#modern!sanemi

[meowzfordayz]

caught with them (; — hashira men

Author’s Note: mostly humorous, but ~a lil steamy. 😉 Update: some are def steamier than others. 😅

caught with them (; — hashira men

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Iguro Obanai x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~1,500

CW: 18+NSFW, accidental v!yeurism, cream!pie, dark humor, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Hi T! May I please request an emergency request (I'm  getting surgery on Thursday and I'm a bit stressed) can you please write funny nsfw headcanons where all the male hashira ( except Muichiro) making love to their fem s/o and all of a sudden she calls out ,"Daddy!", And the guys think she's being kinky and they were getting so into it but then with her serious demeanor they stopped and turned to find out it was actually their s/O's Dad who came in to visit? Please and thank you.

~faqs~

“Daddy!”

Initially confused

Gyomei didn’t realize you were into that 😏

And he was too invested in how perfectly your pussy suffocated his dick to hear approaching footsteps 💀

“G-gyomei,” you gasp, burning w/ embarrassment, legs wrapped around his waist as you sit full and sweaty on his lap, nose pressed into his shoulder, suddenly grateful it’s his back facing the living room doorway

“Hm?” he murmurs lowly, blissfully unaware, nearing his orgasm as he continues guiding your hips w/ strong, broad palms

“Mydad’shere,” you manage to explain, nearly choking on the feeling of his tip grazing your cervix

😳😱😵

#Gyomei is no longer confused

“Oh dear,” he mutters, mortification clear in his voice

Even as his eyebrows furrow, cock twitching in your heat as he finally cums

Meanwhile, your poor dad’s like: 🫠🫠🫠

“Well don’t just stand there!” you shriek, “Go make yourself tea or something!”

Best believe your dad immediately disappears to make himself something much stronger than tea 😭

“Daddy!”

And that’s when Obanai remembers 😳

“Please tell me what’s happening isn’t what I think is happening.”😖

—You thought you knew what his desperation sounded like

—Especially after cockwarming him for hrs, clenching and gently grinding every so often to keep him on edge, computer screen bright w/ half finished work, swivel chair squeaking whenever you decide to roll your hips

—But this definitely takes the cake 🥴

“Unfortunately, my dad is here for our scheduled luncheon that we completely forgot about, but fortunately he is also going to wait in his car,” you grit out, glaring harshly at your equally distraught parent, “We’ll be ready shortly.”

Newsflash: your dad could care less about when you’ll be ready for lunch

In fact, he’d much prefer to cancel lunch altogether

Who needs lunch when their appetite’s just been ruined by an emotionally scarring event?

As soon as your dad leaves, you clamber off of Obanai’s lap, his cock slick and swollen as he slips from your heat, needy whine shiny on his lips

“We’ll revisit this later,” you promise, “With the door closed.”

Despite the waves of embarrassment still crashing through him, he can’t resist cracking a wicked smile, drinking in the sight of your naked form as you bend over to hand him his shirt, previously discarded on the floor

“Dessert? Sounds good to me.” 😎

“Daddy!”

Kyojuro pauses mid thrust, expression eager, chest pink from exertion, longer hairs tickling your collarbones as he haunches over you, “Daddy? Would you like to call me daddy?”

“Kyo-” 😭

Yk when yk what you should say, but you can’t seem to say it? 😬

Ofc that would occur at the least opportune moment 😃

“Sweetheart, there is nothing wrong with liking what you like!” lips grazing your throat, one palm pushing at your thigh, the other splayed on an overhead cabinet to steady himself, “If you want to call me daddy, then I am perfectly happy to be your daddy,” sucking lightly at your jaw, growling at the satisfying thud of your body against the countertop’s edge as he completes his thrust, balls sticky when they tap your skin

“Kyyyo-” 😭😭😭

“Call me daddy sweetheart, let daddy make you feel go-”

“So uh,” finally your dad sputters, “How about you guys text me when you’re finished?”

Kyojuro’s eyes = wider than saucers 😳

“I AM SO SORRY, I HAD NO IDEA.” <— 0.02 secs after your dad slams the front door shut

“That was hot,” you giggle breathlessly, shock still radiating, “Maybe I do have a daddy kink? You had me at a lost for words.” 😇

“Clearly!” he nearly whines, uncharacteristically bashful as he tucks his face into your shoulder, “I would have stopped immediately had I known!”

“I’m sorry, I short circuited.” 😅

“I hope he forgives us.” 😓

You snort, already recovering from the ordeal, “He’ll survive.” 😆

Pouting, Kyojuro clings to you, cock slowly softening in your pussy, “But I may not.” 🥺

“Oh hush,” you pat his head reassuringly, smiling as he nuzzles closer, “Let’s shower and get dressed. My poor dad’s patiently waiting.”

“Daddy!”

“Who’re you calling daddy?” Sanemi murmurs, body draped over you, grip warm and steady around your waist, your own hands clutching the edge of the sink, “Listen to your sloppy cunt, so pliant and needy, bent over in the bathroom like a cheap whore.”

“Sanemi,” you squeak, eyes glued to the retreating figure reflected in the mirror

“I asked you a question,” he growls roughly, nipping at the side of your neck, balls tapping your clit as his pace quickens, “Who’re you calling daddy? Who’s fucking your slutty hole? Who’s bringing you closer and closer to your climax?”

“Iwascallingmydad, daddy,” you blurt, diction hurried by the stretch and intensity of Sanemi’s thrusts

He shudders to a halt, dangerous stare meeting yours as he looks up into the mirror

“You WHAT?!!!”

You inhale deeply, enunciation precise and drawn out, “We invited my dad over for dinner. You got me horny. He let himself in… and then let promptly let himself out. We made eye contact in the mirror, I swear he nearly fainted, and I called him daddy because apparently that’s what I do when I panic!”

“Oh so this is MY fault?” 😒

“The fuck?” 😐

“That’s what I’m saying! You got me horny, bitch, you’re always horny! Sorry I enjoy pleasuring my woman!” 🙄

“Well don’t apologize for that!”

“Fine! I’m not sorry!” 😤

“So do I get to cum, or…?” 🙃

“You’re fucking weird. You still wanna cum? Now?”

“I mean dinner’s obviously off the table, so-”

“Fuck’s sake! Okay! I’ll make you cum!” 🤬

“Good!”

“Great! Better brace yourself princess,” Sanemi snarls, slipping his fingers between your legs to flick at your clit, “Because you’re my cocksleeve for tonight.”

—Don’t even ask 😃

—Porn isn’t realistic

—So why should my fanfiction be? 😂

“Daddy!”

#riperoni Tomioka Giyuu

“Uh huh baby, baby, fuck, f-fuck, FUCK,” he groans loudly, mouth parting slightly, couch pillow propping his head up to provide the perfect view of your perfect tits as you perfectly ride him

“GiyuuGiyuuGiyuu-”

Disclaimer: you’re panicking — not cumming 💀

#unlike someone #that someone being Giyuu

“Shit, you’re incredible,” he murmurs, eyes barely open, thumbs soft and greedy as they dig into your waist, satisfaction welling in his stomach as his cum fills you, warm and viscous, tip swollen and twitching, “Feels good, hm? When daddy cums in your gorgeous pussy?”

#riperoni Tomioka Giyuu x 1,398,742

You clear your throat, blinking awkwardly, “Dad, how about I call you in ten minutes?”

Indescribable dread flickers across Giyuu’s face

⚠️ESCAPE⚠️RETREAT⚠️WITHDRAW⚠️

But he can’t move 😭, bc he just came inside of you 😭, and apparently there’s an audience 😭

#talk about a mess #pun intended

“You do that honey!” *your dad frantically nods* “You do whatever you need to do!” *your dad frantically flees*

…

…

“Murder or suicide?” Giyuu asks quietly

“What?” 🧐

“One of us is a dead man,” he answers solemnly, “But I’ll let you decide who.”

*big sigh* “Neither you nor my dad has to die.”

“I disagree.” 😔

“Daddy!”

“The fuck?” 🤨 “Is your dad here?” 🤨 “Are you into that?” 🤨

The fact that Tengen hasn’t stopped thrusting does not help your ability to articulate 💀

“Well?” he grunts, biceps straining as he keeps you pinned to the wall, hands full of your ass, “Which one is it?”

“The fact that you don’t seem concerned in the slightest that it could be the second one is mildly concerning,” you mutter

Meanwhile, you’re frantically shooing your dad away, unable to do much more in your current ~position

“The fact that you only consider that mildly concerning is also concerning,” he retorts, “And quit fidgeting,” tongue licking along the curve of your jaw as he murmurs lowly, “Less wriggling, more cumming.”

The sound of the front door opening and closing barely registers to Tengen 😃

Is he that pussydrunk?

Nah

#he just doesn’t give af

#well

#sort of

“Tengen.”

“Hm?” he smirks, gaze glinting smugly at the feeling of your pussy sucking him in deeper, “You gonna cum for me?”

“You do know my dad was here?” breaking off to a whimper as his pubic bone grinds against your clit, “R-right?”

“I know,” he replies simply, fixated on your building orgasm, determinedly repeating his motions, spurred on by your ragged gasps and staccato moans, “I was certainly surprised,” tone amused and patient, “But I figured he’d leave as soon as he realized what he walked in on,” nonchalant as ever, “No point in ruining our pleasure for a brief interruption.”

—I’m not usually suuuper into Tengen, but damn 🤠😂

[doumadono]

For the chaos and mayhem - Sanemi Shinazugawa x Reader

Warnings: smut w/o plot, dom!Sanemi, a bit of dirty talking, modern au Synopsis: you wearing a short skirt has Sanemi's mind racing with impure thoughts Requested by: the lovely @astrasolitaris - I apologize for the delay in fulfilling your request. I hope you'll like it ♥

MASTERLIST

You first met Sanemi in a noisy pub, where you were enjoying a drink after a long day at work. Two men approached you, and their advances quickly turned into crude remarks and unwelcome touches. You tried to push them away, but they only became more aggressive.

Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, a man appeared out of nowhere, his eyes flashing with anger. He had a rugged and striking appearance with a sharp jawline and defined cheekbones. He stood tall with a muscular build and a commanding presence. His hair was short and spiky with a distinctive blonde hue. His piercing purple eyes were narrowed, giving him a fierce and intense gaze. The man had a prominent scar on his forehead, adding to his rugged and tough exterior. Without a word, he grabbed the two men by their collars, starting a fight. The man knocked them out with a single punch each. You were shocked, but also grateful for his intervention.

Despite his broken nose and the blood dripping down his face, Sanemi didn't blame you for the altercation. He simply apologized for the disturbance and offered to buy you another drink. You struck up a conversation, and soon found yourself laughing and talking as if you had known each other for years.

As the night went on, you exchanged numbers and soon you two started dating. Sanemi's tough exterior melted away whenever he was with you, and you found yourself falling for his gentle and caring side. Though your first meeting was less than ideal, it led to a relationship that you wouldn't trade for anything. 

As you and Sanemi make your way back home after an enjoyable date at the cinema, you can't help but feel his lingering touch on your skin. Your mistake of wearing a short skirt is obvious, as Sanemi was unable to keep his hands off of you throughout the entire screening. Despite the potential for embarrassment, the sensation of his touch leaves you feeling exhilarated and yearning for more. As the two of you walk, Sanemi's hand on your lower back sends shivers down your spine and you can't help but smile at the thought of what the rest of the night may hold.

As you and Sanemi step back into his apartment, a sense of anticipation fills the air. Without hesitation, he locks the door behind you and swiftly pins you to the nearest wall, his intense gaze locking onto yours. The electricity between you is palpable, and you can feel your heart racing in your chest as he leans in, his breath hot against your skin. “Undress,” is the only word to leave his rough lips, and you gasp, trying to rub your thighs together for some so much needed friction.

As he issues his command, you feel a jolt of excitement coursing through your body. Without hesitation, you begin to follow his lead and remove your shirt and skirt, leaving yourself exposed in front of him. 

Sanemi's eyes roam down your body as you stand in front of him, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. He glances back up to meet your gaze and chuckles softly, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Seems like someone forgot to wear their panties today," he quips, a note of playfulness in his voice. 

You can't help but feel a flush rise to your cheeks at his teasing words, but the playful banter between you both only adds to the electric energy in the air. So here you are, standing before Sanemi, your dominant lover, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. As you look up at him, you see the intensity in his eyes and the way his muscles tense as he waits for your next move. You know that he can be rough and demanding, but you also know that he will give you pleasure like no one else can. 

There’s a hint of darkness in his tone as he asks, "How about playing with handcuffs today, doll? Would my little slut like that?" 

You eagerly nod at Sanemi's idea, feeling a rush of anticipation flood through you, sending a wetness pooling between your legs. You can feel your body responding to every word he speaks, and you can't help but surrender to the intensity of the moment.

In no time, Sanemi has you trapped beneath him, his hand resting on your throat. The heat of his skin against yours sets you ablaze, and you crave more. His body presses down heavily on yours, causing your exposed flesh to sink into the softness of the bed. Though you're unable to move, and he could easily overpower you, surrendering to him in this manner feels natural and exhilarating. When he leans in close to your ear, the smoky fragrance of his scent engulfs you, intoxicating you like a potent drug, saturating you with a euphoria so intense that you could easily lose yourself in it. "I will take my time playing with you," he murmurs, his voice low and sultry.

Your skin prickles with anticipation as you feel his breath move against your ear and neck. Every slow exhale sends a delicious shiver through you, like a secret promise of the pleasure that awaits you. He tips his head in question and waits for you to give him permission to continue. His eyes ignite with an unrestrained passion, a ravenous yearning brewing in their abyssal depths. He gazes at you with an insatiable hunger, as if he intends to consume every inch of your being, an unquenchable thirst driving him forward. The intensity of his desire makes you quiver uncontrollably - it's almost primal, as if he requires you or else perish from famine.

The atmosphere between you two crackles with a charged energy, as if a tempest is brewing just beneath the surface. You feel a knot form in your throat as you part your lips and give him a hesitant nod, indicating your willingness. With bated breath, you wait for his next move, every fiber of your being pulsing with a potent surge of anticipation.

It's as if time has frozen, and the entire universe has narrowed down to this one moment. Each sensation is heightened, from the pounding of your heart to the beads of sweat rolling down your skin. The anticipation crackles like lightning, surging through your body with a primal intensity that threatens to overwhelm you. You're ready to submit to his every whim, and he knows it all too well.

He grins devilishly, his lips descending upon the curve of your neck. The touch of his mouth ignites a surge of heat that travels through your body, causing you to meld into him. As his lips trail down your neck, your skin prickles with goosebumps, and your heart thunders against his bare chest. A wave of emotions floods your senses, submerging you in the present moment. You release soft, muffled moans of pleasure, tilting your head to expose more of your neck, inviting him to explore further.

As his delicate touches tease you to press closer, Sanemi's grip on your throat holds you in place. He is a breath away, and yet still out of reach. Your heart races and your breathing quickens, overwhelmed by the sensation of his tongue tracing a path up your neck, igniting a trail of warmth in its wake. He takes in a deep breath of your hair, then shifts his attention to the nape of your neck, nuzzling and planting tender kisses that make you shiver with pleasure.

He takes your earlobe between his lips, applying just enough pressure to make you quiver with desire. The urge to wrap your hands around his neck and pull him closer is almost overwhelming, but the handcuffs around your wrists hold you in place. You tug on them instinctively, feeling the metal clamps bite into your skin, eliciting a groan of frustration. Sanemi knows exactly what he's doing as he continues to tease and torment you, leaving you gasping for more. 

“Stop wiggling, doll. You’re wasting your energy. Save some for later.” His lips tease and tantalize, barely grazing against your skin, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body with every kiss on your blushing cheeks and delicate jawline. They eventually linger at the corners of your trembling mouth, causing you to quiver with anticipation. His deep, soft chuckle only heightens your desire, making your body ache with an insatiable longing for him.

His lips part slightly, and yours follow suit as your tongues intertwine, exploring each other's depths. The room falls silent, and all you can hear are your labored breaths and the soft sounds of your lips moving against each other. Your mind explodes with sensations, and you're lost in the feeling of his warm breath and the soft pressure of his lips as he kisses you deeply. His tongue glides over your bottom lip, and he playfully tugs on it with his teeth before pulling away, leaving you feeling lightheaded. His mischievous grin reveals his intentions of toying with your emotions and inciting a burning desire that you can't resist.

You're consumed by the intense sensation of his touch, your body responding to every movement of his mouth against your skin. His lips and tongue seem to know every inch of you, and you surrender completely to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your veins. With each gentle caress, your desire for him grows more insatiable, and you feel yourself getting lost in the dizzying whirlwind of his kisses. A soft moan escapes your lips as he lingers at the base of your throat, sending shivers of ecstasy down your spine. It's as if he has unlocked a secret part of your being, and you know you're powerless to resist the allure of his tantalizing touch.

He lingers a little longer with each kiss until he finally nips at you with his teeth. The sting is intense, like tiny lightning bolts shooting through your veins. He bites at that spot again, this time harder. Your core bursts into flames, and you wish he was already inside of you.

His right thumb traces lazy circles over the hollow of your throat, sending a fire pulse through your body as his hand descends down your throat until it forms a vice-like grip on the back of your neck. Nothing exists except the two of you at this moment, and nothing matters except what you're about to do together. Everything has faded into silence, leaving you alone with your passion while you wait impatiently for him to make the next step. He pulls back just enough to catch your gaze. "Do you like it, slut?" he asks, his voice low and gruff.

As you try to gather yourself and find your voice, you nod slowly in agreement, feeling your breath catch in your throat before a faint yes escapes your lips. Your heart races as he locks eyes with you, and a fiery longing builds within you, pooling low in your belly. He trails his fingers down your arm in a gentle, zigzagging motion, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. The touch is almost like a branding, tempting you to give in to the overwhelming urge that it stirs within you.

He smiles knowingly, then traces the line once more, pressing harder this time so that his fingers leave a warmer sensation behind. You can't help but wonder what it would be like to have him mark you, his imprint permanently embedded in your flesh. With each touch, the flame of your passion grows brighter. You become acutely aware of how wet you are and how desperately you want him.

This game is about more than just getting him off. It's about the thrill of wanting each other so badly, but wanting even more to hold back because you know how much more intense it will be when you finally give in. You want to savor the moment, drawing out every touch and making it feel like the first time, the last time, and everything in between.

His hand slides down your shoulder, a feather-light touch sending shivers down your spine. You whimper helplessly as his scorching touch moves down your body, leaving a trail of fire along your collarbone and down to your breasts. His fingers trace a tantalizing path on your skin as he moves them slowly and deliberately lower and lower, leaving rippling desire in their wake.

You're consumed by a pleasurable sensation that builds up within you and takes control of your body. Your mind is blank, and you're only aware of the heat radiating from your core. He caresses you expertly, his touch both tender and teasing, making you crave more. You arch your back, allowing him better access, and the sound of your moans fills the room. As he adds another finger, your body tenses with pleasure, and your breath quickens. You're lost in the sensation, unable to think or speak as he continues to explore your depths with his fingers.

"You're so wet for me, little doll," Sanemi whispers as he trails his lips up your neck.

Despite his gentle and loving demeanor at the moment, you are aware that he can transform into a nasty man in the blink of an eye.

With a deft hand, he spreads your slickness along your labia, slowly making his way up to your clitoris, which he circles around before gently applying pressure. As his fingers stroke your most sensitive spot, your eyes flutter shut, and your muscles tense with anticipation of the pleasure you know is coming. He ventures deeper, sliding two calloused fingers inside you, exploring the depths of your core with a gentle massage. His thumb flicks over your sensitive nub, eliciting shivers of pleasure as he rhythmically pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy.

As he gradually increases the pressure and speed with which he rubs your clitoris and massages your inner walls, you can feel your core pulsing. Your body trembles as you try to keep the immense pleasure that is building up inside you from exploding at any moment, and your eyes beg him to let you. Sanemi kisses his way up your body again, stopping at your neck and that's the moment you can feel it fully - his rock-hard erection twitching at the soaked slit of your cunt. Soon after, Sanemi enters you forcefully, causing you to gasp as you feel the girth of his shaft filling you up. He lets out a low growl of satisfaction as he begins to thrust in and out of you, slowly at first, then picking up speed as your moans encourage him to go harder. His hand reaches down instinctively and slaps your tits almost in rhythm with his heavy balls slapping against your ass earning a moan every time. “Aren’t you my slut?” Sanemi asks, his voice guttural as he thrusts mercilessly into your dripping core.

“Yes, Sanemi-san, yes! Yes, I am!” You cry out, rolling your head back onto the pillow.

"Your pussy is fantastic, slut. I want to fill you with my load,” the man grunts deeply.

"Squeeze my throat, please," your eyes are watery as Sanemi grants your request.

He pulls most of the way out and thrusts into you again. “You’re doing so well, doll. Fuck. So tight," Sanemi grunts, "Such a good kitty." He grabs you by the throat, squeezing it hard. “You like it, don’t you? You like being my sex toy, huh? You enjoy it when I treat you more like a dirty whore than a princess, huh?” Sanemi has both hands on your hips, squeezing every time he thrusts back inside of you at a brutal pace. He soon stops and lifts your right leg up - a grin lightens his face up, as he feels you open even wider for him. He reaches his hand out and squeezes your ass, and starts giving you slower, harder strokes.

You wrap your legs around his hips and Sanemi’s thrusts become harder and more frenzied. Then he growls and stills. 

You feel the heat of his cum filling you to the brim, triggering an intense orgasm. Your pulse races to the beat of life, and a torrent of intense pleasure flows through you until you explode in a brilliant explosion of light and raw emotion. With your eyes rolling back, you shiver from head to toe as an incredible wave of ecstasy sweeps over you. You feel as if you’re floating in a sea of bliss, happily nestled in a world of harmony and contentment. You moan as he pumps into you a few more times, your tight pussy milking him of his remaining seed.

Sanemi collapses onto the bed next to you, his chest heaving as he grunts deeply. His breaths come in ragged gasps, as if each one takes great effort. “You were fucking perfect, doll.”

His fingers deftly work at the locks on the handcuffs, and with a satisfying click, they fall away from your wrists, leaving you free. You rub at the sore marks left behind, grateful for the sudden relief. Sanemi watches you intently, his eyes unreadable, but his actions speaking volumes.

You lean forward and place the crown of your head upon his chest, relishing in the comforting sound of his steady heartbeat. The warmth of his body envelops you in a sense of security, and the steady rise and fall of his chest is a soothing rhythm that lulls you into a state of peacefulness. 

You both lie there for what seems like an eternity, enjoying the peace and comfort of being so close. The bond you share with him goes beyond any visible mark - it's something deeper, more meaningful, and more permanent in your heart.

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

Calling the Hashira

(A/N- I AM BACK YOU GUYS, I HOPE Y’ALL ENJOY THIS!!)

(Characters Included- All the Hashira besides Gyomei and Uzui)

(Warning: Nothing just fluff and swearing)

🦋Shinobu Kocho🦋

- If she calls you and you don’t answer she’ll keep on calling and calling until you answer to mess with you. The only exception is if you’re sick or not doing well.

- She prefers to call someone then to text them it’s more easier for her.

☁️Muichiro Tokito☁️

- If someone calls him and he doesn’t want to talk to them, he’ll just stare at the phone and not answer. He forgets to call them back-

- When he does answer the phone he often times talks quietly so sometimes you’ll have put him on speaker or tell him to speak louder.

🍡Mitsuri Kanroji🍡

- She will talk for hours and hours on the phone. She calls you and the Hashira daily to make sure that everyone is doing well.

- She sometimes gets so excited while talking on the phone that she drops it and the person on the other line is like “Wtf??-”

🌪️Sanemi Shinazugawa🌪️

- He almost always has his phone on Do Not Disturb so if you want to call him you’ll have to call him twice in order for his phone to ring.

- One time you decide to prank him and call him a bunch of times during midnight and he blocked your ass.

🌊Giyuu Tomioka🌊

- He likes to have late night talks with you. Talking about both of you guys day and just about random things that pop in your head at midnight.

- When he receives a call from Shinobu he’ll answer it right away so he doesn’t miss it because he doesn’t want to receive a million texts from her.

🐍Obanai Iguro🐍

- Only calls someone if it’s necessary or if that someone is important to him and he’s worried.

- Sometimes his snake, Karburamaru, likes to mess with him and poke his face really hard to mess up his speech.

🔥Kyojuro Rengoku🔥

- You definitely don’t need to put your phone on speaker when you’re talking to him. Unless you want your eardrums blown off.

- He’s a big fan of talking to people over the phone and checking to see how they’re doing if he can’t see them in person.

Masterlist

[a-chip-in-inosukes-nichirin]

Sneak Peek of Ameliorate

A Sanemi x Reader Modern AU Oneshot

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“Is it something I did?”

You blinked owlishly, cocking your head.

“What?”

“You always do this,” he gestured to you. “You’re relaxed and chill when Genya’s here, but the moment I show up you get all… frosty. Did I say something to offend you?”

You shifted from one foot to the other, opening your mouth briefly before snapping it shut, trying to think before you said anything stupid. It didn’t work, as per usual.

“N-no, you just make me nervous-”

Sanemi’s face briefly reminded you of a kicked puppy, and you felt horrible. Of course he’d assume you were frightened of him because of his scars. You chided yourself mentally, attempting to fix your mistake.

“N-not like that!” you lifted your hands to wave them wildly, and the blanket slipped to the floor and puddled around your feet. “I just-you make me nervous because you’re hot!”

Both of you froze this time, and your face lit up bright red, ears burning as your mouth fell open and eyes bugged out at your slip of the tongue. You wished you could melt into the wooden floorboards of the hall.

Sanemi broke out of his stupor first, a slow grin spreading across his face. You would’ve run if you hadn’t been rooted to the floor in humiliation.

“Oh, is that it?” he leaned down, resting one palm flat against the doorframe near your head.

His face was close-too close to yours to be completely comfortable. You turned your head away, trying to calm your racing heart. There’s no way Sanemi was flirting with you. He was probably just being an asshole, right?

Right?

[budsofrose]

Okay uhh im having brainrot so bare with me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Genya never really got that help in the end.

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

[neptune-101]

Sanemi in denial <333

istg ilhsm

Sanemi in denial! Who would think is sick when his heart beats faster near you poor guys confused

Sanemi in denial! Who would avoid you as soon as he figured out the cause of his throbbing heart

Sanemi in denial! Who's refusing to talk to himself about it

Sanemi in denial! Who would push you away push miss you the next minute

Sanemi in denial! Who would stumble over his words near you but deny every possibility of him liking you.

GUYS I KNOW THIS IS HORRIBLE BUT ITS BEEN 2 WEEKS AND I STILL DONT HAVE IDEAS 😭

PLS GIVE IDEASSSS

[ta-ni-ya]

I present you ✨modern au✨ muikiyo and Sanekiri hehehehehehe @kiyokatokito

Muichiro looks so handsome ahhhhhhh

This is the best I can draw hands and let’s ignore Kirika’s hand at the left one please or I will cry 🥰

Since it’s modern au they got no scars

Oop- here are the references if anyone’s curious

I suck at drawing male anatomy

[myreygn]

kny modern au - characters: hashira

includes: gyomei, tengen, giyuu, sanemi, obanai, kanae, kyojuro, mitsuri, shinobu, muichiro

HUGE thanks and shout out to @giggly-squiggily and @trans-ace-lee for their contributions to this au and indulging my brainrots ♡

inspiration was taken from the german school system because that's what i grew up and am most familiar with:

ages 2-6 (flexible, not mandatory): kindergarten

ages 6-10 (grades 1-4): elementary school

ages 10/11-16/17 (grades 5-10): "secondary school", the diploma qualifies you for an education outside of university (craft sector, social sector etc)

ages 16/17-18/19 (grades 11-12): "upper school", the diploma qualifies you for university

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Himejima Gyomei (27, theology major)

grew up in a buddhist orphanage after his parents gave him up because they were ableist idiots who didn't want to raise a blind child

had a very happy childhood, has never been adopted and isn't upset about it in the slightest

went on a spiritual journey for five years after school and wrote a bestseller book about it

started going to university at age 23, helps out at the orphanage whenever he can

has a seeing-eye dog named Curry (a four year old black labrador and the only being on earth he would kill for, he got her when he returned from his journey)

can afford his own flat and lives right next to the orphanage with Curry

advocate for a more inclusive university life and very active in groups fighting for disability rights, both on and off campus

Uzui Tengen (23, music major)

was somewhat of a public figure from a very young age because the Uzui clan is one the richest, most powerful families in the country and everyone in town knows who they are

always hated his parents and moved out at 18, got a small fortune (that's rich people slang for a ton of money, source: trust me) from a cool uncle and used it to open a night club which is very popular with the locals

has no contact to his siblings (even tho he'd like to) and avoids all of his dad's properties like the plague

started going to university at age 20 because he wanted to do something with his passion

plays a bunch of instruments (piano, harp, guitar, violin, shamizen, koto and like ten different types of flute)

lives with his girlfriends in an almost-a-mansion and throws the best partys anyone has ever been to

Tomioka Giyuu (21, philosophy major)

his parents died when he was three years old and him and his sister went through foster care until she came off age and became his legal guardian, they're super close

has been studying several martial arts at Urokodaki's dojo since he was in elementary school

picked philosophy as a major because he had no idea what else to do but it's actually fun??

he mostly just sits in the back and draws stick figures but once a week he'll say something that makes everyone rethink their entire life (no one really understands what's happening inside his head but his professors are convinced he's a genius)

teaches little kids in the dojo because Urokodaki thinks it'd be good for him, he's slowly warming up to it

the type of peanut allergy where his throat closes up at the sight of them, when they were in fifth grade Sanemi almost killed him because he didn't know about it and it delayed their friendship by roughly two years

Shinazugawa Sanemi (21, physics major)

abusive pos dad got stabbed when he was ten, helped his mom raise his younger siblings and is super close with all of them

moved out at 20 when his mom encouraged him to spend more time at university, roommates with Obanai, Giyuu and Sabito

colorblind from birth and dysgraphic when it comes to handwriting, uses recording devices and laptops in class

used to get into a lot of fights in school and still works on not doing that™, most people think he's scary and a delinquent (and also a murderer because it's kinda sus that none of the family members showed up at their dad's funeral)

biker, the motorcycle has wind art on it and he mostly uses it to pick up the tons of children that somehow snuck into his friend circle and take Kanae on drives, loves bringing his guitar to play her something in the moonlight

suffered through school for the most part, a new teacher (Kagaya) in tenth grade inspired him to finish "upper school" and study physics

loves Gyomei's dog like a daughter

Kocho Kanae (21, biology major)

lives with her family and has no plans of moving out until she finishes university, helps a ton in the household

the best big sister ever, drives all of her sisters and their friends around and picks them up at 3am when they're stranded somewhere (also doesn't pretend to hate it, unlike certain other older siblings with their own vehicles)

has always been into gardening and is really getting into permaculture, puts plants wherever she can and loves flowers

most of her cooking ingredients are from her own garden, vegetarian (everything she cooks or bakes will be the best thing you ever ate)

has the voice of an angel, Sumi, Kiyo and Naho refuse to go to bed without her singing them a lullaby

christmas is her favorite time of the year, she goes all out with planning the festivities and getting everyone gifts and needs three whole days to recharge afterwards

has to wear a biteguard when she's stressed because she'll start clenching her teeth in her sleep and works really hard to keep it a secret from everyone

Iguro Obanai (21, philosophy major)

somewhat of a local legend, not by his own doing but by people just making shit up about him

grew up in a cult of which all the members were killed in a fire with him being the only survivor and a huge news story all across the country at age 12

moved to another city as soon as he was old enough to start anew but the rumors follow him everywhere (and it doesn't help that he talks to his snake)

mostly annoyed by the rumors but also likes to use them to scare people of who are being super pushy or harassing his friends (that's the first time in his life he found friends, he can and will commit atrocious crimes on their behalf)

originally enrolled in zoology, then switched majors when the professors wanted to use Kaburamaru as a test subject

spends his time in philosophy class taking a stance against whatever Giyuu says and has an entire folder filled with essays criticizing his statements

always carries headphones with him, listens to lofi because he likes it, mcr because he feels it in his soul and doom metal solely to fuck with tengen ("Screaming is not music!")

Rengoku Kyojuro (20, history major)

still lives at home with his dad and brother because he didn't want to leave Senjuro behind, spends most of his time out of the house tho and is looking for a flat right now

works parttime at a restaurant that's called Umainia and his friends have yet to figure out whether he says "Umai" all the time because he likes his food or to advertise his work place

slightly hearing impaired, has hearing aids prescribed that he just forgets to put in at all times

doesn't have a driver's license, goes by bike everywhere no matter the weather

gets close to people easily, is well beloved amongst Senjuro's friends and also makes an effort to get to know them so he can be sure Senjuro's in good hands

regularly forgets people's names but never their birthdays

collects old books and learned a bunch of old languages just to be able to read them

Kanroji Mitsuri (19, art major)

still lives at home because she wants to stay with her family and help take care of her siblings, also claims that she had invested too much time in her room to just leave it behind (her room looks like every cool fluffy fairy core room you have ever seen on pinterest, it's the coziest place on earth)

if there's a sanrio themed version of stuff she needs, she's getting it, no questions asked.

slightly allergic to dogs, she doesn't care though and cuddles with Curry all the time, she calls it confrontation therapy (it works)

animal lover in general, she even built a little terrarium in her room so Kaburamaru has a comfy spot for his naps when Obanai stays over

has kept every drawing she ever made and sometimes looks through them for inspiration, also likes to track her progress that way

there's a coffee shop across the street from her house where she has been customer of the month every month consistently for four years as well as an honorary mention ever since she was six

Kocho Shinobu (18, student)

in her last year of school and likely about to graduate with a perfect score

founder and president of the first aid club, also head of the student council and an active member on every committee the school has to offer

recently got her driver's license but keeps it a secret so she doesn't have to play chauffeur for her sisters

effectively avoids getting asked out for dates by being very scary™ (and taking jiu jitsu classes since elementary school), she's also your go to person when creepy weirdos won't leave you alone

loves cooking with her sisters and often shares her own recipes with Kanao, she also has her own little corner in Kanae's garden where she plants stuff that she uses to make her own medicine

has a lot on her plate with school and her clubs and some volunteer stuff she does here and there, so she goes to the local animal shelter once a week to cuddle and play with the cats and dogs there, it's her little safe zone to unwind and she doesn't tell anyone about it

the biggest fan of psychological thrillers you will ever meet

Tokito Muichiro (14, student)

in eighth grade and no one knows how he did it but everyone suspects that his brother took at least some of his exams in his place

he's not bad at school per se but he just can't memorize stuff, you're lucky if he knows your name after sitting next to each other for six months

is a member of the cooking club tho and absolutely thriving there, he never goes by recipe and creates the most delicious things but he won't tell anyone his secret ingredients because he can't remember them either

absolutely loves visiting his friends' houses, he's so happy seeing how their rooms reflect them

followed Yuichiro everywhere all throughout elementary school, then made his first friend in fifth grade (Tanjiro of course) and has been getting more and more independent ever since

constantly misses bus stops or takes trains in the wrong direction and is always late because of it, however he has also acquired an extensive knowledge of the town and can give you directions to pretty much everywhere

tries his very best to remember his friends' birthdays but forgets his own every year because it just kinda slips his mind that he has the same birthday as Yuichiro

[mr-cactis]

I read some fanfics and thought about it a lot

[meowzfordayz]

when you’re inebriated and don’t recognize them — gyomei, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Author’s Note: a lil lighthearted (+hopefully humorous) fluff for tn. 🥰

when you’re inebriated and don’t recognize them — gyomei, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~1,400

CW: alcohol, explicit language

Suggestion Fulfilled: how do you think the hashira will react when you're clearly drunk and they want to help you, but you push the away, clearly not recognizing them, and then you say something along the lines of, " No I have a S/o, don't touch me”

~faqs~

“Don’t touch me! You! Gigantic! Oaf!”

*big sigh* 🥲

Smiling gently to himself, Gyomei takes another slow step forward

Thank goodness we’re home he thinks to himself, well aware of how this current situation would appear to unknowing onlookers 🙃 

“I’ll bite you!” 😤

Newsflash: slapping at his outstretched hands is doing next to nothing 🥴

The man is a wall 🧱

“Please,” he tries again, “Let me help you.”

You huff, eyes rolling, “I don’t need help.”

“Your shoes are still on, as is your coat, and you’re heading in the opposite direction of the bedroom.” 🤨

Somehow, the calmness of his voice riles you even further 😒

“How do you know?” you scoff, “Maybe I’m taking the long way around.” 🙄

“Love, I live here,” he can’t help the fond exasperation creeping into his tone, “I live here with you.”

“No,” you snort, “You wish you lived here with me, but that honor belongs to my amaaazing boyfriend.” 😌

“And where might he be?” Gyomei asks politely

“He-” your eyes narrow, confusion clouding your vision as you frown slightly, “I’m not sure.” 😖

“Well how about you call him?”

Glaring at the looming (actually, Gyomei is standing quite casually and relaxed) man in front of you, you tug your phone out of your pocket

“Hey Siri, call The Love of my Life.”

Interesting Gyomei’s heart flutters —> you’ve never actually showed him his contact info

—Fortunately for you, he’s too much of a sweetheart to ever hold this secret against you

—What happens when you’re drunk, stays with when you were drunk 😉

“NO WAY!” you exclaim as his phone begins ringing, “YOU’RE HIM?!” 😳🤯😭

“Yes, love,” Gyomei chuckles tiredly, “I’m him.”

“I’m sooooo sorry,” you whimper, suddenly falling willingly and clingy into his arms, whining now as you pout up at him, “I’m going to have the worst hangover eeeverrr,” gasping dramatically, “Gyyyomeeeei!!!!!”

“As flattered as I am by your interest, I have a boyfriend,” you say, politely brushing off the warm hands of the stranger attempting to help you as you sit haunched on a bench 😮‍💨

Aforementioned stranger’s brow furrows, mouth pursing before stretching into a bright grin, laughter ringing through your ears 🤗

The hell is this guy on? 🧐

“I promise your boyfriend would be okay with me helping you,” Kyojuro chuckles, arms crossed as he watches you carefully 

“Oh yeah?” you mutter, hiding your confusion beneath a cool tone, “What’s his name then?”

“Rengoku Kyojuro!” he immediately answers, still grinning, “Not many people look like him…” ❤️‍🔥

Your face crinkles as you take in the man’s appearance once more, eventually shaking your head as you huff

“Nice try,” you smirk, “But if I was really drunk, then my Kyojuro wouldn’t think twice about getting me home, no matter how difficult I was being.” 😌

*cue a particularly fond memory of Kyojuro carrying you all the way home from the bar when you refused to get in a cab but didn’t want to walk and definitely wasn’t sober enough to sit on the handlebars of a bicycle* 😝

Kyojuro blames the blossoming warmth in his stomach at your my Kyojuro for his next actions

Aka scooping you into his arms and hoping his cologne does the trick 😅

(it usually does — he assumes his sweatshirts go missing for this exact reason 🫢)

“PUT ME DOW- 🤬 BAAABYYY! 😍” you squeal as soon as his sweaty, familiar scent hits your nose, “You do love meee!!!!!”

“I absolutely do,” he murmurs adoringly, unfazed by your sudden switch in demeanor, “After all, your Kyojuro always gets you home, right?” 🥺

“Right!” you beam up at him, your hostility all but dissipated as you nuzzle into the crook of his shoulder, “M’gonna sleep now, ‘kay?” 🥱

Kyojuro thinks about how long the walk home is, flexes his forearms, and smiles 🥰

“Of course. Sweet dreams, my heart.” 😴

Send help pls and ty 🙃

This man is at his wit’s end

On one hand, you’re refusing to Uber home with him 😕

On the other hand, he can’t just leave you at the bar 😒

And the last thing he wants is to order two separate rides home, and then have to patiently explain that he isn’t stalking you, nor is he breaking in, because 

“For fuck’s sake, I’m literally your boyfriend!” 😐

“My boyfriend would never speak to me like that!” you retort, eyes narrowed 😠

Actually Sanemi thinks wryly to himself Your boyfriend doesn’t know how to speak in any other way

“Because your boyfriend’s so damn perfect?” he growls, “Doesn’t ever cuss or lose his patience?”

“Well,” you begin pertly, “He is perfect! He brings me breakfast in bed, holds open doors for me, mends the holes in my socks, washes my back when we shower together…” ☺️

Sanemi is very pink rn 😃

He’s torn between wanting to kiss you square on the mouth and never doing a nice thing for you ever again 🫠

“... but he,” you trail off, tears abruptly brimming as you come to a startling realization, “But he’s so ruuude,” wailing as Sanemi simply watches you unfold, “He teases me whenever I stub my toe on something, pushes me off the bed when we wrestle, and, and, and-”

“And what?” he asks dryly

You gulp, refusing to meet the gaze of the handsome, persistent man still standing in front of you — despite your resolute rejections of him, “I think you might actually be my boyfriend.” 😭

He actually laughs, arms opening as you barrel into him, sobbing into his embrace, thin olive shirt sticking to his skin as you squeeze his sides

“Sanemi,” you whisper, embarrassment coating your voice

“Mmm, darling?” his own rich with amusement

“I want to go home,” you mumble 😔

“You sure?” he smirks fondly, “Even with me?”

Groaning loudly, you press your face harder into his chest, eyes closing as you focus on the steady warmth of his heartbeat 💓

Dismay might as well be Giyuu’s middle name

Because he has no idea how he’s going to get you home 😓

Shinobu abandoned you guys earlier, flitting from one bar to the next

And for the sake of his dwindling dignity and pride, Giyuu is not about to interrupt Tengen and his wives at their table to ask for ~assistance 😬

Kyojuro would be an option, if he wasn’t the lightest weight of all, and already home in bed (he left over an hour ago) 🙃

Shit

“Hey,” he waves at you, heart in his throat

“Hey yourself,” you glance up at him, frowning, “I told you like five minutes ago, I. Have. A. Boyfriend.” 😒

The urge to curl up into a ball and cry has never been stronger 😃

For Giyuu, that is 😭

“I know, I know,” he holds his hands up in a careful surrender, awkwardness in his movements as he ponders his next words, “I just… I think you should go home.”

“As in, go home with you?” 🤨

“Uh…” yes 😞

“Look, you’re super attractive and all, but you’re not my boyfriend.” 🙄

Giyuu is hitting his forehead against a brick wall 😵

Repeatedly 😵

Internally, ofc 💀

“What if I was?” he winces as his voice cracks at the end 🥲

Damn it 🫠

“Well that would mean breaking up with my boyfriend…”

He’s staring at you equally exasperated and in love 😖🥰

All you process, unfortunately, is deadpan 😐

“Speaking of which, where is he?” you mutter 😕

I! AM! RIGHT! HERE! 🫨

Giyuu is still hitting his forehead against a brick wall

+screaming every time he makes contact

Internally, ofc

“Can I at least give you my number?” 🥺

“How about this,”  you snap, “You find my boyfriend for me, and ask him if that’s okay.”

Regret isn’t an option as Giyuu immediately spins in a circle, striking a Tada! Pose when he faces you again 😎

🧐🧐🧐 <— you rn

“It’s me, your boyfriend. Tomioka Giyuu.” 🥳

You blink

He holds his breath

“Y’know what,” you finally say, “I believe you.”

Giyuu doesn’t bother digging for details

He grabs your hand (and exhales when you promptly intertwine your fingers with his, hugging his forearm to your chest 💞), and heads toward the exit

—

“Why did that convince you?” he asks the next morning, breath soft on your skin as he sprinkles soothing kisses across your forehead

You smile slyly—despite your pulsating headache—all four limbs squeezing tighter around his body to keep him in place as you murmur quietly, “Because only my boyfriend could make me cringe that hard.” 😌

“Heyyyyy,” he whines, pouting as he squirms in your embrace, exchanging his kisses for gentle bites as you shriek playfully, “That’s not very nice.” ☹️

[chiharuhashibira]

Hello again a thank you for doing the sanemi x abused reader it was soooo goooodddd !!! But can you like make a modern au of teacher sanemi x teacher reader plss???😳thank youuu🤗🤗

Hello again @skeleton-the-gangser! Of course! I would love too!

I want to insert here some plot inside my head and I think a Modern AU of Teacher Sanemi X Teacher Reader would do well on it. XD

But perhaps~ you'll see another character OwO And I hope it would be good for y'all~ UwU

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐗 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔)

Content Warnings: Curse words, Slightly Suggestive

"Y/N-sensei, is it true that you're still not married by now?"

For the millionth time, you've sighed, releasing all of the pent-up irritation that these incessant questions have brought. The gathering was supposed to be a get-together with your old class, but instead, you found yourself in the hot seat.

It's clear that your students from two years ago were just curious about what happened to you. But it really irritated you that they quickly shifted the conversation from their newfound jobs or their college lives, to your nonexistent love life.

"For the tenth time today, yes. I'm not married. I'm still single at 25. For God's sake. Let's just stop talking about me. Let's just chat about how successful you guys have been."

Laughter echoed in the restaurant, but no sound came out of your lips. You just felt like you wanted to head home. You never thought it, but this reunion had become draining. It felt like all your strength had seeped out of your body as you dodged all their invading questions.

Looking around for help from your crazy group of students, your eyes landed on your co-teacher, who was watching how flustered you were all along. You widened your eyes at him, signalling him to come and get you from there.

It seems like Sanemi took that hint, and with a smirk on his lips, he stood up from his seat and went towards you. Rolling up the sleeves of his white button-up shirt in the process.

You gulped when you saw the muscles on his arm, wishing that the man would never notice how you looked at him. Sanemi has always been fit, and there are times that you can't take your eyes off him.

An arm suddenly snaked around your shoulder, pulling you closer. With a creased eyebrow, you turned to look up at Sanemi, who's definitely taller than you. "Ey, ey! I can see how you've been pestering your Y/N-sensei. So I'll be taking her away from you."

Students often flinch at the sound of Sanemi's voice since he has always been the sternest teacher of you all. Often times, you would feel like hitting his head because of his attitude, but now you're very thankful for it.

Sanemi really did take you away from your old seat, despite the grunts that came from your curious students. For some reason, heat seems to build up in your cheeks as you realise that his arms are still wrapped around you. Sanemi's body radiated more warmth than you could ever imagine, as he acted so cold around some people sometimes.

He finally let you go once you were at his table. A small chuckle escaped from his lips as his purple eyes watched you settle down. "Why are you laughing, Shinazugawa-san?" You asked, rolling your eyes in annoyance and fluster.

You looked aside before being drawn into his intimidating stare, and he didn't even answer. "You know, if you'll tease me too—"

"I'm just curious too, Y/N-chan. Why are you still single?"

The audacity to ask that! Incredulous by what he had just said, you stared at him with wide eyes and cocked an eyebrow. You never expected that a man as stern as him would be interested in gossip.

Even though you were trying to keep your cool, all you could think about was punching the smirk right off his face. Maybe it's just the booze talking.

"Why on earth would you care?"

"Perhaps because I can change that?"

You seemed momentarily stunned. Did you catch every word he said? Is he actually so tipsy? After hearing what Sanemi had to say, your mouth nearly hit the floor in shock.

Is that a fucking confession?

There was a brief period of silence. You did nothing except stare at him in bewilderment, like a young child with no idea what was going on in the world.

Perhaps Sanemi couldn't stand that; he pulled you outside, making sure that none of your former students or co-teachers were looking.

No protest came from your lips, even as Sanemi had already carried your bag on his left shoulder, holding you by your right hand. All that matters in your head right now is figuring out what he just said.

One...

Two...

Three...

"What in the actual fuck are you doing, Shinazugawa-san?"

These words suddenly came out of your mouth as you realised that you were being dragged away from the gathering by your co-teacher, who seemed to be too drunk.

Yes, you will admit that you enjoyed the sensation of his calloused hand against your small fingers, wondering how his palm became like this in the first place.

"Oh, mind your language, Y/N-chan!" Sanemi teased, making you pull away from his hold. For real, what's on with him tonight? Curiousness and fluster mixed up within you, making you feel a boiling sensation in the pit of your stomach. You bit your lip and tried to steal your bag from him, but as he was taller and quicker than you, he just moved an inch, and all your efforts were wasted.

You groaned loudly, making some people look at the both of you. Realising that you both were in public, Sanemi raised an eyebrow at some bystanders and spoke with a cold tone.

"What's the matter with you? Enjoying the show? Go fuck off."

No one would ever think that this foul-mouthed man is a teacher with how he acts sometimes. You shot him a glance, mortified at what he had done, but it didn't seem to phase him in the slightest.

He looked back at you and sent you that smirk once again, which annoyed the hell out of you. "Shinazugawa-san, you're fucking drunk. Stop this." You're almost crying from too much frustration over his teasing.

And perhaps he had seen the tears that were welling in your eyes when Sanemi suddenly gulped and gave you back your bag. "Eh, I was just teasing. No need to cry, Y/N-chan." He said it as if both of you were children playing at the playground.

"Whatever!" You said, snatching the bag away from his hand.

You no longer felt like continuing on with the reunion and instead wanted to return home. You then turned around and started walking in the opposite direction, completely befuddling Sanemi. He chased after you, mumbling your name.

His mint perfume came to your senses, bringing back some memories. Whenever both of you are at school, you can always tell he's around because of his distinctive minty, masculine aroma. Sanemi loves to ask how you have been. Often times, he would help you carry books or even walk you to the bus station.

He isn't like that with the other people; it's as if he has a facade when it comes to them.

Or perhaps it's the other way around. You're the one who's seeing his facade.

"Hey, I was just joking earlier." He said it now, with a hushed tone, making you stop walking. As if he had lost his senses, Sanemi bumped into you, accidentally hitting his lip on the top of your head. A yelp came out of your lips as you turned to look at him and saw that there was blood on his lower lip.

"Shinazugawa-san! You should be careful!" You said that all of the annoyance faded as you took your handkerchief and wiped the blood from his lower lip.

It would be an understatement to say that you don't feel anything. As you wiped the blood from his lip, you couldn't help but witness how long his eyelashes were and how the little hair from his bangs moved with the littlest of his movements.

Gulping at the sight, you finally looked away and were about to step a bit further, but Sanemi caught your arm and pulled you close.

"But I'm definitely serious about one thing that I've told you tonight. I want you to be my girlfriend, Y/N-chan."

What he had said surprised you. At first, you will think that he is drunk, but you will realise that there is no hint of alcohol in his breath. So, he's definitely sober, and he's clearly confessing to you.

You gulped and didn't answer him for a while. You stared at him once again and saw how serious he is by the look of his face and the glitter of his eyes. His lips, his plumpy lips... You suddenly had the urge to feel them and check how they would taste.

But then, you stopped yourself and these crazy thoughts... for a while...

"Shinazugawa-san, uh... Let's get your wound cleaned first. Then we'll talk about this again..."

A smile crept up his lips—not that signature smirk that he always wears. You didn't smile back, but you're sure that you're blushing like a schoolgirl.

"Where do we go then?" He asked while taking the opportunity to gently squeeze your hand. You took a deep breath and glanced at your hands, which were intertwined.

"Up to you..." You said it in a small tone, feeling a lump on your throat as Sanemi's fingers caressed your hands slowly. When you returned his gaze, his earnest grin changed into a childlike smile, and a flush appeared on his cheek.

"I know the perfect place. Come with me."

𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅…

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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 1, 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆!

𝑶𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒔𝒉, 𝒐𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒔𝒉!!! 𝑰'𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘!

So, surprise! This story will be chaptered, and it'll be my first chaptered fic since 2014/2015 I think? HAHA!

Thank you once again @skeleton-the-gangser for the prompt >///< I will definitely tag you to the next chapters~ I hope you like the first one tho!

Feel free to comment or reblog~

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Feel free to request any content~ Would really love those UwU

Thank you for reading this fic! 🌸

Love yah all!

Ja ne~

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[nerosdayinanime]

[sommerflue-22]

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Often time, Sanemi's habit of touching you goes unnoticed. You let him hold your hand, grab your arm, has his arm around your shoulder, around your waist. He does it anytime, anywhere. It's cute because his lips will tug up, happy to have you near him.

However, it can also be a challenge when you're trying to do something else, yet you're being held back by his strong grip.

"Hey, I'm trying to do what we're supposed to do here." You hit his head gently with a pack of tofu. It's the weekend, and as usual you're getting some groceries from the nearest supermarket.

"Hmm?" He just pulls you even closer, his arm around your waist. It's really hard for you to move around and push the trolley with Sanemi clinging on to you.

"Hey—"

"She's staring at you, I don't like it."

You discreetly peek behind your back. A woman, probably in her early forties, caught your eyes. You remember her standing close to you when you're picking up some chicken. She's really gorgeous, reminds you of an ex you used to date before Sanemi. You didn't pay her any mind, but Sanemi might noticed her sparing you a glance. You understand why he's being more clingy than usual.

"She's not, you're overthinking it." You gently peel his hand away from your waist. "Keep your hand to yourself, please."

He shrugs, "I mean, I could but why would I want to?"

You're about to protest when he leans in and kisses your cheek, stopping you from scolding him. Sanemi grins triumphantly and walks away. "I'll get the eggs, see you in a bit, babe."

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[petitelepus]

A Loner's Unexpected Journey, Part 17

Kimetsu Academy!Genya Shinazugawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: Genya and you are both adults now and want to spend a night with each other, experimenting... Could it lead to something greater?

Warnings: SMUT, ORAL SEX, GENYA AND READER ARE OFFICIALLY ADULTS NOW

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

The day spent with Genya and his family was absolutely fantastic. You spent a good hour or two at your and Genya's shared apartment, drinking coffee with his big brother Sanemi while the younger siblings played with Lady, read manga, or went through your game collection.

The kids actually got hungry before you or Genya, but you were more than happy to head out for your lover's birthday meal. Sanemi and the 5 younger siblings took you and Genya out for hamburgers and while it was a meal that kids wanted more, you and Genya were enjoying yourselves.

You were honestly so happy to spend time with his family. It had been ages since you had that much fun with actual people. Due to your loner status, you never enjoyed people's companionship and you detested crowds but Genya's family was different. They weren't annoying, petty, or mean to you, no no. They were kind and for the first time in ages, you felt accepted when you were with them.

"Happy birthday one more time big brother!" The kids cheered together as the Shinazugawa family dropped you by your front door.

"Thank you everyone! This was an amazing birthday!" Genya smiled happily as he knelt down and his siblings rushed to hug their big brother, the birthday hero. You were smiling as you watched the warm family scene unfold before you. You were so happy for him for having such a loving family.

The kids bid you and Genya farewell, but before they left, the teacher, Sanemi walked up to you and opened his arms. You and Genya blinked, both of you shocked and the teacher growled, "Well? Aren't you going to say goodbye to me?"

Genya nodded shakily as he stepped forward and his brother hugged him, patting him on the back like men tended to do. You smiled, happy to witness such a brotherly love moment. What you didn't expect, was for Sanemi to turn towards you when his hug with Genya was over.

"Well? Get in here," He said and you nodded shakily as you stepped forward and the two of you hugged. You felt a little alien, not used to hugging people other than Genya, but you sucked it up and hugged the teacher.

"Hey…" Sanemi suddenly whispered, "Take care of my knucklehead little brother. He may be a man soon, but he is still my little brother."

You blinked, stunned and blushing as the white-haired man pulled back and turned to look at the younger siblings, "Alright everyone, time for us to head back home!"

"Bye-bye, big brother! Bye-bye, big sis!" The kids cheered as Sanemi herded them away. You and Genya waved after them, closing the door only when his family was completely out of sight.

It felt like time stopped. You were absolutely horrified as you realized what your teacher was implying. That you would make his little brother a man that night. Well, he wasn't wrong, but you were still horrified… But why was Genya blushing also?

"I… I still haven't given you my present…" You said bashfully and Genya swallowed and you knew he had an idea or at least a hunch about what you were about to do.

"I think that maybe- I mean we should…" You swallowed nervously, "We should probably take a shower before doing anything, don't you think?"

"Y- yeah," He nodded, "You're right."

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You had told Genya to take a shower first while you prepared his birthday present. The young man was nervous as he applied shampoo to his hair, his mind wandering from one thing to another.

What had you exactly prepared for him? What should he do? Would he be able to do anything? He was so nervous he wasn't sure if he could do anything!

The young man sniffed the air experimentally and blinked, realizing that he had used your shampoo instead of his. Hopefully, you wouldn't mind it, but Genya was sure, no, he knew you weren't the type to get mad over small things like these.

"Take care of her and be a gentleman." His big brother's words echoed in his mind as he dried himself off the best he could with a towel, and wrapped it around his waist before stepping out of the bathroom and making his way into your shared bedroom.

"Hey, the shower is free if you-!" He was saying and you yelped out loud, nearly jumping out of your skin as you slammed the nightstand's drawer shut and turned to look at your partner.

"Ah, pardon! What did you say?" You asked and he swallowed, "The shower is free."

"Oh, thank you." You nodded as you stepped away from the drawer. "I'll be right back." You said as you passed him and he nodded as you left the room.

Genya glanced at the drawer and his curiosity got the best of him. He swallowed as he stepped forward and slid it open. His eyes widened and he swallowed nervously. A packet of condoms and a bottle of lube.

The young man shut the drawer with a little too much force and instead sat down on your shared bed. He had only his towel wrapped around his waist, but he felt like dressing up might be counterproductive.

Millions of thoughts ran through his mind. Was this really going to happen and would he be able to make you feel good? What about if he came prematurely and left you unsatisfied? That was probably his greatest fear. Well, that, and maybe you laughing at him and while he knew you would never be that cruel, he was still nervous.

"Genya?" You called him and the young man flinched as he called, "Over here!"

The door creaked open as you slipped into the room, making sure that Lady wasn't able to come inside. Genya swallowed nervously as he looked at you, towel wrapped tightly around your body, but still showing your figure. Your hair was dry so you hadn't most likely washed it, but it didn't matter, it was still clean and very pretty.

After making sure that the door was shut, you sat next to Genya, but neither one of you dared to look at the other one, both a little too nervous to do so. If you had looked, you would have seen how red both of your faces were.

"Genya…?" You started carefully.

"Y- yes?" The young man stuttered, still not daring to look at you. You were admiring him and his physique, wondering where he got all the scars and if they hurt. They looked like they hurt. You wanted to kiss each one and take away all the pain he could have ever felt.

"May I… May I kiss you?" You asked and he swallowed nervously as he turned to look at you and nodded shakily, "Y- Yes please…?"

You nodded as you carefully leaned towards him, cupping his burning cheek with your hand before pressing your lips together. Genya was so nervous, but slowly he calmed down enough to close his eyes and focus on the feeling of your lips against his.

As you kissed, he felt you carefully grasp his hand and he gasped against your lips as he felt his palm cup something super soft and warm. His eyes snapped open and he froze as he saw that you had dropped your towel and had pressed his palm against your bare breast.

"Ah- Ah- Ah-!" He stuttered as he pulled back from the kiss and tried to pull his hand back, but you pressed it just harder against your breast.

"Please Genya…" You whispered breathlessly, "Can you… Touch me?"

"A- Are you sure?" He couldn't help but ask and you nodded quietly. The young man swallowed nervously as he nodded and slowly he turned, cupping your both breasts, and started to roll and squeeze them gently in his palms.

Genya swallowed. You were so gorgeous and your breasts were so soft and warm and as he fondled them… He felt his cock harden.

"A- Ah-!" You gasped as you looked down and saw the obvious tenting on the towel around Genya's hips. Noticing you looking, he froze.

"I- I'm sorry-!" The young man stuttered as he moved to remove his hands from your breasts and press them down on his lap, trying to hide his obvious hard-on, "It just-! On its own-!"

"Genya…?"

"Y- yes?"

"Can I… Can I see it?"

Genya couldn't believe what he was hearing. You were so much braver than he was…! The man swallowed hard as he nodded and spread his towel open, showing you his cock.

He was embarrassed as he watched your eyes widen and he mistook that as horror… But you felt anything but horror… Okay, a little fear, but mostly curiosity.

"G- Genya…!" You whimpered as you looked at him, "May I… May I touch it?"

"Ah-!" He swallowed hard as he collected himself and nodded, "O- okay."

Carefully, you reached forward and petted his cock with the tips of your fingers and you were shocked at how hard and smooth it was. Slowly, you wrapped your fingers around it and started to stroke it experimentally.

Genya flinched, feeling stunned by the pleasure of having someone else than himself touching him down there. It was foreign, but not unwelcomed. A small drop of precum leaked from his tip, making your hand move with more ease.

What Genya didn't know was that your mouth was watering like crazy at the sight and feeling of his erect cock. You didn't know where the need came from, but you needed him in your mouth, now!

"Genya, can I… Can I try something?" You asked carefully and he looked at you in confusion, "W- what is it?"

"With my… With my mouth?" You asked and he blushed furiously as he nodded speechlessly.

You nodded as you slipped your towel on the bed and got down on your knees between his legs, admiring his cock up close and Genya gasped, knowing what you were about to do, but it took his body a moment to actually realize what you were about to do.

Your lover got sudden cold feet, but he didn't get a chance to back up when you wrapped your lips around his tip and licked. He smelled like soap thanks to his earlier shower but tasted clean and a little salty.

"Shit-!" Genya's hips bucked on their own accord, accidentally thrusting his cock into your mouth and making you gag on him.

"I- I'm sorry!" He stuttered as he moved to pull away, but you squeezed the base of his cock with your hand and he stilled immediately, not daring to play tug of war with his manhood. You took him a little deeper and swirled your tongue all over his cock before applying suction and Genya's legs almost locked in pleasure.

He ground his teeth together, drool trickling down from the side of his mouth as he groaned. Slowly, he surrendered to the pleasure, his hand unintentionally grasping the back of your head and starting to guide your mouth on him.

You moaned around him, licking the underside of his cock and holding in your gag reflexes as you took him as far in your throat as you could without gagging and swallowed. His cock was trembling in your mouth and you could taste more and more of his precum. You wondered briefly if he was close…

"I- I'm getting close…!" He warned you, and you mentally patted yourself on the head for being right, but you didn't stop there just because he was about to come. You wanted him to come into your mouth so you worked your tongue harder and applied even more suction.

"P- Pull away, please!" Genya cried out and you couldn't help but moan around him, but he pulled on your hair so you gave in and opened your mouth wider, letting him pull himself out, but it was too late.

Genya groaned as his balls tightened and cum spurted from his cock, covering your face with his sticky load. Luckily, you managed to close your eyes just in time to avoid getting any of his cum on them. You opened your eyes carefully and looked up at him, but he was horrified.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that-!"

While Genya was apologizing like crazy for "tainting" you, you collected spurts of his cum with your fingers and admired how much he came. Without thinking it further, you stuck the cum covered fingers into your mouth and Genya almost got a heart attack.

"D- Don't eat it!" He cried out, but it was too late as you swallowed his cum eagerly.

"Tasty…" You murmured softly, feeling so turned on honestly that it didn't matter how his cum tasted, but poor Genya almost fainted.

"H- Here, let me help!" He grabbed your forgotten towel and gently used it to wipe your face clean. Despite your face being clean, you were still licking your lips, still faintly tasting his essence on them. Suddenly you snapped out of your lust-filled state of mind and you looked at your flustered lover.

"Ah, I'm sorry…!" You panted breathlessly as you wiped the corner of your mouth with your thumb, "I- I got too excited…"

"I- It's alright," Genya swallowed a lump in his throat, "It felt good. Very good!"

"I'm glad- Ah!" You gasped as you saw his cock, still standing hard and proud, "You're still hard?"

You were half expecting the night to be over with his orgasm, but your partner looked like he was more than willing to continue. And honestly? So were you.

"I- I'm sorry!" He cried out, embarrassed as he moved to get up, "I'll go take care of it in the bathroom-!"

"No, please!" You snapped and he stilled, "W- what?"

"Genya…." You swallowed nervously as you stood up and leaned over your lover's body. The young man blinked as he backed down until his back hit the mattress and you crawled on top of him.

"Can I… Can I make you feel even better?" You asked and Genya thought he might pass out, but he willed himself to stay conscious. Slowly, he nodded and you smiled a little as you leaned down and kissed him. The night was just beginning.

[rottencoreflesh101]

Sanemi! 😳 Sanemmiiii🥰

I like when he yells and curses like “ARE YOU INSANE WOMAN??? YOU COULD’VE BEEN FUCKING KILLED!” Or “You fucking bitch…” like yesss degrade me mf 😭 but yeah, I was reading a zombie Sanemi fic the other day and can’t stop thinking about it hehehe

[six-eyed-samurai]

DEATH MARKS AND SOULMATES

Set in the Kimetsu Academy AU. Funny enough this is not angst. Fem reader.

In this world, you find your soulmate not by a red string or a name tattooed on your person, but rather a symbolic little picture imprinted on your shoulder that symbolised something special between you and your soulmate.

The world has seen the ordinary sort (a coffee cup for a cafe meet cute, a book for a library study session), with some unique types (a cross to represent a hospital visit)...but surely no one else on earth save for one Genya Shinazugawa had one of a grave.

It was a plain, unexceptional thing really. Just a simple brown casket underneath thin lines of grass and soil and a tombstone standing sentry over it.

Yet how could it NOT symbolise anything not related to death?

Did it mean he'd die before meeting his soulmate? Did it mean whoever they were, were already dead? Did it mean they were both going to die upon meeting? God, it drove him crazy.

And fearful.

Which was why Genya had long sworn off finding his soulmate. They were both clearly better off never meeting.

So he contented himself with dating around people occasionally who had yet to meet their soulmates. Sure, he knew it wouldn't last long, until they met their one and only at least, but it was fun while it did and at any rate it kept his mind off his own dark, depressing mark.

It still hurt though. Hurt to watch everyone, family and friends and colleagues - hell, even enemies - get together with their soulmates.

Inosuke and Aoi going out after she tripped on his loose shoe he lost running to class identical to the one on her arm and smacked him for it. Iguro-san and Mitsuri-chan shyly confessing their undying love when they pieced together his mark was an old pizza box and hers was a Bunsen burner and test tubes. Kanao and Tanjiro got together after their dropped wallet mix up and discovering the missing halves of their coins literally.

For fxxk's sake, even that Agatsuma kid and Nezuko started dating when they saw the lightning and the loaf of bread on each other's shoulders.

It was really making him feel...slightly left out.

But getting together with his soulmate was a bad idea. So for years Genya could've won a Grammy award for his acting like it was fine, that he never did actually want to meet his soulmate.

Until stupid, lovable HER waltzed back into his life.

He vaguely remembered her from his childhood, but when they both started talking it was like he had known her all his life. Even the gloomy way of how both of them had first met - at some services for a relative of hers and a great god aunt of his - did nothing to dampen their childhood recap chatter.

Was it her charming, if not idiotic humor? Was it the way she complimented him so naturally? Was it the way she just stared at him across the ground and smiled when he turned around?

Whatever it was...she was really making it hard for him to keep to his promise.

"Hey, Genya?"

God. This was it. No, no, no...

"Hmm, yeah?"

"There's something I want to tell you...We've been really good friends for a while now. I was thinking...something more?"

"AND I TURNED HER DOWN, ANIKI, WHY THE HELL DID I DO THAT?”

Genya groaned into his pillow and banged his head against his bed while an irritated Sanemi sat at the other end with a disbelieving expression and handa in the midst face palming himself and bringing it down on his little brother's skull in despair and rage.

"GENYA, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!? I'M FXXKING TIRED KF SEEING BOTH YOUR PUPPY EYES AND MOONING!” Sanemi bellowed, then took a deep breath to calm himself and wake his already asleep siblings. “Dammit, what did she say?"

"She was so nice about it, that's the problem!!! She even said we could still be friends if I was fine with it but I just feel even more guilty! WHY ARE GIRLS JUST SO - UGHHH."

"Genya, is this about your soulmate mark thing again?" Sanemi sighed, suddenly serious, and yanked his brother up. "You do know plenty of people don't wind up with their soulmate right, stupid idiot? It doesn't decide everything."

"Yeah, but what if she finds her soulmate and they're a better match? She showed me her mark once - something like a black umbrella lying in a puddle."

"Black umbrella?" Sanemi frowned (well, even more so than before) and leaned back. "Well, well, you don't see that many of that colour around. What are the odds of him finding her soulmate?"

"You found yours! Besides, it's really common, it's the sort of umbrella you bring to a funeral."

"Funeral? Damn, kinda like yours huh, tough luck - hang on a second."

"Yeah?" Genya peeked from the mound of pillows in surprise.

"Tell me how you guys met again." Sanemi snapped his fingers impatiently. “Get on with it, dumbass, I'm not gonna sit here all night listening to you moan about being a wimp.”

"We were at dad's funeral, remember? Her dad was his drinking buddy or something. I dropped the umbrella I was carrying and since it was raining it nearly blew off but she caught it-"

His mouth dropped open when Sanemi let out a loud groan and slapped the mattress. "What?"

"Genya. Funeral. Your mark is a coffin. You guys met at a funeral. You dropped your umbrella. She caught it for you. Her mark is an umbrella. Any bells RINGING YET, YOU GODDAMNED FOOL?"

"...oh god."

Sanemi barely had time to shout after Genya with the speed he was barging out of the room and running off. "DON'T COME BACK UNTIL YOU GET HER, OR I'LL LOCK YOU OUT!”

It wasn't that hard to find her house, having been there so many times. Genya tore through the storm and down the streets like it was nothing but a leisurely walk in the park, barely avoiding slipping on the puddles, until he arrived in front of the garden you and him had spent so many days messing around in. She was standing so obviously, miserably in the pouring rain holding the umbrella like he did so many years ago, a quiet moment from the accepting facade she had thrown up before.

Something about just watching that made him regret every single dead he had had before. She was a beautiful, serene, sorrowful painting.

And he'd be a fool to auction such a treasure like that off.

He called her name, once, twice, panting and desperate.

She whipped around almost at once. "Who - Genya-kun? Genya-kun! You'll catch a cold!"

She rushed forward at once to cover his dripping wet self with her umbrella, concern written - scrawled - over her features.

"Doesn't matter - look - uh -" Genya faltered, then took a deep breath. "I said no because I was afraid you weren't my soulmate. Or if you were... let's just say my mark wasn't the most auspicious. I was...scared of what would happen, so it was worse."

"Is that - is that it? Genya-kun, I - I don't - you know I don't care - care about the marks -"

"No, listen, please. Then I talked it over with Aniki and he kinda made me realize some things."

"Oh - uh - yeah? What?"

"That the grave on my shoulder was because I met you at a funeral, that I love you mark or not and...that yes, I want to be something more."

"We - we can be more than more. We'll be most - I - I promise!"

She held her umbrella over him all those years ago.

Now both of them threw it away to laugh and dance in the rain as newfound lovers.