through the haze.

“And Doma?”

A quiet breath leaves her lips, one that feels older than she is.

“Gone.”

Her voice is calm, but something in it cracks on that word. Not visibly, not dramatically, but enough for you to notice in your state. You know her too well not to notice.

You sit in silence for a long moment. The weight of what’s been lost and what’s barely been saved hangs between you like morning fog. You don’t dare to bring up Sanemi now. Not when it’s clear that Shinobu needs that hug as well, not when she was the one who was ready to risk her life for yours. But would she tell you right here on the spot that he’s okay? Would she tell you that he didn’t make it? What…What if he’s long-gone already, what if the relief your feeling right here and now is nothing but a brutal lie to yourself?

Something claws at your chest, sharp and panicked. Your head snaps up. No, you can’t take it anymore.

“Shinobu” your voice cracks, panic flaring through your chest, “Sanemi…where is he?”

Shinobu pulls back slightly to look at you, her violet eyes warm, but shadowed. Her silence stretches a heartbeat too long for you to endure.

“Is he okay?” you whisper.

Her lips press into a line before they soften again.

“He’s alive.”

Your chest collapses with a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. A sob bubbles out of your throat, this one less desperate but more grateful.

“But…” you murmur, and Shinobu nods gently, already knowing what you’ll ask.

“He’s been sitting outside this room for 12 hours straight. He refused treatment this whole time until you woke up. Said he wouldn’t leave until he saw your eyes open.”

You try to sit up again, instinct dragging your body forward, but Shinobu gently steadies you with a hand to your shoulder.

“He’s hurt. But not enough to keep him down. You know how he is.”

You nod, biting your lip, eyes already welling again. This time, not from fear.

From relief.

“Can I see him?” you ask, voice small.

Shinobu gives a soft smile.

“You don’t even have to ask. He’ll scold me as soon as he finds out I’ve been talking to you first anyway.”

She rises, steps quietly to the door and says only one word.

“Sanemi.”

Sanemi doesn’t burst in like gust of wind as usual, doesn’t storm to your side.

He appears in the room like a ray of sunshine, gentle in a way you’ve never seen before.

His white hair is a mess, tangled and damp with sweat. Bandages wrap around his torso and across one shoulder, stained faintly with crimson, but his eyes, god, his eyes. Wild and feral, scanning you like he’s still not convinced you’re real, like if he blinks too long, you might vanish again.

You sit up a little more, and that’s all it takes for the both of you.

In two strides, he’s at your side, dropping to his knees, hands hovering like he’s afraid you’ll break apart at his touch.

“I…” he breathes, but the words choke in his throat.

Your hand reaches for his first, taking in the warmth of his fingertips brushing against yours, the minor shaking.

“I’m okay,” you whisper, voice hoarse.

The moment your fingers brush his, the dam shatters. Sanemi folds into you, head bowing as he leans forward, gripping your hand with both of his. His forehead rests against your lap, and his shoulders quake with emotion he never lets anyone see - except you in this very moment.

“You’re not okay,” he growls low, like he’s scolding the world.

“You almost died. You almost…” He cuts himself off with a shudder.

“I didn’t know if I’d get to you in time. I didn’t know if I’d make it out…”

“But you did,” you interrupt, your free hand trembling as it slides into his hair. “You got to me. You saved me, Sanemi. I owe you my life.”

He lifts his head finally, eyes red-rimmed but blazing with something fierce and unwavering. And then, slowly, almost reverently, he cups your face in his hands, rough fingers cradling your cheeks like you’re the most fragile, precious thing in existence.

“I thought I’d never hear your voice again,” he murmurs, thumb brushing away a tear that slips down your face.

“I thought I’d never get to tell you this properly. That I love you. That I’ve loved you since the moment you punched me during training for being an asshole. Since you came back in fucking pieces from that mission.”

A watery laugh escapes your lips, your heart swelling to the brim.

“You were being an asshole.”

“And you were the only one who didn’t take it,” he breathes, almost smiling.

“You looked me in the eye and made me feel. And I hated it. Until I didn’t.”

You let out a broken little sound, overwhelmed, heart bursting at the seams. Your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling him closer. God, will he ever be close enough?

“Come here,” you whisper.

And he does.

He leans in, pressing his forehead to yours. Then his lips, soft and worshipful, find yours like they were meant to. Not rough. Not desperate. But deep and slow and full of every word he can’t say aloud.

When he finally pulls away, his breath is ragged.

“You scared the shit out of me, you know that?”

“I know,” you smile, tears streaking down your cheeks again.

“But I’m here.”

“You’re here,” he echoes like it’s a prayer.

“And I’m not going anywhere.”

He pulls you gently into his arms, mindful of your wounds, wrapping himself around you like a fortress. You bury your face in his neck, breathing in the scent of him - sweat, blood, rain, and home.

“I’ll keep you safe now,” he murmurs into your hair.

“I swear it. As long as I live.”

And for the first time in what feels like forever, you believe it.

You believe him.

It’s over.

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[s0dium]

Fucking you raw??!!!

Synopsis: It's his first time fucking and you are letting him go raw?????!!! Oh boy.

Warnings: Everything you might imagine.

Is he dreaming? This has got to be a dream.

He blinks. Hard. To his disbelief, the site below him remains unchanged.

He gazes, awestruck by the vulnerability and arousal mirrored in your eyes. The soft, ambient light above casts a gentle glow on your skin, accentuating its smoothness and the delicate curve of your shoulders and highlighting the gentle slope of your breasts. Your nipples glisten, probably from his spit when you practically had to coax him off them.

"Are you ok baby?" Your voice comes out almost as a whisper, sultry and smooth. He watches your lips form the words, how your mouth glistens from the spit of his messy kisses, and how your tongue darts out to wet it.

He thickly gulps and nods. No, he would not lose composure, not now when he has been fantasizing this moment for months. With unbreaking focus, he presses the tip of his dick against your tight hole.

Then, he sucks in a breath through his teeth and pushes in. Immediately his mind goes white, paper white. Fuck, he has to kneel over from how wet, warm and goddamn tight you feel. The sensation is electric, like tiny sparks dancing along his nerves, igniting every inch they touch. It's a delicious contrast of heat and moisture, sending waves of tingling delight that radiate from dick finger to the rest of his body. He can't believe this is happening, he can't believe he is fucking the girl of his dreams raw. Your a god damn angel for letting him do this he is sure of it.

He has to remain still inside your heat for a few seconds and thank god you let him, or else he is sure he wouldve cum ropes into you there and then.

"Im gonna move now baby," He throws his head back and groans "J-jesus you feel so good"

He's too immersed in his own pleasure to realize that you are also being thrown in the abyss of utter euphoria. Letting him go raw was the absolute best fucking decision you have ever made. His dick filled you to the brim, stretching you perfectly. His thrusts were slow at first, testing the waters to see how much you could take, how much he could take. It was dizzying, the grith of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, the euphoria of him fitting snuggly against walls with every thrust. The friction is incredible and it made pain quickly turn into pleasure.

"F-faster" You manage to croak out and he lets out a whine at your words. Jesus, you don't need to tell him twice.

He reels his hips back just enough so his fat tip barely leaves your warm cunny, the anticipation building as you brace yourself. In an instant, he slams them forward, hard and fast right into your cervix, driving into you with a force that leaves you gasping for air. The bed creaks beneath you both, each powerful thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His movements are relentless, each one more intense than the last, the friction of his dick scraping against your walls making your toes curl.

"Love you, love you so much" he babbles. He's far too gone, a primal need for you has settled in him and his brain is on auto pilot. All he can think about is how good your pussy feels wrapped around him and how pretty you look right now. The sensation of your body moving in unison drives him wild, his grip on you tightening as he loses himself in the overwhelming ecstasy. His low groans and murmured praises only heighten the intensity, making each moment more electrifying than the last.

"So good s-so good" your words are strung out on your lips from how good he is fucking you. Every thrust ignites a fire within you, the sensations so intense you can hardly think. Your senses are overwhelmed by the feeling of him deep inside you, the rhythm of his movements perfectly attuned to your own mounting desire. You moan in ecstasy, the sound mingling with his groans, as each powerful thrust pushes you closer to the edge. The pleasure is all-consuming, making your body tremble with each delicious impact, every moment more euphoric than the last.

As he continues, you can sense his building intensity, his breaths turning into ragged gasps. His eyes flutter shut, and you feel the shudder of pleasure running through him with each thrust like electricity. His grip on you tightens, and his pace quickens, driven by a primal need. Every thrust brings him closer to the peak, his mind beginning to blur with overwhelming sensation. You can see the tension in his muscles, his abs tightening with the strain of holding back.

"Shit shit shit" he gasps, bending over so his lips are against your ear. "Im gonna cum baby, im gonna cum in you fuuuuuu-"

Then, with a final, powerful thrust, his mind goes blank, and a surge of pure ecstasy washes over him. His body tenses, abs hardening as he reaches the peak of his euphoria. He groans deeply, lost in the moment of ultimate pleasure, every muscle in his body taut with the intensity of his climax. The sensation is overwhelming, leaving him trembling as the waves of pleasure gradually subside.

You gasp at the feeling of hot ropes of cum filling you up. Theres so much of it it spills out of you and onto the bedsheets below. Your body trembles in response, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. Sensing your rising climax, he leans down, his lips brushing against your neck, leaving a trail of soft, peppered kisses.

His voice, husky with desire, whispers in your ear, "Let it go, baby. Let it go."

His words, combined with the gentle touch of his lips, send shivers down your spine. He slows his thrusts, his dick still painfully hard, moving with a deliberate, tantalizing rhythm that drives you wild. The pleasure builds to an unbearable peak, your entire body tensing as you approach the edge. His soothing words and tender kisses coax you further, until finally, you let go.

A wave of intense pleasure crashes over you, your body arching in response. The world blurs as you reach the peak of your euphoria, every nerve ending alive with sensation. His slow, deliberate thrusts and murmured encouragement keep you riding the wave of ecstasy, your mind lost in the overwhelming bliss. You cry out, the release so powerful it leaves you trembling, completely consumed by the moment.

Your left gasping for air and just when your about to roll over and take a breath, he grabs the underside of your legs and presses them against your chest.

"So sorry baby, I need more. Please let me have more."

GOJO, GETO, Toji, YUUJI, YUUTA, KENMA, OIKAWA, BOKUTO, EREN, SHIGARAKI, SANEMI

[annmaximoff18]

Sanemi Shinazugawa, the wind pillar, the most aggressive pillar during her training, fierce and feared by all demon slayers.

But now she was here, sitting on the floor of your seven-year-old daughter's room.

She was combing his hair, braiding it, putting bows and colorful barrettes on it, and a small tiara your husband had given her was placed on his head. It was a little crooked, but it looked so good on your husband's head.

The great Sanemi Shinahizagawa was so calm, letting your little girl comb her hair. Sometimes he would tell her where to put the bows so it would look better.

"Mom," your daughter's scream pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked at her with a smile and bent down to her level.

"Hello, my love," you said with a smile. Your little girl smiled and hugged you tightly.

"I'm doing Dad's hair," she told you once the hug was over. You turned to look at your husband and smiled.

"He looks very handsome, honey. Good job," you congratulated her, ignoring your husband's defiant look.

"I still need to do his makeup, but I can't find my box," she said with a sad look. You looked at your husband and smiled when you saw he was scared.

"She's in the living room," you confess, smiling maliciously at your husband. Your little girl squealed with joy and ran to get her.

"Traitor!" Sanemi growled at you angrily.

"This is your punishment for biting me. I told you not to leave marks, and now I have to put this cloth around my neck," you said angrily, approaching him.

Sanemi bit and sucked on your neck, leaving bruises, which you didn't know how to explain to your daughter. Sanemi always ran away, leaving you trying to answer that. Your answer was always the same:

Mosquitoes.

How would you tell your seven-year-old daughter that her father loved to mark you, and that last night, while you were having sex, you asked him not to mark you, but he didn't care?

Sanemi smiled proudly, but his smile faded when he heard your daughter.

"I found her, Mom," your little girl shouted, and her footsteps were heard.

"If you tell anyone they put makeup on me I'll spank you until you can't sit down," she threatened with a furious smile.

"Just Genya Sweetheart," you said maliciously. The white-haired man opened his mouth to reply, but your little girl was holding her makeup box in her hands.

Come on, Sanemi, you can handle demons, you can handle a little makeup, your husband repeated to himself, letting your little girl will start putting makeup on him.

[peachdues]

don’t think I’ve forgotten about compass

A laugh barks out of you. “Oh no. You don’t get the employee discount just by fucking the employee.” You tap the display on the register, the book’s price glowing in neat, green numbers. “Full price, Shinazugawa. Cough it up or put the book back.”

Sanemi presses one, thick finger to the book’s glossy hardcover and pushes it across the counter. “I basically work here. Who slugs boxes on delivery day? Who helps you get books down from shelves you can’t reach —”

“That’s what the ladder is for.”

“—-so you don’t fall off the ladder and bump your pretty head?” He leans forward on his elbows, head cocked and brow raised in challenge. “I ain’t askin’ for a family discount, sweetheart. This is about what’s fair.”

You slide the book back to him, taking care to ram the sharp corners of the cover right into his hand. “Good thing we’re not talking about family discounts, then. Employee discounts are for employees. Your charity —“ Sanemi smirks at the bite in your voice. “Doesn’t magically make you one. Besides, I’d argue you had ulterior motives.”

this man has murdered people btw