#Shinazugawa x black female reader

[ripperdoc-is-daddy]

Ohagi and Chill Final

Ayyye! We are at the end of this part of Soft Boy Sanemi’s Journey! <3 Thanks for sticking around for the ride and TY for the encouragement! <3 I hope it was everything y’all wanted it to be!  Please be sure to check out other series and titles in my masterlist! Sanemi is also in an ongoing Mafia series and a Cyberpunk adaptation as well!  Till next time! <3  -Ripperdoc is Daddy

Below are links to the full Ohagi and Chill series. Enjoy! <3

 Before Ohagi Prequel written by @animupiglett​ ,   All’s Fair in Love and War        Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt 5.1, Pt 5.2  Sanemi as a L&D Dad.

~For those with wings, Fly to your dreams!~

TW:   Fluff, Wholesome, some non s3xual intimacy, some s3xual intimacy, snog session, brief mentions of nudity, brief mentions of discrimination, AAVE, swearing, s3xually suggestive content Reader is a black female, Insecure Soft Boi Sanemi, Proposal. Sexual content. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! PERMISSION TO REPOST, TRANSLATE, PUT ANYWHERE ELSE IN ANY FORMAT DENIED!

Waking up in the super plush bed you stretch, back sore from your activities last night. Sanemi enjoyed going rough just about as much as you enjoyed taking it roughly. Downside was that even if you soaked afterwards to soothe your muscles it still hurt in the morning. Groaning in displeasure you burrow into his chest.  “Stop fucking moving.” he growls out in his low, raspy, morning voice. “We need to get up and ready.” you speak agreeing with him about not moving but knowing you needed to start getting ready to head out. Today’s costume was far more elaborate than any of the others would be.   “ ‘nemi! Please get up. I love you and we need to get ready.” you butter him up and lick one of his nipples. “Keep that up and we aren’t going anywhere today.” he mumbled back to you. Pinching a nipple, you try again. “We need to meet up with everyone.” the reminder spoken between kitten licks across his chest. Now that got a reaction from him! He shot up, dislodging you in the process with a hasty. “OH SHIT!” as he launches himself up out of the bed. “Mm, you can stay in and rest up. I need to get ready. I got some things I need to take care of ahead of time. Do you want me to do your hair and makeup when I get back?” He asks you frantically. Stripping down for his morning shower and heading into the bathroom.   Climbing out after him you respond. “Uh, I mean you can. I won’t say no but why the sudden need to leave? What do you need to do?” you ask him concerned. “Nothing to worry about. I just need to pick some stuff up that I had ordered. Just a lot of waiting in a line. Don’t wanna bore you.” He says as he hops in the shower, hissing at the jet of cold water that comes out but starting a hasty lather anyways.   “That does sound boring. Aiight. I’ll just see you after you are done picking up whatever it is you got.” You say boredly, wandering back to the bed and flopping down. You are out like a light before Sanemi is even halfway through his shower. The warmth and comfort of the mattress and comforter too inviting and relaxing.   Sanemi finished up his shower and stepped out, hastily drying his body and hair off. Not doing his normal pampering routine he throws on his clothes and brushes his teeth. Speed walking out the bathroom he is surprised to see that you are fast asleep again, so he slows down so as not to wake you. Taking out his phone to take a sneaky picture of you.  Smiling at it and then he continues downstairs to put on his shoes. Opting to grab something to eat while he is out.   After putting on his boots, the frosty haired man paused to bolster himself one last time mentally then headed out.  Walking down the hallway and into the elevator he shoots a text to his group chat with Tengen and Kyojuro. Face in deep consternation as the 3 of them chat. Salt Bae: I am going to lock down the plan for today. You guys still know your parts, right? Peacock: Yeah :3 Flame Daddy: Fuck you, too early. Salt Bae: Why are you like this? Whatever. She is sleeping in the bed. There is food in the fridge and you can order room service, as far as I know the tv works and suite pool is also open. Yes, it is heated you flamboyant asshole. Peacock: Good Morning to you too, Sanemiiiii! A touch nervous are we? >,< Flame Daddy: Food?  ^0^/ Say less

Salt Bae: Yes, food. I am not nervous. I just have a lot to do in too little time and she is getting suspicious.  

Peacock: It’ll be fine. You’re doing it today right? Salt Bae: Yea

Peacock: Flashy and Flamboyant, correct? She deserves nothing less. Salt Bae: Is she my girlfriend or yours? Yes, Flashy and Flamboyant taken care of. It might be too much. Flame Daddy: I said, Say. Less. Salt Bae: Rengoku...

Peacock: Hey now! We are all friends here! We’ll keep your lady love occupied while you go about your shady business *o*/  

Flame Daddy: ((send picture of himself snuggling you in the hotel bed while eating a slice of pear)) SAY. LESS. Salt Bae: ...I hate you

Peacock: We love you too. Enjoy yourself!   Sanemi shoves his phone in his pocket and steps off the elevator, narrowly missing the people onboarding. Saying his apologies, he hurries off to his destination. It isn’t very far from where he is now but what he needs to do is intimidating for even him. Sucking in a deep breath he exits the hotel and sets off.   Meanwhile inside your suite, you were snuggling up something that smelled sweet but you couldn’t quite place it. It was solid like your man but not in the same way. Groping your hands across the presence your sleepy brain is trying to process when you are rudely interrupted. “I know we are friends but buy me a drink first.” a voice that cannot be mistaken for anyone but Kyojuro Rengoku greets you. Bolting upright in surprise you find yourself jerked back down by strong arms behind you. “Good morning sweetness! We wanted to see you first thing so here we are! Group hug!” Tengen declares from behind you.   Both men entangle you in their arms while you protest and try to scramble out. You eventually give up, there was no way you were going to match them in a battle of strength. Laying back down you give each of them a pouty glare while they nuzzle your neck and give you good morning cheek kisses. Tengen breaks apart briefly to grab a platter next to him and then offers you a piece of pear. “Open up. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, lovely.” Slowly you comply, biting his finger at the end and arning a smile from the man feeding you. “I’m into that.” he replies sultry causing your eyes to bulge and you back away into Kyojuro.  “Ooo! Threesome?” he inquires playfully. “NO!” you yell making a mad dash out the sleeping pit.   The two men laying in the hotel bed behind you erupt into laughter. “Sleep well?” Kyojuro asks you in between giggles. You glare at them and flip them off. “Yeah, why are the two of you here? For real.”  The men look at each other at your query which sets off alarm bells in your head. “What is ‘nemi up to?” you ask starting to worry.  “Something flashy.” The lighter haired, taller member of the duo supplies getting out of the pit and coming over to hug you. “Stop worrying. It’s just a bunch of boring pick-up shit. Some of your cosplay stuff wasn’t going to arrive in time so he is dealing with that.” he pushes you towards the bathroom and opens the door for you. “Get ready sweetness! You got a lot to prepare for and so little time.” He bullies you into the room before you can protest. Closing the door behind him and cackling like a mad man.   After shoving you in the room Tengen allows himself to fall back into the pit. “She is too smart for her own damn good. Think we will be able to distract her?” he asks concerned. Kyojuro shrugs and grabs the last few slices of pear off the plate, getting up after and climbing out the pit. “We might not really have to. You start up breakfast for her and I’ll help her into her costume for today. That should be enough to occupy her mind.” He says as he gathers up your outfit and some body tape that matches your flesh. Setting those items aside he rummages in your cosplay luggage to pull out your airbrush gun and some gold hair adornments as well as the syringes and hose.   “Pretty sure he is going to do her hair and make-up. He’ll get pissed you took away his time to gaze into her eyes soulfully. “The platinum haired beefcake comments offhandedly. Shrugging and heading down the stairs to start breakfast. “It’s really cute that he learned to do all this for her. Just remember to not reveal anything. “The blonde nods to the broad, retreating back and wanders into the bathroom, setting everything up for you.   Inside the shower you are massaging your scalp having already scrubbed down your body and wanting another reason to stay inside the warm water while you think. Sanemi had been acting weirder and weirder these past few weeks. You didn’t suspect him of stepping out but something was definitely off. Even Genya had started acting really odd a few days ago. Everything was hush hush and it seemed you were the only person left out. A thought that irked you to no end. If it was event related like you suspected then why weren’t you allowed to know? This was aggravating.   So lost in thought were you that you didn’t see or hear your safflower and scarlet haired friend enter the room.  It was only when you turned around to step out the shower did you notice him staring at you appraisingly that you realized you weren’t alone. A high-pitched scream rips itself from your throat and you jump backwards. “WHAT THE FUCK KYO!?” you demand shrilly.  Said man continues to stare at you pensively and shrugs. “Nothing I haven’t seen before. Just trying to map out how we are going to get you into this outfit. It’s really tight.” He looks back down at your outfit and you both wince.  “Where there is a will there is a way right?” you say bashfully and weakly.  The man in front of you nods and hums. “Let’s get to it then.” he says picking up a towel and offering it to you.   After two hours of spraying your body, waiting for the paint to dry, doing your nails, taping your nude skivvie and your breasts into place Kyo finally manages to get you into your costume. It’s not that there was a whole lot to it, quite the opposite. It was because there was so little to it that it was time intensive and consuming. The simpler something looked the more details there actually were. Subtle things that most people would miss on a more elaborate garment couldn't be missed here.  Your bestie left your hair and beat alone so that your man could have the privilege. Also, he was just better at hair and makeup period.   Walking out you tried to exude the confidence of your character but were too nerve wracked. This was waaay outside your normal wheelhouse but was something you had wanted to try for years. You looked amazing. That is what you had been assured by the blonde repeatedly but you weren’t sure. Heading down the stairs you suck in air as you head to the kitchen. Kyojuro barrels past you in the hallways as he scents breakfast. Peaking your head around the corner into the kitchen you see Tengen plating up 3 servings of something. You can see veggies and wonder what the hell he is doing. You know he knows you are there because the blonde is down here but he continues to let you hide. Setting the table with your other friend. Coming back to grab some Guava juice and set that down on the table as well before leaning against it and looking out the windows.   “Come on out beautiful. You cannot hide forever. Eventually you are going to have to show us.” he says casually. You shrink back in the hallway not sure. “You look fabulous and Tengen made steaks!” Kyo supplies while also leaning against the glass top. That caught your attention. Rushing out the hallway you head over to the glass top and ebony legged dining set.  The men halt you before you can sit down. The taller of the two grabs one of your hands and twirls you around. “Looking good. Looking really good. Sure you don’t wanna be my fourth wife?” he asks you seriously.   You cut him a look and he smirks backing off, still admiring your body. “What was she worried about?” he asks Kyojuro who shrugs. “Everything. I told her she had nothing to worry about but she didn’t believe me.” the two men banter about you to your face and you flip them off. They smirk at you and blow you kisses. “Turn around for me again, sweetness. I wanna get a better look.” Tengen requests of you. Nodding your head and taking a deep breath you comply.  

Spinning slowly, you show off your outfit. Your legs have thigh high, ankle cut off tights on. They are in black with red laced hurricane lilies on them with dark grey shadows. The cuffs are the same dark grey. Going up, strapped to your thigh is a grey tactical pouch. Inside you had sugar tabs and small vials of vitamin shots. Just incase you needed them today or your companions. Might as well make your cosplay functional.  Your bottoms are bikini- thong style. The fronts match the pattern on your tights perfectly repeating the same pattern as your tights. An imitation Blood-spattered Obi with broken stylized windmill fan pattern is tied around your otherwise bare midriff. Discreetly taped against your skin to give it support and helping it stay in place. The 4 tails of the obi fan out behind you, reminiscent of windmill blades turning in the wind. Held in position by internal wires. It wasn’t super light but it wouldn’t be unbearable to wear for the day. The crossed halter bikini top repeats the same pattern from your bottoms and tights. A light grey H-style harness goes over your shoulders and holds the oversized syringes and with tubing attached. Each translucent filament tracing your arms, to fit Freddy Krueger styled hand gauntlets with needle tips. The tubing is just long enough to not tangle and still give you full range of movements.  Across your face is a black mask with gunmetal grey tubing running up and down it. It loops behind your ears comfortably. Kyo had added a small unnoticeable cushion to the top part of your ear so that over the course of the day the mask wouldn’t dig into your skin.  To top everything off, Kyojuro had masterfully sprayed your body using the air gun to highlight your legs, arms and exposed parts of your torso. You looked fine as hell.  Your nails were done to match the pattern on your Obi. Blood splatter and all.  That had taken up most of the time. They were predone by him in advance but he had some finishing touches to do with gold flecks. Your contacts were in and they were red and gold cat eyes to go with Toge’s rage mode since this was what she looked like when she was in her Rebellion Prostitute peak form.   The two men clapped and cheered at you. Wolf whistling and telling you how amazing you looked as you finished up your spin. Their praise raising your confidence levels so you posed earning you playful predatory grins from both of them that you cut off with an “Aht-Aht!”. Tengen pulls out a chair for you and does a sweeping bow as a silent request for you to sit down. Kyojuro mimicking him on the other side, just not pulling a chair out for you.  Blushing you take your seat and your taller friend brings you silverware while the blonde drapes a black hair cape across you. “So, you don’t mess up your clothes.” he informs you.  Nodding in approval you smile up at him and he goes to take a seat across from you. The taller man returns with silverware and gives everyone their sets before sitting at the head of the table.   The three of you dig in discuss what you wanted to do for the day. Y’all are chatting animatedly when Sanemi shows back up carrying a few packages. He stares at your trio at the table with narrowed eyes. “Why aren’t the two of you dressed?” he asks your companions. Kyo flips him off and leans back in his chair, his steak and veg already finished long ago. Tengen ignores your boyfriend and flicks your nose. “Time for your makeup, beautiful. On with it.” he chides you, standing up and pulling your chair out. Blushing you stand up and keep the cape on. Making your way passed your love, down the hallway, up the stairs to wait for him in the bathroom.   The other two men stretch and clear of the table while Sanemi unpacks the packages, handing your friends the contents in BNY themed bags. Nodding to each other they pat him on the back and exit. He sucks in a deep breath and makes his way to the loft. Pausing as he sees that Tengen had set aside a plate for him, wrapped up in tin foil.  He lifts a corner and steals a piece of broccoli. Humming at it’s deliciousness, he grabs the plate and provided silverware and continues his trek.  Setting the plate down on the couples dining set overlooking the balcony of the loft he uncovers the plate and shovels some veg into his mouth. Hastily chewing as he gathers up his costume parts and enters the bathroom, stripping as he goes.  You are waiting for him sitting on the sink vanity.   “Took ya long enough.” you chastise him. He glares at you as he comes over to wash his hands. “There was a line and then I needed to grab something to eat. I didn’t think your friends would make food for me as well since I was already out.” he says as he sets up what he needs for your makeup. Staring at your face for a bit he takes your phone off the stone surface and pulls up a picture of your character. Nodding to himself he grabs the air brush gun, cleans it out then loads it with the color he needs. Setting it down he gives you a quick kiss. “I love you.” he says quietly, eyes closed, leaning on your body.  “Mmm, I love you too ‘nemi.” you reply stroking his hair with clean hands. Having washed them when you got to the bathroom.   After your moment he sets to work. First evening your skin tone then bringing up the gun, instructing you to close your eyes as he goes to task. It’s cold af but the results are worth it. Sanemi alternates between the air gun and traditional brushes. When he is finished, he tells you to open your eyes and look up so he can do your bottom lid. You comply and he finishes up with top and bottom falsies. Adding the mascara and a matte setting spray at the end. “Don’t look. I need to do your hair.” he commands with explanation. You nod and fought your curiosity to see how your face looked. Sanemi flicks your covered shoulder with a finger as he sees you haven’t done your morning hair care routine and just let it air dry. Swearing at you he grabs a bottle of moisturizing; leave in conditioner he sets to work covering your hair down in product. Massaging it in after. Washing his hands, he texts your companions on your phone to hurry it up and meet y’all back in the suite once they are done changing then setting your phone down. Working your hair into Senegalese rope twists.  Careful to not pull at your scalp or jerk you around while his hands busy themselves in your hair. Once done he takes from the back to put up in a bun letting the front twists frame your face. Using a bright red 4c safe hair tie to bind the bun up. Adding in the gold clasps to the front of the band to hide the tie and on the twists themselves to give a regal appearance.  3 golden hair pins stick out from each side of your bun and a golden fan like pin is tucked into the center of the band.   You. Look. Like. Royalty.  He whistles at his work and gives you a quick peck on the lips. “You look amazing, My Queen.” he drawls our sexily.  His eyes are getting dark as he imagines some inappropriate things, he could do with you looking like that bend over the countertop.  You have a pretty good idea of his thoughts as you watch him lick his lips absentmindedly. Snickering to yourself and breaking his trance. “Yeah, yeah. Off the counter. I need to get ready.” he barks out, embarrassed at his reaction.   You hop down and snicker behind his back as you step back to give him space. “What was in the packages?” you ask him while he works on his liner after washing his hands. “Parts of my costume, Toge’s rings and some additions to my gauntlets. Basic shit.” He told you knowing it wasn’t the complete truth but still not a lie.   He leans forward and gives you a quick peck on the lips. Winking at you he walks away to go and put on his uniform. It’s a black baggy jumpsuit with dark green and orange accents on the pockets, zippers and elastics.  His shoulders have the organization's logo on it in dark green. There is a black cowl that is attached to the neck that he chooses to leave down. Sanemi straps on the orange holsters and incendiaries.   He grabs two dark green thigh holster and two smaller dark green pouches. Adjusting the sizing he puts the thigh holsters on his thigh, connected by a military style woven belt.  The smaller pouches he straps to his lower calves, testing them flexed and relaxed.  Satisfied they fit well he walks over to you and kisses your cheeks.   You lightly push against his ribs whilst smirking. “Better hurry up, time’s ticking.” you warn him as you exist the bathroom.  Sanemi stares at your ass as you walk away from him and he makes a grabbing motion behind you. “You sure you don’t want to just stay indoors? I can think of several things we can do that don’t involve others.” he calls out after you. He is taking long strides to catch up.  “You did go through all the effort and trouble. We may as well show it off.” you tease him as you walk down the staircase.  

Your lover grabs both of your phones and heads down after you. Beelining it to the sofa where the other packages were.  You were just picking up a small wooden box when he snatches it out of your hand roughly. “NOT THIS!” he yells shoving the box into one of his pockets while turning his head to avoid looking at you. “The other smaller boxes are your rings. This is for later.” he mumbles and storms away. You give him a serious side eye as you watch his make space between the both of you. “Oookay then. “ you say confused about that reaction.   The rest of your prep time is spent putting on your rings, adjusting the tubing on you person and getting his gauntlets and boots on. For some reason ever since you found that box he has gone as frosty in attitude as his hair looks. You let it roll off your shoulder attributing it to another one of his famous mood swings. Crossing your fingers you hoped for the best outcome as you headed out with your arm entwined with his.   The pair of you met up with your besties Kyojuro and Tengen who also took note of your love’s drastic change in attitude. At first they played it off like something normal but three hours into your group being out he was still sour in disposition.  The tallest member of your quartet must have felt your rising irritation at Sanemi’s attitude because he grabbed the shorter man and tugged him off to the side with a quick “We’ll be right back! Just gonna have a lil’ pep talk!”  yelled out behind him.  Kyojuro nodding and guiding you away from them.   Which is exactly why you found yourself eating at a fancy crepe shop with said blonde. You had ordered 2 crepes and a banana split for yourself. Kyojuro had gone to town and ordered at least one of everything off the menu. The mountain of sugar in front of you had you cringing but whatever floats his boat. Not like you weren’t eating away your frustration at your lover man’s behavior. “He was perfectly fine earlier. Why is he being such a jackass right now?” you wondered aloud, glancing over at Kyo whose eyes were fixated on you like a hawk. All of his usual mirth gone.   “Do you love him?” he asked you out of the blue. “Uhhh...where is this coming from?” You are caught off guard by his random ask. Tilting your head, you shovel a bite of the banana split into your mouth. “Do you really love Sanemi?” he asks you again, just as serious as the first time.  The atmosphere of the table changes and you began to feel uncomfortable. “Yeah, I wouldn’t say it unless I meant it. Why are you asking me this?” you fire back after answering his initial question.   Kyo nods his head and closes his eyes. One more head nod and he opens his eyes, leans forward with haste and give your finger guns. “Just checking my friend! The two of you seemed to have had a spat.” he offers as an excuse.  Your gut is telling you that he is deflecting from something but you let it slide. Your partner in food crimes beams at you from across the table and dives into his food. Which he somehow manages to eat it all and not make a mess. You were impressed.   The blonde stands up and goes to clear off the table while you touch up your makeup in the restroom. When you come out there is a lot of excitement in the tiny shop. Fishing out your phone you had gotten back from Sanemi earlier you call your friend and ask him to meet you outside. You both agree that is the best plan and you wander out. You are making a call to your boyfriend when you run smack dab into a solid muscle mass. Looking up you expect to see Tengen but instead you crashed into the voice actor for Kat Explosion.   Your brain runs on autopilot and you apologize profusely for running into him. He chuckles and places a hand on your shoulder and guides you through the crowd saying it was no biggie. He is just happy he could run into a cute woman such as yourself. All in character voice which makes your insides melt.  You are trying to wrap your head around being in direct contact with one of your favorite voice actors when your eyes lock onto your character’s voice actress.   “EEEEE!” You cheer in a high-pitched squeal. Hands coming up to cover your mouth as the shock of seeing both of your all-time favorite VA’s happens.  Kat’s VA is still chuckling as he guides you to the woman who extends a hand out to you for you to shake it. You do so enthusiastically then apologize for being so overwhelmed.  Both of them chuckle and you blush furiously.   Your eyes catch movement and you look up to see your friend Gyomei standing behind some of your other friends off to the side. Something that confuses you because you could swear Gyo said he had to work and  Misturi said she had a super-hot date to attend.  You are about to say something when Toge’s voice actress gasps behind you and Kat’s VA looks shocked. A quiet has descended over the area and you look around to see what is up. Spotting Tengen and Kyojuro you open your mouth to speak but they both point behind  you so you turn to see what is going on.   And your mind is empty. Kneeling in front of you now is Sanemi, fully dressed up at Kat Explosion holding out the wooden box, now open to show the perfect ring.  His eyes are open and he is staring directly into yours. Neither of you speak for a good ten seconds and then he clears his throat.   “I know we didn’t meet under the best circumstances. Thanks to an autocorrect error I started out hating your guts. “ he begins letting all his irritation he used to feel bleed out into his features. “But thanks to your idiot friend Tengen and your own persistence I came to see you had a good side. Probably worth having a redo.” He begins to blush and clears his throat again trying to suffocate his nerves. “Under Gyomei’s advice we went out on a date. And another and another and I came to see you as something more. A person I enjoyed spending my time with and learning new things with.” Behind Sanemi you catch sight of Shinobu and Giyu watching with rapt attention. Kocho had mischief in her eyes and Giyu’s were slightly glassy.   Your attention is drawn back to your man as he continues on. “I was truly content to just keep our relationship what it was until I saw how you handled my brother’s impromptu arrival and subsequent move in. You welcomed him like he had been your family this entire time and it made me realize that,” he took a deep breath as he paused and stood up, standing slightly taller than you.  He takes one of your hands in his and gently brings it up to his lips. “I had started to see you as my family.  As the woman that I wanted to spend my life with. Someone I could make a future with and have little brats with. “ His eyes close and he nuzzles your hand. His warm breath sends goosebumps up your arm. “I actually bought the ring a year in advance but couldn’t ever work up the courage to propose to you.” The crowd begins to go “Awwww.” at his admission. Everyone’s emotions running high, a few people had tears forming or running down their faces. “But then Our God of Festivals and Flashiness presented me with the perfect opportunity.  We both bonded over Boku no Yaiba that first night together and it was fitting to incorporate that into uh...this.” He blushes a deep, furious red and his shoulders start to hunch up as his nerves begin to consume him. “YOU GOT THIS!” “I BELIEVE IN YOU ANIKI!” “MMMM!” you hear the Kamaboko squad along with Genya cheering your love from somewhere in the crowd.   Sanemi opens his eyes and rolls them before looking at you with unrestrained love and adoration in them. He lets go of your hand and strokes behind your ear. “Originally, I was going to do this alone but then I realized that we would never have gotten to where we are now without the others.  So I asked everyone to come and help me ask you...” His fingers come up underneath your chin and he tilts your head towards his and brings his lips close enough to dance over yours. “Will you do me the honor and be my bride, wife and partner in life?”   Once again, the crowd is silent minus the squeaks of surprise from Mitsuri and Toge’s VA.  Your eyes are watering and you reach out to stroke your lovers' cheeks with both your hands. “I love you so much.” You whisper, barely audible.  A few in the crowd crane their necks to hear. “I accept. I’ll marry you.” you say happily. Your hands slide to the back of his head. “Bitch.” you finish off then kiss him.  His hands go to cup your ass and he hikes you up with your legs wrapping around his waist.   The crowd erupts into cheers, laughter and praise! You pay no attention to any of that because holding you is the man you love who you have chosen to spend your time together with. He lets you slide down against his body, picking up your left hand, he slides the ring on it. Ducking his head behind your ear he whispers huskily into it. “I love you too. Mrs. Shinazugawa.”                                                                                    Fin

[sunshineman2-0]

Art Teacher! Reader x Math Teacher! Sanemi Shinazugawa (X Science Teacher! Kyojuro Rengoku)

Tw: Shinjuro being a jerk, more of Shinjuro being that of a black father (personal experience thank you, o its pretty accurate), cursing, me being a lame ass... (you'll see what I mean...)

Reader is black female

Modern AU

Uh... this is turning into a Sanemi x Reader x Kyojuro thing... You know who you are... But thank you for that comment

Any flashback, or P.O.V changes are obvious (to me at least), but if not let me know and I'll fix it so it is...

Chapter 3: Baby Steps... Or Quantam Leaps

Sanemi stood in his kitchen, rubbing his eyes, pressing thr button on the electric kettle... Just boiling water for his peach tea... Genya was eating cereal, eyeballing the box. Avoiding eye contact with his older brother... Some rumors had been going around the school for the past few weeks.

"Are you dating her?"

Genya blurted out, cringing at the look his brother gave him. The younger Shinazugawa could always bare his brothers looks, but certian subjects required him to only do what he just did... Which was just to say what was on his mind. Sanemi was quiet... But still wore a look of "You got some damn nerve", though he didn't say it...

"Well?"

Genya looked at Sanemi. Who had suddenly gotten all interested in his electronic kettle.

"You can't lie, and I've heard all the rumors... All of the other teachers thought that Rengo-"

A glass shattered, and a low growl emanated from by the sink... Genya closed his eyes, trying to ignore the irritation flowing off his brother...

"Who did you hear that from?"

"Just some of the other students... They..."

Wiping down the counter and cleaning up the class, Sanemi rinsed his hand and wiped it, turning to his brother.

"She and I... We aren't dating..."

~~~~

You sighed, poking your sandwich, then looking up at the cafeteria. None of the rowdy children where at this lunch period. Kyojuro sat next to you, alert as usual. You blinked at him, how does he keep that smile on his face? The pair of you shared this lunch block, the pair of teachers that were in charge, often switching every week. Apparently you were staring at him, he frowned a bit as he looked at you.

"Miss (L/N)? Are you not hungry?"

He was always kind enough to let you eat first. You huffed and shook your head,

"Not really... Tell me. What are you and Mr Uzui up to?"

Kyojuro laughed, hard. It made you pout at him and take a bite out of your sandwich.

"Tengen and I aren't up to anything!"

You'd been at the school a few weeks, not alot of the other teachers were easy to read... But Kyojuro wore his heart on his sleeve. And now he was sweating. Given the man was a fucking furnace, but he never, ever sweated like this.

"Kyojuro."

He smiled broader, if possible.

"Rengoku, talk."

He was shaking like a leaf in the wind.

"Kyojuro Rengoku. If you don't talk I know your little brother, Senjuro will."

The sweet boy seemed to have a soft spot for the newest art Teacher. He was always staying late and trying to help her out. Kyojuro frowned at whatever thought was going on in that empty head of his. You huffed again and pinched his arm.

"Ow!"

Kyojuro let out a whimper, and rubbed his arm. It didn't hurt, he had too much muscle for it to hurt, but it did get his attention back to you.

"Are you gonna talk?"

He shook his head at you, as the bell for the next block started. Standing up and making a bee-line for the double doors, Kyojuro was gone before you could pester him more. You wrapped up the left over sandwich and helped herd the children back to their classes. After shutting your door, you took a look at your class. Senjuro was going to be in the next period. You nodded, starting the lesson for the day.

~~~~

Senjuro stepped into your classroom bright-eyed and happy to see you! Art was one of his favorite subjects! Well aside from Japanese and English. He wanted to be a teacher after all. A future scholar. He set his books and other supplies down, when you approached him, he gave you a sweet, innocent smile. But you had this look of determination on your face... And it made him a little nervous.

"Senjuro. Do you know what your brother and Mr Uzui are planning?"

Senjuro frowned at this... He remembered Kyojuro and his father talking about you...

"Ah, I dont know if Mr Uzui is planning anything with my brother but he and Father were speaking last night. Something about you..."

🔥🔥🔥🔥

"Father."

Kyojuro sat next to Shinjuro, who wasn't drunk... yet.

"What boy?"

"Did you have any competition when you wanted to court my mother?"

Shinjuro blinked and shook his head.

"Nope. I wasn't always like I am now... But when it came to your mother... She... I was..."

He grew quiet for a moment, then fixed his eldest son with a squint,

"Why are you askin? You got someone you like?"

He never figured his son, to be attracted- well at least not to women. He didn't have a problem with it... And it seemed like he spent all his time with that flashy man... What's his name? Didn't matter, Shinjuro was more concerned with who his son was interested in...

".... She's... She's the new art teacher..."

She? SHE? OK!

Shinjuro set his sake aside and smiled. It was the first time he'd seen Kyojuro nervous.

Not when he graduated, and didn't know what to do.

Not when he left the country, to go backpacking with that flashy man.

Not when he returned home, and went back to collage, graduated from that, became a teacher, had to break up a school fight his first day, and got clocked because of the fight.

This... This was different. Shinjuro crossed his arms. Prompting his eldest son to talk about her. Kyojuro licked his lips... Hesitant to have this kind of talk, for once, with his father...

"She... I..."

Kyojuro's eyes met his father's.

"She sets my heart ablaze."

~~~~~

Senjuro shook his head.

"But I was too drozy to remember, I'm sorry, Miss (L/N)."

You patted the boy in the head. Sighing, of course Senjuro wouldn't give out his brother... But it wasn't his fault, school was coming to the middle of the year and everyone including the teachers, were ready for the break coming up... As the other students poured in, Sanemi followed the last student inside. He took a seat towards the back, giving every student a glare. Then looked at you, waving his hand and crossing his arms.

You nodded at him, choosing to ignore his presence for now, you started to write.

"I hope everyone remembers the last class. Because now we'll be studying a little bit of Modern Art."

Pulling down the projector and booting up your computer, you started to show different examples of Modern Art, asking the class which artist had photographed, or painted each work.

This continued for the next ten minutes. After closing it down, you asked every to open their books, finishing reading the current section on Van Gogh. Once you started to take out some supplies for them to begin painting with, Sanemi stood up and started to help you pass things out...

It was odd, but most welcome, as the students started to finish the reading portion. You gave the math teacher a small thank you smile, which he didn't return, but he nodded instead to you. Every so often he'd pass by you, bumping into you with his shoulder. It was a soft lil bump, and he ment no harm...

~~~~~

This was Tengen's fucking idea... Sanemi wanted to slap himself in the face...

"Listen to me!" He said, "Its a good idea!"

Ugh... Sanemi should've just let his little brother tell him what to do... And here as of lately, Kyojuro had been avoiding him. Not even accompanying the loud, flashy idiot... It was weird, but Sanemi had a few problems of his own to deal with... Class ended too fast, he didn't even have time to notice you packing up. Once he did, he saw the younger Rengoku talking to you... So he decided to stay put...

"And I hope you can pass your test next week Senjuro!"

You giggled at the boy, patting him on the head, and turning back to your desk. As if some kind of shit magic, Kyojuro walked into the room.

"Senjuro, are you ready to go? I'm a bit hungry so-"

He paused, looking Sanemi in the eyes. His eyes didn't have that usual blankness to them... There was a quiet challenge, it made Sanemi pissed.

Was he challenging him over her?

(Y/N) was ignoring the pair, her attention still on Senjuro, who had grown quiet, and was looking from one male to the other.... Genya poked his head through the door,

"Brother? Are- oh! Miss (L/N)! Do you need some help?"

You were heaving a box in your arms, some papers from earlier in the week you hadn't gotten to grade.

"Ah no im-"

Both men moved towards you to help, but you turned your back to them, almost snarling at them. Instead, Senjuro stepped to your side, gently taking the box from you.

"I've got it! I don't mind helping!"

You smiled at the boy and then gave to two other teachers a glare. Sanemi jabbed a thumb at Kyojuro. Then glared back at you. Kyojuro only hung his head a bit before, cracking a smile at you again.

"I'll help walk you to your car then!"

Pushing Sanemi back with a shoulder, he moved to your side. Sanemi moved back, and stalked to the door, snatching Genya up. Now dragging his sibling into his classroom. Angrily throwing things into his bag, he looked up when Tengen pranced into the room, with his hood down.

"How'd it go?! Did you feel her up?"

Sanemi wheezed, he was so pissed off he couldn't speak!

"Uh.. I dont think so. But Senjuro and Mr Rengoku are walking Miss (L/N) to her car now..."

Genya spoke up as his brother caught his breath.

"FUCK NO! WHAT THE HELL?! YOU TELL ME TO GO ALONG WITH YOUR BULLSHIT AND HE JUST COCK-"

He stopped himself, trying to compose himself.

"I was going to help, but your best friend came out of nowhere. What the hell?"

Tengen just cocked his head.

"What?"

~~~~~

Tengen and his wives knocked at the Rengoku residence. He was going to get to the bottom of this. Why was his best friend acting so weird?

"Who is it?! Damn it. I'm trying to eat dinner... if it's one of those newspaper people I'm beatin his ass!"

Tengen rolled his eyes at his wives, Hinatsuru shrugged at him, Suma hid behind him, and Makio crossed her arms. Shinjuro opened the door and frowned deeper than usual.

"Great. It's you. What do you want?"

Tengen pushed past the older male, and into the house.

"I want to speak to Kyojuro. I need to know what his problem is. He's been acting odd...."

Shinjuro just moved to the side. And slammed the door shut. He locked it and waved the guests towards the dining room.

"Kyojuro. Your loud ass friend is here. Mutherfucker, call next time. I dont like people coming here unannounced."

Kyojuro smiled as his friend entered the room, taking a seat next to him.

"Tengen! How-"

"No! No formalities! What the hell is your problem!? I'm trying-"

Senjuro timidly set the table for their guests and Tengen quieted down, as to not to spook the boy in his own home.

"Im trying to set that asshole up! And your ruining my plan-"

Kyojuro set his plate down, which was empty now, and fixed Tengen with a look.

"I never agreed to help you with setting him up. I only observed. And you never asked for my help in helping Shinazugawa. I have my own wants."

Tengen frowned, looking down at his lap, where Suma laid, sleeping for now. What was going on... Tengen had always thought Kyojuro was happy single... His eyes lit up.

"Kyojuro! Why didn't you tell me?! I woul-"

Kyojuro raised his hand,

"No. That's exactly why I didn't say anything to you. I was hoping to keep it from you, but I can see that you're stuck on meddling. So please refrain from trying to help."

Tengen's jaw dropped. He unknowingly created a tension between two of his friends! All because he wanted another couple to hand out with! His own reason, was because he felt bad about leaving his wives at home, whenever he and Kyojuro went out.... He put a finger to his lips thoughtful...

"What if I find-"

"I dont want you to find anyone else. I like her. And at this point I'm sure Shinazugawa does have some kind of feelings for her too. But I'm more than capable of having competition. I can handle this."

"Shinazugawa may prove to be a worthy opponent then."

Tengen spoke, starting to eat. But didn't say anything else, only fixing his friend with a look.

"Im aware of this. But I'm not worried. I can win her over."

Part 2^

Part 1^

Thank you for reading

[zikkytheblicky]

♡︎ you can call me zikky or any pet names if you prefer. I’m black and Jamaican— pronouns are he/him/they/them/theirs i’m transgender and bisexual !!

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-homophobes, transphobes, racists, antisemitics, zionists, trolls, isnotreal supporters, dsmp stans/fans, female readers (this includes SHE/THEY, SHE/HER, SHE/XE/THEY, etc.), people who sexualize itadori, sexists, pedophiles, rapists, sex offenders.

⊹ i WILL write

black male reader

feminine t!m/m reader chubby black male reader

trans black male reader

trans chubby black male reader

pre top surgery black male reader

pre top surgery chubby black male reader

pre bottom surgery black male reader

pre bottom surgery chubby black male reader

male reader

chubby male reader

Pre top surgery male reader

pre top surgery chubby male reader

pre bottom surgery male reader

pre bottom surgery chubby male reader

submissive t!m/m reader

switch t!m/m reader

feminine t!m/m reader

any kink besides body fluid ones and foot fetish

gay t!m/m reader

sugar daddy x sugar bby trope

any trope really except for those cringe ones like golden retriever x black cat idk those are just.. uhm. like just say introverted x extroverted trope if you really want that one!! (My op sorry.)

pet names , i love them. Except for those really.. cringe ones like "my little sugar waffle! " stop it. I will use different language ones too depending on the characters nationality.

fluff

smut

“ crack “

t!m/m reader with a core/style (any types of cores like aaliyah core for ex).

WILL NOT WRITE ⊹

any kink involving body fluids or foot fetish.

HEAVY angst (r@pe, HEAVY abuse, etc.)

m preg. Like i'll do the getting cummed inside of part but not the giving birth.. having kids.. like no sorry!! ( it makes me uncomfortable. )

mahito.

aged up characters

minors

fem readers (you guys tons of stories you'll be ok twin.)

✧ Thats it really i'll probs add more tho !!

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[muzansfangs]

My dear readers, welcome to the “𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬” event. Since on August 29th I’m turning twenty-four, I have decided to host this small event.

• How does it work? Being a busy person and having my requests closed, I have already set up everything. I therefore hope you will just enjoy the works that are going to be part of this collection and let me know if you are satisfied with them.

• What does the event consist in? This post will work as a real Masterlist for the twenty-four one-shots I’m going to post. I’ve chosen twenty-four male characters from Demon Slayer and Bleach, pairing each and every one of them with a line of a song I have chosen.

• Are there any other infos you should be aware of? The works will all be written in the perspective of a female reader. The contents of the works can be smut, fluff or angst and, sometimes, the various generes will be combined. I will make sure to add all the details concerning the warnings about the triggering themes in every single post.

• Anything else? This is the complete list of the works I will gradually update. There is not a specific order, but I will add the links of the one-shots whenever I get to post one of them! Thanks for the attention, your perfectionist admin.

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𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

• 505 — Gin Ichimaru x f!reader (ANGST + NSFW)

“In my imagination you’re waiting laying on your side, with your hands between your thighs”, Arctic Monkeys.

• BABYDOLL — Douma x f!reader (NSFW)

“When I meet your eyes, the devil, he wins”, Ari Abdul.

• IF I KILLED SOMEONE FOR YOU — Aizen Sosuke x f!reader (NSFW + ANGST)

“Would you love me more, if I killed someone for you?”, Alec Benjamin

• HEART LIKE YOURS — Sanemi Shinazugawa x f!reader (FLUFF)

“How could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine?”, Willamette Stone

• ATLANTIS — Urahara Kisuke x f!reader (ANGST)

“ ‘Cause in my heart and in my head, I'll never take back the things I said”, Seafret

• UNTIL I FOUND YOU — Rengoku Kyojuro x f!reader (FLUFF)

“I was lost within the darkness but then I found her, I found you”, Stephen Sanchez

• FRIENDS — Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader (NSFW)

“Tell me we’re not just friends, this doesn’t make much sense, no”, Chase Atlantic

• SWEATER WEATHER — Renji Abarai x f!reader (FLUFF + ANGST)

“ ‘Cause it’s too cold for you here and now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater”, The Neighbourhood

• BLUE JEANS — Muzan Kibutsuji x f!reader (NSFW)

“You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop, but you fit me better than my favorite sweater”, Lana del Rey

• DAYLIGHT — Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader (FLUFF + NSFW)

“Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time. You and I drink the poison from the same vine”, David Kushner

• CARDIGAN — Tomioka Giyuu x f!reader (FLUFF)

“And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite”, Taylor Swift

• FUCK YOU IN MY HEAD — Shunsui Kyoraku x f!reader (NSFW)

“I got dirty wishes on my mind, but you will never ever know that I, I like to fuck you in my head”, Cloudy June

• BACK TO BLACK — Obanai x f!reader (ANGST + NSFW)

“We only said goodbye with words, I died a hundred times. You go back to her and I go back to, I go back to us”, Amy Winehouse

• WHERE’S MY LOVE — Ulquiorra Cifer x f!reader (ANGST)

“Ooh, does she know that we bleed the same? Ooh, don’t wanna cry but I break that way”, SYML

• ALL OF ME — Kokushibo x f!reader (FLUFF + NSFW)

“Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts, risking it all, though it's hard”, John Legend

• KISS ME — Haschwalth Jugram x f!reader (FLUFF + NSFW)

“And your heart’s against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck, I’m falling for your eyes but they don’t know me yet”, Ed Sheeran

• WHEN THE DARKNESS COMES — Shinjuro Rengoku x f!reader (FLUFF)

“When you're feeling lost I'll leave my love hidden in the sun, for when the darkness comes”, Colbie Caillat

• SAY SOMETHING — Ukitake Jushiro x f!reader (ANGST)

“And I will swallow my pride, you're the one that I love and I'm saying goodbye”, A Great Big World

• CAN’T HELP FALLING IN LOVE — Akaza x f!reader (FLUFF)

“Shall I stay? Would it be a sin, if I can't help falling in love with you?”, Elvis Presley

• SHADOW PREACHERS — Zaraki Kenpachi x f!reader (NSFW)

“You make me wanna love, hate, cry, take, every part of you. You make me wanna scream, burn, touch, learn, every part of you”, Zella Day

• HUNGER — Yoriichi Tsugikuni x f!reader (FLUFF)

“Oh, love, let me see inside your heart, all the cracks and broken parts, the shadows in the light. There's no need to hide”, Ross Copperman

• ENJOY THE SILENCE — Shinji Hirako x f!reader (NSFW)

“All I ever wanted, all I ever needed is here in my arms. Words are very unnecessary, they can only do harm”, Depeche Mode

• BREAK MY HEART MYSELF — Uzui Tengen x f!reader (ANGST + NSFW)

“I don't need your help getting off of this carousel. I don't need anybody else, 'cause I can break my heart myself”, Bebe Rexha

• VILLAIN — Shuhei Hisagi x f!reader (NSFW)

“I'll be the villain tonight. I kinda like when you despise me after we fight”, Bella Poarch

[its-freaking-jordan]

About me/Masterlist(bottom)

Something short and simple. I’m an 18 y/o beginning writer, Im trying to get better by the day. Pronouns are She/They.

I currently write for Demon Slayer only, I will so do other Fandoms, possibly My Hero Academia and JJK.

Also If you have an ageless Bio or if your a minor interacting with my NSFW post, I will block you immediately. You can interact with my SFW only.I also do request so feel free to request any <3

Writing Do’s and Dont’s

I will do:

Male, Female and GN reader

Charater(s) x reader (poly)

Yandere,Fluff, Angst, Smut

Headcannon’s

LGBT+

What I WONT write

Adult x minor

Minor nsfw

Rape

Weird shit in general.

Pedo stuff

Weird kinks..

Master list

Pillars…

Giyuu Tomioka…

Hashira seeing you as their older sibling figure.-Headcannons

Shinbou Kocho…

Hashira seeing you as their older sibling figure.-Headcannons

Mitsuri Kanroji…

Hashira seeing you as their older sibling figure.-Headcannons

Obanai Iguro…

Hashira seeing you as their older sibling figure.-Headcannons

Uzui Tengen…

Hashira seeing you as their older sibling figure.-Headcannons

Rengoku Kyojuro…

Hashira seeing you as their older sibling figure.-Headcannons

Tokito Muichieo…

Hashira seeing you as their older sibling figure.-Headcannons

Sanemi Shinazugawa…

Hashira seeing you as their older sibling figure.-Headcannons

Gyomei Himejima…

Hashira seeing you as their older sibling figure.-Headcannons

Demons

Muzan Kibutsuji…

My Spider Lily… (fem reader)

Dating Headcannons

Muzan + Uppermoons- Their lover has been reincarnated with no previous memories of meeting them.

Kokushibo…

Muzan + Uppermoons- Their lover has been reincarnated with no previous memories of meeting them.

Doma/Douma…

Muzan + Uppermoons- Their lover has been reincarnated with no previous memories of meeting them.

Akaza…

Muzan + Uppermoons- Their lover has been reincarnated with no previous memories of meeting them.

Dating Akaza headcanons

Hantengu(Clones)…

Karaku x reader smut

Hantengu x Gn reader pt 1

Hantengu x Gn reader pt 2

Sekido with a touchy S/O pt 1

Change of plans pt 2-Nsfw

Hantengu with a Selective mute S/O

Zohakuten seeing you as a mother/father headcanons

Urogi headcanons sfw and Nsfw

Aizetsu x Fem reader-Angst

Muzan + Uppermoons- Their lover has been reincarnated with no previous memories of meeting them.

Clones x husband/Wife reader

Gyokko…

Muzan + Uppermoons- Their lover has been reincarnated with no previous memories of meeting them.

Daki…

Muzan + Uppermoons- Their lover has been reincarnated with no previous memories of meeting them.

Guytaro…

Muzan + Uppermoons- Their lover has been reincarnated with no previous memories of meeting them.

Enmu…

More…

Kamado Siblings x Fem reader fluff

Haganezuka with a black fem s/o NSFW & Sfw

[petitelepus]

A Loner's Unexpected Journey, Part 4

Kimetsu Academy!Genya Shinazugawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: You let Genya take you out on a date to a surprise place. It's PURRRfect.

Warnings: None

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Female Reader, Genya Shinazugawa

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18

You were a nervous wreck. Genya had asked you out and despite feeling reluctant and fearing the worst, you had accepted his invitation. He had been so happy and you felt so bad that you didn't exactly return his enthusiasm.

You had no real experience when it came to dating and you were afraid your poor heart wouldn't be able to handle all these complicated feelings you were having.

You liked Genya, you really did! Maybe even a little more than just as a friend but there were these walls that you had spent years building to protect and keep your fragile heart safe.

Even though you liked Genya, you weren't sure if your heart could handle him… But you had so much fun talking with him during your lunches and you felt like he deserved a chance to show his heart to you.

So here you were, just outside your high-rise and waiting for your date to come and pick you up. Since this was a huge thing for you and you kind of wanted to dress to impress, you had put on this pretty black dress, straightened your hair and you had never put on some makeup.

You were feeling a little out of your element, like a fish out of water with your dress and makeup, but-!

"Oi!"

You snapped out of your thoughts as soon as you heard a familiar voice shout and you turned to see Genya himself running at you. You must have been in a trance because you hadn't noticed him approaching you.

"I'm sorry, am I late?" He asked as he stopped before you and you shook your head, even if you didn't know, "No, I just got here."

"Alright, great-!" He nodded but then he looked at you properly and you felt like you had been placed under a microscope. "Oh."

"Wh- what?"

"You, uh…" Genya blinked and you swallowed nervously, "Yes?"

"You look beautiful…" He admitted as he averted his gaze, his face flushed red as a cherry before he quickly added "I- I mean, you're always pretty, and not just today!"

You felt your eyes widen in surprise, but your heart-! It was beating so hard in your chest and pumping all that blood into your cheeks. Not only that, but you were feeling… Giddy?

"I…" You smiled a little shyly, "Thank you… You look good also."

You weren't lying and your friend and current date nodded.

"S- shall we go?" Genya asked and you nodded before the two of you started walking, to where you had no idea. While you walked you talked about school and his sharp-shooting club and how there was going to be a big competition coming that would determine if he would be able to take your school to nationals.

"Wow, that's very impressive!" You said as you smiled, "I'm happy that you have something you like doing."

"Yeah, shooting is my passion." He nodded with a small smile, "It's what I'm best at."

"That makes me happy." You replied, but then you took notice that you had walked for quite some time already and you still didn't know this was the date, just walking around the city.

"If I may ask, where are we going?" You asked and Genya replied, "It's right around the corner actually."

"Oh?" Your curiosity grew. You hadn't been to this part of the city in ages since there weren't really any stores where you shopped or such. So when you finally stopped in what appeared to be in middle of nowhere, you glanced at your friend in confusion.

"Why did we stop?"

"Because we are here," He said and you blinked as you looked around what caught your attention was a huge window with cats on the other side of the glass.

"Cat Land?" You read the place's name in the glass.

"It's, uh, it's a cat cafe," Genya said and you awed as you nodded, "Oh wow, I haven't been in a cat cafe before!"

"Teacher Himejima suggested this place to me when I asked for advice from him."

Oh, that made you curious. You looked at him and asked, "What did you ask?"

"I, uh…" Genya blushed as he rubbed the back of his head, "Where to take the girl I like…"

"Ah," You looked away in a sad attempt to hide your blush. He said it again, a girl he liked…!

"S- shall we head inside?" He asked and you nodded, "Y- yes please!"

The two of you walked up to the door and you noticed that there was a doorbell, that Genya pressed. You were confused but decided to wait and see instead of asking, and sure enough, a woman in an apron with a cat's picture and the cafe's name came to greet you at the door.

"Hello there! Do you guys have reservations?" The waitress asked and you felt your blood freeze in fear. Did you have one? You didn't know you needed one, and then you started to panic for Genya's sake. He would no doubt be embarrassed if you were going to be turned away and the date would be awkward-!

"Yes, I have a reservation for two," Genya said, much to your relief. You felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest, you were that nervous.

"Good good, right this way," The woman smiled as she led you and Genya inside and asked you to take your shoes off and leave them by the entrance before taking you to your table.

"Alright, there are some rules here in Cat Land." The waitress smiled, "You can pet the cats, but not lift or carry them. No feeding cats human food either, if you want, you can buy some snacks if you want to feed them. There are also toys at each table if you want to play with them. Any questions?"

You and Genya both shook your heads and the woman smiled as she handed you two your menus, "Here are our menus, I'll be back in 5 minutes to ask if you are ready to order."

The two of you thanked the woman and took a look at the menus. You swallowed, everything was cat-themed and top quality, but the prices were pretty high also… But you lived only once so you didn't let the prices hold you back from ordering what you wanted.

When you knew what you wanted, you put the menu down and looked at Genya who was sitting opposite to you, still looking through his own menu. You smiled as you stared at him, taking in the focused look in his eyes as he skipped through the menu.

Feeling your stare, Genya looked up and blushed a little when he noticed you staring at him, "W- what is it?"

"Nothing," You confessed with a small yet honest smile, "I just like looking at you."

Hearing you say such a thing made him blush and you were about to ask what he was going to get when the waitress returned with a small notepad.

"And are we ready to order?" She asked and you nodded as you picked your menu and showed her what you wanted,

"I think I have hot cocoa and black cat chocolate cake," You listed your order to the waitress who nodded as she wrote everything down, "And you, young sir?"

"I'll have coffee with milk and white cat vanilla mousse." He said and the woman smiled as she took your menus, "Wonderful, I'll be back soon with your order." And just like that she was gone. You turned to look at your best friend and smiled.

"Oh wow, this place is so cool."

"I- it is…"

"You even made a reservation here?" You asked in awe and he nodded a little shyly, "It wasn't that hard-!"

"Mew!"

You and Genya both looked down and saw an orange cat with green eyes look up at you from the floor and before the two of you could react, the little thing jumped on your table and started to rub its face against Genya's arm.

"Wh- what, you want to be petted?" He grumbled but he still pet the cat and you looked at him and admired the gentle smile on his face as he petted the cat.

Silently, you pulled your phone from your purse and took a photo of Genya and the orange cat. You were very happy with the photo, but before you could show it to him, there was another small mew and a brown cat jumped on the table, demanding your attention.

"What a cute little cat!" You said happily as you petted the cat and it was the young man's turn to admire you and how kind you were being to the cat, but then again, you were perfect in his eyes.

Soon the waitress came back with your orders and you took pictures of the dishes, the hot cocoa having a kitten in it made with cream art and your chocolate cake had a cute white chocolate kitten face and dark ears.

Genya's order was almost identical, but he ordered coffee instead of hot cocoa and his dessert was white while yours was so dark brown it was nearly black.

"These are almost too cute to eat!" You said but still, you grabbed your fork and cut into the cake before eating it. Oh, it was so delicious, the dark chocolate was in perfect balance with light chocolate cream inside the cake and the hot cocoa warmed you from the inside out.

"Oh, wow…" Genya swallowed his own piece, "So sweet!"

"Wanna try mine?" You offered your cake plate to him and he nodded as he cut himself a piece and ate it, "Delicious."

"Can I try yours?" You asked and he nodded again as he offered his dessert to you and you tasted the vanilla mousse.

"So good…!" You moaned happily and Genya smiled, so happy he had taken you to the cafe. You were happy also. You didn't know if it was because of hot cocoa, but your heart felt at ease now.

It feltl like your heart wasn't so afraid of failure or anything really anymore and it didn't ache in fear as hard as it had at the start of your date or when you entered the cafe. You felt… At peace and happy that you had accepted Genya's plea to let him take you out.

The two of you finished your drinks and desserts and then it was time to play with the cats. There were many cats but many people too. It looked like this orange and brown cat had taken a shine on you and Genya. The two of you happily petted and played with the cats until it was time to go since your time reserved in the cafe was running out.

The kind waitress came and brought you the bills and placed them on the table between you. You reached for your wallet in your purse, but before you could dig your debit card out, Genya slammed the exact amount of money on the table, making the cats in your laps flinch.

"I'm paying," He said and you frowned, ready to object but you quickly noticed the determined look in his eyes that left no room for you to argue against him.

"At least let me pay my own-!" You were saying but to no avail.

"I refuse!" He snapped as he put his wallet away, "I asked you out, and as a man, it's my responsibility and duty to pay!"

"…Alright…" You pouted as you slowly put your wallet away and the waitress took the money and to your surprise, she gave you two little cookies that were shaped like cats, "Thank you for your visit and please come again!"

"Thank you for having us," You and Genya thanked as you went to put your shoes back on and left the cafe… But after that, the two of you were clueless about what to do.

"Uh…" Genya swallowed nervously, "Can I take you home or anything?"

"I- uh…" You nodded, "Yes please…?"

The beginning of the walk back home was silent and you couldn't stand it. So you looked at the young man and asked, "So…?"

"Yes? What is it?"

"Wanna tell me about sharp-shooting?" You asked and the surprised look on Genya's face made your heart ache, but with cozy warmth and not a cold chilling touch of fear.

"Are you sure you want to hear me talk about my club activities?" He asked, as if not believing that you wanted to hear about his interests.

You smiled and nodded, "Yes, I'm interested in them."

Genya looked baffled, but an honest nice smile rose to his lips and he started to tell you how he got into shooting when he started school. You listened to him eagerly, happy to see and hear how fondly he talked about his passion.

Before you knew it, you were by your high-rise and it was time to say goodbye… Usually, you would be excited to be back home, but for some reason, you were sad that the date was over. Your heart tightened as you looked at your friend who looked troubled.

"Well…" Genya looked aside a little awkwardly, "This is it."

You nodded quietly, but that didn't feel enough. You had to say something.

"I had really so much fun today with you Genya." You confessed to him honestly and happily and he could tell you were being genuine.

"Can I…" He was about to ask, but maybe he was fearful also? But he shook his head as if to clear his mind before he gently took your hands and just… Held them in his bigger hands," Will you let me take you out again?"

Your heart was racing like crazy in your chest and you wanted to shout out loud, but you held your voice.

"Okay!" You nodded happily, quickly adding, "But nothing expensive next time like you did this time!"

"Why, didn't you like it?"

"No, I loved it, but I don't want you to spend all your money on me!" You said and he looked reluctant so you pushed forward, "Promise me you won't use that much money on me?"

"I…" He swallowed and you quickly added, "Or at least let me pay my something!"

"Absolutely no-!"

"Please…?" You asked now with a smaller voice as you looked at him genuinely, "I really want to be part of these dates. That includes going on them and helping to pay them."

"Ngh…" He looked troubled, "Alright, fine!"

"You promise?"

"I promise!"

You smiled as you took your hands from his and squeezed them, "Thank you Genya. I had really fun today."

"Me too…" He admitted with a soft blush, not daring to really look at you in the eyes anymore. So the two of you promised to meet next time for lunch in your usual spot…

But that night, both of you were looking at the pictures you had taken of each other at the cafe that day and you were both smiling fondly.

[toxiccluvvv]

Your scars;

Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku, Haturo Haganezuka, and Genya Shinazugawa x reader

Content warning: degrading and mentions of razor blades

Word count: 865 words

Readers sex: Female

Summary: how the men of demon slayer react to scars on your face.

This is an anonymous request!

Masterlist

Kyojuro

Would comfort you

Would reassure you; he still loves you

You have recently went head to head with an upper demon; he was sure to leave his mark on you. You have a deep scratch running across your face, it made you feel shame, so you constantly kept your face wrapped.

Kyojuro never seemed to mind this, but he also wanted you to accept what happened for what it was. He thinks you look beautiful regardless, it saddens him to know you feel that way about yourself.

The bright man, was thinking of ways to help you overcome your fear, he wasn’t sure how, but he was determined for you to see your beauty.

-

Kyojuro took you on a beautiful date; filled with laughing, love, fun, and overall just things that made you realize how much this man loved you regardless of how you looked.

He smiled at you caressing your cheek, “I hope one day I can see your beautiful face once again.” You frowned, not wanting to make eye contact with him. “I’m sorry.. I just don’t want you to see what I look like.. it’s hideous..”

“You’re far from hideous beautiful, nothing will ever change how I feel about you.” He spoke placing a soft kiss on your bandaged forehead.

You sighed before unwrapping the wrap that covered your head slowly; you didn’t want to take it off, but you knew you could trust Kyojuro.

When the wrap was off your face, you felt ashamed.. he quickly leaned your head up to press his lips against yours softly, “you’re so beautiful and you always will be, don’t ever feel ashamed around me.” He whispered inches away from your lips before placing another soft kiss on your lips.

Haturo

Would send death glares at anyone who made any faces

Would love and support you regardless

Haturo knows about how you feel about the scars you have on your face, so living in the hidden swords village is very ideal for you.

You wear a mask everywhere, and on the off chance you are seen without one you are quick to cover it.

God forbid someone say something or stares though; Haturo will never let them live it down till you make him stop.

-

One day when the two of you were walking down the street, a little kid runs to bump into you at a quick speed, knocking you on the ground.

Your mask flew off; showing your face to anyone near. There were auditable gasps from the people around you as you crawled to retrieve your mask.

Once the mask was on you, you looked up to find a furious Haturo. He had the kid lifted up off his feet, scolding him furiously.

You were quick to run to the man, placing your hands on his toned arm. “Turo.. please..” you whispered, voice breaking in the middle.

He was quick to put the kid down, and pull you into his chest. PDA was rare for the man, but for you, he’d do anything regardless of the looks.

“If all you rats don’t stop looking, I will hurt all of you.” He growled as he began walking the two of you home.

Genya

Would still love your kisses

Would literally fuck anyone who had anything to say up.

Much like Iguro you had a snake like scar on your mouth, but it was made by people from your village. They had no valid reason to do this; you were accused of things with no proof.

They didn’t care; you had to be punished. They brought a razor blade across your delicate skin, forever scarring your face

-

When Genya met you; he was instantly curious. He wanted to get to know you more, which was very unusual for the man.

When the two of you got together; he was always jokingly asking for the mask to come off. He never pressured you, nor did he upset you, he just wanted you to know he wanted to see you subtly.

One day, you were wrapping your face when the black haired walked into the room you were sitting in. You looked back at the man, wide eyed, “I’m sorry dear!” He spoke, quickly closing the door.

“It’s okay.. come in..” you whispered defeated. “Im sorry dear..” he spoke walking into the room slowly. Once he saw your face, he came to a halt.

You wanted to cry at his reaction; looking down at the ground. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered as he sped up to stand face to face with you.

“Ca..Can I kiss you..” he whispered as he lifted your chin so he could look you in the eye, “please.” You whimpered already leaning toward the raven haired man.

When the two of your lips met; the raven haired man knew he was willing to do anything for you. He gave you so much confidence; so much that you were willing to go out without a bandage on. If anyone dared to look your way with any judgement; he would be quick to try to fuck them up. You didn’t allow it much, but if you did, the person isn’t often recognized.

[wealllovemilo64]

Blog rules and stuff! (Masterlist in the making)

Will add more later!

What fandoms I will write for:

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure - Josuke Higashikata (DIU & JJL), Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar (young), Caesar Zeppeli, Jotaro Kujo, Jolyne Cujoh, Johnny Joestar, Gyro Zeppeli, Enrico Pucci, Guida Mista, Narancia Ghirga

Demon Slayer - Muzan Kibutsuji, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Doma, Gyutaro, Obanai Iguro, Rengoku Kyojuro, Uzui Tengen, Mitsuri Kanroji, Gyomei (fluff), Giyuu Tomioka

My Hero Academia - Tenya lida, Kirishima Eijiro, Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Shota Aizawa, Momo Yaoyorozu, Shigaraki Tomura

Haikyuu - Kenma Kozume, Toru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Koshi Sugawara, Kei Tsukishima, Tetsuro Kooru

FNAF - William Afton, Michael Afton

COD - Simon Riley, John Soap Mactavish

Genshin Impact - Kaveh, Kaeya, Albedo, Diluc, Xiao, Itto

(I promise there will be more once my lazy ass actually finishes animes and plays more games)

Relationship dynamics/readers I write for:

Dom/Top/Seme Male Reader x Sub/Uke/Bottom Character

Dom Male Reader x Power bottom Character

Dom male reader x Sub character x Sub!top character

Dom male reader x Sub character x Dom character (sub character will be the only one pounded/topped)

Black!top male reader (black male readers fr do not get enough love)

GN amab Reader x Character

GN reader x Character

Relationship dynamics/readers I will NOT write for at all:

Female reader

Sub male reader

Sub female reader

Dom female reader

Afab reader

FTM reader

Main kinks I do (feel free to ask about a kink if you’re not really sure, i’ll let you know if i’m comfortable with it!):

Praise kink

Daddy kink

Feminization kink

Breeding kink

Blood play

Bondage

Pet names

Semi-public

That’s all I have for now! Feel free to send in any requests (if I didn’t list a character that you want up there still feel free to ask about them!)!

[mementomoriifics]

Office Hours - Sanemi x Reader (NSFW)

Tags: Student/Teacher, college au, pwp, praise kink, cunnilingus, blowjob, over the desk, reader is cis female

Wordcount: 3965

Author's note: This one was weirdly insanely popular on my ao3 account so lets see if Tumblr appreciates it too!

AO3 link

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The campus had been deserted for a while now, students either having gone home or were about to, as you walked down the hallway with the professor's offices. You fidgeted nervously with the papers you were carrying, a little scared of being in a relatively small space with your professor, Sanemi-sensei.

Sanemi-sensei was well known around campus for all the wrong reasons. He was abrasive, had a temper, refused to button up his shirt (though depending on who you asked, this was far from a problem),... A rumor had even made the rounds that he defenestrated a student once for pissing him off! So you felt like your worry was justified.

Kind of.

And you had to be completely honest with yourself, the fear of being hurled out of a window wasn't the only cause of your nerves. In fact, despite his brash personality, you had foolishly developed a crush of him. He was easy on the eyes in a rough kind of way, his chest was nearly always on display and the cause of plenty of distractions during class and he just... God you shouldn't even be thinking about this.

You turned the corner that would inevitably lead to your professor's office, nerves flaring up something fierce. You swallowed hard as you passed the door to Kanae-sensei's office, then Giyuu-sensei until you halted in front of a plain wooden door that had a plaque reading “Shinazugawa Sanemi”.

Your mouth felt like the Sahara as you raised your hand, rapping your knuckles against the smooth surface of the door. You heard shuffling on the other side before hearing a muffled:

“Enter.”

Steeling yourself, you opened the door, seeing Sanemi-sensei sitting behind his desk. His shirt was open, as always, and his hair a little messier than usual. On his nose perched a thin, wire frame pair of glasses and he looked... tired.

“Can I help you?” He asked, staring you down as you entered the office further, closing the door behind you. The second it closed, your nerves flared up again.

You watched as Sanemi-sensei leaned back in his chair, scarred arms crossing as he impatiently waited for you to find your voice.

“Ah, yes. Sorry for bothering you professor, but I was having trouble with today's lecture. I wasn't sure when your open office hours were so I thought...” You trailed off, holding your notes tighter as Sanemi-sensei stared at you. He seemed to be thinking, suddenly pointing at the chair across from his desk.

“Sit down. I have two more assignments to grade. When I'm done, I'll get to you.”

Rude, but better than what you were fearing.

Silently, you grabbed the chair, pulling it out from under the desk as Sanemi-sensei went back to his work. You put your papers on the desk, folding your hands in your lap as a silence fell in the small room. Sanemi-sensei was pretty much ignoring you as he continued grading the assignments, mumbling under his breath something about 'stupid' and 'this is high school level, for fucks sake'. You tried not to smile, instead busying yourself with subtly looking around.

Sanemi-sensei's office was pretty bare, void of most decoration and personal belongings. There was a desk, a few filing cabinets, a computer and that was about it. The only thing that seemed to be his addition were two pictures on his desk. You could just about make out one of them.

In the picture, you saw a beautiful woman with long, black hair. She was surrounded by children all bearing some resemblance to her. Next to her stood a much younger and scar-less Sanemi, less than pleased to be part of what you assumed to be a family photo.

The sudden clearing of a throat tore you from your snooping, eyes locking with your teacher who seemed less than pleased.

“If you're done sticking your nose where it doesn't belong,” You felt your face flush with embarrassment. “what did you need help with?”

You cleared your throat in turn, grabbing your notes again and scooting a little closer to the desk. Sanemi watched you, some of the hostility leaving his body as you started talking.

“Well, I didn't quite understood this formula.” You started, pointing at the long, difficult formula Sanemi-sensei had explained in class. “I don't quite understand how-”

Sanemi took your notes from you, reading them over. You stayed quiet as you watched him, his basically translucent eyebrows furrowing.

To avoid feeling self conscious, you let your eyes wander, accidentally – or maybe subconsciously on purpose – letting them linger on your professor's chest. He was very in shape and you couldn't help but wonder where all of the scars on him came from. And just how much time he spent at the gym to develop a body like that.

“You wrote down the method of solving it wrong.”

Your notes were put down in front of you a little louder than he should have, pointing a finger at your writing. You blinked a few times, staring owlishly at your teacher.

“I did?”

Sanemi-sensei snorted, nodding.

“Yeah, you did. You're supposed to-” He interrupted himself, standing and rounding the desk. You felt heat creep up to your face as he stood next to you, one hand on the back rest of your chair as he leaned in.

“Right here.” He pointed a finger again. “We talked about-”

You listened, or at least tried to, as Sanemi-sensei explained your mistake.

His presence next to you was intimidating, to say the least. You could feel the warmth coming off of him accompanied by the scent of... red bean paste?

You'd be a liar if you denied that Sanemi-sensei was attractive. And at least on some level, he seemed to be aware of it. Sure he may be an asshole but he looked good in a dangerous sort of way and the fact he was your teacher made the idea even more alluring. Like wanting to eat some sort of forbidden fruit. And in all honesty you wanted him to eat-

“-and then you...” Sanemi trailed off, looking back at you through his glasses. You briefly looked up at him, a little dazed.

“Are you even paying attention?”

You flinched, basically caught in the act. Nodding your head perhaps a little too enthusiastically, you prayed your teacher would ignore the fact you basically just spaced out in the favor of daydreaming about him doing ungodly things to you.

“Yeah, I'm not buying it.” Sanemi-sensei said, standing up straight and crossing his arms again. Your mouth suddenly felt really dry again and you wrung your hands together. God, could you made yourself look even more guitly?

“Sorry, professor, I just... am a little tired.” You lied through your teeth. Sanemi scoffed, staring you down further and making you shrink back in your seat.

“Again, not buying it. Why are you here?”

You felt panic creep up on you, looking up at your teacher. Your mind – uncooperative as ever – painted the picture of him staring down at you in a very different scenario. With you on your knees in front of him, his cheeks tainted faint pink as you-

“I didn't understand the lesson.” you spoke, voice soft. You looked away from Sanemi, not having the nerve to keep looking at your teacher. “It's just been a long day and-”

You felt his hand on your shoulder, freezing as he gave it a gentle squeeze. You willed yourself to look up at him again, seeing him look at you with a certain calculated gaze. As if he was weighing his options or something. He rounded the desk again, sitting down and looking even more tired than before as he removed his glasses.

“Go home. Come back tomorrow when you can pay attention. I'm done with you wasting my time.”

The words made your stomach drop. You didn't want to leave, you still needed help. If only you could keep your mind out of the gutter you'd-

“No, I'll be fine! I jus-”

“It's not up for debate” Sanemi spoke, his voice carrying authority you didn't want to go against. But you did anyway.

“But sir-!”

You watched Sanemi-sensei's eyes widen a touch, his jaw tightening before he stood again and brought his palm down on the surface of his desk.

“Do not call me that,” he said, giving you a stern look that made a shiver run down your spine and settle between your thighs. “And if you're really so keen on staying here, tell me what the fuck you were thinking of. What was so much more important than your education, huh?”

You swallowed hard, regretting pushing back as much as you had. If the earth split open below your feet and swallowed you whole, you'd be grateful for it. Alas, no such thing happened and you were simply faced with Sanemi-sensei staring you down. You opened your mouth a few times, no sound leaving you. Your professor's temper didn't improve.

“C'mon! Out with it!”

“I was thinking about you!” You spat out, squeezing your eyes shut and digging your face in the palms of your hands, dreading the reaction to follow. But instead of laughter, mockery or a demand you leave, you were met with silence.

“About me?” Sanemi-sensei asked. “What about me?”

Oh fuck.

You swallowed hard, refusing to lower your hands.

“A-about you,” you started, shaking slightly. “About you doing... things... to me...”

Your voice was barely above a whisper as you finished the sentiment, wondering if it was humanly possible to die from embarrassment. If it was, you were sure that you'd meet your inevitable demise here in your professor's office.

Silence hung in the room for a moment before you hear your professor move. You peeked through your fingers, seeing him sitting on the desk in front of you. His thighs were spread, his feet finding purchase on the seat either side of you, caging you in. You lowered your hands as he rested his arms on his thighs and leaned in.

You were confused and couldn't quite decipher the expression on his face, watching at his eyes bore into you. He seemed to be considering something again, taking a moment before he spoke again.

“What things.”

This just kept getting worse, didn't it?

You took in a deep breath, holding Sanemi-sensei's gaze for a moment before willing yourself to speak.

“Sexual things, si- Professor.” you corrected yourself. You heard Sanemi hum, the wood of his desk protesting under his weight as he leaned back on his palms. A small part of your brain wondered if maybe he was showing off for you, but you were quick to dismiss that. He couldn't be, right? He shoudln't.

“I'm your professor.” He stated, cocking his head as he gave you a stern look. “You're my student. If something happened between us, It'd cost me my job.”

You cringed slightly.

“I know, it's why I- It's why-” You started, trying to justify your fantasizing about your teacher. “It's why it's all just-”

“Thoughts?” he completed. You nodded, feeling a little bit of your tension easing away as you looked up at your professor again who was still sitting on his desk, holding you hostage. “I'm not so sure about that.”

You gave him a confused look, your professor continuing his reasoning as his eyes bore into yours.

“You think you're subtle, huh? I've noticed you staring. And that skirt you wore the other day barely covered you. Did you hope to catch my attention? Because you did.”

Wait.

Wait wait wait.

What was happening. What on earth was happening.

You swallowed hard again, confusion apparently obvious on your face as Sanemi-sensei kept talking, one of his hands settling on a strong thigh. You watched said hand, how it rested on muscle that seemed a strain for the slacks he was wearing.

“What? Didn't expect me to notice? Well you're wrong. Now c'mon. I wanna know what's going on in your head that you couldn't focus.”

You hesitated, looking down at your hands in your lap as you found the courage to confess. You knew very well that you shouldn't, but the fact your professor seemed to be on board with everything made you perhaps bolder than you should be.

“I was daydreaming about... Being on my knees for you, professor.” You said, hearing him hum again.

“And making you... Feel good.”

You looked up, eyes widening as you saw that the hand on his thigh had migrated to his crotch. He was shamelessly groping himself in front of you. You could see the bulge of his arousal and your mouth started watering at the thought of seeing it uncovered.

“Did I tell you to stop talking?”

You shook your head, eyes still glued to the display in front of you as you kept talking.

“I was thinking about having your,” you paused for a moment. “cock in my mouth. To suck on it.”

Okay you could've phrased that a little better but Sanemi-sensei didn't seem to mind. His hand gripped his length through the fabric of his pants, squeezing for a moment.

“So you couldn't focus on school work because of his?” He spoke, voice a little lower and breathier. The sound of it made you squirm in your seat and wonder what other noises he'd make.

“Yes, professor.” You admitted, past the point of shame. “I think about it a lot.”

Sanemi-sensei chuckled, his hands moving to his belt, your heart skipping a beat as you watched your professor give in. This was happening. He was going to-

He stopped, making you look up at him in confusion. He gave you a stern look again, tongue darting out to wet his lips before he spoke.

“Whatever happens in this office, stays in this office, you understand? If I find out you've been blabbing to anyone, I'll make you fail my class. Understood?”

You nodded eagerly.

“I won't tell a soul, professor. I promise.”

He flinched slightly.

“Just call me Sanemi, please. This is already fucked up enough.”

Your heart started beating faster as you nodded again. Wetness grew between your thighs as it sank in that Sanemi was going to give you exactly what you'd been dreaming of. You couldn't believe that this was actually happening. You were convinced you got sucked into a fanfic or something. You had to be!

“Good. Now,” His hands started moving again, the clinking of his belt sounding so loud to you. You watched with baited breath as he undid his pants, popping the button and pulling the zipper down before leaning back on his hands again. “Go ahead.”

Your previous anxiety was all but forgotten as you reached for his pants. You carefully peeled the fabric of his plain, grey boxers down, gasping as you finally freed his erection from layers of constricting fabric.

He was a little bigger than average, the tip of it flushed a dark red with arousal. A vein ran along the side and before you could stop yourself, you ran your tongue over it. Your professor cursed above you, his thighs tensing as your tongue grazed the head of his pretty cock. You watched his face as you took him into your mouth, his eyes half lidded and his cheeks tinted the lightest dusting of pink.

He looked even better than in you daydreams.

You slowly took more of him into your mouth; eager to please him, when he started talking.

“Is this what you daydream about in class?” His voice was strained, as if he was holding himself back. “Sucking my cock instead of doing what you're supposed to. I wonder, do you fantasize about me fucking you too?”

You nodded, mouth still full of him.

“Good, because I do too.”

The confession made you moan around his dick, Sanemi cursing as he put a hand on the back of your head, making you bob your head at a faster pace.

“You've been driving me fucking mad. Those skirts you wear? Your staring? That pen you keep puttin' in your mouth? Fuck, I've been wanting to bend you over my desk for months now.”

You moaned again as the head of Sanemi's dick grazed the back of your throat. The grip he had on your hair tightened as he slowly made you take more of him. You fought your gag reflex as you heard your teacher groan loudly.

“Thassit.” He mumbled, speech a little slurred. “That's a good girl. Just like that.”

The praise made your heart soar. Your nose pressed against the white hair above his dick, your eyes watering slightly. You forced yourself to swallow, Sanemi cursing loudly above you. A few second later, he let go of you, you pulling off his dick and coughing into your hands. It was the first time you'd managed to take something like that and the reactions it had gotten made any discomfort more than worth it.

“Shit,” Sanemi cursed, wrapping a hand around himself and stroking himself slowly. His eyes were on you, carrying an intensity that almost made you moan. “take of your pants. Bend over my desk.”

He got of his desk, giving you room to complete his request. With trembling fingers, you unbuttoned your jeans, sliding them and your panties down in one go. You bent over at the waist, letting your upper body rest on the desk. Sanemi took place behind you, warm hands settling on your behind, the tips of his fingers digging into your skin a bit. You looked over your shoulder, seeing your professor stare down at your pussy as if transfixed.

“I need to taste you.”

Before the words sank in, Sanemi was on his knees, his mouth on you. You let out a gasp and a whimper, feeling his tongue lap at you like a man possessed. He circled your clit with the tip of his tongue, wrapping his lips around it and sucking harshly, making you arch your back. His hands groped your behind eagerly as he ate you out.

The noises reaching your ears were beyond obscene, the feeling of his tongue making your head spin. You still couldn't wrap your head fully around the fact that your mathematics professor was on his knees behind you but it felt too good to care. And you wanted more.

“Sanemi- 'nemi, please. Fuck me.” You breathed out as Sanemi dragged the flat of his tongue over your slit before sinking it inside of you. Your fingers dug into the desk as best they could, your legs shaking.

Sanemi drew back, rising to his feet again.

“You on something?” He asked, voice thick with lust. You nodded, thanking your lucky stars your parents insisted on you taking the pill when you went off to college. You never knew, after all.

“Good.”

You kept watching as Sanemi spat in his hand, jacking himself off for a moment before he lined himself up with your entrance. He was breathing heavily, his mouth and chin still shiny with your slick. It was the hottest thing you'd ever seen.

Painfully slow, he pushed into you. He stretched you out deliciously, making your toes curl the more he gave you. Your mouth dropped open in a soundless moan as he moved his hands to your hips, thrusting the last few inches into you with a sharp snap of his hips.

“Fuck you're tight.” He breathed, reveling in the feeling of you around him for a moment before he started to thrust. The pace he set was slow but hard and made your head spin.

“You have no fuckin' idea how often I've thought about this.” Sanemi spoke, gritting his teeth. “How often I've jacked off to the thought of you bent over my desk exactly like this.”

You whimpered, moving your hips to meet Sanemi's thrusts, making the man groan. He sped up, his talking continuing much to your happiness.

“How often I – fuck – have thought about just... Keepin' you back after class to fuck you on the lectern. Right there were everyone is gonna look the next day. And you knowin' that's where I finally had my-” you yelped as his arms wrapped around you, forcing you up as he dragged you down into the chair with him. You sat on his lap, his cock impossibly deeper in you now. “way with you.”

Sanemi ground his cock into you, hands shamelessly crawling under your shirt, cupping your breasts and roughly squeezing them.

“Just as soft as I thought they'd be.” He muttered, more to himself than to you. You bit your bottom lip, rolling your hips as you tried to fuck yourself on your teachers cock. He seemed to appreciate that, thrusting up in you as best he could.

“Good girl. That's a real good girl.” He half moaned as he dug his face in your neck, teeth grazing over the sensitive skin there. “My good girl.”

You let out a pornographic moan, your climax nearing far too fast. You reached a hand down, rubbing your clit to chase that feeling none the less. You felt Sanemi move his head, hooking his chin over your shoulder so he could watch.

“You gonna cum?” He asked, breathlessly. His thrusts got faster, his grip on your breasts almost bruising. You nodded. “C'mon. Cum for me. Cum like a good girl. Cum for Sir.”

His words were enough to send you over the edge, moaning as you threw your head back against his shoulder. Your walls pulsing around Sanemi's dick seemed to be enough to make him cum as well, twitching as he spilled himself inside of you.

The both of you were breathing hard as you came down from your high, your professor pressing a lazy kiss against your cheek, babbling barely coherent praises to you. It was also him who finally broke the spell, ushering you surprisingly gentle to stand. Wordlessly, he pulled up your panties and pants, giving your ass a playful spank before he started dressing himself as well. You flushed red as you slowly felt your teachers cum leak out of you onto the fabric of your underwear, a little reminder of what had just happened.

When the both of you were fully dressed and presentable again, Sanemi turned to you, silently handing you your notes back.

“Thanks, professor.” You said, giving him a sheepish smile before taking them. He 'hm'd in reply. You hesitated a moment, not wanting to leave yet but the clock on the wall made it pretty obvious it was getting late. “Thank you for seeing me.”

“Don't worry about it.” Sanemi said, watching you turn to leave. In a move that surprised you both, he reached out and grabbed your arm, stopping you. He drew you in, pressing his lips hard to yours. You let out a surprised noise, it taking you a moment to kiss him back. When you parted, he grinned at you.

“I have some free time this friday, to help you.” He said, you knowing full well what he was implying. “Does four o' clock work for you?”

You nodded, unable to stop the smile spreading on your face. Sanemi smiled back in turn, pressing another bruising kiss on your lips.

“Good. Don't be late.”

“I won't be, Sir.”

[ripperdoc-is-daddy]

Menace to his sanity

TW: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, Mafia Typical violence, S3xual and non S3xual intimacy, S3xual and non S3xual language, flirting, S3xual aggression, Bickering, S3xual situations, masturbation, implied S3xy times, threats, brats, pettiness, food mentions, eating to soothe, 420, kick to the nads, snogging, pettiness, Soft Boi Sanemi, Crude Humor, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PERMISSION TO REPOST OR TRANSLATE DENIED

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3 Pt. 5

You had returned from your cozy weekend with your on-again boyfriend, Sanemi Shinazugawa. The knowledge of him being a mafioso or whatever has been explained to you in as much detail as needed for your understanding. Your life had changed so much since your abduction and reconciliation. He knew you were still angry about having been taken without your permission but that was in the past and he was doing his damnedest to fix the errors of that past. Beginning with moving you into his luxurious house. You weren't entirely sure if you were ok with giving up your freedom of movement completely but laying here on his couch in the heavily, secured and traditionally Japanese setup mansion told you that you were just going to have to find a way to accept that now.

You still had your job, thankfully, and were able to do your normal routine. On the surface, things looked ok. The reality was that you were a caged Bird of Paradise. It was a really nice cage though, not that it made it any better. Sanemi had a set of rules you had to follow to keep you "safe". A lot of them required asking his permission to do things. Wanted to be photographed from the front in something that could be publicized? Had to ask him. Actually, most of the new rules centered around you being seen in public. He really didn't want your identity a common knowledge thing. You asked about that because initially, you were not going to go along with this bullshit but he clarified that he wanted this done like how they were back in his home county. You would have your normal life but you would also possess knowledge of what he did in his daily life so he needed you to be safe and smart about it.

The purpose of the rules ensured you kept a safe distance away but could also attend functions, as a plus one with the formality that was required of a proper Anesan. There was so much going on with these new adjustments you had taken to watching PD PowerPoints about mob structure where he was from; to get an idea of the image you were to present. From what you gathered, there wasn't any public image for the women, but privately, you were to be his comfort. Running your home like a perfect wife and the perfect hostess to his guests. In turn, he would keep y'alls domicile protected like a fortress while providing for you.

This was complete and utter bullshit. You set down your mimosa and your tablet that you had been using for research. Standing up furiously and stretching. One thing that had changed was that you were definitely angrier now. You prided yourself on your individuality and here you were expected to act your role in the patriarchy. If only you screamed as much outside as you did inside. Why the hell were you going along with this bullshit?

This question had haunted you for the entire 2 months since the reconciliation and your welcome into "The Family". Seriously why did they refer to themselves like that? Was that just something they said to keep it vague around the women? You threw your hands up and stomped upstairs to get dressed for the day.

Your headspace was pretty fucked up so you decided to keep it casual. Black crop top, a black Tech wear harness that covered your shoulders, black cargo pants, black socks, and bright gold high tops. They had lights in the bottom which made you happy. You got dressed quickly and hurriedly walked downstairs to leave before he comes home. Needing space to think and sort this shit out.

A smile breaks over your face as you can taste your freedom. Not like you weren't free to go about as you pleased, you just had to notify him of where you were going so, he knew. Which you were NOT doing this time. As your fingers wrapped around the silver handle you inwardly cheered. Sooo close! The door pushed back against your hand and you jumped back not expecting it to move on its own. It was not automatic and there was no pressure plate. This could only mean…

You swore loudly and stepped aside. Waiting for him to enter. After a short pause, he did. "I'm home." he greeted you warmly, pulling down his face mask and looking at you lovingly. "Yaaaay." you sarcastically said with zero enthusiasm. He hummed and stood in front of you with his eyes on yours. "Is there a problem?" Sanemi asked as he blocked the doorway with his frame while taking off his cufflinks.

Never breaking eye contact with you. "Nope," you say dismissively. He chucks his silver and black cufflinks at you. You catch them on reflex and glare at him. Walking back to set them on one of the side tables in the entryway. Returning to the front entrance with every intention of leaving. A gold shoe tapping expectantly on the marble flooring, waiting for him to get the hint. He slowly turned his head to look behind him at the well-manicured lawn that was hidden from the rest of the world by large Japanese Maples and Pines. A massive Wisteria and koi pond were the highlights.

"You going outside?" Sanemi asked unsure of why you were being so cold. He wasn't expecting the loving reception you used to give him anymore but this was unusually cold. "Yep, can you move? Now." you were asking him rhetorically; he was sure of that. The beefy, heavily scarred, and tanned man stepped off to the side to give way to your much shorter and lithe self. Your dark sienna skin draws his gaze away from your dark brown eyes. He took inventory of what you wore. It was a simple look but very cute. Seemed you were channeling an industrial vibe today. Your hair was up in two puffs on either side of your head with red bands holding them.

"Where you off to?" he inquired. "Out." was your blunt reply. He sighed and looked up at the ceiling as you passed him. As much as he wanted to rein you back in, he knew he had to let you process things your way otherwise he would lose you again. Permanently. Pinching the bridge of his nose he felt the small breeze that formed as you hastily made your exit. He watched your retreating back with a side eye until you disappeared from view in your modest little Silver, black leather interior Audi A6 Quatrro. Once your vehicle was completely out of sight, he punched his front door, swore a storm then slammed it shut.

Meanwhile, you were now dead set on living your best life now that you were free of your self-imposed (kinda) prison. Blaring your music, you whooped at your boldness. Before you would never have behaved like that towards Sanemi. Now? Ohohoh! You did this just to rebel against the bullshit archaic rules he demanded you follow. Your tunes were interrupted with a call from your boyfriend. A quick debate formed in your head on the pros and cons of picking up. You decided you would catch less grief if you just responded, but at the last ring to satisfy your need to be a pill.

"What?" you asked him aggressively. "Is there a reason you are being a complete bitch today? You cycling?" he asked matching you. You glared at your center console not giving him a response. "Well? It's a valid question. You have PMDD. We both know you are aggressive as hell when you are." he pointed out with slightly less anger present in his voice. "No. I'm not. Not that I remember. Check the calendar?" You asked him unsure. Your cycle wasn't completely predictable but you had a rough guesstimate of when it would fall. It changed depending on your stressors so your body may very well be altering your dates.

Plus, he was right, the PMDD made you an intolerable bitch prone to moods like this when it struck. "Mmm, according to this you are probably starting Hell Week. Do I need to go out and grab anything?" he asked you and you heard him stretch. The sounds make you contemplate turning your car around and seeing if you could elicit a similar noise from him in another way.

"Nah, you're home. I'll grab some shit while I am out." you casually responded. "So," he started. The hesitancy clear in his tone. "Do you want to explain why you've been like this outside of Hell Week?" The question was genuine. He was worried.

Part of you knew that he knew but wanted you to voice it. He didn't like playing head games and preferred to be upfront and direct. You were shocked he had lasted this long playing your little game of defiance. Pushing his limits and baiting him. "I don't like this," you told him as you pulled up and stopped at a light. "Define this," he told you. The background of a shower starting hitting your ears. "I don't like the stupid bullshit rules that require me to submit and defer to you. I am not a child. I am a whole, grown-ass woman, Sanemi." you bit out with frustration. "I know." he quietly replied. "So why do I have to act like this meek and pitiful bitch when I am anything BUT that!? What part of me screams passive, demure Stepford wifey!?" you demanded. "Nothing." he calmly stated.

Your nails bit into the leather steering wheel wraps. "So why the hell-" you were starting to rant but he cut you off. "I don't expect you to be that way. I just want to know where you are in case something happens. I can be there if you need me or send someone to you. Even if it's just to be your bitch boy carrying groceries. How you want to present outside, that is up to you. Limiting your exposure keeps the popo from being able to connect you to my crimes. Lastly, you only have to do the perfect hostess rule if we have guests. How often do you think I entertain ANYONE?" his words settled into your brain and you mulled them over while he continued to speak.

"I am not expecting you to be a '40s housewife. It's true the rules sound that way but you pretty much did all that before. Just be you as you have always been. When you need to play hostess, I'll help you out. The other women probably have similar instructions. Not sure about Kyojuro's woman. She just does what she wants and makes our lives hell." his exhaustion seeped into his speech. Something he said clicked in your head. "Wait!? There are other women in this situation!?" you exclaimed. Sanemi moaned in the bathroom and you wondered if it was cuz he stepped under the water spray or if he was doing something else. "Yes, Gyomei has a woman. He calls her his Missus. Don't pry too much there. They like their privacy. Kyojuro has a woman. Their shit is…I don't know how to explain it. He needs to pay attention to her more so she bolts less. She is one of the main reasons I'm away from home."

Your car went forward as the light turned green and you made your way to a shopping centre. "Sounds messy. Is she messy or…?" you let the sentence hang. "Mmm. Couldn't say. Don't want the boss to think I am interested in his woman. I do what I am told and then I come home to be ignored by you." the ending accusation burned with truth and you flinched. "Yeah, alright. I deserved that one. To be fair if you had explained shit like this before I wouldn't have thought you wanted Lil' Miss Suzie Homemaker, bitch." you bit back sans venom.

You heard him groan as you park your car and switch audio to your Bluetooth. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. When are you getting back home? What are you even doing? It has been MONTHS! A man's hand can only satisfy for so long." he whined.

You smirked as you stepped out and locked up your vehicle. "I am buying some figures and looking for some new games. Your hand will have to suffice for now. Hey! Am I able to talk to the other women?" you asked him as you skipped into your favorite game/nerd store. He swore and you heard him hit the wall. "You seriously need to go to therapy 'nemi. That shit isn't cool." you chided him. He responded with another wet thud to the wall and a mocking laugh. "See now you are doing that just to be an ass," you commented with some mirth.

His chuckles met your ear and you melted internally. "I wanna talk to them 'nemi. Pleaaaaaase. Bitching to you about yourself is kinda weird. I need other women to talk shit about you with." Your voice was whiny but you were trying to wear down his resolve. "I never said I wouldn't put you in contact but I think we need some sort of equal exchange here. This request of yours means I have to put my neck out. It's only fair if you put yours out as well." he sounded mischievous. You told him to hold as you purchased your games, the full set of current Boku no Yaiba figures, and some BNY socks. You struggle on the mic as you carry your bags back to the car, then get in.

"Aiight, I'm back. I am not talking to your boss or any of them. Periodt." firm resolution in your tone along with an emphasis on that t. He laughed loudly for a few minutes which annoyed you. "That's not what I mean, My Queen." his voice took a seductive drawl. His voice was breathy and you began to hear him moan over your speakers. "Sanemi! I am driving!" you scolded him. Forcing yourself to keep focused on said task. Reminding yourself that nobody can hear your speakers. The windows are up. "It's been a while. You don't have to do anything. Just keep talking, I'll take care of the rest." his grunts were getting louder and more frequent. " 'nemi!" you warned. "Mmm, say my name again, please." Oh, he was begging. He really was pent up. "Sanemi. Sanemi. Sanemi." you purred out. Driving up to your parking spot. "I need you, Sanemi. Please, please…" You feigned sexual interest as you began smirking evilly. "Yeah, tell me what you need." he panted out. "I need you, 'nemi," you were laying it on thick. Doing your best attempt at an AV actress. "You need me for what, tell me." his voice began to break as he got closer to his peak. "I really need you, 'nemi." you lured him closer still. He whimpered and began to unravel. "So close, just tell me, My Queen. Tell me what you need." He was at the precipice about to fall over.

You stepped out of the car and leaned against the driver's side rear passenger door. "I need you…to help me get these bags out of the car." you cackled. Sanemi roared in frustration and you lost it laughing. "Fucking! That is cruel and unusual punishment! Fucking bitch!" he swore left and right. You slunk down in an uncontrolled fit of giggles. "You said to tell you what I needed." your words broken up in between your fit. "That isn't what I meant and you fucking know it!" he yelled. His voice audible to you without the earpiece. Meaning he was close-ish. "This is not what I had in mind when I wanted you to keep talking!" he raged as he stomped past you, towel wrapped around his waist. Wrathfully, he walked around the vehicle to the other side, grabbed your bags, and stomped back inside the house. "I love you!" your sing-song voice calls off after him as you get up and follow. "I couldn't resist!" you attempt to whine pathetically but it just comes out deranged.

Sanemi drops your bags on the couch, rummages in them, and takes two of the new BNY figures, turning to sneer at you he plods off to his office which is barred entry to you. "HEY! That's MINE! What the hell!?" you exclaim and bolt after him. "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes!" his menacing voice calls out to you as he walks backwards into his office and shuts the door in your face. Promptly locking it forbidding your access.

"Son of a…" you trail off and about-face. Picking up your purchases and heading upstairs to your shared bedroom to place the figures where you want them and hide your games so he doesn't play them before you. Because in his current state he totally would do it to be spiteful.

The games had just been hidden under his side of the mattress when you feel his hands on your hips from behind. "You are going to pay for that with your voice." his threat making you bite back a moan. A hand wraps around your throat, gently and he guides you up, turns you to face him, then kisses you brutally. "Fucking, bitch. You've been teasing me for too damn long." Sanemi growls as he manhandles you onto the bed. "It's time to remind you of some of your duties as my w-" he is cut off by his phone going off. You both freeze and slowly turn to look at the offensive device on the bedside table. Simultaneously you swear together as he gets off you and picks it up.

"Yes, ma'am," he answers respectfully, casting you a glance over his marred shoulders. You take the hint and exit the room, leaving him to talk. Put off that you had been interrupted and that it was another woman who was responsible. Sanemi was loyal so that meant that the other woman had to be the boss's lady. You toyed with the idea of eavesdropping when a hand suddenly fell on your shoulders causing you to scream in surprise. You whipped around and started to yell when he shushed you with a single finger. "She wants to know if you want to meet up and do that thing you were talking about earlier." he relayed to you. Your head nods and he relays your confirmation to the user on the phone.

Hanging up he pulls you flush against his nude body. "Now where were we?" He murmurs into the warm, brown flesh of your neck. You let him drag you back into the room and end his 2 months long drought. Making good on his threat of sacrificing your voice as punishment. If y'all had neighbors they would have filed a noise complaint.

Lazing languidly on the bed you wondered why you had held out for so long. Minus the hoarseness of your throat, you were more relaxed than you had been in a loooong time. Beside you, Sanemi smoked a blunt staring up at the ceiling. "You still gonna be a bitch about shit now?" he asked you boredly. Still looking up, offering you a toke. You took it and puffed twice before responding. "Mmm, I probably will be.

That is who I am." He nodded taking the joint back, setting it on his side table then rolling over on top of you. Blowing the smoke in your face he expertly dodged you slapping his face. "That was rude as fuck, 'nemi." you chided him grabbing his hair and yoinking his head down by it. He moaned and surged forward. Biting your neck then licking the indents his teeth left behind. "Careful. I'll be ready to go again soon," he warned you.

You slid out from underneath him and walked towards the bathroom to get cleaned up. "You still mad at me?" He called out after you. "Yes, but I won't be openly hostile," you yelled back while running some bath water. Normally you would shower then soak after but you just wanted to sit down and enjoy some warm water right now. "Mmm, come back here. I can fuck it out of you this time," he spoke cockily and followed behind you.

"You are showering first?" he asked you as he saw the tub being turned on but the shower remaining empty. "Right!?" he asked again. "Nope. Just gonna soak in some pretty scented water. I don't feel like standing to bathe." you replied rolling your eyes and testing the water temp. It was a wee bit too hot so you were going to need to wait for it to cool down. That's fine, you could add some scented salts and grab a book to read. Your movements were halted by Sanemi's thick arm blocking you. "The hell you aren't. Shower now or I'll carry you in," he ordered you using his command voice.

Immediately you felt rebellion stir in your gut again. Ducking under his arm to go grab yourself a book. He picks you up and carries you into the shower, setting you down on a wooden stool that was inside, stepping out to turn off the tub water then rejoining you in the shower.

"Sit. I'll wash you. Just stay there and stop whining." he ground out. Starting up the shower, automated temperature was warm and inviting. You hummed as he took care washing your body. Hands lingering over some spots more than the others. Most of his attention was centered on your thighs or breasts. "We could still…" he trailed off as both his hands crept up your meaty, brown thighs. You thought about rejecting him but opted not to. Sex with Sanemi was always amazing and he always took his time to get you yours before he got his.

You nodded your head in agreement. He paused and pinched one of your legs. "You just love me for my dick," he mumbled into your back. You laughed knowing that wasn't true but playing along with his game. "That is a whole ass Baseball bat you got between them shredded legs there. And while it is one of my favorite perks to being with you, no that isn't why I love you." He bit your neck once more, harder this time. "Why?" he asked you. The sincerity was poorly hidden under attempts to seduce you.

Your brain registered he was feeling insecure and with good reason. You had been so hot and cold to him. Rebuffing every offer he had extended out towards you. He didn't deserve complete forgiveness but you could admit you were being rather hostile towards him. Sanemi had bent over backwards trying to appease you and earn your forgiveness from your abduction and the previous shit he hid from you. Even if what he hid was completely fucked up. A pinch to your nipple brought you out of your thoughts. "Because you aren't a bitch.

You actually respect me and treat me the way I deserve to be treated. Like a fucking queen." you finally answered his question. Sanemi's hands stopped what they were doing and pulled away entirely. "This is not how you should be treated. You deserve better. I'll get there. Will just take time." he quietly spoke. Resting his forehead against your shoulder from the back. You frowned sensing the mood shift. "Sanemi, stop. Minus the fucked-up shit you've done because of your job, you honestly treat me better than any other person has. I am mad at what your job says you have to do and who you have to be when you are on the clock. I am not completely mad at you per se." you try to reassure him.

His fist punches down without effort into the tiled floor. You groan then spin on the stool to face him. "Ok, so you really need to stop punching shit. You need therapy, Shinazugawa. If we are to survive whatever is gonna happen in the future then I need you to work on that anger and punching issue you have. One day your emotions are gonna take over and you are gonna seriously injure someone." you warned. Sanemi looked away from you and stared at the shower wall.

Coughing lightly. "It'll be alright. We got a really good cleaner who makes sure there isn't any evidence left behind." he casually spoke. Your head tilted and you put your hands out in a "That was weird" motion. Getting off the stool since you were free of soapy suds, walking to the tub, and slid in with a loud, sexual moan. Just to irritate your man. Much to your surprise, he slid down right behind your body. "This is better." He says as he drapes an arm around the large tub. "So you really aren't just sticking around for sex and gifts?" he asks sounding defensive.

Miffed you swat the water in front of you. "I am not a gold digger, asshole. I'm with you of my own non-transactional volition. My love isn't conditional, is yours?" you asked him with a certain seriousness. Sanemi sunk down lower in the porcelain vessel containing you both. Forcing you to scoot forward. "No. Doesn't mean I don't wonder though. The boss woo's his girl back with gestures of grandeur, Tengen has three girlfriends who were already in the life so they knew what they were getting into. I don't even know what the situation is with Gyomei and his woman. I'm not a nice man nor kind man yet here you are. The only reason that normally would make sense doesn't apply because you are you."

Your man was brooding and it was getting on your nerves. You needed to snap him out of it lest he trap himself in his own mind. Your hands played with the water in front of you while you spoke earnestly. "That all sounds like a whole lot of not us. Minus that last part. I am definitely part of us. Which means I need you to listen to me and listen well Shinazugawa." He grabs one of your hands to show he is paying attention so you continue. "I am here for you. Just you. This stuff is nice but it isn't all of who you are. I knew from the jump you weren't exactly the kind of dude I should be getting mixed up with and yet here I am. Just let it be, k?" you let your sentence hang as you wait for him to process the information.

"Whatever brat." he quipped harshly. "I understand. No need to get sappy." he was deflecting which told you that he got your message loud and clear. "Sooo, you aren't gonna get mad when I tell the boss's lady love about what a softie you actually are?" now you were taunting him. "Breathe a word of it and I'll tie you up and leave you begging for mercy." he threatened. You laughed and leaned back against him. "Whatever you say boss." you quip. He stiffens behind you and suddenly you find yourself bent over the edge of the tub.

"Now you've done it." He growls as he positions himself behind you. You mock him knowing this would only spur him forward. Sometime later you finally vacate the bathroom with your lover carrying you, wrapped up in a fluffy towel. Sanemi sets you down on the bed then goes and grabs one of his shirts and drops it on your head. "Wear this. Only this," he commands. You give him the bird and then slowly put on the shirt. It's a loose-fitting dark hunter green v-neck, tee. "Happy now?" you ask as you turn to face him. He wearing the bottoms that match your top.

He hums his approval and picks you back up. Traversing the house till he gets to your gaming room. A comfortable padded room that had a 70's style conversation nook in the center. A massive tv mounted on the wall. There were no couches. Only pillows. It had a cozy den feel to it. He deposited you in a mound of cushions then swags out of the room. He comes back later with drinks, snacks, and your new games. "You thought I wouldn't notice?" he chastises, bopping you on the head with one of the cases after he sets the other things down. You snatch the game out his hand and swim forward in the sea of pillows to the case that held your consoles, remotes, and pc tower.

Inserting the disc in the appropriate console you happily cheer while Sanemi turns on your tv. You inchworm your way back and settle into his lap. "Me first," he announces. You elbow him in the gut and he makes an "oof" noise. "I bought them with my money, bitch! I don't think so!" you exclaim, offended he would even dare. "I pay the electric bill." he counters, nibbling on your ear as a distraction while he tries to weasel the controller out your hands. "AND!?" you challenge not loosening your grip, instead rolling off to the side away from him.

"Alright, alright. I'll let it slide, this time." he relents. You almost believed he was put out until you caught that goblin glint in his violet orbs. "I see you," you say as you make the motion with your fingers. You ignored him and went to your game. Tossing a pillow at him when he would try to "assist" and take the controller from you.

A few hours later his phone went off and he lazily answered it. Stiffening he quickly left the room. When he returned, he was dressed and giving you pleading eyes. "I gotta go. I'll be back later. Please don't do anything stupid cuz you are upset. I'll bring something back to smooth over your rage." he says creeping close to you, a hand outstretched and hovering over your shoulder. You side-eye him and focus intensely on your game. Missing your chance to tranq the creature that had fallen into your electric trap because of a stupid roar.

His hand drops and he sighs loudly with exasperation. "I'll…I'll be back," he mutters, stands, and exits the room. "Be safe." You call out behind him. Looking over your shoulder at him. His eyes light up and he returns to your side, taking your face in his hands and kissing your lips. "I will. I'll be back by the time you wake up," he promises you. Standing up and leaving for whatever called him away. Once you were sure he was gone one of your hands grabs a pillow and chucks it at a padded wall. "FUCKING A!" you swear. No longer interested in your game. You fall back into a mound of soft cushions and proceed to bury yourself in them. A vibration in your pocket lets you know you have a text coming in. Reading it you see it is from Sanemi. "Here is the boss's woman's number. Be respectful. Love you." Short and to the point.

Eyes stare at your phone annoyed then close shut. "I agreed to this," you say to yourself. A reminder that you couldn't guilt him or shame him for what he had to do since you consented to being his support. Still, two months wasn't long enough to have fully accepted anything. Grabbing your phone, you texted the woman on the number Sanemi gave you and let her know he had passed on her digits while asking what's up.

You left the room and wandered downstairs to the kitchen. Tapping one of the electronic interfaces to play some music while you made some dinner. Getting lost in the music you prepped the ingredients to make a nice shrimp, crawfish, and langoustine etouffee. Your emotions were a mess while you processed everything so why not eat out your frustration? And it was going to be a bougie meal cuz you deserved to have the best.

You swayed and danced to the music while meal simmered on the burners. Contemplating what sides, you should make when your phone went off again. Tapping the screen to unlock it and read the incoming message. "So, there was an issue and I'll be home when you wake up still. Just letting you know. In case there is a mess." You sighed and shook your head. Hunger dimmed but you were still going to eat your bougie ass meal because the whole purpose was to treat yourself and raise up your spirits. And that is exactly what you did as you smoked some bud while you ate. Letting the music crawl into your brain and turn you into a liquid once you finished your meal.

Leaving your dishes where they were you went back upstairs to your shared bedroom. Mischief playing in your mind as you eyed Sanemi's closet. Each of you had a walk-in. You never bothered to go into his but he was always in yours leaving new gifts. Smirking you wandered in his, taken aback at the open display of weaponry on display on the far, back wall. He had a few guns and some gnarly-looking blades. Whistling you nodded approvingly then went to the drawers on the center island and began rummaging around looking for his sock drawers.

This man had way too many damn ties you concluded. 8 drawers, 6 deep. Who needs this many ties!? You gave up on that side and went to the opposite side and cheered as you found some socks. Methodically you began to mismatch his pairs. Making sure the non-matching partner was rolled up and hidden. Your tiny rebellion wasn't malicious just a way for you to act out without causing any real damage.

Skipping out of the room you shut his door, went over to your bed, and flopped down on it. Making sheet angels and vibing to life in general. Your eyes started drooping and you fell asleep with all the lights left on. Ahh, Sanemi was going to be pissed when he came home. No fucks given as you drifted off to dreamland.

The bed dipped and warm, roughly calloused hands attempted to move you around. Instinctively you kicked out at the offending person touching you, rolled over, and snuggled into a pillow. A pillow that must have been his cuz it smelled like Sanemi. Somewhere in front of you a pained "Fuck!" barely registered with your ears. You raised a hand and waved off whomever was disturbing your sleep. "Fucking bitch!" An eye cracks open. You are pretty sure the bitch in question referred to yourself. Flipping off the intruder, slowly your body rose up from under the pillow, off the the bed till you were sitting. Rubbing your eyes sleepily. "Who you calling a bitch?" you asked agitated. "YOU! You kicked me in the balls. What the hell woman!?" the voice squeaked out below you. Looking down at the floor you saw Sanemi. He was red-faced, hands tightly grabbing at his groin with his legs clenched around them in the fetal position.

You snickered while you winced. He glared up at you and swore a colorful string of curses at you. "Mmm, clearly you were in the wrong if sleep me decided to defend herself. I can't be held responsible." you yawned out. Sliding off the bed to sit beside him and ruffle his hair. "Want me to kiss it better?" your voice purrs while you continue to fluff his unruly white hair. "Stay away from my dick!" he hissed. Voice coming back to normal so the pain must have been subsiding. "That's not what you normally say" you sang out, stroking the shell of his ear. The glare he gave you would scare most men but for you, it wasn't anything more than a pout. "Last chance for me to kiss it better," you warned. Starting a countdown. Sanemi whimpered as you reached one and he hadn't relented. You stood up and stretched again, stepped over him, and exited your room. The lights were off and the music had stopped playing so that meant he had turned off the lights.

Probably was planning to wake you up and remind you that you shouldn't leave lights on when you attacked him in your sleep. Giggling you went into your game room and buried yourself under your pillow mounds. Sanemi came trailing in after you. Wincing as he walked. "Where do you think you are going? You owe me for trying to prevent me from having kids in the future," he growled out. Clearly pissed off. Your eyes peered out from in-between some cushions.

"Kids? With who? I don't recall having that conversation with you in the 6 years I have known you." your voice was playful as he stomped over and sat next to your mound. "With you dumbass. I'm not getting someone else knocked up and ask you to raise my kid." He was pulling your pillow fort apart, casually, to get to you. "Mm, presumptuous of you to assume I want kids. Especially when you haven't even put a ring on it." Your hands were swatting at him to stop his attack on your peace. He hummed then flopped down on you. Violet eyes serious as they bore into yours.

"You got my kids locked behind a paywall?" he asked flatly. "Yep. Wait, paywall?" you were confused at the comment. "Yeah, weddings cost money. Even if we do a Justice of the Peace that costs money." he supplied eyeing you warily. "Ooh, I duhno. Why you so cagey about money now? If I ask for red bottoms you wouldn't bat an eye." you interrogated him. His eyes rolled as he flicked your forehead, eliciting a yelp from you. "I'm not cagey. I am just pointing out you won't have kids until I unlock the wifey achievement." He booped your nose and sat up. Pulling you into his lap forcefully, since you were not complying and just being a limp noodle. "Of course. That is how it always go in the dating sims n shit. So clearly if I want to unlock the best ending, I need to follow this path. I've already been kidnapped then made the scary mobster fall in love with me." You fished around for your controller and remote while you spoke. Turning on the tv and console of choice when you found them.

"So, after we unlock the Marriage route, we can have kids? No timeframe?" He sounded like he was thinking something over. "Yeah, sure. Why not? That sounds great." you were bored of this conversation and didn't really care for it anymore. "Let's do it. Get dressed. We can get a courthouse thing done then come back and start practicing how to have kids." he tickled your sides as he spoke seductively. You turned in his lap and stared at him. "Wait, are you serious?" you asked in disbelief. He nodded and waited on your response. Your eyes shifted off to the side as you thought about it.

"Mmm, no. You didn't ask right and I feel like you need to get permission from Kyojuro or something to have an actual wifey situation." chewing on your lower lip worried about his response to your rejection. Sanemi booped your nose again and pulled you into his shirt. "I don't need Kyo's permission to do shit in my private life, but you do have a point I should have asked better. I get a redo later but for now, we can practice how we want to make those hypothetically children, yes?" he asked tilting your head up at him.

Smiling, you nodded and leaned up to kiss him. He kissed you then drew back violently. "Ugh, morning breath! Bathroom, now!" he yelled grossed out, wiping his lips offendedly. You laughed and stood up to go cleanse your mouth. Sanemi following behind you glowering at your back. "Hey, you should have known. I was just sleep!" you defended yourself. He peeled off to go into his closet as you entered the bathroom. Brushing your teeth first while you remembered the prank you pulled last night. A satisfied grin forms on your face when you hear him yelling in frustration. Storming into the bathroom,

Sanemi dangles his mismatched socks in front of your face agitated. "Why?" he asks clearly fed up with your shit. "Cuz I felt like it," you respond flippantly. He makes a grabby motion towards your neck, tosses his socks off to the side, picks you up, and drops you on the bed. "How about I show you how I feel about it." He purrs out while you cackle like a madwoman. "I welcome you to try your best at conveying your true feelings 'nemi." your snickers breaking up your sentence. "I need to do something about this smartass mouth of yours," Sanemi speaks before he silences you with a forceful kiss to your mouth.

Fin

[sunshineman2-0]

Art Teacher! Reader x Math Teacher! Sanemi Shinazugawa (x Science Teacher!Kyojuro Rengoku)

Reader is black female

Modern AU

Tw:Kyojuro being a villain, Sanemi feeling bad, Obanai being a therapist, Tengen being actually decent, mentions of alcohol, drunk characters, drunk reader, drunk Kyojuro, a lil spice sprinkled in, a lil violence at the end

Part 1^

Chapter 4: Under the Influence (not drugs but alcohol, also this song is suggested for the club part...)

Kyojuro had kept a close eye on you, looking for any opportunities to speak with you. Even walking you to your car at the end of the school day. But he kept a closer eye on Sanemi. He started to become out of character, using the other male's usual slip ups, to make Sanemi look bad in front of you. Such as, Shinazugawa's interactions with the students, or with other teachers.

One incident involved Tanjiro and the Math teacher.

"Truancy is a offense, Kamado. I dont care if your parents bakery needed a little bit of extra help this morning! Im gonna hand you a fucking detention! Now! Get YOUR ASS TO CLASS!"

You were standing outside of the teacher's lounge. Starting to walk over, Kyojuro beat you to it. He moved to Sanemi's side, patting the male on the shoulder,

"A bit much, my friend?"

Kyojuro turned to Tanjiro, smiling gently,

"Go ahead, I'll excuse it just this once. Be sure to be in time, ok?"

Tanjiro gave his thanks and rushed to class, holding the pass Kyojuro given to him. You finally walked up to them, crossing your arms.

"I didn't think you'd allow that, Kyojuro. Sanemi, you should work on talking to the children... Its worrisome that you still yell at them..."

You gave Kyojuro an approving smile and walked back to your classroom.

"You think your fucking slick, don't you Rengoku?"

Kyojuro turned his attention back towards Sanemi.

"Slick? Is that what you think of me? I'd never-"

"Dont bullshit me. I know, I know, that you like her too."

Kyojuro fixed the other man with a smile, one that spoke an open challenge,

"Well perhaps you could try to quell yourself. But I'm glad you know that I do have feelings for her. All I ask is that you try, if you'd like. I wouldn't take you for one to run aways from a challenge of any kind."

Kyojuro's smile dropped, and he fixed Sanemi with a look,

"I intend on winning her over, in any way I can."

Plastering his usual smile, Kyojuro walked back to his classroom, asking his students for forgiveness and starting back up his lesson. Hopefully, things go as he intended, and he'd win over you and your affections.

~~~~~

Sanemi had been in a foul mood, all damn day. And it was thanks to Kyojuro Rengoku. The bastard had the audacity to openly challenge him. Sanemi rubbed his forehead, that explains the whole past two weeks then... The random ass pop-ups whenever she happened to be around... Especially when it came to the students. It was frustrating... There was few things that Sanemi actually had to himself, and you he considered one of them...

"Whats the matter?"

He looked up and Obanai was standing next to his desk. Sanemi shook his head, sighing. Not wanting to get into what was actually wrong. He waved a hand, and looked back at the papers on his desk,

"I thought you had a date?"

It was the weekend. And weekends ment two things:

couples would go out Friday nights, and spend Saturday together.

Teachers spent that time trying to catch up with grading

"If you could call doing work a date... but no she canceled, we all are going for drinks. I wanted to see if you'd join..."

Obanai scoffed, situating himself into a students desk and looked at his friend.

"Yeah... I think ill-"

"Whats bothering you? I'm not gonna ask again."

That was his only warning, nodding and leaning back in his chair, Sanemi gave in and started to vent,

"Its Kyojuro. He likes (Y/N) too. And he's doing everything in his power to make me look like a dickhead! An-"

"You are a dickhead. I dont see what's bothering you about it. If it wasn't him, it would have been someone else. Hell, Tengen might have tried to jump the poor woman, if no one showed interest. Tell me about what happened a couple days ago. I saw you and her talking on the other side of the lunch room. You actually looked a bit comfortable talking to her."

Sanemi smiled at the thought. The more chances he got to be around you, the more he was determined to win you over.

💨💨💨💨💨

This lunch block, you and Sanemi finally shared, to his relief, Obanai and Mitsuri were chaperones on the opposite side of the cafeteria. It was his chance to learn a bit about you. Anything at this point, aside from you enjoying well made sandwiches from a local bakery in the area.

"So what do you do besides teach?"

He inwardly cringed, waiting for your answer.

"Ah well aside from drawing I like to cook. And bake... hummm Oh! And I enjoy video games. And the occasional walk for my dog, but he's got a pretty decent sized yard to run around in."

"You've got a dog? I picked you for someone to have a fish or a bird.... something weird like that."

You giggled, gods.... it sounded like what he assumed heavens gates would sound like when you walked through them... That made him perk up a bit, turning his full attention on you.

"Yes." You breathed, "I have a dog. He's a pit bull."

That made him scoot a bit closer to you.

"I've got a pit too. He's really sweet. Genya's got some kinda mutt... We really haven't checked, but she's sweet too."

You beamed at him, and Sanemi let himself smile back at you. For the next few minutes you both spoke eagerly about your dogs. Finally exchanging numbers, and making plans for a play-date for the dogs.

~~~~~~~

"We have a play-date...."

While Sanmei smiled at the thought, Obanai made a face and almost smacked his friend.

"A play-date? Yall ain't fuckin 12 man. Wh-"

"Our dogs! We got a play-date set up for our dogs, asshole!"

He frowned at Obanai, who nodded with understanding. Then he stood up, walking to the door,

"You aughta invite her out. Seeing as your coming with tonight... I think she's still in her class room."

Taking that as a clear sign to act, Sanemi followed Obanai out, making a bee-line for your classroom. To his displeasure, he heard Kyojuro's voice coming from there. The idiot was laughing loudly. Sanemi crossed the threshold, glaring at Kyojuro's back, who had his arms wrapped around you. Something about how he had to break up a fight his first day on the job, and the way he held you, was how he grabbed the student who clocked him.

Sanemi cleared his throat, and Kyojuro's head snapped in his direction.

"Oh! Shinazugawa! Can we help you?"

Sanemi twitched, at the sight, you were trying to quiet your giggles. Your bright eyes lit up when you saw him, and you pulled yourself away from Kyojuro. The fire haired man frowned abit, but quickly recovered.

"Hello Sanemi! Is something wrong?"

You looked at him and made your way to stand in front of him. He crossed his arms,

"I was wondering if you'd join me and some of the others for drinks. You don't have to actually drink alcohol, but it'd be nice for you to come with..."

He huffed, and took a glance at Kyojuro.

"Sure! Kyojuro had asked me earlier, so I think it's fine. Right Kyojuro?"

You turned to look at him, and the idiot have you a smile, nodding. Sanemi smiled, he could tell that it was eating at Kyojuro that Sanemi was going along. Given he usually would pass such things up, unless Mitsuri didn't join Obanai, who liked to drink. Sanemi nodded, giving Kyojuro a smile,

"Good we'd best to get moving then. Everyone is starting to leave."

You turned to Kyojuro,

"Are you still ok with me following you? I'm not sure where we're going."

Kyojuro nodded, patting you on the back,

"Of course!"

Walking past Sanemi, Kyojuro made sure they bumped shoulders, almost knocking him to the ground.

"Oh! Forgive me! Are you alright?"

Sanemi sent a glare at Kyojuro, and straightened himself out, scoffing and taking some steps towards you.

"You mind if we ride together? I didn't drive this morning, didn't realize I was going to accept the offer to go drinking."

You gathered some papers, shoving them into your teachers desk, nodding,

"I think that'll be fine! Come on. I dont wanna get left behind!"

~~~~~~

You pulled Sanemi behind you, practically dragging him outside to your car, where Tengen, his wives (whom you had met at another outing, very friendly ladies that you got close too), Gyomei, who was kneeling, gently patting a stray cat, Obanai and Mitsuri, who were waiting by their car, and Kyojuro, whom gave you a bright smile.

"Ok! We're ready!"

Obanai started laughing, and Tengen pointed at you and Sanemi, you were still holding the man hand. Sanemi pulled away, red in the face, stalking to the passenger side of your car. You shrugged at Kyojuro, who let out a chuckle. Settling into the driver's seat, and clicking your seat belt in, you smiled at Sanemi

"Im really excited for you to meet Grizzle! He's a sweet boy, and super friendly! Are you going to let Genya come along too? I'd like to meet his puppy!"

You rambled about the dogs play-date to Sanemi.

"Yeah, I was going to ask him in the morning if he wanted to tag along. His puppy, Rika, is such a shy one, so him being there would be ok."

Everyone pulled out of the parking lot, and you followed Kyojuro's car.

"Awesome! How's he doing in his other classes? His grades are fine in mine, but I'd hate to hear that he's doing poorly in others."

You were fond of the younger Shinazugawa, that and you had a feeling that Genya was playing into whatever plan Tengen had going... Unknowingly or knowingly... Genya had a way of suggesting things, lowkey...

"Ah he's fine. Struggling a bit with English, but he'll study a bit harder, and work past it."

The pair of you spoke, as casually as possible, though you kept catching Sanemi staring at you. The man made you feel a bit uncomfortable, as he always wore this intense look on his face.... He'd look away, but would always end up staring at you again. Parking infront of the bar, you both got out and Sanemi came to your side of the car, standing ar your side.

"Do you have a tolerance?"

He pointed at the doors to enter. You nodded, and started to walk in, following some of the others. But you didn't get all the way to the doors before Suma and Hinatsuru linked their arms with yours, leaving Makio to deal with Tengen first. They usually switched through out the night, to make sure he didn't get too wild.

"Ah! (Y/N)!! You can start drinking with us! We wanna talk to you anyways! See how you're settling in!"

Suma drug you in and settled the three of you at the bar, ordering drinks right away.

"So Sanemi?"

You choked.

"Its ok! He seems a bit too angry for you though..."

Hinatsuru smirked into her glass as Suma didn't waste anytime on doing as Tengen asked, which was to be noisy as possible, you assumed.

"Ah... What about him?"

You tried to play dumb. Sure you had feelings for the man. But Kyojuro had taken some of your interest as well. The both of them had likeable qualities. Of course you could list them, but how would that be fair?

"Well, what about Kyojuro?"

Hinatsuru looked at you, setting her glass down,

"He seems to have taking a liking to you as well, right?"

Fuck you Tengen. Just fuck you.

It seemed like the man had eyes all over the damn place....

~~~~~

Smiling, Tengen looked over at the bar. Good. Two of his wives had you cornered. With any information he got he was going to help whichever friend of his had your attention the most! He felt bad about not noticing that Kyojuro had liked you sooner... Tengen looked at his drink... Then at Kyojuro, who every so often was looking in your direction. You, along with Suma and Hina, were on the dance floor.

Then Tengen took a look over at Sanemi. The male was sitting with Obanai, slouching.

"He's already a few drinks in..."

Gyomei was the unofficial babysitter for outings like this. He always made sure everyone was able to get home. And if not, his house was the designated sober home. Tengen frowned,

"If he depressed, he could have stayed home you know..."

He downed his drink, but almost spit it out, watching Kyojuro get up and make his way towards you, dancing. Perking up, Tengen silently cheered his friend on, as Kyojuro pushed another guy away from you. Sending the other male a glare, Kyojuro pulled you closer to himself.

Tengen let out a wolf-whistle, smaking Giyu on the back, causing the other to spill his drink.

"What the hell?!"

Tengen pointed at Kyojuro, who was currently grinding against you to the heavy beat that was playing. Giyu blinked at the sight,

"I didn't think he could move like that..."

Tengen smiled, and ordered another round of drinks, pushing one over to Giyu as an apology, for making him spill another one. Which was taken, with a nod. Suma and Hina made their way to the table, smugly watching you drunkenly dance on your co-worker.

"Well? Did-"

"Oh there's an interest in both of them... She's trying to still get a feel for them..."

"Looks like she's doing that right now!"

Makio laughed, pointing at you and Kyojuro. Tengen nodded, downing another drink. It seemed like the two of you were getting pretty close. Then it hit him.

"KYOJURO DOESNT ACTUALLY DRINK!!"

Shinobu laughed at Tengen's outburst. He didn't count the glasses, but where the flame headed man had sat, there were at least 4 empty glasses. A bottle service girl, was cleaning them up, getting ready to take more orders.

"Miss. How many drinks did that man have?"

Tengen was panicking, anxious to hear.

"Um. Well he drank them pretty fast... I'd say about six or seven though... which is weird, cause you guys just got here... not 10, 15 minutes ago."

Tengen jumped up, then paused, looking at his wives,

"How many drinks did you guys give (Y/N)?"

Suma blinked and then squinted her eyes. She herself drank in tandem with you at the bar... Hina gave her answer and Tengen dragged her to the dance floor.

"10 drinks?! Do you know what-"

"Tengen. She has a tolerance-"

They started to dance their way towards you and Kyojuro.

"I dont give a shit what kinda tolerance she has! Kyo has none!"

It was true, the man usually babysat a cranberry and vodka... WITH NO VODKA!

~~~~~

With no care in the world, Kyojuro kept you close to his form. Shamelessly grinding himself on your ass. His mind was fuzzy, his chest burned a bit, and you were soft.

Oh so soft...

It kept him grounded, and he didn't need to go anywhere else... In this moment, all he could feel was you. How soft your felt, how your body moves with so much synchronicity with his... The way you let him move his hands up and down your body. A hand on your hips, and the other following the curves of your body. Every so often you allowed yourself to turn to him fully, and trace your hands along his chest. Making him close his eyes, enjoying your cool touch.

Whenever you turned to press your back to him again, he couldn't help but to let his hands wander farther down. Dragging his finger tips on the inside of your thighs. With all the music playing, Kyojuro could hear you over it all. Every little gasp, made him harder. Each brush of your lips against his, made him pull you closer. Call it him being bold or him being stuck in his euphoria, but every opportunity he got, Kyojuro pressed his lips to your exposed skin.

As if he could feel daggers on him, he took a glance at the table where everyone else was sitting. Sanemi, was currently, staring those mentioned daggers at Kyojuro. As if to fuel the fire, Kyojuro spun the pair of you around. So that Sanemi had a full view of you. A full view of you dancing all over him. Not Sanemi. With a sneer, Kyojuro pulled your work skirt up just enough for Sanemi to get a good look at your soft, plush thighs. Him giving them rough squeezes, dragging his fingertips and nails all over them.

Giving the other male a long look, and a Cheshire grin, Kyojuro placed another kiss along the base of your neck. But was then pulled back, literally. Tengen's face wore a look of horror... Or was it an idiots smile? The larger man was beaming at him, saying something... It didn't really set in, as the room spun. He did feel you grab his arm again, your chest squished against it. Tengen had started pulling him back to the booth, and you were dragged along. The pair of you now broken out of your stupor, thanks to Tengen.

Now sitting at the booth, more drinks where being passed around... With everyone save, for Gyomei, being drunk. Kyojuro made sure to keep you close to him. It had been about an hour or two? In reality it had been four or five at this point. With the majority of everyone holding or pulling at someone in attempt to get out of the bar, without falling. Gyomei helped everyone into his van, being sure to be careful with lifting the ladies into the van.

~~~~~

The large man quietly drove home. Checking his rear view mirror every so often when he heard some one stirr. He was happy to be sure his friends were safe, but sometimes it was like being a mother... Which he had been called on several occasions. Gyomei turned on his radio, gentle music always played on it... Unless he let Tengen sit in the passenger seat, on one of the many adventures the group sometimes went on...

Yawning he pulled into his garage. Once he got into more comfortable clothes, and set the living room for men to sleep in. The other guest room was designated for the women. After placing blankets, pillows, medications and water all over the place, Gyomei started to lift and carry the others into his home. Tengen, who always carried his wives in, was somewhat sober and started to help.

"You shouldn't have encouraged that."

"I didn't encourage anything. Kyo did it on his own. Sanemi should take a bit more action. I can't wing man for both of them, if their after the same woman."

"Then stay out of it? It probably would be best of you kept your hands out of it... Really Uzui, I'm sure you'd like to see them both happy, and have someone to go out with your wives... But you also have to consider that it's their lives..."

Gyomei didn't like the meddling Tengen Uzui usually did. He gently laid you down, next to Mitsuri. He could see Tengen sober up, for just a moment. But then the man fixed him with a look and shrugged, walking back into the living room and face planting into the floor, next to Kyojuro.

~~~~~~

The sun shone through the windows and you whined at it. Rubbing your head, slowly sitting up. Blinking, you felt someone touch your back, patting gentle circles.

"Are you feeling ok? You had quite a bit of alcohol last night."

It was Mitsuri, she was holding a bottle of water out to you, and on your other side, Suma was holding a plate of eggs and sausage for you.

"Uh... eat up?"

You frowned at her. It was her and Hinatsuru's fault you woke up like this. Hungover and hurting... But you do remember having a good time... Taking the food, slowly eating and enjoying the new warmth, you nodded to Suma and Mitsuri.

"Thanks... I needed that... But, uh, where are we?"

As if on cue, Tengen opened the door, and you scrambled for the blanket. Causing Makio to laugh, and Shinobu to throw a pillow at the man.

"Ow! And good morning! Everyone slee-"

Another pillow had been thrown.

"Shut up."

Shinobu was reasonably upset and didn't need the loud noises. But that two seconds of quiet didn't last long. There was yelling in the other room.

The living room.

You rushed to throw on your clothes, Tengen's presence forgotten. He led the way into the room, acting as a wall between the men trying to fight. Successfully keeping you and the rest of the ladies from getting inbetween.

Gyomei held Sanemi by the shoulders, arms wrapped underneath the man's own arms. And Obanai and Giyu were holding Kyojuro back on the opposite side of the room.

"FUCK YOU! YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE LAST NIGHT!!"

"What are you talking about!? I barely remember last night!"

"YOU THINK IM FUCKIN TAKING THAT AS AN EXCUSE, YOU SON OF A BITCH!?"

You looked back and forth between the two, confused as everyone else. But Kyojuro had a fresh bruise on his face, forming right underneath his eye. A sign that Sanemi had already gotten to him before anyone could stop him. You dodged from behind Tengen and made way to Kyojuro. Standing front of him, and he looked at you curiously,

"(Y/N)-"

You didn't say anything, as you looked him over, then turned to Gyomei. Who nodded and carried Sanemi into the kitchen, placing the man on the counter. Where Sanemi just stared at you. Gyomei returned to your side with an ice pack, with Obanai and Giyu peeling away, to make room for you to press the ice pack to Kyojuro's face. He hissed and looked at you apologetically, taking the ice pack in his hand.

You looked him over again and walked in to the kitchen to look over Sanemi. The man had a bruise on the opposite side of his face. He looked away from you, still fuming about whatever the hell happened last night.

"Are... We still good for-"

You laughed at him,

"You've got a bruise on your face, and just tried to wreak havoc... But your worried about our dogs play-date?"

Sanemi huffed, the heat in his face not going away, as you touched his cheek.

"I just don't wanna fuck this up, ok..."

You calmed down from laughing at the stupid man before you, and finally nodded at him.

"We're still good for it."

Chapter 5^

[shealolz]

“sunset” - Shinobu Kocho

warnings & notes: using breasts as pillows??

summary: sleepy Shinobu wants cuddles

genre: fluff

Shinobu Kocho x Female Hashira Reader

word count: 682

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you felt hands sneak around your waist and that faint but sweet aroma of lilacs infiltrate your nose as Shinobu peaked over your shoulder.

“oh hello, there Kocho-san.” Uzui, who you had just been talking to, smiled as he sent Shinobu a wave.

“good evening Uzui-san. I apologize to interrupt your conversation but I need to borrow (name) for a bit.” Shinobu replied, the small smile present on her face.

“oh of course! I don’t mind, I have my own wives to attend to after all.” Uzui said, giving you and Shinobu an over-exaggerated wink.

you rolled your eyes but waved to the sound hashira as he walked away before turning your head to face Shinobu. “hmm.” you hummed, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose. “what is it darling?”

Shinobu let out an airy laugh before pressing her face into your neck, relaxing in your embrace. “I’m tired dear and I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep without you.”

you let a smile break out onto your features as you turned to face her fully, forcing her head from your neck.

“then let’s get to your estate, I’ll help you to bed there,” you said, interlocking your fingers with the insect hashira.

the two of you headed for her estate, waving to Shinazugawa when you passed him, only laughing when you didn’t get a response back.

“the other hashira are sure interesting.” you thought aloud, giving Shinobu’s hand a squeeze. “I suppose so,” Shinobu said back, having rested her head on your shoulder.

you could tell she was really tired. Shinobu more showed her affection in private, the most she would do in public his hand-holding and if hugging you from behind earlier wasn’t a big enough sign this sure was.

once inside the estate the two of you sneaked by the other occupants before locking yourselves in Shinobu’s room.

breathing in the warm scent of baked dough that Shinobu’s room always smelled of you felt at home, Shinobu was home to you.

you slipped off your hoari, Shinobu taking off her own before kicking your shoes off. you sat on the futon, Shinobu sitting next to you as your thighs brushed together.

the only source of light was the setting sun peeking through the pale-colored curtains and giving Shinobu’s bedroom a golden hue.

you moved to lay down and Shinobu took advantage of this, startling your hips as she positioned herself above you.

her lips hovered over your own and she gave you a quick peck before laying down her head on your chest.

she dug her face into your breasts, gaining a surprised chuckle from you before your hands rested on her back, rubbing at her middle.

her black and purple strands of hair tickled your face and before you could get comfortable you felt Shinobu frown through your uniform.

before you could question what was wrong Shinobu lifted her head and undid the buttons of your uniform and pressed her face into your now bare breasts, a shiver running down your spine when her warm breath tickled your skin.

“so this is what you wanted,” you mumbled, relaxing into the futon. you felt Shinobu nod weakly in response.

your hands snaked up to her hair and pulled out the butterfly hairpiece, successfully undoing her yakai-maki bun and letting it brush her shoulders.

you placed the hairpiece on the floor next to you before continuing to run at Shinobu’s back, feeling her pent-up muscles slowly come undone.

a kiss was pressed to the space between your breasts, light but heartfelt. “thank you love.” Shinobu muttered, her words dying off as her purple eyes fluttered closed and she fell asleep.

a fond smile crept onto your lips and you let out a sigh. “no need to thank me.” you breathed out, knowing Shinobu wouldn’t hear.

you felt your own eyes droop and let the exhaustion from hanging out with the kids earlier get to you as your half-lidded eyes stared at the ceiling.

you could lie like this forever, you thought as you drifted into unconsciousness.

[chocoladieimagines]

If you’re taking reqs may I request Sanemi x black fem reader who is also a demon slayer and short tempered as him?

Absolutely! In the way of being short tempered, I would think of a s/o who isn’t afraid of speaking her mind if need be. So someone who often doesn’t agree with Sanemi’s actions at times since he can be stubborn and quick to lash out. Also doing things without thinking rationally since it can be extremely difficult to dissuade him from something after harboring so much hatred. Basically, whenever she’s around him, it’s just a totally different side of her she shows towards him that he’s just like ‘damn what I do to her’ lol.

Sanemi Shinazugawa x Black!Reader

- You were first to be born to two parents familial of a powerful military caste.

- During the feudal period, samurai were so highly valued in feudal Japan thanks to their lifetime of training in the art of war, their monopoly on the tools of war, and the use of these two values as officers of peace. Without these valuable traits and possessions, society could no longer justify their existence

- The Emperor Meiji realized that Japan was far behind the western nations in technology and that in order to survive as an independent country, they would need to make dramatic changes to catch up.

- They decided that the division of Japanese society into separate social classes hindered modernization. The task of removing the feudal class system was by removing the informal social superiority of the samurai and integrating them into the rest of society as equals.

- Eventually, they came to accept their new station in life and integrated with the rest of society. They became artisans, merchants, and farmers. Many joined the National army as officers or became civil servants.

- However, several people born in foreign countries were granted the title of samurai. The period of the Nanban (Southern Barbarian) in Japan from 1543 to 1614, is named such to mark the arrival of the first Europeans to Japan and ensuing establishing of certain relations of power and culture. The slaves were not only work horses of heavy labor but some were clerics, translators, interpreters and guides.

- There were different kinds of “black”, different hues and heritages as black bodies as slaves were not only from the African continent but also Malaysian and South Asian negrito tribals, black Asian aboriginal tribal peoples were enslaved by white nations during the colonial period. At the same time, Northern or East Asian attempted continuously to invade and conquer their southern neighbors, by land and sea. A man by the name of Takeshi, a black Asian, became a retainer of a daimyo, a great lord who were vassals of the shogun.

- Since the Southeast Asians and South Sea peoples were of darker complexion and with some having similar physical features with Africans, they were all considered “black” by the northern Asian invaders and traders. Condescending attitudes towards the Southeast Asians, Filipinos, and all tribal people, came concurrently with the desire to rule and be superior. Takeshi’s tribe was conquered and became part of lower caste groups and ethnic groups in Japan. After these ethnic groups were obliterated and assimilated with the Japanese as “one” people, Takeshi became born into a samurai family.

- When a child grew up in a samurai family, he was expected to be a warrior when he grew up, so much of his childhood being spent practicing different martial arts. This became respected of him as a Samurai, since not many black people would have the opportune of joining the upper echelons of Japan’s warrior class, the samurai. However, after samurais became abolished, Takeshi’s family still instilled justice and educated the populace of relatives to keep their operations secretive. They kept the tradition of Samurai because of the arisen of demons, since the creatures live in secrecy upon the outskirts of the population, at large being ignorant to their existence.

- By hiding from persecutors, they were closer to villages or clans which trickles down to you as a descendant of Takeshi.

- Your mother was a female warrior, who would be referred as the Onna-Musha if it were premodern times. The Onna-Musha or Bugeisha were trained in martial arts and strategy, and fought alongside the samurai to defend their homes, families and honors.

- After you were born, you were also trained in the same method with a Naginata; a versatile, conventional pole arm with a curved blade at the tip. It allowed onna-bugeisha better balance given their small stature.

- Since killing demons meant forging Nichirin blades out of Scarlet Crimson Ore (which absorbed sunlight to such an extent that decapitation was all that was needed to kill a demon), your family learned to utilize mystical combat in multiple forms of martial arts.

- By using their own life force energy, they may create, shape and manipulate the energy of elements otherwise, specifically solar energy. It appears as a beautiful luminance around the blade of your naginata; resembling the gaseous form of a flame as it shows iridescence of illuminating colors.

- After you were trained from your parents’ devotion of you having self defense, your siblings were born into the world. One by one looking up to you as their role model—someone worthy of imitation. Due to being accompanied by your little brothers and sisters, you felt a sense of a gravitational pull to them. Feeling the necessity of ensuring their safety and security, immutably driving you to respond to even their needs like it was a maternal instinct. Which included developing a distressed mentality that precipitated firing off on someone in defense of an argument (usually for the protection of others).

- Your family was unbeknownst of the Demon Slayer Corps until you encountered a tall, muscular, and slender man with spiky white hair and large lavender eyes. You were surprised to see that his body and face were covered in scars which looked to have “accrued” after years of his (seemingly) encyclopedic knowledge against fighting demons.

- He looked at you strangely as well; you wore a slit silky white kimono patterned by green bamboo lattice and one arm wriggled free of a sleeve, cinched with a matching green sash. Your freed arm allowed view of your sarashi wrapped tightly around your chest as your arm was lightly armored in iron plates and kusari (iron chain mail) sewn together in layers. A conical bamboo hat was loosely tied around your neck so the hat could lie on your back, showing your features to him.

- His eyes ogled you from your Geta sandals and your smooth bared leg to the luster of your garment shining the curvatures of your hips. He silently thought the expression of your features was attractive, especially the thick coily tresses of your hair that framed your face. The way it outwardly levitated from gravity due to its curly strands was particularly unique to him.

- You didn’t like the way he stared at you. It felt like you were on display for his eyes to undress you. “What is your business here?” You inquired, pulling the man’s notice on your hand clenching your weapon. It was said prior that more demons became present near your rural areas. You went on duty to track where they were coming from—inside the woods—only to find the man beheading them and stringing some up for daybreak. He possibly did it to torture them.

- “I should be asking you the same thing.” He scoffed. “Surely you weren’t coming to kill those demons, especially in that attire. Quite provocative for the Demon Slayer’s uniform.” “Excuse me? Provocative? For what uniform? I am not schooled like some student. And what if I am a demon slayer?” You spoke in incredulousness. It seemed so misogynistic to you that you were first judged on the clothing honorary to your tradition. You wondered if he thought it deprived from your abilities.

- He chuckled as if you just made a joke, “You wouldn’t last a day if you think being a Demon Slayer is about getting dolled up. It looks like you’re trying to attract demons more than fend them off.” “And who are you to judge how I dress? Do you think that flaunting your abs will counter my ability of kicking your ass?” “What? These?” He opened his gakuran jacket more to expose the six pack of his abdominal muscles, feeling heat escalate to your cheeks as he beheld more of the scars on his body. He then responded to your gaze with a smirk, “How kind of you to make a comparing example of something that’s attractive. You can touch them too if you’d like.”

- Was he flirting with you? First, he criticized you on you looks, now he decided to taunt you? You grasped your naginata and spaced your feet into a stance. You grabbed the polearm with your backhand over your thigh and your front hand gripped higher up the weapon away from the body. You kept your posture straight for a proper height of the blade.

- He deviously snickered, “What a naughty girl. You know it’s against the rules for demon slayers to fight each other upon confrontation.” “What rules? On our turf, you are on our property. Which means you have the obligation to move or be moved.” You denounced. “Such big talk. I’ll end this quickly so master will barely see it as a fight.”

- With that, he dashed towards you, surprising you to see he didn’t unsheathe his weapon. The way he zipped towards you, he was meaningful of close combat at short range, unlike your naginata which coupled with greatly increased distance gave the spearman a real advantage. You decided in quick process to rely on your agility and powerful kicks as you channel your energy through your attacks. It would greatly enhance and empower yourself and your executions for more efficacy or potency for damage.

- You evaded his swift attack by being able to propel yourself on your naginata, mutually measuring out the steadiness between your weight and the pole. By this, you were able to “squat” on your weapon from above and consider the next attack to perform. Within the time frame of him realizing you’ve dodged his move, you swung your body and temporarily featured upper body strength in defying gravity. You paralleled your body with the ground and for a second’s notice distributed your weight with the naginata—landing a concussive kick into his side. The impact knocked him back a far distance, colliding into a tree.

- You quickly ran towards him, fluently combining fast and slow slashes with side and forward dashes to create variants of attacks and to force him to remain in defense and safe distance from you. Yet, he moved instantaneously in response to his stimulus, being able to try to control his reaction time and adapt into some of your methods of thinking/fighting. Thus, he “used your strength” against you, making the precision of composite punches to your face. You hit the ground, seeing him hover over your body and holding down your arms, “Like I said, our match is over. You will come back with me to face consequences.”

- You managed to pull your legs to your chest and kick him away from you, “I don’t answer to you! I don’t even know who you are or this place you’re loyal to.” You kick your body back up, following back into a stance to prepare you for anymore engagement. “Quit acting so damn confused, you’re a demon slayer aren’t you?” He remarked questionably. You frowned in frustration, wondering if he was subliminally asking something. “Well technically yes, but obviously not in the definition you mean.” You said.

- The man deeply sighed, “Women. You’re so flip-floppy. How can you nod your head yes but say no?” You rolled your eyes, “Because you asshole, I still kill demons, just not in the same uniform as you.” “Hmph, only the swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps utilize nichirin blades that are powerful enough to kill demons. How could you not be in the organization if you can still kill them?” “My family and I have been living in secrecy from the government because as descendants, our predecessors still practiced the tradition of the samurai. We resorted towards rural settlements by richer jungle to be able to hide our weapons and practices extant because of demons. We’ve never heard of this ‘Demon Slayer Corps’ since we thought we were the only ones being militant and knowledgeable of demons’ existence.”

- Sanemi had many questions but thought it would be wise to save them for Oyakata-Sama. Suddenly, a crow began to drift above you two and utter a series of grating caws, “Ca-Caw! Sanemi Shinazugawa is to report back to Oyakata Sama! Ca-Caw!” “I hate that fucking bird.” You heard Sanemi mumble. “You know my name so you’re coming with me. The Demon Slayer Corps is more sustainably adequate for you anyway.”

- As much as you wanted to protest what he meant in clarification, you knew what he meant. If you were to join the Demon Slayer Corps, you could raise more money for your family, since you were practically cut off from the rest of Japan’s economies. You live without the government’s support which meant that without roads, markets, banks and connections to the rest of the country, no new economies would take root. Instead, you were labor-intensive; plantations that exploit cheap labor available in nearby villages and towns, while the majority of the crops grown are mostly shipped to global markets.

- Upon meeting “Oyakata-Sama”, you hesitantly followed Sanemi’s lead in kneeling before the gentleman. You didn’t want to be rude possibly staring at what appeared to be an illness or disease he had befallen. Nevertheless, he had a gentle and calm demeanor that enraptured you. “Master, I am pleased to see you in good health. I fervently pray for your continued good fortune,” Sanemi wished, suprisingly showing a side of reverence for him. “During my mission, I happened to encounter one of the villagers who says her and her family are samurai and are capable of defending themselves against demons although they have no prior knowledge or connections with the Demon Slayer Corps.”

- “How interesting, especially since the samurai were abolished during the Meiji Restoration at least 44 years ago. May I know your name?” He asked while you were partially listening, due to being soothed by his calming voice. Sanemi elbowed you to catch your attention, “Oh! My name is Y/N L/N, pleased to meet you, sir.” “Indeed a samurai clan. I must know the reason why you and your family decided to keep paying homage to these military warriors.”

- You explained everything about your family to the man; your fighting styles, your way of practicing, your attire, etc. Sanemi “patiently” stayed by your side since he wouldn’t leave without Oyakata’s orders. Although your apparel was a bit disheveled from earlier, Sanemi still slightly thought you pulled the look off, expertly. There was something about your unique fashion that made him feel warmth, magnetism, enticement—weird. For someone as abrasive, hot-blooded and stubborn as he was, he never thought he would be trusted with the idea of intimacy between another person. His cold personality resulted in losing too many people he cared about in the past. Opening himself up again for someone would be too much, especially in a world where it was a war between demons and humans.

- “Sanemi, could you please show Y/N around to sway her interests of joining our alliance?” Oyakata requested, awakening him out of his thoughts. “Of course Master.” Despite starting off on the wrong foot, he did as told, guiding you straightforwardly in detail and didn’t stop if you wanted to pause to look at something. His pace was haste, deciding to take in your surroundings while you had the chance to. Many children participated in the organization; the uniforms were coed between either wearing pleated skirts or hakama pants with the same gakuran top you saw Sanemi in. They appeared to differentiate in colors, Sanemi’s a green tint in the sunlight in the place of some of the darker ones others wore—navy blue, purple, black or even a brown. They also practiced kenjutsu ; where a bokken or wooden sword was used as a safe substitute for katanas for sparring.

- Oyakata informed you about the Demon Slayer Corps so as you were briefly toured, you would understand the things you looked at. But seeing the children risking their lives after the cost of their families, awfully reminded you of your siblings. Back at home, your parents would mostly tend to the domestic chores as they relied on you as one of their warriors to protect the village. Then, they could keep watch of the rest of their children, often something you felt the necessity of doing. Watching over your family. When you noticed Sanemi left you, you went to try and interact with the rest of the Hashira; introducing yourself, producing conversation and helping out with chores if you could.

- You made the most conversation with Shinobu Kocho, Insect Hashira. She displayed a laid back demeanor, a smile frequently present on her face which exhibited a bright and cheery nature. But it facaded her enjoyment of teasing others to the point of being rather sadistic through the jokes she made. You weren’t sure to shocked or to laugh, afraid of how the others would see you. “Oh it’s ok, you can laugh. Especially in front of Tomioka.” She giggled. You breathed a sigh of relief and let a half suppressed snigger peep from your lips.

- Then you cleared your throat, “Is it okay if I ask you about Sanemi Shinazugawa?” Shinobu looked at you questionably, “Why? Are you afraid of him? Trust me, as scary as he may want to make himself look, it’s just a front.” “No, he doesn’t scare me. I initiated a fight with him earlier because of some of the things he said. My people didn’t need to be saved by him, especially if it would’ve been only to disrespect us. It’s like a smack in the face of how we’ve been raising ourselves to be true warriors.” “Yes, I apologize for Shinazugawa. He can do things out of line, unfortunately more times than we know it. But his cold exterior armors a soft soul. I’ve treated his younger brother, Genya; he can be just as ill-tempered and non-cooperative as his brother but he is apparently shy around women, especially my girls, Sumi, Kiyo, and Naho. He told me that he was in search of Sanemi, eldest of seven children, after their family was killed. He remembers Sanemi saved him from their mother but became isolated because he labeled him as a murderer in panic. Up to now, since he is little brother, Shinazugawa throws harsh rebukes at him because he cares for him. Think of it like a bully, most times they’re bowling you by hurting and insulting you, but it can also be their way of showing interest in you or an attraction in the way of giving you a hard time.”

- “I understand. Thank you, Shinobu.” You bowed. “Your welcome, Y/N.” Unbeknownst to you, Sanemi heard your conversation nearby, since he randomly felt he should locate where you were. Later, you bowed to Oyakata when you were on your way back home. He welcomed you to feel free of accompanying them anytime you wanted, they had open arms if you needed protection. Shortly after you left, you felt someone yank you by your arm. You quickly freed yourself by twisting your hand out of the opening where their thumb and finger met.

- “Since when did you have permission to touch me? And why are you trying to pull me somewhere no one can see us?” You questioned Sanemi. “Don’t think that I like you. Don’t think that after what that girl told you that you know me or that I won’t pull my punches.” He warned. “Trust me, I wouldn’t think for a day that I would stoop myself so low.” “And what do you mean by that?” “However you take it. I wouldn’t be concerned about someone who sees me like anyone else or be a doormat.” “Then why are you putting yourself as an example if it wouldn’t affect you?” “Cause it wouldn’t.” “Maybe it would if you’re trying to morally describe yourself.” “Why are you here? Just to make a threat or to walk me home? I can take of myself thank you, remember by how I bested you in combat.”

- “Oh please, I was the one who ended up on top. If our fight lasted you would be talking to that girl for a different reason.” He said, making you laugh. “That’s quite optimistic of you but never underestimate your enemy Shinazugawa. We shall have a rematch, no?” He smirked with a devilish grin, “If that’s your death wish then I shall be your reaper.” His response entertained you and during your exchange, he ended up walking with you home regardless. “Thank you for the laughs Sanemi. It will be fun when I fight you here tomorrow.” You winked.

- That next day, upon his visitation, he attempted to surprise attack you. You successfully dodged it, “Nice day we’re having.” “Hmm.” Then got a view of each other. He noticed you wore a white kosode with sode-kukuri (cords) through the sleeves and opened shoulders. Muna-himo (strings) were attached to each lapel and tied in front to keep the garment closed with your black hakama. He wondered if you could’ve changed into more of a practical outfit because of what he commented. Yet, you moved just as fast and did well at keeping him from getting close enough to impact you. He found an opening and kicked you in the face, causing you to fall.

- “I have a feeling you like being on top of me.” You said to him as he tried to tower you. You rolled your torso into a circular path on the ground and twirled your legs into a v shape. When you tripped Sanemi, it was your turn to crawl on top of him out of humorous reasons. “I like where this fight is heading.” He mischievously thought. “Yeah for me. I disarmed you and you’re in my submission.” He chuckled, “Cause I let you, that’s what makes the fun of it.” He winked then bucked his hips into you. You gasped, taking the opportunity to punch him continuously in his face. Not because of what he did but for being merciless from pulling each other’s punches.

- He didn’t put his guard up but lets the blood trickle from his nose and into the junction of his lips. “Not a scratch.” He smugly smiled, licking the blood away from above his lip. When you treated him afterwards, he formed more respect for you and subconsciously allowed his feelings to pervade his system. He made more nonsensical jokes to hear you laugh and listened to your opinions more than his usual stubborn self. He alarmed you of some of the threats that were coming your way, indirectly inviting you to join him on his missions. It built cooperation between you two, as well as more of a bond than constantly contesting everything. Although, a time when you argued, you hugged him as a way to reassure him that you cared and considered him as your friend. It made you laugh to see him resist from hugging you back.

- You showed more of a friendlier side to him as you would to your family. You introduced him to your siblings which joyfully reminded him of his family, including Genya. One time, while you two were watching the sunset, you saw that one of your little sisters was hesitating to come talk to him. “It’s ok, he won’t bite.” You encouraged her, pulling his attention towards her. She showed him numerous flowers and asked him questions of what was his favorite things. It warmed your heart to see a compassionate side of him as he answered all of them, including you as answer. That made it much aware to you of his feelings for you.

- “Did you know what I meant?” He asked you that night. “Yes, thank you, you’re my favorite too.” You smiled. “But I mean it,” He said, giving you back your hug like you did before. “I hesitated to accept the feeling of love because I don’t want to lose anyone again.” You looked up from the warmth of his chest and into the conveyance of his eyes; now filled with adoration and worship. “Trust me love, I’m not going anywhere.” And you two kissed.

Thank you for reading! I apologize for the late response, I’ve been busy a lot but I wanted to do as you requested! I wish everyone a wonderful day!🤎🍫

[just-another-kny-writing-blog]

Hi ! I have a thing to imagine things I would do to the characters that I love and make him or her blush, and I really want to write it out to satisfying my imagination, but I’m really bad at writing. So can u help me do a femreader that’s 4 or 5yrs older than Genya that when she first saw him with the others, she kinda have the love at first sight and told him that she’ll wait for him to grow and marry him, and make him blush ❤️❤️❤️ Gahhhh i love my baby so much and thank you!!!!

**My first time writing for Genya, I hope you enjoy it!** 

Sudden Love Confession and Marriage Proposal

Warning(s): manga spoiler alert ahead

Pairing(s): Shinazugawa Genya x female! reader

After finishing her mission, Y/n drops by the Butterfly Estate for medical treatment. As she enters and makes her way through the courtyard, she notices a group of young demon slayers: a few years younger than her. One has burgundy red hair, one has yellow hair, one wears a boar mask, and one has black hair with a mohawk hairstyle. They’re all fooling around and laughing in the courtyard.

Usually, Y/n doesn’t care and goes on with her day. But as soon as she sees the boy with the mohawk hairstyle smiles, she stops in her own track. Feeling mesmerized by his gentle and shy smile, she can’t help wanting to stare at it. A warm feeling of love starts to bloom in her chest as her heart races like crazy. For the first time in her life, she couldn’t believe that she can even fall in love at first sight, as she is a person who doesn’t fall in love with looks alone.

“Hey, you, with the mohawk hairstyle!” Y/n shouts out to him, causing everyone to stop and turn around to look at her. She makes her way over to them. 

“Umm…are you…talking…to me?” The boy with the mohawk hairstyle, then shyly points to himself with a confused look. “Yes, you! Who else,” Y/n huffs, without a care to the other three boys.

“My name is L/n Y/n. What’s your name?” she asks him as her eyes brimming with excitement. “M-my n-n-name is S-Shinazugawa G-Genya.” Genya shyly replies as he isn’t very good being around girls anymore after his puberty hit him.

“So, your name is Genya, huh? Well, it’s a pleasure meeting you, Genya! Since I am not the kind of person who likes to beat around the bushes, so I will bluntly tell you. I fell in love with you at first sight when I saw you smiled earlier.” Y/n bluntly confesses her feelings as she further continues, “I want to marry you. You’re the only person who can ever make me feel like this. You don’t have to tell me right now since you’re still a bit too young! I’ll wait for you until you become an adult! Thank you, and good-bye, I’ll see you later in the future~!” With that said, Y/n winks at him before running away and leaving everyone in shocked. 

Genya’s whole face turns red, redder than all reds, as he gapes in shock. Even after Y/n disappeared off into the distance, he’s still too shocked to say anything as he heavily blushed. It seems like Y/n’s sudden love confession and marriage proposal has broken him. 

“HOW THE HELL IN THE WORLD, DO YOU MANAGE TO GET A LOVE CONFESSION AND A MARRIAGE PROPOSAL AT THE SAME TIME?! I’M SO DAMN JEALOUS OF YOU, GENYA, EVEN I COULDN’T GET ONE MYSELF!!!” The boy with the yellow hair cries as he violently grabs onto both of Genya’s collars, shaking him back and forth. “Zenitsu, please let go of Genya’s collars!” The boy with the burgundy red hair has to step in and drag him away from Genya. 

While listening to all of their bickerings behind her, Y/n heads back to get her medical treatment. She feels very content with her love confession and her marriage proposal as she hums away.

[petitelepus]

A Loner's Unexpected Journey, Part 12

Kimetsu Academy!Genya Shinazugawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: You're haunted by this awful dream so you seek comfort from Genya and ask something huge from him.

Warnings: Blood And Death

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Female Reader, Genya Shinazugawa

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 17 II PART 18

W- where were you? You looked around but you couldn't see anything else than pitch-black darkness. The air felt heavy with the familiar sickening scent of iron in the air and you soon realized that it was blood. You had an extremely bad feeling about this…

"Hello?" You called as you walked around, "Is anyone there? Does someone need help?"

"…elp…"

You gasped. That was Genya's voice!

"Genya!?"

"…elp…"

"Genya, where are you!? I'm coming!" You shouted as you bolted from your spot. You kept running but nothing changed until your leg got caught on something and you fell face-first into the ground.

"Ah!" You gasped and the smell of blood was stronger than ever before.

"Help…"

"Genya!" You looked behind you and saw that it was him, b- but he was on the ground and there was so much blood pooling around him…!

"G-Genya, what happened!?" You stuttered as you turned and saw that he was bleeding.

"Genya!" You cried out as you took your hands and pressed against the fatal-looking wound on his abdomen. Blood kept flowing through your fingers and you almost felt fear and shock paralyze you.

"I'm…" Your partner choked on blood, "I'm dying…"

"No!" You cried out as you pressed harder on his wound but it almost felt like he just bled more and grew weaker with each passing second. "Genya, no! Please… Don't die on me! I can't lose you also!"

"I… I love…"

"GENYA!"

"GENYA!" You gasped as you snapped awake all of a sudden. You quickly sat up and panted breathlessly. You could feel your heart beat out of control in your chest and tears streamed down your face.

What an awful dream you had… It felt so real! Too real…!

Fear bit into your heart and soul with its freezing cold fangs and you had to make sure it was only a dream. You had to make sure that Genya was okay, that he was alive.

You quickly threw your blanket aside before you carefully got up from your bed and made your way to the living room space where Genya slept.

The room was dark, and it took a moment for your tear-filled eyes to get used to that darkness, but once you did, you approached your partner.

"Genya…?" You whispered as you tiptoed to him. Carefully, you climbed into his makeshift bed and looked at him, but he was so still that your dreams and fears surfaced. Just like did the tears also.

"Genya…?" You tried a little louder and gently shook his shoulder. Slowly, the young man grunted and you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

Thank God, he was alive.

"Hng…"

And now he was awake also.

"What the fuck…?" Genya grumbled as he slowly forced his sleep-drugged eyes open and saw you there by his side. He blinked slowly, but then he registered that it was you and he woke up a little more, "What's wrong?"

"Genya, I- I-!" You swallowed a lump in your throat and you hugged him with all you got. The young man was still half asleep, but when he felt you embrace him, he woke up for good.

"W- what happened? Is everything okay? Is it Lady?" He asked in shock and you squeezed him in your arms, "You died! I- in my dream, you died and I was there and I couldn't do anything, and the blood…!"

"A nightmare…?" He thought quietly out loud and you sobbed as you nodded against his shoulder. "It- it was so scary and so real…!"

"I'm here…" Genya murmured softly as he wrapped his arms around your shaking form and hugged you close, "I'm never leaving you like that… I'm here for you…"

"I- I know…!" You sobbed, your body shaking in his arms. You knew that he wouldn't leave you, that Genya wasn't like anyone else… He was the kindest and sweetest person you knew and you loved him so dearly for it.

"Genya?" You whispered carefully and he nodded against your shoulder, "Yes?"

"I know we agreed that we would wait until we are adults…" You swallowed a huge lump in your throat as you pulled back from the hug so you could look him in the eyes, "But I want to sleep with you…!"

"W- wait, what!?" Genya blinked in shock and you wiped your eyes with the back of your hand before you grabbed him by his shoulders and you maneuvered him to your liking.

Soon the young man found himself lying on his side with you behind him, hugging his back against your body a- and soft chest!?

"W- what…?" He was still a little confused and you snuggled your face against the back of his neck as you sighed, "Just… Let me hold you… Make sure you are really here with me…"

Slowly, Genya understood what you had meant by sleeping with him and he relaxed considerably in your embrace. Though, he had to ask, "Wait, am I the little spoon?"

"Do you not like it?" You asked and your warm breath tickled the back of his neck.

"I- it's not like that…" He blushed, "I… I like it… It's very comforting…"

And he wasn't lying. He even smiled a little as he felt you embrace him so lovingly. He had never felt that way before. Maybe once when his mother was still alive… But you weren't his mother, but a loving girlfriend who was at the moment very upset by a horrible nightmare.

"Losing you like that in my dream…" You whispered, "It made me realize just how much I like you…"

"I'm not gone…" Genya whispered as he gently grasped your hand that rested on his chest and squeezed it, "And I won't be."

"I'll protect you…" You promised from the bottom of your heart, "And I won't let anyone hurt you…!"

"I know I'm safe with you." He carefully raised your hand that he grasped, and brought it to his lips so he could gently kiss the back of your hand, "And I'll protect you… From the world and the nightmares…"

"Aww…" You smiled as you closed your eyes and relaxed against your beloved, "Thank you…"

"Now, let's get some sleep…" He smiled, "We can tomorrow get some cake from that place you like."

"You're the best Genya."

[coldre-x]

||Sanemi Shinazugawa ||

||Obanai Iguro ||

NSFW//SMUT.

Pairing: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Reader x Iguro Obanai.

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Instead of the semi-annual Hashira meeting, Oyakata-sama decided to throw a simple party. The party didn't really have a meaning, it was just to have some fun.

All of the Hashiras went there, even if some of them didn't want to. However, everyone was puzzled about Muichiro being there, since he was underage. The boy was merely thirteen, and that surely wasn't an age to start drinking. Or, doing anything else than going to school/training, at that matter.

The "party" took place in a small restaurant near the Hashira headquarters. Oyakata-sama rented a room and ordered takoyaki, ohagi,  tempura, sushi, rice wine and other drinks and foods. When the Hashiras came, they were led to the room by a pretty girl. She had (h/c) hair, it was tucked behind her ears.

Two of the Hashiras noticed the pretty female. Her frame caught their eyes.

She was assigned to serve them. The two males, Sanemi and Iguro, were feeling giddy about it.

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I searched the shelves for more wine. The Slayers were drowning it. I had to bring more and more each time. I was a tad bit tired from all this running.

When I came back, I set the bottle on the table and looked around. A girl with pink-green hair seemed to be out, heavily breathing as she slept on the chair. A ripped, flamboyant male was chuckling with another guy, who had fiery yellow hair with red tips. And.. is that a kid?

I sighed. This seemed like a hassle to get them all out. A few of them rested on the tatami mats laid for them. Two particular caught my attention.

One of them had his shirt unbuttoned, as if showing off his abs. His spiky, white hair and scarred features gave off an aggressive vibe, however, I decided not to settle for only looks. He could be the nicest person I've ever met.

The other one had a striped haori and a snake on his shoulders. However, it was his heterochromia that caught eyes. His black, chopped hair calmly lingered around his half hidden face. Him and the scarred boy seemed to be chatting about something.

I grabbed the empty trays (which seemed to never end) and a few bottles, leaving the room. The two Slayers never left my mind, I was wondering what they were talking about. Especially the heterochromatic one, since his mouth was bandaged up.

I came back and noticed the two boys absent. I slightly pouted before grabbing more of the leftovers. I noticed the kid out cold. Dear god, I hope he'll be okay in the morning.

I felt a light brush against my loin. My head snapped back, but there was nothing. I lightly shuddered and kept on cleaning the table.

One part of my back felt heavy. I turned back again, and this time I saw a white snake on my back. It's red eyes were fixed on me. I froze up, my eyes widening. "H-Help--" I shuddered. God damnit, everyone here was drunk at least.

Yet, it was the same snake which was on the striped haori man's shoulders. Maybe it's not aggressive?

"Sorry for disturbing your work. Kaburamaru here slithered away and I did not notice him".

The chopped male casually took the white snake off my back and set it back on his shoulders. "I'm Iguro Obanai, the Snake Hashira".

"Nice to meet you" I bowed "People call me Y/N  L/N".

"Pleasure".

I noticed the white-haired boy appear from behind Obanai. "Oi" he grabbed Iguro's shoulder "I'm Shinazugawa Sanemi, the Wind Hashira".

"Nice to meet you" I bowed once again "I'm Y/N.."

"I heard your name".

I lightly flinched. "Come with us" Iguro said. "Where to?" I perked up. "That doesn't concern you" Sanemi snapped "Now shut up and let's go". His hand wrapped around my wrist as he pulled me out of the room.

His tight grasp bruised my wrist. Iguro hurried me from behind, his palms pressed against my back. Both of them smelled of rice wine. Shinazugawa's quick but unsteady steps assured me of him being drunk.

The two guys pulled me into a room they came across. It was empty, slightly darkened and the restaurant used it to stash chairs, mats and sometimes tables.

Once the door was closed, Iguro, the snake Hashira, used a chair to block the entrance. I lightly flinched, not sure of what's about to come.

"You sure know how to seduce a man" Sanemi growled "Now you'll repay, bitch".

My heart lightly wrenched. I felt his grasp around my throat as he pushed me against the wall, pressing his lips against mine. He forced my jaw open and slid his wet muscle inside. I started trashing around, so Iguro grabbed my legs and spread them apart.

'No, no!'  was the only thought in my head as I felt my skirt being raised. Iguro kissed my thighs as he went up higher and higher, approaching my trembling core. I tried pressing my thighs back together, but my strength was no match for his.

However, I also wondered where has his snake gone off to.

Sanemi slowly let go of my jaw, establishing his dominance in my mouth. I pressed my palms against his chest, trying to push him away. With a swift move of his, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, never leaving my face.

What a thirsty animal he is.

When he pulled away, his hungry gaze was fixed on my (e/c) eyes. I wasn't sure how to act, I didn't know what to do. However, I braced myself. "HELP!" I yelled.

"Tch" Iguro hissed "Sanemi, shut her up. She might draw unnecessary attention". The mentioned male was quick to rip off a corner of a tablecloth and press it into my mouth "Don't tell me what to do, I already know" he grunted.

My muffled sounds irritated the two drunk males. "Shut up" Iguro blurted out "Your whining is hurting my ears".

My wrists were still pinned by Shinazugawa, my thighs were still spread out by Obanai. I felt little droplets of tears roll down my cheeks. Sanemi seemed to notice them and with his free hand he wiped them off.  "Stop crying" he said.

"Maybe this will calm her down" Iguro hissed, reaching my southern region. I felt my skin shiver as his hot breath hit my quivering cunt. "Don't have her all to yourself, snake charmer" Sanemi huffed. His free hand lazily grabbed around my chest, searching for buttons. But instead of finding them, the man got impatient and ripped off my shirt. I slightly winced, as I was left with a bra and my half-risen skirt.

"Better" the Wind Hashira decided, before letting himself to play with one of my boobs. For a second he stopped, his eyes fixing on mine. He let my wrists go and warningly glared "Keep them there or I'll stab them with my katana".

Iguro Obanai moved my panties down, tracing his slender fingers around my core. He slipped two of his fingers inside, making me tense. "She's.. moist" the Snake Hashira commented. "Good" Sanemi replied "We can get on with it faster".

Iguro leaned in, reaching for my pussy. I closed my eyes tightly, and when I felt a slick, wet muscle against it, I wanted to shut my legs together.

Yet, as Iguro worked wonders, I felt how I eased up I was. His tongue gracefully folded my sheets, making my eyes roll back. I wondered, whether had he done this before or does he just know how to do it?

As Iguro was eating me out, Sanemi pulled my bra off, making my titties pop out. His fingers found my hardened buds and flicked them, earning a small whimper from me. He leaned in, taking one of the nipples into his mouth as he sucked on them. A little bit of biting, he most  definitely knew how to make a heaven here.

I moaned out, but the noise was muffled by the cloth. I bet I could make an amazing ahegao face with these two here.

I felt a knot in my stomach tighten as the Snake quenched his thirst. Sanemi's fingers dug into my sides. But suddenly, Iguro stopped, leaning backwards. "Sanemi".

"What is it".

"Let's switch".

The white-haired male went back, as the chopped hair one stood up. He grabbed my hand and dragged me down. "Iguro, what are you doing?" Sanemi asked.

"Improvising".

He brought me on my stomach and rolled me over. Sanemi got his idea and went to my legs. He spread them apart once again and bent down. The male decided that the skirt was too much clothing and pulled it off. Iguro went behind me and knelt down, pulling his uniform lower. I could see his bulge, just asking to be released.

When Sanemi took over Iguro's previous position, the Snake Hashira pulled his shaft out, dangling it above my face. His cock was lean, average sized, slightly veiny. "Open up" he ordered. I shot him a glare; I still had the cloth in my mouth. The male seemed puzzled for a few seconds, but he quickly caught up and pulled the cloth out of my mouth.

This time, he didn't really ask me anything. He just forced his cock down my throat. I choked, of course, as I felt my eyes tear up. He slid out and thrusted back in once more, earning a whimper.

Sanemi, as he was demolishing my coochie, rose his head up and noticed what was up. "Oi, don't get too cocky" he snorted. Instead of pushing Obanai away, he also rose himself on his knees, pulling his uniform off. He massaged his shaft for a bit, then positioned near my entrance.

Rubbing his tip, annoying my senses, he carefully pushed in, adjusting himself in my insides. With Iguro's cock in my mouth, I crunched my fingers into fists, digging my nails into my palms. I've never had two hot dicks inside me at the same time.

Both of the males nodded to eachother and started thrusting simultaneously. Sanemi's dick  spread my insides; I've never had such big dick inside, any, at that matter. The Hashira huffed heavily, sliding out. I lowly moaned into the Snake's shaft.

The two males started thrusting harder and quicker, pushing themselves deeper into me. Instead of pain I started to feel pleasure, I felt how sexually frustrated I was. With my hand I grabbed my boob and pinched my nipple, seducing myself even more.

"Mhmm~!!" I moaned out as Sanemi started hitting my G-Spot. Obanai also increased his pace, leaning over me as he rested himself on his palms. His bandages hanged loosely on his neck as small sweat beads appeared on his forehead.

I felt my knot tighten. I wanted to yell out that I'm about to cum but I couldn't. Instead, I denied my orgasm as long as I could. But it didn't last long - a few hits from Sanemi's hips broke me, and so with a loud moan I came all over his cock.

"Oh come on" the Wind Hashira huffed "I didn't even break a sweat and here you are, all messy". "Let's switch again" Iguro offered. Shinazugawa impatiently agreed, hopping into Iguro's place.

Ah shit, here we go again.

Iguro slid in, his 'snake' fitting perfectly in my pulverised vagina. I lightly whimpered, feeling something re-enter my hole. And now I could see Sanemi's cock.

It was way thicker than Iguro's, a tad bit more veins. He waved it in front of my face and then tightened his grip around the base, stroking it. "Lick my balls" he demanded.

I retched violently in my mind, but obeyed. Who knows what this man will do if I won't do as told. My tongue reached for the lower genitalia. Sanemi shuddered in pleasure. I started sucking, earning a needy moan from the scarred male.

"Good girl~" the Hashira whined, his fingers lightly shuddering.

Iguro at that moment was full on thrusting, deep, hoarse moans were heard from him. For a second he stopped, pulled off his upper part of the uniform, revealing his sweaty, fit body.

I felt the same knot tighten up once again.

Sanemi suddenly retracted, pushing two of his fingers into my mouth. I ended up sucking on them. The boy grunted in pleasure, before standing up and approaching the other male.

They whispered about something and both agreed on it. For a second, Obanai fell back and Sanemi lowly looked at me.

He lied next to me, grabbed my sides and pushed onto himself. Iguro came back and waited for something. Shinazugawa wrapped his arm around my abdomen. His other hand started searching for his dick, and when he found it, he positioned it near my arse and slowly pushed in. Iguro positioned himself Inc again and slid into my slit.

Both of the males started thrusting again. The pain of my ass being spread was.. something. I loudly moaned out as I felt my eyes tear up once again, but this time not from the fear or pain, more like from the pleasure. Sanemi pushed his fingers into my mouth again. I sucked on the just like before, slightly muffling my voice in the room.

I heard Sanemi grunt out, a quiet moan escaped his lips. Iguro wasn't as loud too, but I could still hear his hoarse breathing. The two boys thrusted harder and harder, tightening the knot in my stomach, making me wail.

"I-I'm gonna cum!".

"Aaghh~" Obanai moaned out. I felt his cock twitch. "HOLD IT, FOR FUCKS SAKE" Sanemi yelled. "Better hurry up, you animal" Obanai bit back. "I'm trying" the white haired boy replied. His pace increased, sending me over the moon.

I clenched my insides around both of the males' dicks. I felt them twitch, and with a moan first came Iguro, then, a few moments later, Sanemi. I came in between them, as I felt my body grow limp.

For a few moments the two males were frozen in their positions, regaining their breaths. When they did so, Sanemi pushed me off himself. I rolled up on the ground, cooling myself down. Iguro sat down, arching his head backwards.

"You will not tell anyone about this, understood?" The two Hashiras spoke at the same time. I just nodded.

How could I? These two gave me the best time ever. Now my only concern was how to get out.

But, as I said, this wasn't too bad.

Except for my hurting asshole.