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calypsocolada · 1 year ago

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PRACTICAL | s. shinazugawa

synopsis: you work at the butterfly mansion and your least favorite hashira comes to visit.

authors note: this is my first fanfic so please be nice haha I kinda just wrote this without any direction. I know nothing about medical stuff so bear with me.

cw warnings: mentions of blood, some cussing, slightly suggestive. that’s it I think let me know if I missed anything!

wc: 2.5k

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One word that you’d use to describe Sanemi Shinazugawa was cold. Cold like the icy morning air that stung your cheeks. That made you grab scarf and pull it up over your nose to hide from its sharp bite.

You worked at the butterfly mansion, all the great Hashira’s came through here. All of them so different. Giyuu was quiet but kind. Mitsuri outgoing and thankful (you always liked when she was around). Tengen was flirty, claiming that he had room for another wife before winking at you. And although that offer was tempting he was far too much for you, you did like his wives though. You never really saw Obanai much but on the off chance you did you gave him space, he didn’t seem much of a talker. You never met Gyomei. Rengoku was one of your favorites, he went completely out of his way to make you laugh, to share his food with you and sometimes while he was training, he’d teach you a few things. Tokito was adorable, he wasn’t around much but when he was you loved talking with him. Explaining things that he didn’t understand and smiling when he did. Now Sanemi, he was your least favorite hashira. He was rude, loud and obnoxious. You’d pray that you got someone else’s bedside to take care of when you saw him being carried into the mansion, bloody and bruised. He wasn’t even conscious this time and still you were annoyed.

You remember when you first met him, you smiled as you brought his food and medicine and although he didn’t return the sentiment you still were polite. You asked how his day was, he grunted. You helped him eat (both of his arms were broken) he gripped at you to go faster. You gave him his medicine and he laughed when you dropped the cap on accident. When he was a bit better to be able to stand and train his body back he was 10x worse! He called you healer girl even though you reminded him of your name countless times. He never left you alone, he’d follow you around and crack stupid jokes, he’d splash water in your face multiple times during the cup game and once when you were talking with another girl, he eavesdropped and laughed at something you considered a low moment in your life. Right then and there you decided Sanemi Shinazugawa was your least favorite person.

The next few times he came around you purposely made sure you were halfway across the mansion at all times, busying yourself with other things. You heard from some other healers that he was in bad shape after your second day of hiding. You felt terrible.

“Is he conscious?” You’d asked one of the girls.

“No! We’re all very worried!” She answered back. You sighed. You were the best healer and if you kept hiding out because of some stupid things you’d feel responsible for not helping. So you dragged yourself to Sanemi’s room. He was currently sharing a room with Rengoku. A smile lit up your face at the sight of him.

“Ren! What’re you doing here?” You exclaimed as you ran across the room, he jumped to his feet to meet you in a hug and spun you off your feet. You laughed happily as he sat you back down.

“Got here at the same time as Nemi here, I was in a bit better shape then him.” Rengoku fills you in. You turn to look at Sanemi. He was pale, his cheeks flushed, he had cuts and bruises littered all over his skin, his torso was wrapped with white gauze that clearly needed to be changed because some blood was seeping through. “Wondering where you were, thought maybe you were away or something.” Rengoku says as you walk over to Sanemi’s bedside. He was sleeping fitfully, obviously uncomfortable from the pain. You reached out, the back of your hand pressing against Sanemi’s forehead. He was burning up, his cheeks and forehead clammy.

“Don’t tell anyone,” you whispered as you reached for a cloth, dousing it in cold water and ringing it out. “I was hiding.” You told Rengoku. His brows turned in in confusion. You made a face and signaled to Sanemi. Rengoku’s eyes grew as he mouthed the word ‘oh’ as though he understood. You pressed the cold cloth to Sanemi’s forehead and he seemed to relax just a bit.

“I too like to hide away from my feelings.” He joked and your face instantly blushed.

“Negative feelings.” You corrected quickly.

“Negative?” Rengoku echoed. “You don’t have a crush?”

“No! Of course not!” You burned, trying to keep your voice as a hushed whisper. Rengoku cocked his head like a dog at you, you rolled your eyes, turning back to Sanemi. He’d moved closer somehow, clearly unaware of who was currently taking care of him. You pulled the rag away and rung it out with cold water again, pressing it to his cheeks as you pulled the cover from his body. He was radiating heat so before you could change his bandage you needed to get his temperature down just a bit. Rengoku watched quietly as you got to work. Slowly evening out Sanemi’s temperature.

“He likes you.” Rengoku whispers into the silence. Your eyes snap up to his, hand pausing before you checked his temperature again.

“I think you’re very mistaken, Ren.” You corrected as Rengoku squinted his eyes.

“He told me you were his favorite…” Rengoku trailed off, looking up as if trying to recall the memory fully. You shook your head with a laugh.

“Ren, please.”

“No it’s true! He asked for you before he lost consciousness.”

“He probably said healer girl, there’s tons of us.”

“He said y/n.” You paused, looking over at Rengoku.

“He doesn’t know my name.”

“Of course he does! He talks about you the most when he’s drunk.” You blushed deeply suddenly. There was no damn way Rengoku had this all right. The man wouldn’t lie to you but he must’ve misheard. “He talks about your hair, he likes the color, and your laugh and-“

“Shut your- damn mouth.” Sanemi suddenly growled causing you to jump, his eyes were narrowed at Rengoku. Rengoku held in a laugh as Sanemi starts to sit up.

“No, no. You can’t-“

“I feel fine.” Sanemi pushed your hands away but he was grimacing and getting paler by the second. You swallowed before pushing him back down by the shoulders.

“You are not well!” You snapped. He looked at you surprised. You’d raised your voice at him, your eyes like molten lava. He was quiet, didn’t push your hands away this time. Your jaw tightened as you backed up. “You never listen to me so I’ll call another healer to-“

“No.” Sanemi cut you off. You stared at him.

“No?” You echoed angrily. He didn’t look at you, his cheeks were turning red, he must’ve been heating up again from being awake. He didn’t look even when he talked to you.

“I don’t want anyone else to help, I want the best.” You felt every nerve in your body heating up, your throat dried. The once anger you felt slightly calmed in your chest. Replacing itself with embarrassment or something close to it. You’d forgotten Rengoku was in the room, observing this moment when he cleared his throat.

“I think I’ll go for a nice walk, leave you two to… this.” He said, leaving swiftly. When the door shut and silence prevailed you cleared your throat.

“I’ll help if you don’t fight me on everything.” You said in the silence. For a moment you think he hadn’t heard you until slowly he nodded his head. You sighed, grabbing the rag that had fallen and running it back under cold water. “Lay back.” You directed and just like he promised Sanemi laid back as you dabbed the cold water on his cheeks and forehead. This moment was silent and intimate and for once you didn’t dread being beside him. That was until Rengoku’s words drifted back into your head. About you being his favorite and how he talked about you often when drunk. You almost laughed out loud at the thought.

“What is it?” Sanemi asked and suddenly, you had checked out slightly but blinked and you were back to reality.

“Hmm?” You hummed in response.

“You look— amused.” He says. Your thoughts must’ve shown a bit on your face. You masked over it and shook your head. You reached back on your cart for some more gauze and some solution and when you turned back Sanemi was watching you, not angrily like usual but almost reverently, like he was interested in what you were doing.

“I’m gonna replace your bandages.” You said and he nodded his head. You helped him sit up, he shivered at your cold touch as you unwrapped his torso. It wasn’t terribly bad, but the stitches were coming loose which had caused some bleeding. “Did you try and get up last night?” You asked as you reached for you medkit. Sanemi cleared his throat and you looked at him. He looked guilty. “You did didn’t you.”

“I felt fine.” He says sheepishly. Then adds. “But I passed out in pain before I could get out of the room.” He says and this time, even though through a patient doctor relationship it wasn’t funny, you laughed.

Stubborn as hell Sanemi had passed out because of his stupid actions. Karma. Sanemi looked at you, watched as you softly laughed and slowly the smallest smile spread on his lips.

“That’s not very professional of you.” Sanemi said and suddenly you realized he was teasing. He wasn’t some angry hashira he actually had a personality.

“You’re right,” You start in doing his torn stitches carefully. “It’s not funny.” You said but you were still laughing. That was when like the world had tilted on its axis and flipped 180 degrees. Sanemi pushed up slightly, damning the pain in his torso to press a fervent kiss to your lips. You froze, the moment slowly dawning on you. Sanemi, who claimed to dislike you and not know your name, was leaned over, hand tangled in your hair as he kissed you as if you were going to disappear at any moment. It was odd, but not a bad odd, just crazy. You’d sooner think lightening would strike you inside rather than this man kissing you. And something even stranger was that you were enjoying it, it felt as though everything else in the world had paused around you. Allowed you to have this one moment to yourselves. He kissed you feverishly, like he’d die if he pulled back. That was until Sanemi cursed against your lips.

“Fuck,” he grunted, pulling back, pain splintering all through him. You blinked back to reality at the sight of fresh blood flowing from his wound.

“Oh-“ you gasped, reaching for a cloth, pressing it against the flowing blood. Clearly he’d lost his mind, so sick and riddled with pain that he kissed you. He probably had no idea he’d done it. You rationalized stupidly as you pressed the rag a bit more and slowly the blood cotted. You both didn’t say a word as you slowly stitched his wound back together, lifting him up to rewrap the gauze. When you laid him back down he weakly caught your wrist. His eyes were so soft on yours. You shook your head. Whatever he had to say it wouldn’t really be him thinking it.

“You’re not yourself right now.” You said but his grip tightened just barely.

“You think a little pain would make me kiss you?” He asks. You burn red all over, you open your lips to speak but he pulls you to him by your wrist, you mouth falling against his. He kisses you more desperately this time. A hand reaching up and sliding into your hair, pulling you even closer to him. You’re coaxed entirely to easy into his lap and you feel him whimper in pain against your lips. It’s a sobering sound. You pulled back, this couldn’t happen.

“Sanemi, we shouldn’t-“

“I want you.” He whispers into the space between you. Rengoku’s words coming to fruition right in-front of your eyes. You shook your head in disbelief. “I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you.” You laughed, fully pulling back from him.

“You’re sick.”

“I’m not that sick.” He refuted, you reached your hand out, pressing against his forehead, he was warm but not burning up like before. “Y/n-“

“No. I don’t want to hear what you have to say.” You snapped. Sanemi watched you curiously as you gathered up your things.

“Why not?” He asked as you looked at him in disbelief.

“Because I don’t believe you.”

“I kissed you twice, what’s not to believe?” He argued.

“That you kissed me in the first place! You— you hate me!”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you do!” You threw back. Sanemi shook his head with some sort of finality.

“No. I really don’t.” You stared at him, anger bubbling up.

“Then why call me healer girl? Never using my name when I tell you too! Or annoying me and being rude? Is that how you treat people you care about?” Sanemi stared at you as you spoke. He swallowed and looked away. Nodding his head a moment later.

“I didn’t want to.”

“You didn’t want to what? Treat me like a person?”

“I didn’t want to fall for you.” Sanemi growled, eyes jumping to yours. Your mouth fell open with the confession. “I thought if I was rude to you that you’d just— that you’d stay away from me. But you didn’t. You kept showing up, being charming and unbelievably beautiful and stupidly funny I couldn’t— I couldn’t help it!” Sanemi growls, huffing. You blinked. You felt as though this was for sure a dream. You pinched yourself but you weren’t waking up. You were really unsure what to say. You’d spent so much time despising Sanemi and now you weren’t sure how to feel about him at all. Everything made sense now. He was always around, you were always trying to help. You tried to make him laugh and talk when he didn’t. He was falling for you all this time and you had no idea. “Say something.”

“I don’t know what to say,” you said truthfully.

“Maybe you feel the same?” He asks and you shook your head.

“You never really talked to me. I barely know you.” You said practically and he looked away from you embarrassed. But you were attracted to him, you felt something when you kissed. That had to count for something. You swallowed dryly and set your stuff back down. You walked and set on the chair by his bed. You went through the motions, checking his vitals and temperature. It was quiet and awkward. When you were done Sanemi caught your wrist as you stood.

“Let me apologize.”

“Apologize?” You echoed.

“For how I treated you.” He says and you roll your eyes.

“Shut up.” You said and when his eyes widened in surprise you leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to his lips. The kiss lingered this time, something fluttered in your stomach when you felt his hand just barely under your jaw. When you pulled back he huffed, his breath tickling your cheek. “You better be very nice the next time you see me.” You whispered in the space between you.

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chiharuhashibira · 1 year ago

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Part 6 is here!

I was originally planning to make this the epilogue of 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮, but, I love you my baby readers soooooo, Imma extend the fic! ^^

So stay tuned as I am really excited to unveil more chappies with you~

A massive, massive thank you once again to @skeleton-the-gangser for requesting the story!

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Content Warnings: Curse words, Slightly Suggestive

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You woke up with your limbs tangled with Sanemi. The man was still deeply asleep beside you, and you didn't want to wake him up. Sleeping, Sanemi looked so innocent. All you wanted to do there was look at him and take in this one-of-a-kind sight.

You caressed his scars as you always wondered where they had gotten them. Your touch seemed to wake him up, so you stopped, but it was too late; Sanemi was already blinking, wondering where he was.

You smiled at him and planted a small kiss on his lip. "Good morning, Sanemi." The math teacher seemed to realise what had happened last night, and so he pulled you into a warm embrace and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Beneath the blankets, both of you were still naked, bearing the remnants of last night's making love.

"Nemi baby... I always wonder, why do you have these scars?"

You asked, caressing the huge scar on his chest while kissing the ones on his face. Sanemi was astounded by your question, but he had told himself a million times before that this might happen. So...

"It's from a car accident that happened when I was just 13 and Genya was eight. The one where we lost our mother and father."

"Oh... sorry for asking about that, Sanemi."

"No, it's okay. So, I tried protecting my siblings but failed, as even if I tried to, Genya still got those major scars and trauma."

You embraced Sanemi, trying to comfort him from the ghost of his past. Both of you lost loved ones in a car accident, and you can imagine how painful it is for Sanemi, especially whenever he sees his younger brother, whom he says he failed to protect.

"I'm okay, baby; no need to comfort me. How about you? What happened before?"

"Oh... I was ten when our car fell into the lake. I told myself before that I didn't deserve to live because my family was gone. But then, Tsutako-sama and Tomioka-san came into my life."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's alright, love. If my family is here, they'll want me to be happy. And I'm happy with you."

Sanemi smiled at what you said. He felt happy to hear that you were happy with him. So with that, Sanemi kissed you once again, which led to another passionate uniting of your bodies and souls.

You watched as Obanai stared at Sanemi, his friend, with concern in his eyes.

"Hey, I saw you earlier. You gave coffee to that weirdo, Tomioka. Don't tell me—"

"Eh, the man's actually nice. Try to talk with him some time." Sanemi said, patting the shoulder of his friend. Your boyfriend noticed that you were watching them, so he turned to you and gave you a wink.

It has been a few weeks since the incident with Tomioka at your house. Sanemi and your friend still haven't been that close, but they're casual now. Tomioka sometimes gives Sanemi ohagi, and on the other hand, the math teacher gives him coffee whenever he's worked up. It was too nice to see two of the most important men in your life in peace.

Suddenly, you felt a hand drape over your shoulder, and when you turned to see who it was, you were met with glistening fuchsia eyes.

"Uzui-san..."

"Told you! Just call me Tengen, remember?"

You nodded and gave him a smile. "Fine, Tengen-san."

"Eh? Drop the honorifics~" He added, letting go of you as he sat in Tomioka's seat.

You didn't answer the man, as you're quite confused with him. A part of you is wondering, why is he here now? Usually, this man is locked up in his art room. But then you just shrugged off the thought and started to look back at the test papers that were left on your table.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder, and when you looked up, it was Sanemi, who was staring at Tengen intensely. "Oh, what brought you here?"

"Eh? I'm still a teacher here, Shinazugawa-san."

"I know, man. I mean, you're always locked up in your cave up there."

Tengen draped his hand on your shoulder, and that instantly made a nerve pop out of Sanemi's forehead. But then your partner made an effort to calm down. He's aware that Tengen still doesn't know that you're off-limits, as you're already his girlfriend.

"Just wanted to see you all! Especially, Y/N-san." You were astounded at what Tengen said. Yes, you were close with him before even getting close with Sanemi, as he seems to be a cool guy.

A groan escaped from Sanemi's lips as he swatted off Tengen's hand over your shoulder. "Oi, don't pester Y/N-sensei. She's busy. Just come with us. Obanai and I will head out... Right Obanai?"

"Oh, are we?" Obanai asked, blinking in confusion.

"Yes! So let's go and enjoy the lunch!"

With those words, Tengen wasn't able to say goodbye properly. Sanemi quickly yanked the art teacher away from you, dragging the bewildered Obanai along with him.

Classes ended quickly after that moment. You decided to stay at school for another hour to finish some stuff, though. You haven't been able to talk to Sanemi, as he seemed too busy with his students. So now you're walking alone along the hallway when you overhear some students talking.

"Shinazugawa-sensei and Kocho-sensei look so cute together!"

"I know right! I heard that they were a couple before when they were still studying here."

"For real?!"

"Yep! I hope they will still go back together."

You felt a pang of pain in your chest as you listened to what these children were talking about. It's not their fault; they don't know that you're with Sanemi now. It's just uncomfortable to hear. But of course, you want to separate work from your personal life, so you stopped yourself from interrupting their conversation.

A frown was plastered on your beautiful face as you walked along the hallway. You weren't concentrating on where you were going, so you bumped into someone, which made you almost stumble.

"Oh sorry!"

"No, I'm sorry. Are you okay, babe?"

"Sanemi?" You looked up and were surprised to finally see your boyfriend. You almost wanted to just hug him and find comfort in his touch because of what you just heard.

"Are you okay, babe?"

"Sanemi, can we talk?" You asked with your tears almost spilling out. Kanae's past relationship with Sanemi is still a sensitive matter, as you still feel insecure. No one can actually blame you because insecurity is a hard thing to resolve.

Sanemi immediately nodded and pulled you towards his classroom, not caring if any teachers or students saw him holding your hand. All he wanted to do now was find out what had upset you.

He closed the door behind him and pulled you into the corner of the room, where you'd not easily be seen. Sanemi lifted your head with his index finger and caressed your cheek. His pale purple eyes are focused on yours.

"Baby what happened?"

"Sanemi, do you really love me?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?"

"Nothing."

"Tell me."

Sanemi placed a soft kiss on your forehead and held your hand tight. You felt as if the pain in your chest had subsided a bit in the math teacher's presence.

"I... I heard the students earlier..."

"What did those punks say?"

"They said that you and Kanae look good together."

"THOSE PUNKS. I'M GONNA—"

"Sanemi, do you love me?"

"Of course! Don't listen to those little demons." Sanemi kissed your hand, comforting you. "You're my girlfriend now, and all that matters is that. Don't let others comments ruin your day."

You nodded, finally giving a smile to your loving boyfriend. "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too."

"Nii-chan, are you... Oh, hi Y/N-sensei!"

Sanemi closed his eyes, irritated with the sudden interruption of his younger brother. But still, he stood up and went to Genya anyways, leaving you to watch them converse.

"Oh, um, Y/N-sensei, I need to stay for a couple more hours. The math club needs me. Let's just continue our discussion tomorrow."

Sanemi had that longing look in his eyes, but, of course, he couldn't leave his little brother. You just nodded and stood up from your seat. "See you then, Shinazugawa-sensei, Genya-kun."

You ended up walking alone, watching the sky as you enjoyed the calm breeze. It's almost night, and you're wondering if Sanemi will visit you later.

The man knows how to calm you down whenever that insecurity arises. Even if you deny it a thousand times, Sanemi will notice them and make sure to assure you of his feelings. Despite his harsh facade, he can't resist you.

A small smile crept up your lips as you muttered it once again. "Sanemi can't resist me." That gave you a tickling sensation in your stomach, which lifted your spirits somewhat. You just love how the man shows you the other side of him. The way he blushed, the way he would hold your hand, everything

You were about to cross the street when, suddenly, a flash of light blinded you.

"Hey...You're finally awake."

You opened your eyes, feeling that pain behind your head. You looked around but immediately felt dizzy. "Hey, don't move. You're still injured, so don't force yourself for now."

The voice seemed familiar, and despite what he just said, you still turned to look at him and met his golden-orange eyes. You're too stunned to move. Is this... Hotaru?

"Are you the God of Death?" You asked, thinking you were already dead, as you never expected to meet him again. The man chuckled and reached out to caress your cheek. "Is that a new pickup line?" He asked that, which made you feel confused.

You suddenly realised that, no, he isn't the God of Death. He's really Hotaru Haganezuka, and now all you want to do is just close your eyes and wish that when you open them, he's gone.

"Why are you here? I need to go home..."

"Hey, angel. Don't move for a while."

Angel... The word almost made you throw up. You wanted to leave, but your body is too weak to move. Hotaru seemed to notice it, so he placed a hand on your shoulder and heaved a deep sigh.

"For your information, I saw that you almost got hit by a car. I jumped in to save you, but you still hit your head on the ground. Minor injuries only, though. And yes, you're welcome. Tsk..."

He said it with a hint of annoyance in his voice. You gulped, feeling a mixed bag of emotions as you watched him fix the blanket over your body.

"Do you still talk to Tomioka? I'll contact him."

"He'll kill you if he knows it's you."

"Fine then. You're stuck with me."

Sanemi was pacing back and forth at his apartment, feeling worried that you hadn't responded to his messages. He wanted to visit you, but his little brother is sick, and Genya and his other siblings can't focus on taking care of him because he needs to prepare for the exams.

The math teacher tried to contact you again, but you're still unreachable. "For fuck's sake, answer the phone, Y/N!" He muttered under his breath as he tossed his phone on the table.

"Nii-chan, are you okay?"

He immediately hid the frustration in his expression as he looked up at his little brother, who was already awake. Sanemi sat beside him on the bed and checked if his fever was gone. But no...

"Oh Koto-kun. You should rest."

"But you're mad... Are you mad at me, Nii-chan?" The boy asked, which made Sanemi sigh. Of course, he can't be mad at his little brother for being sick. It's not his fault.

"No, Nii-chan's just got a lot on his mind right now. But I'm not mad at you. Never. I want to take care of you, so please rest. Okay?"

"Mmm."

The boy finally closed his eyes again.

While looking at his brother, he can't help but think of you. It's just that he has a bad hunch, and he doesn't like it at all.

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"I hope you're okay... Y/N."

𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅…

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚? 𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒖 𝑯𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒛𝒖𝒌𝒂 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆?

Find out more on the next chapter of 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮!

Thank you so much for reading this. I hope I managed to make you more excited for the next chaps! 🌸

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banishedforcrimes · 1 year ago

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stxrmnight · 1 year ago

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Endwalker Story: Elpis replay

Unfortunately, I got the impulse to actually write down and solidify more the venatnemi dynamic, but I needed to remember more the specifics of the plot and, how everything else affected Nemi.

Huge text block under the cut. Many details of the story until before meeting Venat

It was hard to skip through Thavnair's arc, even though my goal with this NG+ was to get to Elpis while resting some sickness. It's just, it felt like losing context of what mental state Nemi would be stressing in from seeing these people be lost with no trace left but distorted echoes of their dying pain. She fought firmly and with, confusion if this is really something anything would want on purpose, or instigate, even with how far and beyond Fandaniel went to traumatize her. But Matsya's prayer and the way Thavnarians got together to endure against the risk of transmogrifying, it was much like processing natural disasters... but what was the nature of this disaster? You could see tornadoes coming. You could sigh after the earth quaked. But this had no sense or turn from the earth... It was a relief the First wasn't dealing with this at least.

And now, it was time to speak with Elidibus as G'raha suggested... she elected to not mention the Azem memory his demise awakened. It would add nothing to the situation at hand... she was surprised by his deliberation her kind was now carrying the burdeen of the past, rather than condemn her for not seeing into Fandaniel's plans. She not only apologized for the "unsolicited act" of restoring Elidibus' memories of the convocation, but also for letting it happen...

He might have caught wind of this, and thus frame her actions as "Freeing Zordiak from Fandaniel's servitude" and put stock in her success from one vision. She didn't know what to make of this disposition. All she knew is that, she didn't hate him Elidibus anymore

...

Tossed into the future, she found herself imperceptible, immaterial. Not even obscenities got the attention of people that looked no different... aside of being bigger and, wearing the same clothes for some reason. So the shades were that close to the fashion... how, oddly stale to just wear the same thing. Did they not get bored of it?

[note: she definitely yelled "they're fUCKING OUR PUSSIES!" or something of the sort lol]

She found she couldn't phase through a door, when the stench of one voice made her freeze. Emet-fucking-Selch was here? Of all places? But the figure at his side drew her attention. He looked far more formidable and with good taste, and he called him "handsome face..."

Jokes aside, she hurriedly put on a headdress when Hades perceived her, fearing to be recognized in the future before it's time for the new warrior of light to be even noticed. Being verbally addressed by Hythlodaeus made her panic and stutter, though a poor comment from Emet made her go, "Give me a second you fucking mop face!" Hythlo just laughed Hades was making a poor show of his character, baffling Nemi by next insisting he give her a "full form" as an apology. He really was as friendly as the shade of himself...

She struggled not to laugh when Hythlo kept dragging Hades, and gave him the name "Neirmer." Hythlo is surprisingly friendly, but she isn't sure if he's kind. His curiosity seems noisy, so she isn't gonna talk him like he would any other adventurer of the temperament.

"haha im in danger" .png

She pressed on with the group, staying more to Hythlo's side and thanking him for the robe, even if she found killing a study specimen for materials very odd. Was this really the norm, or a flaunting of privilege?

As they advanced through the facility, she kept making detours to gawk at the little critters around. She didn't find Elpis stunning in its flora, but seeing animals frolick peacefully after the chaos in Thavnair's jungles was, relieving in some way. Hythlo had to call her back while Emet grumbled, wishing she would just get lost even though claiming he'd find her secrets. Which was it really? He dismissed her as a whim from present Azem Thanatos making him like, a very spontaneous person. It seemed like Emet could not fully understand him. Given his yikey comment of uniqueness being unseeming, she could see why though.

When Hythlo made the observation excuse to not use soul echolocation, she thought he's turning this errand into a date. Not a bad idea since the day sky here was quite romantic, even if his taste was questionable... Separating him from future Emet took effort.

Finally then, she saw who could be Hermes and, a little child? When she heard her eerily familiar mental voice, her heart sank. This poor baby that struggled to speak, no way! She looks just 12! This impression sank further as she melted her heart with chirps of excitement. When was the last time she saw a baby be so sincere and full of life? She didn't get to interact with children much she realized... Is that why she postulated so quick to babysit Meteion while searching for the Ambystoma? It's sad that Hermes seemed surprised. Did he not catch breaks from parenting?

They were so silly too... unlike Eemet calling the ambystome sorry limbs, and telling Neirmer to behave while away. Nemi could just raise her hands and scoff. She did nothing but keep her in sight. It was the right choice as Hermes insisted to have her at the talk from the Convocation. He recognized her kindness and excitement as valuable.

Good thing she was present since, her jaw drop of horror must have made this more bearable for Hermes. Hythlo's whole speech of Return to the Star was about just, dying as soon as you ceased your job? How was that a retirement? Why wouldn't there be a period of rest and commune with loved ones inbetween at the very least? No wonder Hermes felt abandoned by his mentor taking this decision. And for Hythlo to call this death, vacation a privilege to earn... what happened if one didn't feel accomplished ever? If everyone else passed away in, satisfaction and their request to "rest" was not approved? Are elders asked to rest if too many are alive at the same time?

Then she is asked to take Meteion outside, and gets concerned at how easily she takes emotions... it is natural in normal kids too, but wouldn't this make processing of emotions harder? But well, she was here to provide her some space and community at present

What did she tell Meteion about, in the walk outside? - She found the story change fun. She told her she is from a place facing a great threat, a place of hot winds and imposing red trees, where the rocks and the salt is rich... and ah, she had little time travel slip

When Meteion tells her about her emotion power, her affection and want to know her complex thoughts with respect to Nemi's privacy, she got totally demolished. She got Meteion today and if anything happened to her she would blow everyone up and then herself. She decides they need to play to share more, and is sad to hear Hermes has no concept of such. How the hell is anyone growing up well adjusted without a sense of having some fun? She taught her to play hide and seek making racoon noises, to rock paper and scissors, to gamble a choice on finger turns, to picture a snow man called "Father Frost" to usher the needed rest of nature.

Later, Nemi insisted to Euanthe to make the kid an apple, or tell her where there is a kitchen... to learn there is no kitchen. What manner of lifestyle is this? Would, would she even get to have dinner? Good thing she had taken those pies from Lyna cause, by Byregot. But well, this was part of Meteion showed she inherited the likes of her parent, and now for Nemi to say what she likes... She tell her she likes gardens, thinking of he Royal Menagerie, but in wolship verses where she's fallen in love... she thinks of the other person, and is embarrassed to try to explain her "like" thought was different, since poor Meteion got a mental image of them.

Back with the other adults, she finds Hermes' meekness except when taking care for Meteion worrying. everyone else seems to be a pushover and, not get he is the kind of person you gotta be easy on, specially Emet. And with how every seemed to commend this guy... sure, he did no real bad actions in the past, but some passes made for others to feel more ostracized.

To this, Nemi responded: "Well, this is clearly his passion. is this office of Fandaniel very different? It doesn't seem he would be happy with that role even if he is skilled." Later when he scoffed at Meteion: "I get it Emet, You're a kid hater." Emet: "what?" Hythlo bursted laughing probably

Learning more of dynamis, the elpis flower and entelechys, she is surprised the flower can be so white when it changed to so many things in the present. Were the Ancients unfeeling bitches? But most importantly, Meteion's concept being close to Y'sthola sight of the blasphemies gave more weight to a depressing possibility. But then her aether was compared to Meteion who thought her an entelechy from describing limit breaks... what is happening?

At least her saying they're "friends in thinness" is cute. Bumpfist.

She asked Hades why he joined the convocation.... and giggles when Hythlo tried to tattle and FUCKING SULKED from not getting to. She did not expect vowing for a Charibdys innocent of, not fitting some breeder expectations would lead to more antics. Hearing present Emet talk of transformation like it was intimate and almost as shameful as nudity... Surely the Emet of the future didn't see his the same way, but this one, how would he feel to hear he had to take his cock out to fight until his dying breath?

"You are reporting him for nuding in private? What slutshamers"

Then calls Emet a bitch when asking the favor, enjoying getting to be an annoyer. Old and recent dialogue choices here

WHEN HE DOES THE FINGER POINTING OF AMAUROT, SHE IS JUST SMILING WITH HER JAW DROPPED. THIS IS TOO DELICIOUS GOSSIP. If the world wasn't literally ending in the present, this would make the best of drinks tales to laugh over

Hythlo's speech on Emet's tsundere tendencies didn't make her any impression, but it did make her respect Hythlo for pushing his friends to be their best versions of themselves despite pride. "Did he accept because he wanted to or because you all made puppy faces?" she had asked, getting a laugh from Hythlo that died when she stared at a researcher in disgust... He sawno problem with calling a living creature an "anomaly" from being the result of the mixing of genes. But then what of anyone born blind, deaf or, mute? Hythlo was for first time angered at this assumption of poor treatment of his world, and Nemi raised her hands with a frown. Could she be faulted for not seeing good in a protocol that treated animals vulnerable at their mercy this way? Hythlo couldn't respond to that.

Continued here due to image limit on posts. Apparently that's a thing.

#enw #story #elpis #//#///#hermes #hades #hythlodaeus

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dailytricksterfox · 4 years ago

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#patpat #pokemon #zorua #dailytricksterfox #They got a name now!#Nemi Zorua #cute lil name #thank you all for te suggestions!

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domsaysstuff · 2 years ago

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Pointing out the dots.

So, I’m here to just share some thoughts that I had abt the final episode that make me absolutely apeshit crazy. Like I see the dots, I’m able to connect them (insert “i’ve connected the dots” “you didn’t connect shit” “i’ve connected them” meme here) but fuck if I know what they really mean. But I will share my thoughts anyway.

Starting off with Green. Fucking Green.

As I have pointed out in this post. It’s kind of strange that Porsche’s suit is green here, same with the fucking small lamp next to Korn. Thanks to Nemi’s incredible work on the Meta Doc I was able to revisit our fandom’s thoughts on green again.

So in this, this and this posts green means danger and I’m sure there is more posts that suggest that but I think this three will do just fine.

Now, danger actually suits the scenes of Porsche as the head of the minor family, we are meant to be seeing him as dangerous and powerfull so actually him wearing this color makes kind of sense.

What is interesting to me is the light on Korn’s desk. This makes me absolutely CRAZY. The fact that the green is almost hidden by the warm lighting, the fact that we see the fucking light the most prominent on the statue.

If you zoom in, it is a statue of someone playling violin. Now, they didn’t include it in the series but from what I know from the first trailer of the series that got canceled and from fandom is that Kinn plays the violin. The fact that the statue potentially representing Kinn is coated in the danger light makes me livid.

Next on the agenda we have fishes and methaphors and mind games.

Starting with the fishes. I find it so interesting that there originally were three fishes. Which moved to the two at the end. Also how we get the fishes everytime it’s abt Kinnporsche. Like chess metaphors are mainly about his war with Kan which I will explain in a minute. But when we have Korn seeing Kinnporsche first meeting and now “ending”, we have fucking beta fishes that are often pitted against each other.

I think it also ties in with Chess methaphor but what I am mainly seeing here is that Korn sees Kinn and Porsche as pieces, pets he has a control over and decides everything about them. Also I think the last scene of Korn with the fishes is a parallel to his last scene in ep1 with the chessboard. Like we had many parallels this episode with Kinnporsche for finale vs ep1 but it’s interesting to me that Korn gets one too. It’s again at the end of episode, he is manifesting his control over the characters, and he is being shady.

“Finally all the pieces are in place” vs “History is only written by the victor”

As for all the parallels for KinnPorsche it is to see how far they have come, the complition of their arc and to see the changes.

This is a complition of Korn’s chess metaphors arc. His war with Kan. Becasue this is who he has been playing against (also can I just mention that both his real chess opponent - Chan and his metaphorical chess opponent - Kan died this ep?) And the showdown at the secret library where Porsche’s mother was hidden was his final move. His winning move. Which also his outfit represnts, like gone are the sweater vests, he looks like a mafia boss (actually with all the black he looks like he is going to his own funeral, but HE IS WEARING ALL BLACK while Kan’s pants are white for pete’s sake, his shirt is burgundy?? and idk what THAT says really, actually Kan's outfit may not mean anything but that he is a clown but what is a girl supposed to do but overthink)

He had Kun where he wanted him. Check-

Like I was wondering why he didn’t kill him after Tawan fiasco but he didn’t have enough to back him up and since we have seen in ep14 how most people they have deals with would go for Kan rather then Kinn, the little evidence would further put danger in Kinn’s status as a leader but!

Kan allegedly killing Korn and then storming the main house, trying for a coup? A perfect reason and killing Kan actually would show Kinn’s display of control and power this time. And Kan just went into that trap willingly and blissfully unaware. -Mate.

Also the floor at the library being white and black squares representing chessboard? *chief kiss*

Which actually brings me to the most unhinged chess thing in this entire show because I said so and it makes me crazy.

This.

Look how all of them are positioned. Kinn and Korn on black. Porsche half on black, half (the side holding the gun) on white in direct opposition to Korn and Kinn. BUT, that’s not enough to make me crazy. The crazy part comes after Porsche yells at Korn.

KINN SHIFTS TO WHITE!!

Like not fully, he still has one foot on black similar to Porsche but oh my god.

Both of them are split.

Porsche between how he feels, the truth he knows inside and that Korn is lying and between wanting to belive Korn’s lies (also I just know that when Korn was gaslighting Kan and said that Kan molested Porsche’s mother it was not only a hit at Kan's feelings and desires but also an attempt at further manipulating Porsche because he has experienced being druged and having sexual encounter with someone while not being able to fully consent. And he may have forgiven Kinn but that doesn’t mean the unpleasnt feelings abt the situation aren’t there and to have it happen to his mother too of all people? Porsche must have felt rage. But also it’s about Kinn and his guilt for doing that to Porsche and so he must have felt like his dad did a good thing rescuing and hiding her away from Kan) and his love for Kinn.

While Kinn is between his love for Porsche and his duty to his family, the responsibility and his love for his father.

It’s that duty and love that makes him step in and not let Porsche hurt his father.

And oh my, can I just talk about Kinn’s voice while he was saying “Don’t” to Porsche? Like it was so commanding and powerful but not at all how he usually commands. Usually his voice is light and unpersonal, disinterested while he is in his mafia persona. But here? Here it’s raw, personal, deep and emotional and I am on my knees mouth open for that man.

Next I want to say that I see you Korn and your manipulations. Like I’m sure Porsche wouldn’t have agreed so easily if it wasn’t Kinn, the man he loves, the man that makes him absolutely fold and has emotional control over him (just as Porsche has that emotional control over Kinn) giving him that ring. Korn knew what he was doing passing it down to Kinn to offer it to Porsche.

The last shot from that room. Pete’s bloody wings.

When I pointed it out to my friend first she said something that just took my breath away.

Pete is potrayed here as the Lucifer, the fallen angel, choosing Vegas/his feelings (himself) over the main family (heaven, god)

The writers of Kinnporsche really said *slaps VegasPete on the hood* this ship can fit so much religious imagery in it.

And then as I bring up one of my favourite shots we are going to talk about Kim.

This shot just encompasses the lonliness of Kim so well. Also it’s so dark against the light city. Dark vs light imagery as a contrast to Kim and the outside world?

But I want to talk how much he didn’t have a reaction to his dad’s death and there are three options

one) he just didn’t have a visible reaction bc he is shown to hide his emotions quite often

two) he knew he wasn’t dead

three) he was kind of glad that he was dead as we have seen him be so shady around him and we suspect their relationship is very strained

The fact that all of this options might be true? Absolutely just aaahhhh. Because this fandom talks how similar Kim is to Korn but this showcases it so much.

His father is dead and all we can do is speculate about what he is feeling.

We as a fandom don’t know concrete shit about Kim except few things here and there, but his motives, his thoughts and emotions are all speculations for us.

Just as Korn is.

We don’t know shit about the two of them, like not really and that makes them just so perfect to contrast each other. Because we at least know (or also suspect) that Kim is probably doing it to protect his family meanwhile Korn is doing it all for his own gain.

Anyway that’s all the dots I have in my brain as of now. I don’t know if I even made sense for half of this but I’m sharing it with you all so you can be unhinged about it with me.

#i'm feeling very kim and his murderboard right now #mom said it's my time to be kimlock holmes #kinnporsche #kinnporsche meta #i guess #kinn theerapanyakul #porsche kittisawasd #kinnporche the series #korn theerapanyakul #kim theerapanyakul #pete phongsakorn

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comatosebunny09 · 2 years ago

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Sparkler [ Pt. 1 ]

Summary: This year, the Fourth of July brings sparks of a different kind between you and your dearest friend.

Genre: Romance, Smut

Warnings: Graphic Description of Sex, Language, Alcohol, Cunnilingus, Toe Sucking, Virgin!Reader, Female!Reader, OOC Kyojuro, MDNI!

Had to break this bad boy up because it came out longer than I intended. Dedicated to @auraee. As always, thank you for reading! ❤️

It’s sinful; you know this. But you can’t really look away, can you?

You poor thing, you.

You’re witnessing something too intimate, meant to be done behind closed doors. Yet you watch with bated breath and part lips whilst a glistening stream of watermelon juice dribbles down the blond's angular jaw, cascading along the curve of his Adam’s apple. You swallow profusely, wishing you could chase it with a flattened tongue. Ponder on how it would taste, mingled with the flavor of his bronze skin.

The cushion of your lounge chair hisses as you dig your nails into it.

Mitsuri offers him another bite, and he accepts with crinkled eyes and a low chuckle that ripples across your skin. You’re suddenly envious of her for partaking in such an erotic scene. Remain transfixed while another piece of the pulpy, pink fruit disappears behind his lips. You gulp down a whimper, your mind flooded with visions of what else he can do with that gorgeous mouth. Heat prickles your ears. Lids are heavy as if weighed down by sandbags. You squeeze your thighs together in response to an indiscernible pressure brewing between them.

Kyojuro is your friend, silly. No reason to ogle him like a piece of meat. It is no secret to anyone within your circle that you have a thing for the blond—even to him. It feels as though he plays on that notion like a fiddle, doing any and everything to dismantle your resolve. It's hard not to adore him when he looks like he’s been forged from marble by a Grecian sculptor. Doesn’t help that he has a heart of gold. The lingering touches and knowing glances you often exchange don't assist in any way, either.

You’re so entranced by the spectacle and the inner workings of your mind that you nearly drop your beer when Sanemi plops down into the chair beside you. You jolt at the sigh rushing past his lips.

“Fuck,” your white-haired friend grumbles, combing a hand through his spiked locks. You quirk a brow. Bring the New Belgium Sour to your lips, waiting for him to speak. Sanemi rubs the scruff of his neck, a customary scowl taking up residence on his face.

“What’s wrong?” you query, following a sip of the tangy fluid. You twist to give your friend your full attention.

“We’re outta charcoal,” comes his simple reply, eyes screwed shut with irritation.

You gnaw on your lip, looking down at the cool, brown bottle in your hand, its condensation dotting your sundress. “I can go get some more,” you suggest, perking up.

Sanemi pops an eye open to ingest you in his violet hue. Averts his gaze, sheepishly scratching his temple. “You don’t have to do that, crazy.” His vision flashes back to the table adorned with several trays of meat. “Everything’s pretty much done ‘cept the dogs.”

You pout. Lurch forward into Sanemi's personal bubble, puppy dog eyes in full effect. You reach for his bony wrist, and he reels back, utterly repulsed perturbed. “Everything but the hotdogs? Nemi, that’s the only reason I even come to these things!” Half true. You show up to fellowship, fawn over Kyojuro’s muscles, and make memories with your friends. But you’ll be damned if you don’t leave with a couple dogs filling your belly.

“Get the fuck off me, weirdo!” Sanemi growls. Tears himself from the patio furniture, ruffling his hair. You do not miss the subtle pink dusting his cheeks before he swiftly turns away. Your lips quirk the barest bit. He’s adorable when he thinks he’s being cool. "Do whatever you want. Just lemme know if you go out for some, and I'll CashApp ya’.” With that, Sanemi saunters away, heading for the grill with a hand in his pocket.

“I’m going!” you call to his retreating back.

“I will join you,” drifts a syrupy voice from over your shoulder, a shiver wracking your spine. You whip around, nearly bumping noses with the center of your ruminations. Gold and orange shades hijack your vision. As warmth scurries up your neck, you scramble back, a hand clutched over your pounding heart. When did he even…

“What’s with everyone trying to give me a heart attack today?”

He fills your ears with vivid laughter. Brings a slice of half-chewed melon to your lips, watching your mouth expectantly through curtained lashes. If not for the toothy grin he casts your way, you’d think he was trying to seduce you. You caution a nibble. Its luscious liquid cruises down your chin, slithering towards the rim of your dress. Kyojuro’s eyes flit southward in pursuit of it. Darken into a mysterious shade of honey whilst they dip into your cleavage.

Kyojuro blinks rapidly as if dislodging himself from a trance. Sits back coolly, draping an arm across the sofa behind. “Shall I drive?” he raises, munching away at what remains of the watermelon. You rip your gaze away, clearing anxiety and phlegm from your throat.

You are not flustered, thank you very much.

“Sure," you say with a shrug of your shoulders and a guarded smile. “We should go now before the store closes, though. It is the Fourth, after all.”

—

It’s 6:20 P.M. when you both roll into the convenience store’s parking lot.

“Crap,” you shout, throwing the door of his Challenger open, “they’re going to close in like ten minutes!”

“Best to get inside quickly, then,” the blond counters. Kyojuro's long strides carry him out in front of you. His shoulder blades ripple beneath the thin material of his shirt. The pitiful cloth does little to mask the strength of his body, honed by years of Kendo and soccer. You feel saliva pooling in your gullet whilst you quicken your pace to keep up with hi—

“Ow!” A hiss rends itself from your mouth. You glare down at your accursed foot where a sharp pain tore through your ankle like lightning.

Kyojuro slows down, tossing his ochre gaze over his shoulder. Concern swims in his wiry brows as he swivels around to face you. “Are you alright?” he queries, rushing to your side. Grasps your shoulder with a scorching hand that makes you dizzy.

“I’m alright.” You shrug out of his hold, hiding your flustered face behind your hair. “Just been on my feet all day at work.”

The blond chortles, standing akimbo. Playfully chides, “this is what you get for choosing form over function.”

You scoff. Couple it with rolled eyes and upturned lips. “Mind your business. I’ll be cute if I want to.”

“Tell that to your feet.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just…don’t wait up for me.” You waggle your hand dismissively. “Go inside. I’ll catch u—HUP!”

The world tilts and wooshes, and your breath abandons you in a sharp yelp. You behold your friend with wide eyes, petrified in his burly embrace. The initial shock peters out, and you instinctively circle his neck with your arms whilst he cradles you like a bride, setting course for the convenience store’s entrance.

“Since you wish to act like a child, I shall treat you as one.” Mirth settles atop his features, and it is infectious. You snort despite the anxiety filling your limbs. Battle with an impulse to pepper his throat with kisses. The heat rolling off his body fills yours to the brim, your eyelids drooping. You're compelled to nuzzle into the crook of his shoulder. To ingest the earthy scent of his body. Its aroma is a potent mixture of scorched cedar and citrus, and it always makes your head spin.

You’re bereft of his embrace when he gently settles you into a shopping cart. Eyes blinking frantically, you sputter, “Kyo, what—”

“Well, it is better than walking, is it not?” His amused gaze flits to yours whilst he pushes the buggy. “Besides,” Kyojuro continues, scanning the aisles, “you enjoy being babied.”

You shrink into yourself. Curl your knees into your chest, watching haughtily as various signs and shelves pass. So what if you do? It’s not like it happens often, what with your nonexistent love life. Might as well enjoy the attention while you can.

“Not a baby. But I want Bomb Pops before we leave.”

The chuckle that follows tugs a smile onto your face.

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itsstrawberrymochi · 3 years ago

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Hey Heyyyy(✿^‿^)

I have this request for demon slayer guys (any) where they're having a make out session with their s/o but someone knocks on the door and the reader goes to answer it so they get all pouty and stuff waiting for them to come back so they could continue💖

I'm sorry if this is too much or if you don't write stuff like that and ofc thank you!!(◕ᴗ◕✿)

Helloo I do hope you like this /3

Sanemi x reader

Warnings: Just a wee bit suggestive

It was a peaceful day at the Shinazugawa estate, you were currently laying on your boyfriend’s futon engaged in a book as he took a shower after his long and strenuous day of training. Sanemi usually took lengthy showers so you decided to do bit of reading to keep yourself entertained while you waited for him.

As you continued to read you heard the shoji door slide open, followed by heavy footsteps coming towards you.

Not to long after Sanemi came into the bedroom wearing a simple white yukata, his hair was slightly damp from his shower.

“Gee took you long enough” you joked putting your book to the side and sitting up.

He simply rolled his eyes at you and crawled into the futon, he placed his head on your lap and wrapped his arms around your waist.

You combed your hand through this damp hair and he let out a sigh of relief and allowed his body to completely relax under your gentle touch.

“Do you want me to make you something to eat?”

Sanemi’s hold on you tightened

“ No, stay here” he mumbled in the fabric of your yukata.

You obeyed his wishes and continued massaging his scalp.

After a few minutes Sanemi began to kiss your stomach you let out a small laugh at his sudden action.

From your stomach he trailed his way up to your chest, collarbone, neck, and jawline with sweet, soft kisses.

Once he reached your lips he hovered over them for a few seconds before capturing them for a breath-taking kiss.

He placed his large calloused hand at the back of your neck and pulled you closer to deepen the kiss and with the other he wrapped it around your waist pulling you onto his lap, simultaneously you wrapped your legs around his waist.

His hands then began to wonder all over your body slightly tugging at your clothing as he did. Air seemed to be something you desperately needed so you pulled away from the hungry kiss to catch your breath, you looked at him softly panting and when he looked at you his eyes were burning with desire.

Right when you were ready to go in for the second kiss a knock on the door was heard you let out a soft sigh and got off of him fixing your now ruffled yukata. He watched you with a confused look as you stood up and began to make your way to the door.

But before you could make another step he pulled you on his back onto lap.

“ Where do you think you’re going” he breathed out as he attacked your neck with kisses.

“I have to go and answer the door Nemi” you softly chuckled as you tried to push him off.

Sanmei let out a scoff,

“ Leave it, they’ll go away eventually”

“ Don’t worry it’ll be quick ” you finally pulled away from him, you give him a quick kiss on the forehead before making your way to the door.

Sanemi let out a huff and crossed his arms, a very deep frown made it’s way to his face.

As you opened the door you were met with Genya who had a shy smile on his face.

“ Hi- hi y/n-chan….” he said looking sheepishly at the ground.

“ Genya! hello it’s so nice to see you is everything okay?”

“ Oh umm yes everything is fi- fine, I was wondering if I could have those extra scrolls you said you had lying around ….. I hope you don’t mind I’m asking for them”

Before you could answer your now very grumpy boyfriend butted in all the way from the bedroom,

“ Yes they do mind now get off of my property Genya”

“Sanemi!” You scolded, “ It’s totally fine Genya let me just go grab them ok?”

You walked into the bedroom for the scrolls, you looked over at Sanemi who was giving you a very disappointed look.

“You’re so inpatient” you playfully rolled your eyes and made you way back to Genya, handing him the scrolls.

“ Thank you y/n-chan, uhh can you please tell oniichan I’m really sorry for intruding”

“ ahhh ignore him Genya, besides I like it when you come over” you gently punched his shoulder.

His face immediately got red at the kind words and the sudden physical contact, he thanked you again and went on his way.

Once you closed the door you went back to Sanemi who still had pout on his face and his arms were still crossed.

You could’nt help but laugh at how cute he looked.

You walked over to him and plopped down infront of him, he give you the stink eye before averting his eyes to another area in the room.

“ Aweee is my nemi mad?” You teased as you poked his cheek.

He let out a soft murmur and turned his entire body from you so now you were faced with his back.

You hugged his mid-section and snuggled your face into his back taking in his soft scent.

“ Come on Sanemi don’t be like that I wanna continue kissing you”

You only received silence from him.

You crawled your way on to his lap, resting your arms on his shoulders for stability and began to give him gentle kisses on the scars on his face.

But he only turned his face away.

You clicked your tongue, you weren’t really sure what to do now.

“ Ok then, you can stay grumpy I’ll just be going over to Mitsuri while you’re in your mood”

You were about to let yourself off of him but his quick movements stopped you,

He placed his hands on your chest and gently pushed you so that you were on laying on your back and he was hovering you. He used one of his hands to pin both your hands above your head

“ You’re not going anywhere again” he said with a sly smirk straddling your hips, he used his other hand to tilt your head up so your lips were touching once again.

Apologies for the grammatical errors

#anime #demon slayer #kny x reader #sanemi x reader #sanemi shinaguzawa #genya x reader

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ripperdoc-is-daddy · 2 years ago

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Ohagi n Chill Pt. 5.1

TW: Fluff, Wholesome, some non s3xual intimacy, some s3xual intimacy, snog session, brief mentions of nudity, brief mentions of discrimination, AAVE, swearing, s3xually suggestive content Reader is a black female, Insecure Soft Boi Sanemi, Proposal thoughts. Part 5 is broken up into parts cuz it is MASSIVE! Will update on Wednesdays around midnight Mountain Time. pt.1, pt. 2, pt.3, pt. 4, pt. 5.2

Finally, it was the fucking weekend! You entered the threshold of your home and were ecstatic to finally be free of the bullshit responsibilities of your corporate job. You were upper management but there were times you could really relate to a certain angry raccoon on your favorite show that was always doing karaoke about how much her coworkers sucked. You contemplated doing the same with your besties but hadn’t gotten around to it. Yelling out a greeting you kicked off your shoes and noted there were several other pairs. Wandering towards the living room you were greeted with the sight of the mutual friends you shared with your lover. Everyone seemed to be really immersed with the game that was on the television screen. The new Boku no Yaiba game. Good choice. You hadn’t known it was out yet. Sanemi had preordered it some time ago but the release date had escaped you. Hanging out in the hallway you leaned on the frame entering the room and observed the man you loved quietly. You had moved in about 2 years ago. Around the same time his younger brother Genya had moved in due to family issues. In this time your relationship with Sanemi had gotten deeper. Enough that your friend group was starting to prod the two of you with questions when you were gonna get added to the family registry. The two of you would brush it off or change the topic whenever it came up. It just wasn’t something that either of you felt was all that pressing in your lives. Things were good as they were and that warmed your heart enough.

Lost in your reverie you failed to notice Gyomei walking up behind you. The sightless, gentle giant tapped your shoulder startling you out of your thoughts. “Your home, finally.” He greeted you quietly smiling. “Yep. Nice to see you ‘mei. How’ve you been?” you asked him as you wrapped your arms as best as you could in a hug of greeting around the Redwood tree of a man. He easily enclosed you in his arms, hugging you with a quick, tight squeeze before releasing you. “Busy. Though not as busy as some. I am fortunate that my company has flourished during these trying times.”

You hummed approval at him then took his arm and yours and entered the room with him by your side. Before you Tengen was roughly giving Kyojuro a noogie following a dramatic and dynamic boss battle on screen. You released Gyomei’s arm and whooped behind them. “Ayye! Nice y’all!” Several heads turned towards you and various words of greeting were given. You returned them with a large smile set on your face. Suddenly you were hugged from behind and a kiss placed on your neck. “Welcome home.” A deep, sultry voice spoke into your ear. You leaned into the embrace, tilting your head back to look up at your scarred, white-haired lover. “Mmm, thank you ‘nemi.” you replied. You heard Tengen and Kyo make gagging noises only to be shushed by the largest man in the room who was settling down on the couch. “What took you so long!? We were starting to wonder if you were doing overtime.” Tengen asked you refocusing on the game. “I was just about to text you. Sana-chan was starting to get agitated.” your friend Mitsuri supplied and was met with a reciprocating growl of disapproval from the man holding you. “Shut up, Kanroji. I was not.” He ground out bitterly. You rolled your eyes, smirking. “I got sidetracked helping a few trainee’s at work then was distracted by a new soul food joint that opened up a block away from my office.” You spoke as you tried to walk forward, only to be held back by Sanemi. “It’s always food with you.” he teased. “You better not be complaining. You, Tengen and Kyojuro are menaces in the kitchen. Y’all would eat anyplace dry.” You barbed back. He released you and stuck his tongue out, patted down your black fro. You turned on your heels and pointed and aggressive finger at him while he snickered and dodged. Flipping him off you moved away and sat down next to Shinobu. “Ass.” Both you and the shorter woman said at the same time. Sanemi shrugged and went to join the other two menaces y’all called friends at the tv. The smaller woman handed you a wet piece of mandarin orange and pointed to your lover. You nodded your head chucked it at his beautiful soft, yet gravity defying hair. It made the most glorious wet smack then rolled down the back of his black t-shirt. Sanemi yelled and started trying to smack at his back to get the wet, fleshy thing off of him and out of his shirt. Your blonde with red tip haired friend saved him and lifted his shirt, giving you and excellent view of his heavily muscled and broad back while also removing the offending, now squashed, fruit. Once free from the disgusting fruit he charged you and tackled you on the couch. Shinobu scooted away hastily cackling and pointing. Your man flipped you over on your stomach and pinned your arms while you struggled to get away. “Yield or else.” he threatened you. “Never! Wait, what is the or else?” you initially defied him but realized you didn’t know what he would do if you didn’t submit. The question was promptly answered by a slimy, wet finger going into your ear. You screeched and repeatedly yelled “I concede! I concede! You win!” Wiggling and trying to get away to no avail. He was sitting on your bum, one hand holding your wrists together and pinning them to the small of your back. The white-haired man was laughing at your misery and not letting up. Your friends watched enjoying the playful banter between the both of you. Pink and Green haired Mitsuri intervened and persuaded him to release your arms and stop his assault of your precious ear canal. You thanked her and used your shirt to clean out your ear. “You are an asshole.” your voice was whiny as you complained. “Serves you right. Don’t throw wet shit down my shirt.” He taunted you. You groaned into the couch cushion and pinched his leg. Sanemi laughed at you and laid down on top of your body. Pinning you to the couch. You could hear Gyomei sighing along with the polite giggles of Kanroji. “Now that the children are behaving, I have an announcement!” Tengen stepped in crouching on the floor next to you. You turned and glared at him. Waiting for him to say whatever shit was going to come out of his mouth. He lightly booped you on the nose and you half-assedly nipped at his fingertips. “Hey now, I like it when my partners bite.” The beefy, arrogant man’s gaze turned dark and lusty and you averted your gaze to look over at Gyomei who was shaking his head. “Please continue.” Shinobu interrupted. Sanemi’s hands possessively grabbed your sides and you had a good idea of what his face looked like right now. Tengen coughed and continued with his announcement. “Like I was saying,” he paused and looked at you. “I have an announcement! I have recently come across the most important information you will ever hear. Outside of my blessed birthday invites.” groans filled the room as everyone waited for him to get to the fucking point. “I have learned that Boku no Yaiba will be having an event? What event you wonder? They are taking over the old Yoshiwara district in celebration of the Ghost Prostitute Freedom Rebellion Arc and it will be one of the most flamboyant experiences any of us will ever have. Flashy cosplayers welcome which means...” he trailed off as you felt Sanemi lean over to bro fist the platinum hair man. “Our moment has arrived!” Him, Tengen and Kyojuro cheered. You shook your head while smiling and slapped Sanemi’s leg so he would get up. He sat up, only for Kyojuro to sit down on your back and start chatting animatedly to Sanemi and Tengen about his plans for the upcoming event. You swore a series of explicative in your native tongues. Tengen fluffed your hair while Mitsuri and Shinobu scolded him for messing up your fro even more. You gave up and just let it happen. Internally you promised you would get them back later and it would be good. Mercifully, they got up off of you several minutes later. Lightly, you smacked them on the back of the head and made your way to your bedroom to change out of your work clothes. Stripping off the restrictive suit ensemble as soon as the door was closed. As you were fishing through Sanemi’s dresser to steal one of his shirts you heard the door open and close. A pair of warm hand coming up to cup your breasts under your bra and tease your nipples. You did a cross between a whimper and a moan. “Sanemi, behave. We have company!” you scolded him but didn’t stop his fingers from their actions. “We could be quick...” he trailed off and lowered his hands to your boyshorts. That’s when you swatted his hands away and turned to glare at him. “Down boy. Later.” You pointed your finger at him and he raised his hands in surrender. “As you wish, my queen.” He mock bowed to you, eyes looking up at you with lust in them. You patted him on the head with mischief then went back to rummaging in his button ups. He pushed your hands to the side and picked up a familiar linen shirt. “This.” he dropped it on your head and sauntered over to the bathroom. You smiled and followed behind him. “Isn’t this what you wore that time Tengen played us and got us both in the same hotel room for two days?” you asked already knowing the answer. He nodded his head and sat on the counter in his bathroom, watching as you went to the walk-in closet that you had taken over and pick out something to wear. “Mmhmm. I was thinking we could do something special for the BNY event.” You heard him speaking while you rummaged the clothes racks. “Like what?” you asked him putting on a white bustier with the linen button up over it. Tying the bottom in a loose knot while exposing your entire midriff. For your pants you wore flared, tight fitting white jeans that had Swarovski crystals bedazzled on them to make them appear to be chaps. A blinged out Swarovski belt completed the ensemble. On your way out you snatched up a white scrunchy meant for 4c hair and brought your ruined fro up into a cute lil’ puff on top of your head. Sanemi looked you over and smirked. “Mm, still working on the full plan but you should go as Kanae Toge. No socks. Wear the wedges if we go out.” he said lightly blushing. You nodded, walking over to him and giving his cheeks a smooch. He slid off the counter in front of you and kissed your forehead. “Yeah, I can do that. We gonna go as a ship?” you inquired walking to leave and return to your friends. “Uhuh. I am thinking we can take the kids too. They deserve a break.” He said referring to Genya and his friends. Affectionally referred to as y’alls kids or the Kamaboko squad. “I don’t have any issue with tha-” you stopped your sentence as you took in the sight before you. Upon leaving your shared room to return to the common area that was the living room you saw what could only be described as a room full of fucking gremlins. Gyomei was pulling Kocho off of Tengen who was currently cackling while also crying. Kyojuro was blushing furiously and trying to look everywhere that wasn’t at the fighting pair and Giyu. Mitsuri had hearts in her eyes which you had a feeling wasn’t a good thing. “The fuck is going on?” your boyfriend growled out behind you.

The room froze as the occupants slowly realized that the home owner had returned. The sheepish ducking of their heads told you that something messed up had gone down. It stayed quiet for a solid 2 minutes after which Mitsuri broke like a dam. “Mmm, sorry Sana-chan. Giyu left to get something to drink and Shinobu had followed him. They were gone for a while so Tengen went to go check up on them. He started laughing so Kyo-chan went to see what was so funny. Kyo-chan came running back so I went to go and look and-” she paused getting extra lovey dovey eyes. “Shinobu had Giyu up on the kitchen table in a loving embrace.” You could feel the man’s anger and you winced. “Mmm. So, like y’all was just hugging right? Nothing else?” you asked. Hoping someone would get the hint and not say what you were imagining. “NOPE! THEY WERE PLAYING FULL ON TONSIL HOCKEY!” Tengen blurted out cackling. You stepped off to the side not wanting to be in the path of rage your man was bound to go on. Sanemi was very particular about things. He grabbed Giyu by the collar of his shirt and dragged him back to your bedroom. You watched with morbid fascination. “Ahem. Soooo...that was a thing. Next time can you just lie and not let Sanemi know that y’all were getting it on his kitchen table. Y’all know how he be.” you tapped your index fingers together nervously. Shinobu stopped trying to kill Tengen, eyes promising him a world of hurt and went to sit back on the couch. You walked in the room awkwardly and picked up the controller to start playing the forgotten game.

“Mm, you can customize characters on this right?” you asked offhandedly. “Yeah.” you heard your boyfriend grumble out as he plopped down next to you. Sour look on his face. Giyu returned rubbing the back of his neck and looking like a shamed child. “I see.” You backed out to the main menu and went to start a new game. You began creating a character that had similar features to you. Your tongue peeking out the corners of your mouth as you concentrate. “HEY! WE WERE PLAYING!” Tengen exclaimed, pouting as he watched you make your choices. “Mmm, the controller was free so I assumed direct control.” you said robotically. Sanemi snickered and stroked the back of your neck lightly with his fingertips. You shivered but kept up your task. Kyojuro sat down next to you and leaned on your shoulder. “But our character was so awesome.” he whinged. You paused what you were doing to pat his fluffy hair. “It was but I wanted to play a different char.” you replied to him affectionately. “Nnn, but why?” he pressed. “Because I wanted to make her black. I like playing chars that look like me, Kyo. Representation matters.” you replied exhasperated. Sanemi agreed audibly with you and you saw the thought cross your friends' minds. “Ahh! That’s right. Most games do poorly at incorporating people of color into them.” Gyomei spoke sagely. “Yep, so this is pretty badass. I originally was just doing this to annoy y’all but I am liking the time and effort they put into making non janky looking hair and non-ashy skin. Like this is dope af.” you cheerfully replied. Gradually the attitude in the room changed to a more cheerful one. Your friends asking about certain things that you noticed they hadn’t with gaming. Giving input on what they thought would make your character look cuter or agreeing with choices you made to her. Together y’all made a fine ass black heroine. Things settled down for a bit. The trio of trouble were making plans for the BNY event, you and Shinobu were playing the game while Gyomei and Mitsuri chilled out on the couches and chatted. Someone ordered food and the night continued in relative peace. The occasional spat happening here or there. Before the night was over things were settled for the BNY even happening in 2 weeks. It looked like it would be the Menace Trio plus you since everyone else had jobs to go to or a date in Mitsuri’s case. The group bid each other farewell and cleared out leaving you and Sanemi alone in the house. Genya was staying over at Zenitsu’s for guys only sleep over.

You were cleaning up the living room with Sanemi in a companionable silence. Having been with each other long enough that words weren’t always needed to fill the silence. Once the room was tidied he left to go and clean up the kitchen and you went to your shared room to change into your jammies. Too worn out to shower. Flopping down on the bed in an oversized black Captain Purgatory shirt with matching black logo’d athletic shorts you starfished on the sheets.

While enjoying the feel of the silk against your skin you stared up at the ceiling and contemplated your Toge cosplay. For sure Sanemi would go as Kat Explosion since they bore visual similarities and it was his favorite character. What outfit of Toge’s you would wear would depend on what version of the anti-hero he would choose. Your thoughts are interrupted by a half-nekkid Sanemi entering the room. He chucks he used shirt on your face and heads straight into the bathroom.

Remembering you hadn’t brushed your teeth yet you dragged your body off the bed, into the bathroom and towards the sinks. Sidling up next to him you grabbed your toothbrush and apple flavored toothpaste and began brushing your teeth. Your love sneering above your head as he sees your flavored tube. “Why would you use anything outside of mint? How do you even know your mouth is clean? It doesn’t feel fresh using that stuff.” he speaks after he spits in the sink and rinses it out. Hovering behind you after he is done.

“You like boring mint. I like fruity flavors. I know my mouth is clean because I just brushed it, duh.” you snark back at him. Running the water when you spit and splashing some around the basin to pick up any errant backsplash. Setting your brush down next to his you turn to leave but are stopped by his arms trapping you to the counter. “I think you should let me be the judge of that.” he says huskily into your ear. “Mint and apple don’t mix.” you remind him and he moves an arm out of the way letting you pass.

“That’s the real reason you do it. You don’t wanna kiss your man.” he playfully accused you. Slapping your plump ass when you walked out of his entrapment. Your hips sway seductively as you ignore his words. You both know they weren’t true and didn’t deserve a response. Reclaiming your spot on the bed your sigh is loud and content. Your lover flops down on top of you, wrapping his arms around your hips. “No sex. Just cuddles.” He says rubbing his face in the nape of your neck. You slither out of his embrace and tuck yourself under the silken sheet. “Come’er” you request opening up your arms in front of you. He eagerly crawls into your arms and lets you hold him.

“You decided on what version of Kat you are going as?” the inquiry is muffled into his soft, fluffy, white hair. Sanemi nods and says he wants to do the Earth’s Demise, Hero’s Assembly uniform. Neither of you have the time in-between work to make the outfits so y’all decide to order some high-end ones from a site and call it good. Making sure to place a rush, priority order. Sanemi grabs his phone and makes the purchases telling you if you feel bad about the cost you can make it up to him at a later date but that it wasn’t a big deal. Or you could suck him off, either works. It was his idea in the first place so no pressure. Your guilt over the cost is eased knowing he will let you pay him back if/when you are able to.

Sanemi stays on top of the sheets as you drift off to sleep. He doesn’t like sleeping under them as it causes him to overheat and he sweats. Just an overall uncomfortable experience. Once he is sure you are completely out, he slips away from you. Replacing the Ghost King plushie with his body he quietly sneaks out of the room. Tip toeing down the hall and up the stairs, turning to go into his office. Closing the door behind him he locks it and rubs his face harshly. His bare feet carry him to the gaming chair at his desk and he flops down, pushing it back and leaning forward settling his elbows on his knees. Holding his head in his hands. “I’m not sure I can do this.” he says aloud to noone. Glancing off to the side he eyes the locked first drawer of his desk. Removing a hand from his face, he sits up, extends his hand to the thumbprint reader and the drawer slides open. Inside is a wooden box which he picks up and stares at intently. Violet eyes boring invisible holes into it. His free hand runs through his hair, dropping to his side and he reclines back, still staring at the box. Pressing a finger to the front release button it pops open revealing a ring that matched the exact style, material and type that you loved. He had purchased it over a year ago and had just held onto it. Never knowing when the right time would be to ask you.

He thought about asking you back to the beach where you had first started your physical relationship and proposing but felt that was too cheesy. Then he thought about doing it on your birthday but then that would take away from the importance of your special day in his mind. Springing it on you during a gaming session had also been a thought for him. He shot that one down as well. Too impersonal though the element of surprise did appeal to him. Maybe he should do it during the BNY event? It celebrated something you both loved, no birthdays to worry about, wasn’t impersonal, and it had an unbeatable atmosphere. But if he did it there then it would still lack the feeling of inclusion he was looking for.

Maybe he was just overthinking it? Sanemi shook his head and groaned. He probably should consult someone to figure out the solution to his problem but stubbornness dictated he do it by himself. Clicking the box shut he internally resolved that he would do it at the BNY event. He would figure out what the missing element was in the time before it took place and then set his plan in action for the perfect proposal. Nodding his head he put the box back in the drawer, closed it and got up. Returning to the bedroom with a newfound resolution. He was going to finally do it. No more excuses. Settling down on top of the sheets next to your frame he pulled you closer to him and tucked you in under his chin.

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ghoultramp · 4 years ago

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study buddies [sukuna x reader] {req}

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↳ pairing: sukuna x f!reader

↳ content: { request fic } - dom!sukuna, subby!reader, curvy&soft!reader, college!au, dubcon, choking, spitting, marking (biting, scratching), dacryphilia, degradation (?), breath play (?), a sprinkle of praise (as a treat), nicknames for reader (princess, babygirl)

↳ words: 4.7k

⇢ summary: sukuna’s a little fed up of yuji having you all the fun with you, so when yuji suggests you should take a break from studying, sukuna decides it’s the perfect opportunity to have a taste of yuji’s little princess.

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⇢ note: request for nemi; i’m so sorry it took so long to get around to this but i hope this makes up for the wait! a huge thank you for being my partner in crime on this and for some of the fantastic ideas you shared.

Yuji had been grumbling at his textbook for the better part of ten minutes before you peered over the top of yours. While he lay chest down on the floor, your legs were lazily propped over the small of his back. Your own back was supported by a pillow against your bed frame, comfortable enough, but you were starting to ache. Yuji wittered beneath his breath, he looked sweet when he tried to concentrate; his eyebrows furrowed and his nose wrinkled, but it was the way his tongue poked over his top lip that made you giggle.

“Stop,” he groaned, “this is hard.”

You cleared your throat as you closed your book, placing it on your lap.

“Which question is it now?” you asked, lifting your legs off him.

He grumbled incoherently, flipping the same page back and forth. You shook your head and shuffled next to him, straightening out your skirt as you brought your knees together to retain some modicum of decency. You leaned your weight against your left hand and softly patted Yuji’s head with the other.

“Uhm,” he mumbled, “still on the first one…?”

“Yuji-Kun,” you sighed, “have you been listening to a word I’ve said?”

He looked at you through his peripheral vision while his mouth fought against a nervous smirk. You playfully tapped him against the side of the head. Yuji feigned injury, holding his head and rolling onto his back; you were trying so hard not to laugh as he rolled about, wailing dramatically.

“You’re such a baby,” you told him, throwing the textbook to the side.

You watched as he stopped and spread his limbs out like a starfish, he turned his head in your direction.

“Says the little Princess,” he retorted, he flashed a grin when your cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink.

He loved rendering your speechless with the utterance of a single word. To everyone on the outside, you and Yuji were this cute, Hallmark-movie, high-school sweetheart-type couple, barely even kissed, blushing at the sweet whispers you exchanged; how wrong they were.

Those sweet whispers that made you blush wildly were due to Yuji sharing with you his demands for you that evening—because you would always be his good Babygirl, his good little Princess. They would never see him grope you beneath the lecture hall desks, purposefully dragging you to the back. He’d ignore you as you cried into the sleeve of your sweater while his fingers fiddled with your sensitive little bud behind your underwear.

He rolled onto his side to prop his head up with his hand, you brought your hands up to cover your flushed cheeks.

“Hey,” he was trying not to laugh, finding your bashfulness absurdly loveable, “why don’t we take a break?”

A squeak escaped through the fingers of the hand that covered your mouth. Yuji awkwardly shifted onto his hands and knees, crawling toward you. When he sat up next to you, he swung his legs around to place them on either side of you; trapping you between him and the bed frame.

“Now who’s the baby?” he cooed, teasing you more by poking your hands playfully.

He laughed at your attempt to look annoyed, it was wasted. You resigned, watching as he began to lean into you, his hand pressed against the back of your head and his lips brushed against your ear.

“Or should I say,” his whisper was a low growl, “Babygirl?”

“Yuuuuuji,” you were whining as you squirmed between his legs, “you’re doing this on purpose.”

The warm breath expelled by his chuckle brushed against your neck. You felt the grip he held on the back of your head fall to your wrists, you didn’t fight him as he pulled your hands from your face. You knew he got off on how bashful you always were, and maybe you played into that a little, he felt the hot flush of your cheeks radiate against him.

He could devour you so easily.

You felt a thumb press hard against your chin, pushing your head right back. A pitiful laboured noise escaped your mouth, now pushing his palm against your throat. It wasn’t quite enough pressure to stop you from breathing, but enough to cause you discomfort. Enough to satisfy him. For the moment, at least.

“…ji,” you were fortunate enough to be able to squeeze the last syllable of his name.

Using his free hand, he kneaded at the delicious pudge of skin that poked out above your slightly-too-tight thigh-high socks. They were just a part of one of your many little uniforms reserved only for Yuji, and today was one of his favourites; a just-tight-enough shirt opened enough for your delicate, frilly lingerie—of his choosing, of course—to peek out, paired with a simple, pleated skirt.

You were ever so grateful when he lightened the pressure on your larynx, allowing you to urgently drag in a deep breath. But it was mere seconds before you were gasping and panting, succumbing to his will as his fingers pressed gently against the damp cotton of your panties.

“Finally,” you heard him say, the lowered tone of his voice triggered your flight response.

“Yu-Yuji?” you whimpered.

“Yuji’s not home right now, Princess,” he declared, “it’s not fair that he gets to have all the fun anyway.”

“Su-Sukuna, please,” you whined, tilting your pelvis back in an attempt to escape his roaming fingers, he only pressed against you harder.

“Why don’t you let me take you for a ride, babygirl,” as he said it, he dragged his finger downward, following your sweet, little slit beneath your underwear.

“You p-promised you wouldn’t,” if it wasn’t for the fact that Sukuna was so close to you, he never would have heard your feeble pleas.

“We all promise things we don’t really mean,” he groaned, removing his hand on your throat.

Sukuna smirked all the while you gasped for air—once again—and then whimpered, the focus in your sight made everything soft, your head felt full of cotton wool. Sukuna sniggered, the dumb, heavy-lidded look on your pretty, little face was nothing less than perfection. He pressed his fingers a slightly bit harder against your clit, inhaling sharply when he pulled strangled little mewls from behind your slightly parted lips.

Sukuna was more than a little fond of Yuji’s choice of mate, he’d been waiting far too long for this opportunity and he wasn’t going to squander it.

He was going to savour every moment.

“Let’s see,” Sukuna contemplated, relieving your clit of his fingers. He’d want you to beg for it, prove just how much of a needy little whore you really were; he’d have you screaming his name soon enough.

You whined at him as his hands crept along the outsides of your thighs, under your skirt, grabbing hold of your shapely hips. He ignored your cries while he pulled you toward him, your skirt now ruched above your waist.

“C’mere,” he grunted, jostling you with some force when you didn’t move quick enough for him.

From your position—your head now propped where your back had been, Sukuna suspending your arse with his large hands—you could almost pretend that it was still Yuji. It was still his body after all, right? Your eyes passed over the dark lines that only Sukuna had—you always thought they looked like tattoos—and the closed, second set of eyes. Those eyes unnerved you, scared you. You dropped your gaze.

You didn’t ever think you’d have to face this situation, Yuji had reassured you time and time again that he had control of Sukuna, that he wouldn’t be able to take over when things got hot and heavy between the both of you. Now, you supposed Sukuna had lied about being compliant the entire time.

Sukuna continued, “I demand a taste of this—“ he yanked your underwear down your thighs, pulling a little too hard on the waistband, “—sweet fucking cunny.”

Dumbfounded, you were only able to watch him with curious, wide eyes as he moved your legs to benefit him while he struggled to remove your underwear. He was clearly getting impatient, throwing your soaked underwear over his head and across the other side of the room.

Sukuna let out a long, deep moan, as he shuffled himself back. He brought your legs down, pressing his muscular upper-arms against the back of your thighs; this was his way of stabilising you while having both of his hands free.

With his biceps pushing into your thighs, you yelped as your neck was forced into an uncomfortable position. The top of your head pressed against the base of the bed while your ear squashed into your shoulder; you scrambled to hoist yourself up, pushing your palms against the floor.

“Ah-ah,” he growled, yanking you down by the hips.

Sukuna mumbled something, you may not have been able to hear it, but your widely spread cunt certainly felt him say something. He brought the index finger of his right hand up to hover just out of reach of your presenting hole; raising his gaze to catch you looking at him--your chest heaving with your gulping breaths, your eyes almost entirely closed, with your tongue gently lolled out over your bottom lip--he certainly hadn’t expected you to submit to him like this so easily.

“I can see why Yuji likes you,” Sukuna mused, you gasped loudly when his thick finger penetrated you for the first time, “a needy little bitch in heat, like you?”

He let out a satisfied groan as you convulsed against him, nowhere for you to go as he twisted his finger, left to right and back again, fucking you with little care as his thrusts became almost violent. You cried out when he began to hit his palm quite forcefully against your clit with each thrust of his finger; Sukuna’s dark eyes glared up at you, his thick brows pulling together in the middle of his brow while he snarled at you.

You really were trapped.

“I happen to know you like it rough,” he was smirking, the loud, wet sound that came from between your legs as he removed his finger with a yank make you shrink beneath him.

“But, let’s get one thing straight,” he continued, moaning while he sucked at your sweet juices that soaked his finger, “your little Yuji-Kun won’t ever compare to a demon,” Sukuna watched the panic set in your eyes, felt your thighs shaking against his arms as he angled you up.

“It’ll be so delightful and easy, making you teeter on that edge,” he snarled, “between pain and pleasure until I see fit.”

You yelped uncomfortably when the pad of his heavy thumb pressed into your clit; you heard him chuckle above your cries, pressing against it harder. Sukuna pursed his lips against your inner thigh. You felt his smirk against your skin when his thumb quickly shifted from your clit to your hole; it was without warning, your slick allowing him to pull in and out with ease. But the intrusion made you shudder, followed closely by an uncontainable wail.

“Oh, Princess,” he cooed, talking into your thigh, “you’re going to make over-stimming you so much fucking fun.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” it was a pitiful attempt at finding your voice.

Sukuna either couldn’t hear you or at the very least, he didn’t want to hear you. He dragged his tongue along your delicate skin, playfully nipping at you every few inches.

Oh, how it amused him when you squirmed, afraid of his real bite, perhaps? The thought excited him.

You continued to whimper while Sukuna roamed your thighs, but when he flicked the tip of his tongue across your clit—fucking you with his thumb, his fingernails digging into the flesh of your arsecheeks—you brought your hand to your face, biting down on the flesh of your wrist.

Sukuna ignored you, giving attention to your throbbing clit, using his free hand to spread your lips just a bit more, enough for him to sink his lips down and around you. He loved when you made those whiny, little bleats—so pathetic, so fucking easy.

But, no, this wasn’t enough for Sukuna. He jerked his thumb out—your walls quivered around the empty space—and replaced it with his tongue; he groaned loudly as he sloppily lapped at your dripping, wet cunt.

Crying into your hand, still biting down on your already raw flesh, you felt the pull of your hips, ready to spasm with the release that was building up within your core. Sukuna masterfully worked his way around your insides, tensing the tip of his tongue to satisfy that sweet spot within you.

“Cum for me, Princess,” his deep voice was cast even lower as he growled as he spoke those words, commanding you; you felt a pressure within your pelvis vibrate and coil.

A pretty, choked sob found its way behind your lips as you relaxed your head to the side. The arm you had been using to silence yourself came down on Sukuna’s head so hard he scratched at your outer thigh; that would surely leave a mark. Whether you were willing to admit it or not, the thought excited you, you wanted him to hurt you.

Sukuna seemed frustrated when you didn’t obey his demand.

“I said fucking cum for me, Princess,” he snarled, firmly placing his hands on either side of your arse. You gasped, feeling the sting of him driving the points of his nails into your flesh. “I won’t hesitate to hurt you, y’know,” he continued in between tending to your soft, little cunt, “but I get the feeling you’d—“ he huffed, driving his nails into you, eliciting a strangled, wailing moan from your lips, “—like it.”

A whimpering, twitching mess was all you were beneath Sukuna’s grip. You heard the sloppy, wet noises combining with his hungry moans, tasting as much of you as he possibly could. Leaning back onto his knees, Sukuna noticed the bright flush in your cheeks.

“Sweet, little thing,” he laughed, “look, she’s embarrassed.”

Sukuna delighted in having you as his play-thing, but he wasn’t quite done with you yet. While he stared at you with his impossibly dark eyes, you heard the distinct jostling of a belt being undone; you heard it land with a thud when he discarded it to the side, triggering your body to shudder once more.

He wasn’t impressed with you when you lowered your gaze away.

“No, no, no,” he chuckled, “you will return the favour, Babygirl.”

Your heart beat wildly against your chest, your breathing was nothing but desperate, clamouring gasps as he hoisted you by your hair. Your protesting cries meant nothing to him as he effortlessly pulled you to your knees and the sight of your eyes brimming with tears amused him all the more.

“You’d do it for him, wouldn’t you?” he gave an inflection to his voice, trying to mimic Yuji’s, “It’s still his body, right?”

Sukuna’s grip on your hair tightened while he fiddled with the zip of his trousers, you felt helpless, watching as he relieved his thick, hard cock from its clothed prison. It was Yuji’s body, but like this—when Sukuna felt the need to barge his way in—it was his, not Yuji’s.

“Isn’t it?” he spat, pushing you down toward his crotch, cock in hand.

You may have been too shocked to form words, disjoined syllables tumbling from your lips, but not shocked enough to resist him. You didn’t recoil when your lips pressed against the swollen, wet head of his cock, as he brushed his pre-cum across your lips. In fact, you were eager, Sukuna laughed when you parted your lips, ready to receive him.

“See, it’s not that bad, is it?” he mused as he tugged your head back to look up at him.

You heard him stifle a low growl, looking up at him with your pretty, glassy eyes and your puffy, pink lips.

Whining at him as you placed your hands on either side of his muscular thighs, you were a desperate little pet eager for master’s attention. You didn’t care that he held your weight by your hair, it didn’t matter that it hurt. You didn’t care how aggressive he was; it didn’t matter when it felt this good.

“That’s it,” his smile was devilish, allowing you to lower your head into his lap on your own terms.

When you moved Sukuna’s hand away from his cock, he let out a chortle that made your heart flutter. He was gentle while you teased the aching head of his cock. You were ever so pleased with yourself when you pulled guttural, feral moans from his lips; it was your turn to tease Sukuna. For however long he might allow it, that was.

Which wasn’t long at all, it would seem.

Sukuna was impatient and you were taking far too long, he wanted his dick rammed as far down your throat as he could, and he would. He wasn’t being gentle now, not when he pushed your head down onto him. When you let out a surprised yelp, he took the opportunity to take advantage.

“Fuck,” he hissed while you gagged on the intrusion of his length.

Your throat felt raw, there was no niceness about him now as he held you down. You were sure he would be smirking as you convulsed within his grip, feebly attempting to push against his tensed thighs with very little effect. Yuji might be rough with you, but Sukuna was on a different level, and you quickly understood just how utterly useless any and all attempts to save yourself would be.

It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt, and you knew—for certain—that someone was going to be you.

You closed your eyes and held onto his thighs so tight your knuckles turned white; it was the only thing you could do to distract yourself at that moment. The tears he’d forced from your eyes dripped onto your chest with your clumsy movements. You let out a wail of relief when he pulled you away, even just for a moment, it was welcomed.

"There's a good girl," he grunted, admiring the spit that dribbled down your chin, "there's my good little Princess."

Your moan at his words was cut off by a cruel shove of his hand; you gagged under the duress of him ramming into the back of your throat. He didn't care that you choked and spluttered beneath him, in fact, you knew it excited him; the way his cock twitched with each uncomfortable noise you made told you everything.

Every bone in your body screamed at you to submit to him, you would hope it would be less humiliating than this. Sukuna was surprised when you fell limp within his grasp and jerked you back once more.

“I wasn’t sure I’d break you so easily,” he chuckled, raising his free hand to your tear-stricken face.

You shuddered when his thumb stroked away at your wet cheek. You kept your eyes closed as his hand snaked its way across your face and down to your mouth. He tightened his grip on your hair as he held down hard with his other hand.

Your eyes darted open, Sukuna was a God looking down upon a mere mortal.

He hissed, you felt a heavy pressure against your lips as he used his hand to push you back against the pillow still propped against the bed. He was quick, untangling his hand from your hair to rest it on your inner thigh. He was laughing as his fingers tightened around your thigh, claws pinching at your flesh.

“Open wide, Babygirl,” baring his teeth at you, he looked maniacal, his hulking shape looming over you.

You sobbed helplessly as the mouth on his palm opened up, summoning a tongue that successfully infiltrated your mouth with very little effort. He laughed as your pretty, flushed face twisted, breathing frantically through your nose.

You were unable to make out the words he growled while he dragged his claws along the tender flesh of your inner thigh. The games he’d played with your throat, and consequently your oxygen, had dulled your senses—all except the ones that mattered, of course.

The bottom of his palm hit hard against your abused clit and your eyes widened with realisation. Sukuna smirked, both hands pressing so impossibly hard against both sets of your lips as he leaned into you.

“Just a little more,” he growled, “and then you’ll be ready for me.”

There was no time to think before the hand at your mouth pushed your head back, the finger and thumb on either side of your nostrils were dangerously close to completely restricting your airflow. Another tongue infiltrated your aching hole, he laughed at you as you convulsed beneath him. He allowed you to shake your head from side to side but nothing more, he found your efforts at yet another struggle tempting.

Your hips bucked defiantly beneath his hand as he bore against you. You whimpered against the tongue at your mouth as the one inside your twitching hole tickled against your most sensitive spot. Sukuna brought his face down impossibly close to yours, now gently grinding his palm against your clit; the only thing you felt were tight shocks that battered away within your core.

Sukuna gripped your face with his fingers, careless as his claws almost scratched at your face. When your head was brought up to meet him, your noses touched. It was unnerving.

You felt Sukuna’s tongues retreat. You were conflicted when you felt the gnawing ache of emptiness that was left behind. Formulating thoughts seemed impossible, coherency was nowhere to be found. With heavy-lidded eyes, you lazily watched as Sukuna knelt back.

It was cute, the way you opened your legs even wider for him. It wasn’t enough for Sukuna, nothing ever seemed enough for Sukuna. You felt his clawed hands grip the underside of your tender thighs; your breath shuddered, feeling the wet head of his cock bump against your widened hole.

“Good girl,” he breathed, “open wide.”

There was no other warning than his words as he shunted his hips forward, you moaned low in your throat—a strangled, feral noise—as your dripping wet cunt enveloped his throbbing length with very little ease.

“See,” he grunted, tightening his grip on your thighs, “I can be kind—“ he pulled his entire length, your hole quivered at the empty space, “—when I want to be.”

You wailed as he bottomed out against you, digging his claws into your flesh hard enough to draw blood as he frantically thrust. He’d been patient long enough but, while you’d been a good girl and indulged him, playtime was over.

Your head whirled and your limbs were numb. The only nerves that you felt any connection to were the ones in your pussy, the ones that made it possible to feel every protruding vein of his achingly hard cock The nerves that made it possible to feel every twitch it made as Sukuna put all his weight into you. He grunted, pushing back on your thighs, you yelped when he folded them against your stomach.

Sukuna delighted in hearing the moan you gave him after yet another deep, unrelenting thrust, his pelvis grinding roughly against your clit. You found yourself unraveling beneath him, you no longer felt within your own body.

“Yuji,” you mewled.

It was an easy mistake to make, a mistake that Sukuna did not appreciate. He laughed down at you as he picked up his pace. An unrelenting pace that shunted your body with each and every thrust. A pace that made you see stars.

“Silly little bitch,” he growled, spitting on your cheek, he was surprised when you let out a gasp of arousal, “say my name.”

He watched you convulse beneath him, felt you writhe and twist in his arms. It was delicious. The way your cunt clamped on his cock, tighter and tighter, and harder and harder until your cervix felt bruised.

“You’re mine right now, Princess,” he told you breathlessly, “Say it.”

You felt his spit hit your face again and your pelvis tightened. Things like that were supposed to feel this good, and for a brief moment, an internal struggle between arousal and embarrassment took place. Your arousal when Sukuna spoke.

“Say my fucking name,” was his final demand, but you could only cry out nonsense, “Say it!”

“Su-Sukuna!” you cried, obliged to obey him.

You were rewarded with the relief of Sukuna removing one of his hands from your thighs, too fucked-out to move—or care—your leg still rested against your stomach. He bared his teeth and brought his hand back; you were astonished that he never lost his momentum.

He grunted as he breathed.

“That’s right,” his voice began to waver, close to his own climax, “good girl.”

You could almost believe you weren’t just a piece of meat to him, the way his tongue wrapped around the words he used could make anyone feel special. But you were rudely reminded this was Sukuna, not Yuji, when his swung-back hand collided with your thigh.

The Earth itself could have shattered at that very moment, and all you’d feel would be him; you thought yourself lucky enough to remember your name.

“Good—“ he grunted against your arching hips, begging for more you couldn’t possibly take, “—girl.”

Sukuna juddered on top of you, within you, while his claws made their final assault on your skin, while he buried himself as deep within you as possible. You writhed and mewled beneath him, your hands grasped at the carpet, desperate to hold onto something while the pressure of his hot cum filling your battered cunt overwhelmed you.

There was a faint sting that broke through the pleasure as he continued to roll his hips against you, gently for the time being, now that he was spent.

It astonished you how quickly his breathing returned to normal while you struggled to draw any breaths that felt satisfying, still recoiling and twitching. You could speak only broken gibberish.

Sukuna lowered your legs, you wished he’d more gentle; you winced as your hip joints creaked having been forced into such an uncompromising position. You felt the weight of his chest press against yours and his nose nuzzled gently against the crook of your neck.

There was a tense moment as you lay under him as your senses regained consciousness.

“Yu-Yuji?” you whimpered, tears threatened the edges of your eyes.

The pretty pink man who lay on top of you let out an angered growl, the hands that tightened around your wrists no longer had claws; there was care in the grip.

“I’ll kill him,” you heard him growl, his grip tightening.

“Yuji I’m—“ he didn’t leave you room to finish as he lifted his head, gazing down at you with furrowed eyebrows and bold, dark eyes.

“But first,” he told you, looking down at the mess between where your bodies connected, “it looks like I have to punish you first.”

He looked back to you—was he enjoying this?—and cast a dirty smirk at you.

“Because despite what Sukuna may think or say,” he continued, looming closer to you, his cock twitching with every word, “you haven’t been a good girl, have you, Princess?”

Your lips may have been moving but your voice was inaudible.

“You can thank Sukuna for one thing though, Princess,” he growled, nipping at your neck.

His voice broke when he deliberately moaned in your ear, a sound that made you squirm with delight.

“There’s no more holding back,” was the last thing he said before raising your arms above your head and locking his teeth to your neck.

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brutal-nemesis · 3 years ago

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1 Year Anniversary Special ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

Alllllllright the people have spoken. And I have decided. To do.

A very weird special wombo combo because I think that is the best idea instead of just picking one thing

So, the special will be: y’all send whatever questions you want to ask my oc’s. I will draw them answering it, while also supplying a reaction meme that expresses how they feel about said question. You may also send in a short lil prompt, and I will both write it and draw it. (putting in my normal disclaimer of: these drawing will be stick people. They will be low effort. Thank you for your support)

Below, I have the survey results as well as a special chocolatey surprise 😩

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere’s the pie chart!

As you can see, sharing more reaction memes won with 6 votes. Second place was making me write shit (4 votes), and third was drawing challenge (3 votes). One person who voted other just said everything so they win ig. One person who voted other said more E&T and don’t worry girlboss (gender neutral) that was going to happen anyway ✨ A few people did say the decision was difficult, and someone suggested a Q&A, so that’s why we ended up with what we have now

Also, since two (2) people expressed interest in my cookie recipe, y’all may have it. As a treat

As you can see, it’s not mine per se, but everyone IRL knows these as “[Nemi]’s famous chocolate cookies” and they are so good a 10/10 time

A couple tips:

I never put nuts in it because no

Just use whatever chocolate chips you want fuck the system (i recc semisweet tho)

I use a fuckin muffin scoop, so they are always kinda large and don’t spread out much. I bake them for 7 minutes exactly, but if you don’t make yours the same size, bake times may vary

When they come out you may say, hmm these seem raw-ish. That is how you know they are done. If you bake them until they seem done all the sugar will die and they will not be as godly. Do not overbake these. Anything longer than 9-10 minutes is sinful

I have had to make these without an electric mixer once and it sucked I was stirring for forever my arm was so sore so please use one of those electric hand mixers or a kitchen aid or something. Unless you are swole. Then do what you want

If you do make these, please let me know how it goes! I want to know! I want you to message me while you are making them and there is cocoa powder on your shirt!

#ask game #kinda?#nemi's 1 year anniversary special #i have a lot of time alone at home and a twelve pack of expo markers so im fucking SET #this'll probably be open until i stop getting asks for it lol that's usually how it goes #the only time i've had to be like ''im no longer accepting asks please stop im dying squirtle'' was when i was beating up my anons #so we should be gucc for this cuz this aint that and my story's not like popular so im sure i can handle it #whoever said they wanted more pics of alpha worm: just google arabian sand boa that's what he is #and to the person who said they don't have tungle yet: i can't wait to meet you too but also i fear you for perceiving me so secretly #like i didnt perceive many of my now-friends secretly before i made my account hahahahahaha 🙃#i say the drawings are low effort like i dont spend 3 min getting the facial expression *just* right #erebus will be kinda tricky now that his eyes are different but i did this to myself #at least he doesnt have horns yet 🤧 that would have been annoying

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dudeandduchess · 4 years ago

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“How do you always manage to look so captivating?” with Nemi please! Thanks a lot! 💙💙 Also, I'd like to say that your writings are the absolute captivating and lovely too.

Note: I may have run away with this a little bit, mostly because of the things I’ve been reading as of late. 😂 And thank you so much, bby!!! 🥰🍉

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Sanemi x Princess!F!S/O: “How do you always manage to look so captivating?” (Fluffy/Blushy Starters, SFW Scenario)

Warning: Soft Nemi

Sanemi felt so restless.

He didn’t even know why he was subjected to wait in the west palace’s receiving area, instead of being led straight to his fiancée’s bedroom— like what usually happened. It had only been a week since he had last seen her, but he had been itching to see her as soon as he’d gotten back from his latest mission.

She was the only thing that had been on his mind while he was away, and it didn’t help at all that she’d sent such suggestive replies to his letters. If her father knew just how his daughter acted so unrestrained with him, Sanemi was sure that their engagement would be cut off; despite the fact that it would strain the relationship between the royal family as well as the Demon Slayers.

A sneer passed the Wind Hashira’s lips at that, making him shake his head as he crossed one leg over the other— sitting on the Western styled sofa as if he owned the palace.

In a way, that would be true. But that wasn’t his intention for marrying (Y/n) in the first place. He really and truly was in love with her, and his arrogant façade had more to do with intimidating most of the palace’s gossiping servants.

Of course, no one would have readily accepted him into high society— what with him being of humble origins. If he weren’t a Hashira, he never would have been able to talk to (Y/n) in the first place.

And, aside from getting to protect the ones he loved, that was the other reason why he was thankful for being a Slayer in the first place.

Sanemi was taken out of his thoughts by the quiet clinking of a tea set being set down on the table in front of him. But he didn’t pay much attention to the female attendant, even as she poured him a cup of the fragrant jasmine tea that his (Y/n) favored above anything else.

It wasn’t his most favorite thing to drink, but he could only try and suppress a smile at her subtle way of getting him to like the tea; if only to get back at him for feeding her ohagi every time she visited him at his home.

“Her Highness will be with you in a short while, Shinazugawa-sama,” The attendant announced flatly— bowing deeply to Sanemi before taking her leave. She hadn’t even given him a chance to thank her for the tea; so he made do with taking the cup from where it had been placed in front of him, and brought it up to his lips.

He wanted to make a face at the flowery scent that filled his senses, but he sighed and blew on the hot drink instead. All the while, he let his gaze roam around the room— admiring all of the paintings that had been hung up on the walls, but stopping on one painting in particular that had him grinning like the lovesick fool that he was.

The particular piece that had caught his attention was something that he clearly remembered posing for; more so because of the fact that it had taken such a long time for it to get done— as well as the fact that (Y/n) had rewarded him so passionately for even putting up with her whim to have a portrait of them painted.

In the portrait, he stood behind her in his usual uniform, while she sat in front of him, with his hands on both of her shoulders, and her left hand laid on top of his left one. Most of the attendants present that day had insisted for him to wear something much more formal for the portrait, but (Y/n) had been adamant about letting him wear what he wanted.

To say that he was confused at her words had been an understatement, but her reason for defending him had more than made him flustered. The Hashira had felt like he was going to faint with how hard his heart had begun to beat at her answer, and no man in his right mind wouldn’t have been affected with such bold words.

“I love you just as you are, so why would I want to change you to suit what most people think you should be?” He wanted nothing more than to cup her face in his hands and slant his lips over hers at that moment, but he’d had to hold himself back since they were getting the portrait made.

That would explain the soft look in his eyes, as well as the genuine smile on his face in the painting. He was embarrassed about looking so soft at first, but (Y/n) had changed his mind when she told him that she loved it.

When it came to her, he really was hopeless.

Before he could lament even further about how he was so head over heels in love with his princess, he took a sip of his tea and set the cup back down on the table. And, just as he was about to reach forward and take a piece of manju from the set that had been laid out for him, a pair of familiar hands covered his eyes.

Everything would have been well and good, had it not been for the fact that— despite looking such a graceful princess— (Y/n) was extremely heavy-handed. So, what seemed like a gentle gesture for her actually had her hands roughly grabbing at Sanemi’s face.

Especially when she pulled his head back so she could whisper in his ear, “Guess who.”

“Michiko?” Sanemi deadpanned, purposely saying a random woman’s name to tease her. It worked, as the princess huffed before biting down on the shell of her fiancé’s ear.

“You’re asking to get hurt, aren’t you, Sanemi?” The threat was empty at most, since she really wouldn’t be able to do anything to someone like him, which had the Hashira chuckling as he encircled her wrists with his hands and pulled her hands off of his eyes.

Deciding to accept that her little teasing moment was over, (Y/n) stepped away from the Wind Hashira and shook his hands off— if only to put them on either side of her waist. Meanwhile, Sanemi took that moment to get up from his seat so he could finally get a look at the person he’d wanted to see since he left.

(Y/n) was wearing a displeased scowl on her face— all because of his earlier answer— but that didn’t keep Sanemi from adopting the softest grin on his face. Especially as he took her in from head to toe. “How do you always manage to look so captivating?”

To most people, it was the most uncharacteristic line for him to ever say, but to (Y/n)— whom had seen every single facet to Sanemi’s personality— it wasn’t that much of a surprise to hear him be so honest with her.

However, that didn’t mean that she was immune to his sweet words of flattery. So, with a vibrant blush on her cheeks, she turned her face away from him and answered, “It comes naturally.”

To the young woman’s surprise, the Hashira belted out a hearty laugh at that— one that had her blushing even more, because even his laugh sounded so sinfully attractive.

And, as if to further throw her for a loop, Sanemi reached a hand up and cupped her cheek tenderly— rubbing it so gently with the pad of his thumb, before whispering, “I missed you so much, (Y/n).”

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