#sanemi shinazugawa x y/n

[luxthestrange]

KNY Incorrect quotes#121 It's always the cute ones...

Soft!Y/n: I scare people & demons a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms

Soft!Y/n: So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me~

Sane:...Please have my children-

Part 3 of:

[sluttysanemi]

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a/n: to my fiancé xo nikki is in-love w u

Sanemi can’t seem to keep his hands off you.

As he kisses you tenderly, as you lay beneath the sheets. His hand glides delicately along your thigh, digits slithering. Igniting a trail of warmth and desire. His fingers travel between your thighs, cautiously skimming the thin fabric that veils your warmth.

His digits coil around your garments, steadily pulling. Your breath wavers, as it brushes past his. He observes your stare softly. He enjoys the faint pink glow that emerges across your cheeks. He lays a lingering kiss to your neck, as he delicately presses a finger to your slit.

He hears your quiet moan, adrenaline running to his spine. He could feel his shaft quiver, straining against the fabric of his undergarments. His thoughts became cluttered with lust, subconsciously shifting himself impassably closer.

He pushes further- his lip sinking to his lower lip, as he felt your arousal gather to his digit. His chest heaved as he listened intently to each miniature noise your body produced. His shaft keen, forming translucent beads of pre that tarnished his briefs.

“Your cunt’s so noisy, baby..”

His finger steadily curls, gliding along the inside of your opening. His finger travelled meticulously. His breath rushes past his lips. His mind loses itself to your ecstasy.

He gradually thrusts, observing your body as it embraces his finger. He became lost in the sight. Your pleasure was all he needed.

He wished to watch the wave of bliss, as it rushes over you.

[six-eyed-samurai]

SUMMARY: Someone turns up on Sanemi's doorstep after the final war - that someone being a part of Genya's life Sanemi regrets never knowing. A/N: NGL I lost a lot of respect for Sanemi after he tried to poke Genya's eyes out but I do feel really bad for him after the final battle with Muzan because what is he going to live for now? What's he going to do? Fall into depression, probably, and that just made me sad so here we are to be sad together. You don't have a choice. WARNINGS: Genya x GN Reader but mainly Platonic!Sanemi x Reader

Seeing as nearly everyone he had known was dead after the final war, the hesitant knocking at his door startled the wits out of one former Wind Hashira.

He probably shouldn’t have stayed up late last night drinking and wasting everything away because he could barely see straight stumbling towards the doors, cursing the early dawn, the furniture he stubbed his toe on and the pounding in his head, but nothing numbed the dull grief and pain better than being blackout drunk and coma-like sleep. At least Sanemi wasn’t seeing double like last time.

Although he was wondering if he was hallucinating shit, because ain’t no freaking way there was someone showing up at his doorstep at 6 in the morning asking if he was Shinazugawa and if he could please, if he didn’t mind, help them find someone?

“Yeah…what?”

They repeat their question, tugging nervously at their sleeves, hopeful underneath all that anxiety. “Are you Shinazugawa Sanemi? Genya told me to go find you if…”

“He’s-”

His first reaction, out of force of habit, was to deny that he had any brother, but the words glued themselves to the sides of his throat and would only spill out in the form of ugly sobbing. His second reaction was pretty much equally brutal: tell them that his brother had long died, sliced in half by the late Upper Moon One, all because he had failed in every duty possible, as a brother, as a slayer, as a human. But Sanemi, undeniably, had mellowed out and if he had to crack that porcelain-frail look of desperate hope in their eyes he too would shatter in his precarious mental state.

So he settled for delaying the inevitable. “If what? You a slayer?”

“No,” they say, shaking their head. “I…he was my, um…”

Oh.

No.

Please no.

“Your boyfriend,” he barks out bluntly, but tries to tone down and soften his expression when they wince, flustered. “That’s…”

Unexpected. He could still remember a time when Genya either beat down everyone and not gave a rat’s ass about it or when he would explode into a ripe tomato if someone good looking so much as said hello to him. Or maybe sweet. Sanemi’s always wanted him to have a normal life, go get married, have a family, live peacefully to a ripe old age while he did the bloody work of slaying. At least he got a taste of it. Most of all…sad, really. Sad that he pushed his younger brother away so much he never even know he’d fallen in love, someone new had entered his life, he’s gotten over his emotional constipation somewhat. Sad that he never got to spend the rest of his life with them like Sanemi had no doubt he had promised. Sad that they had never known, all this while, that Genya would never stagger home to them.

It seemed like this conversation would be one of trailed-off sentences.

They nod. “Yes…”

“Huh. Can see why he liked you,” Sanemi says off-handedly, but remembers he never actually knew what his brother’s type was. Funny how he only realized it was stupid of him to keep trying to cut off ties with his only brother after he died. But they are cute in their mannerisms, the air that just made you want to protect them forever, wrapped in innocence. No wonder Genya fell in love.

“Liked?” Their expression falls, but it’s still hopeful.

Sanemi can’t think what’s worse, for her to have the only option of thinking that Genya has moved on, fallen for someone else, left them behind because the other option is too terrible to contemplate. It’s the truth, however.

“Liked,” he repeats, and he can feel his mind just wanting to succumb to the hopeless pain. Sanemi digs his nails into his palm and bites the insides of his cheeks instead.

“I think I should start from the beginning.”

“Come on in, then.”

He waits until they're further into the room before he releases a breath, slumps his shoulders and stares at the sky to mouth his apologies to his brother for not giving him enough time to spend with them, to the gods for leading them on for so long, to someone, anyone, who would spare a sinner like him some forgiveness as he prepared to cry all over again about Genya.

***

“And then he told me if he isn’t at Himejima’s Estate, go find his older brother who’s probably living alone somewhere, scaring everyone away with his temper and dog.”

They laugh, clear as bells, at the memory, hiding their smile behind the steaming cup of tea, but it’s broken, like their fake grins and the mug in their hands. Sanemi wants to laugh too (is this how you really saw me, Genya, after all I did to you?), but he might actually start the waterworks. Sanemi was already halfway there, listening to his brother’s secret romance and everything he missed out because of his own foolishness.

“He said he hoped he’d finally be there with you, or if he wasn’t, you’d tell me where he went.”

I could tell you where he went, Sanemi agreed, because I saw him. When I was dying. And he was dead.

They fidgets, tugging at their clothes again. “I waited a really long time for a letter. He said he’d send me one if he could after the…after the fight, but it was so long. I checked up on Himejima’s Estate all the time, but he was never there. Nobody was. I asked around; they told me the owner had died and - and -”

“I know.” If he was a better person Sanemi would probably be reaching out to put a hand on their shoulder, assure them. If he were a better brother Genya would be alive and drinking tea with them. But he was none of those and so all he could do was awkwardly say two words. “Go on.”

“I didn’t know to look after that.” They wipe at their face, setting down the cup. “Genya said you had white hair and was covered in scars, and well, there aren’t that many of those sort of people around, but even then it took me forever to find you. I tried tracking down Muichiro, but I couldn’t either.”

Tokito. Another failure. Sanemi turned away slightly.

“Then I finally found Tanjiro last week. He’d been trying to find me as well, but heh, since I kept traveling it made it hard.” They shrug. “He told me where to find you, so here I am. Sorry for intruding…but it’s a little late for that.”

They glance around, clinging onto the belief. “Is he - is he here? Can I see him?”

“Yeah,” Sanemi whispers hoarsely. “I’ll take you to him.”

Not before he winds up sobbing himself dry on their shoulder, pathetically trying to assure them as well as tears streamed down both their faces.

***

There was no body but Sanemi had carved out a tombstone for him anyway.

It was under a tree, scattered with leaves, wilting flowers and weeds watered by his grief. Sometimes when Sanemi’s more sober and when he can light a candle without burning anything else he’ll leave some there, so waxy stubs are left over. That Kamado kid and his friends came down sometimes and left behind their mementos as well. Unlike his own home, Sanemi did his best to keep it clean.

He left to give them some privacy, walking a little further away, but even so the wind carried their words over and Sanemi couldn’t pretend he couldn’t hear them raging against fate, death, Genya.

“Why?”

“Why you?”

“Why would you do this to me?”

You and me both, kid, Sanemi thinks.

“You said you’d come back! You said you’d take me to see your aniki! We were going to - there was so much we haven’t - what am I supposed to do now, Genya? You were supposed to be here with Sanemi-san as well, not just me!”

He’s always been too caught up with himself. Damn, blind to what Genya really wanted to the end, Sanemi thinks wryly.

For a moment there seems to be someone else beside him. He turns and for a moment he sees someone’s shadow on the ground, someone smiling, someone asking. Someone who didn’t want him to go squandering his life on regrets; a favor, the silhouette seemed to say, so will you do it for me?

The answer was always yes - Sanemi blinks, and it’s gone, so he hurries back to the grave.

They're dragged out of their misery by a heavy hand, rough but gentle. “I’m sorry.”

“You shouldn’t be.” They hiccup and drag a hand across their face. “I'm sorry. Sorry for…I wish you both had gotten a chance…”

Sanemi laughed, voice scratchy. “That was my own fault.”

“You know what I mean.” They managed to roll their eyes.

“Where you going now?”

“I'm…not sure. I don't know. Back to my hometown, maybe, but there's not really anyone there.”

Anyone to go back to, they meant.

“Tch.” He began to stomp back to the house, gesturing for them to follow. Sanemi pauses at the doorway, frowning, and turns back. “You planning to sit there all day? You can stay if you like, I don't like the idea of you walking around alone and defenceless.”

“Stay - what?”

“Stay,” Sanemi agrees, exasperation in his tone at their stunned, slow reaction. “And you're having ohagi for breakfast whether you like it or not.”

***

Days fly past.

Mostly they’re spent in mourning together. Privately Sanemi preferred this to the funeral they had held with what was left of the Corps, because it feels more…closer. Similar. Here were two people that were a part of a big chunk of Genya’s life and yet never knew the other part.

They sat at the grave a lot and just…nothing. There were no tears or comfort. Just silence, never knowing what to do because you’ve been living for someone who’s now dead so you could live, but what are YOU living for? Sanemi wished time and time again he’d be the one to bite it. Not like anyone much would miss him, and maybe all those times he’d been hurting his brother was so Genya could move on in the event he died, very much unlike him right now.

On the third day they finally made conversation.

“So…” Sanemi cleared his throat. “How’d you both meet, since, y’know, he’s a slayer?”

They squint at the dirt, absently pulling up blades of grass. “I didn’t actually know he was one until a lot later, but even then he didn’t tell me much.” They tilted up their head. “He never wanted to expose that part of his life to me. I thought he was just another traveler when we first met; I offered him a room in my house.”

“House? Will you go back there?” Suddenly Sanemi is seized with panic - if they, his one and only link to Genya now, went back, and he ended up alone again…

“It’s not really my house. It’s more like…my employer’s house at that time…”

“Ah. So you’ve got nowhere to go for now?”

“Mhm. When I got fired I stayed over at Himejima’s occasionally. Then Genya sent me away before…yeah, before all that.” They blink and their eyes glisten. “What was he like, as a slayer? I knew he was different or something, because Tanjiro and his friends used a sword and some technique he couldn’t master, so the gun and all.”

Unbeknownst to everyone Sanemi had been watching his little brother train all those years ago. It’d be the first time he exposed himself. “He was really hard-working. Threw in everything he had to try and learn Breathing Techniques but he just couldn’t master it, and I think it took a big toll on Genya. I didn’t help much.”

“It’s alright. He forgives you.”

“Present tense?”

“Would he have told me to go look for you if he hadn’t?”

There. The real reason Sanemi would lose it if they left. He needed someone, something, anything to prove all the accusing, guilty voices in his head that Genya hadn’t died hating him.

“Tch. Fair enough. Tell me about his life outside the Corps now.”

***

Weeks go by.

Having them around, Sanemi discovers, is a stark reminder of what had happened to Genya, yet not in a bad way. Sanemi started forcing himself to bathe more frequently, take care of himself better - don’t want them having to put up with my stench - not just doing the bare minimum for his dog. He’d been alone and heartbroken for so long he’s honestly stopped functioning like a normal person, forgotten what Genya had died for.

Now he had to go out and buy food more consistently because he wasn’t the only one around anymore. Sanemi had to get around to repairing all those things that had fallen to ruins at the Wind Estate. Grudgingly he even agreed to let them take over cooking meals in order to get more than just ohagi in his diet.

But he only really noticed the differences when one morning Sanemi staggered into the kitchen looking for a drink after another round of restless nightmares and instead stumbled onto them dumping the contents of the sake bottle he left out down the drain.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Sanemi made a grab for it but they ducked out of reach, flinching at the sudden yell.

“Getting rid of this. You’ve been drinking a lot lately.”

“For a damn reason!”

“What reason?”

Because every day is painful and I just want it all to go away, isn’t it obvious? Sanemi dug his nails into his palm again, muttering obscenities.

“I thought you of all people should know better than to cope like this.”

“I-”

He should. He remembered the former Flame Hashira before Rengoku. He recalled Kyogo.

Sanemi had always feared he would turn out like his father and here he was proving everyone right. Genya wouldn’t have wanted that…god, what was wrong with him?

“You’re right.”

They watched uneasily as Sanemi stalked off, but they had nothing to worry about. Sanemi threw out the rest of the bottles that day and apologized to the grave.

“Bet he’s pretty mad I turned out like this after all he fought for.” A scarred hand gestures listlessly at the headstone, the other holding a cup. The both of them sat in evening silence, watching the wind flitter around from the engawa. Remaining rain droplets trickle down from the roof.

“Genya?’ They set down their cup and ponder. “Not really. He could never get mad at you.”

Sanemi snorts. “Never?”

“Never.”

“Ah, he should’ve.”

“Maybe that’s why I’m here.” They flash him a smile. In truth they could’ve been his sibling regardless - sibling-in-law, but he’d settle for surrogate now.

Sanemi rolls his eyes but likes the idea more than he admits, of Genya watching over him even now…because it has to mean he’s forgiven him, right, for everything he did wrong? “What was he like?”

“Huh?”

“Y’know.” Sanemi draws random blobs in the air, vague shapes of hearts. “When you both were-”

“SHINAZUGAWA!”

“Did you make out? At least once. You had to.”

They’re mortified and got up several times to leave but not before Sanemi’s heard everything he missed out: yes, they’d gotten to the kissing stage but no, they did not make out, why was he so vulgar, yes, Genya often had a panic attack every time they held hands, yes, they could show him all the dried flowers Genya had gifted them, stop laughing at their confession story, you’re right, Genya was horribly obvious with his blushy crush phase and NO, Shinazugawa, Genya would self combust before they ever got to the topic of marriage or starting a family!

***

Years pass.

Sanemi’s gotten married. Four mini-mes running around as well, a fifth on the way. He likes to think of it as a parallel between him and his own siblings, because his oldest is the only to inherit his shock of white hair and the second bears a striking resemblance to Genya. They think so too, written clearly on their faces every time they look at him.

Speaking of them, they hadn’t left all this while and Sanemi doesn’t want them to. Not when they’ve been there to pull him out of his depressive state, united in grief, see him fall in love with a local girl, urge him to court her despite his anxious worries, stood next to him when he was getting hitched, supported him throughout fatherhood and babysat the four hurricanes when he and his wife went out on date nights.

It’d be just as bad as losing Genya.

“You better be good for them, or I’ll string you all up by your feet.” Despite Sanemi’s threatening words he’s unusually gentle as he peels his two youngest from his legs as they cling on and whine at him and mom not to go out without them, they wanted to go see the fireworks too, can’t they stay up late this one time?

“Don’t worry, they’re all angels.” They help remove the other two older ones from their mom, rolling their eyes. “And before you say anything, yes, I’ll get them all to bed before ten.”

“Sometimes I think Sanemi nags more than I do,” his beloved jokes, taking his arm and the both of them leave, calling out to the protesting kids as they’re hauled off inside and the door closes. He’s lucky, he thinks, tucking his wife closer, that even after all this he managed to be happy. He can almost see Genya in front of him, smiling and telling Aniki not to get too naughty, not abandon them for so long to try and control four rowdy kids.

Sanemi wishes the same could be said of them, though.

When he comes back, tells his wife he’ll be back into the bedroom soon, checks on his kids and realizes they’ve disappeared again, Sanemi knows just where to look, quickly making his way to the grave, carrying a lantern and something else.

“You really have to stop coming here in the middle of the night. There’s no more demons, but ya think you’ll be safe?” Sanemi huffs, taking his seat next to them. They snort derisively. “I’m serious! What if you get mauled by some wild animal? Who am I gonna dump the kids on if you’re not here?”

“Tomioka’s around. Kamado too,” they sing-song.

“Tomioka would give my kids depression and maybe I’d trust Kamado but not his friends.”

“You give ME depression.”

“Haha, very funny.” Sanemi passes the slice of watermelon to them, taking a bite of his own. Genya’s headstone looks chipped in the yellow light, worn and old, but still lovingly cared for. “I think he might want you to move on, you know? It’s been years. He’ll understand. He’ll want you to be happy. You can’t keep waiting around, crying and wasting time.”

“You’re stealing my words.”

“Hey, it worked back then, when you told that to me. You’re a hypocrite. Use your own advice.”

“I tried. It didn’t work out. I kept coming back here.” A finger traces the stone, uncertainty in their tone.

“You feel guilty, like you’re being unfaithful to him or something?” Sanemi passes them another slice, awkwardly trying to sympathize. He wants them to be happy as well, after all.

“No, it’s just…” They shrug, head shaking from side to side. “I dunno. I can’t. Not like you did.”

Sanemi understands, suddenlyl, sort of. They gave him their heart and maybe it wasn’t theirs to take back yet. It didn’t really make sense and wasn’t enough of a reason to argue against moving on, but feelings were weird and rarely made enough reason.

“No one’s going to be like him, huh.”

“No. No one,” They agreed, and they both lapsed into silence.

“I mean, the guy we met yesterday looked like a great match-”

“Have fun taking your kids on your next date, Shinazugawa.”

“I was kidding!”

They wipe their mouth and set down their watermelon rind before, a ghost of smile tugging at their lips. “You and Genya really are the same, you know.”

“How?’ Years later and he’s still learning new things he should’ve known during all those years he wasted thinking it was a good idea to push him away. Ah well.

“Um…I guess in the way you both really suck at trying to talk about feelings.”

“You wound me.”

“You’re a former Hashira. But you both try to understand and make me feel better anyway.” They smirk. “In the form of bad jokes, usually.”

“I’m hurt.” Sanemi got the point, mouth twitching.

“So, yeah. You both don’t really know how to do it but you do your best. That’s good enough.”

Sanemi caught their eye. “…good enough for me, at least.” He stood up and picked up the rinds, returning back to his tough boy exterior. “Enough mushy stuff. Go back to bed.”

“Yessir.”

***

“You and Genya really are the same, Sanemi.”

They lean their forehead against the cool, rough headstone. The new one. It was new and clear but now it was wet with tears. “It’s gonna be hard…why did you both have to go?”

Five years later. Sanemi’s slayer mark had finally caught up with him, but not before he had gotten the chance to settle down and leave behind some kids, have another chance at enjoying life, find a new sibling. Still, no one had expected him to just…not wake up one day. It seemed a little too quiet of an ending for the tale of Shinazugawa.

“Where was all your talk about going down in a blaze of glory to the kids last night, huh?” They coughed out a laugh. “I know you must be really pissed to just die like that.”

They’ve been holding it together the past few days, for the sake of Sanemi’s children and his widow. Only now could they cry in quiet, in the same spot where Sanemi and them had cried over Genya. Tomioka’s widow and two kids had joined them as well. Three united in grief.

“I know you said you’re happy you got a chance at all this, Sanemi, but I can’t help feeling like you were robbed of having the full experience in all this. Like Genya all over again. When you see him, tell him I miss him a lot, okay? Still very much head over heels and making an absolute fool of myself…”

They laid down their bouquet, taking a breath. “You also said you were afraid Naomi, Hiroshi and Remi won’t remember you if you die so early in their childhood…it’s alright. I don’t think anyone will forget you. Least of all me. Thanks for everything.”

“I hope you and Genya finally see each other again.”

It wasn’t seen or heard, but rather, felt - a lover’s arm wrapped around their shoulders and a brotherly hand on the other.

[chiharuhashibira]

hi besiee (Love ya stories) I was wondering if you could make a fluff/smut head cannons for Sanemi like the fluff one is about he period what he would do if the fem reader was on her period (LIKE ME OMGGG) and the smut is like uhhh... BRUH I JS HAD IT OMGG OMG OMG OMG got it the smut is like when the reader upsets Sanemi and you can do the rest I have nothing else anyways bye bye bestie! (if you don't wanna do it you don't have to ^-^ bye bestie!) PS - js call me Octavia it's my name-

Hi Octavia~ Thank you for this HC request!

Alsooo I am so happy that you love my stories 💓 Appreciate the love and support UwU

And with that, I'll try my best to make this HC fluffy and pinch a bit of lemon 🤭

Enjoy~

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒅

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Content Warnings: Upper part is SFW but don't scroll down past the NSFW Warning if you're a minor! MDNI!

🌸𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚🌸

❥ Whenever you're on your period, the days are quite overwhelming for Sanemi. At least before.

❥ When you first told him that you'd gotten your period, the man was like... "Are you really supposed to say this to me?" and blushed redder than a ripe tomato. Give the guy a break; you're his first girlfriend, so he didn't know how to react.

❥ But then he had figured out that giving you foot massages, cuddling with you, and at least lessening his grumpiness helped a lot.

❥ And so he does that, accompanied by lots of kisses and, yes, pampering. If you want food, he'll give you anything; he would even cook for you on those days.

❥ Whenever you have period cramps... (See 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝑴𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆)

❥ The man is really sweet. Little did you know that he had a calendar marked whenever you're getting your period. And when you saw this, he told you that he just wanted to be extra sweet to you on those days, and he just wanted to prepare for it.

❥ But then, period is equal to no sex. And this could sometimes make Sanemi a little impatient.

❥ Yes, he won't force you to have sex with him, but that doesn't mean that he won't do anything to relieve himself.

❥ At night, when his sex drive is too high, he will often pull down his pants and jerk off beside you. But then, even if he is not trying to wake you up, you'll end up waking up from his little grunts and muffled moans.

❥ And whenever that happens, you'll try to "take care of him" as much as you can. Yes, taking care could mean you taking the initiative to pump his cock up and down, making the man buck his hips up in pleasure. One thing about Sanemi is that he hates his sword being touched by you, but he loves his cock being held by you. And so, that's what you usually do. Jerk your boyfriend off with an unpredicted rhythm that would eventually not just make him cum once on your hand, but mostly twice.

❥ Taking care could also mean boob job. You would often place Sanemi's hard shaft between your boobs, making sure to give a great blow job as you licked the cum on the tip as you rubbed it up and down. Yes, Sanemi loved the way you looked as you did that, kneeling in front of him with his cock between your boobs or inside your hot mouth.

❥ Those are the usual nights, but then, your period could also mean mood changes. When it reached Sanemi's peak and you upset him, he would often roll his eyes at you and leave you for a bit. But then you'll realise you made him feel bad, so what you'll do is mostly give him all the love.

❥ And love could mean you giving him intense blowjobs, with Sanemi tugging your hair or holding your head to make sure he can fuck your mouth deeper.

❥ To make it up to him, sometimes you'll end up swallowing all his cum, showing it on your tongue like a good girl before doing so. Sometimes, you'll also end up letting him give you a facial, making sure you retain eye contact as he ejaculates on your face and boobs, as the Wind Hashira loves that fearful and seductive look of yours.

❥ But yes, you're on your period, so after that intense "work up" and "making up" with Sanemi, he'll give you the best aftercare, cuddle with you after, and tell you how much he loves you before you both end up asleep.

"I love you, baby. You're the best thing in this world. I'm glad I have you."

𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓮!

I was thinking to do an intense scene (like the one in Saltburn if you already saw it), but I can't XD I just can't HAHA

Thank you so much for reading this HC!

As always, feel free to comment, reblog, and request!

Ja ne~

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

[kyojurismo]

— SECRET MEETING

# sanemi shinazugawa

synopsis : you are in a secret relationship with the wind hashira and his desires become unbearable right before he’s about to leave for a new mission.

tags : fem!reader, nsfw, kissing, nipple play, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be silly), 1.2k words, not proofread.

a/n : COME GET YOUR FOOD !!! alright okay uh, i decided to finally finish one of my wip and it turned out like this. pls lemme know if i missed a tag, i’m actually pretty bad at tagging smutty works lol. pls keep in mind that english is not my first language so i’m sorry for any error . . . anyway, i hope you guys enjoy <3

you walked out of the hashira meeting beside shinobu, chatting with her. you smiled at her, nodding, before someone grabbed your arm and stopped you. “uzui-san, i swear–” you turned and met sanemi’s face, stopping mid sentence. “shinazugawa-san,” you offered him a smile.

“i need to talk to you… about that mission,” his tone was low, since shinobu was still near waiting for you. his eyes silently communicated with you and when realisation hit you, you nodded and turned to your friend. “shinobu-chan, i’ll see you later. i need to speak with shinazugawa about an important matter,” you explained, bowing to her. “oh, no worries! see you later,” she grinned at you, confusing you a little, and turned around to walk away.

what— your thoughts were interrupted when sanemi started pulling you with him towards a more private place, away from prying eyes.

“i told you to meet after the meeting because i’ll leave soon, dumbass.”

you sent him a glare, offended. “shinobu was talking with me, it would have been rude if i–” you gasped as sanemi leaned closer and kissed your lips fervently. his hands grabbed your hips, as he moved even closer to your body. you didn’t protest as you put your hands on his shoulders, gripping them as his kiss became more heated.

“i missed you so much,” he groaned as his hands started pulling at the buttons of your uniform, desperate to feel your skin under his palms. “d-don’t tear it again,” you tried to help him, careful not to ruin your uniform once again. once your chest was free, his hands moved to caress your skin and he started kneading your breasts. a soft moan escaped your lips as you closed your eyes.

sanemi’s lips traced the skin of your neck before he moved lower and started biting your skin, his fingers pinching your hardening nipples enough to make you gasp. “w-we shouldn’t… you need to stop,” you noticed him kissing down your body until he reached your belt. “i’m not gonna wait two weeks or more to have a taste of you,” his voice was gruff, but full of desire, and it was enough to make you clench around nothing — and of course agree with him. you gulped and noticed him glancing up at you before kneeling in front of you.

his warm hands started caressing your legs, moving up under your skirt before pulling it up to expose your underwear. your cheeks grew hotter as he smirked at you, noticing a wet patch on it.

“needy, huh?” he licked his lips before removing your underwear, fresh air hitting your center. his eyes stared at your most intimate part with pure lust and hunger. he looked so hot, you couldn’t—

"..sanemi!" you gripped his hair, your head hit the wall behind you. your eyes were closed now, your parted lips caused a few whimpers to slip out before you had to cover your mouth with your own hand. sanemi held your thighs with urgency, as if his life depended on giving you pleasure. you pushed your hips towards him, making his head completely disappear under your skirt. "you taste so good," he groaned against your cunt, lapping and sucking like a starved man.

you tried hard to keep any sound from escaping your mouth, knowing damn well anyone could pass and hear the two of you. not only you two were doing something indecent right under the sun, but no one knew you two were dating — no, everybody thought sanemi could barely stand you, his fellow hashira.

“n-nemi!” you whimpered, securing your hand around your mouth once more as you got distracted by the approaching orgasm. “you close?” you nodded eagerly, your legs quivering. at that, sanemi stopped and lapped at your throbbing clit one last time before getting up. “what the hell?!” you whispered angrily, annoyed. you were so close and sanemi had the audacity to leave you hanging on the verge of flooding his mouth with your sweet essence. it was a loss for him too, though.

“i just remembered the master asked uzui to come back a few time later, that jackass could hear us loud and clear and you know he won’t keep it to himself.”

oh. oh! you were quick to move your hands and undo his belt, pulling his pants open and moved the fundoshi enough to grab his hard cock. “shit baby– should have told you sooner,” he half groaned, smirking at your sudden eagerness. you pulled him into a kiss, shutting him up. sanemi got the hint and cupped your cheek with his hand, caressing your hot skin. you stroked his tip, gathering a few drops of precum before starting to pump him a couple of times before sanemi pushed your hand away as a low grunt escaped his lips.

“turn around,” he said gently, kissing your cheek. you did as he asked and felt him pull up your skirt, sanemi spanked your ass as he lost himself for a moment, admiring you. you bit back a moan, feeling the familiar sting. he pulled your hips towards him, making your hands rest against the wall for leverage. he didn’t hesitated further, pushing his cock into you.

you both moaned, a bit too loud for your judgment. as he started thrusting into you, sanemi’s hand wrapped around your mouth letting you moan freely against his palm. your warm walls clenched around him, making him groan. “fuck— you feel amazing,” he rested his forehead between your shoulders. his other hand gripping your hip hard enough you were sure it was gonna leave a handprint.

sanemi’s thrusts grew desperate both for the fear of someone hearing and for the approaching orgasm, for the both of you. you cried out right into his palm, wetting it with your saliva as one of your hand desperately grasped at his wrist. you came hard around him, your juices starting to run down your thighs as sanemi kept moving, his hips slapping against your ass. he was good at keeping quiet, while you were crying from the burning sensation coming from between your legs — a very pleasant sensation.

sanemi hand moved to grope your chest, suddenly needing to feel more of you. his lips met your neck, as he groaned into your skin while he painted your gummy walls with his seed. the feeling of his cock twitching inside you while he came made you clench around him. you shivered when he whimpered at the feeling, as you milked him until he finished emptying himself.

as he removed his hand, you gasped for breath. sanemi pulled away and shivered as he slipped out of your warm and welcoming pussy, already missing the feeling. you turned around slowly and noticed him smiling at you. “lemme help, mh?” he helped you fixing your clothes and silently thanked him.

“good luck on your mission, shinazugawa-san,” you winked at him and then you two shared a final kiss, before parting ways. you bumped right into tengen and tried your best to act casual.

“oh, [l/n]… i thought you left with kocho,” tengen smirked down at you, as if he knew something. “i uh… forgot to speak with oyakata-sama about an important matter,” you replied, a bit taken aback. “ha! right, always focused on your duty as a slayer,” uzui teased you, chuckling, and you tried to not make him suspect anything more as you smiled and bowed to him before walking away.

sanemi too bumped into uzui, but he pushed him out of his way and simply walked away. “you and [l/n] are bonding, huh?” sanemi stopped right in his track, but tried not to turn around. “i still despise her, uzui.”

“what a couple,” he said to himself, chuckling.

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Accidentally Happily Ever After: Chapter 3

Chapter 3, the final chapter, is finally here!!

Enjoy the conclusion of Y/N and Sanemi on their journey to becoming parents!

I hope you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I did writing it!

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Chapter 3: Accidentally in Love

Summary: Y/N is getting near her due date, but things never go as planned.

Chapter Title is for the song that got me thinking about this story in the first place. Counting Crows - "Accidentally In Love" Word count: 4500+ CW: MDNI, Smut, pregnant sex, oral sex, AFAB terms used to describe reader and reader's sexy bits, angst, violence, non-detailed labor, it's baby time folks!, THUNDER CATS ARE GOOOOOOO

“You look so fucking sexy.”

Y/N laughed at Sanemi’s words as she stared at her reflection. She was 8 months pregnant. And HUGE. “I look like I swallowed a watermelon.”

“A little bit,” he chuckled at her squawk of indignation. “But sexy as hell.”

“You’re nuts,” she laughed.

He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. “Nah. You’re fucking sexy. Your tits are getting huge, getting ready to feed my baby. Your belly is huge, swollen with my seed, growing our baby in there… it’s fucking hot, babe.”

Y/N  laughed, Sanemi was not much of a romantic but she loved that he tried. She leaned back against him and rested one hand on top of his, the other went up to run fingers through his hair as he nuzzled the crook of her neck “Pretty soon you’re just gonna have to roll me places.”

“You hurting?” he asked, immediately concerned.

“Nope,” she said, turning around in his arms. “However…”

“However?” he asked.

“I’m… having a craving…”

“Tell me what you want and I’ll go make it,” he said, kissing her softly and grabbing her butt.

“You…” she said, nipping his lip.

“You sure you’re up for it?” he asked, closing his eyes and praying for patience. 

She cupped his cock through his robe, “Very.”

He groaned, letting her palm him. “How do you want me to fuck you, baby?” 

“How do you WANT to fuck me?”

“I want to pile up those ugly fucking pillows you put on the bed, and bend you over them. Then I want to eat your sweet little pussy until you cum on my face, and then I want to fuck you from behind until my cum is dripping out of that pretty little cunt of yours,” Sanemi said, his fingers digging into the meat of her ass.

Every word he said went right to her pussy, making her clench around nothing, longing to be filled by him. “Then what are you waiting for?”

It seemed like she blinked and she was indeed naked, on her knees and on their bed with pillows under her for support. This position was the most comfortable for her and secretly part of why she had bought the ‘ugly fucking pillows’ in the first place.

Her legs were spread wide open, her ass up in the air as Sanemi ate her pussy like a starving man. She was grateful for the support beneath as her legs began to shake from the feelings Sanemi’s mouth was causing. That man’s mouth should be illegal. He was so fucking good with it. 

“Fuck, so wet for me baby,” he breathed against the back of her thigh before kissing it. His fingers working her pussy open for him. He leaned forward again, sucking at her swollen clit. He grinned against her as he felt her stomach muscles tense and her pussy start to get tight around his fingers. 

Y/N threw her head back and yelled his name as she came.

Sanemi grinned, watching her. Fuck it was a beautiful sight watching her fall apart for him. He did a few passes with his cock to gather her slick on it before lining it up with her hole and pressing in. Inch by thick inch, feeding her his cock until he was buried inside her as far as he could go.

“Holy shit, your pussy feels so good,” he groaned, grinding against her, hands grabbing her ass cheeks and spreading them apart to watch her pudgy pussy take him as he started to move. 

He loved the way her lips wrapped around his cock, the way his cock became shiny with her arousal on it, the way a translucent ring would start to form at the base of his cock, showing him just how pleased she was. Pleasure that only he was allowed to give her. 

“You’re mine,” he said as he bent over her. He pulled her hair back firmly and his other hand slid over her hip to between her legs to rub her clit was he fucked into her from behind. 

Y/N was an open mouthed, nonsense babbling mess. Cock drunk and fucked dumb. But she knew what he wanted. “I’m yours, Nemi. Yours.”

He grunted, his hand in her hair moving under her to grope her breasts, peppering her back and shoulders with kisses as he moved at a steady firm pace. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours,” she moaned, her pussy tingling and beginning to flutter again. 

He rubbed circles on her clit until she came on his cock, the pulsing and gush she let out around him making him shiver and pulling him closer to orgasm. He straightened up, grabbing her hips and changing angles until she cried out for more when he found that special spot hidden in her honeyed walls. 

“Say it again. Who do you belong to?”

“I’m yours,” she moaned, whimpering in pleasure as he abused that spot, Her pussy tightening on his hard cock.

“Again!” He said, his hips getting even harder, even faster.

She keened at his new speed, babbling over and over again that she was his until she came again and pulled him fully in. His hips stuttered as he filled her with cum. He collapsed next to her, helping shove the ugly fucking pillows to the side so she could lay next to him.

He smiled and ran his hand over her belly as Little Bit began to kick and move against him. He turned on his side to face her, pulling her into a kiss. “I’m yours, Y/N. Yours.”

“I know, Nemi,” she smiled cupping his cheeks. “I know.”

Y/N had never run so fast in her life. This demon was ballsy coming into their training grounds. She was not sure how they had even gotten in, but this fucker was chasing her through the woods between her home and the Stone Hashira’s. 

It had managed to slaughter the 2 demon slayers with her and the 2 kakushi that had been walking back to the Butterfly Mansion. She had changed course, heading towards her home. She knew the layout and the woods were denser. There were multiple buildings she could use. And hopefully Sanemi would be back by the time she got there.

She put a hand on her belly instinctively, worried about her baby. Little Bit kicked against her hand as if they understood. Y/N her the demon behind her growl. 

“Get back here!” it called. “Marechi! I want Marechi!”

Y/N had no idea why he was calling her a Marechi, she certainly was not one. But either way, this fucker was on her heels. She pulled free her 2 small tessen from their special holders on either side of her belt. They were made to be only 8 inches past the grip. The outer edges across the top when opened locked together, the top of the blades and sides sharp enough to slide through a demons neck but was also not only coated in Wisteria poison, but also able to inject it. 

She had been trying not to fight as she was almost 35 weeks now, but she had no choice. She spun around, slicing first at the demon's hands then its legs, trying to buy herself time to run, not necessarily kill it. 

The fucker was huge. Tiny eyeballs all over its bulbous head, a strange almost tube like body with two legs and 6 long arms coming off of it that it could make longer and shorter. Some bastardization of a spider. 

She spun and wove through the trees, going high and low, slashing as she went. It was a deadly dance. Her body knew the moves, it was 2nd nature to her. 

She went high, before coming down in a spiral, landing on one foot before a few feet away. “Poison breathing, 2nd form Winding Wisteria Pirouette.”

She glanced over her shoulder, panting she had managed to slice off all of its limbs but not gotten to his neck. He was already regenerating his limbs. Y/N felt pressure and a tightening in her lower stomach. She winced in pain. Oh gods no, please not now.

She heard the screech of the creature charging towards her and assumed the stance for her next attack. No one was coming and she wasn’t going to make it to her home. She had to fight this bastard here and now. She had to be her own hero.

It landed a deep slash across her cheek. She ignored the pain and kept going but noticed it was moving slower, almost like it was becoming drunk.

“Marechi!! I must have Marechi!!” it cried out. 

“I am not Marechi and I will not be your dinner. You’re going to be mine, big guy!” she sneered. 

She went harder at him. This thing was on par with the lower moons for sure. She was not at full strength due to the taxing on her body from her pregnancy. But she would not lose. She would not let harm come to her child.

It managed to get her by the throat with one hand and slam her back into a tree, another hand wrenched the sword from her fist before it used its limbs to bind her to the tree. She cried out in pain.

“Marechi,” it said, coming closer and licking the cut on her face, moaning in pleasure. “You are not Marechi.”

“I know! I’ve been telling you that!” She coughed out around its throat, thrashing in its hold.

It grinned and put its hand on her belly. “Your baby is. It will be delicious.”

Something more dangerous and deadly than she had ever felt in her life before snapped inside of her. She felt her body begin to thrum with power. “You will NOT harm my child.”

Sanemi rushed through the forest. They had found the bodies of the others with Y/N nowhere to be found. He followed the scent of her blood. Terror was consuming him. Please dear Gods may he not be too late once again! He had thought she was safe. He never should have taken a chance! Should never have trusted anyone else!

He came into an area with trees fallen and the earth flattened like a crater. In the middle knelt Y/N. She was panting and uniform was in shreds, but she was alive. She had won whatever battle she was in. 

He rushed to her side, kneeling and cupping her face. “Y/N say something.”

“You’re here,” she said as tears started to pool in her eyes.

“I’m here. I’m so sorry I wasn’t here sooner. I should have been here sooner. Should have never left,” he said, hugging her close to him and kissing the top of her head, his own eyes filling with tears of relief.

Y/N cried out in agony in his arms, doubling over as she wailed. He pulled back quickly to look at her. Her bottom jaw was quivering as she looked up at him and her hands were clutching her belly. 

“Nemi… I think I am going into labor.”

Severa; days later, Sanemi took in Y/N’s sleeping form, curled up into him, in their own bed. Luckily Kocho had been able to stop Y/N’s labor since her water had not broken. He was not sure he had ever been so scared in his life as he was about something happening to her or the baby being born too early and not…

He shook his head to clear the thoughts. One more time he put his hand on her stomach and summoned his Total Concentration, focusing all of it on his hand. He could hear the baby’s heart beat. Still strong and steady. The baby chose that moment to move against his hand. As if seeking it’s father’s warmth.

“We’re okay, Nemi,” Y/N sleepily muttered, moving her head even more onto his shoulder and her arm and leg even more over him. She was like a pregnant koala. He chuckled at the thought.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

“Nothing,” he kissed her forehead and wrapped his arms tighter around her. “Go to sleep, my precious little Koala.”

“I don’t know if that is a compliment or not…” she huffed.

He chuckled. “It is, it is.”

“Babe… Babe… SANEMI!”

“What? He grunted with annoyance, turning over to glare at Y/N as she shook his shoulder to wake him.

“Get up.”

“Why? It’s the middle of the night.”

“You’re going to get what if you do not get up, jackass.”

“Why?” He asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

“My water just broke.”

“Are you sure you didn’t just… you know… the baby… your bladder?” 

She glared at him and smacked him in the face with her pillow. “GO AHEAD AND SMELL IT IF YOU DON’T BELIEVE ME!” 

He noticed the distress in her eyes. It was not terribly early, but still early. She was almost 36 weeks… but the stress of the fight several days ago… He took a quick breath and recentered. Right now, she needed his calm. He cupped her face. “Okay, baby. We got this. You just stay right here, I’m going to go get you some towels.”

“Okay,” she nodded, licking her lips nervously. 

He kissed her lips and bumped their foreheads together lightly. “We got this. Everything will be alright. We’re together after all.”

Sanemi moved quickly. He grabbed towels and helped her get cleaned up and changed into a clean robe before hauling ass to Kocho’s. He could come back for anything they needed. He had to get her there as fast as he could. They had a baby on the way.

Sanemi stared in awe at the baby in his arms. She was beautiful. She looked just like her Mama except for his white hair. He ran fingers through her hair, chuckling at the way she scrunched up her face. “She looks like a little old man when she does that.”

“She’s beautiful!” Y/N huffed at him from where she laid in the hospital bed, exhausted and reclining against the pillows piled behind her. The labor had been long and tedious but luckily both Y/N and their baby girl were okay. Even though the baby was early, she was okay. 

“She is. But she still looks like a little old man when she makes that face,” he grinned. The baby started to suckle the air and whimper. “I think she is hungry.”

“Give her here. Can you help me get the pillow under my arm?” Y/N smiled, tired but arms outstretched. 

So much fucking love in her eyes as she looked at him and their daughter… Once the baby was in her arms he took her face in his hands, looking into her eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she said, eyes filling with tears as she lifted one hand to cup his face as he kissed her.

The baby made a fuss between them and they separated, Y/N chuckling. “And I love you too, Little Bit.”

“Already being a little cock block,” Sanemi huffed playfully as he sat down next to her again, watching her get the baby to latch.

“What was that?” Y/N asked, the corners of her lips twitching in amusement. 

“Nothing,” he said, taking in the sight of her feeding and holding his daughter. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that this was reality, not a dream. That was his Y/N. His woman. His daughter. His family… “So, what are we going to name her?”

“I was thinking… Takara,” Y/N said, looking up at him to see his thoughts.

“Takara,” he repeated the name. A treasure. A jewel. He looked down at his daughter nursing on her mother’s breast and smiled. It fit. He leaned over and brushed fingers through the baby’s snow white locks. He pressed a gently kiss to the top of her head and then gave Y/N a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Takara Shinazugawa it it.”

It was hard to believe it had been more than 2 months since Takara had burst into the world early. She was a pixie already. She was very advanced for a baby her age. She was very aware, holding her head up to look around as much as her little neck could support. She had big lavender eyes and already impossibly long eyelashes. 

Her little smile and her laugh filled Sanemi’s heart with more joy than he had ever thought was possible. And every time he saw her with Y/N, his heart felt like it was going to explode.

Right now, he was feeling something else entirely. At Y/N’s urging he had invited Genya over. She desperately wanted them to fix things and had told him point blank she wanted their daughter to meet her uncle. She had made it clear either Genya came to them and Sanemi behaved, or she went to him without Sanemi in tow. And THAT was not happening.

He watched Y/N gently place the baby in Genya’s arms and he was taken back to doing the same thing with their younger siblings. He wished them and his Ma were here to meet the little one and Y/N. 

“She’s so little,” Genya said, holding her and looking down into the baby’s curious face. “What did you name her?”

“Takara,” Sanemi answered from where he leaned against the doorway feigning indifference and annoyance when in truth his heart was bursting and he wished he could live in this peaceful moment forever.

“Takara,” Genya repeated, smiling as the little one grabbed onto his fingers. “That’s a beautiful name.” He turned to Sanemi with huge eyes full of tears and smiled. “Congratulations, Aniki!”

Sanemi made his typical “tsk” noise, turning away. “Yeah, thanks, whatever.”

“Ignore him,” Y/N glared at him, promising him hell later. “He’s just being an ass.”

Genya’s eyes got big but he said nothing, just focused on the little one in his arms. He looked at Y/N with a big smile and said, “Thank you.”

“For what?” Y/N asked, confused as she sat back and let him rock in the rocking chair with the baby.

“For Takara… For letting me meet her… And for making Nemi so happy…” He sniffled as he looked up from his niece. “I can’t remember the last time I was happy like this.”

Sanemi huffed and walked away. He wasn’t ready to forgive and forget, but deep down inside he was glad his brother was here for this. 

Y/N laid the sleeping baby down in her bassinet before she got in bed next to Sanemi. “You were an asshole to your brother today.”

“I told you I didn’t want him here but you just had to push the fucking issue,” Sanemi gruffly answered. 

“You would regret it for the rest of your life if something happened and Takara never got to even meet him. Jackass!” Y/N huffed, sliding down into the bed.

Sanemi sighed before he slid down behind her, spooning his body around hers. One arm rested above her, the other was around her waist. He kissed the back of her neck. ��You’re right… I just…I’m trying…”

“I know you are,” she sighed, reaching a hand up to run through his wild winter locks. “You can’t help that you’re a caveman.”

He chuckled and ran his lips in a light trail up her neck. His hand tightened on her stomach. They had not had sex since Takara was born, and he needed his wife. He kissed up to her ear, pressing a kiss on the shell of it. “You feelin’ up to some fun?”

“I’m… I’m not sure…” she said in a soft voice.

“What does that mean?” he asked, propping up on his elbow.

“What if… what if you don’t like my body the way you did before?” Y/N asked softly. 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” he asked, trying to turn her so he could see her face. She let him roll her onto her back and he saw the tears gathered in her eyes.

She was nervous. Her body was bigger than before, softer than before, stretch marks she never had before… Yeah he saw her naked when she changed and stuff, but she had done a good job of keeping that to a minimum with how she felt about herself. 

“Babe, what the hell do you mean by that?” he asked again, cupping her face with concern etched all over him.

“My body has changed… and… and I’m scared you won’t still want me if you see it all up close,” she admitted softly on a broken sob.

He pulled her against him with his free arm and kissed her, soft gentle pecks leading into slow kisses as he rolled her onto her back and moved between her legs. He leaned over her, balanced on his hands and knees. “Will you let me show you how I feel about your body?”

She nodded, she had been craving his touch but so self conscious she had been unable to initiate.

He kissed her again, slowly and passionately as his hands moved to untie her robe and spread it open, helping her remove her arms and freeing herself from it.

“Let's start… here,” he said, touching a finger to her lips. “This perfect little mouth that I could kiss all fucking day.” He kissed her passionately, not pulling back until she was panting. He kissed down her neck complimenting the slope of it. Then kissed a path down to the valley of her breasts.

“And these gorgeous tits of yours?? Fuck, babe. Not only do they feed our baby girl, making her big and strong but gods, they look so fucking good, full like this.” she moaned softly, covering her mouth with the back of her hand so as not to accidentally wake Takara. 

Her hands cupped the back of his head as he carefully assaulted her sensitive nipples, careful not to suckle and cause her to leak. She could feel how wet she was already.

He kissed lower to her belly, softer than before and long stretch marks. He kissed each stretch mark, looking up to tell her how fucking sexy they were. She had earned those marks while growing their baby. They were no different than his scars. Fucking beautiful.

His hands slid up and down her inner thighs, complimenting how thick and warm they were. And then he got to his destination.

That dark patch of hair between her legs, he pushed her legs back and spread her folds with his thumbs. He looked up at her with a smirk. “And your sweet, tight little pussy? I’ve been dreaming about tasting you and fucking you again for weeks.” Before she could reply he was tongue fucking her core while his finger pinched and rolled her clit. “So pretty. So perfect.”

He moved his mouth to suck and flick at her clit while his fingers thrust into her core. Gods, he had missed the feel of her gummy walls on his fingers, missed the way they got so fucking coated inside her. He worked her until she came for him, smiling and kissing her inner thigh, telling her how fucking beautiful she looked as she came. 

She watched him pull his fingers from her core and suck them clean, He smirked as he watched her pussy clench around nothing as he did that. He leaned over her, kissing her passionately.

Sanemi whimpered into her mouth as her hand shoved into his pajama pants, stroking him, her thumb finding the leaking slit to rub her thumb back and forth over.

“I need you. Give me your cock,” she begged, nipping at his bottom lip. Desperation etched all over her features and in the way she arched against him.

“Don’t worry about that, baby doll,” he said, grabbing her hips and positioning her so her ass was cradled at his thighs. He rubbed his cock back and forth through her slit before positioning the blunt swollen head of his cock against her entrance. “I’m gonna give you my cock all night. Gonna fill you up. Does that sound good to you, precious?”

Before she could reply he shoved his cock into her, burying balls deep in her tight, hot warmth in one thrust. She cried out, throwing her head back and calling his name. He groaned, rocking his hips and grinding against her.

“Fuck, I’ve missed your cock,” she said, eyes locking with his, glossy and hungry. Her mouth was slightly agape. She reached her hands behind her knees, spreading herself more open for him.

He grinned as he moved one hand, bringing it to his lips and spitting on his thumb before moving it to her clit. She moaned low and long as he started rubbing circles on her little pearl, licking his lips as he felt her getting wetter around him, felt her pussy sucking him in even harder.

“That’s it, that’s my girl. Taking me so good,” he leaned over her, bracing on one hand near her shoulder. He kissed her, his thumb speeding up as his hips began to move harder against her. “Gonna fuck another baby into you right here and now.”

2 months later

Shinobu chuckled at the look on Y/N’s face when she explained to her that she was, in fact, pregnant again. Y/N had turned on Sanemi with a fearsome look. And growled, “Do you know what this means?”

“That I am a man of my word?” Sanemi grinned from where he sat holding their daughter, smirking up at her thinking about what he had said the first time they fucked again after Takara was born. 

Y/N huffed at him and turned away blushing.”Stupid Sanemi.”

He chuckled as he played with his little princess in his arms while Shinobu ran through the routine with Y/N. The war was far from over. Musan Kibutsuji was still somewhere out there. There were still demons lurking in the shadows, and innocent people dying. Retiring as a Hashira was not something that would be on the horizon for him any time soon. 

But these little moments… these blips in time with his daughter smiling at him… his woman looking at him with love in his eyes… They gave him something more to fight for. 

He was no longer fighting for the past. Trying to avenge his mother and his siblings

He was now fighting for the future. And not just his own. He was fighting for the future of his family. For the future stolen from his younger siblings. For the future of his daughter. For the future of his new baby on the way. 

Anyone could die for the ones they love. But the strong are the ones who hold on and keep living for the ones they love. The ones who keep fighting for a better tomorrow. 

Sanemi Shinazugawa did not believe in fairy tales. He had seen too much of the ugliness and injustice in this world. But as he listened to Takara giggle while Y/N made tickle fingers at her, he knew the truth. While he was no Prince Charming, and Y/N did not have a glass shoe… He was living accidentally happily ever after.

[sugoi-writes]

Laundry Day, Part 3 - Sanemi x F!Reader

A/N- Alright whores, it's about that time. Keep in mind that the smut takes a bit, but it's THERE, m'kay? I did my best, so don't judge me 😂 We start with normal Dom!Sanemi, followed by a lOT of switchy/subby Sanemi vibes towards the end. Bits of Dom!reader sprinkled in, if you squint.

Trigger/Content warnings: Hickeys, embarrassment/anxiety for reader at parts, manhandling, oral (f!receiving), fingerings (f!receiving), penetration from riding, dominant and submissive moments/wording, CHOKING, breathplay (Sanemi receiving).

I hope you enjoy it, as much as I did writing it. DIG IN!!! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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Late evening, just past sunset

After a quick once over and adjustments, you finally felt comfortable enough to attend dinner tonight with the Hashira and the masters of the Manor.

Sanemi is first to leave his room, insisting that you leave and walk the longer route around to avoid looking like you were "alone together". While you didn't mind being considered an item, seeing you both kanoodling would start  gossip that you'd both be too flustered to tolerate right now...

And so, you did as he asked, leaving his room about 10 minutes later. All of this just to be safe, you thought.

As you take the scenic route towards Ubuyashiki's main louge and dining space, you hear heavy footsteps running up behind you," Y/N-chaaaaaan!"

You practically fall onto your face as Mitsuri latches onto you from behind, making you yelp in surprise.

"M-Mitsuri-san!!! Ahh, you surprised me!!!" You say with a start, your knees buckling from her intensity.

"Sorry, sorry!!! I'm just so happy to see you again! I haaaaate doing chores, and I wish you were there! I had soooo much to do today!" Mitsuri practically wailed, making you roll your eyes.

"Tch, you would've hated it even if I was there!" You reply, earning you a defiant whine in return.

"Hmph!! Y/N-chan is so meaaaan!" As she shakes you with a tight hug, you feel her breath catch and freeze completely.

You blink, turning to look towards her," H-Hey... are you okay? I'm sorry if your day was really bad. I didn't mean t--"

"Wait is that-- Y/N, is that a HICKEY?!?"

Immediately, your face turns beat red, before you're frantically trying to shush your pink haired friend.

"HEY-- hey, nooooo! No, Mitsuri, it was just a-- I swear it's nothing!!!" You lie, grabbing your friend by her shoulders.

Mitsuri grins, covering her mouth with her hands," Y/N, who were YOU spending time training with!!! Oooooo, I wanna know~ that wasnt on you earlier when you were hanging laundry!!!" Mitsuri gushes, giggling as you shake her again.

"I-I promise you it was!! Honest!!!"

"Liar~" Mitsuri teases, making you facepalm and whine.

"O-Okay!!! Okay-- how bad is it? Is it super noticeable?" Mitsuri nods hastily, making you squirm," Shit, okay, well-- w-well, do you have some makeup that can help cover this?"

Mitsuri's ears perk up, as you see the smile on her face reach her eyes," I doooo, but... only if you can tell me who did that to you~"

You groan in frustration, running your hands down your face," Mitsuri!!! Please!!!"

The pink haired hashira giggles," Promise me! Promise me, and I'll help you cover the ones by your jaw, too!"

You freeze, huffing in defeat after the reality of your situation sinks in," Okay okay... I promise! I PROMISE! You're the only one I can trust to see me like this..."

"See you like what?," you hear from behind your shoulder. You freeze, as Obanai's voice comes through, loud and clear. Your hands frantically cover your neck, as Mitsuri blushes and stammers.

"Uhhmm!! Uhh-- nothing!!! She's fine, all good!!," Mitsuri is quick to say, gently shoving you towards the nearest room,"I'll tell you later!!" She adds, making you snap at her.

"MITSURI!!!!"

"O-Oh dang!!! Right!!! Uhh-- talk to you later, Obanai-san!!!"

As you and Mitsuri dart into the nearest room, Obanai narrows his eyes at the door, Kaburamaru hissing quietly.

"...see, I have the same feeling...," Obanai says flatly, turning on his heel," Leave it to Y/N to be up to no good on a day off. Whatever she's dragged Mitsuri into, it better not be dangerous..." he huffs, chosing to walk away as you do something about your predicament.

---

"Ahh, Mitsuri-sama! Y/N-sama! You're finally here!"

You bow your head gingerly, as Mitsuri does the same," S-Sorry," you stammer, looking to Kagaya,Amane and the rest of their family," W-We were just catching up... completely lost track of time!"

All eyes were on you, as you saw all of the Hashira, your Master, and his family before you. If not for your position, you would have been quaking in your boots from the amount of power and status in this room.

Shinobu looks to the two new comers, clasping her hands together gently," Ahh, don't forget about the rest of us, dear Y/N-chan~! We still have to discuss our next mission together~," the insect pillar chimes, making you blink in surprise.

"O-Oh!!! Shinobu-san, I-- I'm sorry, we can DEFINITELY talk about that before we go to bed!" You apologize, making Shinobu beam.

"Now now, we will have plenty of time to attend to business... for now, this is a time to relax and recollect ourselves..." Kagaya chimes, raising his head as he looks towards your voice.

You flush with guilt, as you nod again respectfully," O-Of course... forgive us, Master..."

Mitsuri sneaks by to sit between Rengoku and Gyomei, while you take your seat between Giyuu and Shinobu. Tengen seems to be whispering something to Rengoku, before you hear the pair stiffle a laugh.

You feel yourself shrinking inward as you automatically feel that they were laughing at or about you. You hear Ubuyashiki clear his throat, the table growing silent.

"I'd like to thank you all, and the beings whom allowed it, for you being here tonight... we've cooked a particularly filling meal for you all."

Amane gently cuts in, a soft smile on her smooth face,"Please dine to your hearts' content. We have plenty more to serve you all."

Everyone collectively offers their thanks to the masters of the home, thank their deities, for the meal. Immediately after, everyone starts to dig in. As lively chatter and banter fills the air, you feel a pair of eyes on you. You look over to see your Wind Pillar, your admirer, eyeing you. A soft flush is dusting his cheeks, as he offers you a short but sweet nod. He wants to do and say more, but he seems to be hesitant.

You smile warmly to him, going to pass him something before you feel Giyuu bump into you.

"H-Hey!!! Watch it!!!," you bark, Giyuu almost remaining motionless.

"...sorry...," Giyuu's monotone voice replies,"...Obanai was reaching over, so I tried to give him space." Your face flushes with guilt, feeling bad for getting so fiesty.

"N-No, sorry, it's okay... it's a crowded table, after all," you reply sheepishly, catching the eye of Sanemi again. You could see his face contort slightly. He seems to be a little envious...? Maybe you should've sat next to him?

"Y/N-chan, could you pass the sauce this way, please?," Shinobu politely asks, before you go to do so.

But as you go to hand it off, you yelp in surprise. You felt... something.... touching on your inner thigh. You glance down, noticing something quickly retract.

You lock eyes with Sanemi again, who looks positively unamused at you. You strain as you smile, passing the sauce successfully.

"Sorry... just felt a chill, I guess..." You say dismissively, Shinobu humming.

"My, my, it seems like you're a bit off today, Y/N-chan... a little jumpy, even!" Shinobu quips," I hope I didn't make you feel too nervous about our next mission!," She finishes with a cool chuckle. You laugh, waving your hand dismissively,"O-Of course not! You know I always li--"

There it was again. A warmth pressed to your inner thigh, inching higher. You glance cautiously at Sanemi again, who seems to be trying to avoid your eye contact.

"A-Ahem-- I LOVE... going on missions with you!!," you finish, a quiet flush spreading across your cheeks. Shinobu laughs, her quiet but even tone welcome among the chaotic sounds of UMAI!!! and other banter.

"Ooooh, you're too kind Y/N-chan! That just makes me more hopeful for tomorrrow!," Shinobu chimes, gently patting your back as you try and avoid reacting to whatever is happening under the table. You fix Sanemi with a side eye, trying to eat as much as you could muster with his coy game of footsy.

Your predicament from earlier, your lack of underwear, was only making this game more dangerous for you. You'd have to be careful...

---

As everyone parts ways for the night, Mitsuri goes to pat you on the back,"...be careful tonight, okay?" She slips something into your other hand. The concealer!!

"...just in case you need it," She whispers, winking at you before walking away. Your face is fiery red, as you shove the concealer away.

"I-If you make this obvious, I'm going to come for you, Kanroji..." You exasperate, noticing Obanai slinking by to pursue Mitsuri.

Ever so subtly, he whispers something you almost couldn't catch,"... if you break his heart, I'll feed your hands to Kaburamaru."

You halt in your steps, sputtering as Obanai continues to walk, not even reacting. Mitsuri, you ass--!!

You can hardly speak up as you notice Sanemi shoving Tengen off of him, shoving his hands in his pockets and hastily walking away. Bingo.

You decide to take the scenic route again... surely you won't be too noticeable, right?

---

"...gotta lot of damn nerve," you hear a gruff voice behind you, nearly ten paces from Sanemi's room. Without even turning, you scoff.

"I should say the same to you, sir. Getting handsy with me under a table with all the Hashira? That's mighty bold--"

"You were the one without underwear," Sanemi harshly whispers back, making your thighs rub together,"... I didn't think you'd actually have it in you, little tease."

You swallow shallowly, grabbing at your kimono," W-Well... you didn't leave me many options..."

Sanemi's smirk was burrowing into the back of your head, and you knew it. Yiu were going to say more, before an arm hoisted you up by the waist, the other clasping over your bratty mouth,"...for good reason, doll."

Your yelp of surprise is muffled as Sanemi drags you into his room. He's feverishly shutting and locking the door again as you're thrown to the tatami mat. You mimic a fish out of water, gaping as your kimono is basically hanging open," W-Way to be discreet!!!," you hiss.

"Oh, shut up," Sanemi growls, looming over you. Your face heats up as a foot knocks you onto your back, smacking the back of your head," I don't need to be... you're the obvious one, here... I'm just gonna enjoy myself if you're gonna mess things up."

You try to get up as Sanemi kneels, but he grabs you by your ankles and yanks you closer, making your kimono fly open at the bottom again. You want to cover your face in embarrassment, until he lays on his stomach before your trembling legs.

"..y...you were really wanting to do this, then?," you hush, your breathing becoming heavy as Sanemi spreads your thighs apart. He marvels at the sight of your cunt, his mouth practically watering.

"Didn't have desert yet, right?," Sanemi drawls, a tone reverberating in the air that makes your toes curl sharply.

" I figured if I get to choose... I want something a little sweeter than some pastries the other grubby Hashira can get their hands on..."

You barely have time to process his compliment before featherlight kisses make their way up your inner thighs.

"I want you. And I only want my hands on you, Y/N. No one else."

His breath was hot and labored as you felt it closing the distance between his lips and yours. Well... at least the pair you had below the waist.

"Damn-- I didn't think you'd get this wet over my little words...," Sanemi practically hums, his tongue coming dangerously close to your slit. He suckles on the junction between your pelvis and thigh, making your practically squeal from sensitivity.

"S-Sanemi--! Please!!," you practically plead, embarrassed but too worked up to stop him. He has you gasping as he leaves the first of many hickeys, your hands flying into his hair. The pale haired hashira shifts over and begins to lick a long strip between your folds, pulling out a wanton moan from your throat.

"Don't have to tell me twice... thanks for the meal," Sanemi breathes over your clit, before going down on you fully. The feeling of his hot, smooth muscle made your core tense up almost immediately.

Your hands fisted his hair tightly as he diligently moved his tongue, exploring your warmth. You hear a noise coming from below, looking down at your lover. You feel yourself grow more excited as Sanemi growls into your sopping heat, seemingly enjoying himself.

His hands come around to your pelvic area, pressing down to keep you anchored in place as he finally pays attention your your needy clit. A hand shoots up to cover your mouth, and Sanemi lets you as he tears a desperate groan from you.

"Sh-Shit--- ughhhn, Sane-- m-mi!," you pant out, your hand falling limp as his tongue traces tickling, tight circles around your bud.

"Gods, youre fucking hot...," you hear your peer growl, making you clench around nothing. But that wouldn't be for long.

Your head is thrown back when you feel one of Sanemi's fingers bully inside of you, going down to his last knuckle. You could only squirm and take it as he continues to fuck your from the outside in.

" N-Nemi--- shit, 'Nemi, slow down...!" You feel his second finger close by, wanting to thrust its' way inside. Sanemi's eyes flicker up to yours, eyeslids supporting his droopy, pretty lashes. Who were you kidding? Even if he made you cum too quickly, you couldn't say no to that face.

Your eyelids flutter closed as he latches on to your clit again, suckling when the second finger goes in to your heat. For just a few moments, he leaves his rough digits there, letting you adjust and feel just how full you are.

He pulls of your clit with a wet pop, his grin covered in your slick," Had to give you something, too... a teaser for your dessert."

You swallow dryly, licking your lips and whining when he goes back down. You could hardly control your voice as your eyes rolled back on their own.

"Mine... my cunt... my partner, my fucking girl... this is all mine, Y/N...," Sanemi practically moans into you, his fingers starting to move. You reach down and deftly pull at his platinum hair again, relishing a very pleased moan from him. You could feel his desperation as he ruts against the floor below him.

"Y-Yes... fuck, yes I'm yours!!!" You say unprompted, making Sanemi grin. You were doing the work for him.

"Pl-Please... mark me, tease me-- FUCK-- F-Fuck me, Sanemi...!!! I-I can't keep h-holding ouuuuttt~ Ahh!"

Sanemi chuckles lewdly as he hooks his fingers inside you, targeting your gummy, inner walls' weak spot.

"Cum, then... cum on my face," you hear a strained groan, as his babbling continues," I wanna see you cum undone, baby...." Sanemi continues to ramble between suckles and licks, practically feral," F-Fuck, give me... give me what you've got, baby..."

You shriek into your hand as a hard thrust of his fingers finally tumbles you over the edge. Sanemi sputters blissfully as he gets vice gripped by your spasming walls. He's diligently lapping up at your juices, his free hand squeezing your hip as if to hold you in place.

Once you're trying to squirm away, Sanemi pulls back with another wet pop, his eyelids heavy. Oh no. No no no. The least you could do was return the favor.

You shove Sanemi onto his back before he can mount you, making him croak in surprise.

"Your turn to shut up, boy," you bark at him, making Sanemi's face go crimson," I've had just about enough of that mouth... but, I still want my dessert, too."

You practically rip his kimono off of him, leaving Sanemi a panting, breathlessly heap as he struggles to shimmy out of it the rest of the way. You could tell that the stimulation from his minstrations was enough to get him pretty riled up.

Once Sanemi laid bare, your kimono comes off next, leaving nothing to as you line yourself up over his aching, leaking cock. Your hand flies down to align him with your still sensitive hole, biting your lip as you mentaly hype yourself up.

"F-Fuck...," is all Sanemi can muster, his hands flying to support your hips as you sink down onto his shaft. It takes everything in the both of you to not shout from the seering pleasure.

You keep yourself seated for the moment, only wiggling your hips slightly as Sanemi bites his lip, his head reeling.

"N-Not so tough now, h-huh?," you practically whine as you finally pick yourself up, only slam back down onto his member. Sanemi grunts, eyes slamming shut," S-Shut up... ngggh, too good--" he pants out as you choose a brutal pace, knowing Sanemi could handle you like this... probably.

You lean forward as you bounce on his cock, grinning down at your man who was not only pussy drunk, but absolutely dazed as his eyes flutter again. He's practically breathless, his hands barely able to hang on as he grunts with every movement.

You decide it's time to try and really shut him up. Your hands trace delicate patterns up his body until they reach his neck, ghosting his throat. A wanton moan leaves him, eyes hastily looking at yours. Maybe he's never done this before?

You tenderly wrap a hand around his throat, not placing any pressure... and you feel his dick throb inside of you. Ohh... so the Wind Hashira wants his breath  knocked out of his chest, huh?

Experimentally, you apply some light pressure, and a strangled groan leaves him heaving, one hand flying up to grab your wrist. You almost stop, but he keeps your hand there, assuring you physically to keep holding on.

And so you do, while his face heats up dramatically.

"F-Fuhh--- ahhnn, fuhh-- Y/N!! Y-Y/N, fuh mee--" you can barely make out his cries, as tears are welling up in Sanemi's eyes. You practically squeal as you realize you've found his weak spot.

"Awww, what's the matter, Sanemi~? Hah-- f-feeling too good already?"

"Y-Yeah--! Nnn, yeah!!," is all he can reply between broken moans, his head going blank. You let go for a moment, causing him to gasp for air. He can hardly catch a break, your bouncing only becoming harsher and faster. He can barely breathe properly, even now, becoming an absolute mess under your touch.

"Tell me what you want, baby... I can give it to ya," you mewl, circling your hips in a way that made him see stars.

"G-Gonna--- agh, w-wanna cum!" Sanemi begs, both hands grabbing your wrists. Surprised by his tone and eagerness, you mentally note to yourself to tease him about it later.  You look down to his pleading eyes, knowing he can hardly speak as he's trying not to bust too early.

"Do you wanna cum for me, 'nemi?"

A choked up whine is all you get, causing you to slow down. He practically panics, slamming his hips up into you. You groan, meeting his thrust, but using your weight to hold him back down.

"Pl..please... y/n, please... I n-need... I need your hands... to cum..."

A chord snaps in you as Sanemi guides your hand back to his neck, before he grabs the other. It's only then you realize he wants you to use both of your hands.

Your eyes widen in shock, before Sanemi smiles dreamily up at you,"I-It's okay... hhnnn--- Hashira..." he says chopily.

Oh right. You've both been in a tight spot with breathing before. You grin. Guess the vulnerability turns him on, too.

On command, you wrap both of your pretty hands around his throat, applying that delicious pressure again. You make sure to not neglect his cock as your hips start up again, quickly increasing their pace. Sanemi, unable to move his head back, lets his hands fall to either side of his head, eyelids fluttering.

"F-fah... hah~ fuhk!! Oh fuhk!!" Sanemi was making noises you'd only expect actors to make, making your core flutter. And you weren't far behind him.

You toss your head back, cursing as your body stung from the energy you were using to fuck your man absolutely raw. You'd be luck if you were more than skin and bones after this.

"Hnnn, cum!! Cum for me, Shinazugawa!!" You commanded, resulting in a very quick, harsh thrust on his end. Your inner walls were painted white, causing you to finally cry out and meet your release a second time.

You didn't realize how loud and out of it you had been, until you feel weak hands tapping quickly against your thigh.

"Aghnn-- shit, fuck, sorry baby!" You quickly let go of Sanemi's neck, his vision almost blurry as he weakly looks up at you. A hoarse laugh leaves his broad chest, as he opts to pull you down for a hug.

You whine, the angle causing his cock to limply slip out of you, "Gods... that was-- that was pretty--"

"Amazing," Sanemi finishes, peppering your cheek with kisses. You giggle at the sweetness that greatly contrasted your lewd actions.

"Soooo uhhh.. was that new for you?," you ask innocently, still trying to catch your breath. Sanemi nods, head falling lazily to the side as you cuddle closer.

"W-With someone, yes... by my self? Hardly..." You feel your heart thump in your chest at the admission. So he was a little kinkier than you pegged him to be, afterall...

You smile dreamily up at Sanemi, kissing his lips as you chime," Well, it looks like we need to have dessert more often too..."

Sanemi laughs, running his hands over your back," First laundry, now dessert... you're starting to make it sound like a lazy, domestic Sunday..." You smile at him, mushing your cheek against his chest as you wiggle your hips.

"Well... it can be...," you offer, the both of you stilling for a moment," I-I mean... we can.... make this a thing. If you'll have me," you finish, the last part leaving you in a whisper. Sanemi rolls his eyes, pinching your nose as you whine distainfully.

"You think I would've done that if I didn't want that all the time with you? Tch. I'm not some man whore," Sanemi chides, as if offended. You smirk loopily, chuckling. ,"You sure sounded like a whore--"

Wholesome, bellyaching laughter fills Sanemi's room as the two of you bask in your afterglow, Sanemi jabbing your sides from the low blow.

"Well then, ma'am, if you want to hear those more... you better come home to my estate. Whenever you're ready... Whenever you're sick. Whenever your horny, especially.... I want you there with me."

You swoon at his words, wrapping your arms around him as you bury your face into his chest. He could hardly hear your reply, a smile plastering his face as he hears you say.

"...same time, next Sunday~?"

[eternalfics]

Hello! How are you? I wanted to make a request if it dosent bothers you,about headcanons of genya,sanemi and yorichi with a s/o that has a personality like maxi from the novel under the oak tree,like,reader is a person with a speech disability, which has manifested in early childhood,reader stutters and has a difficult time communicating,due this has a very shy personality, partially due to the fact that has been abused by their father since childhood. Reader believes themself to be inferior to others, especially to beautyfull and smart people. Reader is left with the trauma that their father gave them and they flinches every time anyone raises their voice.

Reader was reinforced with the idea that was worthless and useless all their life, and has therefore carried this notion within even into adulthood and deeply resents for not being able to be as strong as wants to be, as thinks that nobody will ever want them and would they understand why.Reader is easily scared and rattled, is often anxious on how she will act and how others will perceive them, as is worried that people will see them as nothing but a lazy and useless stutterer. Reader is a very private person who rarely tells anyone about their past, and sees themselves and their abuse as shameful and they despises the thought of people seeing them as even more pitiful and weak.

reader also gets flustered easily, even discussing intimate moments with their partner when they are alone can cause them to blush uncontrollably.When someone manages to get their trust reader is a timid and kind person, is soft-spoken and polite to everyone who is kind to them and treat their partner with kindness and respect.

Im really sorry for writting a whole bible 😭 😭 😭

with a shy, abused reader !!

(gn! reader, reader is sanemi’s tsugoku in genya and sanemis)

warning: mentions of food, raising voice, fighting, weird pet names?

a/n: KYAAAABEUSBDI!! thank you for the request! I’ll do my best to serve your creative ideas 🫡 btw I’m good and if this took long sorry 😰 this is in second person!

characters: genya, sanemi

summary: how will they create a relationship? slowly? quickly? lets see :)

GENYA

He kinda learned the tough way when he learned you were were sensitive. 😨

Genya just gets it. You remind him of his siblings when he first got to know you, he likes it when you make effort to accompany him 🙃

But at the same time, he feels angry how could someone do this to a beautiful face like yours?

No one will hurt you again, and Genya will make sure he’ll be with you every step of the way of your life. (yandere? 😰)

Genya’s overprotective of you, he’s scared something or someone will hurt you. Even a small hello with Tanjiro, what if you slip? He can’t have that :(

Genya started slowly with affection such as love notes, holding hands (kinda) and headpats ohh how he loves headpats 🤭

He believes that you need ✨princess treatment✨ and those will be headpats and compliment

Headpats are a must for everything, they’re like his way of saying “Well done! I love you 🫶” so he pats you everytime you do anything right or cute

COMPLIMENTS MY GOSHH

He won’t hesitate to give anyone a big, fat slap on the face if they hurt his darling 😡

He did raise his voice at you one time for getting to curious, and asking about his childhood. This left you insecure and Genya actually comforted you and didn’t leave you to sulk in the corner like others did 🥺

One time he actually spoke his mind and asked you how many kids you want. 💀Which ended up in him having a tomato coloured s/o 🤕

“Maybe, they’ll have your hair colour :)”

Sanemi

Two words, Not. Good.

At first, he thought you were just a shy weirdo who didn’t know how to socialise 🤨

But then he got to know you slowly! Kinda like Genya but worse. 😀 Anyway, your first training session together was straightforward but awkward.

Your second was better, he soon understood your body language better than you. One time, he looked at your face just one time maybe he’ll get to see that face around more.. I MEAN!-

He thinks your as comforting as his mother, and underneath all that insecurity and fake happiness is a whole lot of fun like his siblings 😋 Not like he’ll ever tell you that.

Sanemi actually can cook really well! He just asks you to teach him, as he finds this as an act of intimacy. When you see his food is surprisingly good, you give him a questioning look and he shrugs it off and says “Your a good teacher” and he offers you some food. 🥙

The way you communicate to him is head tilting, looks, shrugs and all of that other stuff after finding out that he understands you. ❤️ So when you quietly stutter out to him that you love his scars, it means a lot to him and he quietly responds with a “Love you too, Dummy”

When you open up to him about your childhood, or how they beated you, he just nods and asks if you want to train.

he DOES NOT tolerate ANY disrespect, or any playful scaring. If he ends up with a tear - stained cheek s/o you bet there’s gonna be a white-haired person barking outside your window 😶

“If anyone disrespects you, you come straight to me or you kick them in the balls. Got it?”

Overall, they both love you ❤️ (Sorryy there’s no Yorichii!

[astrox]

ᝰ ⊹ . · 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 / 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

ᝰ ⊹ . · 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 Instead of making oneshot after oneshot, I decided to turn my werewolf oneshot into a story

ᝰ ⊹ . · 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘

A fear sparked within a village when a wolf had been rumoured to loom around in the forest. A group of hunters chasing after the animal described the beast as something they'd never seen before. A village outcast by the name of Y/n is tending to her garden, laying traps for the little critters when she hears strange noises. 

Appearing before her is a wounded wolf with a knife sticking out its side. Without an ounce of fear in her eyes, she opens her door to the wolf seeing the light of the hunters draw near. It's after, that she finds a naked man lying in a pool of his own blood. While nursing the man back to health, Y/n discovers more about herself and her family, as love blooms between her and the stranger.

ᝰ ⊹ . · 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀

⇾ Wolf Hybrid Sanemi x Fem Reader ⇾ Reader is CHUBBY!! ⇾ Reader's family are conjurers (witches) ⇾ Base of my Little Red Riding Hood Oneshot ⇾ slowburn romance ⇾ smut is included but not until later ⇾ Violence & mention of character deaths

In your little village, its people shammed those who are different. It's a flaw that drove your family tree to splinters and burned in hellfire until you were all that remained. Your people believed it to be a curse set upon your family for dwelling in witchcraft. You knew better and deemed it an accident. Despite your beliefs, you were accused of murder at eleven years old. Instead of death, the village sentenced you to live as a nobody, an outcast without a name. As an outcast, you were forced to leave with nothing but the clothes on your back and your brother's ring. Luckily, you knew of a cottage that belonged to your late grandmother so the villager's hopes of you becoming wolf food ceased to become a reality. 

Nowadays trouble in your little village usually revolved around the drunkards of the local taverns, starting numerous bar fights and damaging public property. A pathetic display that one might call it from time to time repeatedly only to be ignored a day after. No one gets involved unless the town is on fire. No one but the authorities can handle the men. Surrounded by lush green forests, your village is among the smallest, therefore, it's not a big tourist destination like the big cities and not a lot are willing to live amidst its people. 

One day, five hunters from the neighbouring village arrived in town unannounced, causing quite a stir for your people. It has been years since the last visitors and these men yearned for a taste of the villager's mead after a long day of hunting. Everyone welcomed these men as if kings and queens had arrived, serving them food and providing a warm inn for them to rest. 

These strangers went off about a wolf roaming the forest, snatching up animals and other hunters that crossed paths with the strange beast. The hunters described the wolf as something they'd never seen before. It's bigger than any ordinary wolf. Its fur is silver, and its eyes are black like a raven's feather. According to the hunters, it was last spotted near the outskirts of your village. Unlike everyone else in your village, you're the only one who hasn't received word about the wolf stalking you picking weeds by a river, adorned in your grandmother's bright red hood.

Pulling off another vine, you rinsed off the dirt in the river. As you cleaned off the herbs, the sound of twigs snapping followed by feet scurrying away caught your attention. You pulled your hood down and snapped your gaze towards the noises. A hand touches your boot, where you kept a knife as added security, fingers undoing the buckle. Your eyes searched the tall trees, and the dirt landscape blended with the rocky terrain for the source of your distraction. As for sounds, you listened for the birds, the river bashing against the stone and splashing. Whatever was lurking in the woods had swept your mind, imagining a rabbit or fox smelling the contents coming from your satchel. 

Taking the freshly washed weeds, you wrapped them in your handkerchief before you stashed them into your satchel. Whilst, you tucked the herbs away, your eyes fell on your right hand. On your ring finger is the ring that belongs to your old brother, who wore it on his pinky. 

"Y/n! Go! Run! Get out of here and don't look back!" Your brother's voice rang in your head with the mystery of your family's death left unsolved. Nine years have passed since then and memories of it slowly evolved from recurring nightmares to a big blur. You missed them terribly and would do whatever it took to see them again. Twisting the ring, your mind lingered on the voices of the deceased, mourning them in silence. 

Snapping you out of your thoughts is a wet nose touching your leg. Darting down, you find your black and white siberian husky brushing her head against your shin. Kneeling down, you ruffled the dog's black fur affectionately. 

"I'm alright Winter," You assured your blue-eyed canine, giving her a couple of pats on top of her head. Stuffing a hand into a pocket of your satchel, you feed Winter one of her treats. "There's a good girl," 

Winter yaps, nudging your hand and pounces to lick your face. You laughed, moving the dog away. "Let's catch dinner already, you cheeky pooch!" 

Ignoring the piece of jewellery, you took a few steps along the bay, stopping near the end of a rope leading into the water. You leaned down, picking up the cord and wrapping it around your wrist. Fishing in a big river such as this wasn't always an easy task. However, you've had years to learn how to fight the currents and made small nets to collect fish for you and your dog Winter. Looping around a tree trunk, you tugged onto the rope until the net came into view. You tied the rope off when you hauled the net onto the shore.  

"one...two...three," You counted your haul, carefully moving each fish into a large woven basket. "Ah, we have a good haul today Winter! Eight fish to last us a whole week," 

"After dinner, I can set up the wire fence to keep the other animals out of the garden." Strapping the lid of the baskets down, you rolled up your nets to use in your next catch. "There all done!" 

 You whistled. "Winter home!" 

Immediately, Winter disappeared into the brushes leaving you to shrug the basket over your shoulder. Feeling eyes on your shoulder, you spun on your heel to see an unfamiliar man walking on the other side of the river. He carried a beartrap, exploring the river bank until he noticed you gaping from afar. Assuming he lived in the village, you turned away without hesitation and carried on home, following winter's yelps. 

Tucked away further in the middle of the woods stands your grandmother's cottage—well your cottage now. You've spent the last few years maintaining it to stand against the forces of nature and to be suited to your needs. Your garden is the favourite part of your home, planting all your vegetables till they were ready for harvest. Unfortunately, the upsurge of sneaky wildlife has been a nuisance for your vegetables, especially your lettuce and carrots. You'd wake up to half-eaten veggies or bug-infested produce.

In the fall of night, you were tending to the wire fencing, using pliers to twist the wires over your wooden fence frames. Winter occupied the window, watching you moving about in the dark with one lantern lighting your way. Once your twist the wire over your fence, you nailed it down the ends and pegged them into the dirt. 

Meanwhile, not far, the hunters were on the hunt, chasing the wolf. The long chase started moments after one of the hunters sacrificed themselves and stabbed its side with a dagger. The men gained on the animal a few times, yelling profanities and gloating on an easy catch. It took a bump in the road for the wolf to manoeuvre its way down a hill and gain speed. Inhaling, the wolf caught a whiff of something sweet, deeper in the woods.

I smell magic

The hunters armed with crossbows shoot arrows in the wolf's direction only to miss every single shot. Under the moonlight, the wolf could be seen but when hidden in the shadows the wolf is lost. He uses the shadows as an advantage leading the hunters the wrong way. 

Don't lose consciousness yet!

"Damn it! Don't lose the son of a bitch now! Bring the dogs to sniff it out and the rest of you follow the blood!" A tall man yells, pointing his lantern to the ground.

Shaking your new fence barrier, you hummed in approval and wiped the dirt off your hands ready to settle in for the night. Oblivious to a wolf heading your way, you checked over the fence one more time only for something to catch your eyes. Before you could investigate, Winter barking grabs your attention. Winter's paws scratch at the windows forcing you to attempt to silence her yaps. "Winter hush! What's the matter, girl?" 

The canine refuses to listen and as you approach the front door something heavy hits your back, causing you to fall to the ground. You yelped when you landed on your stomach wondering what had caused your fall. A growl urged you to face the source of the source. Dropping the lantern in your hand, The dim light lets you catch a glimpse of the animal. 

Standing over you is the large wolf, glaring down at you and licking its blood-stained teeth. You lay there, unprovoked, accepting your fate as the wolf's supper. Even if you were quick to defend yourself you wouldn't make it inside your house. You didn't scream nor move a muscle, just locking eyes, you feel the animal's annoyance, its anger. 

Leaning its head near the side of your neck, you shut your eyes tightly and heard the animal inhaling your scent. All you could do is stay still and allow the wolf to get a hint of your scent. Time felt slow as you lay there in confusion. Any ordinary wolf would've torn you apart right about now. 

Sensing the creature's nose trailing down then up your right arm, your hand got a feel of its snout. Snapping your head to the side, you witness the wolf licking at your brother's ring. Raising a brow your body shifts startling the wolf and making the knife in its side move.

Whimpering and straggling away in pain, your eyes spot the blood staining its fur. You gasped, seeing the blood showering on the soil beneath its feet. Shuffling back towards your front door, you eyed the cascade of blood and saw the knife sticking out its side. It aches your kind heart to see animals in pain, mainly if humans were to blame. Raising your free hand, you intended on calming him to earn his trust.  

"You're hurt," You whispered, reaching a hand out slowly, offering the wolf the help it needed.  "Please let me help you," 

 At first, it hesitates but the moment is interrupted by loud voices in the distance. Peering behind the wolf, you see light. 

"It went this way!"

"It won't go that far with its wounds," 

"Fuck! Find it before we lose it again!" 

Looking back at the wolf, you asked. "They're after you,"

Instantly, you jumped up on your feet, rushing over to your door. You opened it, motioning the animal to enter. "Come," 

No response so you try again. "Come here boy," 

The wolf is still uncertain, but you never falter from wanting to help him. Seeing the lights getting closer, you couldn't help and yell. "Get your ass in here if you want to live!"

Your yelling made the wolf dash into your house. You closed the door behind you, blowing out all the candles you had lit, including your lantern. Darkness quickly flooded your home, but Winter's yaps never stop and you were lucky enough to leave her in your bedroom while you tend to your garden. 

"Winter hush," You whispered your plea, sticking your hand through the door to your room. Winter slips through the door and into your arms. You pulled close, whispering. "sit," 

Winter obeys your command, parking her bottom down on the floor. You crawled near a window and peeked over the window sill. Counting four men, aimlessly looking everywhere but the front of your cottage. Curiously, you waved a hand at the men when light pass by your window. No reaction whatsoever. Standing up resulted in the same. 

"What the hell?" You said internally, tilting your head to the side. "It's like I'm invisible to them or something,"

"We lost it!" 

"Fuck! Let the dogs loose! Find that bastard!"

"We're not stopping until we find that wolf!"

You stayed in the same spot, bewildered by the truth of events and waved the hunters goodbye. Now onto pressing matters, you brought your attention to Winter sniffing the blood on the floor. You didn't mind the mess since you've helped injured animals in the past. 

"Winter stay," You instruct your dog in a soft tone of voice. Following the tracks, grabbing towels or whatever you could. You didn't own a first aid kit, carrying all the alcohol to clean wounds and equipment used for stitches. The best you can think of is your grandmother's sewing kit and the medical herbs you've collected over the years. Maybe you could crush the weeds you've collected by the river with some medical herbs into a paste and apply them to the wound after stitching it closed. Another option included a knife's blade heated up by a flame.

Finding yourself in your living room. There's a fireplace that you leave burning for warmth and found no wolf. Laying in the pool of his own blood is a naked man, with hair white as the wolf's fur and skin littered with scars. Unlike humans, the stranger has a pair of wolf ears on top of his head and a fluffy tail on his rear. 

Rushing over to his side, you pressed the towels over his wounds after you turned him onto his back. The missing dagger is abandoned by his hand meaning he pulled it out on his own. An idiotic thing to do when you're on the brink of death. 

"This night just keeps getting weirder and weirder," You thought to yourself. 

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[starbvrr]

𐃘 sanemi shinazugawa x fem!reader

When saving a girl in the forest became something way more for Sanemi

series masterlist 

01

You run as fast as you can. After seeing that moment when your family was on the floor. Nothing could erase that from your mind. You couldn't believe that your family was attacked. This was the last thing you expected to come home to. You look over your shoulder to make sure that the demon wasn't close enough to catch you. You suddenly bumped into someone. You look up and see a man with white hair.

"Help me, please help me" you beg.

"What the hell" he looks down in disgust.

He sees a demon in the back running towards you. He grabs your arms and drags you through the forest at this point you don't care that the branches of the trees are cutting your skin. you want to be as far away as possible. even if that means leaving with a couple of scars.

Suddenly you trip over a branch and fall on top of him.

"I'm so sorry please don't leave me to die" you cry grasping his robe.

"Hey get off me! Get off me!" He starts pushing her away  "Don't think you can trick me into helping you! I'm the wind, and the wind doesn't care for dead leaves like you"

You feel his hands pushing you and feel the power, they're hard like rocks, and his muscles are tough, if you're not careful he might end up hurting you.

"Hey, you're hurting me" You wince in pain.

"I thought you'd help me and get me out of here." 

"You're gonna get yourself killed, it's people like you who make me want to kill demons more than anything" he was getting more and more angry as he yelled at you.

"Why are you yelling at me!" you yell

"You're acting like an ass right now"  you murmer to yourself

He eyes the mark and returns his focus to you. he chuckles "Oh you shouldn't have done that, look around, what do you see? We're miles from the nearest village and demons are everywhere! Who's gonna help you now?"

You glare at him. which sends a shiver down his spine. "I'd rather die, I have more of a peaceful death by a demon than being killed by you."

He rolls his eyes "You have 2 options, you either come with me and I guarantee your survival, or you can stay here and I'll watch you get eaten alive by demons, make the smart choice". he was starting to get annoyed by your attitude.

suddenly a gust of wind passes through the woods, which causes you to jump and look around.

He lets out a sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose "Are you sure you want to come with me? You should probably be scared of any person who's willing to help you after trying to attack them. I won't hurt you don't worry, I'm a demon slayer, not a psycho. But this is your last chance to make the smart choice."

you reach out and grab his hand to make sure he doesn't leave you "Is this fine, I know you're not a fan of physical touch but I don't want to get lost and die." tears begin to stream down your face "I'm really scared"

He looks down and blushes, he doesn't remember the last time he's held another person's hand let alone a girl "Uhmmm... okay fine"

He then helps them up and then holds their hand tightly, he starts walking with them still holding hands and walks in silence, it looks like his hand is a little sweaty, and he seems to be nervous.

after a while of walking in silence you decide to say something "Thank you so much again for helping me, I appreciate it". he turns back to acknowledge what you said "Of course, I can't just leave you here to die, now can I"

You continue to walk and talk for a while, the night begins to get dark and the trees start looking scary. But he just keeps walking, talking about random things you don't care about, and holding your hand. Eventually, he starts to relax and doesn't seem mad anymore. Maybe what they needed was some company?

[bwabys-scenarios]

When Sanemi finally broke the news about having a wife, many of his colleagues seemed almost… worried for the woman. If you had been there, you may have been upset, because they didn’t know the Sanemi you knew.

Your Sanemi spent his nights fighting demons and his days in your arms, covering you in kisses and worshiping the ground you walk in. He was the most gentle a husband could be, holding your hand when you walked down flights of stairs and kissing the top of your head every chance he got.

Every single morning when he came back to you, he had something to show for it. Sometimes it was as simple as a piece of candy he bought while patrolling, or as extravagant as a shiny new hairpin or silk kimono. You would call yourself spoiled, but Sanemi would tsk and say you weren’t pampered nearly enough.

No one knew the gentleness of his hands, the soft caress of his lips like you did. Those hands that had slain so many demons held your hips down ever so gently as he fucked into you, promising that this time he’d give you that baby you so desperately wanted.

He’d kiss your temple after you were thoroughly stuffed with cum, then hold you close, tracing his finger along your belly. “That’s where our baby will be, sunshine.”

You couldn’t necessarily blame others for assuming your hulking man of a husband was a brute, he was covered in scars and had a resting bitch face to match, but you can’t judge off of appearance alone. That angry face melted into a content smile every time you held it in your hands, his arms moving to wrap around your waist.

If only they could see him through your eyes, maybe they wouldn’t judge so quickly.

[luxthestrange]

KNY Incorrect quotes#63...It'll work out....

Modern Highschool au

Tanjiro: I'm so happy, I could kiss you! Genya: Um...Neat

Later in the Shinazugawa home

Genya, lying face down on his bed: I said "Neat," Bro. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid!?! Sanemi, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Dingus. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Y/n confessed their love for me? Genya: Didn't you thank them? Sanemi*closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked them.

[sluttysanemi]

Hii! I was wondering if you could do a fluffy/goofy story of Sanemi and the reader practice sparring. They both are close to winning, but then it leads to them play fighting. The reader is able to get behind him and instead of winning the spar, she just slaps his ass 💀 I just need to know his reaction to that.

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PROVOKED

c/w: jst ass slapping, more fluff!!

a/n: i wrote this while drinking sparkling wine... so tasty... do you think sanemi would be into anal

In the pleasant afternoon, you, along with Sanemi, stood outdoors. Upon his training ground, your fingers hooked strongly to the wooden material of your swords of practice. The air filled with the echo of curbed blades clashing. Fighting fiercely, every strike delivered swiftly and precisely; Sanemi's unwavering and piercing movement encouraging immense concentration.

You studied before as Sanemi's tsuguko. Though he developed an enduring attraction to you, he would not ease his movement for you, ensuring you strained yourself to the limit. His rigid guidelines and high expectations pushed you to be the finest rendition amidst battle.  

As your sparring continued, a sense of tension began to rise. Movement began to grow more playful, as a prideful grin contorted Sanemi's expression.

“Sloppy.”, he teased suddenly.

You felt provoked, as you narrowed your eyes. You felt a surge of competitive adrenaline as you positioned to embark on his challenge. The rush of triumphing over hardship drove your will to achieve.

“Asshole.”, you retaliated, rotating your body slightly swifter.

The crashing of wood escalated as your shared drive to win grew. The sound of splintering timber filled the air, echoing through the space. 

This had truly been a spar. Your opponent was formidable, yet you maintained your ground with tenacity and skill.

Sweat began to dampen foreheads, and breathing grew heavy.

Muscles began to ache, as a rise of tension are imposed upon them. Pushing through the discomfort, persistence and perseverance the feeble sources of motivation.

Upon an unexpected maneuver, you had placed yourself before him. Your gaze set upon his firm back, you had caught him in a brief moment of weakness. 

And you struck.

…Though, rather unusually.

With a firm strike of your palm, you spank the plush skin of his ass, displaying your victory.

Sanemi blurted a quick groan, as the sudden hit caught him unprepared. A moment of silence, followed by a sudden surge in tension. 

Though you chuckled proudly, it hadn't been for long; your echo of laughter subsided as you sensed the strain in his body. 

His head slanted in your direction, his anger, and possibly humiliation, pulsing through his neck. His eye twitched as he gazed at you with menace.

“You really wanna go, huh?”, he challenged, his tone ominously low. “You’re on, bitch.”

He raised his practice blade, striking at you once again. 

His vanity would not allow defeat to disgrace him. He'd take vengeance.

And you knew that, all too well. 

[ponderingmoonlight]

Sanemi lashing out on his pregnant wife only to beg her for forgiveness later

Pairing: Sanemi x pregnant!reader

Word Count: 3,1k

Synopsis: Like every week, you find yourself on your way back from Shinobu's estate and your pregnancy check-up. Little did you know what horror awaits you at your own home with your husband almost killing two kids...

Warnings: Sanemi is mean in this one and I mean it, extreme hurt but also comfort in the end so don't worry, full Shinazugawa package regarding language and violence lol, not proofread because I have to leave now

Thank you sooo much for that cool request @itsmscoco and I'm sorry it took a while. I really hope you like what I came up with 🤍

You rub your minor belly. For a woman, a pregnancy should feel like a trip to heaven. After all, you are blessed with developing a child that is half you and half your husband. Oh, your beloved and surprisingly gentle husband who always makes sure that you get enough sleep, that you nutrition yourself properly. But even the wind hashira can’t do a single thing against your constant sickness and pain.

“Please try this out, (y/n). Don’t hesitate to come here again if you need something else. You really have an unfortunate pregnancy when it comes to nausea”, Shinobu comments gently while giving your belly a little massage.

“Don’t get me wrong, I am so excited about the honor of caring for a child in my own body. But honestly, I’m so glad when this pregnancy is over”, you huff while taking a deep breath in.

Please, don’t vomit all over the insect pillar who’s just trying to help. You’ve been here what feels like everyday since finding out you’re pregnant. Well, to be exact, Shinobu is the one who suggested that you might expect a child.

Because of your never-ending sickness.

“Oh, there’s nothing to get wrong at all! After all, your pregnancy is a rather difficult one. But I’m sure Shinazugawa is taking good care of you!”

“He definitely does. My husband is an angel”, you reply in an instant.

You can’t wait to go back home. Even though your sleep-drunken eyes won’t be able to stay open longer than maybe a few hours, even though you weren’t able to catch a proper glimpse at Sanemi’s part in the on-going hashira training until now, you can’t wait to go back home. Back into your estate, back into the arms of your beloved husband.

“Not quite the codename I’d use for him, but that’s just what love does, right? I will send a kakushi along with you. Otherwise, Shinazugawa might show up and threaten me”, Shinobu jokes while helping you to get up.

“Thank you for your help. Again.”

You pull the insect hashira into a deep hug. How lucky you should consider yourself for the opportunity to call Shinobu your friend, that Sanemi laid his eyes on you. Out of all the countless women around, the ones with faces like porcelain and bodies so well-formed you can’t hold a candle against every single one of them. But still, he chose you.

“Come on, (y/n). Why are you crying?”, Shinobo whispers into your ear while rubbing small circles onto your back.

“I’m just a little overwhelmed from everything I guess”, you mumble against her comforting shoulder.

Just a few months ago, you would have laughed at anyone who told you that your life would turn out like this. Of course, you’ve lost countless good friends and family members on the way and living with a suborn husband like Sanemi isn’t always easy. But somehow, the two of you always make it work.

Right?

-at the wind hashira estate-

“We are almost there. Are you feeling alright?”

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m just a little tired from walking, that’s all!”

Truth is, your feet hurt like hell. Shinobu reported about women who don’t even feel their baby until the second trimester. Why are your feet already swollen, your belly bloated, your guts constantly turning? And there’s still so much ahead.

“Looks like Shinazugawa-sama received a new bunch of trainees after the other corps members all landed in Kocho-sama’s hospital wing”, the kakushi next to you comments dryly.

“Was it really that bad?”

Of course you heard about the rather brutal training methods of your husband. After all, even the walls of his estate aren’t thick enough to stop every single scream from reaching your ears. But still…

“It was pretty bad. Some of the-“

Glass cracking. Screams from afar. Out of instinct, you pick up your pace until you dash towards your home, sweat now dripping from every pore. What happened? Is Sanemi alright? He wouldn’t leash out on one of his students like that. Something must have happened. A demon? No, it’s still daytime. But what is it?

“He’s back! He’s back! That cold-blooded man! Lie down and pretend that you’ve fainted!”, a blonde-haired boy screams while almost collapsing onto the floor.

“What are you talking about? What’s going on here?”, you press out.

Your lungs threaten to fail you, breath already tasting like pure iron.

Until your eyes find Genya.

Your guts twist and turn in every direction, almost force you to vomit all over the place. Genya shouldn’t be here. Out of all people, it shouldn’t be him. And who’s the boy next to him. That familiar scar, you’ve seen that boy before. Is it possible that…

“Kamado Tanjiro”, you breathe out.

Maybe that is even worse.

Your eyes dart around the area without an aim. Where’s Sanemi? Did he find them already? They need to leave before he finds out that they’re here, carry on with another hashira training.

“Please stop now!”, Tanjiro suddenly shouts while stretching out his arm in defence.

An uneasy feeling crawls up your spine, the dark claws of sickening foreshadowing. All you can do is standing death still right where you are and watch in sheer horror as your husband stomps out of your estate motion.

Is that your husband you love and adore, though? You know how untamed he can get especially when getting confronted with his painful past. It was never easy for him to see Genya join the demon slayer corps or realize that his mother could have been saved like Tanjiro’s sister.

But never in your entire life have you seen him like this. The empty shell of your husband, muscles tensed to the maximum and his empty orbs directed towards the two boys in front of him.

In this very moment, you’d trust him to actually kill them.

“What are you going to do? Are you planning to kill Genya?”, Tanjiro continues passionately.

Your glossy orbs are set on your husband. Would he really do something like that? What if you witness the father of your unborn child taking the life of two other human beings? Your heart can’t take it, knees threaten to fail you.

“Hell no, I’m not going to kill him. It would be easy enough to kill him, but since it’s against the rules and all…I’m going to ruin him beyond recovery!”

Until your blurry head finally makes a decision and allows your feet to run.

Straight towards the two boys.

Straight into the firing line.

Straight into the sight of your now maniac husband.

“You won’t do any of these things, you hear me?”, you jeer at him with your new-found courage.

“(y/n)”, Genya breathes behind you.

“How dare you to talk to innocent children like that, Sanemi?”

The man in front of you furrows his eyebrows, hands clenched into tight fists while taking a step towards you.

“Get lost. Right now”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

You swallow hard, all nerves now tingling in sheer horror. This is the first and last warning, without any doubt. The look on his stone-cold face tells you more than urgently that Sanemi isn’t playing, that he doesn’t want you here.

Maybe it’s best if you go back inside and pretend that nothing happened. He himself said that he won’t kill them, after all…

“I’m not leaving”, you bite back.

But that would mean leaving Genya alone. That would mean giving up all of your principles.

“Will you act out like this towards our child as well?”, you continue while growing bigger and bigger in front of the two boys.

He might be your husband, the love of your life. That doesn’t mean you’ll always have to do what he tells you, tough. Instinctively, you clench your hands into tight fists with your glossy eyes almost piercing through him. Enough is enough.

“If our child acts as dumb as you do, I sure as hell will!”

Oh.

Your heart drops to the floor when a nauseous wave of agony hits you with full force. Sanemi is and has always been a hot-headed man who never thought twice about the things he said. But never, not even once in your entire relationship he insulted you.

Until now.

“Is this really how you feel about me? We should support each other, you should listen to me as well as-“

“Spare me with that bullshit, (y/n)”, Sanemi spits at you.

“Get.out.of.the.way. Can’t you hear me?”

It’s like you stop living for a moment. All this time, you did your best to understand him and his grief. Everything Sanemi does comes with a logical reason behind it, even though it’s hard to see from time to time. But lashing out at you like that?

“Stop being so disrespectful to me right now. I am your wife-“

“Right now, you’re my problem”, he jeers back.

“And now get off my sight and let me finish this real quick-“

You don’t know what made you act the way you just did. Was it his cruel behaviour, the way his words cut through your heart like a thousand knives? Before your husband is even able to finish his sentence, your palm races towards his cheek with full force.

The world around you goes silent, frightful gazes glued onto you while you can’t stop your tears from falling anymore.

“Is this how you’re acting around your pregnant wife by now, how you’ll treat innocent children? If that’s the live you chose, I’m not a part of it anymore”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

Suddenly, the urge to get as far away from him as possible becomes unbearable. Your feet start sprinting towards the estate on your own, carry you into your now so empty-feeling bedroom.

And finally, you allow yourself to break down and cry.

Is this really the man you love, that you’d give your life for? Your shaky fingers caress your belly mindlessly.

You can’t stay here. Not when Sanemi showed you a completely different face today. Not when this place doesn’t feel like home anymore.

-a few hours later-

“Fuck!”, Sanemi cries out on top of his lungs while dashing towards Obanai over and over.

Why can’t he get your stupid words out of his mind? The way you stood there with tears in your eyes, how he was literally able to hear your heart crack when those damned words left his mouth. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, to drag you into the fuckery with his little brother and that Kamado boy.

But why did he say all those dumb things, then?

“You seem off, Shinazugawa”, Obanai comments dryly, hitting the wind hashira with full force again.

“I guess I fucked up”, Sanemi mumbles.

What if you won’t forgive him for today? Your last words haunt him since the moment you left him standing in the rain.

“I bet you can talk your way out of it-“

“Hell nah. I don’t think she wants to see me tonight.”

“Did you ask her, though?”

“Who the hell do you think you are anyway? You’re the one to talk, not able to confess your feelings to Mitsuri”, Sanemi barks at the man next to him.

“But yeah, maybe I should get going…”

Coming home never fuelled him with so much fright. What if you’re still angry at him, if you refuse to even talk to him? Or even worse, what if you’ll really leave him?

Sanemi’s guts turn in an instant, feet now picking up their pace with every step. He can’t lose you. Not you, the light of his life. Not when you are the only ray of sunshine in this rotting hell. What the hell did he do? The fact that he even raised his voice at you is unforgivable.

Finally, his fingers grab the door that leads to your shared bedroom, finally he’s able to make up for his mistakes of today-

His eyes widen in sheer horror.

You’re gone.

Right there where your head should rest, there’s absolutely nothing.

Panic starts rising up his chest, forces his heart down his throat.

Did you leave?

He yanks out of your shared room, eyes roaming around each and every corner of your estate. But you aren’t there. You aren’t here.

“My lady is at the love hashira’s estate.”

Sanemi darts up immediately, greeted by the oh so familiar voice of your personal crow.

“Is she fine, why did she-“

“With all due respect, I suggest you to control yourself before making any more insensitive comments to my lady-“

“Who the hell do you even think you are you-“

“Your earlier spoken words really troubled her and my lady certainly does not deserve that.”

Without another word, your crow disappears into the darkness of night again.

Sanemi swallows hard. Fuck, did he really hurt you that badly? He never wanted you to feel bad, never wanted to hurt you. Damn, he only wanted to show Genya and that Kamado boy their places. It shouldn’t have hit you. Out of all people, why did he have to hurt you?

“I need to tell her”, he mumbles under his breath before dashing towards the love hashira estate.

-at Mitsuri’s-

“I can’t believe Shinazugawa said something like this to you, (y/n)! You are super far away from being dumb, after all! Here, eat another pancake and stay as long as you want.”, Mitsuri babbles while handing you another plate.

Your dry eyes are barely able to stay open any longer. All the grief, explaining, fighting and crying did apparently really wear you out. Good for you Mitsuri’s estate is near by and you just know she’ll always open her arms for you.

“Thank you so much for taking me in, Kanroji. I really don’t deserve your kindness”, you sniffle.

“You have to be joking, (y/n)! It’s my duty as your friend to be there for you anytime you need me! And also, I-”

Three violent knocks on Mitsuri’s wooden door almost send you over the edge. It’s past after midnight, the time closer to the morning than evening. Who would knock on Mitsuri’s door this late at night?

“Do you think that’s a demon?”, you mutter in horror, both pairs of eyes set on the door.

“I don’t think so. Let’s see!”

Before you’re able to stop Mitsuri, she rips open the door.

And reveals no other than your husband.

“Sanemi”, you breathe out.

Tears start swelling up your eyes in an instant when a flood of memories crushes you all over again. Just a few hours ago, your husband made very clear that he doesn’t want to see you again anytime soon. How did he find out that you’re here?

“(y/n), can we…have a talk?”, he mumbles with icy voice.

“Do you want to leave me?”, you blurt out.

“What?”

Is that really how you feel, what you think of him? That he’ll turn his back on you after a fight? He did say all those nasty things to you, though.

“I think I’m going out and…cook!”, Mitsuri announces while sprinting out of the door, leaving you alone in the room with all that tension and him.

Him, the man you love more than anything else in this world. And also him, who broke your heart like he never did before.

“You have to be kidding me”, Sanemi mutters under his breath.

You turn away before you lose your composure completely.

“Why are you here, Sanemi?”

“Do you really think I’m here to dump you!? You, my pregnant wife!? You can’t be fucking serious about that!”

In the matter of seconds, you find yourself surrounded by his usual so comforting arms that now hurt like daggers against your skin.

“Please, let me go, I can’t do this ri-“

“(y/n), please.”

His suffocated voice forces your eyes to dart upwards.

Instantly, your heart drops to the floor.

Is this really your husband, crying against your shoulder while pressing your body against his?

“I’m sorry for all the shit I’ve said, I’m sorry for making you feel this way. I’d never leave you, not when I’m even lucky for calling you mine. I shouldn’t have dragged you into this, I just…I just can’t stand them…”

“Sanemi…”

“And I get that I don’t deserve you and that I’m a jerk for hurting you. I know you could’ve had every man you wanted-“

“Sanemi!”, you snap at him, holding onto his face tightly.

“But you’re the one I want”, you finally cry out.

“But your words hurt me. Is this really how you feel about me? Do you really think I’m a burden?”

“I was out of my fucking mind for saying that to you! You’re my blessing, my everything, the sunshine in this rotting hell. You’re…You’re my wife, right?”

That innocent look on his now tear-soaked face runs shivers down your spine, reminds you that even though he acted out today, this man is still the Sanemi Shinazugawa you fell in love with years ago.

“I am your wife”, you press out before a new wave of tears haunts you down.

“I’m so sorry, (y/n). So so sorry”, he mutters again and again while kissing every tear away that escapes your eyes.

“And I’ll never talk to you like that again, I promise.”

“Will you promise to not treat Tanjiro and Genya like that ever again too?”

Sanemi shifts his weight underneath you, his orbs growing hard again. Was this too much to ask for? No. Even though you love Sanemi’s rough side as well, he simply can’t do something like this again. Not when you’re his wife, not when you are expecting his first very own child.

“I will. But only if these jerks leave me alone”, he grumbles before giving you a passionate kiss.

“That might be manageable. I want to go home now…”

“No problem, I’ll carry you-“

“You really don’t have to carry me-“

“Oh, but I sure as hell will.”

“HAVE A GOOD NIGHT YOU TWO! AND DON’T ACT LIKE A JERK AGAIN, SHINAZUGAWA!”

“Did you have to tell her everything?”

“She’s my friend, Sanemi. Of course I had to.”

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[kyojurismo]

firstly, happy 1000!!

ok, ok, so hear me out, a fluffy scenario with sanemi (i love him sm), you can decide the plot and everything, maybe include a bit of cuddling?? 🥺🥺🥹🥹

🪼 1K CELEBRATION EVENT

— sanemi shinazugawa x gn!reader

— fluff, cuddling, comfort, not proofread.

— i’m sorry that’s taking me so long to write for the celebration >_< i hope you can enjoy it even though it’s not that much good.

“can you move closer?”

you were currently lying in bed, after a long day of training and helping around younger slayers. a well deserved rest. sanemi didn’t look tired, but you knew he hid it well and usually he wouldn’t get as much sleep as you.

“i can’t hug you… so you’re not close enough,” you pouted, even though sanemi couldn’t see your face due to the darkness of the room. “just sleep,” he stated, but his tone wasn’t annoyed at all. “nemiii…”

“tsk,” he moved closer to your side and you were quick to hug him tightly, clinging to his body. you closed your eyes and smiled contently, relaxing by just feeling his strong body against your own.

it wasn’t rare for something like that to happen, it’s just that whenever you two were in public sanemi wasn’t very fond of hugging you and vice versa — he had a reputation, if you know what voices go around the corps.

“better?” his voice was softer now, a sign that after all sanemi wanted to sleep like this. “mhm,” you nodded and slowly caressed his side, letting your legs getting entangled together. “you’re soft,” he stated once his fingertips traced your cheek, his rough skin a contrast with your soft skin.

“you’re a softie too,” you giggled after some time, making him roll his eyes. “that’s not what i meant,” he murmured, annoyed at being called a softie. “whatever,” you said with a playful tone.

“just hold me, please,” you snuggled even closer to him, if possible, and sanemi let you, as his arms encircled your body and held you close to him, keeping you safe. he kissed your forehead and then sighed, resting his chin on your head while caressing your back.

“i love you,” he whispered, a soft smile curving his lips now as he thought how lucky he got to have you by his side.

— thank you so much for taking your time to read my work. have a good day / night and remember that you are loved !! ♡

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[knyontop]

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How the Hashira would say “Language”

Kny x child/teen!reader

Ft: hashira, and our amazing, beautiful, handsome, reader.

Obanai:

“Watch your language.” Obanai said with a sharp tone.

Sanemi:

“Language you little shit.” He said smacking you in the back of the head.

Giyuu:

Giyuu didn’t say anything but gave you a look.

Mitsuri:

“Your to young for that language!” Mitsuri said thinking about how your growing up to fast.

Shinobu:

“Y/N! Watch your language dear!” Shinobu said in her regular soft motherly voice.

Rengoku:

“Young Y/N, Language!” The cheerful man said with his loud voice and signature smile.

Tengen:

“Y/N try to keep the language down!” He said with a chuckle.

Muichiro:

Doesn’t really care :P

Gyomei:

“Language young one.” <3

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Hope you like it! :3