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ermnmika · 9 months

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sanemi waking up in the morning, all needy and hard. looking down at his boxers and groaning in frustration. now he has to deal with this shit first thing in the morning.

you lay there next to him, peacefully sleeping, unaware of his annoying predicament. his heart melts — he doesn't want to wake you up just because his dick needs attention. but you stir in your sleep, mumbling something inaudible and draping your leg over his waist.

he closes his eyes and bites his lip. fuck.

"babe," he shakes you gently, cursing his own weaknesses, his aching need for you. he could just jerk himself off and leave it be, but of course it has to be you. "babe, I... need a little help here."

he moves your leg away, shifting on the mattress, then slides the boxers down to his knees. he's embarrassed. disrupting your sleep for shit like this? fucking dumbass.

his aching cock throbs, leaking with precum. you flutter your eyes open, humming when you finally understand what's wrong with your lover. but you're too sleepy to actually move, too comfy to help him in ways you usually do.

you nuzzle closer, hand lazily reaching for his hardness. your eyelids are heavy, eyes closing on their own. sanemi inhales sharply when you spread the precum, your delicate fingers gliding over his veins.

"sorry..." you mumble, pecking his neck. "too sleepy."

it's him who should be apologizing. he pulls you closer, your head resting on his shoulder, and all he can think about is your hand on his cock. he bites his lip; your movements are too slow, too sloppy. he needs more.

oh, how bad he needs it.

his hips jerk upward, and soon enough he finds himself fucking your fist. you don't even have to do anything, your half-asleep state preventing you from giving him your full attention, so he does everything himself. ragged breaths and gasps escape him, whispered curses and embarrassed thoughts filling the bedroom.

he grips the sheets with his free hand, a drop of sweat trailing down his temple. his hips move in a frenzy, up and down, up and down, cock sliding in and out of your grip.

he'll have to apologize to you later. and bring you breakfast in bed. but now he will cum all over his shirt and your hand, covering his face in shame.

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flametrashiraarchive · 9 months

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Hey could you do sanemi with reader who has big boobs and thick thighs?

LET'S GOOOOO!!

NSFW under the cut.

So, let's get one thing straight...

It doesn't matter how much you weigh

Sanemi Shinazugawa can (and will) throw you around.

One time the two of you were sparring, and you managed to get a hit on him.

The smug look on your face, the way your tits strained against the fabric of your uniform, the sheer fucking audacity of you.

He pinned you to the wall, kissing you firmly, knowing you were thinking this was going to be another hard and fast fuck

The Shinazugawa Special.

But no...

He kissed you how you like it, getting you nice and worked up,

Then he spun you around so your face was against the wall, lifted your skirt and pulled down your panties just a couple of inches.

His breath hot and heavy against your nape.

He used your pussy juices to lubricate his dick

"Squeeze those thighs together, right now."

"Not so fucking cocky now, are you, huh?" he growled, knowing he was giving you just enough to get you excited, but not enough to get you off.

fucked the seam between your thighs, his hands braced on the wall, caging you in.

Thrusting his cock between your thighs, his shaft brushing your pussy lips but never actually penetrating you.

Your whimpers only made him harder.

Came in your panties, then pulled them back up.

Smacked your ass and stepped back, taking up his sword once more as if nothing had happened.

"Let's try that move again."

He's the best the worst Sanemi

However, there's a softer side to him that only you see.

He loves to lie on his back between your legs, using your lower belly as a pillow while you play with his hair.

And he love love LOVES when you squish him a lil with your thighs.

They're so warm 🥺

And as for your boobs...

One of his favorite things is the way they move when he's on top of you, thrusting hard.

He'll pin your wrists to the edge of the bed so they bounce even more.

Or tell you to lean back and put your hands on his thighs while your on top

LOVES watching them bounce while he thrusts up into you.

And when he's not fucking you senseless and you're alone together

Sanemi loves nothing more than to snuggle with you.

Rests his head on your chest while you play with his hair and kiss his forehead

Wrap your thighs around his waist and just make him feel safe and loved 🥺

He'll get all relaxed and nuzzle you

Reassure him you're not going anywhere

Because neither is he.

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noodlesfics · 1 year

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Demon Slayer characters when you kiss for the first time

Tanjiro

He was very shy when starting the kiss, however, it seemed to flow very naturally between the two of you. Almost like you had been doing this for many years before. He made sure that he had his hands on either side of your face to make you as comfortable as possible. When you broke apart, he gave you a little peck on the nose and voiced his love for you whilst still holding your face.

Zenitsu

Blushing like crazy for the whole thing. Poor boy was a stuttering and blushing mess before, during and after you shared your first kiss. 9/10 chance that he almost faints when you break apart. It's become his new hobby that he likes to indulge in, however, he likes to make sure that each kiss he gives you is very special.

Inosuke

It was a bit awkward and sloppy due to him not having the slightest bit of knowledge on the subject. He kept asking you if he was doing it right and if he was winning, obviously making it a competition. With it being your first together, it was very sweet, enjoying the moment and being close with one another. After this, he has absolutely no sense of PDA and will just kiss you wherever and whenever.

Rengoku

It's very romantic and has you both feeling dizzy after. It was a slow kiss, one that allowed you to appreciate each other and sense each others emotions. He would have an arm around your waist and the other hand cradling your face as he gently kisses you. He knows he's a strong man and he's scared that he might hurt you, therefore meaning that he gives the most gentle and passionate first kiss.

Uzui

He's so smug. He's wanted to do it for so long that he gets a bit carried away and didn't put to much effort into making it special. At first, it was very chaotic as he didn't have a full grasp of his control but he did manage to slow down and hold you close to him. It definitely turned very passionate and he was not afraid if someone were to see you both in such a vulnerable state.

Giyuu

He's super shy when you kiss for the first time. However, that doesn't mean that his smile will vanish from his red face. He loved feeling how soft you were and appreciating your presence so close to him. Definitely hugs you after and buries his face into your neck, he's usually very reserved but every time you kiss him, he turns into a completely different person.

Sanemi

It was a bit of a rough kiss at first. Almost like he was trying to prove a point to you or something. But when he was used to the feel of your kissing, he learned to be more gentle with you. When he leaves to do this, kissing is something that you really both enjoy and do a lot more frequently. Your first kiss was a bit of a roller-coaster but it only went uphill form there.

Mitsuri

She definitely giggled a lot. She was so excited to finally kiss you that she was practically screaming! Your first kiss together was really tender and you both loved every second of it. She made sure that it was in a really romantic setting to make you feel more special. Now every time you kiss, she brags about it to everyone else.

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xxsabitoxx · 11 months

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Your go-to line to piss Sanemi off is simply “You want to fuck me so bad, don’t you?” Why? Because it shuts him up so quickly. You don’t say it because you think it’s true, rather you say it because you know it flusters him so badly that he can’t carry on with whatever tirade he was going through. You have no shame when you spout that line, it doesn’t matter who’s around either. I’d anything, you prefer saying it when lots of people are around just to drive the point home further. Sanemi, who’s utterly mortified every time you spout that same cocky line. His face flushing, the words dying on his hips, his confidence disappearing as he turns away from you each time. “C’mon, Shinazugawa! You can’t feel the sexual tension between us? You wanna bend me over the nearest surface and fuck me so bad, don’t you?” He’s frozen, face steadily turning red as he tries to compose some sort of response. He can’t understand why your words get to him so easily the moment you switch the subject. “Fuck off.” Is all he can muster. “Naw, I’d rather you fuck me.” You’re giggling, completely unserious as you cross your arms and taunt him. He says nothing, but he stands his ground. Not scurrying off like he usually does… only because the two of you are alone at the moment. Nobody is around to snicker at him. “Aren’t you gonna come up with some smart ass response? Or are you that much of a virgin.” Sanemi is blinking at you with wide eyes. “I’m not a virgin.” Gruff and to the point, his limits are being tested. “Oh? That’s pretty shocking.” You step closer, arms still folded, eyes practically drinking him in. “You’re so determined to get me to fuck you, yet you’re shocked I’m not a virgin? You want me that bad that you were willing to fuck around with a man that potentially had no clue what he was doing? What a little slut you are.” There a new found confidence as Sanemi finds his stability, no longer afraid to bark back. You’re frozen, blinking a few times as you realize the tables are slowly but surely turning. Yet, you managed to compose yourself. “And what if I am? You’d still want to fuck me stupid, wouldn’t you?” You’re smirking, watching him study your face before huffing out a response.

“Of course I fucking would.”

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p0rnd3aler · 11 months

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ME AND YOUR MAMA

Sanemi x reader

MINORS DNI. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME

CW: smut, penetrative sex, reader has a pussy and tits, handjob, Sanemi an asshole, drunk sex, enemies to lovers kind of?, there’s a slap somewhere in there but not during the sex

Word Count: 5,609

Yeah I wish I had a reason for doing this one.

You met Sanemi for the first time after becoming Mitsuri’s Tsuguko. Since you were always literally living with her, you saw Obanai coming over a lot. You didn’t mind the boy, and he didn’t mind you either, actually reacting rather warmly to your presence due to the sheer fact you were Mitsuri’s Tsuguko. He liked to think of you as his and Mitsuri’s sort of love child, as weird as that may seem.

However, since Obanai and Sanemi were so close, you would sometimes see the rather brutish boy while living in the Love Mansion while Obanai was visiting Mitsuri.

These sightings, however, were typically awkward, and you chalk that up to your first meeting.

You were at the hot springs enjoying yourself, when a sudden gust of wind had decided your clothes deserved a dip in the water as well. You looked at the pitiful clothing as it sunk to the bottom, a subtle “well fuck,” leaving your mouth as you dipped below the water to grab it. Shortly after, you head back to the Love Mansion, in nothing but your towel, to ask Mitsuri if she has an extra kimono you can borrow. Once you get there, you ask one of the hinoto in the mansion where Mitsuri is, and they inform you she had left to go eat with Obanai.

Well fuck x2.

You decide Mitsuri wouldn’t mind if you just borrowed one of her kimonos for the evening, in fact she always loves when you borrow her things, so she would probably be ecstatic about it. You head into her room, still wrapped in your towel mind you, and start looking for something to borrow. However, while shuffling through her clothes, you hear her door open behind you, and a low sound. Almost like a gulp? That definitely wasn’t Mitsuri.

Well fuck x3.

You turn your head and see a man, with wild white hair. He’s covered in scars. Jesus, he’s ripped. Somehow his chest is more exposed than yours AND Mitsuri’s. Wow his lashes are so long. Is he blushing?

“Hello, can I help you?” You utter, suddenly conscious of your lack of clothing as you try to be as normal as possible about the petrifying situation.

The man is absolutely red, eyes stuck on your face and not daring to go any lower out of sheer humiliation in his part.

“Is this,” he clears his throat so loudly it sounds like it must’ve hurt “Isn’t this Mitsuri’s room?”

You’re starting to blush, embarrassment finally overtaking the initial shock, still trying to make the situation seem less weird as you respond “Oh yeah it is, but she’s out eating with Obanai. Did you need something specific?” You turn completely towards him and take a step forward “I could pass a message to her if you wa-“

He puts his hands up and interrupts you, averting his gaze to the ground, the wall, anywhere but you

“No no, it’s fine, I was just looking for Obanai anyway. Thanks.”

Sanemi quickly excuses himself and leaves the mansion shortly after. Heading to town, face red and petrified. All he wanted was to ask his friend when they were supposed to go eat, instead he got an eye full of some random girl’s ass AND he got stood up by his friend. He’s so pissed. And embarrassed. And kind of turned on. But mostly pissed. And embarrassed. When he finally finds Obanai and Mitsuri they look shocked. Then they remember they were supposed to be eating WITH him. Mitsuri immediately gasps at the realization and starts apologizing “Oh my God! I’m so sorry! We were so caught up in our conversation we completely forgot!” Obanai pipes in “Yeah, we’re sorry man- wait why are you so red”

Sanemi is so pissed.

He is so pissed but the mortification of what he just experienced is overshadowing his anger so he just gruffs out “It’s fuckin fine I’m fine,” and the three continue their meal like they normally would.

Ever since that fated day you two are EXTREMELY awkward around each other. Though you don’t see each other every day, it’s still often enough for you both to be consistently reminded of your first encounter. Even after learning each others’ names, and engaging in “small talk” (AKA you talking while he wishes he could teleport to anywhere but here) while Mitsuri and Obanai are off canoodling in the background, you are still stiff with the haunting memories of your first meeting together. It stresses Sanemi the fuck out, and his outlet for stress? Taking it out on you. Which wasn’t odd, but he was usually tamer around girls. Not nice, but tamer. With you? He was worse than usual. He was very snappy, and always completely cold and indifferent, and nobody knew why. Obanai and Mitsuri picked up on it, which led to Obanai asking him what was up one day, as the two boys were hanging out alone. After agonizing about it for a couple of minutes Sanemi came clean with Obanai, who laughed his ass off at how stupid the two of you were. Seriously. He also IMMEDIATELY told Mitsuri, who giggled and said “awe, oh nooo, no wonder they turn so red around each other, I thought they were in love.”

You weren’t.

After your first meeting with him, and him being rude to you every time after that, you could care less about his weird ass. You didn’t even care about how you could see his tight abs contract whenever he was training, or how his long lashes shaded his eyes when he looked down in thought. Nope. Not even when his chest heaved after a hard days work, sweat dripping and glistening on every detail of his scarred skin. None of that mattered.

The same way how he NEVER thought about the curve of your ass, or how your damp hair stuck to your breasts, or how your glossy lips pouted whenever he would snap at you. He NEVER considered what it would be like to touch that warm space between your legs and make you tremble for him.

Yeah you were both down bad.

It was driving Obanai crazy. Mitsuri loved it, she thought your guys’ little awkward courtship was adorable. Obanai hated it. He just wanted you two to fuck and get it over with already. “Maybe it’ll get Sanemi to wind the fuck down a bit.” He said.

So they decided to give y’all a little push. It was a team effort for them.

Obanai invited you and Sanemi to go out drinking with him and Mitsuri. Sanemi took some coaxing, but you were excited to see your two best friends and the guy you wanted to fuck, so you eagerly said yes. While you were getting ready you noticed Mitsuri doting on you extra hard, even going as far as doing your makeup and hair for you.

“What’s the point in me wearing makeup? We’re just going drinking” you ask, looking at the ground as she put eyeliner on you

“I’m wearing makeup too, I don’t wanna be the only girl all dressed up! Plus you’re so pretty! It’d be such a shame to not emphasize your features” she gushed over you a bit more, making sure to fluff your breasts a bit before grabbing your hand and skipping out of her room together. She made SURE your tits were out just as much as hers and although you were a bit confused by her sudden attention to detail, you felt pretty damn cute. Sanemi felt the same way, feeling his dick twitch at the sight of your pretty face and your tits nearly spilling out of your kimono.

The walk to the bar felt sooooo long, each time you would try to talk to him he couldn’t help but see your tits bounce with each step in his peripheral vision, so he opted to not look at you at all. Answering everything with short “yeah”s and “mhm”s. You couldn’t help but feel suddenly self conscious. You started getting down on yourself, ‘is he so unattracted to me that even makeup doesn’t help?’ And you suddenly felt like a clown for putting in so much effort just to be ignored. Meanwhile he was trying his best to coax his brain to think of traumatic events just so he doesn’t bust in his pants in front of you, God, and his best friend.

A couple feet in front of you two Obanai and Mitsuri are gossiping about you both.

“Why aren’t they talking?” The Love Hashira was frantic

“Babe, they’re idiots” he got his cheek pinched for that, quickly uttering “it’s trueee! But things will work themselves out! They just need this one little push.”

Mitsuri anxiously glances back, trying not to be obvious. When she sees the look on sanemi’s face, and the way you’re anxiously fiddling with the belt of your kimono, both of you blushing like virgins? She starts smirking. Turning forward and lacing her arm with Obanai before leaning over and whispering “You were righhhtttttt!”

“I knowwwwww!” He whispered back.

They were so in love it made you guys wanna puke. In an endearing way. It was like watching your parents kiss as a child, and it gave both you and Sanemi a slightly less awkward feeling.

“God, those two were made for each other.”

You think out loud

Sanemi nods and almost smiles, wearing a lopsided grin “They’re so in love it makes me sick.”

You laugh at his joke, making the couple in front of you look at each other with wide eyes, and making the poor man next to you almost buckle at the knees.

“Awww no way…maybe just a little” you reply with just a little bit of snark, which makes Sanemi warm up to you a little bit more. Not that you, or anybody else would ever know that, because he’s hell bent on staying emotionally constipated for the rest of his days. But deep down, underneath the constipated surface, he genuinely likes you. He was just VERY sexually frustrated. And an asshole. Plus his last crush died. He’s a little traumatized be patient.

You guys finally got to the bar, and immediately ordered some sake. They forced you and Sanemi to sit next to each other, making you both blush and fidget awkwardly. Once the drinking started, you and Sanemi started to loosen up a bit. Not with each other, though, you both just started talking to mitsuri and Obanai. Suddenly you got too excited, talking to the Love Hashira about something funny you remembered, and lost your balance slightly, bumping into Sanemi. With a little liquid courage in him, he was brave enough to steady you with both of his hands uttering a gentle but gruff

“Are you alright?”

“Mhm,” you look up at him with your flushed face, your glossy eyes gazing up at him through your pretty lashes and reply with a small “Thank you.” He feels his dick throb in his pants and panics. He quickly pushes you off of his body and steadies you back on your seat before ripping his hands from your body as if you were scalding hot. He’s stressed as hell with both of his hands on his knees mumbling “Don’t fucking mention it,” albeit, a little more aggressively than he meant it, he’s just so fucking frustrated, and he doesn’t know what to do. He wants you so bad but he doesn’t know how to initiate anything romantic, so he just suffers in his own little sexually frustrated hell. And you DO NOT make it easy on him. However, you slump a little at his attitude, wondering why he always has to treat you this way. Mitsuri notices how sad you look and before your drunk girl tears can start she ushers you to the bathroom. She grabs your hand and forces you to skip all the way there with her, making your mood brighten just a bit.

Whilst in your own little girl bubble together, she looks at you and says

“Soooo…”

You raise an eyebrow at her “Sooo…what?”

She suddenly stopped walking and grabbed both of your hands, swinging you in front of her gently before whispering to you

“What’s up with you and Sanemi?”

You start to pout “is it that obvious?”

“YES!” She says a little too loudly, earning looks from a couple drinkers who are still close enough to hear you “you both turn so red and get so awkward around each other!”

“I wish!” You admit, the alcohol erasing all caution about your crush on him “He totally hates me…”

“Not from what Obanai tells me!” She says in a bright little whisper, “Cheer up. He’s got a rough personality, but he does like you. We can both tell.” You try not to roll your eyes at your sweet, sweet friend, but you can’t help but feel like she’s just trying to spare your feelings. You give her a little smile and say “Okay, okay. Thank you.” She nods, hands you her hair comb, and says “Go cool off a bit in the bathroom, fix your hair a little, and come back out when you feel as pretty as you look tonight.”

You can’t help but hug her sweet ass. You both have a little drunk girl hug moment, giggling and doting on each other, before you both finally let go. Mitsuri skipping back to the table, and you entering the bathroom to fix yourself up again. You splash a little cool water on your face, which helps you sober up just the tiniest bit, smooth down your hair a bit, and after a couple of minutes of deep breathing, you head back out there, getting back to the table, just to see Mitsuri and Obanai getting ready to leave.

“Hey, where are you guys going?”

Obanai looks at you and looks back at Mitsuri, her being mostly carried by him and barely conscious.

“She’s had a little too much to drink, so I’m just gonna take her back to my place so I can keep an eye on her,” he hoists her up in his grip a bit, “…make sure she doesn’t choke on her own puke.”

You nod hesitantly, not because you doubt Iguro, you know he would never do anything bad to Mitsuri, you just didn’t know where this left you and Sanemi.

“Sanemi, d’you mind walking her home?” Obanai speaks, gesturing to you with a slight jerk of his head. Sanemi sputters “Wha? No way, she’s a Tsuguko she can walk herse-“

“Don’t. Be. An ass. Just walk the poor girl home.” Obanai snips at him, before hoisting Mitsuri up on his back, and piggybacking her out of there.

Sanemi grumbles and drags his hands dramatically down his face in exasperation. You can’t help but feel awkward and kind of hesitant about walking home with him. You both sit there in silence for a couple of minutes.

“Hey, don’t worry about walking me home, I’ll just tell them that you did. Don’t worry about it.”

He sighs dramatically in response “Shut the fuck up. Let’s go.” He stands up straight, tosses some money on the table, and grabs your hand roughly before walking towards the exit. As rough as his grip is, you can’t help but blush because this is the most physical contact you guys have had with each other. Most of the walk back was spent with you both silently blushing, and holding hands, painfully wishing that the other wouldn’t bring it up.

“Sanemi, you’re going kind of fast, I can’t keep up.”

“Shut up. You’re fucking fine.”

His grip on your hand tightens. You frown softly to yourself the rest of the way back. The speed of his pace evidence enough that he would rather be anywhere but here, anywhere except next to you. It sucks wanting to be with him. You start to think bitterly to yourself.

Once you both get back, he walks you towards the door to the mansion, stops slightly right of it, and roughly tugs you from behind him to shove you towards the door.

“There. You’re home for fucks sake.”

He turns to leave, but you’re fed the fuck up at this point. Even when he’s drunk he’s still an asshole.

“Why do you always have to be such a dick?”

He immediately stops, pivoting around and stomping towards you, making you back up until your back hits the wall. He slams both of his hands on the wall behind you, trapping you between them.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

You glare up at him “Why the FUCK are you such a DICK all the time?”

He scoffs with his brows raised, and starts to mock you “Oh, what, somebody doesn’t blow smoke up your ass about how hot you are for once and suddenly your whole night’s ruined?” The way his speech is slightly slurred is the only telltale sign he’s just as drunk as you.

You make a bewildered face at him.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Is-is this about that one time?”

He also makes a bewildered face at you.

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m talkin about that time when you walked in on me!”

His whole face turns red and he finally moves his arms off the wall in favor of covering his face with his hands and screaming into them.

You watch on with indifference, if not slight confusion. Eyebrow raised at him as he’s doubled over screaming by himself.

“I think you’re the worst thing that’s happened to me since I became a demon slayer”

You interrupt his meltdown with your own little outburst, honestly you just wanted to hurt his feelings too for once. However, this causes him to straighten up slowly, and inhale before removing his hands from his face.

“Oh yeah? What a privileged life you live, to have some guy who doesn’t want you be the worst thing that’s happened to you. Do you know what everyone else here has BEEN through?” He starts slowly stalking towards you, making you back up to the wall again. “Seems like we’ve all earned our places here except you, doesn’t it?” He stops about half of a foot in front of you “You think I’m the worst thing that’s happened to YOU? You dumb fucking bitch. You’re fucking delusional. Just you wait. Being here will-“

It all happened so fast.

Your palm stung from smacking him, he suddenly went silent, then he looked at you. Cheek bright red and stinging.

Then, he was grabbing your ass and kissing you. It was so, so desperate, too. As soon as his lips came into contact with yours, his palms grabbing handfuls of your ass, he groaned. You kissed back immediately, of course, your hands taking purchase in his hair and grabbing at the roots gently. He parted from you, panting for a second as he moved to suck on your bottom lip. His hands pulled you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you into the Love mansion. He stumbled drunkenly down the hall towards the rooms, you parting from him and quickly whispering a

“hereherehererighthere”

Once he gets to your bedroom door. Then he slides it open, steps inside, and immediately slams it it shut. He lowers both of you to the ground, himself on top of you. He removes his right hand from your ass and places it on your cheek, stroking it with his thumb gently. He stops kissing you just to speak with your lips still touching

“Fuck…wanted you for so long,”

He’s rutting his rock hard dick against your pussy, your kimono exposing you panties and leaving very little separating you from him. He starts feverishly kissing you again. He bites your bottom lip then runs his tongue across it, pulling away to give little kisses to it as his horny little apology for being rough with it. Runs his tongue along the roof of your mouth, just to lick the inside of your teeth and make you shiver. His left thumb sneaks under your panties, and starts rubbing at your pussy. He rubs at your slit, and accidentally touches your clit making you jump. He stops moving and pulls his tongue out of your mouth to look down at you, going back and rubbing the same spot, making you whine soooo sweetly for him. He leans down and sucks at your neck, rubbing your clit again, this time a little rougher, making you moan and your hips do a little jerk against his touch. You feel him smirking as he switches to suck on the other side of your neck

“Right there?” He huffs out, his voice is so low and raspy in your ear, as he rubs another little circle in your clit, making you moan once again as your panties start to dampen his hard cock. He groans at your reaction

“Ohhhh yeah…it’s right there isn’t it baby…your pussy’s slobbering all over my dick, it must feel so good” at this point he’s rubbing it mercilessly, and you’re panting and grinding against his touch letting out a breathy

“Yes baby, right there baby,” and god if your breathy little voice doesn’t send him over the edge. He leans back on his heels and hooks both hands into your panties before roughly tugging them down your legs, looking down with his face bright red and his eyes glossy and desperate for you. His eyes watch as your pussy drips down your ass and onto the floor, and he whimpers at the sight.

He whimpered.

You can’t help but spread your legs for him, and the sight of you doing that before him makes him wonder what he ever did that made the Universe think he deserved this. He groans as he looms over you, the sight of him like this makes all your blood rush to your pussy.

His hairs disheveled, his shirt baggy and showing his buff, heaving chest. His mouth open and panting, his eyes pitiful and screaming “I’m sorry I just wanna put it in you so bad” the sight of him reduced to this alone is enough to make you cum. He kisses you again, leaning on one hand and using the other to thumb at your nipple. You both moan into each others mouths once he touches it, and he stops kissing you so he can start sucking hickies onto your chest. The feeling of his rough lips against your tender skin making you moan. You place your hands on the back of his head, a silent plea to not stop, as you start rubbing your wet pussy against his clothed dick. He groans pitifully against his mouthful of your tit and you feel his dick throb against you. You can’t help but let your jaw slack at everything going on right now. You continue grinding against him and his pops off of your tit, leaving a huge mark on it, and he starts licking at your nipple, tweaking the other with his hand. You moan and jump at the sensation, and he looks up at you with those pitiful eyes again, half lidded as he takes your nipple into his mouth and starts sucking on it, groaning into your skin when he feels how wet you get on his dick after he does that. You grip his hair at the root and pull him off your nipple with a loud and wet pop, and he lets out a guttural groan at the sensation. Your tits covered in his spit and hickies, and his toned body heaving against yours as he pants.

“Sanemi…” you reach your hand under the waistband of his pants and grab his painfully hard dick, forcing a broken moan out of him

“I need you so bad.” You whine back at him. He nods breathlessly, and you start pushing his shirt off his shoulders. Watching his large pecs and the harsh lines of his abs twitch with excitement as he pulls his dick out, making you raise your brows in aroused shock.

He’s so thick, his cock so heavy that even though he’s the hardest he’s ever been in his life, it’s still weighed down by his sheer girth. His dick starts weeping precum and it drips down to your clit perfectly. Before he can do anything you lean up and grab it, drooling down onto his dick and jerking it as you look up at him, rest your chin against his abs as he looks down at you. God the face he’s making is so fucking hot, his lips are slightly colored from your lipstick rubbing off on him, and he just looks so utterly pitiful as he lets out a string of broken moans and sobs, the sight of your pretty face looking up at him as you jerk off his dick reduces him to a little puddle of desperation, and he quickly cums at the sight in front of him, shooting ropes onto your chest and grunting out a loud

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck-k yes please,” he wheezes in desperation as you start jerking him faster, overstimulating him “pleaseeee, yes pleeeassee fu-uck fuck yes, ohhhhh, oh God” his eyes start rolling back as he puts one hand on the back of your head, and the other on your cheek

“Let me put it in. Please, need to be inside you”

He starts leaning you back down, positioning himself over you, resting on one elbow with his hand behind your head, and placing his other hand over the one you have still holding his cock before he starts pushing the tip inside of you. He tightens his grip on your hand as he teases his head in and out of your hole, forcing some high pitched moans out of you, and getting a couple of throaty groans out of him as well. Your pussy sucks his whole tip inside, and you both whimper pitifully. He takes his hand off of yours and rests it next to your head, stroking your hair lightly as he starts slowly humping his dick into you. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, letting out a little desperate “mhm” for every inch that he sinks deeper into you. When he finally gets balls deep, you feel his entire length twitch, as he whimpers a little choked-out-high-pitched “fuck” and takes in shaky breath. You’ve been panting and moaning, desperate since he started fucking himself into you, and the feeling of his fat balls resting and twitching against your ass has your head spinning and your pussy squeezing him even tighter.

He starts with a slow drag out of your pussy, his whole body trembling with need but he’s trying so, so hard to be gentle with you because he knows once he loses himself in this he’s not gonna stop. And he slowly slides himself back to the very hilt. He doesn’t wanna hurt you, but he’s been waiting for you for so long and you feel “fuck you’re so tight and fucking wet oh my god.” He tilts his head up and his eyes flutter open and look down at you, he swallows hard. The thumb on the hand he still has on the back of your head starts stroking your hair, the hand that was next to you now stroking your cheek as he looks down at you so deep and vulnerable, his cheeks still flushed as he starts grinding with his dick still buried inside you, rubbing against your g spot and cervix as his base rubbed your clit so sweetly

“Fuuuuuuuck Sanemi, oh god” you keen underneath him, you bring one hand up to his face as you start stroking his cheek gently too, your other hand gripping harshly at his pants. You’re both moaning and panting while maintaining eye contact, and you can’t help but feel your heart flutter at the intimacy and vulnerability of it all.

“Is…is this okay?” He asks you, all breathy and raspy. His voice goes straight to your pussy and you whine a shaky

“Mhmmmm”

You wrap your legs around his waist and try to pull him impossibly deeper

“I’ve wanted you for a long time too”

You say, and god your voice is oh so sweet and light with arousal.

“Really?” His cheeks get redder, he starts grinding harder against you as his thumb that was stroking your cheek goes lower to start rubbing your clit

“Ah! Yes! Wanted you so bad!”

He smiles down at you and god he looks so soft, so beautiful, fuck. The way he’s rubbing your clit makes it burn with pleasure and you start bubbling little praises for him

“So good”, “so big”, “you’re so pretty, nemi”

He’s blushing and he stops grinding into you just to start pulling out and and thrusting into you, slow and soft, his abs flexing as his chest rubs against yours. He shifts and and accidentally changes the angle of his hips, so when he starts thrusting directly into your g-spot and your pussy clamps down as you squeal with pleasure, he stops, worried that he’s hurt you

“Oh fuck, ‘r you okay?”

“Yes please, please, please don’t stop. Fuck. Right there keep going please baby”

He just looks at you, eyes half lidded and pussy drunk as he nods and starts thrusting harder into you, right into that little soft spot inside you. Your pussy drooling around his cock so much it drips down to his balls and makes a disgusting squelching sound everytime he buries himself into you.

He groans, deep and raspy at the sound

“Fuckkkkkk”

He starts rubbing your clit faster, looking down at you with his sweet, red, and fucked out face

“Cum on it…” he’s panting, his voice raspy from being so loud “…wanna see the look in your eyes as you fall apart. For me.” He starts picking up his pace, your tits bouncing with each thrust and your drawn out moans punctuated by his rhythm. You feel the heat flooding in your pussy and your cheeks, placing both hands on his shoulders to ground yourself,

“Nemi, Nemi,” you let out a wet sob “gonna cummmm” he lets out a depraved moan that pushes you over the edge he feels your pussy squeezing and squirting all over him. You scream as your toes curl and your legs tighten around his waist. He gasps and whimpers out

“Yesss…please, fuck, oh god…” he’s still humping himself into you, getting more and more desperate for his own release, the after shocks of your orgasm making your pussy squeeze the life out of him and he whimpers

“I’m ‘bout to cum…please…please…let me do it inside” he starts rubbing your clit faster, overstimulating you in hopes you’ll let him claim you like this. Your legs shake around him, hands still on his face as you nod “do it, baby, empty it as deep as you can. Want it so bad” he lets out the saddest, hottest broken sob as he empties himself balls deep in side of you. His whole body’s shaking and he’s moaning and whimpering as he grinds himself as deep as possible and fucks his cum deeper into you while he comes down from his high. He finally collapses, and you both are panting, sticky, and completely spent after you first time together. He brings his arms around your waist and rolls off of you, subsequently pulling your body on top of his instead, and moving one of his hands to your head to rub it gently. You’re both still catching your breath, as he finally speaks

“I…I’m bad with words.”

You lift your head off his chest to look at him, he’s looking at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact for now.

He continues “But…I’ve liked you. A long time. ’m sorry I didn’t say anything before,” he takes a hand off you momentarily to vaguely gesture to you, “,this. But I hope that you still…i don’t know…” he trails off, starting to feel embarrassed by the vulnerability and not comfortable enough with the feelings to express the properly.

“I like you too.”

He finally looks at you following your response, and he sits up a little, with him leaning back on one elbow to look at you and you leaning forward on your elbows to look at him.

“I know we both have our…rough spots but,” you continue and place one hand over his

“maybe we could work on them? Together?”

In a rare, soft moment with him he laces his fingers with yours and nods. You both smile sweetly at each other, in the beginnings of a puppy love together, and sit in silence for a bit

“Sorry I slapped you, by the way.”

He snorts and ruffles your hair, you giggle and try to swat his hand away.

“It’s whatever, you’re lucky it was hot.”

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The next day, as Obanai is bringing Mitsuri back, they’re walking down the hall to her room when your door opens up, and out emerges the two of you. Covered in fucking hickies with your hair a mess smiling like fools. Obanai immediately has to slap a hand over Mitsuri’s mouth as she starts to guffaw at the state of you two, Obanai at a loss words.

“I…can’t deal with this right now,” and he continues dragging a chortling Mitsuri back to her room so they can gossip about what the hell they just saw.

#Spotify #sanemi x reader #kny x reader #kny sanemi #sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa #shinazugawa x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #shinazugawa smut #sanemi smut #sanemi x y/n #sanemi x you #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu sanemi

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rougepancake · 1 year

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hiii! It’s me again! I loved how you wrote my Sabito request 💗 do you think you can write a sanemi x afab fem? maybe a stuck in a closet together trope? Thank you❤️

HAPPILY, GLADLY, YES YES

F U

Ft. Sanemi Shinazugawa

Warnings: You get stuck in a closet 😘, Afab!Reader, enemies to lovers??, hate sex, oral (m!receiving), degradation, college au!, Sanemi goes feral. Porn with plot (sorry guys-). Minors and ageless blogs dni!

Summary: You and Sanemi get into an argument in the gymnasium on campus, in which you shove him into the storage closet and he pulls you in with him. Too bad when the door closed it was locked, and you were trapped.

“Oh for fucks sake! Why do you always have to bother me, hm?!?” You glared, crossing your arm’s defensively as Sanemi walked towards you slowly.

“Me? Bothering you? I’m pretty sure it’s the other way around, bitch.” He spat, jabbing his finger into your shoulder as you backed away from him.

“Really?? The best insult you have is bitch?!” You laughed, smiling sinisterly. “I’ve been called better by worse. You’re gonna have to up your game, rat.”

His eye visibly twitched as he stood, his fist curling by his side as he stared you down. “What did you just say?” His tone was threatening, but it wasn’t anything new to you, so you challenged him.

“I said you’re a rat! I mean just look at that hair! Those scars! Ugh! Get out of here man!” You pointed towards the door with your thumb, placing your other hand on your hip.

Without warning, he lunged at you, attempting to hit you only to miss. Quickly, you moved out of the way and kneed him in the stomach, causing an audible ‘oof’ to slip past his lips. He grabbed your ankle while he was down and took you down too, a shout of surprise escaping you.

“You’re a dick!” You panted, barely dodging another punch thrown by Sanemi. You must’ve really struck a nerve this time, but then again, an eye for an eye.

Following that rule, you threw a punch of your own, hitting him right on the cheek and sending him backwards. The sound of your fist on his face echoed throughout the gym, along with your labored breathing mixing with his. Slowly, you rose to your feet, getting prepared to throw another one just in case.

But Sanemi just sat on the floor in silence, his jaw hanging open and his hand on his cheek. It must’ve been one hell of a punch if it left the guy speechless.

Just like you, got up slowly, rage shining in his eyes. He took his time walking over to you, the tension between you growing.

He stood before you, his hand still on his cheek as he scoffed. “And you said I’m the dick?”

“I’m not the one that lunged at a helpless young woman.” You smirked, mocking him. He took another step towards you, forcing you to take one back. He was close, too close, and you didn’t like it.

“You’re far from helpless.” He huffed, crossing his arms. “But you aren’t far from being the biggest bitch on the campus.”

“I know, it’s so sad. But that title is yours, I’m afraid.” You chuckled, getting in his face with a shit eating grin. “I’m sorry you’re nothing more than a pussy, Shinazugawa.” You poked his chest gently, enraging him further.

He shoved you against the wall, knocking the air out of you entirely. You coughed, putting your arms up in defense. Frantically, you looked around and saw that the storage closet’s door was open slightly, a perfect spot for you to trap him. Then you’d be free for today.

Mustering up as much strength as possible, you pushed him away and straight into the closet, a smile of relief gracing your lips. As you turned around to quickly close the door behind you, his hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you back as the door trapped both of you in there.

“Fuck! Look what you’ve done!” You shouted, trying to get the locked door to budge, only to fail. Sanemi didn’t respond to you, instead he sat on the floor in absolute silence, his eyes staring at you intensely.

“Hey, quit your staring.” You slid down to the floor in defeat, returning Sanemi’s intense glare.

“You’re such a fucking bitch.” He mumbled, slowly crawling over to you. “It’s so hot.” He smirked deviously, watching your reaction closely. Thankfully, it was dark, so he couldn’t see your red face, but he could still tell you were embarrassed.

“Oh what’s wrong Y/N? The cat got your tongue?” He crawled between your legs, his body warm against yours.

“W-What the hell’s gotten into you?!” You blushed, doing your best to keep up your tough guy act. With a deep chuckle, Sanemi wrapped his hand around your throat, his eyes glinting sadistically in the dark.

You grabbed his arm, a slightly pained look on your face as you took short and heavy breaths. “You f-fucking a- ah~! H-hey!” You moaned out quietly, Sanemi’s rough hand groping your breast harshly as he choked you.

He was watching you intently once again, not saying a word as you squirmed helplessly under him. He was enjoying the sight and it pissed you off.

“You’re always teasing me.” He growled, his grip on your neck tightening. “You’re so damn annoying.” Sanemi let go of you and stomped over to the other end of the room, his boner shining in all its glory from across the room.

“W-Wha-“ You panted, rubbing your throat gently as you stared at him with confusion. A gentle cough passed through your lips as you caught your breath. “So would you like some help with that or like do you want me to turn around or something??” Your tone was sarcastic, but you were dead serious.

Sanemi may have been a pain in the ass but he was still incredibly attractive. Especially in a situation like this.

You saw his shadow look up at you with surprise, causing a sinister smirk to grow across your lips. “Well? Yes or no, tough guy.” You whispered, crawling towards him slowly as you spoke.

You felt him tense up slightly as you placed your hands atop his thighs. “Well… since you offered…” He smirked, placing his hand on your head as you undid his belt. He shivered at the rush of cold air, his cock twitching slightly.

You began to palm him slowly, putting just enough pressure to make him squirm. Sanemi threw his head back as he let out a breathless and shaky moan, his hips bucking upon contact. He pushed your head down, staring at you through squinted eyes and hoping you’d get the hint.

Yeah you took that hint and ran with it.

You licked your lips as you pulled down his boxers, watching as his cock sprang free from its confines. He didn’t even give you time to get a feel for him, instead he just shoved your head down and began fucking your throat like there was no tomorrow.

He watched as you gagged and did your best to keep up with him with a smirk, that look on your face was one he had been dying to see for weeks now.

“G-God y/n~ ugh~” Sanemi’s eyes practically rolled back into his head when you began to massage his balls, all while maintaining eye contact with him.

His hips bucked forward without warning, eliciting a moan from you that sent shivers down his spine and caused his cock to twitch. He was close, and he wanted you to taste him. All of him. He wanted to watch you swallow every last drop of his seed so badly it only made him harder.

He bent down and grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks as he held his cock over your face. His head rolled back as he pumped himself, a loud groan passing through his lips as he came all over your face.

You licked off as much as you could from your lips as he got down on his knees to see you better.

Without any warning, he pushed you onto the floor harshly, nearly ripping your pants off your legs. He had your hands pinned above your head with just one hand, using the other one to quickly prepare you for him.

He muttered things about how wet you were as he aligned himself with your hole, growling obscenities in your ear.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ destroy you, slut.”

#GET YOURSELF A WHEELCHAIR #The janitors found you the next morning and weren’t happy #you got suspended lmao #worth it tho #x reader #fanfiction #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer imagine #demon slayer x you #demon slayer smut #sanemi x y/n #sanemi smut #sanemi x you #kny smut #kimetsu sanemi

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ponderingmoonlight · 2 months

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I'd love Obanai + Sanemi saving reader from a demon (like in the first episode??) You are awesome, thanks!

This escalated so quick damn, but hey, there you have a full on fic hehe - hope you enjoy <3

Sanemi saving your ass even if you don't want to

Pairing: Sanemi x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,9k

Synopsis: You knew what you got yourself into when you let a demon capture you instead of your beloved friend. Little did you know that help already arrived, viewing you as nothing but a damsel in distress until suddenly, you turn into much more...

Warnings: (y/n) fell but I fell harder, just saw the movie and it's so AHHH, honestly Sameni's voice is so mezmerizing omg, however this includes violence and language, might incluce spoilers for the movie but if you haven't seen it already you don't know what's going on anyway lol, like all my demon slayer fanfics this includes ai pics of reader so if this doesn't sit right with you, I'd suggest to not read it

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU NEED MORE SANEMI CONTENT

Your dirty cold feet pound against the muddy floor, haunted eyes darted towards nothing but sheer darkness. You still don’t know how you managed to keep the demon from kidnapping your best friend, how you’re still alive when at this very moment, this frightful creature his hunting you down like its prey.

So many innocent young women, one after another disappeared from your village nearby. Why did you never even think about the possibility that you or even worse, a person you love could be next?

Not until now. Not until you stared into the demon’s stone-cold red orbs when it began to run after you. Not until you were the one threatened to get eaten alive.

“Run! Run and don’t look back!”

“But (y/n), you’ll get killed-“

“I won’t. Leave it to me, tell everyone to lock their doors, just don’t come back!”, you screamed on top of your lungs.

“I’m getting impatient, stupid girl. You know you will get killed, right?”

Blood rushed through your ears, body threatened to fail you.

“If you want to kill me you have to get me first, stupid demon.”

How long have you been running for? Minutes, hours? You lost track of time completely with your body screaming, begging you to stop and take a break. The bitter taste of iron covers your whole mouth, blood sticks to your new Yukata like a second skin. Your mother will completely lose it when she sees the crimson discolouring on the white fabric.

“I’m having enough.”

If you ever see her again.

With a swift motion, the demon swings you over his shoulder, his claws digging into your flesh so roughly that you cry out. No, this can’t be the end. You can’t allow yourself to die like this: in the arms of a demon, without even fighting back. No one ever told you what to do, you were always able to stand up for yourself. Today will be no exception. Even if you get killed, you will fight back with everything you have.

“Shinazugawa…Something’s not right.”

Sanemi can’t help but look around, eyes meeting the countless demons around him. What the hell is this place?

“Yeah, I don’t like this, either. I’ve never seen demons swarming around like this.”

“Let me go!”, you yell, fist banging roughly against the creatures’ back while it drags you into what looks like a haunted mansion.

Your eyes widen when you feel multiple pairs of red orbs laying on your body.

“Demon slayers…”, you hear your kidnapper hiss through gritted teeth, turning his head over his shoulder.

Demon slayers? You’ve heard of them before, how they behead every demon coming their way, how desperately they fight for humanity. But…where were these demon slayers when all the girls from your village got kidnapped? Where are they when you need them the most? How absoluteley useless.

You don’t know what has gotten into you. Is it the anger, the grief? With a rapid motion, you dig your nails into the eyes of the demon until he lets you fall to the ground abruptly, groaning out in visible pain.

Everything hurts, a trail of blood follows you as you drag your body against a rotten wall. You feel your body giving in, all the stress, agony and exhaustion rushing over you like a wave. But no, you can’t give up right now. Not when there’s still a slight chance for you to survive.

“You little bitch. Eat her, I will leave and get her little friend.”

Suddenly, the urge to puke becomes almost unbearable. Countless demons come near you, their teeth exposed to the harsh moonlight. No, this is not how you want to end. You can’t die getting eaten alive by these creatures. But what else are you supposed to do? There is no way out of this living hell.

Except for the destroyed window a few steps away. This is your only chance. You drag yourself up, sprint over the rotten wood underneath your naked feet and jump.

Floors into the depths.

Away from the demons, into another certain death.

“Where is the girl?”, Sanemi questions harshly, sword oh so ready to behead that bastard of a demon in front of him while heading down.

Screw this strange place and the countless demons around him, he needs to find you, needs to carry you into safety.

“The girl? She jumped out of a window in order to safe herself. She’s probably dead by now.”

He lets out the breath he didn’t knew he was holding, blank eyes staring at the stone ground his blade has crashed instead of the demon. What was this place?

No, he can’t think about this right now. As fast as his body carries him, he gets out of that cursed mansion, eyes instantly finding your falling body.

Only metres away from crushing into the ground.

Oh, how much you wished it wouldn’t end like this. But maybe this was everything you could do, dying like this is still better than getting eaten up by a demon. Where are those demon slayers? You close your tired lids, enjoy the weightlessness for a brief second. It doesn’t matter now. Hopefully, the demon is long dead before you. At least you're dragging his ass with you…

“Hey, you aren’t dead, are ya?”

That voice…A male voice, without any doubt. So harsh and tempting at the same time that you can’t help but open your eyes in confusion.

Only to be met by purple ones. Male ones, to be exact. Are those...his arms wrapped around your trembling body?

“Let me go!”, you shriek.

It seems like all power that left your body appeared again while you miserably try to fight yourself out of his arms. Who is this man? Another demon, maybe?

“I won’t let you eat me!”

“Eating you? Are you dumb, woman? I’m a demon slayer”, the man in front of you barks, his hands roughly holding onto your arms in order to stop you from hitting him again.

“A demon slayer?” you repeat.

“Yeah, the wind hashira to be exact.”

Your gaze falls from his face to his exposed chest, his toned abs. He breathes heave while still holding onto your arms. Suddenly you feel so…hot.

“You are a demon slayer.”

With a swift motion, you free one of your hands and slap him so hard that he sees stars.

“It sure took you some time to get here! What about all the other women who died here, the countless young girls that were killed by demons you did nothing about? Why did you save me!?”

“I’m wondering that too”, Sanemi mutters under his breath.

Did you actually go inane? The way you look at him with your eyes completely furious, face and yukata smeared in your own blood. You can’t be serious about that, right?

“You should be thankful”, he finally hisses.

“Thankful!? YOU should be sorry!”

“Yeah, I’m sorry for saving you…you…you ungrateful thing!”

“I could have saved myself”, you argue.

“Oh, is that so?”

No, absolutely not. You would have died if it wasn’t for the wind hashira.

“Everything was under control”, you snap at him.

Nothing was under control. This was your last way out of your misery.

“Is it so hard to just be thankful?”, he argues.

“Who’s your new friend, Shinazugawa?”

“We aren’t friends”, both of you reply at once.

Your heavy breath hangs in the air, hands still clenched into fists. Deep down you know how wrong it is to snap at him, that the demon slayer corps aren’t responsible for the countless lives the demons took in this area. But still…Why does it have to be you they saved? Why not the girl next door who would have married the next day or the girl that was supposed to leave only days after she got killed? It’s not fair, it’s not enough, it’s-

You take a heavy step back when your vision starts to get foggy.

“I won’t catch that brat if she faints now”, the wind hashira grumbles.

“We both know you will.”

The last thing you see are his purple eyes before you fall straight into deep darkness.

-a few days later-

“She’s awake now, Shinazugawa. And she asked for you.”

He hates the way his heart skips a beat by hearing those innocent words from Shinobu. You didn’t leave his head. Despite the state of Oyakata-sama, despite the hashira training, despite the stinging fact that the king of demons himself will come for them, you were always on his mind. You, with your strong but feminine eyes. You, who jumped out of a window into certain death only to keep your body away from the mouths of these demons. You, who straight up slapped him. Was it your attitude that caught him off guard? He never experienced a woman saved by him being this ungrateful. Aren’t you aware of the fact that you would have died that night if it wasn’t for him?

“What do you want, brat?”

His words come out harsher than anticipated while your sight simply takes his breath away. Since he can remember, Sanemi was never interested in any women romantically. No, love is nothing but weakness, women mean nothing but trouble. But even though you glare at him with venomous eyes the second he enters the room, he can’t help but feel drawn towards you.

“You’re a hashira, right?”

Your words sound just as harsh as his, your gaze meeting his with so much strength that it is him who starts to feel uncomfortable.

“Yeah, I already told you that-“

“Train me”, you interrupt him.

“I want to become a demon slayer and kick your ass.”

“You, kicking my ass?”

You grab the fabric of his uniform so roughly that he isn’t able to react, suddenly so close to you that he can feel the heat radiating from your body.

“Train me.”

“Fine brat. I’ll train you. But don’t think I’ll go easy on your ass.”

-bonus-

“Try to keep up, (y/n).”

His katana clashes into yours over and over, makes it hard to stand your ground. But still you fight back, your hands holding onto your sword so tightly that your knuckles stand out white. You just have to win. There is absolutely no way you’ll lose against your master again.

Especially since he’s your lover.

“Are you tired yet?”, he teases you with a smirk.

“Absolutely not”, you press out while dodging another hit just in time.

This won’t help. If you continue to fight like this, he’ll sweep you off your feet like all these countless times before. But what are you supposed to do? It almost seems as if Sanemi has no weakness.

Except you.

“But you’ll be when I’m done”, you purr.

That sudden change of mood catches him completely off guard, forces him to hesitate for the split of a second.

Enough for you to sweep him off his feet, your body resting on top of his while your blade hangs into his face.

“I won”, you announce triumphally.

“You cheated”, he protests underneath you.

“Demons play dirty as well. You need to be prepared for everything-“

All it takes his one swift motion for him to position himself on top of you, body forcing you onto the ground before you’re able to catch a breath.

“Imma show you how dirty playing really works, then.”

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flametrashiraarchive · 10 months

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hi there!! could I request a sanemi x reader where the reader is either taken or severely injured by a demon?? I am a SLUT for a good protective angst to fluff so you may take any and all creative liberties🤭🤭

Argh this hurt so good haha. Poor 'Nemi 😭 thank you for your ask! I hope you enjoy it!

Cw for you being badly injured, blood, swearing, being in a coma. No sex, just pain and suffering (with a happy ending)

Sanemi Shinazugawa x injured reader

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Sanemi presses his hand firmly to your stomach to stem the bleeding. "Not you. Not you too. You're not fucking leaving me, understand?"

His heart is pounding in his chest, his blood running cold. The demon who injured you is already dead, but if it wasn't Sanemi would kill it all over again and again and again. How fucking dare that monster do this to you? He wants to tear it apart.

"Talk to me. Say something, goddamn it." His voice cracks as he begs you.

You're barely clinging to consciousness as you reach up and caress his face, accidentally smearing your blood across his cheek. "'Nemi… it's okay."

"No it's not fucking okay, moron."

And then you pass out, and he realizes those are the last words he may ever say to you.

It's his fault. All of it.

If he'd fought harder, been firmer with you about you staying home for this mission, taken out both demons instead of trusting you to deal with one of them. If only if only if only.

Sanemi's life has been plagued with if onlys. He presses his forehead to yours and prays. Who he is praying to, he has no idea… you, the gods, Buddah, death itself… anyone who'll listen.

"Please, please, please. Not you. Not you."

Hot tears roll down his cheeks as he keeps applying pressure to your wound. His kasugai crow is on its way to bring help. All he can do is hold in your guts and plead.

"Don't leave me alone."

He puts his cheek against yours so his lips are by your ear. "I'll marry you. I'll treat you like goddamn royalty. I'll do anything, just stay. Stay with me." His voice breaks. "Stay. With. Me. Please!"

He doesn't let go. Even when the medical squad comes to help, he keeps the pressure on your wound until they pull him off. And then he holds your hand. He holds it the entire way to the butterfly mansion. He holds it as they operate and put you in a bed to recover, as the doctors come and tell him things he can't understand. All he cares about is whether or not you'll survive.

Why won't you wake up??

It doesn't matter if you have to rest for months: he'll take care of you while you're bedridden and make sure you take your medicines exactly on time. It doesn't matter if you'll struggle with training for a while: he'll kick your ass all the way through rehab and make you even stronger. He'll change dressings, cook, clean, anything.

Just…

"Come back to me," he whispers, holding your hand to his forehead as the sun sets on the fifteenth day of your coma. "Wake up, please."

He's sleeping when you finally do.

Your vision slowly refocuses to find him resting his head on the bed beside your arm, his hand still wrapped around yours. He stirs as you run your fingers through his fluffy white hair, a faint, sleepy smile curving his lips before he snaps back to consciousness and bolts upright.

The force with which he hugs you damn near knocks you into another coma.

"Don't do that again," he whispers. "You hear me?"

It hurts, but you smile. "I love you too."

He buries his face against your neck and holds you tight, unwilling to ever let you slip away again.

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xxsabitoxx · 1 year

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Being in a secret relationship with the Wind Pillar is a lot more amusing than you thought it would be. Especially since the other pillars think the two of you hate each other's guts. Honestly they'd even go as far to say that Sanemi dislikes you more than he dislikes Giyu. Which is saying a lot. That's probably the most amusing thing about it, the shared laughter once the meetings have ended and the other pillars have gone their separate way. The moments where nobody is watching but you catch the other's gaze, the cheesiness of the wink he'll send you because of it. Coming up with the most absurd insults to yell at each other and then make fun of once you're in the privacy of the other's estate.

"Did you call me a fucking eyebrow-less imbecile?" it was one of the tamer insults but still, for some reason Sanemi found it hysterical. "I couldn't think of anything better, we almost got caught." You huffed, arms crossing over your chest as you walked beside him up the path to his estate. He didn't say anything more but you swore you heard him whisper the insult under his breath, laughing softly. Sanemi finds himself getting softer, his eyes lingering on you just a bit longer regardless of the other pillars being present. His eyes seem to glitter when you're in his presence, a rosy blush almost always on his face. Maybe that's why Mitsuri caught on to the two of you. Something about the way Sanemi's eyes seemed to overflow with adoration when he looked in your direction.

You, of course, struggled to deny her. Your eyes lingering on him from a distance as he conversed with Obanai. The way her soft squeal would reach Sanemi's ears when she realized you looked at him the same way he looked at you. Her suspicions were only encouraged when Sanemi seemed to forget where he was, who he was around. The small smile that graced his lips as he looked at you was too much to not give back, though you couldn't suppress the smile on your face even if you had wanted to. Maybe you were getting softer as well.

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