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Oh my god, I love this! I love how you wrote the setting and the emotions. You did a great job! Also, I don't know if it's because I love this kind of angst and crying at these kinds of posts until my parents think I'm being bullied or something, lol, or if I just love reading sad, depressing scares about my favorite characters, but I really love what you wrote!

I honestly don't like it when they write about Sanemi in this kind of context where he's sad, angry, and a complete idiot over something, like my boy Genya, so he just distances himself and is quiet. And in the end, T/N just gives him a little affection and nice words, and in the meantime, he turns into a golden retriever. And how did you write about him? GOD DAMN IT. I FEEL LIKE HE'S MORE LIKE THE ORIGINAL CHARACTER, AND I LOVE YOU FOR THAT!!

Honestly, even though I love Sanemi and I've spent almost all my money on his merchandise, I feel like he would be a little too aggressive, not all the time, but I don't think after the final battle he would have calmed down to the point of just being an angry, unfriendly cat. The way you wrote Sanemi, how he disappears for days, how he only locks himself in the room, how he only tells y/n to leave, and how he once got physical, I feel like that's a thousand kisses more realistic for the character and how his behavior is. God, that damn albino wanted to leave Genya DISABLED 😭!

What doesn't make you think he wouldn't act like an asshole to y/n in the context of him being angry and crying? And I also love how you wrote about y/n! How she confronts him and throws her truths in his face, and God, she defends herself but at the same time they're scared!? GOD, YES, GIVE ME THAT SCARES!

sorry if I went overboard but I'm really happy that you wrote this and especially how you described sanemi💗 p.s. I don't want to say that sanemi will be an entirely abusive husband but in the context that he is traumatized and is devastated about his brothers life and all the shit that happened and that he will die at 25 I feel that he would be very patient and would have horrible fits of rage, but I love him! and I'm probably weird for being so happy that sanemi is a scary husband...!! ok I'll leave you alone with that testament and again I LOVE HOW YOU WROTE ALL THIS💗💗 bye!!

Sanemi fic!

Sanemi x GN reader. Relationship is totally up to interpretation.

Angst + hurt/comfort, Sanemi cries. Like a lot. Probably for the first time in years. He misses Genya :((

TW for self harm, panic attack, mentions of physical and verbal abuse.

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Sanemi doesn’t know how to cope. Life has broken him down, day in and day out- a game of survival.

Loving Sanemi has never been easy. He’s not gentle. He’s not open. He hides his deepest fears behind a hardened mask of hostility and abrasiveness. You know him. That’s who he is; how he’s always been.

But oh, how he cares.

He cares so much.

Too much.

———————

Although he tries his best to hide it, you always notice the shift in the air that seems to loom over you both every year around the anniversary of Genya’s passing. Sanemi’s temper is impossibly shorter, his brash demeanor growing more and more aggressive by the days.

He’s never been able to cope. You know he works himself extra hard around this time of year, and you’re used to Sanemi being out much longer as well. Hell, you’ve gone days without seeing him home. You desperately wish he would talk to you, that you could do *anything* to help, but this is Sanemi.

His impulsive behaviors skyrocket, and he pushes you away.

Hard.

So on the rare opportunity that Sanemi’s home on time, you take the opportunity to try and talk to him. To get through to him that you’re right here. That you care. That you want him to feel better.

The front door opens and you look up just as Sanemi wordlessly walks into your shared bedroom and slams the door. “Sanemi,” you call- to no avail.

It’s not unusual for him to do this- lock himself away, alone… You gave up on trying to get through to him months ago when a fight got physical. You were scared. You love him so much, but have accepted that Sanemi’s vulnerability is private. Even to the person he loves the most.

It’s not your fault at all- you are the sweetest soul with the kindest heart. But not even the brightest flame can light up Sanemi’s darkened aura. And you have no choice but to accept it, or leave.

And you don’t want to leave.

Quickly, you get up off the chair in the kitchen where you had been drinking tea and follow where Sanemi had stalked off to the bedroom. You try the door- it’s locked. Your heart rate picks up- Sanemi’s never home this early around this time of year. He’s hurting- bad, and when he’s like this, he’s always out. Always looking for impulsive destruction, something to distract himself from the pain in his weary soul, something to relieve the guilt, even if only temporary.

“Sanemi?”

No response.

Taking a deep breath, you lean your head against the door and close your eyes. You’ve tried a million times. You’ve given up on ever getting through to him. But god, do you want to. You’d do anything to sit with him, comfort him, tell him it’s okay to be upset and see him when he’s upset. But he won’t let you.

And it fucking hurts.

With your fist curled around the doorknob, you tty to turn it, to no avail.

Locked- of course it is.

“Sanemi.”

You try a firmer voice. Maybe, just maybe he’ll actually let you in this time, right?

You laugh bitterly to yourself at the thought.

“Sanemi,” you repeat, your tone growing agitated. Usually at this point, he would’ve bitten back. Would’ve told you to fuck off, would’ve started yelling. But this time, it’s nothing but complete silence.

You feel the frustration starting to claw its way up your throat and pool deep in your veins. How is this fair to you!? You *know* he’s hurt. you *know* he’s broken- but this… As understanding as you are, this is getting ridiculous. You try to take deep breaths to calm down, but months- hell, even years of repressed frustration and faux patience is all coming to the surface at Sanemi’s lack of acknowledgment towards you.

Trying to calm your erratic breathing, you bite out his name again.

“Sanemi,” you repeat, your tone much more belligerent than before. “Open the door.”

No response.

You clench your fists unconsciously, your hand reaching towards the handle again.

“Open the fucking door Sanemi!”

When there’s still no response, you snap. you’ve BEEN patient. You’ve BEEN understanding. It’s all too much.

“Sanemi, you have one minute to open this door before i’m picking this goddamn lock.”

Your tone is icy. It’s a sharp contrast to how you usually speak to him. Years of being shut down and your efforts being denied and spat on have made you live in a facade of fake indifference and turbulence. But this is different. You’ve had enough.

Because you know.

You know the guilt he lives with every day. The fear of abandonment. The hesitance to love or be close, always afraid that he’ll lose someone else that he loves.

You grit your teeth, your hands clenching and unclenching around the doorknob before giving it an aggressive twist.

There’s a sharp snapping sound, and the knob falls to the ground, along with a few screws.

Damn. You broke that shitty door.

Without even thinking, you push past the cheap wood planks and step into your room. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness, but when you do, that’s when you see it.

Sanemi’s face.

You’ve never seen the look on his face.

You’ve seen every other emotion.

You’ve seen his features contorted in anger, in stoicism, hell- even in happiness on some fleeting rare occasions.

But this isn’t any of those.

Sanemi looks… like a cornered animal.

He’s shaking, his Hashira uniform disheveled, blood stained across the front and the sleeves, and…

Oh my god. Sanemi’s crying.

You’ve seen a lot.

But you’ve NEVER seen him cry before.

Well, he’s not anymore, at least. It was clear he must’ve been crying before you had come in, but right now, his expression is morphing into one of pure humiliation and… terror.

Time seems to stop as you stare at the tears streaked down his face and his glassy, bloodshot eyes.

“GET OUT!!!”

A violent yell tears you away from your thoughts.

In the split second it’s taken you to react, Sanemi’s scrubbed a hand across his face, gotten up off the futon, and is giving you the most terrifying expression you’ve ever seen.

“Wh- Sanemi??! What the hell’s going o-”

“I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!!!”

You instinctively take a step back as Sanemi screams at you. He’s standing over you now, shaking with a crazed look in his eyes.

You’re absolutely terrified. But you’re also PISSED.

For the first time, you do something different- You scream back.

“NO,” you yell. “YOU DO THIS SHIT EVERY FUCKING DAY!! I’VE TOLERATRD THIS FOR SO LONG, TRIED TO LOVE YOU, TRIED TO HELP YOU, AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME!!”

Your heart is beating out of your chest as your chest rises and falls with adrenaline.

“I’VE BEEN PATIENT. I’VE TRIED TO BE HERE FOR YOU. BUT THIS IS WHAT YOU ALWAYS DO, SANEMI!!! YOU WON’T LET ME IN!!!”

You know you need to stop. you know how easy it is to make Sanemi angry to the point of losing control. But you can’t. years of pent up desperation continues to pour out as you scream.

“I KNOW YOU’RE UPSET ABOUT GENYA, BUT FUCK, S-”

You’re cut off by Sanemi.

“DON’T YOU DARE BRING HIM UP!!!”

Sanemi’s breathing has gone impossibly ragged now, his chest rising and falling in sharp, jagged breaths as he tries to continue.

“YOU DON’T KNOW SHIT ABOUT WHAT I’VE BEEN THROUGH!! YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING, DAMMIT!!!”

Sanemi’s past the point of no return. He’s so tired. He’s been bottling up his feelings for too long. Hell, he’s been bottling them up his whole life. Unprocessed grief continues to flow from his mouth in the form of pure, unfiltered rage. Genya had called him a murderer. Maybe he was one. Maybe he *was* that low. He didn’t care anymore.

As you watch him choke on a jagged breath in preparation to continue his tirade, you cut him off. You’re also past the point of no return. You want to be rational, but you yourself have been bottling up your own feelings about this relationship and Sanemi’s unbreakable walls.

“YOU KNOW WHAT SANEMI, FINE! I GUESS YOU’RE RIGHT, HUH!? I GUESS I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE A MURDER, DO I???”

You know you’ve crossed a line.

But you don’t care.

Even as Sanemi’s jaw goes slack and the wild look in his eyes grows crazier, you can’t stop.

“MAYBE THAT’S WHY EVERYONE LEAVES HMM? IF YOU WEREN’T LIKE THIS, I’M SURE THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE WOULD STICK AROUND!!!”

You know you need to stop. But you’re too far gone.

“YOU TREATED GENYA LIKE GARBAGE AND THIS IS HOW YOU ACT WHEN YOU “MISS” HIM??!! AND NOW GENYA’S GONE. YOU’VE TREATED ME LIKE SHIT FOR WAY TOO LONG, AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE COUNTLESS TIMES I’VE IMAGINED LEAVING YOU TOO!!!”

Your voice cracks and you’re cut off by the sharp lump in your throat and the burning behind your eyes. You’ve gone so blind with rage, so much suppressed rage, that you didn’t even notice that Sanemi went silent.

You finally make eye contact, albeit for a split second, and that’s when you see it.

The look in his eyes.

For a second, it’s not even your Hashira.

It’s the broken teenage boy that was forced to kill his mother. The same one that had to watch the last of his family die in his own arms.

You jolt as a horrible sound slices through the silence of the room.

You can only watch in horror as Sanemi bursts into tears.

This isn’t the silent, shameful crying he was doing just minutes earlier behind the privacy of a locked door. This isn’t the terrifying, white-hot rippling rage he uses to deflect when he gets upset.

No, this is grief. It’s fear. It’s regret, it’s the guilt he’s carried his whole life.

“S- N-Nemi,” you choke out as you reach a trembling hand out to where Sanemi sways in front of you.

At the nickname, Sanemi fucking wails.

You have no idea what to do. Sanemi’s crying so hard he sounds like he can’t breathe. It’s fucking *terrifying.*

A loud crash rings out through the room as Sanemi falls to the floor, his back hitting the nightstand, breaking your favorite vase. The shards of ceramic fall around him, but he doesn’t even register what’s happening.

“F-Fuck, S-Sanemi,” you whisper. Your own body is shaking so bad you feel like you’re going to collapse with him. In a complete panic, you drop down in front of him and reach a shaking arm out, stopping just short of touching his arm.

Usually this is where Sanemi slaps your hand away.

You brace yourself for something that doesn’t come this time.

Your shaking fingers make contact with his shoulder.

Reality crashes down and it fully registers what you had just said to him.

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

In front of you, Sanemi’s clearly struggling to breathe. He has both arms around himself, His face contorted with the intensity of his sobs. He’s shaking so violently, you’re worried he might pass out.

He’s having a panic attack.

Your brain short circuits as you frantically think of what to do. You’ve never seen this side of him. It’s fucking *paralyzing.*

“N-Sanemi,” you start, your voice shaking so bad you think it might give out. “B-breathe, okay??Just in and out, yeah??”

You don’t even know if he can hear you at this point. his hands have dropped to the floor, right on top of the sharp pieces of broken ceramic. You wonder if he can even feel it right now, or if it’s intentional as a way to self harm. You know he uses his katana to cut himself on his missions. You’re not fucking oblivious.

“Oh my god… N-Nemi… Holy fuck… I’m so sorry, just breathe okay? Deep breaths in… Just like that…”

Sanemi chokes on another jagged breath that manages to claw its way out of his throat.

“Can you hear me Nemi? Can you hear my voice, baby?”

At the pet name, Sanemi chokes on another shuttering sob.

And finally… finally, he gets his breathing back under control.

Sanemi’s the Wind Hashira. You know that his loss of control around his breathing of *all* things is going to humiliate him later. But you don’t care right now. Your only focus is bringing him back to the world.

You move to grab both of his hands- They’re bleeding from the shards. They’re also freezing cold.

“That’s right, Nemi… Good job, baby… Just keep breathing, in and out, just like that… you’re doing such a good job…”

Usually, he claims to hate praise. You’ve always been a little skeptical about that specific claim because you’ve seen the way he needs to hide his expression every time you do, the little prideful “tch, shut up” he loves to do every time you so much as say something slightly kind to him.

Maybe he doesn’t hate it as much as he tries to pretend he does. Because it’s bringing him back down to earth.

You cup his cheek as his breathing starts to even out and his sobs slow to uneven little hiccups quieter tears.

You notice Sanemi look down at the blood pooling to where his hands are below yours, like he’s just realizing what had happened there.

“F-Fuck,” Sanemi whispers. “‘ ’m cold…”

Your heart breaks.

You remove your hands from his bloodied palms and wrap your arms around him, burying your face against his neck as you fight back your own tears.

You’ve never seen him like this before. So vulnerable, so… small. Sanemi says nothing as you whisper apologies into his neck, and doesn’t hug you back. Eventually, you pull away, wanting to get him off the floor and away from the broken vase.

“Baby,” you whisper. Let’s get you on the futon, okay? Does that sound good”

You feel him nod against you ever so slightly, and it’s all the confirmation you need to lift you both up off the ground and guide him to your shared futon. You can see Sanemi internally fighting with himself, and when you try to lay him down and put the blanket over him, he’s stiff as a board and still completely silent.

But it’s a start.

You climb right next to him, trying to wedge yourself in between his body and his arm, frowning when Sanemi moves it away from you, crossing his arms and turning his head the opposite direction- He won’t even look at you.

But at least he’s not screaming.

You give up and lay stiffly beside him in the bed. There’s a beat of silence before you start to speak.

“N-Sanemi,” you start. “I… I’m so fucking sorry,” you start, but you’re cut off when your voice cracks and tears start to well up in your eyes. Beside you, Sanemi stiffens. His head is still facing the opposite direction- you have no idea what facial expression he’s making right now.

“I… I shouldn’t have said that, it’s not true… you *know* it’s not true, I was just-”

There’s a bitter scoff from beside you.

“Tired of me? Mad at me?” Sanemi starts. “What else is fucking new. You’re right, everything you said… It’s all true, I-” His voice cracks, and you catch the slight hitch of his breath, even as he’s facing away from you. He crosses his arms impossibly tighter and stiffens up even more beside you.

You don’t have to see his face to know that he’s crying again. Silently this time. And this time, you are too.

“Baby… Oh god, Nemi, you’re not a murderer… I’m so, SO fucking sorry, I should never have said that to you… I didn’t mean a single thing, I prom-”

You’re cut off once more as Sanemi interrupts.

“Tch. Whatever. It’s fine. I’m over it, just forget it.”

Your face falls as another tear streaks down your cheek.

“No, Nemi, it’s not okay… you’re so much more… you’ve been through so much and I know how much it hurts… I wish I could make it go away, I wish I could turn back time for you…”

As you talk, you hear Sanemi let out a quiet, uncontrollable sob that’s quickly silenced by his hand. You chose to ignore it, not wanting to embarrass him any further as you continue.

“I… I just care about you so much, baby… and it hurts to watch you suffer… It hurts so bad… I can’t even imagine how much pain you’re in, and I just… It fucks me up so bad when you shut me out…”

He’s still silent beside you. After a few beats of silence, you pull at one of his crossed arms, trying to sneak your way under it. After a few pulls, Sanemi grunts and reluctantly lets you lay on him, his other arm quickly going up to wipe at his face before he finally turns his head so you can see his side profile from where you’re laying.

You take in his face. He looks terrible. His eyes and nose are red, his eyes swollen and lashes still damp from crying. But god is he beautiful to you.

“Nemi, you start.”

“I love you.”

“You watch as Sanemi’s face gets all pink. Cute.

He nods his head gruffly in acknowledgment, clearly fighting the urge to turn his face back to where you can’t see it anymore. That makes you giggle for the first time in a while.

At hearing your giggle, Sanemi groans.

“Shut up, brat.”

“Make me.”

At that, you see the most brief expression of interest cross Sanemi’s face. Anyone else would’ve missed it, but you know him. It’s gone as quickly as it had appeared, but you caught it. You giggle again, which makes Sanemi groan louder in frustration.

You swear you saw the tiniest little smile appear on his face.

I love you, Sanemi,” you whisper.

There’s a beat of silence, and then:

“I love you too.”

—————- END

GODDBDBXBDBSBD BRUH SANEMI JUST NEEDS SOMEONE TO FORCE HIM INTO BREAKING AND LETTING HIS EMOTIONS OUT JUST ONCE like 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 thank u for reading if u made it to the end 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 most likely gonna write a part 2 of the morning after 😏😏 I wrote this and it’s taken so long so I’m not gonna bother with any editing 2day okay peace

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caradevergaus-blog · 9 days ago

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Sanemi fic!

Sanemi x GN reader. Relationship is totally up to interpretation.

Angst + hurt/comfort, Sanemi cries. Like a lot. Probably for the first time in years. He misses Genya :((

TW for self harm, panic attack, mentions of physical and verbal abuse.

——————-

Sanemi doesn’t know how to cope. Life has broken him down, day in and day out- a game of survival.

But oh, how he cares.

He cares so much.

Too much.

———————

His impulsive behaviors skyrocket, and he pushes you away.

Hard.

The front door opens and you look up just as Sanemi wordlessly walks into your shared bedroom and slams the door. “Sanemi,” you call- to no avail.

And you don’t want to leave.

“Sanemi?”

No response.

And it fucking hurts.

With your fist curled around the doorknob, you tty to turn it, to no avail.

Locked- of course it is.

“Sanemi.”

You try a firmer voice. Maybe, just maybe he’ll actually let you in this time, right?

You laugh bitterly to yourself at the thought.

Trying to calm your erratic breathing, you bite out his name again.

“Sanemi,” you repeat, your tone much more belligerent than before. “Open the door.”

No response.

You clench your fists unconsciously, your hand reaching towards the handle again.

“Open the fucking door Sanemi!”

When there’s still no response, you snap. you’ve BEEN patient. You’ve BEEN understanding. It’s all too much.

“Sanemi, you have one minute to open this door before i’m picking this goddamn lock.”

Because you know.

You know the guilt he lives with every day. The fear of abandonment. The hesitance to love or be close, always afraid that he’ll lose someone else that he loves.

You grit your teeth, your hands clenching and unclenching around the doorknob before giving it an aggressive twist.

There’s a sharp snapping sound, and the knob falls to the ground, along with a few screws.

Damn. You broke that shitty door.

Without even thinking, you push past the cheap wood planks and step into your room. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness, but when you do, that’s when you see it.

Sanemi’s face.

You’ve never seen the look on his face.

You’ve seen every other emotion.

You’ve seen his features contorted in anger, in stoicism, hell- even in happiness on some fleeting rare occasions.

But this isn’t any of those.

Sanemi looks… like a cornered animal.

He’s shaking, his Hashira uniform disheveled, blood stained across the front and the sleeves, and…

Oh my god. Sanemi’s crying.

You’ve seen a lot.

But you’ve NEVER seen him cry before.

Well, he’s not anymore, at least. It was clear he must’ve been crying before you had come in, but right now, his expression is morphing into one of pure humiliation and… terror.

Time seems to stop as you stare at the tears streaked down his face and his glassy, bloodshot eyes.

“GET OUT!!!”

A violent yell tears you away from your thoughts.

In the split second it’s taken you to react, Sanemi’s scrubbed a hand across his face, gotten up off the futon, and is giving you the most terrifying expression you’ve ever seen.

“Wh- Sanemi??! What the hell’s going o-”

“I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!!!”

You instinctively take a step back as Sanemi screams at you. He’s standing over you now, shaking with a crazed look in his eyes.

You’re absolutely terrified. But you’re also PISSED.

For the first time, you do something different- You scream back.

“NO,” you yell. “YOU DO THIS SHIT EVERY FUCKING DAY!! I’VE TOLERATRD THIS FOR SO LONG, TRIED TO LOVE YOU, TRIED TO HELP YOU, AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME!!”

Your heart is beating out of your chest as your chest rises and falls with adrenaline.

“I’VE BEEN PATIENT. I’VE TRIED TO BE HERE FOR YOU. BUT THIS IS WHAT YOU ALWAYS DO, SANEMI!!! YOU WON’T LET ME IN!!!”

You know you need to stop. you know how easy it is to make Sanemi angry to the point of losing control. But you can’t. years of pent up desperation continues to pour out as you scream.

“I KNOW YOU’RE UPSET ABOUT GENYA, BUT FUCK, S-”

You’re cut off by Sanemi.

“DON’T YOU DARE BRING HIM UP!!!”

Sanemi’s breathing has gone impossibly ragged now, his chest rising and falling in sharp, jagged breaths as he tries to continue.

“YOU DON’T KNOW SHIT ABOUT WHAT I’VE BEEN THROUGH!! YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING, DAMMIT!!!”

“YOU KNOW WHAT SANEMI, FINE! I GUESS YOU’RE RIGHT, HUH!? I GUESS I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE A MURDER, DO I???”

You know you’ve crossed a line.

But you don’t care.

Even as Sanemi’s jaw goes slack and the wild look in his eyes grows crazier, you can’t stop.

“MAYBE THAT’S WHY EVERYONE LEAVES HMM? IF YOU WEREN’T LIKE THIS, I’M SURE THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE WOULD STICK AROUND!!!”

You know you need to stop. But you’re too far gone.

You finally make eye contact, albeit for a split second, and that’s when you see it.

The look in his eyes.

For a second, it’s not even your Hashira.

It’s the broken teenage boy that was forced to kill his mother. The same one that had to watch the last of his family die in his own arms.

You jolt as a horrible sound slices through the silence of the room.

You can only watch in horror as Sanemi bursts into tears.

No, this is grief. It’s fear. It’s regret, it’s the guilt he’s carried his whole life.

“S- N-Nemi,” you choke out as you reach a trembling hand out to where Sanemi sways in front of you.

At the nickname, Sanemi fucking wails.

You have no idea what to do. Sanemi’s crying so hard he sounds like he can’t breathe. It’s fucking *terrifying.*

Usually this is where Sanemi slaps your hand away.

You brace yourself for something that doesn’t come this time.

Your shaking fingers make contact with his shoulder.

Reality crashes down and it fully registers what you had just said to him.

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

He’s having a panic attack.

Your brain short circuits as you frantically think of what to do. You’ve never seen this side of him. It’s fucking *paralyzing.*

“N-Sanemi,” you start, your voice shaking so bad you think it might give out. “B-breathe, okay??Just in and out, yeah??”

“Oh my god… N-Nemi… Holy fuck… I’m so sorry, just breathe okay? Deep breaths in… Just like that…”

Sanemi chokes on another jagged breath that manages to claw its way out of his throat.

“Can you hear me Nemi? Can you hear my voice, baby?”

At the pet name, Sanemi chokes on another shuttering sob.

And finally… finally, he gets his breathing back under control.

You move to grab both of his hands- They’re bleeding from the shards. They’re also freezing cold.

“That’s right, Nemi… Good job, baby… Just keep breathing, in and out, just like that… you’re doing such a good job…”

Maybe he doesn’t hate it as much as he tries to pretend he does. Because it’s bringing him back down to earth.

You cup his cheek as his breathing starts to even out and his sobs slow to uneven little hiccups quieter tears.

You notice Sanemi look down at the blood pooling to where his hands are below yours, like he’s just realizing what had happened there.

“F-Fuck,” Sanemi whispers. “‘ ’m cold…”

Your heart breaks.

You remove your hands from his bloodied palms and wrap your arms around him, burying your face against his neck as you fight back your own tears.

“Baby,” you whisper. Let’s get you on the futon, okay? Does that sound good”

But it’s a start.

But at least he’s not screaming.

You give up and lay stiffly beside him in the bed. There’s a beat of silence before you start to speak.

“I… I shouldn’t have said that, it’s not true… you *know* it’s not true, I was just-”

There’s a bitter scoff from beside you.

You don’t have to see his face to know that he’s crying again. Silently this time. And this time, you are too.

“Baby… Oh god, Nemi, you’re not a murderer… I’m so, SO fucking sorry, I should never have said that to you… I didn’t mean a single thing, I prom-”

You’re cut off once more as Sanemi interrupts.

“Tch. Whatever. It’s fine. I’m over it, just forget it.”

Your face falls as another tear streaks down your cheek.

“No, Nemi, it’s not okay… you’re so much more… you’ve been through so much and I know how much it hurts… I wish I could make it go away, I wish I could turn back time for you…”

As you talk, you hear Sanemi let out a quiet, uncontrollable sob that’s quickly silenced by his hand. You chose to ignore it, not wanting to embarrass him any further as you continue.

You take in his face. He looks terrible. His eyes and nose are red, his eyes swollen and lashes still damp from crying. But god is he beautiful to you.

“Nemi, you start.”

“I love you.”

“You watch as Sanemi’s face gets all pink. Cute.

He nods his head gruffly in acknowledgment, clearly fighting the urge to turn his face back to where you can’t see it anymore. That makes you giggle for the first time in a while.

At hearing your giggle, Sanemi groans.

“Shut up, brat.”

“Make me.”

You swear you saw the tiniest little smile appear on his face.

I love you, Sanemi,” you whisper.

There’s a beat of silence, and then:

“I love you too.”

—————- END

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I doodled this last year and forgot about it lmao

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S: … Actually, you could at least thank me for giving up everything I do to pick you up from school, little brother.

G: ... 💢

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thinking about police officer Sanemi…

You heard the front door click open, boots scuffling on the ‘welcome home’ rug you’d placed in the doorway. You smiled as you got up from your spot on the couch, hearing the familiar jingle of his keys and his coat sliding off his shoulders before you turned the corner to see him.

His eyes were droopy, and his shoulders were tense. There wasn’t a day that he didn’t come home looking like that. But as soon as he saw you walking towards him out of the corner of his tired eye, it’s like that all melted away. “You didn’t have to wait up for me” he said gruffly, yet his tone was nothing but soft. You smiled and hugged him, squeezing him just tight enough to let him know that you’d stay up for him every night, no matter what.

He chuckled softly, his calloused hand resting against the small of your back before he finally gave in and hugged you right back, burying his face against your shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of your favorite perfume as those tense shoulders finally relaxed, if only a little.

For someone meant to keep peace, his life was unstable- always wondering if he’d make it through the day, always, under that thick skin and abrasive attitude, always terrified that one wrong move of his would get others hurt. But here, in your arms, dropping his bag to the floor on that silly little rug you’d picked out, he really was home.

The amount of effort I put into this aesthetic for some reason is wild

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Mermay Day 6 Bull Shark

(Sanemi and Genya are both bullsharks and look like the link below. Same artist who drew the Mer Kyojuro.

www.tumblr.com/yuki2sksksk/729457720679366656/listen-kny-mermaidpirate-au-but-the-men-are-the?source=share

I might use this premise for later Mermay chapters but with a different ending for a different character.)

Step. Step. Step. Step.

The walk along the shore was peaceful and enjoyable to someone who just wanted to walk alone and enjoy the cool waters of the ocean by themselves... Unfortunately you hadn't the leisure of having that kind of experience. You used to. Oh you used to. But ever since you ended up crashlanding upon the shores upon this stupid island.

It had been like any other day where you lived. You used to have a normal life. A small house, normal nine to five job working at the supermarket, and had normal hobbies for a young woman your age. Reading, going on nature hikes, occasionally fishing or going swimming in the nearby river since the ocean was a good hour away. So how did you end up here? Simple. You heard of a new tourist attraction being offered. A captain was offering boat tours to a big island that was rumored to be haunted by the ghost of pirates that died and most people avoided since it was abandoned anyways. It sounded rather interesting to say the least considering how mundane your life was. So you decided to save up your money and decided to go one day out of boredom. You didn't believe in ghosts so you'd either get a good scare or at least see a beautiful island you never saw before.

You wished you had just stayed at home now.

Because you had arrived and boarded that ship with at least six other people and the captain who promised the experience of a lifetime before departing. By all accounts it should've been just a five day trip. It took a whole two days to sail to the island, the captain would wait one day for you all to look around the small island, and then it'd take two days to return home. The fee was huge but it was enough for travel, food, and room and board. All in all worth it if it meant you could have a pleasant trip.

However your trip was anything but pleasant.

The first day into the trip was peaceful and serene as you watched the world go by. However when night came is when disaster struck. No one even saw it coming when they struck. There you were on the deck talking to another passenger about his work which was botany and enjoying the cool night air when the first lurch happened. One moment you both were talking about the different colored roses and then the next everyone was sent sprawling across the ground or desperately grabbing onto the nearest wall as what felt like an Earthquake happened beneath your feet. You hissed as you hit your side rather hard and looked up to wonder what the heck that was.

"What the hell was that?!," one man shouted clinging to the deck's railings for dear life.

"Nobody panic!" The captain called from where he cling to the steering wheel and tried to reassure everyone. "We must've just collided with a reef! The ship was built to handle such things. We'll pass right over it and ever-"

He never got to finish his sentence when the worst happened. Another lurch hit the ship as it dipped suddenly to the left and a giant cracking sound filled the air. It sounded as if a hundred planks of wood were broken at once and even now you still remembered it. Your whole world was turned sideways and the air was filled with screams and splashes as the boat tipped over, over, over-

And then there was a splash.

In an instant your entire body was soaked in saltwater as you were dunked into the dark ocean. Your body flailed in the darkness and bubbles rushed past your face as you screamed out under the waves. On instinct you kicked and pushed your arms up beneath the waves as you pushed upwards towards the moonlight. The surface broke as you pushed your head above the water gasping and coughing for breath hearing the groaning of the ship as it slowly sank down into the depths and the panicked sounds of the people around you.

"SIRENS!!"

Your head turned towards the scream only to see one of the other heads disappear quickly as if someone had yanked him under the water. That's when the panic settled in. You shrieked and did the only thing you could do. Swim for the sinking ship. At the very least you could get a floating piece of wood to keep yourself afloat until you could escape. Frantically you swam for it. Pushing your muscles to the max and had just grabbed the upturned dock when something latched onto your ankle. With another scream you were yanked under the waves and into the darkened depths. Down away from the moonlight as you made useless grabs at it until black clouded your vision and every went black.

When you woke up next you had found yourself stranded on an island and had woken up alone on a beach that wasn't the beach you first left. On a strange island you didn't recognize and no one else around you but a few pieces of wood to prove that night hadn't been just a nightmare. From there you had wondered the small island looking for anything or anyone else to help you only to discover that you were all alone.

All alone except for the creature that brought you here.

And he did not take long to make himself known. You in desperation had tried to make a fire on the beach in hopes perhaps a passing boat would see it and come rescue you when you first heard him calling from the ocean.

"HEY!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Jumping you whirled around and stopped seeing the face of white hair and dark eyes bobbing in the water frowning at you. "You'll set the whole island on fire you dummy!! Hasn't anyone told you not to play with fire?!"

"Wha- ..W-Who are you?!"

"I'm your mate! That's who! This is my territory and I claimed you after sinking that dam invading ship!! Hey! Where are you goin'?!" He called after you as you did the only logical thing in the moment.

You turned and as fast as you could hightailed it into the tropical forest the island had, ended up hiding behind a couple trees breathing heavily in fear at what you saw. What was that?! A siren?! Sea monster?! Whoever it was he was obviously the culprit and why you were stranded here. You hadn't come back out until it was dark and you found a pile of sea bass on the beach strangely in a pile. A gift maybe? You hadn't touched them instead choosing to go to the far side of the island to try and see if there was anything you could do.

From that day on you found out to spot him quickly. He was easy to spot because of the shark fin on his back. At first you were scared that sharks were circling the island too but without fail his head would always pop up right after the fin was spotted. And it was always the same encounter that followed. He'd smile scaring you with his sharp fangs and try to talk to you, offer you gifts(usually fish or seashells), or both. You'd just ignore him and run back into the woods. Once you tried to talk him into taking you back home or let you leave but he only seemed offended.

"This is your home now!," he insisted with a frown, "Tengen has a mate island too and he has three humans living on it! If you're just lonely I can ask if you can live there instead!"

You stopped talking to him after that which seemed to really make him angry. At various times the following weeks you'd hear him calling you or shouting angry curses from the water at different times of the day and night but you only ignored him which seemed to worsen his anger and shouting. Until one day for whatever reason you couldn't fathom the screaming and angry curses stopped all together. It was a trap. You were sure. A way to lure you to the water's edge for whatever reason. After four days of the continued silence your curiosity got the better of you and you found yourself walking to the beach. The beach was barren and nothing but a few seagulls were flying about.

However the beach was littered with things. Seashells and old fish of all kinds making you curl your nose up from the smell as the birds and crabs descended upon them. Gross. Was he just leaving you these things hoping to entice you?? Without a word you slipped back towards the other side of the island to escape the bad smell. The animals can have them for all you cared. Bur maybe this was a good sign and that he lost interest in you. At least you could now be in peace to hatch an escape plan. Unfortunately those holes were dashed when you saw the fin in the water and then a moment later his head popped up with a smile.

You stared at him before frowning and turning to leave instantly when he shouted out. "WAIT!! WILL YOU?! I GOT YA SOMETHING!!" In question you reluctantly turned to him and he held up an arm out of the water. Something sparkled from his webbed hand. "Look! It's a bracelet! Women love jewelry right?!"

You stared at him. "... Seriously? You're trying to bribe me with jewelry now?"

He frowned. "Hey! I had to trade Tengen a whole ass shark for this bracelet! Do you know how hard it is to kill a great white?! Be grateful that I was thinking about you!"

"I'll be grateful when I go home! You'll holding me hostage here! You don't even know me!"

"I like you! That's good enough! Will you just look at the dam thing?" He held out the bracelet swimming closer to the shore. "It's pretty ain't it?"

The bracelet was gold and studded with diamonds from what you could see. It was pretty and you never really had someone go out to hunt a shark for you before..and looking at him he wasn't that bad looking. Rough and full of scars but not bad looking. Immediately you shook those thoughts from your head and frowned again.

"It might be pretty but that's not the point. I don't like you like that."

He smirked. "Your red face says otherwise."

In an instant your face lit up brighter as you sputtered. "SCREW YOU!!"

"You want guppies too?...I mean I want a big family too bu-"

"IT'S A FIGURE OF SPEECH!!"

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KNY Incorrect quotes#143 Fun dad?

Caterpillars & Genya being Sanemi's Matchmaker for Soft!You-

Kiyo*Clinging to his leg with a grin* Are you gonna marry Mx.Y/n?

Sanemi*Has been trying to shake her off but gave up*Are you out of your gourd girl!? No! they just work with me!?!

Sumi: Plus you love them!

Sumi,Kiyo,Naho: You love them! you love them! You really really love them!, and you're gonna get married!!!, and we will be the flower girls, and genya the ring boy-

Sanemi: Okay, stop! That is a song of lies. I don't even like them! *Picks them up and gives the trio to Genya, who has been trying to stop the trio, points to the festival* Now go have fun!-

As the girls and Genya run off, but quickly return to hug Sanemi again

Trio: Almost forgot! Hugs!, Good luck in wooing the Mx.Y/n!

Sanemi signs but smiles, seeing them, and Genya walks off to meet the other young corps, but almost jumps seeing you now behind him

Sanemi: Ha, ha, ha! Kids...right? They're...funny

Soft!Y/n: Those children totally adore you, I bet you be a fun father~

Sanemi*Taken aback by your compliment and coughs into a fist with a cool demeanor* Huh... I am pretty fun

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𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖 𝑅𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑠 𝑈𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝑡 𝑁𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒

Sanemi x y/n: rough, unforgiving, voyeurism, aftercare, dom, possessive, nurse x patient

No Minors Interact

While recovering in the butterfly mansion; Sanemi’s nurse peaks his interest day by day. Even someone like him wanted her around him. He notices her shy flirting after a couple days in recovery. The way she would stare at his body before putting the clean wrap around his chest. She was staring at his scars but it wasn’t in a cruel way. To overcome so much and be powerful enough to be on the winning end of those battles. He was like a god to her.

𝐘/𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Being a nurse was very stressful. Especially when it came to taking care of that wind hashira. He always cussed at me when I changed his bandages. Grabbing my hand a little too tight when he was in pain. Making threats towards me if I bother him again. What was his deal. I always tried my best not to say the wrong thing. But no matter…. He was always so aggressive. Shinobu can look after him, maybe he will like her better.

You walk down the hall of the butterfly mansion. You dragged your feet the rest of the way to his room. You arrived in front of the door. Anxiety sitting in. You knew you couldn’t stand there forever. Knocking shyly before making your way in you were met by his stare. Only one person could make you lose all your words with just a look. Sanemi Shinazugawa.

“Hey! You going to come to give me my medicine or what,” his voice stern as ever. You couldn’t help but stare at him. He’s been covered in bandages for a week now. Seeing his chest just out like this made it hard to breathe. Hard to speak to him. The scars covering his body were so hot. Images of you tracing your fingers along them fogged your brain.

“Yes this is your last one,” you hand the medicine and cup to him. Watching him take his medicine you took this as an opportunity to speak. Seeing that he couldn't cut you off. “This will be your last day with me. I will be swapping with someone else for your last few days here.” He was silent for a couple seconds. Oh no did I make him mad?!

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

“Why!? I mean…you've taken care of me since I got here. Are you not going to finish what you started,” I tried my best to not look disappointed. I began to think back to how she has been helping me. Taking care of my bandages, bringing my food to me, giving me my medicine, and most importantly flaunting those hips of hers in front of my face. She was my favorite thing to look at.

“I don’t think you really can say I’m not finishing what I started. I just I don’t want to bother you and if there is someone else you-,“ she cut her words off as soon as I rose to my feet. A glimpse of fear running through her eyes. The closer I stepped towards her. The more panicked she became. I close the space between us. Slamming her back against the wall. I look down at her pretty face. Long h/c hair covering her eyes as she looks down nervously. She must be scared to look in my eyes.

“You don’t bother me. You’re not going to leave. You’re going to remain my nurse till I leave here,” my eyes search her body up and down. That tight little outfit she has on. Her breast flooding out the top. My favorite part was when I “drop” things on the floor for her to pick up. It never failed. Her short little skirt always rose up when she bent over. Exposing her lower bottom. Then her gentle voice telling me to be more careful next time. She does this on purpose. She makes me like this on purpose. I thought back to the times she’d come to clean my wounds. Her thighs spread out on my bed exposing her pretty lacy panties she’d wear. Prancing in that slutty little costume. She’s been asking for it for a very long time

“I must have made you go mute say something,” I grabbed her jaw tighter making her look in the eyes she’s been avoiding. She looks at me dumbfounded to be in this position she’s in now.

“I will stay.. Sorry for the request. I just thought you would like someone else better, sir.” She blinks at me through those long black eyelashes. There’s no doubt in my mind anymore. This sweet innocent girl act is exactly how it sounds. A act. My cock starts to throb. That look on her face. I’ll have to remember it to cum later. I let go of her after a moment, pleased at how submissive she became from my touch alone. I crossed my arms looking at her with utter disgust.

“I better get some rest. Don’t you have other patients to feed that shit to,” I spit out at her returning to the same tone she’s used to. She fixes her outfit brushing her hair behind her ears before looking at me. “Yes, sorry I’ll be going now. Please take it easy on your wounds even though they are healed up,” with that she walks out the room in a timid pace

W͟A͟R͟N͟I͟N͟G͟:̲ mature themes

𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵✿

𝐘/𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I stepped in my room looking every direction before closing the door. Letting out a deep breath in relief. My pussy has been so sensitive ever since that incident today. Why did he have to make my job so much harder. I’ve been dying to satisfy this urge all day. I lay on my back pulling down my panties. Spreading my legs as I finally touch my sensitive clit. Rubbing my sloppy cunt wit my fingers. I moan imagining Sanemi chest pressed up against me. Strong arms holding me down so he can tear my pussy up.

You swung your arm around your thighs pulling them together. Sticking your finger in your tight little pussy. Lewd noises echoed throughout the room. You must have been being louder than you thought because you never heard the door open..

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

His eyes widened at the sight. You looked so pretty fucking yourself on one of your puny little fingers with your tongue stuck out like a slut. His cock begin throbbing at the site, every vein bursting with blood. He knew he was going have to take you then and there. You made him this hard.

“I knew it..” I appear in front of her in seconds. Grabbing her hair up in my hand pulling her off the bed. Finally realizing her predicament she blushes embarrassingly choking on words to say.

“I thought- I- you’re supposed to be-“ A slap on her cheek stops her from speaking.

“Shut up bitch. You made me hard so you’re going to fix it. Besides, let’s not pretend like you’re not this wet for me,” a grin spreads across my face. I cant help but laugh at her pathetic state. I reach down rubbing my two fingers along her wet folds.

𝐘/𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Those pale purple eyes stared into mine. A moan slips out my mouth as Sanemi played with my clit. Being caught like this felt like a fantasy coming to life. His dominant aura giving me no choice but to obey him. I wrap my hand around his clothed dick. It was thicker than my whole hand. I began to overthink about this situation. But Sanemi saw this worry and used his other hand to caress my cheek sweetly.

“Don’t stress sweetheart. I’ll be delicate with you. I plan on using you for a long time. Don’t need to put you out of commission so quickly do we?” His words taunt me. But I couldn’t feel anything but the sensation pooling in the middle of my legs. I nod in agreement to his statement. I felt so needy for him. I grabbed his belt taking it off hurriedly. I needed him just as much as he needed me in this moment. After finally unclothing himself he strokes his cock in his hand. Lifting it up to show me every vein.

“If you don’t want me to hurt you I recommend you get it wet before I change my mind.” I open my mouth taking his fat tip in. It alone nearly filled up my mouth. I licked up and down his shaft pumping the rest with my hand. Lust overwhelmed me. Submissive to his whole being. He was so big, my hand couldn’t wrap completely around him.

“Don’t be such a tease. You have to gag on it a little,” his voice was almost demanding. I couldn’t even think before Sanemi was grabbing both sides of my face thrusting his cock in my mouth. Tears were prickling through my eyelashes. I’ve never had anything remotely comparable to him. He was so rough but I knew this wasn’t the full strength of him. He could really hurt me and be brutal if he pleased to. Thrusting in and out of my throat with such strength. There was nothing to do to stop him. Only half of his dick was in my mouth but it felt like I wouldn’t be able to speak for days if he forced anymore in. I placed my hand on his chest trying to get him to slow down. He just smirked at my pathetic attempt to control the situation. I was far too weak compared to him. He finally released his hold on me after brutally fucking my throat. My hands slapped the floor as I fell forward, choking on the spit that pooled my mouth. My throat was burning, sore from the assault on it.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

She was perfect. Drool pouring down her chin, panting with tears dried up on the side of her face. She was mine to take there was no denying me from her any longer.

“Take that slutty little outfit off and crawl to me,” I sat on her bed waiting for another hole to fill. I watched her strip, revealing her beautiful frame. Her ass was round and heavy at the bottom. She was perfect everywhere I looked, proportioned perfectly. It felt like my balls would burst if I didn’t get her fast enough. She obediently crawled to me till she made her way to my lap. I rested my hand around her throat making her come face to face to me. Even though I knew by her actions how she felt. I needed to hear it from her. I can’t allow her to be shy forever.

“You wanted this didn’t you? You wanted me to catch you fingering yourself. I knew halfway in here what you were doing sweetheart. You’ve been thinking about me.”

She stared into his eyes trying to find the words to say. This was the first time she’s came back down to earth since he’s entered her room. The first time she’s reminded she’s been wanting this as much as he has.

“Y-yes I’ve been wanting you for a long time now,” the sexual tension could be cut with a knife.

I can’t help but chuckle, satisfied at her confession. I have her now.

“Come here,” I pat my lap with my right hand grabbing her up with my other. She was on my lap now her pussy slicking my cock up. She was a whimpering mess grinding up and down on me. I couldn’t help but groan at how needy my little girl had become. I grip her hips halting her movements.

“I didn’t tell you to please yourself yet. There are things you need to know since you’re giving yourself to me so voluntarily.” I grab her face staring into her eyes demanding her full attention.

“You will say yes sir and no sir. You won’t cum till I tell you too. I will cum in you. And you’ll take what I give you no matter what you want. I don’t have time for bratty behavior. So do you understand that or do you want me to leave you here a dripping mess?” She didn’t even give it a second thought before she made her decision.

“Yes sir, please don’t leave me here. I’ll be a good girl and take it,” she wasn’t the same woman I met in that room earlier today. She was completely obedient almost like she was under a spell. Me pressing her against the wall making her so feel pathetic was just the start of me sinking my teeth in her. But now my mission is to take over her mind and body. There was no going back after this. I position my cock to her tight little hole. With my other hand I traced the bruises that formed around her neck.

“So beautiful-” my words cut off when my head wraps around her walls. It was like she was sucking me in.

“Fuck! You have the tightest little pussy,” I could barely control myself. She was already dripping all over me. My precum leaking out my cock mixing in with her wetness made it even harder to not slam all the way in her. I I promised I’d be gentle at first but I can’t stand it anymore. The tip was just the beginning after all. I was so overcome by this feeling I hardly heard the whiny noises she made. Her eyes were squeezed shut. This has to be the biggest she ever took. But no matter I will mold her pussy around my cock till it fits perfectly. I jerked my hips forward shoving a couple more inches into her. She flails wildly whining at the stretch. Her hands gripped my shoulders trying to pull herself off. But it won’t be that easy little girl. I dig my nail into her back side shoving her down on my cock with force. I could feel the tears streaming down her face when she burried herself in the crook of my neck. Even though she cried her eyes out, they weren’t the only part of her that got leaky. Her juices ran down my legs from her own. Even if she couldn’t take me with such ease. Her body was still begging me to take her anyway.

“Shhh. It’s ok y/n I won’t move so you can get used to me. I was going to be slower but you tried to run from me.” I stroked my fingers up and down her waist trying to avoid hurting her. It was a hard ask when you looked like this though. His cock imprinted through your stomach. Legs shaking violently while you sobbed like a little baby in the crook of my neck. God how easy you would be to destroy. Possibly as easy as it was to break you.

“Ple-please move it,” she whined desperately. I grab her plump ass in my hands guiding her up and down on me. Moans slip past both our lips. I felt myself becoming primal over her. Digging my fingers into her skin I fucked her body up and down on my cock.

“That's it take it,” I grit my teeth impressed at how she was taking all of me for once. Even though she still screams every time I hit her cervix.

“I I'm going to cum. Please let me cum sir?!?” She almost sounded panicked. Maybe it was the thought of what would happen if she did. Or maybe she just doesn't want to disobey me. Her tone too demanding for me though.

“Are you asking me or are you telling me slut?” I move my hand to her hip and the other one around the unbruised part of her neck. Watching the air leave her body while I rut my cock forcefully in and out her soaking wet hole.

“Cum for me. And scream my name while you do it or you'll be sorry,” I reward her freedom from my squeezing hand. She gasp breathing in air quickly. To my surprise she starts riding my long thick shaft she struggled so hard on earlier. This sudden change made me halt my own movements. Fuck- she was trying to take me down with her. Clapping noises echoed through the room as she bounced in the air and all the way back down. I knew she couldn’t stand it much longer but even this was getting me going more than usual. I couldn’t help the groans that slipped past my tongue.

“SANEMI!,” she came all over me triggering my own release. I bust all inside her thrusting in and out stuffing her with cum

𝐘/𝐍’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

As the intensity fades, I find myself lying there, still breathless, feeling the weight of everything that just happened. My skin tingles, every nerve on edge, but there’s a softness now in the air that wasn’t there before. My body trembles slightly from exhaustion, and I can feel the warmth of his presence close to mine.

Sanemi’s gaze is steady, no longer hard, but something gentler—like he’s trying to read me, make sure I’m okay. He pulls away from me just enough to look at me properly, his hand moving to gently tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

“You good?” His voice is still deep, but there’s a quiet strength to it now, softer than before. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

I shake my head, still catching my breath, but his eyes remain intense as he scans me, searching for any sign of discomfort. His hand moves to rest against my side, his thumb brushing over my skin in a way that isn’t urgent, but calming.

He sits up, pulling me into his chest with ease, his strong arms wrapping around me, holding me close but not suffocating. He lets me settle against him, his body warm, protective. I can feel the solid strength of him, and it’s oddly comforting after everything that’s happened.

“Listen, I’m not gonna leave you hanging,” he mutters low, his voice rough but steady. “You’re safe here. I got you.”

I take a deep breath, savoring the feeling of being surrounded by his strength. It’s like a shield, his presence filling the space between us with something grounding. The tension in my body starts to fade, replaced by the feeling of security.

His hand brushes over my back, his fingers firm but gentle, guiding me closer to him. I relax into his chest, hearing the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear.

“I’m fine,” I whisper, my voice still soft, almost like I’m still absorbing everything. I don’t need to say anything more—his grip on me says it all. He doesn’t demand anything from me now, doesn’t rush me to speak. He just holds me, as though protecting me from everything in the world.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Sanemi says, his voice deeper, but it carries a weight of reassurance. “I’ll make sure you’re alright. Just breathe.” His strong arms remain around me, steady and secure, his body still like a wall of comfort against mine. The softness of his touch contrasts with the masculine force of him, and somehow, it all comes together in a way that makes me feel safe. Not just physically, but emotionally, too.

I close my eyes for a moment, the exhaustion of the day catching up with me, but with him here, I know I’m in good hands.

“Stay,” I murmur.

Sanemi doesn’t say anything more. He just pulls me in tighter, his chin resting on the top of my head, offering the quiet strength that only someone like him could. His arms are like an unspoken promise: that no matter what, he’s here to protect, to keep me safe, to be there when I need him most.

And for the first time in a while, I can finally relax.

Authors note: I will be writing and posting a lot more stayed tuned and follow. Reposting from old account as well.

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caradevergaus-blog · 3 months ago

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🍉 shinazugawa brothers animation 🍃

dont stare too long bc then it looks a little silly

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caradevergaus-blog · 3 months ago

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Genya giving you a t-shirt from one of his favorite bands so you can wear it with him? Please! (it would be funny if it were one of those super scary and bloody band be "cannibal corpse"? PLIS!?) I LOVE GENYA METAL!!😭🗣❗️❗️💖💕

✶ ⋆ .˚꩜ .ᐟ ˙⋆

GENYA SHINAZUGAWA

a/n: hey guys if ur in a similar time zone to me its the 20th. of feb. which is like… my birthday. if ur not in a similar time zone to me then… it’s my birthday somewhere in the world.

c/w: fluff. pathetic descriptions of gore. genya is a loser.

Genya appears unusually nervous today. His eyes flit about, continually advancing from one spot to the next, and his leg bounces erratically, revealing his inner unease. Beads of sweat accumulate, gradually sliding over his skin, while a flush of warmth spreads across his cheeks, descending to his neck.

You sat in a perplexed quiet, your gaze scrutinising his anxious state. You couldn't help but wonder what might be weighing on his mind. The silence stretched uncomfortably, and you didn’t want to sit in it much longer. Yet, if something was bothering him, you didn’t want to make things worse by prying. You wanted to be supportive, but not overstep, not ruin the moment by pressing him when he wasn’t ready to share.

You paused, words hanging in the back of your throat, hesitant to break the silence. Your lips parted slowly, unsure where to begin, contemplating every potential notion before speaking.

“Genya–”

“I got you something.”, He quickly cut you off, his words sharp enough to make you stop mid-sentence. The abrupt interruption left you in a state of silence, unsure how to respond.

“What?”, You laugh nervously, your lips curling into a small smile almost by instinct.

He huffs, sitting straight and leisurely brushing his fingers through his hair. His movement an attempt to regain composure.

With a shift in focus, he turns his attention back to his bag, rifling through it with sudden urgency. His hands move hastily, as if finding what he's looking for might help dissolve the lingering tension between you. The rustling of the bag fills the quiet space, and you can virtually sense his yearning to get away from the discomfort, his motions becoming more frantic with each second.

After a brief moment of frantic rummaging, he finally pulls out a folded, fresh shirt. With a steadying breath, he places it neatly on the table, his movements more deliberate now.

“I got you. Something.”, He reiterates, his open palm gesturing to the garment.

You pause, momentarily dazzled by the display. He was something else, wasn’t he? He could be both unpredictable and captivating. There was something about him that had you on the edge of your seat, never quite knowing what he was going to do next.

Perhaps it was his boyish spectacle, the way he fought so hard to keep his cool despite his nerves, or maybe it was his subtle want to please you.

With a sigh, you reach forward and unfold the shirt, holding it up to examine the design. However, as you get a better look, the image on it makes you pause.

The artwork was unusually vivid, depicting a mutilated corpse with entrails extending from its body. Emaciated zombies feasting on the remains, their sunken eyes glowing with hunger. The detail created an eerily realistic and grotesque artwork.

The longer one stared, the more disturbing details emerged, as though the scene was alive, pulling the viewer into its nightmarish embrace…

Was this what had been making Genya so nervous? You couldn’t help but ponder while glancing at the unsettling image on the shirt. The grotesque scene seemed to pulse under the light, its vivid detail almost too real. But before you could dwell on it further, your attention shifts to him. He’s been fidgeting awkwardly, evidently waiting for your response. Maybe this gift is more personal than you realised—perhaps a favorite band? Or maybe it’s something deeper, his way of revealing a particularly peculiar interest, one he hadn’t yet shared with you.

Exhaling softly, you gently place the shirt back on the table, your fingertips linger for a moment before you pull your hand away. You pause, carefully choosing your words.

“Genya, it’s so…”, You trail, softly breaking into an irrepressible laugh. “...Ugly.”, You snicker, unable to suppress the amusement welling inside you. You watch as he huffs in embarrassment, evidently annoyed by your light-hearted response to the situation.

You pause to collect your thoughts, slowly exhaling as you regain your calm. You gently lay your palm on top of his, the touch pleasant and reassuring.

You offer him an affectionate grin, the warmth in your countenance conveying more than words could in that moment.

“I love it.”, You hum quietly.

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