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theshinazugawaslut · 3 months

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Sanemi but he's throwing a tantrum over not getting a kiss all day

Literally lays down on the floor, screaming until he gets a kiss

a/n: i love him so much, i was re-watching that backstory episode of him and genya and I've still not physically recovered. also, sorry for being offline for a bit, I've got tonsillitis and COVID right now :( all what I've written in this drabble also apply to all AU's.

Sanemi is a surprisingly very affectionate man, anybody would look at the temperamental grump and think the opposite but you know far better: the Wind Hashira will become a pathetic, mushy mess if you so much as caress his cheek.

He feels like he doesn't deserve it but your hand is so soft, your eyes sparkle as you look at him and he feels like the sky has rained down stars and blessings onto him.

He's never let anyone get close to him, not a single person, nobody has ever known the feeling of his skin nor how he looks when he cries out as he cums. Only you do, and the thought makes him childishly proud, he's yours — what a fucking honour.

So he doesn't understand why you haven't given him one single kiss the entire day- Hell, you haven't even glanced at him, did he do something wrong?

Have you finally realised he's ugly and really not worth it? Or - this is what Sanemi thinks could be the worst case scenario - did you just not want to give him a kiss today?

He's been trailing behind you like a lost puppy all day, following after you, a small scrunch between his brows.

You're so busy, barely paying him mind, looking stressed yourself. He feels like whining and bawling on the floor just to get your attention. He's more than willing to start shrieking and shovelling dirt into his mouth just to get your attention.

You're doing so much work from the minute you cracked open your pretty eyes — you didn't even give him a morning peck and cuddle, already out the futon when Sanemi awoke (by himself; lonely, sad, cold, depressed, how could you?).

You've been training younger slayers, giving them tips and pointers; making some food for the orphaned kids down the street; sharpened yours and Sanemi's swords; went to go see a few different Hashira since they wanted some help from you, and Sanemi's been right behind you, brooding and pouting.

He's tried to get your attention multiple times, lightly tugging on your sleeve so you look at him but you just give him a gentle squeeze on his thick wrist and a small smile before turning your attention elsewhere (why the fuck do you need to help that Kamado boy?) and then he tries to pepper little kisses against your jaw while you talk to Tomioka (fuck that guy) about your last mission but you gently cover his mouth and give him that look to stop.

He finally loses his patience when you start talking to some random guy at the very front of his estate. He scowls, grabs your delicate wrist, and drags you away.

"'Nemi, my beloved, whatever are you doing-?" you say in that sweet voice of yours.

"You haven't kissed me once today!" he says; it's meant to come out as a growl, as something threatening and angry but it sounds more like an upset whine. "I've been trying to get your attention all day!"

He gives that frown of his, slight pout on his pretty lips.

"Do you want me to bark like a dog, is that it? You want- you want me to rip all my hair out and shriek like a fucking cockroach on the ground? Why haven't I gotten a single kiss? I didn't get my waking-up kiss, not my well-done kiss, not my 'cause-why-not kiss, not a kiss on my hand or my head or my hair even though I-"

He's cut off with being pulled down by his haori to be kissed by you.

Hell yeah.

You're cupping his face, fingers delicately stroking his strong jaw and soft cheeks, lips gently pressing against his, and he sighs softly into your mouth; grabbing at your wrists and holding you there.

When you pull away with a small chuckle, you ask, "There. Does that make up for it?"

"No, I want five more," he says with a sneer but his pink-dusted cheeks and dazed eyes are very telling.

#sanemi #kny sanemi #anime and manga #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #sanemi x you #kny #husband sanemi #esha answers your questions #sanemi headcanons

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mamayan · 6 months

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★Good Boy☆

Sub! Genya Shinazugawa x Soft Dom! Reader

cw: Soft Dom! Reader • Fem! Reader Coded • Sub! Genya • Fluff • Mild Angst • Hand Job (M) • Mild Teasing • Mild Overstimulation • Praise • Fingering (M) • Oral (M)

wc: 3k+

A/N: He is an angel, no one can convince me otherwise—

“Can I…?” You turned to see your sweet lover standing in the entrance of the shoji, handsome as always but wearing an unusual nervous expression.

You cock a brow expectantly, smile curving your lips. “Can you what, Genya?” There’s a teasing lilt to your tone which makes him purse his lips, pale skin beginning to flush red.

“T-Tanjiro was the one to bring it up, okay? I-I wasn’t listening to anything weird, alright?” His immediately defensive words before he’d even asked permission was a telling sign for you as interest sparked in your eyes. That made him even more nervous, but the sight of you sitting and being so patient made it even more difficult for him not to ask.

“Alright Genya, I understand. Now go ahead and tell me.” You weren’t asking, but your tone hadn’t changed. It didn’t matter though, as Genya immediately spit it out at your command.

“C-Can I lay my head on your l-lap?!” He’d all but screamed it. Panting as if it’d taken an incredible amount of effort to speak the sentence, the demon slayer with physical abilities that few could contend with appeared all but starved for oxygen. Those wide dark amethyst eyes are bloodshot and a little teary at the edges as he stared fervently at you.

“Yes?” You’d expected something different. Less innocent at least.

His face lights up though, and it makes any disappointment dissolve in the face of such a gorgeous display of happiness. His sweet smile and flushed cheeks make you coo, shifting yourself to sit in a more formal position as he scurries and secures a spot on your thighs with his head.

He lays himself almost stiffly on your lap, his large body frozen as if you’d change your mind if he were to move too much. You chuckle in amusement, his eyes flicking up to where you leaned over him. “Relax sweet boy, close your eyes.” He was too cute to deny right now, especially as he obeys with almost too much enthusiasm and tightly shuts his eyes with more concentration than necessary. You help him out, smoothing your hand lightly over his face, trailing down his cheeks and jaw with a feather light touch. He’s stuck between feeling like wanting to claw out of his own skin and melting in it. Your soft touch leaves him vulnerable, but as does the position which situates you over him, almost like he’s being protected. Genya ponders the last time he’s felt safe like this, but thoughts of his family and Sanemi hurt his chest too much to dwell long on, so he enjoys the fluffy feeling beginning to consume him and his mind.

“How was your day, my love?” He hates how much he adores your sweet names for him. As if each one is a balm to soothe his frayed nerves for each time he’s been hurt or insulted. He’s unable to deny a single request or command from you, nor does he particularly want to either. “I trained with Tanjiro, the dumb guy. He keeps getting stronger, while I’m just…” he grits his teeth, words not coming as easily as he tries to formulate the correct words which would describe his own inferiority to Tanjiro—

“Just what?” You goad.

“While I’m just me,” he doesn’t look at you anymore, eyes focused on the other end of the room as if his greatest enemy stands like a ghost in the corner. “I’m just me, I don’t have any cool ancestors or fancy breathing styles, I ain’t like ‘Nemi—,” you gently tilt his face back up towards you, eyes so warm he stutters on his words and stops entirely. How could you look at him like that? When he’s like this?

“You don’t need to be like him though, do you? You’re perfect just the way you are, sweet boy. Have I not shown you already? Your effort, your strength, your perseverance… they’re all yours, right?” His breathing nearly halts, so focused on your words he feels himself going light headed, “Focus on what you can do and focus on coming back to me. Isn’t that enough?” A single tear slides down his cheek, gaze blurry with the ones unshed as his chest fills with adoration and admiration for you.

“Don’t cry ‘Nya, I haven’t even done anything yet,” your teasing words make him flush deeper, the innuendo not lost on him despite his embarrassment.

“I-I ain’t cryin’!” He flinches as you inflict a small pinch to his cheek, “Sorry…” he apologizes quickly for yelling.

“Why are you embarrassed? Don’t you like when I play with you?” He wants to melt into the floor, but he’s trapped by the soft pillow of your thighs beneath his head and neck. Of course he liked it, he loved it even, but admitting it aloud was the most difficult for him. His silent trembling and watery gaze weren’t convincing enough apparently. Your hand leaves his soft tresses, smoothing down his neck and onto his chest where he tenses under the delicate pressure.

“That’s too bad ‘Nya, I really want to play with you now but… since you don’t like it, I won’t force you.” He nearly jolts up, but halts in fear of damaging your hand in his carelessness, instead panicking.

“N-no! I like it! I really, really like it,” his honest declarations are the easiest to achieve when he’s not given time to think of some crass response or lie, “Y-you always make me feel, well, good, really good,” he looks ready to burst, his cute expression almost too much for you as you withhold your laughter.

“Oh…? What do you like best then, sweet boy?” You knew he was close to his verbal limit, but to not push him until he couldn’t take anymore would be a waste since he so sweetly offered himself up like this.

Genya choked as your hand drifted lower, unable to control his body even with deep breathing as his pants began to feel tighter.

“I like… when you touch me, like this,” it feels like his throat is closing up. Your sweet hum of affirmation and your hand drifting lower was incentive enough to keep going. “When you—fuck,” his eyes nearly roll back just from you teasing the edges of his belt line.

“Finish your sentence, or we can stop here.”

“Wh-when you touch my cock—,” he looks like a boiled octopus, so red and flustered as he twitches helplessly beneath your hand. His eyes meet your own, as if asking if that was the right answer to get what he wants, no, needs from you.

He feels almost betrayed when you only lightly skim his stiff cock with the tips of your fingers, smile still in place as he gasps and jerks despite the minimal stimulation.

“I’m touching it, baby. Just how you like,” he wished you’d end the teasing, weak to your voice and touch as he grows closer to his breaking point.

“M-more please, like you usually do—,” his tone is getting whinier and more desperate.

“How do I usually do it…?” You drag one finger just up to the tip, chuckling as his hips hump uselessly up for even a tiny bit more friction. You deny him of course, playing dumb while dragging your finger around the opening where pre-cum was already pearling up.

He huffs, a light moan being drawn when you press down on his opening. “Y-you grip it, fuck, my cock—please, I-I need you,” there it was, your smile widens as tears spill freely, his eyes finally losing their defiance and cocky attitude in favor of showing you the sweet softness he holds beneath the surface just for you.

“There’s my sweet boy, I was wondering where’d you been~” you coo and give in finally, curling your fingers around his poor leaking cock and tightening until his breath became lodged in his throat and his body stiffened. “My sweet boy always tells me what he wants, doesn’t he?” You give no warning, only jerking him harshly and quickly, loving the way his eyes flash with pleasure and trepidation. Genya can’t speak anymore, only choked gasps and moans escaping as you drive him towards a quick and viscious end, back arching up, head pressing deeper into your thighs. “Wa—ngh—c-cum—please, I—!” Drool slides down the corner of his mouth as he brokenly begs for permission.

“Of course you can cum, sweet boy. Make a mess for me, ‘Nya” and he does, the vigorous stimulation right after being teased has him tumbling down the cliff’s edge as he shoots ropes of thick hot cum all over your hand inside his pants.

“Ah—!” He always cums with such emotion you can help but lean deeper and swallow his cries, tongue easily invading his mouth and tasting the sweets he likely shared with Tanjiro earlier.

He jerks as you continue your fast and unending pace, hand able to work him easier now that his cum has lubed himself up.

“S’too much—!” He can only cry against your lips, clearly becoming overwhelmed and overstimulated but you merely hush him with another kiss as he’s forced to cum again, though much less coming out but not at the cost of pleasure as his mind goes completely blank as pain bleeds into the orgasm.

When you pull away, he’s left as a true mess on your lap, dazed expression languid and body completely pliant now.

As a slayer, he’s quick to recover, eyes lazily tracking your hand coming out of his pants, sticky with his release as you bring it to your lips and make a show of licking it up.

When his cock jumps to life again under the lewd display, you happily share in the experience and press two fingers against his lips.

He doesn’t even think as he parts them, your fingers pressing in and forcing his own release inside his mouth. He cleans your fingers eagerly, less shy now and with vigor.

“Good boy, ‘Nya, clean them good, okay? Get them nice and wet, I plan to fuck your ass with them.” He nearly passes out at your vulgar language, face becoming completely molten as you work your fingers around in his mouth, rubbing against his tongue while his eyelids grow heavy. “Does that sound nice? Do you want that, Genya?” The use of his full name lets him know he needs to answer or you’ll stop. You pull your fingers away so he can speak.

“Yes, yes please, I-I want that.” He doesn’t hesitate, knowing full well you can and will deny him if he’s slow to reply. You smile and plunge your fingers back into his mouth, swirling them a bit and even intentionally poking a little too deep to see his eyes water. “Such a good boy, my good boy,” you murmur, and his heart swells at your claiming of him.

Once you’re satisfied, you pull them free with an audible pop, saliva nicely coating them while Genya sits up, expression akin to a puppy eager to please its master for a treat.

“Strip and lay down for me,” you order softly, voice never rising but command firm all the same. It sends shivers down his spine, the ability to completely let his guard down and let you make the decisions for him, let you lead him because without a doubt he trusts you.

“Slow down,” you chuckle and tell him, slowing his violently fast movements to strip into a more normal pace so you can watch his skin be revealed like a present being unwrapped. He’s scarred, a physical reminder he’s survived, but not without cost and pain. His sinewy muscles are revealed as he folds and sets aside his top like you enjoy, his upper body bare, pale skin tinged pink like his face, veins bulging out as he trembles under your stare. He’s embarrassed and aroused, painfully aroused, but it wasn’t anything new in your presence. You set him on fire, made him melt into a puddle. He’s trembling even as he stands and pulls his pants down, adorable white underwear stained and soaked from his earlier release, his cute cock smacking against his skin with a wet noise as he pulls them down and releases it.

Down his lithe muscular legs, Genya fully undresses for you, obeying and sitting back down on the tatami mat below and letting his body lay out.

“So good for me, knees up and legs spread baby,” you coo, kneeling down as well after removing a few layers yourself. He’s star struck, eyes unable to look away from your perfect figure he very much wishes to worship, licking his drying lips in anticipation.

He stays as still as possible, only twitching a little as you blow cool air on the dark reddened tip of his plush cock, the leaking tip mostly hidden by his foreskin. “Keep your eyes on me, okay? If you look away, I’ll stop.” His pupils dilate, watching as you pull his foreskin down and reveal the sensitive tip, tongue slipping out to lick him. He’s panting and you’ve hardly even begun, hands clenched in shaky fists, nails digging into his skin as he struggles to keep his eyes locked with yours as you slowly open your mouth and let a glob of spit roll down his shaft. He wants to burst, ready to cum again by sight alone but he doubts you’ll give him permission to cum before you’ve had your fill yet.

Then he feels the cool wet sensation on the tight ring of muscle below, his balls drawing up as you gently prod with a single digit until he breathes out and relaxes, earning a smile from you as your finger slips inside of him. It doesn’t even burn, only a slightly alien sensation at first as you gradually wiggle and stretch his hole, pad of your finger lightly grazing his prostate.His eyes roll back as a loud moan escapes him, hips jerking up and smearing a line of pre-cum across your lips and cheek as he stutters.

It’s too late when you completely pull away, finger leaving him as well as you sit back patiently. His eyes went wide with panic, “N-no wait—! I-I’m sorry, please, Y/N, I’ll be good, please,” his desperate little pleas tumbling out freely. “I’m not upset ‘Nya, my good boy, I just need you to look at me baby, you can be good and do that right?” He’s nodding before you even finish, a pretty flutter of dark hair moving where his mohawk rests. “Be good, I’ll be good,” he affirms, eyes so serious and strained you giggle, moving back again to his cock twitching desperately for any attention you’re willing to give it.

Genya gasps in shock as you give him two fingers this time, his ass stretching just enough for a tiny burn before it fades as you lock your lips around his cock, swirling your tongue under the skin around his tip. His eyes water, unblinking as they look at you, and you’re blessed with the sight of them finally falling as he grits his teeth and whines for you. Your fingers prod and brush his prostate, warm tongue so gentle and sweet compared to your calculated thrusts into his hole, his whines becoming delirious moans while he pants and drools, face fucked out and so cute you can’t help taking more of his cock into your mouth. He feels so good, a building thrum of pleasure swirling from both his cock and ass it’s turning his brain to mush.

“I-I need, please may I, Y/N—!” He howls your name, one eye nearly closing but he holds strong when you suck particularly hard on him. “May I cum, fuck, please, please I need—!” Tears flow freely now, his dark purple eyes reddened on the corners as they spill down his cheeks while his hips thrust up begging for release.

You pull off with a pop, free hand working his cock still just like before as he grunts almost as if in pain but you know he’s simply holding on by a thread.

“Cum for me ‘Nya, let go baby,” you encourage, and he does. Unable to deny you a single thing and truly unable to stop the white hot pleasure which rips through him as his cock twitches and spurts his hot load. You open your lips, catching his cum in your mouth as he gasps and writhes below, sweet moans and whines filling the space as you gently work him down. You pull your fingers free at last, his tight ring twitching too as you do.

He’s left a sweaty satiated mess when you pull up, easily crawling over him and slotting your lips against his. Genya opens, groaning as you push his cum into his mouth, his salty sweet taste now filling his senses along with the taste of you.

You kiss him with all the love you feel, only pulling away when you need the air finally, adoration and awe covering your slayer’s cute face.

“I love you,” he looks so vulnerable saying it, as if you rejecting him might destroy his fragile heart.

You’d never do such a thing though.

“I love you too, my sweet boy, my Genya,” and he’s gone as you affirm his love. As you claim him.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, and we can have dinner.” Your aftercare is nothing short of perfection, and while he’s shy in receiving such tender care and love he’s been deprived of so long, he’s unable to deny how lovely it is to be cherished like this. He might still not be on the best of terms with his brother, but he knows a safe space will always remain in your arms.

“Y/N…,” you look up, his eyes shining with tears again but this time his smile is filled with gratitude. “Thank you,” his voice is hoarse, but you laugh, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into your chest as you kiss his head.

Dividers by/@cafekitsune

#Sub! Genya Shinazugawa #soft dom! reader #I’m a sap I know #He’s too cute though #I wanna peg him too lol #dom! reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny smut #genya shinazugawa #genya smut #Genya Shinazugawa x reader #Genya Shinazugawa x reader smut #kny Genya #kny Genya smut #kny Genya x reader smut #demon slayer smut

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vampcubus · 10 months

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Okay. So. Sanemi's not one that likes to relinquish control, like at all. The vulnerability is a bit too offputting, he likes control, but with a little manhandling (in more ways than one) he becomes more pliant under his lovers hands. He would hate admitting he even likes being disciplined too, he'd never willingly admit to enjoy having his ass and thighs struck in warning when he starts getting defiant, barking out swears until he has a gag shoved in his mouth. How to make him melt? "Why can't you just be good to me, pretty boy? Are you really above being ridden into next evening?" He wants that, he loves being used like that. How to shut him up? Ball gags, or face sitting. Use the latter as a reward he always gets off on you sitting on his face.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, bratty!sub!sanemi, fem!dom!reader, gagging, brat taming, facesitting, oral (f!receiving), light master kink, rambly, not proofread.

I wholeheartedly agree!! It feels jarring to have control swept out from under him, and he inevitably protests the idea, baring his teeth at you. But when commands don't suffice, you switch tactics, manhandling him the way you want him instead of bothering to ask him nicely or bark out orders. His face burns with humiliation at how his cock swells when you pin him down and have your way with him, sticking your fingers or makeshift gags between his teeth when he snarls.

In truth, he likes to be used like a toy. Even as he hisses curses and hurls insults, calling you names as if he doesn't like it, he doesn't resist your touches. His traitorous body arches into every graze of your fingertips over his scarred flesh, practically tossing his hips into your hand as it envelops his thick cock, pumping him too slow to reach orgasm but too fast to relax.

It's really quite cute the way his body jerks and seeks out your searing touches, even when his poor dick is red and overstimulated, head nearly purpling as you wrench orgasm after orgasm from him.

If he gets too mouthy for your taste, feel free to take a seat on his face and watch his eyes roll back. His tongue seeks out your cunt without urging, sliding between your puffy folds to lap at your sweet juices. And the way he groans against your pussy when you grind against his tongue, clenching your fingers in his hair and guiding his face how you want it... his hands almost always claw at your thighs, not to push you away, but to tug you impossibly closer.

He'll whine and growl that he wants your whole weight on his face, "You said you were gonna take a fucking seat, so do that. I can take it... so, please." And you can only grin through the fog of pleasure, tilting your head to the side at his spacey expression.

"Oh yeah? Want me to use your mouth like a whore, huh?" you drawled, and he shudders, fingernails digging into the meat of your thighs. It's a clear 'fuck yes', but you want to hear him say it anyways, only fluttering your lashes all innocently when his lavender hues plead with your own, pretending not to understand. "Say it, 'nemi. Say you want me to use your mouth."

"I hate you- fuck! Use my mouth, please!" he forces out, drool practically pooling down his chin when you lift your hips out of reach. "Come back, shit- I'm sorry. Use my tongue to cum, master. Please."

#‧₊🦇˚⊹ ashi writes #whoopsie... went overboard...#i got excited!#sub!sanemi #sub sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #fem!reader #female reader #n/sfw

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demoiselettes · 1 year

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It’s Valentine’s Month!

⤥♡ in the Taisho Era!

To commemorate the festival of love, your favorite boys have a little something planned for you, aren’t you lucky? Entertain them, won’t you?

➙ ♡ Event will start on 7th of February and will end on the 14th.

➙ ♡ Fics in this event will be short ficlets.

➙ ♡ reblogs are gratefully appreciated!

➙ ♡ if anyone wants to be tagged, i’d gladly do so, just comment on this post or send a request through my askbox!

➙ ♡ Host- @demoiselettes, event idea by @bunny-n3zuk0 <3

➙ ♡ Works featured in this event will be tagged with #nan’s valentine.

Featuring.

- Rengoku Kyojuro- Forbidden fruit -

- Tomioka Giyuu- Valentine’s calling! -

- Sabito- Why wait? -

- Shinazugawa Sanemi- Sweet memories-

- Agatsuma Zenitsu- Inked under your sleeve-

-Kamaboko Squad- To keep warm-

Reminder that this is not nsfw/ 18+, and will only contain sfw works. Each day will feature only one character.

@taisho-era-secret , @m5dearbri , @oba-and-nemis-side-hoe , @holywaterforevery3ne , @bunny-n3zuk0 , @inufinuf , @its-mellow , @awalkingshame , @lauvissa , @lun4rl0ser , @crimsonkenjii-writes , @brokeniced , @potofstewie

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creative-kny-fics · 9 months

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i would love if you could write one for me! if it’s not to much, idc how is the ler and lee and what the scenario is but thank you! your legit so sweet and kind

Well, I've been cruel to Giyuu in previous fics-. So this time I'll be softer- (sorry for take you request so long..)

Lee: Giyuu Tomioka

Ler: Sanemi Shinazugawa

'I am happy to know that thanks to the hashiras, you have been able to recover your smile. It's very pretty Giyuu' 'With all due respect Oyakata-sama, my smile isn't pretty'

'Giyuu, I've only seen you laugh a few times before I completely lost my sight, too. According to the others, they themselves say that your smile is pretty and that you act like a child', Giyuu was embarrassed, wait... They had talked about that?! He wouldn't believe it until he see it

Giyuu undertook an investigation, asking everyone their opinion and their answers left much to be desired.

Kocho: Actually, yes Tomioka. You act like a little boy, that's why we usually love to tickle you.

Mitsuri: Eeee! Tomioka-san! You blush so cute! And you laugh like a child!

Obanai: I hate you, but to Mitsuri you are an angel when you laugh. You better stop being one, idiot.

Uzui: Your smile is very extravagant Tomioka

Rengoku: Umu! I agree with Tengen! It's very sweet! You remind me of Senjuro

Muichiro: I seem to remember you laughing. But, yes, you laugh very nicely nii-chan!

Himejima: I may not be able to see, but your laughter brings me peace

'Oi, what's wrong with you?', Sanemi peeked into Giyuu's room, finding him curled up as he looked at the wall. 'Aha yeah, what's wrong with you Giyuu? I thought you didn't act that way anymore'

'Nemi, be honest with your answer. Do I look cute?', Giyuu turned and met Sanemi's eyes, but immediately rose from his position as Sanemi tried to fight the blush on him cheeks.

'You too?! Ahaaaaa!', Giyuu covered his face with his haori, he had already struggled with that 'stage' and now it returned to him again.

'Me too what? Giyuu, there's nothing wrong with being cute. I say, ehhh. Forget it, OK?!'

'I'm not cute Shinazugawa! And I don't act like a child!'

'You're throwing a tantrum like a child right now,' Giyuu got up and rested his face on Sanemi's chest.

'Hug me', and says not to be a child-

'I am not cute. I'm not a baby. I'm nothing like that!!', Sanemi raised his eyebrows (lol). Ok no, Sanemi took a good look at Giyuu and smiled softly, coming down and giving a little prick to Giyuu's belly, who responded with a squeal.

'Are you sure about that? Another jab. 'S-Sanemi! No! Eeee!', Giyuu fought him smile. Giyuu please accept it, you are just like a baby when you are tickled

'Why do you deny the obvious? You're adorable!'

'I'm nohohot! Shinazugawa! Plehehease!', we knew you wouldn't last that long. 'Please what? Please show you that you are truly adorable when you get tickled? Of course!'

'Gyah! Nehehehemi! Mmmmm! A-ah! Nohohoho! I rehehehefuse!', Sanemi smiled warmly, he loved that childish behavior of his boyfriend.

Sanemi couldn't help but pull him closer and gently kiss his neck.

'Ah! Sahahahanemi! Nohoho! Stahahahap! Eeeee! Nehehehemihihi! Ahhhh! NEHEHEHEMI!', it had only gone up from his belly to him armpits, but it seems like it was too much for Giyuu-

'What's *kiss* up *kiss* Tomioka? *smooch* Perphaps it's *kiss* too much for you? *smooch*'

'I'M SOHOHORRY! I CAHAHAN'T HEHEHELP IT! NEHEHEHEMI! STAHAHAHAP!', Sanemi laughed with him, it had only been so little for his boyfriend to start kicking in the air like a small child and cover his flushed face with the sleeves of his haori.

'Ohohokey ok, I'll stop~', and yep, it did stop. 'Thahat's nohot fahahair!', Giyuu leaned against him boyfriend's chest, hugging him and giving him a small kiss on his cheek before getting comfortable and sleeping.

'So cute~', Sanemi thought before hugging him and falling asleep with him too

#demon slayer tickling #demon slayer tickle #ler!sanemi #lee!giyuu #contains sanegiyuu #i love them okey?!

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nuwildcat · 1 year

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Cocktails and an Irish WIP Wednesday

Happy WIP Wednesday Team! I know it’s stab Caesar Day, but it will shortly be St. Paddy’s Day and given my Irish roots I decided to dip my toe into writing some fae lore. While torturing myself with this I managed to pull @luckydragon10 in with me! We’ve both crafted some Gaelic stories for your enjoyment with a nice side bonus of monster fucking, because why not?

Silvered Perceptions is getting an update tomorrow! Because of that you all are getting a cocktail recipe here!

The High Horse

Chill a Martini glass using ice and set aside.

1 1/2 ounces aged rum

1/2 ounce kirsch brandy

1/2 ounce cherry liqueur

1/2 ounce sweet vermouth

2 dashes Angostura bitters

Combine in a mixing glass with ice. Stir mixture until well chilled, 30-45 seconds. Strain into chilled Martini glass and garnish with a brandied cherry.

As for our Irish Snippet! I have wandered into uncharted territories here. @dr-lemurr is all to blame here for tossing an awesome prompt into the KP Kink Meme. So for this fic you’ve got a new flavor from me, Kim/Chay! Here’s a little taste test for you before it gets posted on Friday with Nemi’s beasty.

Without further ado, I give you a sample of The Death of Autumn:

All around him, autumn is slowly dying, the frost creeping in and leeching the life away from plants that will go dormant over the winter. Bugs no longer hum in the air and animals have gone sleepy and quiet. The silence of winter is starting to descend.

The tug in Chay’s gut lights up as he thinks, like a compass pointing him due north. He scrambles up, smearing mud on his sweater and knocking dried leaves from the seat of his pants. He plods off in the direction his instincts are calling. The song that he created with Kim is humming underneath his skin, and Chay has to let it out.

It doesn’t take long for him to come to a clearing. Chay knows this part of the woods. In the summer this field is full of flowers, now it is a dullish brown. He can see a figure standing across the way, shrouded in shadows despite the fact that the sun has not yet fully set. Chay steps out into the field and tries to get a better look at the figure. In doing so he freezes in place, stunned by what he sees.

It’s been unraveling in his head the whole day, clues and hints that he hadn’t put together at the time. The things Kim was doing that didn’t add up, or couldn’t be explained. All of it pointed to the fact that Kim was not the human he masqueraded as. Chay is now certain that the boy he met a few weeks ago is in fact fae. As he approaches the shadowed figure, he knows it’s Kim.

Chay isn’t afraid. He’s never truly been afraid of Kim, even when he should have been. But this isn’t Kim. This isn’t the awkward man who watched him in the woods. This isn’t the man who has kept Chay company while Porsche is missing. This is something else entirely.

If you need a little more Irish in your life go check out Nemi’s little snippet! Sealed with a Kiss, I both love and hate the pun...

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stxrmnight · 5 months

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You're Gonna have a Bad Time

Boy, Garlemald looks cold and I've experienced -20 C

Though she knew not relaying her identity would be concealing enough, Nemi elected to wear a mask like protective gear for her eyes. Extra precaution wouldn't hurt right?

I think I failed this two times

"...? He's dead?"

"Wow, they taught their kids to kill themselves. I'm glad to not be related to this shithole. Alisaie, Alphinaud, don't take this too far. This is an atrocity of their own making."

Really, she felt nothing... and that was probably what was saddest about it. It was an inevitability from the profound hatred Emet as Soluz folstered rather than give a whole nation a real way forward. The pig was fat enough for the slaughter by the string on its taut ribcage.

Is this the start of her paternal trends?

THIS WITH THE ENSHROUD ON?!!

Oh and for the note, she channeled this every step and almost giggling cause who said she agreed to keep silent :)

Of course not to a dangerous degree but definitely indulging in beinh nonchalant

...what was this about again? At least making a Dark Knight reference was delightful. I guess she could weaponize niceness as well specially with how obnoxiously bright like the sun she is when talking. Everyone malds because oh why is this foreigner so pleasant in voice and sweetness when she wants to be

GIRL... WE HAVE THE SAME FUCKING EARS WHAT ARE YOU ON

LMAO

I still think we were being too polite overall hehe

Damn even your playgrounds looked like shit. Why not conscript some interior designers to fix your park at least. are you like british and spices

I'm sorry Alisaie she'll take every opportunity to be silly

God Lucia I'm so sorry. Seeing your birthplace self destruct itself must be so disheartening

This is right after coming back to camp right? I think Nemi might have felt joyous enough to give him a hug for this. Bard boys always the best

Everyone is so sweet... Nemi truly thought that even with the communal hurdles, at least everyone could be safer and hale and the worst could be avoided

Despite all her flippant behavior... Nemi did go and fetch every call for help, not to prove anything but just to get more survivors safe. She didn't say anything if no one was grateful at base and just gestured sarcastically like, "would you prefer to find them frozen?"

Oh, Nemi thinks it's cowardice. All alive will be left to question and answer for their crimes, and it did nothing but distress everyone who believed in him. I don't recall what the second line is for, but it fits for burying behind such lines of thinking.

God they really just gave us lesbian Sadu. There is no other explanation for this

Why did the devs not give him a coat :(

Oh she had to forget about Fandaniel being a true tormenter. In from the Cold goes from bad to worse in my canon and the trauma does linger affecting Nemi personally. It shall be a separate post...

After all that traumatic experience happened, it would be Fray who is actually controlling her body while she mentally rests. To the Scions they don't pretend, but to others they answer just as Nemi would. She really agonized on what could have been different for Zenos to not develop his obsession, which made him give Fandaniel the resources and name power to carry out this violence.

Just why did she have to be tracked in her mind and been so, thoroughly invaded and used against herself? With what had happened to her as a teen, her body felt like a trap.

She didn't wake up until Fray stepped foot on the moon...

#story #enw #/#//#///#ilsabard contingent #in from the cold #fray myste #i guess non romanric tag since #alisaie

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katsukikitten · 1 year

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Double Date with @cherrykamado

Sanemi, Cherry, Hakuji, Kitten

Double Date Location: LAAAA PLAAAYAAAAAA

The boys roll their eyes and take us to the beach for the umpteenth time. Where we spend all day in the sun and under umbrellas. The guys go up to the boardwalk or beach side town to get us some dinner when we've run out of fruits and drinks.

Me taking pictures of you and Nemi being all cute in the ocean that is particularly calm today. Hakuji a little more clingy in the water than usual, giving me small pecks on my cheeks and throat. While Sanemi feels bold, happy to pull you to him and press his face into your sunkissed skin and he dotes on you. Calling you his beautiful summer blossom.

We sip on sweet wines as the sun goes down and they clink their beers as a half assed cheers to another good day with their favorite girls while the sky melds into pretty oranges and pinks knowing full well they'll have to take us back every day we all share off until summer is over 🖤

#kitten plays games 🖤🐈‍⬛ 🎮

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daswarschonkaputt · 2 years

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[me writing notfic for big/tay seeing u nd nemi writing kinnporschetay] SAME HAT ✪ ω ✪ lmao im so excited for ur project im looking forward to seein my sweet baby boy get some ot3 love uwu. the fruity water glass killed me lol. keeping my eyeballs peeled on this space 👀👀👀

SAME HAT welcome to tay hell -- or tay heaven as we call it in these parts

Re: the fruity water glass, there was actually a line that got cut where tay was trying to figure out if porsche making his glass fruity was a microaggression or not but I couldn't make it flow. BUT i am very pleased to report that my tradition of porsche making gay jokes continues in this fic. Its what he deserves.

#asked and answered #fic: on the rocks #kinnporschetay

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 2 years

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Glamrock Bonnibel & Nemesis The Hedgehog (2022)

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Credit for Sonic The Hedgehog goes to Sega

Credit for Scourge The Hedgehog goes to Mike Kanterovich & Patrick Spaziante

Credit for FNAF series goes to Scott Cawthon

Credit for FNAF: Security Breach goes to Steel Wool Studios

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I was originally going to have her go by the nickname “Candy”

but after remembering there is a Candy, I decided to change the nickname to something else.

the idea that the reason why Bonnibelle was to go by the nickname “Candy”,

because of the whole Bonbon meaning Candy, but if she went by that nickname Bonbon it would be too obvious, probably...

plus even if she does go by the nickname Bonbon as well, she shouldn’t be confused for the one who hangs out with Funtime-Freddy.

but the reason why she could try to hide who she is, can have to do with Monty, like it turning out that the Bonnie who wears a bowling shirt was her replacement, but instead of being part of the band, he ends up working at that bowling place in the Pizzaplex.

Bonnibelle or Belle, doesn’t hold anything against the Other Bonnie, and could view him as a little brother.

the damage to her original suit, end up being replaced by a unused design of Glamrock Bonnie.

like the idea that Glamrock Bonnie was suppose to be female, but decided to change them back to being male.

her endoskeleton head, was placed into a smaller endoskeleton body,

that are the same size that Chica is, and possibly Roxanne.

Belle ends up being reassigned to work that place where the doors to different party rooms are at.

and I’m guessing the Televisions are there so anyone in those rooms, can watch the show performed by the Glamrocks.

it be interesting that if in the original trailer for the game, that it was Glamrock Bonnibelle who was talking to Gregory, like back when she was still going by the name Bonnie.

as for Nemesis, or just “Nemy” for short....

who can also use the name “Felicity” as a undercover name, like her using fur dye to color her fur a Lavender Pink color and use color contact lenses to make her eyes look dark blue instead of their normal light blue.

she could do this to hide from Sonic and the Others, and even putting on the sweet and innocent act, even with the voice, to hide who she really is.

we could call Nemesis from Yandere Simulator, by the nickname "Nemy" as well.

not everyone has to like this idea, but these two are technically Alternate Counterparts of Scourge and Glamrock Bonnie.

it’s okay that only some like the idea of these two becoming Transgender.

and just so everyone knows, no I did not name Bonnibelle’s nickname “Belle”

after Bunnie and Antoine’s daughter Belle, or Eggman’s daughter Belle.

but the name Belle does seem to fit, of course Monty would be the “Beast”

and Bonnibelle would be the Beauty.

like the fight would be Beauty Vs The Beast....

Belle’s new form allows her to jump really super high up, so if she acts as another guardian for Gregory, she could possibly keep him safe and be able to jump or hop away from the others.

Belle could of learned self-defense when she was absent, and can hold her on in a fight against both Monty and Roxy.

Bonnibelle has a upgrade that also gives her super strength, so picture her picking up Monty and throwing him away from Gregory when he is about to grab him.

also I had realized that if Nemesis who is another version of Scourge,

is only interested in girls and has no interest in boys, would that make her a Lesbian...?

well my Fan Headcanon of Cala Maria from the Cuphead Au: Casino Cups,

is that she is a Lesbian or she is Bi or Hetero and already has either a boyfriend or some guy she is interested in that isn’t Mugman.

her being a Lesbian is my top Fan Headcanon and Theory.

Mugman might like her, but she’s on the fence.

you know like that song where the girl likes this boy, but it turns out he likes boys, and she’s him but he’s on the fence.

is it weird that I hope she is a Lesbian in that Au....?

and that Devil being the only one who knew this, and the others who work at his Casino or will in the future, were clueless about her being a Lesbian.

if that theory is true, then someone has to be gentle with breaking the news to Muggy, even if he might be heartbroken at first, he could slowly get over it and just enjoy being her good friend.

it be interesting if Amy Rose, Rouge, Cream and Sticks dragged Nemesis around for a girls day out to shop and eat some sweets...

I wouldn’t mind eating some sweets right now.

anyway remember, these two are Alternate versions of the Scourge and Bonnie.

also I want to say that the plan to edit Ken Penders name from the other drawings I did and I posted here....I wasn’t able to get around to them...

because of a message that was sent to me that had to do with “still give him credit.” but I just don’t feel he deserves it after the whole mess...

Scott Cawthon still deserves it, because he ended up being a victim of some big misunderstanding, that kind of made him a scapegoat in a way.

he trusted the wrong people, and according to some info it had ended up getting some people mad at him.

if he had known that woman was two-faced and wasn’t really for LGBTQ

possibly even LGBTQA....

then he would of not made that mistake, the best thing for him is to try to be careful and stay safe after the whole incident.

and it wasn’t just that woman who caused trouble for him, which ended up causing some people to go into “Toxic-Fan” mode.

if he had known about the whole Anti-LGBTQ thing, he wouldn’t of gave those disgusting inhuman clods donation.

and if he made other donations to the wrong people, he wouldn’t of known...

and yet people got mad at him and didn’t even bother to think that it was possible he was made a victim because he trusted those who had said they were for something, but really they weren’t.

it might of been a good thing that he retired, and yet there is something I didn’t know about......that he died....I will talk more about it in another post after this.

Steel Wool Studios, is the new adoptive parent of FNAF and I hope they keep the work going for as long as they can, but make sure to take breaks so not to overwork themselves.

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Edit Of 6/16/2022:

editing this to say, that I just found out that Scott wasn’t killed after all....and in fact, that the “News” place that had first wrote it...

as a freaking prank news site...it’s called “Channel46News”

lucky I was only fooled yesterday and found out the truth the next day.....it doesn’t mean that prank was okay, and it had fooled me and possibly others who didn’t know it was a prank news site...

that was low and uncool, that prank had crossed a line in my option.

even if some knew it was a prank news site, and might of found it funny.

but I will never find it funny, hopefully they can be more careful on how they use a prank site, and don’t pull that crud again.

#sonic the hedgehog #fnaf security breach #crossover fanart #glamrock bonnie #scourge the hedgehog #transgender flag #june 2022

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t-tomuras · 7 days

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Hiiiii my darling vixen & welcome back return of the king (t-tomuras blog name) <3

💖 if you’re still doing self ship headcanons but I MUST hear some about radiofox in return hehe ily darling and your theme is very fun and looks incredible!!!

Selfship Headcanons by Vixen

Return of the king indeeeed I missed it so much 😭 thank you my love.

✧･ﾟTo this DAY I love to think about Nemi’s ears turning red or a dusting of the color to his cheeks whenever you give him cute nicknames or more affection that normal. I don’t think he’ll ever be over it because it’s like the sweetest most genuine and innocent forms of love and affection.

✧･ﾟI love the idea of Nagi always being able to take naps whenever but he sleeps better whenever you’re tucked under his arm. Subconsciously pulls tighter and falls deeper asleep when you crawl into the covers with him or lean against him. Good luck waking him up at all if Reo joins in, just assume you guys are dead to the world for a solid 4 hours at least (he’s GOING to complete that rem cycle)

✧･ﾟAAAAA the idea of a cute little festival date is so heavy on my mind and I think it’s Satoru’s favorite thing. Dressed in traditional clothing to wander the streets and play little games and I think he’d definitely tug you along to sample all of his favorite sweets at the vending stalls. I think he likes to go through with you to try new sweets and it’s a good memory for him.

AAAA Radiofox is always in the back of my mind. I’ve talked about it with Oz hehe and she drew me the cutest thing ever but basically Alastor likes the draw and he’s pretty good at it all things considered. And with our growing relationship (as foreign and strange as it might be for him especially) he doodled a little thing about me that he left on his desk and one of the little egg bois got ahold of and brought it to me.

Art by my beloved @/ghostbeam

#➛ asks #➛ kail

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mamayan · 7 months

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this event is so exciting!! Can I request 12,24,66, and 45 with Sanemi Shinazugawa?? Tyy

Bang! … No bullet was shot—

Sanemi Shinazugawa

“I told you to sit on my face, not hover baby.” || Carnivore || Hot stove || Bully

tw: NSFW • Implied Bullying • College AU • Oral (F) • Dubcon (sorta) • Blackmail • Fem! Reader

wc: 796

“We’re on campus, please ‘Nemi, stop—,” your plea goes ignored as the bulky white haired male drags you into an empty classroom, flailing useless against muscles trained through years of kendo.

“You still callin’ me that dumb fuckin’ nickname?” He acts irritated, but he’s more focused on your exposed thighs as he licks his lips.

“If ya didn’t want this, why’re ya not wearin’ panties nerd?” He hums, burning amethyst gaze searing you with its intensity. You gasp when he doesn’t hesitate to grab your bare ass beneath your skirt and press you up against him, his smirk smug as he grinds his erection against you. “I told you! Someone spilled their drink on me, this skirt is borrowed… W-wait—!” He rolls his eyes as you protest, spreading your cheeks apart and sticking his thigh between your own so you couldn’t close them again. The material of his pants rubbing against your sex caused a moan to escape, the noise going straight to his cock as he chuckles and forces your hips to hump his muscular thigh while he teases you.

“So ya say nerd, but I think ya wanted this didn’t ya baby? Flashin’ me in the math hall like that,” you hadn’t meant to, truly, it was because he’d knocked the books from your arms while sneering at you. You’d rushed to prevent them from getting dirty, and he’d gotten a little peak of heaven between your thighs as you panicked.

Now here you were, the most popular boy on campus making you ride his thigh while you soak through the material.

He used to be sweet when you both were kids, a kind older brother figure that was always so responsible and mature. Now he was nothing more than a bully, and your eyes burned with tears as you tried to shove him back.

“I hate you, you—you asshole! You don’t even like me, why are you doing this?” The venom in your voice halts him, his fingers digging into the flesh of your rear almost painful as he levels you with a look you can’t quite decipher.

“Who the fuck said I didn’t like ya nerd?” He leans down, fierce expression demanding your full attention. “The only thing m’able to think about when you’re around is this pussy smotherin’ me. It’d drive any man crazy wouldn’t’ya say?” His words have you fumbling for something to say, anything that didn’t make you look more like a fool as you lose the ability to think.

He knows it too, smug look growing into a vicious smile.

“Ya like that nerd? The thought’a smotherin’ me with this pretty pussy?”

“Sanemi—t-this isn’t appropriate,” you’re grasping uselessly at excuses, still reeling from his brutally honest confession and the close proximity of his body to yours.

“That ain’t a no,” he grunts, and you aren’t given time to process it as he drops to his knees and trips you, gripping the back of your thigh with one strong arm, and dragging your cunt over his face. You fall forward, hands digging into his shoulders so you can find purchase as he uses his other hand to drag you down onto his face.

“Fuck this is hot, sit,” he growls, nipping your inner thigh and making you yelp. Your skirt is flipped over his head, obscuring your full view of his actions, but you can feel his breath on your core.

“No way, I’m heavy, let me go—ah!” You cry out when he lands a slap against your ass, hand coming out to move your skirt up so those dark purple eyes can glare up at you.

It’s a sinful sight and position, having him on his knees like this and so hungry for you.

“If you don’t fuckin’ sit this pretty cunt down, I’m tellin’ eveyone you changed ‘cuz ya pissed yourself.” You’re left flabbergasted, stuttering in your rage and embarrassment.

“I didn’t though—?! You’re an asshole!” You hiss, but he only chuckles, tugging you closer again.

“One that makes this hole drip apparently,” he goads, and it’s just enough to spark you into huffing and agreeing. You sink your fingers into surprisingly soft strands of white hair, sighing when he licks a stripe over your slit.

“I told’ya to sit on my face, not hover baby.” He slaps your ass again, and this time you do sit, completely until you wonder if this is even comfortable for his neck or shoulders, but when he opens his mouth and moans against you, it’s hard to care.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe, shivering as he tries to suffocate himself with your wet heat as he devours you, tongue hot and eager as he licks and sucks your clit.

A small part of you hopes his neck kills him tomorrow.

Post dividers/@cafekitsune

@desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi

#500 Event #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #Sanemi Shinazugawa smut #kny Sanemi smut #kny smut #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba

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literary-sluts · 2 years

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night after night by sorbriquettte <ao3>

-fandom-: carry on (r. rowell), simon snow/baz grimm-pitch (snowbaz)

-tags-: watford-canon divergence, nightmares, m-m, truce-nemies to lovers

-length-: 9 chaps, 22k words

-what k thinks about it-: i loved it because i love cuddling and i felt it to my core it was cute it was stupid and hardheaded like the boys are. it was easy and it was something i read after a long pause so it was delightful to have something as sweet as this as my first ever snowbaz fic. i recommend with all my heart. but brace yourselves for the cuteness

work-safe:)

#BAZ IS SO IN LOVE AND SIMON IS SO OBLIVIOUS #scones #ao3 #ao3review #read on ao3

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deviimancrybb · 2 years

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every night I go to sleep without my favorite anime boy next to me and know pain

#🧍🏻#where’s my lil guyyyyy my sweet fun time boy #pls nemi come home #in case u forgot my address is-

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brutal-nemesis · 3 years

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E&T: The Armputation

Yeah. Yeah it’s time bitches :) you read it right we’re chopping that shit off

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Ingredients: amputation (omg wow), noncon surgery/body mod, body horror, slight gore

Erebus had sensed something was off when Neteri failed to bring him dinner one night, and when the guards appeared at his door the next morning instead of her, he knew what it meant.

It was time for another procedure.

He understood why she didn’t tell him it was coming, but having hardly any time to process that something was going to be drastically different about his body within the next hour wasn’t the best feeling. Before he knew it, he was on the table again, this time with his shirt off, that silly little rat drawing on the ceiling staring down at his restrained form. Maybe he should give it a name? That was something to focus on, and it’s not like he could see what Neteri was up to at her workbench with his head strapped down. After debating a bit, he settled on Zander, after a big black dog he’d played with sometimes as a kid. He missed seeing dogs. And cats. And birds and the sky and trees and flowers-

“Morning, Erebus!” Neteri seemed far too chipper for someone who was about to…do whatever she was going to do. “How are you feeling?”

“Not...great. Because I’m here. I don’t want to be here.” Even though I deserve to be.

“Yeah that’s expected. But nothing out of the ordinary?”

“Do I get out of this if I say yes?” She laughed and stroked his face.

“You’re fine.” He felt himself grow more and more nervous with anticipation as she rubbed something cold all over his right shoulder. Right there, she was going to cut him open and, and...what was she getting from her workbench? When she came back into view and he saw what she had, he felt his stomach drop. The knife she was holding was the most horrific looking instrument he’d ever seen. It was large and curved, and the fact that she was going to use it on him made it that much worse.

“What,” he gulped, “what are you going to do to me?”

“Well...do you promise not to freak out?”

“Uh...no. You do realize that makes me more worried, right?”

“Oh, yeah I guess so. It’ll probably be better that you know the full plan beforehand anyway. So,” she put down the knife and clasped her hands, “I’m going to be replacing your arm.”

“Replacing my...with what, exactly?”

“Another arm, of course. This one, to be exact.” She motioned to a box on the counter. “It’s from a lust demon.”

“Wait, you’re going to cut off my arm?!” Neteri nodded matter-of-factly as Erebus’s heart rate skyrocketed. He didn’t deserve that...did he?!

“I thought that was implied in the ‘replacing’ part, but yeah. Off with your right arm, on with this one.”

“You can’t just do that! That’s-you can’t just amputate my arm!”

“See, this is why I didn’t want to tell you. I knew you’d freak out.”

“Of-of course I’m freaking out! You want to cut off one of my limbs, for Drottkia’s sake!”

“I mean, yeah, but I’m going to give you a new one right away. So at the end of the day you’ll have the same number of arms you started with. It’s honestly not worth getting that worked up about.”

“Yes it is! You’re going to just-just attach someone else’s arm to my body! What in the world makes you think that’s not-” his voice cracked, and he realized there were tears streaming from his eyes. He didn’t want this, he was so, so afraid, and no matter how much he struggled and pleaded it was inevitable.

“Shh, shh. That’s enough now, you’ll be alright,” Neteri said as she wiped away his tears. He hated the way she comforted him, as if she wasn’t the source of all his problems. She reached for something out of his line of sight, and he didn’t manage to get a good look before she shoved it in his mouth. It was just a wad of cloth, but it silenced all of his further protests. He struggled uselessly against the tight leather straps, but he could hardly move at all. There was nothing he could do as she picked up the knife again. There was nothing he could do as he felt the cold blade touch his skin.

There was nothing he could do but wiggle the fingers of his right hand one last time while he still could.

The knife sliced through the flesh of his arm in one swift stroke, pain exploding out from it so quickly that Erebus could hardly register it. He barely had time to scream before he felt her place another tool on the wreck of his arm. And when it started moving, he knew exactly what it was. That was a saw, that was a saw, she was sawing through his bone, the vibrations shaking him to the very core. All of a sudden, there was a quiet thud and the sawing stopped, causing a suffocating panic to descend over Erebus, threatening to crush him.

It was gone it was gone his arm was gone the arm he’d used to write and eat and draw and plant flowers and hug his mother one last time and hold his father’s hand as he died was gone and the horrific new one couldn’t replace that, not at all, not at all, but it was too late because it was gone. He heard her pick it up and take it away, leaving a gaping hole next to him on the table, a space that had always been filled before by his arm, but his arm was gone and there was nothing there, nothing at all.

But when he felt her set something else down in that empty space, and his stomach twisted. It was the arm, the one that wasn’t his, the one that was going to be attached to his body, that was going to be his. After fiddling with it a bit, she pressed it up against the stump, the cold demon flesh meeting that of a warm human. She started to stitch them together, and Erebus couldn’t help but whine at both the sting of the needle and the horror of what was happening to him. But once the stitching stopped, the healing magic started, and that was far, far more painful.

Erebus screamed into the gag as he was assaulted by waves of relentless agony, ebbing and flowing as each nerve and blood vessel was joined together. It felt like every pain sensor in the arm was lighting up all at once as the connections were forged, every imaginable anguish being played out in a single moment. And when the bones started to fuse, oh he could hardly breathe, it was like fiery splinters were stabbing up into his shoulder, as many pinpricks of agony as there were stars in the sky, and there was nothing, nothing in the world besides that stabbing pain and the hum of screams in his throat. But all at once, the intensity of the pain evaporated as Neteri’s magic ceased flowing.

Erebus cautiously opened his eyes, looking at Zander the rat for a moment before turning his gaze to Neteri as much as the strap over his forehead would allow. He was shocked to see that she was clutching the edge of the table for support, breathing heavy as blood dripped steadily from her nose and ears. With a shaking hand, she pulled the gag from his mouth, her unfocused eyes meeting his tear-filled ones.

“Are you...okay?” she gasped between breaths. Erebus paused. He was absolutely, positively, nowhere near okay, but he knew what sort of answer she wanted.

“I’m...it still hurts, but not as much as before you, uh, started...connecting it.” Erebus replied, his voice painfully raspy from screaming.

“Can you...can you move your fingers?” He hesitantly complied, and was relieved to feel the unfamiliar digits wiggling, even if it felt a little off. She nodded, looking between his hand and the place where she’d attached the arm. “Okay. Hang in there just a bit more.” She took a deep breath and placed her hands on the wound again. Her magic sparked to life, and Erebus could see it was hurting her, too, before he was consumed by his own pain. But it wasn’t long before the magic sputtered out again. Neteri nearly collapsed on top of him, catching herself at the last moment.

“I think...it’ll be good...good enough for now. I’m sure it’s not perfect...I promise I’ll fix it later but I...I need to stop or I’ll...” She squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m sorry if...hurts...I know that...really painful...and you shouldn’t...more than necessary.” Opening her eyes, she pulled something out of her pocket before moving out of view. A few seconds later, the pair of guards from before came into the lab, shock flashing on their faces for a moment as they took in the bloodstained scene before them. Neteri came around the table, clutching something small and blue in one of her fists, seemingly a little more steady on her feet. She stood between Erebus and the guards, looking one of them dead in the eye.

“Take him back and give him something to take care of the attachment site, but I don’t want anyone else touching him, is that clear?” She jabbed a finger up at his face, her other hand clutching Erebus’s left arm tightly, either for support or out of possessiveness. “He is mine, and he can care for himself until I’m better.” She turned to the other guard. “I’ll probably need your help with a few things…”

Erebus let the guard take him back without a fuss after he was freed from the table. Trying to escape in this condition would just be dumb, and it’s not like there was much point in running with that spell on the brand. He was left alone in the cell with a roll of bandages and something to help fight off infection. But before he took care of the new wound, Erebus needed to wash off the blood that practically coated the right side of his body. There was so much of it on the arm...no, it was his right arm, that the skin looked completely red.

But as the blood was washed away by the little rainstorm, Erebus realized that that really was its color. Honestly, with the bright red skin, pitch black nails, and the prominent stitches attaching it to his body, the arm made him look like some sort of...monster which is what he was inside, wasn’t he? He watched in horrified fascination as the limb he didn’t recognize as his own moved as he wanted it to. Well, for the most part. It was sort of shaky, and he couldn’t make a fist or straighten it out all the way, but that was hopefully something Neteri could fix...

And despite everything, a small part of him couldn’t help but hope that, for her sake, Neteri was okay.

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#i wrote something #erebus & terror #erebus #neteri #amputation #noncon surgery #noncon body modification #body horror #lab whump #magical exhaustion #see why i wanted to get to this shit. this bloody whumpfest #listen to those muffled screams. look at those expressions of horror #that blue thing neteri holds towards the end is a piece of beryl!#its a cyclosilicate/water element mineral that helps restore some of her magic power #neteri be like: i love you my sweet boy but also im going to cut your arm off for science #every time someone brought up magical exhaustion as a troupe they like i was SO tempted to be like ''well once we get to ch9...''#but i wanted it to be a surprise because i just love the moment of him seeing that she's destroying herself to do this #ma'am is dedicated and wants to make sure he's going to be okay before she stops trying to heal him #*puts rat zander reference immediately after Agony Paragraph* im so fuckin funney #you may be wondering ''nemi what possessed you to cut off erebus's arm like him specifically''#well you see his story used to be very different. but then i read Misery and wanted to amputate some limbs #and he was lying around with not that much of a plot #so viola our pull apart put together game has begun for real now #ooh maybe i should rb the demon post and people can make guesses about where we're goin next #make everyone look at my shitty whiteboard drawings again...

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