#why is sanemi so hard to draw actually

[otaku553]

A certain first encounter

[ponderingmoonlight]

Sanemi Shinazugawa standing up for you

Pairing: Sanemi x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,1k

Synopsis: You are used to no one believing in you, to get picked on by other corps member because you're a girl. Until one of them crosses the line and starts a fights. Until a certain someone stands up for you when no one else does.

Warnings: not proofread bc I have a gym date with my boy (in order to have a biceps as beefy as (y/n)'s lmao), reader gets reduced to being a weak woman when she is anything but that, bad girl energy, Sanemi being a cutie

„I can’t believe they allowed a little girl to participate.”

“Look at her. There’s no way she survived the training of the former sound hashira, the serpent pillar and landed here.”

“Probably nothing but luck. Or she cheated.”

Don’t listen to them, just focus on staying hydrated and eating enough for your upcoming training. It has always been this way. You, a girl in a world of boys against everything. Why is it so hard to believe that you are capable of doing what they do when two female hashira show them how it’s done? You work your ass of day in and out, stayed consistent for your whole life. You’re always the first who appears in the morning and the last of them who falls into bed after practice. Nothing in life is given you for free, especially when it comes to strength. But apparently, they fail to realize this even after being a part of the demon slayer corps for quite some time.

“I bet she slept her way up.”

Your heart drops to the floor, eyes widen in sheer disbelief. You, sleeping your way up?

“Yeah, maybe she aims to be the fourth wife of him or something.”

“So that’s why he’s always going easy on her.”

“I can hear you. Loud and clearly”, you finally speak up.

They are talking about you as if you are nothing but air, as if you wouldn’t share the same air. Anger begins to rush through your veins uncontrollably. All this work only to be called the mistress of a former hashira?

“I couldn’t care less about the existence of a woman who fucked her way up”, one of them spits directly into your face.

“How are your trainees doing?”, the white-haired men questioned while staring into the sunset.

“Most of them are trash. That one though…”

Instantly, Sanemi’s gaze is glued onto Obanai who now sits next to him.

“Really? You’ve got one that has some balls?”

“A girl, to be exact. She seems decently skilled and Actually just transferred to your training”, Obanai clarifies.

“I never heard of a girl getting through Uzui’s basic training until now”, Sanemi replies while rubbing his chin.

A girl, huh? He can’t put a finger on the last time he ever trained one. But if Obanai talks so highly about you, there sure must be something going on.

“She’s got potential. Let’s just hope there’s enough time.”

“Instead of lying around like the loser you are, try training next time. I don’t need to fuck my way up, I’m all good by my own”, you bark back along with straightening your shoulders.

Who does this guy think he is? Talking behind your back like that while you don’t even know who the fuck he is.

“You’re nothing but a weak woman, I’m sure it was way too easy for you to wrap them hashira around your finger.”

You draw closer, his dreadful eyes piercing like arrows through yours. But you couldn’t care less. No, this is enough.

“Bold coming from a guy who obviously never touched a woman in his entire life. To be honest, I could give you one or two reasons for that. But it’s not my job to tell you what kind of loser you are. Now excuse me, the training session with the wind hashira begins soon and you definitely aren’t worth being late to that.”

“Why do I have to waste my time with those losers?”, Sanemi mumbles to himself while walking towards the campsite where all the trainees are located.

Or wait, didn’t Obanai talk about a skilled girl earlier? Maybe she’ll last longer than that bunch of losers. While getting closer, his eyes fall on a crowd of multiple guys cheering and staring of what looks like a sensation in the middle.

“What the hell is going on over there?”

You manage to escape his punch just before he hits your face with full force, so unexpected that your eyes widen. Did he just try to slap you? In your face?

“Are you out of your goddamn mind? We are here to get trained and not to fight each other like animals!”, you roar at him.

Another dash forward, another failed attempt to hit you with full force while everyone around you starts eyeing you up and down. This must be a cruel joke, a nightmare. You joined the demon slayer corps to fight against injustice and to support peace. But in this very moment, you find yourself surrounded by your comrades who definitely try to hurt you.

“You just have to play the smartest one, don’t you? I don’t give a damn about your little game. I will never respect a woman who fucked her way up”, he jeers back at you.

You force yourself not to cry, to not show them how much their fucking words sting. All your life, you were forced to fight against those who wanted to see you suffer, does who didn’t put trust in your abilities. Your neighbors, your friends, even your own family. Never more than a little girl with crazy dreams, never more than average with no one who believes in her.

“You have no i-“

An enormous storm of air swirling around you catches you completely off guard and almost sweeps you off your feet. You aren’t able to see anything anymore, let alone move. Fuck, what is this? Definitely not the power of that jerk from before. Your lungs feel like bursting under the immense pressure, chest so tight that you have to force air in and out. What on earth is this?

“That’s enough. Who do you even think you are?”

When the storm calms down as rapidly as it came, you find yourself landing onto the floor with your knees just in time while everyone around you bumps into the ground head-first.

“S-she attacked me! It was her fault!”

Your eyes widen in sheer horror when you begin to realize who was responsible for this. There he stands with his katana in his hand, his white cloak still flowing in the wind.

And his dreadful orbs are set on you.

You try to scream, try to defend yourself, but all of the sudden you forgot how to speak. This is the wind hashira, Sanemi Shinazugawa. After all those countless sessions with Tengen and Obanai, it was your goal to get here, to impress him.

But now you’re kneeling to his feet while countless men point their fingers at you, claiming you’re the one responsible for this mess.

“So, this was you?”, he questions.

There is no doubt in the fact that his ask is directed towards you. Not when he looks at you so serious with his hand clutched into a tight fist.

“I didn’t mean to cause trouble”, you finally press out.

Defending yourself is a waste of time. With all those men saying you’re the problem, your words mean nothing. All you can do is sit here and hope that you’re able to stay, hope that the wind hashira won’t send you back home like everyone predicted.

“You have to be fucking kidding me”, he mutters with low voice.

It’s over. This is it, your final time at the hashira training. Even giving your best wasn’t enough, apparently. Not when nobody believes in you except yourself. You should have kept quiet, should have ignored their stupid sayings. You furrow your eyebrows, wild eyes going hard.

No. You did everything right. No one is allowed to talk to you in such a manner, to say all those nasty things about you. It was the only right thing to defend your honor. There is nothing to regret.

“Are you really trying to make her responsible for this when I heard your dumb ass talking shit about her? You have some fucking nerve, lying into the face of a hashira.”

Time stands still, you don’t dare to make a move while the crowd around you goes silent. Did the wind hashira really just…Stand up for you?

“Now get lost, all of you brats. If you’d be as good at fighting as in talking shit, we would have beaten all demons already.”

He doesn’t have to tell them twice. In the matter of seconds, the usual crowded area is deadly silent with only you and the white-haired man remaining. Your heart almost beats out of your chest, eyes now fixated on his back. Why would he even stand up for a stranger, especially a girl? It’s probably best if you get away from here as well-

“No, not you. You definitely stay”, he instructs you after you take one single step forward.

You freeze right in your tracks. What now? Will he kick you out, send you back to your family? What if he didn’t mean those words he said earlier, what if he’s not convinced that you are in fact innocent?

“Listen, I’m sorry about t-“

“You really have some balls, dealing with a bunch of guys like that. My honest respect for that.”

 “What?”, you blurt out.

And there it is. The most breath-taking smile you’ve ever seen, a smile that makes your heart and stomach flutter, that leaves you standing there like an idiot. You never actually believed in love, let alone to fall for someone. But the wind hashira, standing in front of you with his katana casually placed over his shoulders and his hand on his hip while smiling at you…

You’re lost. Deeply, completely, utterly lost.

“It’s clear that you’re working hard and I admire that. They have no right to talk to you this disrespectfully. I’m the only one who’s allowed to do that”, he replies with his charismatic low voice.

“Thank you for standing up for me. For a second, I was pretty sure you’ll send me back home”, you admit while avoiding his gaze.

Maybe you’re still able to prove them all wrong, maybe you will make it after all. The hashira training is your chance to finally show your true self. You grab the handle of your katana tightly. And you will do everything you can to use that chance.

“Why would I send someone like you home when you’re one of the best corps members? These guys don’t know shit about you and it’s clear that they’re jealous. Don’t listen to those people and keep up the hard work.”

The man in front of you definitely isn’t the monster you’ve heard of. The rough and loud wind hashira who has zero control over his emotions, who rejected his own brother. The man who means nothing but violence, nothing but trouble. No, that man in front of you is smiling at you, teasing you in order to become better. And you’ll do everything to thank him for believing in you.

-one week later-

“You can’t keep her for yourself any longer. Apart from Kamado, she’s one of the greatest chances the demon slayer corps have. It’s Gyomei’s turn to train her”, Shinobu explains calmly, earning one of the deadliest looks ever from the wind hashira.

Truth is, he doesn’t want to let you go. He wants to see you every day, wants to train with you as often as he can, wants to talk with you into the night. What is left when you’re not around except the effect you had on him, the admiration he holds for you in his heart? Sanemi thought he’d never be able to find love again, that no other woman would ever catch his heart. But there you are with your determination made of stone and heart made of gold.

“She’s better off with me”, he mumbles with a pout, not daring to look into the insect pillar’s eyes.

It’s clear that he’s acting ridiculous. When it comes to gaining more strength and abilities, you’re definitely not better off by his side only. He can’t just gatekeep you for his own will.

“Don’t tell me you started liking her”, Obanai comments dryly.

“Sanemi, is it possible, that…that…”

“Don’t you dare saying that”, he warns the pink-haired girl opposite of him.

“ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH (Y/N)!?”

“SHUT UP, I NEVER SAID THAT!”

“YOU DON’T HAVE TO SAY IT, I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES!”

“WHY? BECAUSE THEY’RE BLOODSHOT!?”

Him, in love with a woman? How ridiculous…

Right?

He huffs to himself. Yeah, there is no denying in the fact that he fell a little too hard.

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[beddybites]

What usually triggers baby mode and what were everyone’s reactions the first time it happened? Particularly the other two babies ^^

i was planning on drawing this but i am so. so tired... so i hope this is okay!! tiny 21 trio au my beloved

Sanemi:

usually he goes Baby Mode when his emotions get carried away. 9 times out of 10 its because he's really angry and frustrated about his situation

but he will also go baby mode when he's super happy. Tengen found out he could get him to go Baby Mode via tickling him and playing with him for example

He went Baby Mode for the first time when he accidentally got himself hurt during a 'tantrum.' Sanemi accidentally hit his head, and the second Genya scrambled to make sure he was okay, he began bawling his eyes out and he dropped

Genya was worried, but once Sanemi was cheered up, he was thrilled, because it turns out Baby Sanemi is attached to him

this weirded out Giyuu and Obanai a lot-- the angry Wind Hashira was suddenly a super happy-and-go-lucky baby who drooled all over the place

they were not huge fans of Sanemi trying to play with them, though Giyuu reluctantly joined in-- only to regress into an infant mindset as well. Obanai thought he was in hell

Giyuu:

he’s having a hard time processing the attention and care he’s receiving and he just sort of drops out of nowhere

Obanai and Sanemi, being his number one haters, mock and degrade him for it via baby babble, but thats just because they struggle a LOT with the situation

they are very thrown off when Giyuu starts cooing and attempts to cuddle with them

Sanemi in particular, gets super annoyed because he keeps pawing at his face and trying to play with him

Giyuu keeps calling Obanai "baby" because he's a lot tinier. the Hashira find this hysterical

Giyuu warms up to the transition pretty fast to make things easier. he tends to go Baby Mode more voluntarily and tries to help the other two understand why its useful

Sanemi and Obanai just assume Giyuu is doing this to make himself look high and mighty, and it pisses them off. every time Giyuu goes Baby Mode around them, they spend the first minute being like "what the hell is the matter with you. jerk"

the other Hashira are grateful but a few can’t help themselves from teasing him about it. they all agree hes adorable when he regresses. Shinobu is thriving 

Tanjiro and Nezuko adore Giyuu whether he's big or small, but when he's Baby Mode, he's much more willing to be held and snuggled and loved

Urokodaki cries the first time he sees Giyuu in Baby Mode. he loves his son very much

Obanai:

his first Baby Mode directly resulted from Obanai's inability to find Kaburamaru. someone (probably Tengen) makes the mistake of pulling the serpent away from the tiny baby out of fear that Kaburamaru might accidentally hurt him, and when Obanai lost sight of his familiar, he began to quietly weep

nobody noticed his cries at first, but Mitsuri quickly picked up on how curled up the baby was, and how his little body shook in distress. she quickly scooped him up and showered him in affection, not even questioning Obanai's change in mental state

as she fawned over him, the others reunited Kaburamaru with Obanai, and the two clung to each other the whole night

everyone quickly found out Obanai would involuntarily go Baby Mode for several reasons. mainly losing sight of Kaburamaru or when everyone tries to get him fed

Obanai is extremely sensitive and weepy, and the only thing that really cheers him up is words of reassurance combined with snuggles. Giyuu and Sanemi find this pretty ironic. usually Sanemi will just pat the smaller baby's head, but Giyuu will actively crawl over and hug him in an effort to help

when he has trouble eating, Sanemi and Giyuu sympathize with him, since this is a habit Big Obanai has as well. those two can actually eat fruits and mushed up baby food, but Obanai still needs to be bottle-fed (at least in the beginning). to help, the two will also drink from a bottle to show him it's okay

when they are no longer in Baby Mode, Sanemi yells that Obanai owes him. Obanai feels both insulted and shocked

he will also go Baby Mode while being taken care of Mitsuri and Rengoku. its hard not to when they're so genuine and loving

[xxlady-lunaxx]

I don't want to | {ShinoGiyuu}

Theme: Fluffy angst?

Note: Prompt—"I can't fall in love with you. I don't want all the pain that comes with it." I love angst prompts- This one fit Giyuu well sooo

Manga spoilers kinda 🤩

and i think yk what that means~

Giyuu was in love. For the first time in so many years. And he couldn't seem to get himself out of this stupid thing. Whenever he saw her, his eyes would light up and butterflies lit up his chest, beating his heart faster than it should be. He tried suppressing it, tried everything.

He tried writing out everything annoying about her, everything he hated, but he kept drawing blank after writing the first word, not knowing anything about her that was negative or bad. 

He tried ignoring her but he found himself constantly wandering back to her, gazing at butterflies because they reminded him of her.

He tried convincing himself that love was a waste of time, it wouldn't help. He made himself think about everything that could go wrong but his mind wandered back to the fact that he loved her—he loved her too much to care.

It was hard.

He wanted her. Too much. 

But he couldn't have her. He didn't want... to endanger her. He didn't want anything bad to happen to her.

So all he could do was try—try—to not gain her love back. He wanted it so badly but he couldn't bring himself to do it. If he couldn't fall out of love, might as well make sure she didn't love him.

So he ignored her. Acted cold, uncaring. Even went out of his way to talk to every other Hashira except her. Even Sanemi. 

But... she kept coming back. She was persistent. 

Her smile was curious and asking, wondering why he wouldn't talk to her. She would ask him questions, pester her day after day, not caring that he wouldn't talk back to her. Because he never told her to leave. Even if he acted like this, he'd never once told her to leave. 

He didn't want to. He couldn't make himself shout at her, or say anything mean. So he stayed quiet.

And yet she persisted. She didn't stop. Never did.

He loved that about her. He wished he didn't.

And one day... one day, she told him something. Something that made him freeze up, his mind drawing blank, scared. No, not scared. But his heart raced and his face flushed and he turned to look at her, actually, physically acknowledge her. 

"What?" 

She smiled. "I like you." She said it so simply but to his ears it was a melody, a song. She spoke like an angel, her smile and her eyes and her... everything. It was angelic.

He didn't know what to say. He stared at her for a long time, trying to think of something. 

But then she turned, humming to herself, and skipped off. She didn't seem disappointed by his lack of response. 

Perhaps his appearence had been obvious that he repricated her feelings.

And he was left there, by himself, staring in wonder at the girl he loved so dearly. The one who had just told him that she loved him.

He found himself falling deeper in love.

When she spoke to him, he would give her a slight smile or a nod. Would respond to her questions with a short assent or a shake of the head. He wanted her to be happy. He didn't want her to think he liked her, though she probably guessed. So he didn't speak. He only... acknowledged her. 

Which seemed to be enough for her for she began talking a lot more, eating lunch with him when she could and taking her time to give him things, small gifts.

He began giving some back, feeling almost guilty if he didn't.

They wrote letters. 

He kept his short and careful, not wanting her to think anything of them. Hoping she wouldn't mind if he didn't write anything so elaborate or exciting as her own. 

It was something he began looking forward to. 

She noticed. 

She asked him, one day, something. Something that made him freeze so similarly to that one day but in a way that wasn't quite so wonderful. 

"Do you like me?"

He couldn't say yes. He couldn't nod. If he did, she was bound to die. Everyone he got close to died. Because of him. He was always so incapable of helping. Saving.

Somehow, he saved people's lives. Everyone's lives except the people that mattered most to him.

He just stared at her. And for a long moment, he didn't know what to do. 

She looked confused, not able to read his expression.

And then she left.

She looked disappointed. Her posture wasn't the lively one it had been the other day.

It was almost sad, confused.

She stopped seeing him as much.

She began eating with him less and less. Her gifts were less thought out and she just handed them to him with a short, "Hello" and then a "goodbye."

Her letters drew shorter and shorter until they were only a few sentences. 

He didn't know what to do. He'd fucked up somehow and he didn't know what the hell he had to do.

He tried talking to her more.

His letters were filled with apologies, his gifts were flowers and chocolates suddenly, little notes of 'I'm so sorry,' again and again and again. 

When he got hurt, Aoi was put to the task of helping him.

She never did it anymore. Her previous smiles and laughter and talk weren't given to him anymore. He would try to offer them back to her but his attempts probably seemed pitiful compared to how wonderful she'd been. She still was. But not to him anymore.

He would catch her smiling as she spoke to someone else. But as soon as her eyes landed on him, her whole expression seemed to melt away. She would suddenly look weary, tired. As if she didn't know what to do.

He felt like as she always looked around him too. 

And then something happened.

Something that made him realize that he should've told her. Should've explained everything.

He stood above her grave.

It was raining; fitting to his mood. At least it hid his tears. 

He stared at the stone with her name etched in it, looking stupid and horrible compared to her lovely smiles, her beautiful looks.

But they were all gone. All of what was left of them were in his memories, replayed over and over, each day getting dimmer and dimmer with age.

He placed the flowers he'd brought down. Wisteria. Purple like her eyes. Representing the flowers she'd constantly use when she'd been alive.

And then roses. Red like the love he'd felt for her, red like the danger that flashed before her a moment before her death. Representing the flowers he'd given to her as he'd tried to get her to talk to him again.

He stared at the plants. They were dead too. He'd cut them off of their original bushes and now they were dead. Because of him.

He sank to a crouch in front of her gravestone, his eyes fluttering close. 

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, the words he'd spoken and written and begged of her to understand for weeks before her death. "I'm so sorry, Shinobu."

{Word count: 1193}

Anyone notice how I didn't use their names at all except in the very first word and very last?<3 

If you did then wow bc I was half way through writing this when I realized I'd not used either of their names throughout most of it-

I loved writing this :0

dk why LMFAO

i rarely write ShinoGiyuu so

[takeachillpillshawty]

I don't know how to start this off but I was scrolling through Pinterest and saw this cool edit of Norton from IDV with his skin slightly tanner than his actual sprite and a person in the comments is like 'white washing bad 😠, black washing good😜' in a sarcastic way you know. I want to put my two sense in and lay this argument to rest.

Is Black washing as bad as White washing and my answer is

*drum roll for effect*

No it's not. I want you guys to realize that White washing is a real thing that's affecting our world history and people debating whether Jesus is white or middle eastern or is Yasuke was a real person. And 'black washing' is just some Poc editing their favorite anime as black, Hispanic, Indian to have a closer connection to them.

At the end of the day, we know Naruto isn't black, that Shinobu isn't black, that Midoriya isn't black. IT'S .JUST . EDITS. "b..but you're erasing their culture." Just because someone drew Sanemi with a durag doesn't mean he's officially black. At the end of the day, it's just an edit. We know the characters don't look like that! And not everyone in the world is a white dude \ chick, most cosplayers I see are either mixed or pocs. Some artists take it in their own hands to draw anime characters as their own race because what other characters do we have?

Not all black girls wanna be Canary from hxh and not all dudes wanna be killer bee. "but...but it's hard to draw black features in anime art styles...". THE FUCKING BOONDOCKS EXIST, there are modern day anime that are including black people and other people of color because they exist.

The reason why white washing is a big fucking problem is because it's actually harmful and make you realize that some people just hate non white people. Tell me why I found out picnics were linked with the lynching of black people, Tell me why if found out George Washington's dentures were made with the teeth of slaves? Tell me why people are still arguing that Jesus is white despite him being middle eastern, tell me why history books paint people who erased or genocided different ethnicities and cultures as founders and never their victims, tell me why hollywood would rather cast a white actors for a roll that was specifically made for a person of color? History has been white washed and spoon fed to us by the colonizers, and you're pissing yourself because someone drew your waifu as a hot latina baddie?

And when people of color make their own stories, movies, games and series about their race and culture everyone call it 'woke' and rather regurgitate the same story over and over again with no spice or creativity. Before anyone brings up Velma, that show was bad even if the cast were still white, the writing was terrible and couldn't be creative to save their life.

So conclusion, White washing is bad because it affects history and actually erases cultures and ethnicities that existed and were are doom to make the same mistakes if we don't learn from them, While black washing is just someone making an edit of Sebek as a black man with a durag.

[hhighkey]

Tanjiro + 2 surprise characters of your choice crush headcanons?

AN// yes!! wasn’t sure if you only wanted demon slayer characters but always feel free to request again :)

Demon Slayer Headcanons

THEY HAVE A CRUSH

With Tanjiro, Rengoku, Sanemi

Kamado Tanjiro

total sweetie to you

definitely always nervous around you - literally sweating bullets you’re concerned

inosuke will literally be yelling at him in the back ground to make a move

he bring you flowers

totally makes cute bracelets for you

braids your hair

combs your hair

type to draw fake tattoos on you as him marking you

if you’re not a slayer definitely teaches you self defense- it’s fun to watch you attempt to use a sword

if you are one, definitely wants to train with you

him having a crush on you means lots of hugs - literally whenever he sees you or has to leave

will try to sneakily put an arm around you in any situation he’s not good at being sneaky

likes it when you hold onto his arm

always walks on the outside

pats your head

i feel like he gets jealous easily

not necessarily the best at sorting through those emotions so he may lash out or ignore you if he’s jealous

he’s an emotional, strong headed boy who will do anything for those he loves, and you’re no exception

will absolutely move mountains for you

needs lots of words of affirmation

just wants you to smile

and boy takes forever to ask you out so you may have to take the reigns there

he just needs a little nudge

Rengoku Kyojuro

your biggest supporter!!

doesn’t matter if you’re a civilian or a slayer he’s got your back

he’ll legit just show up at your place with flowers asking you on a date

his smile will never falter around you

listens to every word that escapes your mouth like it’s his gospel

you will never doubt what his plans are as he courts you

you’re basically all he thinks about when you’re together and apart

thinks about outfits he can buy you, food to bring you, date ideas

absolutely obsessed with you, your happiness and safety

and you’re all he talks about

everyone’s getting annoyed regardless of if they know you already or not

tengen has been trying to convince him to ask you out already for weeks and he’s losing his mind

both of you are well aware of your crushes on each other but both are slow asf on making moves

you would die of embarrassment if he turned you down so you’re not risking it even if he’s constantly taking you places

and rengoku is scared

every day he falls for you more and more

but that’s more attachment and worry

what if you get sick like his mom?

what if his family situation makes you run away?

he has you meet his brother and dad before going any further

it doesn’t go great but also not terrible … so no complaints really

he’s actually happy when he sees you and senjuro interact

he’s a gentlemen through and through so it’s a slow process with him i firmly believe he has a lot more going on emotionally than the show shows so like huge walls that need to be broken down there

but finally as you’re sitting out on the engawa at your place watching the stars, he gets on his knees in front of you so you’re eye level

his normal confidence has turned into nerves

“i hope you’ll hear me out as i confess to you!”

duh

his lips are so warm

his body is so big and warm

he feels so perfect

and you’re so tiny in his grasp and he makes you his ah

y’all break apart, breathing hard as he’d kissed you with all his might

he’s grinning as he kisses your forehead

“i’ll love you forever,”

Shinazugawa Sanemi

i think sanemi would be confused by his feelings

why is his chest tight?

why does his heart race when you’re around?

why does he always look for you whenever he’s back from a job?

oh no

he refuses. no he will not allow himself to even indulge in the thoughts of you

he’s gotta make himself hate you now

that’s his solution to this

so he’s a total bitch to you

just will say hurtful things he knows will get to you because he knows you so well

but at first you think you can see right through this act

but you’re tired of his abrasiveness after weeks of him being different with you

so you just decide to give up which shinobu supports fully

he immediately notices your lack of presence, how you avoid him, hell you won’t even look at him anymore when you’re in the same room

he’s confused and sad

idiot

so he storms up to your estate one day, banging away on your door

you’d been napping and so confused about what all the noise was

a wild eyes sanemi is there as you open your door, immediately pushing his way in

“where the fuck have you been?” he yells

“what?”

“you won’t even look at me!”

“you’re mean to me,,, why would i?”

“no i’m not i love you-“

oh shit

both you just stare at each other in shock by his words

“you’re a jerk you know that, you can’t be mean to someone just because you like them!” this makes you cry

you’ve been on a roller coaster because of him and all because he was being a pussy about his feelings

straight up doesn’t know what to do when you start crying

when he tries to hug you, you push him away

so he tries again and this time you can’t escape from his strong arms

“i’m sorry, let me make it up to you,”

he’s gonna have to do a lot of shit for you to forgive him - whoops

[jackrrabbit]

Bloodlust /// Sanemi x f!Reader (18+)

Summary: A naive demon is waylaid by the Wind Hashira.

A/N: Might fuck around and get back into KNY…Sanemi is one mean bastard, and I’m here for it. Be warned—this is pretty brutal (not by canon standards, but still). ngl I’ve missed writing stuff like this 🥺

Tags/warnings: sadomasochism, noncon, hatefucking!!!! is def the best way to describe what happens in this fic, threats, violence, demon reader & demon things, primal, degradation, outdoor sex, bloodplay & marechi kink stuff, yandere? obsessive fixation ig, some creative liberties have been taken with canon

You’d almost forgotten what it feels like to be weak.

Strength came with the territory when you were turned into a demon, along with the hunger: all-encompassing, oppressive, like you’re starving every second you’re not eating. Apparently you’re better able to control your hunger than other demons, not that you’ve met many—none, actually, other than the one who turned you. He was the one who told you to exercise control, who told you that you’ve done well to stealthily pick off prey that wouldn’t be missed instead of attracting attention. He was the one who told you about demon slayers.

You almost laughed at the idea at the time. A group of humans who tried to resist demons? Tried to kill them? How? Every human you’ve encountered since you were turned—hunters, mostly, men who’d wandered into the woods looking for something to eat—has been pathetically weak against you. Life as a demon is simple. As long as you stay in the shadows and avoid the sun, you have nothing to fear.

Sometimes you daydream about making your way to a village and gorging yourself, but you don’t mind the hunger so much. You can get by on scraps. And besides, the demon who turned you warned you not to go overboard. He said to stay away from the humans’ notice—not that the threat of some human calling themselves a “demon slayer” bothered you. You know how strong you are; you can feel it in your blood, your muscles, your bones. You don’t understand how a flesh-and-blood human could threaten that.

You don’t understand…until you meet him. The Wind Hashira. You should’ve listened to the warnings about demon slayers.

Bitter.

It tastes bitter, and you try to ground yourself on that taste, the sharp, bitter-wet flavor of the grass and dew and earth because the slayer is shoving your face into the dirt and the copper from where you’re biting into your lip and holding back the sound of your voice. Not that he cares, probably. But you don’t think you could take hearing yourself moan for a human while he carves the shape of his cock into your pussy.

How did you…get here? Facedown, barely holding yourself up on your elbows, chest and stomach shoved into the grass with your back arched up and your kimono ridden above your hips… Fuck, you can barely remember the fight, his ability, him wrestling you into the earth and shoving his weight down on you and bringing his blade to his own arm and—

—his blood, so rich and thick and sweet that even recalling the smell of it sends a wave of heat through you and you whine under your breath. The hunger overtakes everything else you’re feeling, but only for a second before with a twitch of his hand the Hashira brings the edge of his sword to the tender skin of your throat. “Ah-ah,” he rasps out a laugh even though his voice is heavy and strained. “What was that? Are you starting to like it?”

“K-Kill you, I’ll—kill you,” you snarl, but you and him both know the threat is empty. You tried. And you failed.

“Fucking demon whore,” he spits, and the blade slips just enough to draw a hair-thin line of red across your neck, earning a yelp from you even though you don’t dare move any more for fear of letting it cut you deeper. When you go still, he grunts and you can hear him shifting position in the grass, angling your hips up so his cock can sink in again. “Asking for it…fuck…”

“I wasn’t—nngh—ah, ahhh, s-stop—you can’t—” Your words are coming out in babbles, barely intelligible but it’s his fault. He’s pushing up at your womb, pulling out in short, quick thrusts and slamming his cock back into your cunt so hard and rough it’s like he’s knocking the breath out of your lungs. It hurts, ithurtsithurtsithurts, an ache deep in your core and accompanied with a heat and tension that you hate even more than you hate the pain, because it means he’s right. You—no, your body, your traitorous pathetic weak body that submitted to his so easily—it’s starting to like this.

“How’s it feel?” He’s mocking you, fisting his fingers in your hair and wrenching your head back so he can look you in the eye. “Does it hurt?…it hurts, right? Good.”

“—i-it doesn’t—“ You don’t even believe it yourself.

“Yes…it does. Guess even a demon bitch like you can’t take me that easily.” Somehow the slayer’s hips keep pumping deeper, pushing his fat cock through your walls and against the entrance to your womb until you’re certain your unnatural healing can’t keep up with the bruising in your cunt. Your fingers are scrabbling in the grass, digging clawed nails into the earth—the little nick on your throat has already knitted itself back up, but the tension in your pussy is a dozen—a hundred—times worse.

“—stop, let me go—“ Debased. Lower than an animal. You’d be begging if you thought he would listen.

“‘Stop’? How are you going to...ungh, make me stop? Want to try to fight me off again?” He pulls out (you hate the way your cunt feels when he does, hot and slick and empty) and his grip on the sword slackens, easing up enough to give you a scanty inch of movement. “Go ahead, give it a try.”

The slayer’s taunting you—just like you taunted him at the start of this, when you first challenged him, when you thought he was a human—and, and somehow he is, still human and yet just as much a monster as you are. More. You’ve been cruel, you’ve done evil things, but you did them to survive. Fuck, you shouldn’t—shouldn’t have taunted him, shouldn’t have boasted, should’ve stayed hidden in the dark. You didn’t know. He wasn’t supposed to be this strong.

Your muscles are shaking from exertion as you brace your hands against the ground, trying to push up against the weight of his body so you can right yourself, but it’s futile. Within a second (less than a second) of your attempt to move, one of his scarred hands slaps over your wrist and crushes it back into the dirt, grip so tight you swear you can almost feel your bones grinding underneath. You snarl, try to twist yourself away from him but the hilt of his sword slams down flat against your other hand so hard you feel a dull pang of surprise that nothing actually breaks.

“So weak…try that again and I’ll use the sharp end.” His chest is moving back on top of yours, and you recognize the silent rhythm of the movement.

He’s laughing at you.

Weak. You know it’s true. You thought you were so strong, but compared to this Hashira you’re nothing. Pure unadulterated defeat is written in every cell of your body, and whatever animal instinct you have left from your human life is telling you to roll over and accept that he’s the predator, and you’re nothing more than prey. But the mockery, the ease with which he holds you down, the goddamn fucking laughter sparks a fresh wave of hatred and you thrash and squirm underneath his body. “You’re dead, you—I’ll kill you, I’ll tear you apart, they’ll be picking bits of you out of this forest for weeks—“

The red haze over your vision is so heavy that you barely notice the blade tilting into position—not over your skin, but against his. You only register what he’s doing when the glint of sunlight on the blade reflects brilliant white, and you catch a scarlet line of blood beading against it. You pull back, eyes going wide, trying not to inhale but your lungs betray you and,

oh ohhh fuck it smells good smells so good you want it you want it so fucking bad you’re going to die if you can’t taste it you need it you need it you NEED IT.

Your muscles go slack. You’re salivating already, dizzy from hunger, so intensely focused on the smell of his blood that you can’t help your compliance as he pulls your hips up into place and slips his cock back into your pussy. Only when it starts to hurt again—a dull soreness now, because he’s slowed his pace to push his thick shaft into you inch by inch—do you feel that same prickle of hatred and disgust, but who cares who cares that you’re getting fucked because the smell of his blood is driving you out of your mind with need.

You no longer have the self-control to hold back your voice, and when the slayer hears the pathetic little mewl dripping out of your mouth from the sensation of him filling you up, he laughs again. But this time you don’t care, you just want him, want his body, his blood. Your jaw snaps open and shut on instinct and you whine, pleading, because you’re past the point of believing that you can beat him.

“You like that? Want to taste?” His voice is softer now, but the vein of mockery still runs clear through every syllable.

Your head jerks up and down desperately and then he draws his hips back and slaps his cock between your aching walls, pushing a huffed “uhhn!” out of your lips—but you don’t pull away. You can tolerate this, if it means getting to taste that blood dripping down his fingers, over the sword grip still held in his palm, just to be wasted on the grass. Out of your reach.

“So docile now…think I could get used to this,” the slayer sighs, adjusting the position of his thighs so he can thrust into you lazily and deeply. “F-Fuck, you’re—tight, you know that? All hot and sticky inside…”

“—let me have it, need it I need it, why—“ Your head is spinning, feels like you’re…what? The intoxication is hitting some note deep in the recesses of your memory, a past life you aren’t supposed to be able to recall. Bitter taste on your tongue, liquid pouring, fuzzy edges bordering your vision. Drunkenness.

“Little demon bitch,” he growls, tapping the blade lightly against your neck when you snap your teeth at him again. “Said you were going to kill me, yeah? But now you’re moaning like a whore…”

You try to muster a denial, but you can’t.

The slayer’s other hand twists underneath the two of you to press up on your lower belly, pushing into the place where his cock is nudging up against your womb. You keen at the pressure, the slow friction against that little patch in your cunt that makes you slicker every time his cockhead passes over it. “Feel how deep I am in your cunt…? I can—feel your pulse on my cock, fuck.”

You can feel it too, your heartbeat echoed in the twitches of your pussy around his skin, quick and fluttering from the drunken stupor his blood has forced you into. Every sense is heightened, and the weight of his hand pushing up on your belly just makes it worse…or better. You’re not sure.

He swallows, and with his body on top of yours you can feel his heavy breathing puffing out over the bared skin of your neck. “Can demons even cum? If you can get wet, then you can cum too, right? I bet I can…bet I can make you cum, you fucking whore. Wouldn’t that be nice…get you creaming on my cock, make you my little fuckpet…”

His hand slips down from your belly to rub roughly at your cunt, pushing into your skin to seek out the little button at the top—and the feeling of his hands on you like this, the sharp jolt of pleasure somehow sends a splinter of clarity through your delirium. “No,” you wail, hearing how wanton you sound and hating it. “I can’t I can’t, please, please don’t make me—“

“Quiet.” His thick forearm wraps around your neck, tightening against your windpipe and cutting off your voice. “Learn your place, demon—the only reason you’re alive is because you’re a nice wet hole for me to use. So when I tell you to cum—“

His pace picks up, hips knocking yours deeper, splitting you apart while he swirls his fingers around that sweet spot—and then the smell of copper gets thicker and he’s pushing his bloody hand against your mouth—

“—you cum.”

You’re not sure whether it’s your cunt or the taste of his blood smearing over your lips that does it, but as soon as he says the word you shatter like glass. The heat is brutal horrible delicious and so overwhelming you’re surprised you’re conscious through it—every hair is standing up on end and your body pulls tight like a bowstring, arching your backside into his hips so you can feel every inch of your cunt sucking around him.

It’s bliss—sickeningly sweet, burning like fire through you—without thinking, you eagerly lick the scarlet liquid off his hand and fuck somehow, somehow, it tastes even better than it smelled—feels like you could live off just the blood in your mouth but you want more, you’d die for it, you’d do anything, and your teeth are bared ready to puncture his skin deeper when—

Cold steel slides up under your jaw, almost nicking one of the veins pumping blood up to your hazy brain. “Keep—ahh, yesss…d-damn it—keep still,” the slayer rasps. “No teeth.”

He’s not finished.

Every muscle in your body aches for you to ignore him, but the knowledge of how easily he could separate your head from your body makes you obey, dragging your tongue over his still-bleeding cut instead of biting down. You can hear the noises of damp skin against skin issuing out from where your bodies meet, but you’re not sure whether it’s from you lapping at his fingers or his cock pressing in and out of your sopping-wet cunt. Probably both. Not that it matters.

The slayer’s head lowers—you know it by the angle of his cock inside your twitching pussy and the faint tickle of his hair brushing against the skin of your neck—and then you feel his teeth sinking into the side of your throat. They’re blunt, of course, as harmless as any human’s, but the primal dominance of the action sends a shudder through you.

“Not bad…looks like demons are good for something after all. I think I might just keep you,” the slayer laughs. His voice is too close—you want to flinch back, spit at him, bite—but you can’t. You’re helpless.

You’re weak.

[silverynight]

Ooooh wait. ok. so obviously lots of people have crushes on the hashira bc they’re hot and powerful and rich. And it’s frustrating that they all clearly only have eyes for tanjiro. One or two would make sense, but all of them? That’s just unfair. A couple of demon slayers are talking about this at butterfly mansion, venting a bit, and they don’t realize that tanjiro—who didnt mean to eavesdrop, he just smelled that someone was upset and then overheard some of what they were saying on accident after going to check in on them—can hear them as they’re saying “he’s not even that pretty! I mean, you’ve seen his scar—the hashira could have anyone they wanted, why would they choose him? They can do so much better. Who would have thought they had such poor taste.” And, well, it’s not that tanjiro had thought himself to be all that great or attractive—he’d heard comments about his scar all through growing up, and it was always nezuko who was getting the compliments—but it still stung to hear. Especially because they were right (in his mind, anyway)—the hashira deserved better than him. Someone prettier, stronger, more clever. And tanjiro had quietly been nursing crushes—maybe more, but it’s not like he’d been in love before—for all the hashira, but upon overhearing what he assumes others think of him, he tries harder than ever to pack his feelings away. Maybe he had suspected that the hashira liked him—he was oblivious, not stupid; he noticed that they spent more time with him, at the very least, and could at least hope some implications of that—but now he was working harder than ever to ignore it. And basically the hashira are somewhat upset because they thought they’d been making progress with tanjiro, had been finally getting close to an actual relationship, but now he’s drawing away. He’s still kind and enthusiastic, but when his eyes lock with tomioka, where he used to take his time getting lost in those blue depths, he now tore his gaze away and continued talking as if nothing happened. When rengoku pulled him in for a hug, tanjiro didn’t melt into his touch, nuzzle his face against rengoku’s neck anymore. He didn’t find excuses to touch uzui’s biceps anymore, didn’t offer muichiro his lap as a pillow when he was napping, didn’t shyly tuck mitsuri’s stray hairs behind her ears or give Obanai heartfelt compliments when no one else could hear, didn’t snuggle up against gyomei’s chest or wipe ohagi remnants off of sanemi’s face with a giggle, didn’t bring shinobu flowers he picked off on missions because they reminded him of her. The hashira are distraught. And finally they confront him about it, thinking they might have done something wrong, afraid that he didn’t want them anymore—their fear finally led them to be upfront with their intentions, because if they weren’t they could lose tanjiro. And tanjiro just. Blinks. Feels his heart break. Is like “I can’t—you all deserve so much better. I’m not special like you think I am.” And the hashira are like !!!!!!! and work very hard to express to him how much they love and adore him and how wonderful and special he is to them. In conclusion. Someone tell tanjiro hes a sunshine boy

I'm sure they would work hard just to show him how much he means to all of them.

They would not rest until he knows... Because they would be so terrified of losing him, especially after realizing that Tanjirou likes them too.

Also, they would start wondering why or how Tanjirou got such an idea that he was not enough...

But I personally like to think that the first one to realize what's going on would be Sanemi and he would immediately be like.

"Tell me who was it, Tanjirou," already growling, ready to murder whomever made Tanjirou sad.

[demonslayedher]

Any Kny character you've grown to love/appreciate more??

Thanks for waiting, Anon, I have been trying to really, really hard to narrow this down, but the answer remains: the vast majority of the cast. The only character I loved right away was Tanjiro and that love kept me watching, as with almost every new character I was like, "ugh, I hate this guy. Here I was, having fun being emotionally invested in a high quality anime, and this might ruin it for me." But then the instant I see a different side of their character, I'm like, "...Oh." To go into some examples...

Zenitsu: I could not stand him right away, I hate womanizers, and his conniptions would go on so long that they held up the story. But Gotouge/Ufotable strung me along perfectly, the first glimpse of Thunder Breath made me immediately pay attention and think, "oh, that was cool. I want to see more of that." Seeing him protect the box pretty firmly put him in the "I need to protect this child" box in my heart. And then the spider demon happens, and I'm sending desperate reaction messages to a friend like "NOOOOOO!!!! BABBBBBBBBBYYYYYYYY!!!!" And then he annoyed me all over again at the start of Functional Recovery, ahaha. It's hard to remember how annoyed I was because I'm such a Zen Stan now, and he was a very firm favorite of mine by the time I finished binging the anime up to the last couple episodes, which I waited for as they came out. Inosuke: He was one of the reasons I was curious about the series, I saw some promotional art and was super curious about Nezuko's muzzle (I was one of the people who thought it was some ancient scroll or something, haha) and the kid with the boar mask. The art I saw showed his face, and I assumed he'd be some kid with a cracking voice performed by a female seiyuu. As much as I love Matsuoka's performance now, initially, since I knew what his face looked like, I found it grossly off-putting the moment I heard it. Then every chaotic thing Inosuke did dug a deeper hole; I very quickly decided I hated him, especially when he started beating up on the kid I was starting to like. As his chaos subsided he just became a character I tolerated, and then this happened:

Images you can hear, am I right? This immediately flipped the "BABY" switch in my heart. It was also a lot of fun to understand the Inosuke memes I was seeing everywhere. So by the end of the anime, I loved, loved, loved, loved the Tanjiro/Zenitsu/Inosuke interactions and desperately wanted more (still didn't like how Zenitsu bothered Nezuko, though). I was so impatient for more, but the manga art looked disappointingly off-putting. I figured the anime was successful enough that there'd eventually be more of it, and I wanted to be patient, but then I poked around, read some spoilers, got back into Tumblr to look at fanart and memes, saw a spoiler image of Tanjiro affected by Muzan's poison and the binge-read began. (That's kind of a lie, but I'll get to that.) Let's back up a few episodes. There I was, having a great time, the guy who I forgot about from Episode 1 was back and haha, I guess everyone hates him, and the chick who I figured was going to be a medic who saves Zenitsu in the nick of time turned out to be savage, awesome. I was sending reactions to my friends who were ahead of me, and then we left off seeing the Pillars staring down Best Boy. And I...

Well. Uh. Here, I've dug up an old convo for you, my comments are in blue.

Immediately followed by a passionate vocal rant, which I have transcribed here:

“I feel like what happened was that the mangaka was sitting around with his assistants and was like, ‘welp, gotta make this whole cast of characters, they gotta be so-o-o-o many more levels of extreme than all the other characters I’ve had so far, which isn’t hard, because all of the background characters are cannon fodder and I’ve just gotta leave them all with black hair and no personality traits. So! Gotta go to the opposite of the spectrum with the BIG! POWERFUL! People so no-o-o-body can be normal.’ And so he and his assistants sat down, and they all wrote down just random words or traits, and them put ‘em all in a hat. And then for each character, they pulled out a few of them and said, ‘OK. We’re gonna put these things together, now we have a character.’ And he was probably also like, ‘Iiiiiiiiiiiii’ll flesh them out later. For now, they just need t’… be there, and make an impact. How do we make an impact? By making sure it’s super, super clear what their character traits are. Here, we’ll have this guy repeat the word //HADE//…. ////HA DEEE//// over and over and over… to show that he’s a /showy/ person. Because he /cares/ about that. And he //should// care because that is his character and that’s why he’s powerful.’ OH MY GOSH, it’s so dumb.”

......orz I feel like Genya looking back at how he acted at the end of the Final Selection. I'm sorry, Gotouge, I had not even encountered your love for these characters yet in your little alligator form. Nor had I encountered the yet unseen-sides of these traumatized dragons and tigers. ...*coughs* Um. So. I was pretty harsh.

So this was my mindset, I went into the manga not caring about most of these characters and just wanting more Kamaboko squad interactions and wanting to hurry up and catch up to the battle with Muzan. And it's worth stating that I didn't mean to read it at first. I encountered a few spoilers, and just wanted to look for the context surrounding those parts, and then hunt for the (non-existent) build-up to those parts, and so... uh.........

I read a lot of the manga out of order, and yeah, that did affect how much I cared about what was going on. I didn't actually properly process a lot of it until later re-reads. But to try to state some things simply about each Pillar:

Giyuu: He was just 'ok' to me for a long time, I could see the appeal for why people I knew were fangirling over him but he didn't do it for me. His soft spot for Tanjiro was indeed endearing, though, and I firmly liked him by the time chapter 200 came out and I was properly heartbroken on his behalf.

Shinobu: She was intriguing, and then I liked her as soon as I saw her savage side, she was one of the characters I went hunting for spoilers for.

Rengoku: That stare really put me off at first, but I fell for him over the process of Tanjiro falling for him. When I first finished the train arc I sat back and said, "wow! That's going to make for a good movie!" and then in psyching myself out for the movie several months in advance, I fell hook, line, and sinker and was totally excited for him each time I saw the trailers. And then the movie was *stunning* and I love him even more. Uzui: He was the Pillar I hated most upon first meeting them. I blame the repeated use of his catchphrase. But then when he let his hair down to sell the kiddos the change in design helped warm me up more to him, like, "oh, there was a human in there." It took a long time for him to become more interesting to me, and an uncharacteristically subtle journey to becoming a character I liked. I am currently getting more and more psyched out for him and eager to see how much more I'm going to like him with the shiny Ufotable treatment. Mitsuri: At first I didn't remember her name, I had code-named her as "Boobs." But I kinda had a feeling she was going to grow on me quickly, and I was right, she's one of my easy favorites now. Muichiro: Who? Oh yeah, that kid who always kinda fell to the wayside in my attention. I'd see a lot of Muichiro-themed blogs and hear a lot of little girls looking at merch and showing a clear favoritism of him, and I'd like always react like Muichiro and just be like, "...", and then when I read his major battles I was more emotionally invested in things going on concurrently with other characters, and I was still like, "...", and then two days ago I revisited a Muichiro scene and was suddenly like, "......OH!!! MUICHIRO!!!!!" Himejima: I never really hated Himejima, even if I found his first impression kind of wimpy (haha... oh, I was so wrong). I had a pretty easy acceptance of him too, so I would generally count him among characters I like, but if you were to ask me why, I'd draw a blank. It's kind of a weirdly mature, subdued appreciation for him rather than passionate fangirling. But weirdly when I was daydreaming the other day I found myself thinking, "if I had to marry someone in the KnY cast, it would be Himejima." So like, not a fiery romance, but I see him as my dependable, sturdy rock to grow old with??? What is up with you, sub-conscious?? Iguro: My interest in him rises and falls. Being a Mitsuri fan helped warm me up to his character in the first place, which was the emotional tie I needed since his backstory didn't grip me much (I found it a frustrating distraction while I was desperately reading weekly updates). Reading more subtle details about his character in the fanbooks has brought me around and made me more curious about him, like I'd really like to be a fly on the wall for the conversation he had with Uzui one day about their pasts.

Sanemi: Hahaha, wow. He was so unlikable in the beginning, wasn't he? His character design (yeah, the eyes) was really off-putting too. But then I got to know him and there was no going back, I got totally played. He's a character I'm pretty fond of now and one of the characters I've enjoyed delving into most in fanfic. To keep this answer from getting too long, for the vaaaaaast majority of the cast, I was initially like, "meh" or "OK" or "ew" but now am like, "EEEEEEEEE, I LOVE THIS TOTALLY RANDOM UNIMPORTANT SIDE CHARACTERRRRRRR" so you know... times change. And the more time I spend obsessed with Kimetsu no Yaiba, the more I like them all, so even the characters I'm lukewarm on will probably have their eventual days when they take over my heart and smash it.

[tothemeadow]

Scenario where the pillars have to deal with the reader who got hit with a demon blood art that turns them into a mouse for 24 hours? This just popped in my head idk why 😂

I deadass did the Zach Galifianakis meme laugh when I read this-

‘pipsqueak’ / Pillars x Reader

warnings: none

words: 1,294

-

Move, move, MOVE!

The tree behind you suffers from a great blast, its bark blowing off the trunk in a thousand little pieces. Thankfully, you manage to dodge the attack, rolling on your shoulder and quickly drawing yourself to a stand.

The demon before you isn’t even one of the Twelve Upper Moons, but it’s proving itself to be a real annoyance. You’re a pillar, for gods’ sake. Taking this thing down shouldn’t be a challenge. Glancing to the side, you see Mitsuri take an offensive stance. If you can continue to distract this hellish creature, she should be able to take its head off with a single strike.

This should be easy.

“You pesky brats!” the demon roars, its voice raspy, its words dripping venom. Its four arms flex in irritation. “I shall slit your throats and suck you dry!”

“You have to get us first,” you retort, blade raised in a defensive stance. “It’s too bad you keep missing us.”

There. Mitsuri’s sneaking closer!

You continue on with your taunt. “It must suck, you know, having to take on two pillars at once. I feel bad for you, I really do.”

A nasty growl erupts from the back of the demon’s throat. He shifts his weight, arms rising, but your warrior eyes know the movements all too well. The demon’s preparing another attack. “Blood Demon Art: Rodent’s Blood!” With that, he brings all four hands together in a booming clap.

You attempt to get out of the way, but a gush of wind knocks you backwards and you crash against a tree. As your vision fades to nothing, you hear Mitsuri screaming out your name in rage.

-

You awake with a start.

A searing headache tears at your skull, causes your ears to ring. How hard had you been hit? What even happened?

However, you can’t see a single thing. Wherever you are, your vision is entirely cut off by some type of fabric. Actually, now that you’re becoming more conscious, you notice that your whole body is covered by it. There’s a pleasant, flowery scent enveloping you, so you can’t complain too much, but it’s confusing you. Where is this exactly?

And are you… moving?

“Oh, gods, I’m so sorry I’m late!” Mitsuri’s voice suddenly sounds. Your ears perk up at the sound of her muffled voice. At least she’s okay! “The meeting didn’t start yet, did it?”

A grunt is Mitsuri’s only response. And, judging by the mere sound of it, you know for a fact that it belongs to Sanemi.

“You’re fine,” Shinobu says. “But have you seen (y/n)? Oyakata-sama is going to be here any moment and they haven’t shown up yet.”

Of course you’re here. Hasn’t anyone seen your body covered in the strange fabric? Opening your mouth, you announce your presence, but only a feeble squeak comes out. What the hell was that?

Again, you try to speak, but only the same small noise comes out. Okay, okay, now’s not the time to panic, you have to think about this-

Your heart nearly bursts from your chest when you feel something poking through the fabric. The squeaking coming from your throat only grows in volume and becomes frantic.

“Kaburamaru, get back here!” Obanai barks.

On the other side of the fabric barrier, there’s a sharp hiss. Did Obanai’s snake just poke you? Granted, you’re not super close to the other Pillar, but his snake is an absolute sweetheart. It’d recognize you in a heartbeat, so why the unfamiliar behavior now?

Mitsuri squeaks and your cloth prison jerks. Seriously, though. What the hell is going on?

“Looks like your snake is getting pretty friendly,” Tengen says with a snicker.

“Piss off, beefcake,” Obanai snaps.

“Hey now!” Kyojuro’s voice booms. Your entire body flinches at the volume. He’s always been loud, yes, but did somehow get even louder? “No need to fight!”

“Wait, Obanai-san, it’s okay,” Mitsuri quickly reassures.

Light suddenly fills your encasement and a giant hand comes into view. You squeak even louder, more frantically, and the hand wraps around your body with ease. You blink rapidly as your eyes adapt to the newfound light. Your ears twitch in every direction possible and you zero in on the small crowd before you.

It’s the Pillars, alright. And they’re staring at you like they have no idea who you are.

“Mitsuri! Did you get a new pet? How adorable!” Kyojuro chirps, a grin splitting his face in half.

A what now?

You glance down at (what you presume to be) Mitsuri’s finger. Tiny little feet stare back up at you. Okay, so that’s new. You swiftly turn and look over your shoulder; Mitsuri’s bright eyes make contact with yours and she flashes you a soft smile.

“Everyone,” she says, turning her attention from you, “this is (y/n).”

Silence.

That’s it.

Tengen chuckles. “You named your mouse after (y/n)? That seems a bit biased, don’t you think?”

Did that bitch just say mouse?

Please, let him say sike.

Mitsuri clears her throat. “Hehe… No. Well, um, you see, (y/n) and I were fighting a demon last night and it may or may not have turned (y/n) into a mouse.”

Sanemi, who was just about to take a drink, freezes with the cup in midair. “…You’re shitting me.”

Mitsuri hastily shakes her head. “I’m not.”

Even Giyuu seemed surprised, which really says something. “Well, fuck.”

-

“Who’s a cute little mouse? You are!” Kyojuro coos as he scratches between your ears with a finger.

After the initial shock – and that’s putting it lightly – it didn’t take much for the others to warm up to your new form. Now, you had to stay away from Obanai due to Kaburamaru trying to eat you five times, but that’s just the way of nature. And, if you’re being honest, you don’t feel like seeing the inside of a snake.

During the meeting, Mitsuri explained the entire situation. Apparently, the blast you suffered from was the reason for your turning into an adorable rodent. Shinobu meticulously took notes, completely fascinated by this blood art. Tengen couldn’t stop laughing. Oyakata-sama was probably the only one who genuinely felt bad for your situation.

Unfortunately, Mitsuri killed the demon before it could turn you back. Normally, the blood art would undo itself once the demon died, but this wasn’t entirely the case in this situation. For the next, oh, who knows, ever, you’re stuck as a mouse.

Sanemi rolls his eyes at his fellow Pillar. “Babying it isn’t going to do anything.”

Mitsuri gasps. “Don’t call (y/n) an it! They’re still a person, you know!”

“I think they’re cute,” Kyojuro says, leaning in close and snuggling you with his cheek. “Can I take them home? I think Senjuro would love to see (y/n) this way!”

You squeak happily at the mention of Kyojuro’s younger brother.

“We must protect (y/n) until they’re human again,” Gyomei says. Ah, always the voice of reason. If you could, you’d nod in agreement.

Another hand gingerly takes you away from Kyojuro. Glancing up, you see Giyuu’s dark eyes gazing back down at you. He scratches the underside of your chin with a finger. “Do you think I could take care of you?” he asks you.

Your little mouse heart almost stops at the sheer gentleness of his voice.

“Hey, no fair!” Mitsuri whines. “I was there when it happened! I should be the caretaker!”

“Ha! Fools! None of you could ever be as flamboyant with animals as me,” Tengen sneers.

Shinobu raises a hand. “I’d like to take care of them as well.”

All of them stare down at you expectantly.

Your eyes flicker from one to another, unease boiling in your tiny belly. This… isn’t going to end well.

[aromantic-romance-writer]

Tengen Uzui x Fem! Pillar! Reader

[I Value You The Most]

How many times have this gorgeous man made me jealous and straight at the same time, I have no idea-

So I made this to let those emotions all out lmao.

Pretty much self-indlugent though :((( sorry. And Tengen isn't married to his three unbelievably hot wives here too so double sorry-

Hopefully though, you would still be able to enjoy!

Tengen almost can't believe it. There you stood, in a pillar's demon slayer uniform (nothing really changed except the buttons were gold now, but still-), your legs wrapped in bandages. He remembers that day two years ago. He saved a certain girl whose rank was Kanoe from a Lower Moon demon.

"[L/N] [Y/N]. I'll do my very best." you say with a grin. After the Pillar Meeting, Tengen comes up to you.

"Congratulations on being a pillar!" he exclaims with proud eyes. You crane your neck to look up at him, your eyes wide with surprise.

"Y-you remember me?" You ask in disbelief.

He smiles broadly with a wink. "I do."

"Really?! Someone like me?" you ask yourself, feeling giddy. "Wow..."

"You've come a long way. We may be of the same rank, but you're not of the same flamboyant level as I am."

You laugh. "It's nice to see you haven't changed one bit, Uzui-san."

That fateful day, when the Sound Hashira have saved you and finished fighting off that demon, he gave you a proud smile.

"You did a flamboyant job staying alive all this time."

And he let you decapitate the demon's head.

Ever since, you worked harder than ever. He was your inspiration these past 24 months of relentless training and experimenting, until you yourself was able to defeat a demon from the 12 Kizuki.

And here you are now. Called the Blood Pillar.

° ° °

After every Pillar Meeting, Tengen gets more and more disturbed by the sight of you.

Almost after every meeting, you would have new bandages wrapped around your legs. And that was just your legs. He's sure that there could be more under that uniform. While some of the old ones were replaced with scars. At first, he doesn't mind. He thought that you were new to your position as a pillar and have some wounds from your missions, but it's been such a long time now. Why do you always have these new wounds and scars?

Then he remembers. Blood Pillar. Now that he thinks about it, what the hell? Blood Pillar? Exactly from what Breath is that derived from? Does that explain all these new injuires you keep getting?

After the meeting, you see him march up to you, looking all serious. Honestly scared the heck out of you. Did you do something wrong? But you aren't really interacting with him lately, much to your disappointment.

"[L/N]." he crouches to your eye level, giving you an intense stare. "Are you okay?"

You blink. "H-huh? Why wouldn't I be...?"

He frowns. Oh no, is that the wrong response? He straightens up and grabs your wrist, pulling you away. You weren't able to react correctly and even say anything as you stared at his grip on your wrist. You're not sure what to feel about it, but you can feel your cheeks grow hot.

"Where are we going?"

"I just want to have a little chat."

~

"Oh!" you exclaim as you understood what was the deal earlier back at the Ubuyashiki Estate. You were in an empty field, sitting on the fresh grass of spring. Tengen asked all about your breath style and wounds. You were seriously admiring how confident he is to just ask that to you when he knew you weren't really close. You can't even ask Sanemi about his own scars and where he got them.

"Actually, my father was a very skilled doctor." you start as he listened to you intently. "He taught me how to handle medicines and how this certain tool should be used, and the like. After the day you saved me, I wanted to become more useful as a slayer at the same time be an unexpected enemy to the demons."

"You see, I'm a marechi. And I met a demon whose Blood Demon Art makes their own blood explode or burn. And it gave me the idea, and started to experiment on my own blood. It was a painful process, but it was worth it. After I became a pillar, I learned some tricks from Shinobu-san since I spend a lot of my time getting treated at the Butterfly Estate. I learned how to make poisons painful to scabbard but painless to humans and stocked it in the sheath of my sword. But it's really pretty useless unless my blood is mixed with the poison."

You finish. You stare up at the cloudless sky, adoring the pure blue color of it. Tengen just stares at you for a moment.

"So basically, you have to cut yourself for each form you make with your sword covered in poison..." he concludes ismn a mutter. Why would you make such a breath style? And isn't it too dangerous for your wounds to get exposed all the time or for too long? Plus, demons' favorite food is marechi. Then there's also the threat of blood loss.

This was all irritating him for some reason. He never realized how he deeply cares for you. Every time he sees you with yet again a new bandage, he can't help but feela tightness in his chest.

"[L/N]." he says, making you look at him with a hum. You were taken aback at the soft expression he gave you. "Tell me every time you have a mission."

"Why though?" you ask with a curious look.

He averts his gaze, feeling sheepish. It was a first for Tengen to feel like this. He's never shied away before. In frustration, he abrputly stands. "Just because." and he scratches his head. He walks away, leaving you alone on the field.

"U-Uzui-san...?" you wore such a dumbfounded expression. Was that an order?

° ° °

You sigh in relief. You've finally managed to go on a mission without Tengen on your tail.

These past few months, he's been 'accompanying' you on your missions and it's been annoying you lately. You don't even tell him when that you'll go on a mission. You just get surprised that he's already waiting by your house. He's also doing most of the fighting as well. He wouldn't let you draw your sword sometimes. Somehow, you were able to escape from him today.

Although in those times, you enjoy his company. He doesn't really talk much and seems like he'd rather listen to you. From stories to things Shinobu tells you, to even your problems. He was always there, listening. You've noticed that the way he smiles at you have changed. He always had that reassuring smile. A smile that would tell you "I'm here, always". It reminded you of how your father would occasionally treat your wounds after playing outside. But your father have passed, and no one else would be there for you anymore.

Until Tengen came.

Truthfully, you didn't mind being lonely for a while. Your pride as a demon slayer would allow you to sacrifice your own life to save others. You believed that you lived a contented life already. Nothing more is going to make you happy nor sad. It's okay for you to die protecting others.

Again, until Tengen came.

It's always because of him, these beliefs and thoughts keep changing. He changed you to become stronger, to feel secured and reassured around him, and that something was missing in your life. You weren't sure what it was, but you refuse to pass away without it in your life.

You stop walking. The sun was setting, shedding its final rays of light on the surface from the horizon. The wind have become eerily cold. The scent of human blood was strong, but a stronger smell was coating it. You cover your nose in reflex. What a sinister smell. Pompous and confidence was strongly flowing in this demon's blood.

A 12 Kizuki?

But this scent was more disturbing than the last two Kizukis that you faced from the last two years.

You rushed to the scene, following the scent as it grew stronger and stronger. Soon, you find a distorted white figure growing from what it seems like a vase. His back were lined with infant-like arms and was humming to himself until he felt your presence.

He turns to you, widening your eyes in horror. His face was even more distorted.

"My, I think I smell a marechi." He seems to smile, though you really can't tell. "Fufu, and a pillar?"

You unsheathe your sword and took a stance. You read the kanji on his eyes that were placed vertically on his face.

Upper Moon Five.

All you've encoutered so far were Lower Moon demons, so you expect that this battle will be tough.

"Say, would you like me to show you a piece I've recently finished?" he asks, his tone sounding conceited.

You grit your teeth. "I am not interested." you cut your arm with your blade, making sure the edge is fully coated in blood.

The demon bobs his head to the side. "Since you caught my attention, I'll ignore your rudeness just this once." he grins. "What is the point of slicing your own flesh? To provoke me?"

"You'll find out soon enough." You say before charging at him.

° ° °

Tengen was running as fast as he can, and the closer he gets, the louder he can hear your sword clanging. Although he's a shinobi, so his speed is quite enhanced, he fears that he's too late. It took him this much time to figure out where you were.

He may have realized this later than he should, but you were precious to him. You gave him a reason to be stronger - to live. He won't allow himself to be weak and die before you. You were now his top priority, then the people, then himself. If he can, he'll force you out of the demon slayer corps. Oh, but he can, he just won't. Other than your safety, your happiness was also top priority.

After all those times you've talked together, fought together, he starts to cherish every single moment he spends with you. And he can tell that, although undeservedly, it was him who drove you to be who you are today.

The Blood Pillar.

Just a few more hours, the sun will start to rise. He was finally getting close, until he hears silence. The sounds of clanging and clashing stopped. His heart was practically beating out of his chest in suspense. What happened?

~

You were breathing deep and hard from exhaustion. Your body was littered with wounds and blood. You've ripped off your uniform's torso, showing a blood-stained bandage wrapped around your breasts. Gashes made by the demon were slowing you down up to the point where you couldn't swing your sword anymore.

"How foolish." he starts. "Your Breath of Blood will kill you. I can just wait here as you die from blood loss, you know."

You smirk. You shouldn't be underestimated. You spent two years shaping and creating a body immune to such threats like that. You can go for another 10 hours or more, if limitations didn't exist, of course. You were only human. You may be weak for a pillar at the time, but you'll get stronger. You have to. You might lose this battle, but you refuse to die.

Win or lose, you will abstain yourself from passing out. You won't die. Not yet.

"But then the sun will rise soon, and I should have a feast. A feast fit for a fine artist such as myself."

He attacks you, you dodge barely. He was taken aback at the fact that you can still move. He keeos attacking, and you just kept dodging until you were finally worn out.

He takes notice as a sinister smile becomes visible on his features. Just when his attack was about to land a blow on you, you felt broad arms wrap around you as you were taken away.

"Didn't I tell you to always inform me of your missions?" You start to tear up. You see Tengen's irked and perturbed expression. He was able to snatch your haori and covers you with the clothing. As he was about to stand, you clutch unto him. He just smiles that reassuring smile. "I'll be back with the same flamboyance." he winks.

As he starts fighting in your stead, you watch him with anxiety bubbling in your chest. As you watch him, you found out what was missing. Even if it was just for a day, just for a few hours, what was missing in your life was Tengen. Now that he's come into your life, he can't come out. You need him. You can't die yet. You still want to spend your life with him. He doesn't have to feel the same way, as long as he's alive and well.

~

The demon cussed under his breath in frustration and was able to escape just before the sun's rays hit him. Tengen quickly ran to you to see if you're still breathing. Fortunately, you were alive as you gave him a smile.

"[Y/N]..." he whispers as he carries you. He starts walking. "...don't scare me like that."

All you could do was hum in response, your eyes closed and just fully giving in to his warmth.

"Don't be stubborn next time and tell me when you'll go on a mission. I can't breathe easy knowing that my girl is out there cutting herself to kill a demon."

You open your eyes in surprise. "'My girl'...?"

He smiles slightly. "Mhm. Whether you feel the same or not, you're my girl and no one else's right now. You're the most valuable to me in my life. And if someone steals you from me..."

He gives it a thought. "...he has to be way better than me in every way so I have to approve, 'kay?"

You giggle lightly and snuggled against him. You didn't need to say anything to tell him that you also feel the same way, as he can hear your heart beating solely for him.

Tengen watches your sleeping face. He felt truly blessed as something as precious as your heart was beating for him. His heart was beating for you as well.

As if blessing your new-found love, the sun's blinding rays followed both of you walking home, feeling safe and secured and valued with each other.

[yinses]

Hi there could I get some fluffy relationship headcanons for gyomei please!☺️(btw I just discovered ur blog and ugh I’m in love😫💞)

taking a scheduled break from the sin to bring you the closest thing to to what i imagine sleeping on a cloud should be. i got two of the same so acknowledging both so no one feels like they got left out.

— i imagine gyomei as a soft boulder- hear me out. he’s resilient and protective when it comes to your well being. if there is even the slightest hint of trouble, you’re overruled on every account. he’s stronger than you in every means and will physically restrict you if it came down to you remaining alive at the end of the day. which can be a bit tough if you’re a slayer because hello- danger at every corner and given opportunity. so adjustments and compromises are made. he understands that you’re independent and wont intervene on your personal missions if he can help it. but he always has a pair of eyes on you in place of his own. whether it be other slayers just occasionally cross paths with you or crows in the shadows,  you can bet that gyomei will be aware of any reckless deed. can it become borderline obsessive? perhaps. which is why trust is important. just don’t lie to my beefy giant. he doesn’t like to consider his sight as a disadvantage but when it comes to you, thats one last card in his deck. 

—now for the soft part! just your average day? this man is as pliable as a marshmallow. you’re so spoiled that it literally makes sanemi sick. gyomei doesn’t cherish material items but that doesn’t mean you lack for want. giving is one of his love languages just because he loves to hear your reactions. he’s attune to the sound of your heart swelling with joy. the twinkle of excitement in your eyes as you giggle with glee. gyomei makes it his secondary mission to always bring home something for you. often describing your likes to shop keepers with faith that they wont take advantage of a blind man. “something warm, like home.” “a piece to make her heart sing.” “a remembrance of my love.” some merchants don’t know what the fuck he’s talking about but he made one old lady swoon so he’s doing something right. 

— is actually surprisingly a little reserved about pda. not so much out of concern for what others think of it, but more so because its a distraction for him. he prefers to be acutely aware of his surroundings when he’s in the open, and he finds himself getting to easily wrapped around you when you draw him closer for affections. its not completely unwarranted though. gyomei is rather found of simple pecks against his lips or cheek. and always has a hand ready to accept yours or pliant when you cling to his arm. don’t get him wrong, he wants others to know about your relationship, just not at the cost of vulnerability. your safety will forever come first. 

— loves, loves- please for the love of god read to the man. when the day finally comes to a close and dinner as settled, he’ll draw you close to his chest after you pick up the latest edition to your newest favorite series. doesn’t matter the genre, format or length. he’s just there to enjoy how you share the story with him. its probably his favorite way to drift off. hand at the small of your back, stroking at a languid rhythm as you flip to the next page. he’s engaging when it calls for it. using breaks between chapters to  discuss characters and plot lines. the more complex literatures, those twisted with mystery and intrigue are the ones that stick with him through out the days. giving him something to process during his lengthy missions. will sometimes bring new books home based off the recommendations of strangers. the two of you have a long life ahead of you, if he has any say in it. there will never be too many additions to the collection. 

— my boy is always steady and collected but there is a certain grit to his tone when he catches on to someone giving you unwanted advances. it obvious that whoever they are don’t think that you could possibly be with him. why else would they stupidly challenge his claim right under his nose. whether you’re capable of defending yourself or not, he has every intention on bringing attention to himself. which isnt that hard, i mean he’s like 200cm. frankly the fact that anyone would just approach you with him in your shadow is wither impressively stupid or bold. maybe both. doesn’t matter. big boy is annoyed now. 

— he’ll start with making his already overwhelming presence that much more prominent. going as far as to bring a bulky arm around your waist to draw you to his chest. your admirer will sputter indigently prepared to turn on gyomei, only to really come to terms with the visage in front of him. i mean, if you have to look up to your competition, are you even in the same league? and oof, you can just feel the vibrations of gyomei’s baritone as he speaks. “i pray that you may eventually seek out the soul meant for you, because you will not find them here.” this is supposed to be unsinful, so i wont go into detail about what it does to you. 

[ketsuyuki-hibana-typed]

Hi!! I am in love with your writing. The Sugar Daddy Rengoku is the bomb. Can you do it to our resident wind pillar Sanemi? 😭 Thank u

Hello, Anon! Thank you so much lol it’s still half-assed tho, so I’m trying to improve the skill here hope you saw the difference!

Thank you for the long waiting! 🌺🌸💮

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader (Daddy Kink) (NSFW WARNING)

Warning: Rope Play, Spanking

Sanemi opened the apartment door and slammed it back, putting out his shoes to the racks. A sigh breath escaped from his mouth

He just out for only 30 minutes but sweats were dropping like crazy from his forehead. It’s hot summer, anyone would be extremely tired.

One of his hand were occupied with plastic bags contained ice creams and the other hand was busy. His fingers were focused on the phone, making swirl movements, sometimes wavy, sometimes up and down. He didn’t have any intention to stop

He put the ice cream in the freezer and went straight to your shared bedroom

“Hey?” He knocked the door thrice.

No answer.

“Are you inside?” He actually checked on the room, but still no voice

“Ah, what a pain in the ass. She probably asleep. I’m coming.”

He twisted the knob and pushed the door in.

“Ah. I forgot.” He smirked, still fully playing his fingers on his phone. He sat down on the bed.

You were on bed, but not asleep and not looked so good either

Both of your hands were tied to the headboard. The ropes beautifully spiralling your wrist that made you attached, down to your stomach and your thighs. Your leg was bent fully at the knee, and tied just below the knee and just above the ankle.

Your face wasn’t good either. Some fabric covered your mouth, it’s not just some- it’s a tie, you bit it with all of your might. Your eyes were red and teary. Sanemi was wondering how many litres tears you wasted while he’s gone, dropping freely onto your cheek, then the sheet. Your bare chest were huffed up and down, letting heavy breath filled your lungs

The adjustment made your leg spreading wide. It’s weird because the roping didn’t force you to open your leg wider and could make you draw your legs closer to cover ‘it’

To cover the shameless of viscous liquid dripping from between your legs.

A faint buzzed sound was heard. Every time the buzz getting louder, your eye’s pupils were widened, following with your back arched to the air.

More tears were streamed down

You shivered and trembled, muttered something Sanemi couldn’t hear

“Aah, I can’t hear you. What’s the matter, little princess? Can’t talk when you were tied up and stretched your legs for me?” He caressed your hair. “How is it feel like? After your daddy went out somewhere, letting you unoccupied like this?”

He tapped his screen phone once more, controlling the wireless vibrator into modified auto-setting he made

You shook your head left and right, still muffled something

“Mm, 1000 miles.” He read the manuals on his phone. “I wonder if I could play with you from across the city if I went away for a long time.”

He looked at you once more and chuckled

“What a nice waterfall.” He pressed your soaked white-laced panties. “Seems yummy.”

You looked at him with a glimpse of hope when he finally put the tie out of your mouth.

“But you’ve been bad because you wet the sheet.” He smirked again. “My kind baby girl will never be a bad person.”

“But Daddy- Ngh!”

He suddenly spanking your left thighs, grabbing it with his claw and smacked it again, leaving some red marks.

“What a bad girl.” He took scissors from the nightstand and slowly cut your panties, revealed your fully wet pussy. He tapped 'Off’ button and pulled your wireless vibrator from there.

It’s empty, your lower part is finally empty. You finally could rest from over stimulation. The tremor on your body was decreased

Your undies looked delicious, Sanemi had to licked his lower lips

“I’m about to give you some rewards but…” He looked sad. “You’ve been bad.”

“No! Daddy, I’m sorry, I wet your precious bed. I won’t do it anymore.” You pleaded. “I will do anything so you won’t be mad again.”

“Anything?” He brings his face closer to yours.

“Anything.”

“Mm, I will consider it if you said the magic word.”

“Daddy, please?”

“Good girl. Here’s a little gift from me.” Sanemi kissed your forehead and make a swift so your body is in between his legs.

He undone his zippers while you squirming under him.

A hot thicked length was sprang out. You could feel the blood rushed to your face.

“It’s so big, Daddy.”

“Oh, I hope you won’t forget your plead, babydoll.”

He grabbed your head, slowly pushed his length down to your mouth

Of course you choked and made a gag reflex.

“Uh-oh, you wanna be bad again?”

You closed your eyes, and slowly received his whole

“Good girl.” Sanemi slowly pushed and pulled his dick, still hung his hand onto your head. It took short period until he started to thrust in faster pace

You can’t do anything but whimpering and bucking your hips up, trying to get his attention. You even twisted your wrist, hoping it will loosen and let you go.

“Not now, honeybun.” He groaned and held your hip down. He’s so close to cum. “Fuck.”

When he cums, white thick liquid was shot out to your face. He let out heavy breath and looked down at you

“Thank you for the meal, Daddy.” You licked his cum on your lips. “I wish I could move and tapping your seed with my fingers to my mouth. They are my favourite.”

“Such a needy girl.”

Sanemi took a knife, released you from the ropes except your legs. You made a slow movement, took the rest of his cum from your face to your fingers. You licked your index finger like a kitten.

“Delicious.”

“You want more, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“The magic word?”

“Please, please make me squealing. Please make me hopeless, please make me fully yours!”

“You asked this, baby doll.”

He positioned his head between your legs. No more wasting time, he’s licking, biting, sucking, eating out your clit and your labia without pause

You were crying in ecstasy, trying to put your leg together but he held one of your tights on the place. You also tried to hold his head but he’s too far, so you swifted to grab the sheet instead.

“Daddy, no! I’ll wet your bed again!”

“Then try to not to!”

He licked your clit tremendously, still not forget to put his fingers and thrust them in and out

You can’t hold it

“Daddy!”

You squirted on his face without warning, letting out some sweet moans escaped from your trembling lips

Sanemi didn’t mind a bit. He licked your squirt and took some with his fingers, shoving it to your mouth

You were grabbing his fingers with your little hand and started to lick your own cum.

After done it, you rest for a bit. Your chest was up and down. You let the drool streamed down from your corner lips.

“You’ve been a bad girl again.” Sanemi leaned on you, whispered on your ear.

You suddenly grabbed his neck and bites the skin, making mark there.

“Forget about the good little girl, Daddy. I’m your bad baby girl who needs your punishment.” You purposely make a playful tone.

“You dare to try me, princess.” He smirked, and spanked on your thighs. “Spread that legs wider, fucking show me how bad you will be.”

You opened your legs like he ordered too with no shame.

Again, he didn’t waste time. He thrusted his length into your lower hole with no hesitation, with fast pace from the start

You kept moaning 'Daddy’ like endless loop, you even tried to buck your hips more but no baby, do you think I will let you come sooner, Sanemi said.

He always hit the spot, the good spot that made you scream and squealing under his touch

“That’s it. Keep the good whore and I will reward you more, baby.” He pulled your hands and turned you around. Now your ass is on the air, with your head succumbed into the bed sheet

He grabbed both of your breasts, holding onto it and continued to thrust without pause.

One of his hand stopped to fondle your breast and pulling one of your hand, make it more easy to him to pound you to death, to make your mind went wild.

“Daddy! Daddy! I’m coming!!”

“Cum for me, little girl. You deserve it.”

You squirmed under his chest while he catching you up with one or two hard thrust. Both of you were screaming the pet names.

You could feel your lower part full. Sanemi pulled out and pumped his length more, making some white spot on your ass.

His cum slowly dripping from your hole, your pussy making wet sound when you turned around to see his face

He put his whole body onto yours. You let out your heavy breath

“…”

“… Are you alright, baby?”

“Um-hum, Daddy.”

“I will cut the rope.”

Bonus:

“Is it hurt?”

“My wrist and thighs? Yeah a little bit.”

You dipped in the bathtub with him. He grabbed your wrist and started to kiss it.

“Why don’t you say the safe words if it really hurts.”

“I agree to do this.” He sighed.

“Just so you know, I wanted to stop in the middle. I don’t want to rope you like that again.”

“It’s fine, you like it too, right?” You stood up from the bathtub, he followed behind.

He already changed the sheet before bathe. After finished wearing your shirt, he brought you tea, ice cream and biscuits.

“You must be exhausted.”

“Not really.” You threw yourself on the bed. “You even didn’t hit me that hard, Sanemi.”

“Hey, I won’t hit you that hard, beside-”

“Daddy~ Feed me please?” You playfully mewled onto his hand.

He stoned but back to earth quickly.

“Daddy will never let his baby girl starved. So, open that mouth for me, princess?”

[dudeandduchess]

Rating/Genre: Slight NSFW, Modern AU Characters: Rengoku Shinjurō x F!Reader, Mentions of Sanemi x F!Reader Chapters: 3/10 Summary: Shinjurō and (Y/n) are in a D/s arrangement, but he wants more so he tries to lay the world at her feet in the hopes that she would say yes to being his. Unfortunately, (Y/n) shoots him down every time, since she’s not swayed by his money or influence.But Shinjurō is more determined than ever to keep her, so he will stop at nothing to keep her for himself. Warnings: Angst, Language

NOTE: Thank you for the support, bbys! I really, really appreciate it. And I apologize if this seems a bit off, I’m just trying to present all the critical plot points early on so we can get to the good stuff later. 💜✨

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“We have to talk,” (Y/n) stated firmly when she felt Shinjurō’s hands on either side of her waist.

Affectionately, the older man leaned down and peppered his lover’s shoulder with nips and kisses; trailing up to the side of her neck, before sucking another love bite into her skin. (Y/n) couldn’t help but tilt her head to the side and sigh in pleasure, even though it wasn’t really the time to get swept up in his sweet gestures.

“What’s there to talk about, baby? When we could be fucking…”

At that, the (L/n) heiress turned the stove off and transferred the pan of fried rice to an unused burner, so that the bottom wouldn’t turn too crispy for her taste. She then turned around to face him, before gently pushing him away with her hands on his chest.

“Getting me pregnant wasn’t part of our agreement, Shinjurō.” Her gaze flickered up to meet his, before narrowing into accusatory slits.

“It could be,” Shinjurō answered with a smirk, then moved to pull her hips flush against his own— where his erection rubbed against her stomach from beneath his sweatpants. “We have a house together, we both make enough money, you’re a consenting adult.”

(Y/n)’s heart began to race in her chest with every honeyed word that dripped from her lover’s tongue, but she held her composure as much as she could. There was no way that she was going to clue him in to the fact that she had thought of those things as well, because once he smelled the proverbial blood in the water— he would surely strike.

“How about the fact that it’s going to cause such a huge scandal that it would ruin both of us?” The young woman shot back, before sliding out of her lover’s grasp.

They might have had a Dominant and submissive relationship in the bedroom, but real life matters were different. For the life of her, (Y/n) did not like being told what to do; she was a woman who lived by her own word, and followed her own choices— that not even Shinjurō could sway her from that way of thinking.

Her answer effectively pissed the older man off, enough for him to scoff as he leaned his hip against the granite island counter behind him. “You were going to get pregnant with Shinazugawa’s bastards.”

“Don’t bring him into this, Shinjurō,” (Y/n) spat irately, as her upper lip curled in distaste at her lover’s underhanded words. He had flicked a switch inside her, and it made all of her anger bubble up inside her.

“Why not? I think he’s a great basis for me.”

“You always pull this shit when you don’t get what you want. I’m not falling for it this time. So either get your head out of your ass or I’m leaving.”

Shinjurō crossed his arms over his chest, then quirked an eyebrow at the clearly irate woman. He felt so incensed that he wanted to scream— as the status of their relationship had always been a hot topic between them— but he held himself back, if only to make her stay. “And you always get so defensive when I bring him up. Why is that, (Y/n)?”

“Because he’s not relevant to this conversation-” She couldn’t continue her argument, as the blond cut her off with a harsh laugh.

“He is, and you know it. You still love him, don’t you? Still want to ride that fucking bastard’s cock like you do mine.” His words were harsh and ringing with baseless accusations, but his style had always been to hit where it hurt the most. His companies wouldn’t have risen to the top if he were anything else.

Part of her wanted to bare her heart to him— to make him understand all the thoughts that were running through her head. But another, much more defensive and heartbroken, part of her wanted to keep things to herself, so that she wouldn’t have to open herself up to more potential heartbreak.

However, the more reckless side of her won out, and she found herself opening her mouth.

“I don’t. God damn it! You want to know the real reason?” (Y/n)’s hands clenched into tight fists at her sides, and she reigned in the urge to draw an arm back and deck him right in the face. “It’s because I don’t want you to fucking leave me like he did!”

Her breathing was heavily labored; coming out in short, angry bursts as she gritted her teeth. Tears also pricked the backs of her eyes, while her eyebrows knitted together in frustration.

Baring that part of herself to him had already taken a huge effort to do, and the shock that was displayed blatantly on Shinjurō’s features were enough to abate her anger— even if only for the tiniest amount.

“If he could leave me just as we were about to get married, then who’s to say that you won’t leave me even if I’m pregnant?” No matter how hard she tried to keep her tears from falling, the first one still rolled down her cheek in a hot rivulet— only to be followed by another, and then another… “We don’t even have a definite label.”

It wasn’t often that Shinjurō got schooled, and all the times that he had always had to do with (Y/n). She was the one rational voice in his life that he willingly— and unwillingly— listened to, so that situation that they were at was no different from all the other times that she’d put him in his place.

All the fight left him after that sentence, and the sight of her tears were also enough to make something in his chest stir.

He was all too familiar with the emotion, and his lips twitched in a self-deprecating smirk; as it had been so long since she’d made him feel guilty about anything. Not even his first wife could make him feel guilty about anything, so (Y/n) was in a league all on her own for inciting such a feeling from him.

“Then marry me, so we can have a definite label.” The words were out of his mouth before he could ponder further upon them. He’d been playing with the idea for a while, but it was the first time that he’d actually voiced it out.

To him, it was a perfect ‘cut and dried’ solution, but he didn’t consider the fact that it would be offensive to his younger lover. To her, his proffered solution was nothing but a band-aid to save face; something that was said as a last minute effort to get her to stay with him.

And that was insulting as all hell for someone who still believed in the sanctity of marriage.

Blatant anger shone in (Y/n)’s eyes, and it was clear that she wanted to rage at him judging by the way that her jaw clenched so hard that he heard her gnashing her teeth. However, instead of giving in to her baser instincts, she shook her head in disappointment before walking away.

She knew that arguing with him would be a waste of time, so she merely let it go with the hopes that he would be mature enough to realize his mistake by himself.

If he even realized them.

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[sparda3g]

Kimetsu no Yaiba Chapter 166 Review

Kokushibou is no joke whatsoever. If his calmness and lack of any expression other than curiosity didn’t tell you that, I don’t know what does. Actually, this latest chapter will certify that claim. It was horrifying enough with Tokito easily overwhelmed; it only gets worse from here, unless that man pulls a miracle. This chapter was damn riveting with yet another horrifying display and surprisingly, a heartwarming scene that instantly changed my mind.

I like that Gotouge sometimes uses the chapter’s cover to illustrate a moment from elsewhere, instead of using multiple pages. It’s not necessary to exploit it with exposition; it can be shown in one image. In this case, we now know Tanjiro is reading the letter about a huge possibility to defeat Muzan. It could be the deal breaker, though we won’t know until he goes for it, let alone learn it. With that out of the way, it’s back to the horror story.

Kokushibou easily impressed me the last time. We’ve never seen his sword yet, so more shock value is on hold. It only makes me even more worried. It’s good for interest level, but bad for me that truly cares about these characters. Even if Tokito doesn’t die, him becoming a demon is bad enough; fate worse than death. The first page was sort of convincing that it was going to happen. The second page helps the nerve, but the tension remains high.

I’m mixed about Genya appearing. I’m happy for he will have a moment to shine and save Tokito, somehow, someway. I’m upset because he’s about to go up against Upper Moon 1 who singlehanded defeat a Pillar. It’s telling when Genya is scared to pull the trigger. One move, one fail, God help them all. That alone got me nervous. But that feeling is nothing compared to the follow-up.

Kokushibou is scary as hell, all thanks to well thought-out sequence. Your nerves were running wild with Tokito about to convert to a demon. Kokushibou explains in an eerie fashion, as Genya takes aim from behind. Then the very next page, Kokushibou appears instantly behind him, asking if he agrees. That’s so unnerving. His dialogue flow perfectly, as if all three were always in the conversation. That’s how you display a serious threat. I haven’t felt this frightened since Arima from Tokyo Ghoul. The hype, the atmosphere, and overall presentation had me convinced.

The last chapter was tough to watch Tokito losing badly. This one however is even worse. I gasped hard when I saw Genya’s arm sliced off, and you can’t even see it happen in motion. He’s a demon, so he should be fine. Still, the way how the scene plays out gives you damn chills. Genya goes for a swing and that arm gets sliced off as well. Again, you can’t see the motion. It’s so instantaneous, his Demon Art might as well be Time-Travel.

Genya should be fine, but good God almighty, Kokushibou wasn’t done. Cutting his arms weren’t enough, so he just cuts him in half. I’m all out of gasp. This is brutal; no, it’s insanity. I don’t know what to believe anymore. You have Genya trying to reach for his arm, which by the way, a nice subtle development compare to the last arc. He is more of a real fighter now, and I respect that. You have Tokito trying to remove the sword, and he’s the only hope to save Genya. “Live or die” is the name of a game. It’s hell of an intensity that leads to a hell of a surprise.

Sanemi comes to save his little demon brother. Now, this is surprising to me because of couple of reasons. One is that Sanemi appears out of nowhere with a badass attack, Rising Dust Storm. Hell, he even has a one-liner moment. Second is how happy I was to see him, and yet, this is the same guy that I detested a lot in the past, especially the time when he was harming Nezuko. Lastly, he never comes to my mind because his impression has been rough, and for writing perspective, that’s a good thing.

I was under impression that Sanemi was a total prick. Even Tanjiro don’t like him. I didn’t think of him as a possible savior, because he looks like a guy who wouldn’t mind his brother getting killed. Fans would be deceived to think him as a cold brother who wants to kill all demons; nothing more, nothing less. It is now that we get to see him in a more shockingly sentimental side, and honestly, I am so shocked that I feel stupid for my dislike for him.

I’m not saying everyone should feel the same, but you should reconsider his character as a whole after he expresses his genuine feelings. It’s worth mentioning that he has been stroke hard with sad and dark reality as of late, which is probably why he’s more collective. When Ubuyashiki died, he was legitimately broken up. It’s like his insane persona is what keeps him alive and motivated, and judging by his words here, it really sounds like it.

The flashback with Tanjiro’s words of wisdom is touching; adds more to the drama that needs to bring them close once again. By the way, Tanjiro sitting on Inosuke’s back is so funny to look at. The point is, despite Sanemi being rowdy and bashful at Genya’s action, nothing has changed. He’ll always love him. Take it from Tanjiro; he knows sibling love all too well. Amazing how these characters can benefit from each other. If his words weren’t convincing enough, Sanemi will settle it.

I was surprised about him caring about Genya, but I’m even more surprised when he speaks in sincere tone. His words are strikingly heartfelt. It’s his deepest regret that his little brother has become a demon. He couldn’t save his family. He couldn’t save their future. That hits me hard. Genya makes the scene warmer with his only reply, “I’m sorry.” I mentioned this in another series that I reviewed, but brotherly love always gets to me, and this is no exception. To sum it up, Sanemi is more or less a tsundere, and that’s fine. I really like the fact you don’t see his face during the tender moment. You don’t know if he’s sad, smiling, or anything. You can only judge by his words and its tone, and that enough makes this scene so heartwarming.

You can damn well tell he’s pissed when you do see his face however. The action has just started and already, it’s promising as hell. The glimpse of the main course is stellar with its solid sequence. The baseball slide from Sanemi is slick, but couldn’t get Kokushibou, even with Dust Whirlwind Cutter. At least it looks awesome. It’s a relief that finally someone is able to force Kokushibou to draw his sword. I thought his design is great, but now I can say the same for his sword. Nasty, but a great complementary to the overall.

This was a great chapter. The tension remains strong and believable. I was cringing badly during Genya’s downfall. Sanemi was a character that I really didn’t like because of his attitude. Now that we got a clearer image, it’s a lot more understandable. You don’t have to forgive him, but I am willing to give him a chance. Plus his brotherly love was heartfelt and sincere. I believe his sorrow, even without seeing his expression. The artwork is solid and the action looks very promising with a slight of hope showing. I should note Kokushibou mentioned about brothers; I wonder if he had one. Three slayers should be fine to take on him; or is it? We could only wait and see.