#shinazugawasanemi

[minthy]

Pride demon or smth

accidentally deleted this, omg

[flametrashiraarchive]

Hey could you do sanemi with reader who has big boobs and thick thighs?

LET'S GOOOOO!!

NSFW under the cut.

So, let's get one thing straight...

It doesn't matter how much you weigh

Sanemi Shinazugawa can (and will) throw you around.

One time the two of you were sparring, and you managed to get a hit on him.

The smug look on your face, the way your tits strained against the fabric of your uniform, the sheer fucking audacity of you.

He pinned you to the wall, kissing you firmly, knowing you were thinking this was going to be another hard and fast fuck

The Shinazugawa Special.

But no...

He kissed you how you like it, getting you nice and worked up,

Then he spun you around so your face was against the wall, lifted your skirt and pulled down your panties just a couple of inches.

His breath hot and heavy against your nape.

He used your pussy juices to lubricate his dick

"Squeeze those thighs together, right now."

"Not so fucking cocky now, are you, huh?" he growled, knowing he was giving you just enough to get you excited, but not enough to get you off.

fucked the seam between your thighs, his hands braced on the wall, caging you in.

Thrusting his cock between your thighs, his shaft brushing your pussy lips but never actually penetrating you.

Your whimpers only made him harder.

Came in your panties, then pulled them back up.

Smacked your ass and stepped back, taking up his sword once more as if nothing had happened.

"Let's try that move again."

He's the best the worst Sanemi

However, there's a softer side to him that only you see.

He loves to lie on his back between your legs, using your lower belly as a pillow while you play with his hair.

And he love love LOVES when you squish him a lil with your thighs.

They're so warm 🥺

And as for your boobs...

One of his favorite things is the way they move when he's on top of you, thrusting hard.

He'll pin your wrists to the edge of the bed so they bounce even more.

Or tell you to lean back and put your hands on his thighs while your on top

LOVES watching them bounce while he thrusts up into you.

And when he's not fucking you senseless and you're alone together

Sanemi loves nothing more than to snuggle with you.

Rests his head on your chest while you play with his hair and kiss his forehead

Wrap your thighs around his waist and just make him feel safe and loved 🥺

He'll get all relaxed and nuzzle you

Reassure him you're not going anywhere

Because neither is he.

[datlokibumtho]

Sanemi: "I prevented a murder today."

Obanai: "Really? How so?"

Sanemi: "Self-control."

[justatypicalwizard]

[Giyuu is in love with you but you had to marry Sanemi] angst

Giyuu was never one to express his emotions, to let them reflect as if his face was a mirror. That's why, despite watching the woman he loved get tied by the sacred knot to another man, he didn't move a muscle.

You were only a servant, a poor, lost soul tossed around the whirlpool of life, thrown into the Oyakata mansion by fate to wipe the floor and rinse the rice at dusk. You were your weak and soft self when the demon attacked you on your way from town. You were still crying and shaking when the demon crumbled to dust, the piece of flesh from your arm fell from its disappearing mouth. You couldn't focus your eyes even though Giyuu kept you tight to his body, running towards the mansion.

It took a few nights of Shinobu's meticulous research to find out the power of your blood. The next few missions only proved the thesis further. Whatever pumped through your veins was poisonous for demons, even a small splatter left sizzling spots on their skin.

As always Oyakata had only one purpose - humankind.

It didn't come as a surprise to the others when a marriage proposal was set. Giyuu could never imagine a world where a small and vulnerable servant would disobey her master, especially if the matter was so urgent. So, when he heard that you agreed to all the terms of your new mission and life purpose, not even a sigh escaped his lips. What better could you do?

The way in which you peaked at Sanemi Shinazugawa whenever he came into vision had something fearful in it. It also held a dose of a different feeling, something warmer. Giyuu looked at thousands of terrified faces, he knew fear well enough to smell it from a mile. Happiness on the other hand. Could you be happy?

After a few months your expression changed. The look of your doe like eyes was no longer laced with fear. Did you get used to Shinazugawa? Can someone even get used to him or were you simply lying?

The fair haired man was a brute at his best, a monster at his worst. And yet, it was his idea to take you as a wife. Something about not wanting to leave a woman's honour stained and a bunch of children fatherless or at least that's what he seemed to say one night during training.

If someone would ask Giyuu, there was no love in Sanemi's eyes when he mentioned you. There was no joy in his voice when he reported to Oyakata saying you're pregnant. There was no difference between how he spoke about a group of trainees and you.

Somehow, you still managed to put a smile on your face. Was his treatment enough to satisfy you? Did you throw yourself into the role of a wife and mother, not thinking about the unfortunate circumstances, about the lack of choice, the dryness of these emotions. Were you fine without love in your life? Of course you would love your children but who would love you?

Giyuu's thoughts cost a few demons their heads. He sliced and cut, easing out his anger, letting it drip with his sweat, leaving his system.

Soon, he started to miss the anger, it was easier than what he heard.

It was after you gave birth to a small yet healthy boy with hair as fair as the moon's cheeks. The baby was brought before Oyakata who looked at it as if it was a precious treasure. They were just talking about trying out the baby's blood, as it gets a bit older, when the child started to cry. The few other Hashira and Oyakata's wife tried to calm the tiny boy but the tears wouldn't stop rolling. Shinazugawa kept still, only looking at the baby wriggling and kicking in his hands.

Your quiet footsteps were heard only by Giyuu but as you walked past him, you didn't even spare him a glance, too entranced with your crying child.

Shinazugawa looked like he wanted to say something but ultimately decided against it, handing you the child. After a while the crying eased and the boy was lulled to sleep by your quiet murmurs.

“He's hungry.” You said more to yourself than to others.

Oyakata left after a few more words and a promise to keep up to which Sanemi and you nodded, your head bouncing back and forth with the force of a person fighting for their dream. The Hashira left shortly after, every beside Giyuu who disguised his true intentions, lying about meditation and a further meeting with another Hashira in a moment. Truthly he just wanted a glance at the kid, at the fruit of your (and his) work. So when you and Sanemi started to talk, he could hear everything as clear as day.

“I told you to rest.”

“The baby was crying.”

“I can handle.”

You kept silent for a second.

“Sanemi-” So you called him by his first name. “-thank you.”

He didn't answer. Instead the sound of a short breath reached Giyuu's ears. It ached to turn around, to see when the brute did to you. Grab your arm? Look at you with those hateful eyes? Turn his back to you? Punish you for stepping up?

Finally, Giyuu felt thankful he did not turn. Another sound came forth, the sound of a kiss.

It was easier to bear when he convinced himself you were unhappy. It was easier to picture Shinazugawa as a monster who used you at night and left you in the morning. It was easier to treat it as a mission from Oyakata. Every lie Giyuu fed himself was easier than looking at your eyes, fixed upon another man's face, filled to the brim with love.

[isaltychocolate]

Here’s a “pat pat “ from ur big brother 🫳🏻

[winkliee]

thinking about sanemi getting to know that his crush has a crush on him too. he gets so riled up, that eventually after a class together, you two end up kissing, and making out in an empty room. he lifts up to your legs to his shoulders, your underwear getting exposed through your small skirt, as you desperately try to cover yourself up, blushing furiously. he will smirk, and say-

"now, now, don't try to cover up. lemme see what i deserve."

[akiranzee]

❤️ • ° ` — “HATE TO LOVE YOU”

-> PAIRINGS: Sanemi Shinazugawa x f!Hashira!Y/n -> SUMMARY: You like him, but he hates you. Or so you think. -> WORD COUNT: 2.0k+ -> CONTAINS: fluff, a little cursing, a little suggestive (it’s js 1 paragraph lol), sanemi is 21 & reader is 19. -> A/N: this was sitting in my drafts for quite a while LMAO. anw, i’m gonna change some things here; genya got killed by his mother, so meaning only sanemi survived.

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It was that time of season, which you hated most, feeling all cold and shivering.

“Y/n-san!” Someone called out to you, only to reveal the kind boy you have met back at the Hashira meeting.

“Oh, Tanjiro-kun!” You yelled back, waving at him all smiley.

“What are you doing here, Y/n-san?” And you just then realized you are right in front of the wind hashira’s estate.

You didn’t know what you even came here for, perhaps you forgot, or perhaps you just... felt like it.

You asked Tanjiro the same question, his answer somewhere being ‘Shinobu-san asked me to bring Shinazugawa-san his medicines’.

Well, good luck Tanjiro.

Oh, now you remember.

Now you remember what you were doing in front of the wind hashira’s estate.

You wanted to give him some ohagis you made, which by the way, you’re holding right now.

I mean, he got injured in his last mission, so of course you have to pay him a visit. Especially when you like him, after all.

But instead of handing him the ohagis, you decided to pussy out and go back to your own estate.

Reaching your estate, you place the ohagis on the table and ate it in his stead.

You had dreams of one day, in this table, the both of you would eat, and he would sit right in front of you, talking about sweet nothings.

Also, desires of where he’ll sleep beside you in the bed, naked and covered in sweat, making love like there’s no tomorrow.

Those were the dreams and desires you wished to achieve. But you know damn well, that they will only be your dreams and desires, and will be nothing more than that.

It’s a painful thought, of course. But you can’t help but think he hates you.

And he’s shown countless signs of it.

When one time, you did hand him some ohagis you made, but he just told you to scram off. So in the end, you just decided to go back later when he’s inside his estate, and leave it outside.

Second time was when Oyakata-sama assigned you both for a mission. It was an easy mission, the demon wasn’t even an uppermoon or a lowermoon. It was just a normal one. But even so, Sanemi spat out his usual words to say to you, ‘weak’, ‘fragile’, ‘useless’, and ‘pitiful’.

Third time was when he also got very injured and you can’t help but get worried of course. So you and your dumbass decided to volunteer to bring Sanemi’s soup and medicine, only to be thrown straight to your face.

You’re lucky the soup was just mild hot, or else your face would��ve been burned.

And well, those were the times you clearly remember as they were the most hurtful times with him by far.

But even so, you still like him. Whatever can this feeling called ‘love’ ever do to a person? It’s crazy and it’s scaring you.

It’s scary how every single time he keeps pushing you away, you fall for him more and more instead.

It’s scary how every single time he curses at you, you even talk to him more and more.

It’s scary how every single time he rolls his eyes and avoids you, you follow him more and more.

It’s scary how ‘love’ can turn you into this kind of person.

And you don’t even hate it. Not even a single bit.

Even your friends, or your fellow hashiras ask you why, why did you fall in love with this scary scarred maniac.

And you don’t even know why. It must have been just... fate.

~~~~~

2 weeks later, Oyakata-sama called you for a mission.

It was to assassinate the lowermoon 2, somewhere deep in the forest.

You’ve been running around the dark forest for which you’ve estimated to be 3 hours atleast.

It was tiring, sure, but you’ve trained for more than a year to reach where you are now.

And you can’t let this lowermoon stop you.

It was a dumb act, that you’ve only realized the purpose of this demon once you were tired enough.

It was to tire you while running around the whole forest looking for him, when the forest itself is the demon’s blood demon art.

And once you’ve reached your limit, the demon camouflaged you at the right time, injuring your stomach and right leg.

You were obviously at a disadvantage, and your injuries hurted like hell, especially when it’s winter, and the cold is slowing you down.

But those didn’t stop you. Instead, you took your katana that fell out of your grip the moment the demon injured you, and tried your best to execute your fighting stance.

It was hard to breathe, your vision was slowly getting blurry, and your chest was feeling heavy.

It was as if you were almost gonna pass out, considering that you’ve went past your limits already.

The demon was about to attack you, and you were about to defend, but then suddenly, not even in a blink, the demon’s head fell off.

You didn’t know why or how, but your confusion was quickly solved when you saw a certain white haired man strolling right up to you.

“S-Shinazugawa-san!” You called out, causing your knees to give in, and causing Sanemi to sprint towards you.

If he hadn’t caught both your arms by now, you would’ve fallen head first to the ground.

“W-What are you doing here?” You managed to stutter out, blood dripping out of your mouth.

“Let’s get you to the butterfly estate first.” Sanemi said gruffly, swiftly carrying you in his arms bridal-style like you weigh just as a feather, and off he ran.

It was short, simple, and brash. But you swore you saw something wet in his eyes.

But you must’ve been just imagining it. Why would he, Sanemi Shinazugawa, the cold hearted wind pillar, cry for someone like you?

Your vision is blurry, that must be it.

Then, darkness completely takes over your sight, and falling asleep into his arms.

~~~~~

It’s comfy, warm, and soft. You tried to open your eyes and adjust to the lighting, only to hear a shriek coming from Aoi,

“HYA! L/N-SAN IS AWAKE!!” Aoi called out, sprinting out of the room and repeated the sentence thrice.

Your eyes were hurting by how the light hit your eyes, but even so, you still saw the one and only, Sanemi Shinazugawa.

“Let me have a minute with her.” Sanemi breathed out, and that was all it took for the both of you to be left alone.

“Sanemi-san... How are you?” You asked, smiling oh so gently at him without even noticing you called him by his first name.

“...You ask me that? Why don’t you look at your fucking self!? You look more pathetic and weak than me, hell, do you even care about yourself at this point!?” Sanemi snapped, and you were shocked.

Shocked because he never or you never saw him acting this way towards others. Even with Rengoku’s death, he didn’t cry, he didn’t get angry when they’ve known each other far more longer than the both of you know each other.

So why? Why does Sanemi Shinazugawa care for you? When after all, all he’s ever done was to push you away, curse at you, and roll his eyes at you.

So what does this sudden change mean?

“Damn it... Why can’t you just atleast stay...” Sanemi whispered under his breath, but you swore it was loud enough for the whole room to hear it.

“What do you mean?” Sending him a questioning and confused gaze, only to realize you weren’t supposed to hear that.

“Stop. Just stop. I don’t want to do anything with you anymore. Why do you keep making me feel like this? I hate this. I don’t like you. I despise you. I shouldn’t have saved you. I hate you.” He sprouted words again, but this time, you were far from believing them.

You saw the look on his eyes while saying those things, as if they were the complete opposite to what he just said.

He was on the verge of tears.

~~~~~

Sanemi Shinazugawa. 21 years old. Cold, arrogant, aggressive, and scary. Name him any heartless names you have, and it will easily define him.

Sanemi Shinazugawa. 13 years old. Kind, friendly, and bright. Name him any kind names you have, and it will easily define him.

Whatever does this two have a difference? It’s of the same man, but with different personalities.

Ah, that’s right. It was when Sanemi Shinazugawa still had everything, and when he had lost everything.

He was just a child, who’s childhood has been robbed away from him.

He was just a person, who tried to protect his family.

He was just a human, who make mistakes.

But why? Why can he never keep anything or anyone for himself?

His mother, his siblings, Masachika, Genya, all the people important and close to him. He could never keep them.

They’d always die when they’re near him. They’d always end up in a pool of blood, with tons of injuries.

Sanemi can never keep anything and nothing can ever belong to him. He always lose everything. He can never call something or someone his.

~~~~~

“W-What do you mean, Shinazugawa-san?” You reached out to his face, trying to wipe the tears away, but he obviously just slaps it away.

“Don’t touch me dammit.” He looks at you with anger, and maybe hatred. But his voice cracks, as if he didn’t want to say that.

“Sanemi-san, why do you keep pushing me away? I've always tried to be your friend, but why? Why do you hate me so much?” You questioned, feeling your heart break and tears threatening to spill out.

“I can never keep anyone.” He started, slowly calming down.

“Everyone who I’ve called friend, family, and brother. I’ve lost all of them. They all end up dying. I don’t want to get close to you, or else you might just become one of them. Be a bloody body laying on a pool of blood, all lifeless right in front of me. I don’t want to get attached to you, but you just keep going near me and it’s annoying.” He slowly looked at you, and you could see his eyes filled with sadness.

Ah, so that’s why. That’s why he’s always pushing you away, always rejecting you, always avoiding you. He just tried to protect you.

“The day you tried to give me ohagi, I had to build up much courage to push you away, but I found and ate it outside my estate either way. The day that Oyakata-sama also assigned us both on a mission, I told you those things to make you feel worthless and helpless. I didn’t want you fighting that demon, because who knows, you might just die in front of me. Also when you brought me that soup, I didn’t mean to throw it straight at your face. I aimed at the door, but my hand didn’t function correctly if I may say. On that last winter too, you gifted me 2 kimonos but I didn’t have any gift for you. And this winter too, you were about to give me ohagi, weren’t you?” He continued, looking away from your eyes.

It’s great that he looked away from you, or else he could’ve seen the ugly look on your face while crying.

You were crying because you weren’t sad. Instead because you were happy. Happy that you now knew your crush doesn't hate you.

And because he was rude to you not because he hates you, but because he wanted you to live.

You find yourself sitting up, reaching for his neck, and pulling him in for a hug.

That was his breaking point.

Tears started to flow down his cheeks, burying his face in your chest, and this time, he hugged back, not pushing you away anymore.

“Maybe. Just maybe, I could keep you. You could be mine.” Sanemi thought, slowly tightening his hug on you.

Sanemi Shinazugawa didn’t love to hate you. He hated to love you.

[budsofrose]

Okay uhh im having brainrot so bare with me

Modern au!Sanemi leaving the office, having finished up grading paperwork and having to rush home since he promised Genya he’d help with math.

He walks home so he could save up on money, and as he walks down the and passes by the halls he notices you in the school courtyard, sketchbook and pen in hand, doodling while simultaneously trying to focus on schoolwork.

He decides to walk up to you and ask what you’re doing out here since school hours have ended, but before he does he sees your pen drop and roll over near his foot. Abashed seeing him come into view as you try to pick up the pen, as he crouches down and gets up to give it to you. The pen looked like itd seen better days. Beat up with scratches, teeth marks, and the paint chipping off.

“Here.” He gestures, and you gratefully take it. Fingers brushing up against one another contrasting from his rough overworked fingers to your soft and delicate ones, eliciting a shiver from him.

“Im so sorry sensei, I hadn’t seen you were there.” You bow apologetically, your shirt showing cleavage and seeing it mushed up together in the process, being painfully flashed by sanemi.

He tisks with pink dusting his cheeks, he states “Well obviously. Why are you still here? Class hours ended a while ago, and the school’s closin up.”

You stammer, “Ah, well I usually stay a bit and study with friends, but they left a while earlier.” Looking down at your notebook and closing it off, as you start to pack your things.

“I’ll walk you home, its not safe for a student to be out for so long.” He offers. You try to protest but he’s already walking away, expecting you to follow him as you hastily pack your things.

As his figure slowly shrinks the farther he goes, you decided to just shove your items in your bag rather than put it in order. You can organize it later on right? Holding your bulky pencilcase in hand as you jog your way to catch up.

He glances at you for brief moment looking down at your shirt before slowing his pace so you could catch up to him.

“Thank you for offering to walk me home sensei, I really lost track of time today.” ‘Lost track of time daydreaming about you’ you internally thought.

He grunts out a ‘no problem’ before you two continue on your walk. Tension is seeping through the both of you, but its not long before the silence is broken again, but this time its surprisingly by Sanemi asking you a question.

“Whats up with your pen? Why’s it all fuck’- why’s it all beat up like that? Dont ya got other pens or something?” You chuckle at his little slip up, him having to withdraw from cursing since it wasn’t really professional, inside or outside of school campus, especially around a student.

“Oh? My pen? Well its my favorite pen ive had as a goodluck charm. I always try and stock up on refills since I like to write and draw a lot.” You say, gesturing to your pencilcase in hand.

“Im still finding a replica of it, since its really worn down now, it holds a special place in my heart. Not as special as my other pens though.” You fiddle with your pencil case, opening it up to showcase your pen.

“Didn’t know it meant that much to you.” He says before coming to an abrupt stop causing you to also stop just a few steps ahead of him.

“Why dont you tell me all about your pens, hm?” He says as he comes closer to you.

You didn’t know how long its been, but it felt like hours. God knows where you are, having to painstakingly explain to Sanemi about each an ever one of the pens you own as he slowly slides it inside you when finished doing so. Sobbing, as overstimulation hits you as he trys to bully one more pen inside your cunt from your bulky pencil case' as he rubs circles on your clit to sooth you.

You don’t know how you allowed yourselt to get roped into this, but you’re not complaining. as Sanemi strokes the insides of your thigh coaxing you to open up more.

“Good girl, such a good girl. how about just one more pen, just one more, alright? Maybe then ill take them out and give you something a bit bigger. Hows that sound?"

Genya never really got that help in the end.

I am by NO means a writer, like kudos to anyone (ao3 rizz) that writes at all, I just though abt this and said why not 🤷‍♂️

[ryotono]

Hashiras/Pillars reacting to a [Y/N] having three husband's (like uzui, but inverse u got lol)

Ft. Giyuu and Sanemi (I'll probably do more after!)

The reader here is Gender Neutral, Enjoy! ;)

yes I got u 3 hubbies hehe

Satoshi is your calmest husband, the serious one, but kind and patient. He's probably the one who does all the housework while you work as Hashira. (malewife supremacy)

Eiji is your loudest husband, the easily irritable one, but is a crybaby inside. He always offers to accompany you on your travels. (Outside he's: idc Inside he's: pls [y/n] don't leave me)

Ichiro is your most affectionate husband, probably the most emotional one too. He is always the first one to run towards you whenever you come home. ( He and Eiji sometimes cry together because they miss you)

In your last mission, you had to travel north after a report about a demon terrorizing the town, not much later you have been summoned by master Ubuyashiki to a Pillars meeting. Obviously you go without complaining, but you're already missing your husbands, just imagining getting home and being cuddled by the three melt your heart. It's been a long 5 weeks.

In the meeting, after master Ubuyashiki appears and y'all bow, everyone starts reporting they missions, and when it was your turn...

The suddenly crash in your left and loud voices, make you silent. Looking in that direction you see your three husbands, Ichigo and Eiji screaming in your direction and Satoshi trying everything to stop them.

Well, that's was unexpected.

- Giyuu was just staring at the floor after reporting, waiting for the meeting finish.

- The loud noise got him scared for a second.

- Looking at the commotion, he noticed three unknown people, and you walking towards them after excusing yourself.

- At first he thought they are you friends or family.

- Seeing you kissing the forehead of the crying one, he thinks that probably your husband and your brothers

- But then you caress the face of one them, and holds the hand of another crying one.

- Giyuu is lost

"Seems you have company [Y/N], who are?" Master Ubuyashiki asks after his daughters describe the scene to him.

"These are my husband master" You answer.

"We apologize for the sudden intrusion master Ubuyashiki, and for the wall"

"Wall?" Giyuu ask himself.

- He notices the huge hole made in the wall by your husbands

- Giyuu is even more lost now, not only did he find out you have THREE husbands, they managed to break down a wall in seconds after hearing your name.

- After the meeting, he ends up finding you and your husbands, Satoshi once more is apologizing for interrupting.

- In the end, Giyuu ends up joining you to eat (Ichigo insist in giving him some Ohagi)

- WHAT THE ACTUAL F*CK?

- Just some strange people invaded the Hashira Meeting AND interrupt Master Ubuyashiki? Sanemi is PISSED.

- After the meeting he goes after you and your husbands.

- He finds you outside the Ubuyashiki mansion talking, you seem to be scolding two of them.

- He walks towards you with heavy steps, and you seem to listen to him.

"Ah, hey Shinazugawa"

"Are you some kind of idiot?"

"What? - You ask"

"Who do you think you are to let these people walking in the Master Mansion?"

"Why do you care? We already apologized to master Ubuyashiki and paid for the broken wall. - You say defending your husbands. One of them growls in Sanemi's direction"

"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT, YOU CAN'T JUST LET THEM COME AND INTERRUPT A MEETING"

- Sanemi started screaming at you, at your husbands and even the rock y'all are near.

- And you four just stay there listing here talking about whatever he's talking. Probably about "your stupidity" and "the stupidity of your husbands" and "and why Eiji shouldn't use an ax to break a wall".

- He is basically screaming about you and your husbands.

"AND THAT'S WHY YOU SHOULDN'T LEAVE-" Your interrupt him, sighing tired.

"Shinazugawa if you want to be the fourth husband, just ask okay?"

- he stops and only stares at you.

- Yup, you broke him.

I've had this idea for a while, it didn't turn out the way I wanted, but I will try again someday ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

And don't worry! I will make another Hashira/Pillars and [Y/N] soon!

Hope you enjoyed! ^^

[English is actually not my first language so I'm sorry for any misspelling or errors I may have done]

[tsutkomi]

No One Cares (Sanemi x Reader!) Part 1

Fandom: Demon Slayer

Character: Sanemi Shinazugawa

“𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭?!”

≪ ◦ ❖ ◦ ≫

Warning! Mentions of abuse, violence, angst.

You never understood why he talked to you the way he did.

Then again, he remembered everything.

Just like you did. How you would walk up to him with aching bruises on your face and arms. Dried tears down your cheeks but you held a smile laughing at him. He wouldn’t say anything when you and him were younger. As you both grew older…You couldn’t feel every hit that they gave you…but you felt every hit that he did. His words stung every time you came to him like that.

Why did he speak to you that way?

Did he not know how much the words that spewed from his mouth mean to you? How, no matter what they said to you—his was more important?

What happened? What did you do? Why did he suddenly hate you? What happened to your best friend…

≪ ◦ ❖ ◦ ≫

“Y/n.”

You thoughts were stopped by a familiar monotone voice.

“Yes, Giyu?”

“You were staring again. Were you listening to me?”

You’d talk to Giyu on your off days when you’re weren’t working. Surprisingly, you met him after encountering a demon while walking home. He saved you and ever since you’ve dedicated your time to him. He looked like he had no one to talk to, so you figured why not be the one to speak to him.

“Uhhh…no I wasn’t. Sorry about that..” you said as you turned to the ground, face turning a bright pink.

He stared at you for a few seconds before setting down the lunch you made for him. “You’ve been drifting a lot lately. Is everything alright?”

Uh oh. You knew you couldn’t lie to this man. He read your body and emotions like a book. For someone who barely made a face himself, he knew a lot about emotions.

You glanced at him quickly before sitting up straight. “No! Just got a lot on my mind is all—you know from my grandpas shop! All these expenses and stuff getting in the way and—”

“Is this about Shinazugawa?”

Dammit.

Your attempt was absolutely futile.

With a heavy sigh, you turned to him in utter disappointment. “Yes..how did you know?”

For what felt like hours of his staring, Giyu finally picked up his lunch and continued eating. Your body ran hot and stomach was tight. You never talked to Giyu fully about how you knew who he was or how you even knew anything about slayers. You accidentally spilled it out that you knew Sanemi and he was in utter shock that a woman even knew of the white hair gremlin. He thought Sanemi ran all women away with his tyrant attitude. Once he figured out you both were childhood friends, Giyu’s approach to you was different.

“…Just a guess. Why don’t you just speak to him?”

You tried.

“I don’t know…I guess I’m just nervous.”

Giyu was silent. He continued to eat his food while staring at nothing. He didn’t know why you persisted to lie to him, but he felt it was because maybe you were uncomfortable about the topic. Or just about Sanemi all together. “You should speak with him.”

“But I—”

“And not with desperation.”

….

Desperate. Giyu thinks you’re desperate. Maybe you are. Maybe you are desperate. You’ve tried so many times, but it was like a invisible force was stopping you every-time. Maybe his own force. His rude and blunt force.

“Giyu…I’ve tried. But he talks to me as if I’m so small to him…”

Making a unknown face, Giyu turns to you fully with a cheek full of food. Swallowing it down, he gently folds up his napkin and trashes the rest. “Aren’t you used to him speaking like that? He is always dismissive to anyone that speaks to him.” You watch as Giyu then stands slowly disposing of the wrap, and cleaning off his hands before placing them on his sword. He turns to you with a empty stare.

“W-well yes but he wasn’t always like that! He used to be very sweet..but..”

What explanation could you possibly give to him? You didn’t know either..one day he was sweet like he always was—-smiling and laughing with you or at you. Then…

“He disappeared. I haven’t seen him for a long time…my grandpa told me some kind of incident happened..and I never saw him again for some years..I met him again after he saved some of the villagers around here. He didn’t even look my way…I’ve just been following him..I guess he got tired of me.”

Looking up from your sob story, you finally made eye contact with Giyu, who finally peeled his gaze from the sky. His face was unreadable but his eyes told he knew something. You couldn’t help but squint and point towards him. “What’s the look for?”

Nothing.

“What? Do you know something?!”

Nothing.

“Are you listening to me?! Stop staring into my soul! It’s creepy!”

Some silence before he finally stood dusting off his haori.

“Don’t worry about it..you’ll be fine. Just try what I said and keep trying. He will get tired of you and eventually fold.” Utter confusion fill your mind and you watched as he picks up his signature blade, setting it on his left hip. ‘Well that doesn’t help at all.’

“Go home. It’s getting dark.”

You then watched as he turned his back towards you back to the path from where he came. You always looked to Giyu for anything but you’ve learned he’s not good at romance. But you just couldn’t help this aching feeling in your chest and stomach.

Your skin burned so bad as if you were a demon in the sunlight. It just didn’t feel right when you were around him…like you didn’t belong there anymore. Like you were invading his space. You always invaded his space.

No stop. You’ll think about it later. I mean who cares? So what your best friend end in the entire world suddenly stops talking to you and the last time he did it was a insult! You always gotta look toward the future right?

‘Right Sanemi?…’

I mean seriously, who cares?

I do…

To be continued…

[paintoreos]

Have some Sanemi Shinazugawa :)

[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

Home alone

Tags - Modern AU, swearing, threatening children (in a joking manner), reader is called Mommy by children

When you first walked in the front door, before you were able to even slip into a pair of house shoes you were always bombarded with hugs and kisses of greeting, ones you were always happy to receive. When you walked in today, however, the house was unusually quiet. Which was not what you expected. “Sanemi? Shinya! Seina!” You called out to the whole household, heaving the bags of groceries into the kitchen as you looked around. The house was tidy, toys put back in their usual spots, and no blankets scattered around the sofa and floor. There wasn’t a single stuffed animal sitting in a random spot in the house. It was suspiciously spotless. “Sanemi Shinazugawa!” you called out again, wandering down the hallway towards the wing of the house where the bedrooms were. Peering into each room for any sign of a small human or even your owl-eyed husband. Going back to the kitchen you pulled your phone from your bag, dialing your husband's number. It was picked up after 2 rings. “Hey babe, what’s up?” “Where are you? Where are the kids?” You put the phone on speaker so you could put away the groceries, organizing the many snacks for the twins and even snacks for you. “We went to the park. I bet them that if they could clean their rooms faster than I could clean the living room we would go to the park. They won, don’t check under their beds though. They both shoved most of their stuff under them. I didn’t even want to correct them, they did it.” You laughed, knowing that even though they no longer shared a room, they still shared ideas and personalities. Your neighbor had mentioned a twin telepathy thing that you denied, but it seems you were being proved wrong once again. “Oh, alright. Thank you for cleaning my love, it looks beautiful. Not one single block for me to step on” Sanemi laughed this time. You could hear children screaming in the background, high-pitched laughter, and squeals of joy. “Is that mom!? Tell her hi!” “Hi, Mom! Dad lost! Izumi is here too!” “Get out of my face, don’t scream in my ear you two. Go play with The Tomioka’s you’ll see Mom later.” Sanemi continued scolding the twin, Seina’s sharp tongue lashing right back at her father. She was a crybaby most of the time but when she was riled up she had an attitude that could rival her father's. “Seina be nice to daddy! He doesn’t like loud noises they give him headaches.” You called out, hoping she could hear you. “You hear that brat? Be nice” You didn’t have to see to know Seina was pulling a face, the grumbling that resonated through your speaker made you shake your head. Thankfully Shinya had chosen to remain quiet. Although he was 10 minutes older than Seina, he had your temperament, more docile and quick thinking rather than emotional. “Alright babe, I’m gonna throw Seina in the lake, go ahead and make dinner for three” Sanemi interrupted your thoughts with a maniacal laugh. “DAD! NO!” giggling ensued on the other end of the line, a few squeals accompanying it. “Dad! MY turn, spin me!” Shinya was joining in. “Alright bud, hold on. Let me say bye to your mom first.” “Bye, Mom!” “Bye, Mommy! Love you” You gave them your love “Okay, baby we’ll be home in like an hour. I love you” “I love you too Sanemi, Be safe.” The line cut off, letting you continue with the task at hand.

“Mommy we’re home!!” Shinya ran into the living room where you were seated, jumping onto the couch next to you. “Daddy took us to the park and we got to play with Izumi because she was there too. There were ducks and even a bunch of frogs! Daddy said I can’t keep one” Shinya was pouting as he cuddled into your side, resting his head on your shoulder. Sanemi finally showed up, Seina fast asleep on his shoulder. You waved him over to you, motioning to the seat on your other side. “we can go back and visit the frogs. But you can’t take them from their home, their parents will miss them. Just like Daddy and I would miss you if you left.” Shinya nodded, letting out a yawn. “are you guys hungry? I made Beef curry.” Sanemi shook his head laying his head on the back of the sofa. “They wore me out just as much as the park wore them out. Did you know that Izumi bites? I’m so glad they don’t, I would have to bite back” You giggled, reaching over to smooth back his hair. before looking down at your son who was passed out on your shoulder. You cooed smoothing his hair down as well. “And you bite hard my love, I’m pretty sure I have at least one scar of your teeth on my shoulders” “ah, that is supposed to be there, no one is going to fuck with a woman who has my teeth in her. No one should fuck with you anyways” You nodded “Very true, I also don’t think anyone would mess with a woman who has two screaming 4 year olds. No matter how cute they are, they were terrors when they are well rested. C’mon, let’s put them to bed, then we can eat and pass out on the couch” Sanemi didn’t waste time getting up from the couch, offering you a hand as you lugged the children to their rooms.

[flametrashiraarchive]

The Wind and Wisteria- chapter 3.

It’s here!! I have one more chapter left to write and then this part of the story is wrapped up!

I have thought about going back in time and writing about the first time you meet (and bang) Sanemi, or maybe jumping ahead to another sexy adventure. If you’d like more please let me know.

Content guidance: There is no smut in this chapter (but we’ll make up for that in chapter 4.) CW for violence and blood.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2|

Chapter 3

The morning after the kiss, Sanemi is called away on another mission. His Kasugai crow wakes up the entire house as it frantically delivers the message, and Sanemi leaves before dawn. He doesn’t say goodbye, which isn’t surprising. He never has.

It takes a week for the tingling to subside whenever you remember the sensation of his lips on yours, and even then it catches you off guard when you think you're safe.

You try your best to push him from your mind and throw yourself into your work.

Little by little, day by day, your house empties. Most of the kakushi have left by the second week. A few days after that the doctor returns to check on Kyojuro Rengoku, the wounded flame hashira. 

After checking him over, the doctor proclaims that the patient is out of immediate danger and recovering well. To be honest though, you could have told him that. Your home has been filled with Rengoku’s loud, effusive laughter for a couple of days.

“Someone needs to write a study on the healing properties of your shrimp tempura, my friend,” Kyojuro sits in bed a month after he first came in with his injuries, happily working his way through his second plate of the dish that afternoon as you change his dressing on his chest. 

You chuckle and shake your head. “Eat your fill, Rengoku-sama. If anyone deserves to consume their body weight in crustaceans it’s you.”

“I truly cannot thank you enough.” The flame hashira is all smiles once more. His good eye is full of light and warmth, the other still concealed behind a patch. It won’t work again but it doesn’t seem to bother him. None of his injuries do. He’s still just as pleasant, enthusiastic, and friendly as ever. “But please don’t concern yourself with formalities. Kyojuro is just fine.”

You finish dressing his wound, which appears to be healing well considering. “The doctor confirmed that you're well enough to travel to the butterfly mansion today. The kakushi will be here soon to take you.”

“Ah! The butterfly mansion? That is good news. Perhaps my brother can visit? My family’s home isn’t far from there.” He puts his hand on yours and smiles. “But I will miss the tempura, my friend.”

You laugh, “I’ll pack some for you to eat on the journey.”

“You’re a blessing. Thank you from the very bottom of my heart.”

"Well thank you for being such a wonderful guest. And for all that you do, Kyojuro."

He squeezes your hand and smiles, radiating warmth and kindness.

You leave the room in a wonderful mood. It does your heart so much good to see the flame hashira alive and well, and to be honest, you’re going to miss him when he goes.

When the Kakushi arrive later that day with a cart to carry him to the butterfly mansion, you stand at the front door to your house and wave him off. A wry smile pulls at your lips, because you can still hear him talking and laughing long after the road curves and he disappears from view. 

It’s a beautiful evening and your home is empty once more. You head out into your garden to bring in the laundry. The sun has just set, leaving the sky kissed with hues of gold and pink. The breeze blows through the sheets and sways the wisteria blossoms, scenting the air with a sweet, pleasant smell. You close your eyes and just stand there, appreciating the beauty of the fading day before turning round and almost slamming right into–

“Sanemi?” 

Right away your body begins to heat and some foolish part of you hopes he came back to finish what he began in the kitchen a month ago. 

But his lips are downturned, his eyes are weary, and they’re looking everywhere but at you. “I need to stay here tonight.”

Whatever mission he has been on the past month has visibly taken a toll on him; there are fresh scars on his arms and chest, and when his gaze finally settles on you, there are horrors reflected there beyond your imagination. There's also an open wound on his shoulder.

Sanemi may be a difficult man to deal with–and a difficult man to develop feelings for–but there isn’t a person alive who can claim to fight harder than he does against the demons who feed off humanity. And whatever feelings you have for him pale in comparison to your duty as the mistress of a house with a wisteria crest.

“Okay. Well, of course you’re welcome here as a member of the Demon Slayer Corps. I’ll prepare a room for you.”

"Thank you," he says, his eyes still fixed on the ground. 

"You're bleeding… should I fetch–?"

"I'm fine," he says bluntly.

His voice has always contrasted sharply with his appearance. To look at him; his scars, his wild eyes and unruly hair, you would never expect his voice to be so smooth and calm. It's the type of voice that can send shivers down your spine even when he isn't whispering filth in your ear. 

You lead him into your house. He knows the way by now; he has stayed with you so many times, but he follows a step behind as if he needs your guidance.

"Here you are," you say quietly, gesturing to the room he has stayed in time and time again.

He pulls in a long, slow breath and raises his eyes to meet yours. For a moment it seems as though he's about to speak but then he looks away again.

The air between you is stifling. 

"Sanemi–"

"Don’t." He grits his teeth and glances away, a quiet growl sounding at the back of his throat. "I know I shouldn't have come back, I just didn't know where else to go. I'll leave in the morning."

That hurts a little but you're not about to tell him that. "Fine. Do what you like, but if you won't let me fetch the doctor to look at that wound, at least let me clean it and bandage it. Otherwise it could fester."

A dismissive grunt sounds in his throat as he takes his katana from his belt and props it against the wall. He gestures to his scarred face and torso. "Look at me; I know how to treat wounds. Bring me the supplies and I'll do it myself. I don't need you."

There's no point in arguing. You know Sanemi will only dig in his heels. 

"Such a stubborn ass," you mutter under your breath as you head off to get the supplies. You always have a first aid kit on hand because of how often demon slayers come to you with minor cuts and scratches. 

The world outside the window is pitch dark now.

As you head back to the room you notice a trail of little blood droplets all the way down your hallway floor leading to the room, and your chest tightens with worry. The wound is clearly worse than Sanemi is letting on.

Approaching the room you try to make him see reason, "Sanemi this looks a little worse than–" 

He's asleep.

You hesitate in the doorway, instinctively afraid of waking him. But asleep or not, one of you needs to stop the bleeding. You head into the room and approach the sleeping hashira. For the first time since you've known him he looks peaceful.

Sanemi barely stirs as you sit on the edge of the bed and begin to tend to his wounds. His eyes open only slightly before he mutters something unintelligible and drifts back off.

Carefully– and with considerable difficulty since Sanemi is absolutely no help whatsoever– you remove his haori so you can better access the wound. His hashira uniform is sleeveless beneath, which makes this a whole lot easier. 

The wound is fairly deep but looks far less dire once you get the dried blood cleaned up. In fact, it's odd that it left a trail of blood droplets at all. It doesn't look like it needs stitches but it's likely he'll have yet another scar.

You apply pressure, trying not to let your gaze linger on him for too long. As always it's a battle you lose. 

Finding yourself attracted to Sanemi is a curious thing. 

At first glance you can't help but see his scars and bloodshot eyes, and his general air of shitheadedness. But once you notice how handsome he is beneath all that, his beauty takes root in your heart and refuses to stop blooming. It isn't just his muscles or the scars or the way he can fuck you. It's the tangle of contradictions which make him who he is. 

No one treads the line between angel and devil quite like Sanemi.

You finish bandaging his wound and stand to leave, halted by the sudden sensation of his hand around yours.

"Stay," he murmurs softly, his sleepy voice laced with a vulnerability you aren't used to hearing from him.

So you stay. 

You sit down on the edge of the bed, holding his hand as he sleeps. Sanemi's hands break your heart. They're hands which have endured and dealt unimaginable pain. His knuckles are scarred, his palms thick and callused from years of wielding his blade. 

And yet that night, when he kissed you, those hands which have known so much violence, caressed you with more tenderness than you ever thought existed.

Even the way they feel when he touches you; when he's rough, bordering on brutal, his wounded, abused hands still have the ability to coax out so much pleasure. 

His hands are just another of Sanemi Shinazugawa's contradictions.

Deep down inside, an urge stirs in your chest; the urge to keep holding onto his tired hands forever.

"You're a pain in the ass, you know," you say quietly as he sleeps.

He stirs ever so slightly, rolling onto his side and bringing the back of your hand to rest on his cheek. Your heart squeezes as his brow furrows and he gently nuzzles your hand before falling still once more. You can’t help but smile.

A sinister, inhuman laugh breaks through the stillness, and at once the air reeks of fetid, rotting flesh. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

"Mmm… the air here is ripe with marechi blood," a demonic voice snarls from above.

Fear shoots through your body; a deep, primal instinct telling you a predator is near. You're suddenly no more than a rabbit realizing too late that a fox is in your warren. You freeze, not daring to look up. 

Droplets of blood drip from the ceiling onto the white bed sheets. 

Panicked, your instinct is to wake Sanemi, but the moment you try to rouse him, you're pulled away from him and dragged out the door with so much force you don't even have time to scream. 

In the blink of an eye you're outside surrounded by darkness and trees, and staring into the blood-red eyes of the demon.

Sharp teeth and claws, blood running from its eyes like rivers of tears, and that cruel, inhuman laugh.

Your back is pressed to the cold earth as the demon scrapes a long, black claw along your cheek. Its mouth hangs open, drool dripping from its fangs, ready to bite into your flesh. Your hands find a fallen stick and you shove it into its mouth, preventing it from biting you. 

Wicked laughter rattles from between its lips as it bites the stick in two. Your efforts bought you a couple of seconds, nothing more.

"Feisty one, aren't you?" it growls, plucking a splinter of wood from between its teeth. "That's good. Adds a peppery taste to your flesh. Tell me, are you the one with marechi blood, hm? Or is the sleeping one? Doesn't matter either way, I'll eat you both." 

You don't hesitate to ram the jagged point of the broken stick into its neck, the bones of your arm rattling from the force. 

Gargled curses fill the air as blood spills from the monster's mouth. If it were a natural creature, that would be the end of it, or so close enough that you could attempt to escape, but the demon recovers quickly, its flesh healing before your eyes as you try with every last remaining ounce of your strength to overpower it.  

Don't give in. Fight. Fight. I have to fight. 

You wedge your feet beneath its belly and push with all your might, sending the gargling fiend back just a few inches, enough for you to wriggle free and crawl out from under it. 

The demon only laughs, wiping away tears of blood as you find your feet and begin to run. In an instant it's on you once more, pinning your arms behind your back and stopping your escape. Your instincts scream at you to break free from his iron grip.

Whatever it takes, you must survive.

"I was going to kill you quickly, but not anymore. I'll break your arms and legs, make you watch as I eat your lover. I'll take my time with both of you," it snarls into your ear. "Feast upon you one little piece at a time so you live as long as possible. Your screams will echo in this place long after you are gone."

Kicking back with all your might, your heel is met with the solid boney flesh of its leg. It doesn't flinch. It isn't enough.

I'm going to die.

A sudden wind blows, so strong it steals your breath away, and apparently knocks the demon back, because at once your arms are free and you fall forward onto the ground.

The figure of a man appears, crouching defensively in front of you, blocking your line of vision.

His all too familiar voice calls out to the darkness, "I'll tear you to fucking shreds!"

"Sanemi!"

The hashira doesn't move. He remains crouched between you and the demon, like a wild beast waiting to pounce upon its prey. 

You move to try to pull yourself up, but he reaches a hand behind him and places it between your shoulder blades, pushing you firmly to the ground. "Stay down." 

The demon cackles in the darkness. "Ah… a hashira, is it? Good. The pair of you will make a fine meal."

The voice seems to come from every direction at once.

"Come on out, demon," Sanemi calls. "You think you can take me on? Bring it on, you ugly fuck."

A snarl sounds from above, and a fraction of a second later, Sanemi pounces. His movements are so fast your eyes can barely keep up. He and the demon clash mid-air, his blade slicing its abdomen in half. It's not enough to kill the demon, but Sanemi doesn't hesitate to slice again and again, carving the demon to pieces. 

"What's the matter?" Sanemi taunts as the demon thrashes on the ground. "You thought you could get away with attacking her? Well you were dead wrong." He stabs the demon again. "What was it you said? Your screams will echo in this place long after you're gone?" He smiles, plunging his blade into the demon's eye socket and twisting it. "Thanks for the inspiration."

The demon shrieks, its claws swiping helplessly in Sanemi's direction. The hashira simply swings his blade, slicing off the demon's hands. And then he stabs and stabs. The demon's pained howls ring through the darkness.

Sanemi's eyes are wide and wild. "I'm gonna send you to hell, and when you get down there you're going to give every demon you see a message. Understand? I'm going to carve this message into your damn soul so every demon that comes after you instinctively knows it. Burn these words into your blood." He grips the demon by the hair and yanks its head up and around, snapping its neck to make it look at you. Sanemi jabs a finger in your direction. "You don't get to threaten her. You don't get to hurt her. If any demon so much as thinks about it, I'll kill them far, far more slowly and painfully than this. Got it?"

There's so much fury, so much possession in his voice, and as he delivers the killing blow to the demon, you can only lie there, astounded.

The demon's body crumbles to smoldering ash, carried away by the fresh night air, and the forest falls completely silent.

"Are you hurt?" Sanemi asks.

"No. I'm fine." You pull yourself to your feet and dust yourself off. 

"No you're not, idiot." He steps up to you, tilts your chin with his index finger, inspecting the claw mark on your cheek. 

"I said I'm fine."

The corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk. "You sound like me. But yeah, you're right. It's just a cut." As quickly as his smile appears, it dissolves to a scowl. "I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner. It took me a minute to figure out what had happened to you. I'm not at my best right now."

"That wasn't your best?"

He shakes his head. "I'm exhausted."

"You fell asleep so deeply and so quickly before. Was that the demon's influence?"

The corner of his mouth twitches ever so slightly. "No. I'm just… tired. I'm so tired of fighting, of losing people, of feeling like we're never gonna win. The only time I ever feel good is when–" he cuts himself off and turns away from you. "The mission I was on this past month… The victims were kids. I haven't been able to sleep since. Not until I came here." He adds quietly. "Not until I came here… to you."

"Sanemi–" You take a step toward him, half expecting him to flinch away, but he doesn't. He lets you bring up your hands to cup his face.

"Goddamn it. I've tried to push you away. I've tried to stop myself from feeling anything for you but…" He mirrors your gesture, carefully caressing your cheeks with his scarred and bloodied hands. "Caring for you terrifies me, because everyone I've ever found comfort in has died. Every one of them."

"You care for me?"

"Dammit I've tried not to. At first it was just sex and spending a few hours drinking sake and pretending to be normal, but then…" He sighs. "I thought if I never looked you in the eyes, if I just focused on pleasure and kept you at a distance I could keep fucking you and stop myself from caring but I can't. I can't. And now you're the only person I've cared for that I've been able to save and… maybe that means something."

Your cheeks are burning, your heart pounding to a frantic rhythm.

"Fuck. Say something." His voice is tinged with desperation. "Tell me to leave you alone. Tell me you don't want me–"

"Never."

His eyes widen and a look of sheer panic crosses his face. 

"Sanemi, I can't do that." You pull in a deep breath. "I am yours."

"You're…"

"Yours."

His lips are on yours a heartbeat later, but where the first kiss was gentle and tender, this is anything but. He pins you to him, his lips possessive and desperate, claiming you entirely. There's no hesitation, no reluctance,  just relief and release. One of his hands tangles in your hair, and you’re barely balancing on tiptoe as he holds you against his body with his other arm at the small of your back.

You kiss him back with just as much passion, burying your fingers in his hair, feeling him groan against your lips. The heat of his body pulses against yours as he kisses you.

He pulls back, hands holding your face as he grits his teeth and you brace yourself, expecting him to walk away again. But he just strokes his thumb across your cheek, following the path of the demon's shallow claw mark.

"I'm never going to let you get hurt again," he whispers. "You hear me?"

He kisses you again without waiting for an answer, this time softer but no less passionate.

"Tell me you're mine," you whisper against his lips.

The soft moan which emerges from him is enough to send shivers through your entire body. 

"I'm yours," he says. "I'm yours. And I've been an idiot. Let me… I can make it up to you. I'll do anything."

This time, you kiss him, and your heart somersaults when he kisses you back. "Take me home." 

Sanemi nods and takes your hand in his. "Let's go back then. I'll take you back home and I'll do what I should have done the first time you asked."

...To be concluded...

[datlokibumtho]

Sanemi: "I love it when someone says 'do you know you're an asshole?' Yeah. I know. I wake up every morning, look myself in the mirror and go 'rise and shine, dickhead, let's go see who we can piss off today'."

[justatypicalwizard]

Wants Within Masterlist | S. Shinazugawa

✦ Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au, reader is adult

✦ Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate even you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention.

18+, minors do not interact

50k+ words story

Read here (ao3)

✦ This story has been a part of my learning how to write and, although many of the early chapters are pretty shitty I feel nostalgic about it. The further the story the better. I plan on finishing it soon after more than a year of writing.

[thefinalhashira-angrysag]

Poor Sanemi is going through some shit right now 😭