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Pairing: Fem!Reader x Sanemi (Demon Slayer)

Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of fighting/violence

Word Count: 12K

Summary: You and Sanemi were once close until a fateful decision tore you both apart. A year later, you still struggle with your feelings for him, but Sanemi isn't going to make it easy for you to confess.

The wind hadn’t always been your enemy, but you felt each strike across exposed skin like a knife slicing through flesh as you raced through the forest. Under normal circumstances, your travels were poised with that special degree of flashiness that your mentor had instilled in you - moving with the wind and dodging every obstacle. But you found yourself in an unexpected rush, and you were pushing yourself far beyond your usual limits.

It wasn’t like you to lose track of time. In fact, if it hadn’t been for a recent clash with a demon that left a heavy burden of responsibility on your shoulders, you wouldn’t have forgotten the emergency meeting. Not until Kanao reminded you that her own mentor had already departed earlier that same morning.

For the most part, it was rare for a meeting of all ten Hashira to convene on such short notice, and it was rarer still for you to waltz into the Ubuyashiki estate after it had already started. Yet, you seemed to be going for some kind of record as this would be the second time you were showing up late to a meeting of this magnitude. You wondered, however briefly, if this would be strike two as your master had already sat you down once to scold you for the behavior.

You doubted they would extend you the courtesy of waiting to start this time around, and you could feel the heavy presence of your fellow Hashira as you neared your destination. Slowing to a stop on the estate’s grounds, feeling the exertion of pushing yourself in your throbbing feet. You allowed tentative steps until you stood outside the room where they had gathered, and you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the inevitable embarrassment.

It was with an uncharacteristic shyness that you slid the door open with trembling hands, and you could feel all ten pairs of eyes land in your direction. You grimaced at the attention: both for your undoubtedly unsightly appearance and the reprimand you were sure to face from your master once all was said and done.

Even so, Kagaya Ubuyashiki offered his usual generous smile when you dropped down next to Obanai, flinching at the hostile hiss from Kaburamaru. Unsurprising, considering the shoulders he coiled himself around as Obanai had ardently hated you for as long as you could remember. In return, your falcon Kaya returned a growl of her own, wings flexing as she perched on your shoulder. She had been flying behind you on the way over, but had taken to using you as her usual seat, talons flexing against your skin.

“Y/N,” Kagaya greeted you once you recovered your bearings. “Glad you could join us.”

“Sorry,” you whispered, startling again when Kaburamaru struck out in your direction, and you heard Obanai’s wince after Mitsuri elbowed him in the side.

You shot her a grateful smile, waving your hand to ward off Kaya’s returning strike. There was little doubt in your mind that your falcon could tear through Kaburamaru’s scales if given an opportunity. And you didn’t need to piss off Obanai more than you already had.

Thankfully, your master continued from where he had left off, and you glanced over your shoulder to meet the disapproving gaze of Kyojuro Rengoku. You wilted under his stare, feeling your face blossom with red, wondering if he knew the reason for your delayed appearance. It wouldn’t bode well for your reputation because Rengoku wasn’t much of a gossip, and if he was aware of your transgressions, then it likely meant everyone else knew as well.

It also meant that he knew, and your eyes unwittingly sought out Sanemi’s from across the room. You swallowed hard when your gaze became ensnared with his own, anger and hostility flickering vibrant flecks of fuschia in those irises you had once found comfort in. Sanemi knew, and you couldn’t help but deflate. He would take it the wrong way, and there was no reasoning with the stubborn man once he made up his mind.

You looked away in shame, keeping your head low as you focused on your master’s words. Apparently, there was a recent sighting of Muzan Kibutsuji in one of the villages near the Ubuyashiki estate. It might’ve been a coincidence, but nothing ever seemed to be the case with Muzan. The Demon King lacked that sort of nonchalance, preferring a clinical intentionality that meant the worst for your fellow Slayers.

“Be on vigilance,” your master warned, and you nodded along with the others. You could at least agree on your collective disdain for Muzan and the demons who remained loyal to him.

Your master quietly worked out a plan to investigate the alleged sighting: you weren’t surprised that he was dispatching Tomioka - the water Hashira made for a formidable opponent. And he was disarmingly good at moving with great stealth when he went on these reconnaissance operations.

The meeting adjourned thereafter, and you grunted when Obanai stood and let his knee graze your shoulder. “Prick,” you hissed at him. “Maybe next time I’ll let Kaya have a taste of serpent for her breakfast.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he spoke in that unnervingly calm voice. You had always loathed how controlled he appeared, no matter the circumstances.

“Iguro,” Mitsui gently interceded, curling one of her arms around his own. “Let’s have lunch together.”

He softened immediately at her words, and you rolled your eyes at the blatant favortism. At least it made him forget all about you, and you gave Mitsuri a subtle nod, slowly rising from where you had been crouched on the floor. You stretched your arms over your head, catching sight of Rengoku speaking in a low tone with Tengen. That was never a good sign.

It distracted you enough to miss the flash of purple at your side. Until she made her presence known. “You made quite an entrance,” a familiar voice spoke.

You let out an exhausted sigh, seeking Shinobu from the corner of your eye. “What have you heard?”

“What are you expecting me to say?” she returned in that annoyingly grating voice.

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you longingly looked at the exit door. “You run the Butterfly Mansion. Shouldn’t you know everything?”

“Maybe not the whole truth,” Shinobu said with a little giggle as if amused by your situation. “That Slayer came in just last week, and you’ve suddenly made more appearances than the entire duration of our acquanticeship.”

Well, when she put it that way… “Listen,” you started, only to break off when you realized that your master was approaching the two of you, and his presence was not to be ignored.

“Y/N.”

You would have to clear the air another time, steeling yourself for the inevitable. “Sir?” you greeted him politely, reaching up to stroke a finger down Kaya’s chest.

Shinobu hummed, giving your master a polite smile as she followed Rengoku and Tengen out of the room, leaving just you, your master, and Sanemi. Kaya chirped happily at the sight of him, even as your own heart warred inside your chest. “May we speak alone, Sanemi?” Kagaya requested, and you restlessly shifted between your feet.

“Of course,” Sanemi replied, ever the polite gentleman when he wanted to be, making sure to bump his shoulder against your own as he waltzed by. Even more obnoxious was Kaya’s quick dismissal of you, hopping onto Sanemi’s shoulder as if wholly unaware of the blanketed tension between her two favorite people.

You were annoyed at her betrayal, knowing Sanemi did that on purpose just to aggravate you. He didn’t even bother to give Kaya back, leaving the room with your falcon in tow. But with a considerable demonstration of patience, you managed to school your expression, dropping to your knees in a show of respect to your master.

“It’s not like you to be late,” Kagaya remarked, coming to a stop in front of you. His fingers curled beneath your chin, forcing your neck to incline in his direction. “This is your second time.”

You wriggled under the weight of those unseeing eyes. “It was a misunderstanding.”

“Oh?”

“A young slayer who helped me on a recent mission,” you explained. “He was injured protecting me, and I’ve been going to see him to keep progress on his recovery. I lost track of time this morning. But I think…some of the others have taken it the wrong way.”

“How so?”

You immediately blushed. “I mean, they think my visits are less…innocent, sir.”

“And this has caused problems with your fellow Hashira?”

“With some of them,” you agreed, frowning as you thought of Obanai and Sanemi. The two had seemingly decided without conscious volition that they would be best friends. They always had each other’s backs, and it made sense that when one held a grudge, the other would also harbor the same resentment, even if unwarranted.

“This displeases me to hear,” Kagaya remarked, and you hated the idea of disappointing him. “After all, you have the same goals.”

“It’s my fault,” you said. “I will do my best to rectify the misunderstanding.”

“I know that you will,” Kagaya agreed. “Is this incident related to what happened the last time you were late?”

You swallowed hard. “No.”

That day in question had happened almost a year ago, when you and Sanemi fought to the point of mutual tears and splintered feelings, destroying any semblance of friendship. It had upset you so much that you slept well past your morning wake up call, causing you to nearly miss the entirety of the Hashira meeting in question. “When you fought with Sanemi.”

You nodded. “It wasn’t his fault. I was the one to blame.”

“Fights are usually mutual.”

The simple words surprised you, but you kept your expression blank. “It was my doing, sir.”

He didn’t understand. When you knew you were at fault, you often punished yourself - perhaps a result of your intense Kunoichi training from your younger years. The fight with Sanemi had been your own doing, and that innocent Slayer’s near-death experience had been your fault as well. Your thoughts became plagued with endless reminders of those occasions, playing through your head like a looping slideshow, exhausting you to the point that you were completely thrown off your game.

“You’re too hard on yourself, Y/N,” he said with a soft smile. “See to it that you learn to forgive yourself. I think this may resolve future problems.”

“Yes, sir,” you said - even though you would’ve feigned agreement for whatever he proposed, thinking yourself quite circumspect to have gotten off with such a generous punishment.

Unfortunately, it was easier said than done in your case. Forgiveness was hard-fought where you came from, especially if it meant pardoning one’s own transgressions. The worst sin of them all.

Rengoku was like an older brother, having been friends with Tengen for as long as you could remember. The two of them practically helped raise you after you ran away from your clan. Even moreseo when Tengen took you under his wing as a Tsukugo.

You weren’t surprised when you noticed Rengoku lingering outside after your master dismissed you. He was always checking in. “You waited,” you remarked as way of greeting.

“Tardiness is not an attribute tolerated in your Clan,” Kyojuro chuckled. “At least, not the way Tengen has explained it to me.”

“No,” you agreed, and you were touched that Rengoku had went out of his way to understand. He had done so ever since he first learned about the warrior traditions taught to you and Tengen as children - having grown up in the same clan of Shinobi and Kunoichi fighters before you both turned your backs on those ways.

“That means I should be worried about you,” Kyojuro continued, hands crossed behind his back. “If such values are so recklessly abandoned after having been instilled in you since childhood.”

“I wouldn’t say recklessly,” you argued, turning your thoughts to the Slayer that had caused such turmoil. He was young, far too young in your opinion, and you had been surprised to have him join you on your latest mission. It wasn’t uncommon for young Slayers to accompany you when a mission posed to be a challenge. They could assist you and learn in the process. But this Slayer had been far too willing to intercede and take the full brunt of a strike meant for you.

It was the same kind of self-sacrifice that your Clan honored in their warriors. But one that Tengen had taught you meant nothing if the mission was left in shambles and there were no warriors left to fight another day. For years, you struggled to dismiss the instilled inclination, even after hearing it disparaged so easily from such a prominent member of your former Clan, and it wasn’t until Sanemi Shinazugawa sat down to speak to you that you learned to value yourself.

“What’s the point?” Sanemi had grunted, sitting next to you side by side on the roof of his Pillar estate. For several weeks, you had been spending all of your nights with him, preferring his company to the silence of your little estate. “If you go down in a mission like that, with all those kids who need you for guidance, how the fuck are they supposed to survive?”

Your heart ached at the memory, even as you reaffirmed that Rengoku was wrong - the recklessness that defined so many of your Clan’s teachings had gradually disappeared in place of a strong sense of self-preservation. The guilt too, that had once plagued you for putting your own life over others, was nothing but a distant feeling.

Even if you still battled daily with the nastier parts of yourself that had been molded so impurely by your clan.

Rengoku laughed at your denial, but his eyes spoke volumes. “Don’t give me that look,” you huffed at him, hating the height advantage he had over you.

“What look?”

“Your disapproval,” you remarked. “I can feel it.”

“Fascinating,” Kyujuro hummed. “But I don’t wish to argue.”

“Advice then?”

“Always!”

You had grown used to his boisterous attitude, but that didn’t mean you wanted to deal with it at this moment. “Rengoku-”

“Y/N!” he returned. “First, tell me about your relations with this new slayer.”

Your face instantaneously heated at his bold words. “There are no relations!” you hissed.

“Really? Everyone else speaks differently,” he said, forcing an eye roll from you. “And here I thought you had affections for young Shinazugawa.”

“Where did you get that idea?” you deadpan, wondering how anyone could mistake the frequent exchange of barbs between you and Sanemi as affectionate.

Rengoku didn’t respond immediately, instead taking the time to study you with a curious look. “I may not be the best at reading people, but I had never seen Shinazugawa spend as much time with anyone like he did with you.”

“You have no idea-” you started, only to break off at the sound of approaching footsteps and the all too-familiar call of your raven. “Great,” you muttered, trying to ignore Kaya’s excited chirps. Your battle-trained falcon was difficult to impress, and only one man had ever successfully won over her favor.

As well as your own.

You felt Kaya return to your shoulder at the same moment Sanemi chose to speak. “You were late again.”

You narrowed your eyes, releasing a long-suffering sigh. “I know.”

“What’s your excuse this time?” he questioned, and you hated the condescension in his tone. Like he was better than you.

“Y/N…”

Rengoku’s intonation of your name held a warning, but Sanemi had learned long ago how to crawl under your skin. You brushed aside Kyojuro, turning around to face Sanemi, hating the smug grin lighting a teasing glint in his gaze. “Back off, Shinazugawa. I don’t have time for your shit.”

“Yeah? But you waste our time fucking off with that slayer?”

There was a strange undercurrent of something vile in his question that you had never heard before. It felt bitter coming from him, crawling across your skin with a shiver.

You weren’t surprised that Sanemi knew about the slayer, but the idea of you fucking around with anyone had your hackles raising. You hated that everyone had assumed the worst; instead of an innocent gesture, they decided you had taken the slayer to bed. As if you would use your position of power over him in such a way.

“What’s your problem?” you snapped.

“I’m looking at my problem,” he growled in return.

“You have no idea,” you said. “You couldn’t be more wrong, and it’s none of your business.”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Rengoku quickly inserted himself, coming to stand between you and Sanemi. “Y/N, Tengen wants to see you later. If you leave now, you can be at his estate before dark.”

You swallowed down your pride, glaring at Sanemi. That ego of yours, fed from your parents at such a young age, had never gone away. “Fine,” you agreed, even though it physically hurt to be the one to back down.

The combined weight of their stares as you retreated felt like heavy flames rolling over your shoulders. Rengoku would no doubt reprimand Sanemi for his behavior, but the Wind Hashira had a rebellious streak. He had decided that you were his enemy, and no simple conversation would change his mind.

It hurt you to recall the past and your more tender exchanges. You hadn’t always shared a hostile relationship with Sanemi. When you met for the first time, he made an off-hand comment about your small size, to which you responded in kind by laying him out on his ass in the middle of the other gathered Hashira. After that, you both gradually warmed up to one another, spending a great deal of time training together as your breathing techniques were remarkably complementary. Your Falcon breathing thrived in the breezes afforded by his different wind forms, sharpening your attacks and allowing them to gain incredible speed.

Gyomei himself had once interrupted a session, making a random comment about your compatibility. You laughed at his observation, even as Sanemi remained unusually quiet from next to you. “Are you ready for your first mission?” Gyomei had asked.

“Of course,” you replied, closing your hands behind your back as you stood before the older Hashia proudly.

“I’ll be with her, so don’t get any ideas, idiot.” Sanemi glared at Gyomei, and you were surprised to learn that he requested to join your first mission, but you weren’t opposed to the idea. You thought about it a lot as you continued training, studying Sanemi in a different light. Afterward, laying side by side under the watchful gaze of the stars, you thought that your heart would burst from your chest, and it had nothing to do with the exertion of your training; rather, the proximity of Sanemi so close to you, scars awash in the gentle glow of the moon’s light.

You enjoyed your visits to Tengen’s lavish estate, especially when his wives joined you. Having come from the same clan of Shinobi and Kunoichi warriors, it wasn’t unusual for you to take comfort in their presence. Especially considering your close history together.

Originally, you were meant to be Tengen’s third wife, a point of contention between you and your own father. However, after Suma stepped forward and requested to be the third, you easily allowed her to take your place. Angering and ostracizing your parents in the process, and pushing you away to live on your own away from the Clan.

For a long time, you wandered from place to place, never quite fitting in. It was difficult to find work that suited you since your entire life had been spent training for battle and fighting as opposed to menial labor positions. You did the best you could, but found yourself miserable for the year you spent in isolation.

Eventually, Tengen sought you out after leaving the clan himself, and he managed to find you in a remote village. You had been surprised to see him, but it wasn’t all that shocking to learn that he cared too much to leave you to self-implode. It made sense considering all of your time spent together, nurturing romantic feelings, and he had been right about your tendency to shut down when things weren’t going the way you planned. “Is there room for a fourth wife?” you had joked with him, but he understood that you didn’t mean it, having never truly wanted a path that you didn’t choose for yourself. Instead, he agreed to take you on as his Tsukugo, training you up to become the Hashira that your younger self would’ve been proud to see.

Ironically, you would’ve made a great partner to Tengen - the two of you had quietly admitted that on numerous occasions. You had known him for your entire life, and you both thought alike, holding long conversations together without a trace of awkwardness, and your differences were complementary to one another. You even had your first kiss with Tengen, just to see if those compatibilites might extend physically. It had aroused you to shameful degree; although, you had certainly lost those feelings for him overtime, considering him a close friend and mentor as opposed to a real partner.

You frowned at the reminder, thinking about the differences between Tengen and Sanemi. At different points in your life, you had affections for both Hashira; although, a reluctant part of you admitted that your feelings for Tengen had disappeared whereas your attachment to Sanemi had never quite done the same. But it was too late to entertain such feelings, even if it hurt to settle for the torrid relationship your friendship had become.

Things were complicated with Sanemi. But it was much easier with Tengen, and you found yourself smiling as you stepped up to the main entrance of his estate. “Y/N!”

You recognized Suma’s voice immediately, glancing to the side as she ran around from the back of the mansion. “Suma,” you greeted her cheerfully, groaning when she threw her arms around your shoulders, jostling Kaya from her place on your shoulder. Your falcon let out an ear-piecing screech before taking to the skies, no doubt deciding that she wouldn’t be needed at the Uzui estate.

“We’ve been waiting for you!” she cried, keeping you locked tightly to her as you both ambled through the door.

Makio and Hinatsuru were waiting inside, laughing at the way you tried to pull out of Suma’s arms. “You’re smothering her,” Hinatsuru said, and Suma reluctantly allowed you to escape her grip. “Tengen is in the drawing room,” she continued. “He wants to speak to you alone.”

“Alone?” you released a breath through your nose, feeling your heart drop at the somber note in her tone. “Okay.”

“He’s worried about you, Y/N,” Suma added, searching you closely.

“I get it,” you muttered, even though it was hard to stay mad at any of them. But you had been lectured all day, and Tengen had a tendency to ramble on for hours if he felt like he needed to do so.

You obeyed regardless, leaving the three girls to huddle close together, whispering amongst themselves, as you followed the familiar meandering hallways that never seemed to end - a testament to the size of Tengen’s mansion. Not that you expected anything less of the man. He enjoyed showing off in any way that he could.

The door was open when you arrived, stepping through to see Tengen already sitting on a cushion on the ground, legs crossed beneath him. You raised a brow, noting that the table was already set, a kettle of what smelled like tea at the center with two cups on either side.

You took your place without question, dropping down on the opposite cushion from where he watched you with a friendly smile. “You’re on time!” he remarked, and you snorted at the unamusing joke.

“I’ve heard enough about it,” you said. “From our master AND Rengoku.”

“Then I can keep my own words brief,” he replied, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

“Let’s hear it then.”

“Y/N!”

“What?” you snapped, only feeling a little guilty for using such a snippish tone with him.

“Your mind is troubled,” Tengen said, ignoring your tempestutous temper. “I assume all is not right about what I’ve heard of you and this Slayer.”

You gritted your teeth, recalling to him the same explanation you had given your master. “Everyone was quick to assume the worst in me.”

“I see.” Tengen nodded. “Does that bother you?”

“Of course it does,” you snipped. “They all have bad opinions of my character.”

“Is it really everyone’s opinion you care about, or one person’s in particular?” Tengen asked with a smirk. “Shinazugawa, perhaps?”

“Is that what this is really about?” you asked. “You want to give me another talk about Sanemi?”

“He seems to be at the forefront of most of your troubles,” Tengen said. “You were quite heartbroken over your fight with him.”

“I wouldn’t say heartbroken,” you retorted, but Tengen could see right through you - right at the center of the affection you wore for Sanemi so clearly on your sleeve.

“Have you spoken to Sanemi about this misunderstanding?” Tengen asked, reaching over to pour himself a second cup of tea. “You used to talk quite often.”

“We don’t talk like that anymore,” you said, wincing at the pathetic way you sounded. Like a kicked puppy whose favorite person scolded them. “He’s infuriating. After I left the estate, he was right there questioning me. He even called me his problem.”

Tengen considered your words. “He’s very brash with his approach. You should’ve told him the truth!”

“He gave me no opportunity,” you said, wincing as you recalled the brief interaction. “He never does anymore…”

Pathetic. You were a lovesick fool. Sanemi could smash your face into the ground with the sole of his shoe and your silly heart would still find a way to beat off rhythm in his presence.

“It started after you told him about your marriage contract,” Tengen remarked, gaze boring into your own. “You don’t think that hurt him to hear?”

The marriage contract - the bane of your existence. It had once almost trapped you into a marriage you had never wanted with Tengen, and years later, the damn thing was still laughing at you. “He never told me,” you argued. “Sanemi has never said anything about having those kinds of feelings. He had plenty of chances to speak up if he did, and he knew I was trying to make things right with my parents and the clan.”

Even though you had abandoned the clan in favor of living on your own, you hated the thought of completely ostraciszing yourself - from the family that you still loved despite the past. Even if you no longer respected their traditions, you often thought back on the situation with a different light and a clearer head. There was only one regret that lingered, and it was the burdening responsibility you felt for your younger siblings - for leaving them behind to suffer the clan’s cruelty and twisted values. It became obvious to you that the only way you could extend an olive branch and see your siblings again, was agreeing to marry another Shinobi when he finally came of age.

You convinced yourself that you didn’t mind so much this time since it had been a Shinobi of your choosing, but there was a part of you that boiled at the idea of giving yourself away to someone you had no real feelings for. At least you could reconnect with your family - to the siblings you adored. The same brothers and sisters they wouldn’t allow you to visit since you left the clan, losing any privilege of being part of their lives.

At least this marriage came with freedom - you could still continue your duties as a Hashira while living away from the clan, and the Shinobi’s other wives could handle most of the duties expected of a spouse. The relationship, in your eyes, amounted to nothing more than your signature on a piece of paper. After that, everything would be right again, especially with your family. Maybe then you could lure your siblings away from negative influences.

But Sanemi hadn’t seen it the same way. When he learned about your new marriage contract, the two of you fought bitterly and without mincing your words. Even in the present, you couldn’t understand what bothered him so much - this was the only path you could take, and he had never given any indication that such a decision would lead to long-lasting repercussions to the closeness you once shared:

“You wear them proudly,” you had remarked to him on your last morning together. It wasn’t unusual for him to spend the night with you, and despite ordering a spare room prepared for his arrival, Sanemi had made himself more than comfortable in your bed.

“Hmmm?” He opened one eye to look at you, watching as you trailed your fingers across the scars on his exposed chest.

“I have something to tell you,” you whispered, as if the peace of the room would be disturbed at a higher register.

“What is it?” he asked with a lazy tone, more than content to wander back to sleep as his hands crossed behind his head, goosebumps forming in the wake of your light touches.

“I’m taking a brief leave of absence,” you said, and you could literally feel the muscles under your fingers tense as both eyes flew open.

“What for?” he immediately questioned, jostling you as he sat up higher. “How long?”

You sighed, pulling yourself upright. You had spent long enough in bed, and you rose to your feet with an exaggerated stretch of your arms above your head. “It might be a month,” you explained.

“You’re leaving for that long?”

You looked at him from over your shoulder. Sanemi’s tone was strangely morbid, watching you move about your room, collecting the things you would need. “Just for a little while,” you sighed. “I’ll be back before you can miss me.”

“Where are you going?”

“Home,” you replied simply, frowning as you looked over the wrinkles on one of your nicest kimonos. Your family would expect you to dress the part, and you wished you had taken the time to be more careful with your old clothes.

“To your Clan?” Sanemi scoffed, and you could hear the floors creaking beneath his weight as he stood up from the bed. “What the fuck are you going back for?”

“I’m going to see my family,” you explained. “You know I’ve been trying to see my siblings again, and this is the perfect opportunity to do so.”

“I thought they refused,” he grumbled, and you turned to face him. “Y/N…” he trailed off when his gaze met your own, struggling to find the right words. “I need to tell you something…”

“Yes?” you prompted him because Sanemi looked unusually sheepish, messing his hands through the disorderly locks of his spiky hair.

But this was Sanemi, and you were amused when he forced his way through, boisterously declaring: “Let’s spend more time together, outside of training,” he said as if you didn’t already do so. “The way things are supposed to be done. Properly.’

His words didn’t make much sense to you, but Sanemi seemed awfully proud of himself, and you would hate to take away that rare smile you could never get enough of seeing. “Of course,” you agreed. “Once the marriage arrangements are done, we can do whatever you’d like.”

“Marriage arrangements?”

It was like the temperature in the room plumeted at once, and your own look of confusion likely matched the one reflected on Sanemi. “Well, yes, I explained it to you before: my parents proposition for letting me see my siblings,” you said. “I’m to marry one of our clan’s Shinobi when he comes of age. In exchange, I get to keep my Hashira spot and see my family more often.”

You nodded when you were finished - the deal made perfect sense in your mind, and you knew your parents were being very flexible by letting you get away with so much. Even so, Sanemi’s perplexed frown quickly evolved into something that you could only describe as mutinous. “Are you fucking serious?” he growled, and you shivered at the anger in his tone. “I thought you were over that. Isn’t there a different way you could still see them that doesn’t involve whoring yourself out?”

You grimaced at his crude choice of words. “It’s not the way of my Clan,” you explained. “The Kunoichi in my clan are honored through marriage - the highest they can achieve. I defied them once before, letting Tengen go. I can’t do that again.”

The explanation made sense to you - after all, you weren’t the same girl who felt coerced into marrying Tengen. Instead, you had grown into a powerful Hashira, and you were fine with this decision since it is one you had made on your own.

But it was obvious that Sanemi wasn’t seeing it the same way, and you were stunned by the aggression in Sanemi’s stance, fists balled at his sides. “You said you followed your own path!”

“I am!” you insisted, starting to feel yourself grow a bit perturbed by his unwarranted anger. “If I want to see my siblings, I must regain my Clan’s honor and make my parents happy. I have no other choice,” you said. “This is a decision I have come to on my own.”

“You didn’t want it last time!” Sanemi said, daring a step closer. “Why the hell is this any different?”

“Because,” you emphasized. “I am the one agreeing to the proposal, and I was able to make my own conditions for the marriage.”

Sanemi scoffed. “Are you that desperate for their validation that you would literally bind yourself to someone you’ve never even met?”

“That’s not what this is about!” you cried. “I have a duty to my family-”

“You have a duty to yourself,” Sanemi interrupted. “If they can’t see how much you hate the idea, then they don’t deserve you.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Of course it is!” he said. “They’re using you, Y/N. Manipulating you to get what they want - who the hell do you really think benefits the most from this? Certainly not you, but I guess your parents and the lucky jackass signing that fucking contract deserve more than your happiness?”

“I get to stay a Hashira,” you insisted. “And I don’t have to live at the Clan’s village or with the Shinobi. I get to do what I want.”

“You’re fucking naive if you think that’s how it’ll work,” Sanemi growled. “They’ll figure out a way to trap you there - to force you back into that clan for good.”

“No they won’t,” you hissed, incredulous that he could think of you like that - as a person less than capable of understanding. As someone incapable of discerning the intentions of their own family! “How can you think so low of me? I know what I’m doing.”

“Yeah?” Sanemi laughed - choking back a noise that sounded dangerously similar to a sob. “What happens to you later in life when you want to be with someone who actually cares about you? Will you need a mediator to negotiate a divorce contract with your fucking clan?”

“Stop it!” you warned, unaware of how close the two of you had gotten during your spat, practically toe to toe as you fiercely met his gaze. “I don’t need your permission, and I would think you might be more mindful of my feelings.”

“Not like you give a damn about my feelings!” Sanemi retorted. “I’ve put it all out there and you stomp on it like some kind of vindictive bitch.”

You winced at the insult, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “The only thing you’ve done is help me see how much of an asshole you really are! As if I’d let your crude opinions come between me and my own family!”

“Right,” he drew out, and you were taken aback at the raw emotion in his voice. “I get it, Y/N. I’ll always play second fiddle to the clan and your family. They could throw you into a pit full of demons and you’d still fall to your fucking knees and pray to your stupid idols.”

“You have no idea,” you said, despising the quiver in your tone. “You don’t know my Clan.”

“Sounds like you don’t know them all that well either,” Sanemi snarled. “To not see through their bullshit. Guess I was wrong to think you were strong enough to move on even after leaving.”

“I am strong!” you snapped. “Don’t you dare look at me and call me weak! I’m sacrificing for them-”

“Exactly!” Sanemi said. “You have to make all the sacrifices just to meet them halfway. They’ve never extended the same courtesy, and I guess we need a fucking baseball bat to get that through your thick skull!”

“Get out!” you screamed, unable to keep your anger from simmering over, beyond repulsed that the man standing in front of you had managed to insult you, your family, and clan in one fell swoop - the same man you had considered a close confidant and the one you harbored sweet affections for in ways you could only whisper to friends like Suma or Misturi.

As if he would ever return them, especially if this is the way he thought about you! “Fine,” he whispered, and you startled when the first tear fell. You had never seen Sanemi cry before, and you found yourself completely immobilized as he roughly swiped the sleeve of his uniform against the wet trails.

He didn’t say anything else. Not bothering to rectify his harsh reprimand or the uneasy tension left stewing between you. Instead, Sanemi slammed the door behind him, rattling it against the hinges, and leaving you to fall into a broken heap on the floor.

Even a year later, the memory made you feel guilty all over again, and you tried to keep your tears in check this time as you turned to your old habit of fighting through the pain. “I explained it to him the best I could,” you argued, glaring down at your tea cup. “How else should I break that kind of news?”

“You don’t,” Tengen said. “I disagree with your decision.”

“Yeah, I know,” you glowered. Tengen had made that very clear. “But I had to do it. My parents weren’t speaking to me, and they wouldn’t let my brothers and sisters around…” You trailed off, feeling your throat become thick with emotion.

“Family comes first.”

“I admire your commitment, but it’s your true family that comes first,” Tengen quickly amended. “If your parents really cared, they wouldn’t have those expectations of you.”

“Well,” you said, allowing a sinister edge to creep in. “You certainly had no issue with your family’s decision. I didn’t see you complain not once when you married your wives.”

His gaze darkened right back. “If I truly followed that tradition through, then Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru would’ve been trapped in that village. They would fear me instead of the respect we share now.” He cleared his throat, reigning in some of the raw anger you had briefly seen reflected in those violet irises. “You and I might be married instead.”

You wrinkled your nose and Tengen laughed at the reaction. All at once, the tension dispelled from the room, and you frowned. If only it could that easy with Sanemi. “Why are you doing this?”

Tengen hummed around his tea cup, and you snickered at how small it looked held between his fingers. “I’ve never claimed to be a matchmaker,” he said. “But you’ve told me about your feelings for Sanemi, and I doubt they’ve gone away. Even after all this time.”

“Tengen-”

“His feelings for you are quite obvious as well,” he interrupted, quickly moving on before you had a chance to intercede. “He hides them well, of course. But I’m left wondering why you insist on letting a piece of paper keep you from the happiness you deserve.”

“It’s not the contract keeping me from anything!” you said. “Sanemi said the most vile things to me. How can I hope to salvage anything from the destruction he left? And for what reason? Why did he treat me like I was an enemy?”

“It may be that young Shinazugawa has decided that it would hurt too much to treat you as anything less than a romantic partner,” Tengen said. “Going back to friendship…” he trailed off with a contemplative hum. “He seems like the type of person who is stubborn in their ways.”

“Even if it wasn’t just Sanemi, I still have to appease my family-”

“There are always other ways to get you back to your siblings. Your parents cannot refuse their Clan leaders,” Tengen said. “I know that I left the Clan, but there are those who would still allow my influence. If it meant allowing you to see your siblings again.”

A soothing warmth formed at the center of your chest at his willingness to go out of his way for you, especially if it meant dealing with the clan. Perhaps he had, in few words, proven his point about his definition of a true family. It felt that way with Tengen and the other Hashira - like you could be some semblance of a family, even if you sometimes bickered.

You were touched more than anything else, forcing down any remaining argument. “You shouldn’t have to do that. Not after the way your father deceived you, and the horrible things he made you go through. Not for someone like me.”

“Well, I’ve found my happiness,” he conceded, gesturing toward the door as if his wives were waiting on the other side. “Even if it was once under the illusion of marriage, I also promised to guarantee yours as well.”

“And you think my happiness is with Shinazugawa?”

“Yes,” Tengen readily agreed, slamming his cup back onto the table. “I’m certain that it is.”

“He barely tolerates you,” you grumbled, finding yourself lost in another memory:

“Why do you like that bumbling idiot so much?” Sanemi growled, eyes carefully examining your face as you continued to dress his arm in the bandages Shinobu had brought you.

He had been injured during his latest mission. Choosing to come to you instead of the Butterfly Mansion. Where they could undoubtedly treat him more efficiently.

“Tengen and I have history,” you reminded him.

“I’m aware,” he said in a tone much colder than you expected.

“He reminds me of home,” you continued, hoping to appease him. “I don’t hear much from the Clan otherwise.”

“Your Clan doesn’t deserve you,” Sanemi said, leaning in closer despite the startling proximity it left between your lips. “Your home is here with us.”

Each puff of breath against the slick skin of your lips sent a tremble down your spine. “Sanemi,” you said, clicking your tongue as you finished treating his wound. “It’s my family.”

You knew it would be harder for him to empathize considering his tumultuous history with his own family, and you weren’t surprised by his response. “Family doesn’t always mean the ones who share your blood.”

“Talk to him.” Tengen’s voice pulled you back into the drawing room with him, reaching over to pour you the cup of tea you had denied yourself. “Even if you proceed with your marriage, your mind will be less burdened knowing you at least told him how you felt.”

You frowned, hating that he was right.

On Thursdays, you sat with Gyomei among the vibrant wisteria flowers in his backyard. It was a tradition that started on accident - when you caught the Stone Hashia in the middle of a meditation session, finding yourself curious about the display.

He had heard you sneaking through the gardens and invited you to join him. But one invitation had extended to as many as you desired, and you always returned when you needed to clear your mind.

“You poor child,” Gyomei said as you struggled to forget about your conversation with Tengen from the evening prior. “Focus.”

“I can’t,” you sighed, pouting up at him even if he couldn’t see you.

“What troubles you?” he asked, letting out a deep exhale as he sat cross-legged on the grass.

“How much time do you have?” you grunted, tucking your legs further beneath you in an attempt to copy his pose.

“I feel you hurting,” Gyomei said. “It’s remarkably similar to the same emotion I felt yesterday when Sanemi visited.”

“Sanemi came here?” you asked, wincing at the desperation in your tone. You might as well wear a sign around your neck proclaiming your crush in bold-faced letters.

Gyomei hummed, bringing his hands together in front of him. “Sanemi is hurting too.”

“Hurting?” you repeated, feeling a sharp pin-prick of panic run ice through your veins. “Was he injured?”

“Not physical pain,” Gyomei chuckled, reaching over to ruffle your hair like he found you to be a cute puppy. You grimaced at the contact, smoothing the strands back into place. “Somewhere here.” You stiffened when his pointer finger pressed against the center of your chest. “Inside.”

“Not Sanemi!” you protested. “He doesn’t…He doesn’t let his emotions affect him.”

“Y/N.” Gyomei’s tone was gentle but appraising. “Even Sanemi isn’t immune to the whims of the soul.”

A breeze tickled the back of your neck, alleviating some of the heat there. “Did you ask him about it?”

“I told him to speak his mind,” Gyomei said, and a smile brightened his features. “He spoke of another Hashira, and I think you’re smart enough to figure out the rest.”

Huh? Sanemi mentioned you to Gyomei? You longed to ask the Stone Hashira to give you all the details of their conversation. But Gyomei would never betray another’s trust like that.

Even so, you apologized when you told him that you wouldn’t be able to stay. “I don’t think I’d make good company for you today,” you said, and Gyomei simply hummed in response.

You stood to brush the grass from your uniform pants. “Y/N,” Gyomei said before you could take your leave. “I did tell Sanemi that he should go see you soon. Perhaps you should prepare for a visit.”

Your eyes widened at the mere thought of having Sanemi back in such an intimate space. “Thank you, Gyomei.”

“Listen to him with an open mind,” Gyomei said to your retreating back. “Sanemi may not express himself well, but his eyes always betray him.”

You shivered at his words, and those fierce hues of violet that you adored so much followed you all the way home.

You were truly pathetic. It had been days since your conversation with Gyomei, and you spent them lounging around your estate, waiting like an impatient dog. What if Sanemi showed up when you were out on a mission?

The idea was unfairly troubling, and so you waited, feet propped up in front of you as you reclined on the futon in the main room, eyes closed against a slit of sunshine beaming in through the door. It felt like a punishment - maybe some form of recompense for all you had done to mess things up. If that was to be the case, then you could tolerate the pause on everything else in your life, giving all your attention to Sanemi.

After all, even your master had, in his eloquent manner, asked you to resolve the problem with yourself, and this was the way you had to do it. Even so, you couldn’t fault any of the others for growing worried about your absence, which is why you weren’t all surprised to hear a familiar voice calling out your name as they let themself inside.

You opened one eye, watching as Suma entered the room. “Oh? This is a surprise.”

“Well, you’re not usually moping around,” Suma remarked, studying you lounging across the futon, feet curled together at the end.

“Sorry,” you muttered. “Where’s the rest of you?”

“Tengen sent me alone,” Suma explained. “He’s been worried about you.”

“Is that so?” The automatic response came unbidden, even as you knew that your questions were unfair. Vague, non-commital things that spoke of your desire to be alone. To wallow in self-pity and remorse.

“Y/N,” Suma said in that nagging tone that she had likely learned from her husband. “What’s the point of this rebellion?”

“I wouldn’t call it that…” you said, groaning as you forced yourself to sit up. “I guess it is self-imposed.”

“Is this about the marriage contract?” Suma huffed. “That nasty Clan. We all know that it isn’t worth returning just for them to poison your good heart. I know you want to save your brothers and sisters, but there must be another way.”

“It’s not about the contract!” The damn thing came up during every conversation that you were involved in. “That doesn’t even matter. For the Clan, I’ve already defied them once before…”

“Defying the clan doesn’t make you a bad daughter,” Suma said. “If your parents can’t respect your choices, then they’re the ones who are wrong.”

“It’s not that I want to be in the Clan,” you grumbled. “I hate their ways just as much as you and the others. It just feels like I’ve always failed in the things I’m supposed to be responsible for. I failed to fit into the Clan because I despised their traditions, I failed as the oldest sister for leaving her siblings behind, and I even failed as a warrior.” Your eyes burned at the prospect of tears. “I failed to protect that slayer on my last mission, and I failed Sanemi when I hurt him…”

“None of those things are true,” Suma immediately denied in a tone fiercer than anything you had ever heard from the warrior - the same one who once sobbed into your arms in gratitude when you gave up your marriage to her husband. “Tengen was right, Y/N, you’ve always been way too hard on yourself. You want to shoulder the burden of responsibility, but most of those things are beyond your control.”

You considered her words, begrudgingly admitting to yourself that there was obvious merit and truth to them. “It doesn’t feel that way…”

“Because you haven’t learned to just let go,” Suma said, sitting down next to you on the futon to take your hands in her own. “It’s alright, you know? To let go of the things that hurt you before they consume you. There are no expectations from any of us, Y/N, for you to be anything more than the Falcon Hashira who saves innocent people and works relentlessly to make the world better.”

Subconsciously, your grip on her hands tightened. “I’ve already fucked everything up at this point. I tried to do what I thought was right.”

“Tengen said there are other ways to see your siblings-”

“I know what he said!” Your cold tone cut in, but you couldn’t help your outburst. Not when it had been fueled by frustration that mounted every second. “But I don’t want him to be involved. I don’t want people to go out of the way for me.”

“We’re a family!” Suma insisted. “We take care of each other. Tengen knows enough to keep himself safe from the Clan.”

“Even if it’s not the clan, I’ve already burned every bridge with Shinazugawa. I ruined our friendship, and I made him fucking cry, Suma! Did I ever tell you that? He cried that day we fought.”

Suma was clearly caught off-guard by your confession. Maybe even more so because you could feel the corners of your eyes stinging with the promise of tears. “Y/N.”

Your throat felt dry. Ears ringing.

“I can’t speak on Sanemi’s feelings, but it seems like he was upset that he was losing you.”

Your tongue lay utterly useless in your mouth as you tried to make sense of it. “That’s not true. I wasn’t going back to the Clan full time. He told me I was weak.”

“Did he say those exact words?” Suma challenged. “I don’t know him that well, but it seems like Sanemi isn’t the type to control his emotions when he’s upset.”

“That doesn’t give him the right to lose his shit!”

“No, but it should tell you how much it bothered him.” Suma let a huff of breath escape. “Did you even ask him how he felt about it?”

“He didn’t give me the opportunity.” She was taking up for Sanemi, and you wanted to tell her that she didn’t need to do that. You blamed yourself plenty and had always given him the benefit of the doubt.

“Well, based on what I’ve heard, you might want to consider visiting the Wind Pillar estate…”

“Suma-” You broke off at the uncomfortable sensation of a shiver snaking its way up the length of your spine.

Your instincts whipered that you and Suma were no longer alone, and they were proven correct when you whipped your head in the direction of a familiar head of onyx-black hair walking into the room. “Tomioka.”

Suma blinked at the name, following your gaze to where the Water Hashira stood with your attendant muttering apologies from behind him. Apparently, Tomioka was the type to make himself more than comfortable in your estate, even without permission. Although, you found that you were even more troubled by the fact that in all your years of camaraderie, Tomioka had never once come to visit you.

From behind him, your frazzled attendant cleared her throat, blushing bright red. “Master, he came in without an invitation.”

“It’s alright.” You brushed off her concerns. Tomioka didn’t seem like the type to go out of his way for anything. If he came here to speak to you, then he wouldn’t leave without doing so.

“Y/N.” Tomioka was always short with his words, perfunctory in a way that made you respect him.

“Uh-” Suma inserted herself awkwardly, standing up from the futon. “I can give you both a moment alone.”

You nodded, watching her retreat from the room. She moved around Tomioka, sending a suspicious glare in his direction. You allowed a succession of pulsating silence before breaking it: “You’ve never visited before.”

You studied Tomioka as he carried himself further into the room, reaching behind himself to close off the partition separating the foyer from the main room. “My apologies,” he said, offering no further explanation as he took Suma’s spot next to you on the futon. “I’m not one for gossip-” You snorted in interruption, whispering an apology at his responding stare. “The situation with you and Sanemi is affecting the rest of the Hashira,” he continued. “I’ve decided to intervene.”

“Giyu-”

“You knew you had feelings for him,” Tomioka persisted, giving you no room to protest. “Even before the contract.”

Always straight to the point. “Yes,” you sighed. “But what’s the point of remaining chaste if I didn’t know if he reciprocated? I’m not sure if you know about my clan-”

“I know about all of it.” Tomioka cleared his throat. “Sanemi told me.”

“He did?”

“You should’ve told him about your feelings regardless.” Tomioka ignored your question, but he seemed determined to get his point across. “I think your honesty would’ve made him see reason in ways that I couldn’t.”

You flinched at his words. “In ways you couldn’t?”

“It’s my fault,” Tomioka said, looking down as if in shame. “I pushed him to go after you. The day you told him about your plans for your marriage, I convinced him to tell you that he had feelings for you.”

You were silent at his confession. Tomioka had done what? As if acting on unconscious urging, you moved closer to him, smelling the scent of fresh water lilies on his skin. “You couldn’t have known.”

“It’s the reason why he hates me,” Tomioka whispered, and despite wearing an empty expression, there was an uncanny sadness in Tomioka that made you want to lean in and offer some kind of reassurance.

“Giyu-” you tried to protest until you were interrupted by the sound of the partition sliding against its track, revealing a surprised Sanemi standing on the other side.

There was a brief moment where all three of you were stunned into silence, before the sound of Suma’s screech reached your ears. “Y/N,” Suma shrieked from behind him, waving her hands through the air. “He let himself in! I couldn’t get him to stop!”

You’re suddenly made aware of your closeness to Giyu, nearly jumping back in your haste to create some distance. What were the odds that Sanemi would choose to make his grand arrival on the same afternoon when both Tomioka and Suma had decided to visit you? After days of waiting for him, trusting Gyomei’s word, he shows up when youleast expect it.

“Tomioka.” Sanemi’s tone was strangely cold.

“Shinazugawa,” Giyu returned in a calm manner, simply rising from where he had been sitting next to you.

“Oh please.” Sanemi sneered, flickering his gaze between the two of you. “Don’t let me interrupt.”

He was walking away in the next moment, and you jumped into action, nearly tripping over your own feet in your haste to catch him. You made it to the front door without making a complete fool of yourself, leaning against the entryway when you cupped your hands over your mouth. “Shinazugawa,” you nearly snarled at his retreating form. “We need to talk.”

You could see every muscle tensed and coiled beneath the tight fabric of Sanemi’s uniform top.

For a moment, you thought he would just ignore you and keep walking, but he defied your expectations. His shoulders dropped under the weight of a visible exhale, glancing back at you. “Well?”

“Let me see them off first,” you said, throwing a distracted hand back at Suma and Tomioka who were standing together behind you. “You can meet me in our usual spot-” you broke off, startled at the words - at how easy it was for you to say them as if you had never missed a beat.

Your usual spot, of course, being the roof where you spent countless nights watching the stars. In the past, you and Sanemi spent the majority of your time split between his estate and your own. Favored places to spend that time had always involved being outside and under the moon light.

Sanemi seemed to also be affected by your words, but he tried to play them off with a loud scoff. “I’ll be waiting.”

“Thank you,” you said, grateful that he hadn’t stormed off instead; perhaps Gyomei had been right in his reassurance that Sanemi truly wanted to speak his mind.

From overhead, you heard the ruffling of feathers as Kaya likely spotted Sanemi from her nest in the largest tree on your property. It didn’t take her long to soar down on a passing breeze, landing on his shoulder with practiced ease.

“I won’t be long,” you said, turning back to study Tomioka and Suma. “Sorry to send you away…”

“No!” Suma squealed, coming up to squeeze your shoulders. “I think we both understand.”

You nodded, feeling nervous about your impending conversation with Sanemi. “Giyu-”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said - easygoing as always, even as he passed you by to brush his shoulder with yours - a show of comfort. One that you clutched too, leading them both down the well-worn path to the woods, wondering if your heart could take Sanemi’s rejection.

It was as you stood in front of the open window of your bedroom - the one leading out to the platform on the roof of your estat - that you took a moment to study Sanemi. At a distance, you could openly admire him - everything from his muscular shoulders to the untamed mess of wispy silver spikes that you knew felt unbelievably soft under your fingers.

He looked almost peaceful, not nearly as tense as you felt, and you huffed in annoyance, seeing Kaya snuggled up to Sanemi. The traitor! Watching as he copied your same gentle motions of stroking a finger along her spine.

You closed your eyes around a deep inhale and exhale. This was your chance to make things right, and you wouldn’t forgive yourself for ruining it. For once, you would leave everything out in the open for him, and it would be entirely Sanemi’s decision whether he accepted you back into his life.

Of course, he wasn’t exactly instilling confidence, sneering at your approach. You forced yourself to study him closer, to see past the carefully constructed mask, to examine the same eyes that Gyomei had promised could not lie. Kaya fluttered her wings at your arrival but refused to leave Sanemi’s lap. “She remains loyal to you,” you remarked as way of starting what would prove to be a difficult conversation.

Sanemi huffed at your introduction. “I guess she takes after you in that regard - loyalty that is.” You blinked, touched by the unexpected compliment. “Though maybe not to me.”

The barb stung deep. “I never wanted to leave your side,” you informed him, making yourself comfortable in the chair next to his own, gazing out across the empty field.

“But you did,” Sanemi said, hands clenched tight on his armrests as if holding himself back. “You made your decision when you signed that fucking contract.”

“Oh, this?” you questioned with a sly smirk, removing it from the pocket inside your jacket. You held it up to him, taking only a small degree of satisfaction in seeing him physically recoil at the sight.

He took a deep breath as if trying to calm himself down. “You’re taunting me.”

“No,” you disagreed, allowing the contract to rest in your lap. “If I’m not mistaken, it’s the reason we fought before.”

“Of course it is,” Sanemi said. “I hate that fucking thing.”

“What do you hate exactly?” you asked.

“The idea of it,” he said. “You giving yourself away to someone undeserving when you don’t really want it.”

“Is it just because of that?”

Sanemi squirmed, visibly uncomfortable. You held your breath, wanting to push him the rest of the way off the ledge - no other outcome would matter to you just as long as you confirmed whether or not Gyomei, Tengen, and Tomioka had spoken the truth. “No,” he eventually admitted, perhaps braver than you had ever seen him before.

“Then tell me,” you said. “What are your other reasons?”

His responding breath echoed with the sound of a shudder. “I don’t want you to,” Sanemi said. “If you were with someone else, you couldn’t be with me.”

“Sanemi-”

“You’ve said no before,” Sanemi went on as if afraid of your next words. “I spoke with Tengen about it - there are other ways to see your brothers and sisters and stay connected to the clan…even if they don’t deserve you,” he tacked on almost like an afterthought.

“You’ve thought this through,” you noted. “How many people have you talked to about it?”

“Does it matter?” he grunted.

“Yes,” you replied. “Because none of them were me.”

His head whipped to you in a flash, and you briefly admired his impressive reflexes. “What did you want me to say?”

“Maybe telling me how you really felt instead of being an asshole?”

“You were just as vindictive,” he retorted.

“Fine,” you agreed with a dismissive shake of your head. “You didn’t trust me either. Did you really think I slept with that younger slayer?”

Sanemi grimaced. “No, but not because you wanted to or not. You’re bound by that ridiculous contract.”

“That’s true,” you agreed. One of the conditions for marriage had always been your chastity. “How did it make you feel?” you asked instead. “When I told you about the contract?”

“Like you stabbed me in the fucking back,” he gritted out.

“It wasn’t to betray you-”

“But you signed it anyway because you don’t give a shit about me,” he said, glaring daggers at the contract. “You don’t have the same feelings.”

“How do you know?”

“You never said anything!”

“Neither did you,” you responded, trying to keep your temper in check, and your tone neutral.

He growled in frustration. “Fine, but I was also pissed because you left that stupid clan, only to let them sink their claws back into you.” He visibly trembled, looking down at his lap. “They would’ve taken you away.”

“From who?” you questioned. “The Slayer Corps or from you?”

“Both!” he snapped. “Satisfied? You wanted to leave, and you didn’t care who you hurt on the way out.”

“You’re wrong,” you said, holding his gaze despite how difficult it was to be on the receiving end of the fire.

“Wrong?” he repeated.

“You’re too stubborn,” you said, uncaring of his snort. “I have to prove it to you.”

“Prove what?”

“Here,” you said, holding up the contract once more. “You get the honor.”

“Of signing you away?” he growled, snatching it from your fingers with his characteristic roughness.

You turned to look at him, heart clenching painfully at the sheer agony heavy in those violet eyes. “Rip it to shreds,” you said, noting the evident surprise that quickly overtook the bitterness. “Hell, burn it if you want.”

Silence descended between you both at your words. Kaya chirped from Sanemi’s laugh as if sensing the situation taking a turn. She opened her wings to take off toward the stars.

Sanemi’s fingers tightened around the contract, digging in almost painfully. “What is this?” he asked, and you could hear the uncertainty as clear as the wind whipping through the branches overhead in response to him.

“This is me telling you that I’d throw away my twisted sense of responsbility in a heartbeat if it meant being with you for the rest of my life,” you said. “But only if you want the same thing. I’m literally putting my heart in your hands. If you have feelings for me like you said-”

You broke off with a start when calloused fingers did just that, tearing the contract in half right before your very eyes. You didn’t even have a chance to finish speaking. “Impatient,” you tsked, but whatever other words had been waiting on the tip of your tongue were gone in a flash when two strong hands gripped your face tightly between them, tilting your head just enough to meet the desperate lips of the man sitting next to you.

In that brief second, it felt as if all time had stopped, locking you and Sanemi in a single moment, and you were determined to cherish it. Savoring the smell and taste of him, the smooth glide of his tongue against yours, and the soft strands of his silver locks as your fingers knotted themselves between them. You heard Sanemi’s groan as he forced himself even closer, stealing each breath of air from your lungs as he kept your mouths connected.

He chased you even as you reluctantly pulled back to relieve the ache in your lungs. “Total concentration breathing,” he whispered in the sliver of space separating you, and it took your lust-addled brain a moment to comprehend what he meant before you scoffed, shoving him playfully as a shit-eating grin stretched the corners of his lips.

It had been a long time since Sanemi had smiled at you like that, and it was even more breath-stealing than your feverish exchange of kisses. “Forgive me for being distracted.”

“Distracted?” he repeated, lifting one of his hands to brush his thumb across the swollen purse of your lips. “That’s unlike you.”

“Is it?” you managed in return, closing your eyes against his touch and shivering when he leaned in closer to whisper in your ear.

“Spend the night with me.”

“Hmmm…” you pretended to contemplate his words, slightly embarrassed at how quickly you wanted to agree. “Isn’t that too forward of you?”

He snorted at your teasing, fingers cupping your chin to direct your gaze, caught in the bright allure of violet pools. “I’ve waited long enough.”

Under the watchful gaze of the sky, his scars were even more discernible, and he didn’t even flinch when you reached out to trace their path. “What will you do?”

Your question was met with a dark chuckle, and before you could even process his movements, Sanemi had kicked aside his chair in favor of kneeling between your thighs, spreading them apart with his broad hands. The position was dizzying, and you felt the back of your skull hit against the wall behind you, breathing hard as those same hands journeyed across your hips, fingers spreading wide when they held your waist. He still managed to look so big, even down on his knees, pulling you close enough to lock yourself around him, hands balancing your weight on his shoulders as his teeth caught onto the skin of your exposed throat. “I’m taking you out of these clothes,” he growled, loosening your shirt from where it had tucked into the waistband of your pants. You hissed between clenched teeth as bare hands smoothed across your skin, thumbs teasing the sides of your breasts. “And then I’m getting my cock inside you.”

His words did little to alleviate the warm flush to your skin, heart practically vibrating against your sternum. “Please,” you whispered, finding yourself growing faint as his touches grew rougher, teeth digging in more firmly at your neck.

“Will you let me?” he asked, hot breath tickling the skin where he had been spending far too much time licking and sucking, no doubt painting all sorts of colorful bruises. “Tell me what you want.”

You gripped tight to the back of his hair, pulling him away from the mess he was making of your neck. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah? You think that little virgin cunt can handle it?”

“I can take it,” you insisted.

“I know,” he agreed, and you whimpered as he untangled your hands, rising to his full height to look down at you. “You’ll let me, won’t you? Make you feel good in ways those clan boys of yours never could.”

The remark should’ve stung your pride, or at the very least come across as an insult to your warrior traditions, but it only fed your arousal instead, legs clenching together on reflex. “I only want you,” you insisted, and this seemed to please Sanemi, teeth on full display in a smile that could only be described as arrogant.

“Then what are we waiting for, sweetheart?” he asked, and your stomach flipped at the nickname.

You didn’t bother disguising your eagerness any longer, letting him take your outstretched hand, and leaving the shredded marriage contract forgotten to the wind.

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dorkszn · 2 months

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your-local-baguette · 1 month

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Funny moments as sanemi's wife

Warnings: not proofread, cursing and more. Fem!reader, proceed at your own risk. Sexual reference

Your daughter was sitting on your lap while sanemi was sitting next to you. The other hashiras conversing, a high pitched voice suddenly interrupted the conversation " mommy, what's a hooker ?" Everybody froze, your five year old looked up at you curiously. You looked at your husband with a forced smile. He side-eyed you "what ?" Your eye twitched "you're not safe when we're getting home" he looked at you "as if you could hurt me-" "don't play with fire shinaguzawa"

'shit' sanemi said in his head, if you calling him sanemi is bad then shinaguzawa....

He swore to never provoke you ever again.

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You felt a palm on your butt, your head made a slow turn towards your husband who gave it a slap. You blinked slowly at him, you didn't even have the ghost of a smile on your face. You flipped him off and walked away.

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You started coughing a little "my throat is sore.." you in said a quiet voice. Sanemi glanced at you "sucked my dick too much last night ?" Your mouth was slightly agape, while some other hashira were looking (muichiro isn't here) the ghost of a smirk was quick to disappear from your face. "Weren't you moaning like a bitch last night ?" The conversation ended and sanemi was grumpy at you the rest of the day. "Get a taste of your own medicine" you said rolling your eyes playfully.

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I'm back in my demon slayer phase lol.

If you want more crack like this you can always suggest scenarios.

Love u byye!

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thegayestmferintown · 6 months

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Hello! Heard you are looking for requests so here is one! How about one of the hashiras (or all of them saperated) + kagaya (platonic) x ubuyashiki daughter reader? In which reader is kagaya daughter and they are in love with her but haven't told her yet because her health is getting worse from the curse how would they react to finding her passed out on the floor with blood coming out of her mouth?

𝐀𝐰𝐰𝐰.. :(

𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 :(

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐊𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 (?), 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭-𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜?

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮

Kyojuro's heart would set itself ablaze, and not in a good way.

He'd run to your side, gently lifting you up and gently holding your head in his lap.

"..𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞? 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞?" He'd ask in a panicked manner.

Your only response was more blood pooling from your lips.

He'd gently lift you up, taking off his haori and gently wiping your lips before gently holding it under your chin.

He didn't care if it became stained with blood, he could get another one.

He'd only care about your health, and your ability to move as you used to.

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐢

Tengen's usual flashiness disappeared.

Panic would cover him, head to toe.

Once regulating himself, he'd come closer to you, gently lifting you up in order for you to not choke on your blood.

For once, he'd be silent. Not a singular word would come from him.

His free hand would gently run through your hair as he'd watch you get the rest of it out.

You could've sworn he wasn't breathing the entire time.

Because when you stopped coughing things up, you could hear him taking a long, hard breath.

𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐢

Mitsuri's heart broke as she saw you.

She would be at your side before you could even process that she was there.

She'd hold you close, whispering soft things to you as she gently rubbed your back.

She'd stay by your side the entire time.

She'd pat your back every now and again, making sure you were getting it all out.

She'd be silently sobbing, hoping you'd be okay in the end.

Once you stopped, she'd take her haori off, resting it on your shoulders.

𝐈𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢

Obanai would freeze up, panicking internally.

He didn't know whether to get Shinobu or do something himself.

Kaburamaru would notice this and gently slither off his shoulders to the ground.

He'd slither over to you, using almost all of his snake-like strength to push you up.

Once this happened, Obanai would snap out of it before running to you.

He was trembling, but held you up, as Kaburamaru gently slithered back to Obanai's shoulders.

Fright would be evident in his eyes even after you were okay.

𝐆𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐢 𝐇𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚

Gyomei wouldn't be able to.. see you.

So he'd hear your coughing, and the liquid escaping your lips and put two (2) and two (2) together.

Tears would spill from his eyes as he'd make his way toward you, lifting you up.

He'd set his beads to the side, gently holding your hair back as he let you let it all out.

Like some of the others, he'd wrap his haori around you.

He'd feel terrible, causing more tears to spill.

As soon as he heard the blood stop hitting the ground, he'd pull you close, gently rubbing your back.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚

His fists would tighten, and his eyes would widen.

His footing would become unsteady as a gasp released from him.

Now, he wasn't particularly... inept in the whole physical health thing, but he could tell something was clearly wrong.

A small growl would come from him as he'd run to you, gently (well, gently for him) pushing your head downward with one hand and holding you up with the other.

He sat in front of you, a victim to the blood that spewed from you,

But that was fine, nothing he hadn't experienced before.

As soon as you calmed down, he'd pull you close, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he gently rocked the two of you back and forth.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮 𝐊𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐨

She'd freeze up.

Despite her intellect in the field of the human body, she wouldn't move.

Seeing you like this, reminded her so much of her sister.

Instead of staying to help you, she could help but.. leave.

She ran, as fast as she could back to the butterfly mansion.

She'd breathe heavily, her mind foggy with tears pooling in her eyes.

Her body would tremble as she'd slide down the wall, stopping when she sat on the floor.

𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚

He'd gasp lightly, his usual calm and stoic demeanor disappearing.

For the first time in forever, tears would pool in his eyes and gently slip from them.

He'd slowly make his way to you, lifting you up slightly and letting you cough it up.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his soft expression and the tears fall from his eyes.

It hurt him so bad to see you like this,

So bad that all he could think of doing was crying as he held you up.

His love for you was so intense, that it could cause him to do things he hadn't done in years.

𝐌𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐨

Muichiro's face wouldn't change.

He wouldn't know what to do.

He loved you, of course, but... how was he to help?

He watched as you choked on your own blood, feeling horrible that he didn't know what to do.

He was only fourteen, would you expect him to know?

He was trained to fight to protect humans from demons, but when it came to protecting the one he loved most?

He didn't know what to do.

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daddy-suguru · 1 year

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Sanemi + titty fucking

✑ tags: big titty!reader, titty fucking, praise, sanemi calls you ma

Sinking his fingers into your breasts, bruising them while he fucks your breasts. Squishing them both together, memorizing the way his cock vanished in between them. Peaking out the top so close to your soft, swollen puffy lips.

Massaging your nipples, pinching them occasional to hear you cry. As he recalls "Wearing that loose-fitting tank top during training. With your beautiful fat tits bouncing and trying to spill out the sides." His cock nudges your lips, sticking out your tongue. For his flush pink head to swipe over your tongue with each stroke.

He spits on your tits, watching it roll down the curve of your breasts, in between your breasts. Accusing you of, "You did that on purpose didn't you, trying to get me to start at your pretty tits huh ma?"

You had taken Sanemi's muscle t-shirt and didn't wear a bra. It meant your breasts were swaying, bouncing, and jiggling during stretching and sparring. Sanemi was very distracted, giving you an upper hand on him.

Until he finally had enough, pinning you the front door. Ripping his shirt, and biting down on yoru breasts till you cried that you had enough. Before he dragged you into the bedroom, tied you up and slicked up your breasts, with flavored lube, to fuck and bite.

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moonlesslights · 1 year

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Red thoughts (Sanemi x f!Reader)

Summary: After being kept apart from the Wind Hashira by your master, a mission suddenly brings the two of you together into a heartwarming path with dangerous twists in between that end up putting a bulge in Sanemi’s pants.

Warnings: Smut with plot. This is somewhat long but i’m really in love with this man so I also needed some fluff here. Minor character death and choking kink.

(If there’s something more you consider should be in Warnings, please let me know!)

A/N: I hope you enjoy this, because I truly enjoyed writing it. A lot of fun, love and smut with a happy ending, so don’t worry. Love y’all!

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“So you’re the little flame.” The Wind Hashira grins at you, mockery dancing on his eyes.

His white hair stands out against his pale skin full of scars that cross his face from side to side. A tug on one of the corners of your lips occurs when you are now able to observe that classic extravagance in each of the Hashira.

“Is a pleasure to finally meet you, sir.” You bow, slowly, and his smile disappears at the sight, drawing you to your full height again with the doubt that you've done something wrong.

You frown at his irritated gaze, glancing quickly at your own clothes for anything that didn't look entirely presentable. But you just can’t find a single stained o wrikled spot on your kimono, and the anger on his face is starting to freak you out. Was this what Kyojuro meant with his warnings about this man all this time?

"Has anyone told you how weird it is to introduce yourself to someone after spending a week in the same place as that person?" His voice now carries a hint of bitterness and irony that makes your stomach sink. "I've seen you loitering around the compound for six days and I think I'm the only Hashira who doesn't know your name."

Your eyes widen in surprise before you can do anything about it. He had seen you? For six days? Your mouth opens only to close again without having managed to bring a single word of excuse to the tip of your tongue. Gods, how disrespectful has it been to have overlooked him all this time? Now you have to feel your face heat up at the thought: How much have I ignored his presence that I've only seen him for two days?

His large eyes continue to examine you, piercing through every layer of courage it took you to even appear in his domain. Your heart is already beating faster than you would like, and each blow to the chest makes you lose more and more composure in the face of his insistent, too insistent gaze.

But it's not your fault! It's not fair that any opportunity to have a healthy friendship relationship with him slipped away before you could even notice because of someone else, because of...

“I was looking foward to talk to you for some days now” You rush to say, narrowing your eyes in his direction. You're not going to let the first thing the imposing man knows about you is the fear his presence seemed to exude for everyone else. “But Master Rengoku… Mhm…!” Are you going to say it?, was it right? Your lips snap shut, gods, how were you going to explain that now?

"Oh." There is no need, you realize. No more words are necessary for the Hashira in front of you to understand your reasons at once.

However, you are not sure if that knowledge makes you happy.

You shift one foot after the other, playing with your balance as you remember how many times you asked to meet Master Shinazugawa and how many times Kyojuro talked you out of it. It were his words as your superior that you respected enough to carry out his wishes...

At least until Oyakata-sama himself called for you to ask you to join the Wind Hashira on a hunting adventure that had come his way.

"I'm sorry!" You exclaim at the top of your lungs, bowing.

Sanemi frowns even deeper, but this time with confusion. His voice is next to appear:

"What are you doing?! Stop you idiot!" A weary sigh calms you enough to look back at his face. You shrug, a soft smile painted on your lips. "Whatever. Wait for me here, we'll be gone in a moment."

Your enthusiastic nod only elicits another groan from him. His figure turns around and disappears into his residence, giving you the opportunity to observe the large trees and the huge garden that surrounds the wooden house.

It looks like a quiet, comfortable home. Definitely much quiet than the place you shared with Kyojuro as his tsuguko, and with three guys a little too hyperactive.

Your eyes roam the neatly arranged room, the fine armchairs and china arrangements on fully stocked bookcases. You can't help but smile at how long such order would last in your own residence with your 4 favorite walking disasters present.

"But why can't I go too?"

"I don’t need you."

"If it's an easy one they shouldn't send a Hashira..."

"Who said it was an easy one?!"

Your attention flows into the structure, watching two tall figures walk towards you.

Sanemi is wearing his classic outfit now, instead of the training uniform, and the boy next to him, Genya, his brother, frowns at the shout the Hashira just let out.

"Idiot..." The younger of the two murmurs under a sigh, but continuing on his way next to the white-haired one.

"I don't think it will take too long." Sanemi replies, giving him a death glare. "Take care of the place while I'm gone."

"As if I ever hadn't." Genya murmurs, arms crossed.

A simple smile is drawn on your lips at the scene, attracting the dark-haired boy's gaze faster than you would have liked.

His eyes widen in surprise and his mouth falls in reflex as he turns to his brother with raised eyebrows.

"And what are you lookin at now?" Sanemi spits out, almost baring his fangs.

Genya gently shakes his head, widening his eyes even further: "Isn't she who...?"

The Hashira's huge hand shoots at his brother's head, holding it in a threatening movement for several seconds until he finishes whispering something into his ear.

A threat that, more than scaring the minor, encourages him to let out a mocking laugh and to say goodbye to both of you with a huge smile that seems to warm up the top of the ears of your companion.

...

Traveling to the northern village began as a journey nothing if not heavy.

Sanemi was not someone who was easy to strike up a conversation with, and you had to realize that sooner than later.

Monosyllables. That's the only thing you can expect for an answer. A "yes", a "no", a shrug of the shoulders or an irritated sigh; and, if the Hashira is feeling generous, maybe he'll give you an "Enough already"

Was that he was still angry about the incident with Rengoku?, or is it his nature that prevents him from trying to be the least bit nice?

Whatever the case was, it is gettin in your nerves. And maybe that’s why you get along so well with the guys and Kyojuro: they just never shut up. And neither do you. So how is this supposed to work now?

“How about we play a game?” You try now, giving him the most unstable smile he could have seen in a while.

His eyes travel to yours, slowly. He tilts his head with an almost imperceptible movement and your smile is now threatening to split your face in two.

“Mhm.” Sanemi shrugs and turns to the road again.

Your blood boils in your veins. You’re not going to be able to stand the next two and half hours of travel this way. Agh!

“Just answer me, would you?!” You snap, abruptly stopping. “I’m sorry about what happened with Master Rengoku, but I'm here now and I’m trying to make it up for both of us!, I wanted to talk to you too, I actually wanted to see your training, I WAS JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS, ASSHOLE!”

The silence after your scream cuts the air. The crow above your heads squawks between the discomfort as you feel your teeth pressed together. The wind caresses your skin, cold, and you swear this is how he would feel.

“I see something… yellow.”

It takes you a moment to restart your brain cells. One blink, two blinks. He’s standing right in front of you, not even looking in your direction; one hand on the Katana’ handle and his breath as calm as you have ever heard.

… Is he trying to play?

Your mouth feels dry. Your heart in the throat still. Of course.

“That yellow flag…”

“No.” He answers.

Both of you continue walking in silence, soft steps directed to that still far destiny.

“The curtains of that house.”

“No.”

“The dress of that girl.”

“No.”

“Haven’t we passed it already?” You ask, looking back to see if something yellow made it out of your sight.

“No.”

The shoes, those doors, the ornaments, that house, the hair of that man…

“No.”

“Agh! I don’t know. Screw it, you’re impossible…” You groan, looking at him. “What is it?”

He then turns to you, grin on his face and bright eyes of someone who just won. Well, at least he looks more happy now, it doesn’t matter if…

“The sun”

This mother…

“The sun it’s not yellow!”

“Of course it is!”

“No! Look at it now, do you see it yellow?” He frowns, glancing at you like you were crazy.

“Of course I’m not looking at it, I’m not stupid.”

That’s debatable.

“The sun is not yellow, that game wasn’t fair.”

“Everyone draws it yellow.” He shrugs, ignoring the looks of other people on the two of you.

You clench your jaw. Does he feel like he won?, let’s show him how stupid he really is.

“My turn.” You rush, looking around you. “I see something… White.”

“The clouds.”

“No.”

“The wall.”

“No.”

“If this is some kind of joke…” He looks at you as you spread an innocent smile over your face. “That doll.”

You turn your head as you actually thought about it, but then: “No.”

Ten more objects passed over his lips movements, his patience running low with every response your gave him.

“Do you give up?” You ask, leaning in his direction.

“No. Shut up.”

Another ten objects and the town it’s left behind, making him grow angrier with every step. C'mon, everything in the woods was brown and green, what the hell would be your excuse for cheating now?

“Do you give up?” You ask again, confusing his thoughts.

“Screw you.” He sentences, avoiding your gaze.

You take that as a yes.

Your smile widens and he lets out a sight, irritated.

“That.” Your hand raises and points to his head. “Your hair.”

His face… priceless. His clenching fist… threatening. He feels the anger raise up to his system as his eyes fix on the white strand falling to his face, smacking reason into him.

Nah, that should have been cheating, it wasn’t allowed, was it?, choosing something of one of the players. It wasn’t fair because… because he didn’t even thought for a second his hair was the thing you were seeing. Fuck off…

He looks at you, frowning and with his canines showing; but in the moment you burst out laughing, his walls crumble.

The joy that emanates from your throat is… lovely. He had never got the chance to hear it before, always too far from you, always too distracted. Your eyes are almost close as your smile spreads across your face, and then…

“Don’t look at me like that, neither of us can beat the other!” You let go your body to his, dropping your head on his shoulder with a soft movement. Then he learned your first love language: touch.

And it was bad, it was too bad, because he loved the touch, he craved it, but most of the time he didn’t know how to ask for it. So when someone he finds lovely takes ahead, he just can’t help it: he doesn’t want to lose it.

His hands raise to your shoulders and brings back your body against him, brute. Chest to chest, skin caressing skin, and cold wind messing his stupid white hair.

His eyes are glued to the distance in front of him, refusing you the possibility to look at his face. And maybe it was okay, because you would have got scared at how uneasy he looked, what the hell is he doing?

His brows are strongly furrowed and his arms are shaking with the idea of the mistake he just made; but he doesn’t seem to be able to lose the grip on your body.

And he just hates it, he hates it until you let out a soft happy sigh and rub your nose against the skin on his collarbones, he hates it until you let your head rest on his shoulder and your arms climb to wrap around his neck.

“This is nice.” And he doesn’t hates it anymore. 'Cause you murmur with your lips touching his skin, easing the crawl of anxiety you got every time you went on a mission.

So he lets go, lowering his arm to your waist, applying comforting pressure to your body. His head drops to your shoulders and he swears the rhythm of his heart calms as your essence surrounds him.

Another squawk echoes from the sky and his hands tighten on the fabric of your kimono.

"You know that the Demon in that town could be a Kizuki, right?"

"Mmm... Mhm" You nod.

"Genya doesn't know anything, I didn't want to worry him... He's always been affected a bit more than the others." Sanemi sighs, his cold hands giving a pleasant chill to your skin. "I'm not your master and I don't give a shit about oaths... If things get ugly, you're out, do you understand me?"

"No, wait..."

Sanemi stands back up to his full height, his arms still around you and his face inches from yours; widened pupils that don't leave your eyes for a second.

"I don't want you to play hero, all you'll do is embarrass yourself. I want you to get out of there and bring Rengoku or Tengen with you, do you understand?"

You shake your head, looking down. This is not how it is suppose to work.

"That's an order."

"Genya would never forgive me. If I came back without you, I would never forgive me... Not if this is our first mission together."

The Hashira shakes his head in amusement.

"He will. You will. It's an occupational hazard."

Your eyes go up to his, how can you fit in so well with someone you've only just met?, how can you feel it under your skin?

"I don't need you to promise me that you will..." He whispers, his lips brushing your cheek now and his lashes caressing your temple. "I need you to obey."

Your heart pounds in your chest, throwing you off balance. You have no choice but to nod.

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The village... The village was not in the form you expected to find it.

There were no bodies on the sidewalks and no blood running down the streets. No screams or terrified people. It didn't look at all like what Oyakata-sama had described as "a village subjugated by a demon".

The only thing that seems to warn of danger is the strange atmosphere in which everyone seems to move. Pink particles that float through the entire town and begin to blur your vision just 10 minutes after your arrival.

"What is this?" You whisper, reaching your hand out in front of you trying to catch a few between your fingers.

Sanemi shakes his head next to you, tapping your wrist to stop you from doing that.

"I have no idea, but I don't think it's the best to stick around too long to find out what happens if we keep breathing this shit." A man walks in front of you, smiling a little too friendly, lowering his eyes to your entire shape. "This thing keeps them calm and happy one way or another. We need to get to the Demon before this lowers our own defenses."

After a few comments, you both agree that the best way to find the responsible for all of that was following the path to the biggest concentration of pink particles. But with every step you keep taking to the big house on the edge of the town, your head feels more and more light and your feet start to move on their own.

You two need to finish this as quickly as possible or you won’t be able to fight right.

“Let me take the front, you enter from the back. Let’s take it by surprise and cut its head off once for all.”

Sanemi smirks at your plan, nodding.

“Whatever you say, little flame.” He agrees, taking his katana. “Just try not to die before I get there to save your ass, got it?”

You smile as you see his frame disappear when he turns to the next lane, white hair floating between the darkness. He’s going to do his part, you’re sure, and you need to do yours if you want to prove everyone and yourself that you deserved to be the next Fire Hashira.

The front door creeks at your intrusion, letting you observe with apprehensiveness the first hall on sight. Your steps appear to make too much noise and your ears keep warning you on every little noise you’re aware of.

Katana on hand, it is the only thing that makes you feel ready to whatever it’s coming. That said, your movements are clumsier at every minute that passes, and the amount of concentration of pink dust in that house was crazy. You could barely see two steps ahead of you.

“C’mon, c’mon..” You mutter, rushing your steps upstairs. “Where are y…?”

“Where is your lover?”

You stop every single movement of your muscles at the voice breathing on the back of your neck. A chill runs thought your spine. Shit, you couldn’t even sense her smell by now.

“I’m sure he was with you on your way here…” She continues, starting to walk into your sight.

“Do you mean that white haired guy?” You ask, raising your katana in front of you, furrowing your brows.

“Yes!” She exalts, smiling with bright fangs. “Where is he?, did he left you? Already?”

Her pretty face shrugs in confusion, looking at you like she was really concerned about your answer. She’s tall, a lot more than you, and her dark hair seems to float around her pink dress, giving her an strange aura you have never felt before… But that could be just the amount of pink particles you had inhaled by now.

“It was about the guy you kissed months ago?, Is he jealous?” Her bright eyes give her a childish, almost innocent appearance.

You step back. How did she managed to know about that?

“You kissed him too just a couple of days ago, isn’t?!” Your eyes fly open at her statement, felling like an idiot the moment your face starts to turn red. How could you be blushing in a moment like this? “But you don’t feel the same way… Is it because this new man?”

Her voice trembles and you force yourself to look at her eyes. You feel your chest let go at the realization: She wasn’t a Kizuki. But the way tears start to build up under her eyes tells you that her explosive personality could be the real problem.

“But then why did he leave you?! Didn’t he know you want him?”

“No…” You try to calm her. Your hand tightens on your weapon, getting nervous at how every rush of emotions lets out another wave of pinky particles. “He’s not my lover, he just had things to do.”

“N-No… But you two… I was sure…” Her knees buckle, looking at you with hidden pain in her features.

“It’s okay.” You coo. As pacific as her death could, the better.

“No… No, no!” Another pink wave hits you straight on the face. “You’re lying!, or you don’t- you don’t know how he… Where is he? Where is he?!”

“I’m here.”

Both pairs of eyes fly to the the back door of the room, widening with different emotions at the white haired figure brandishing a katana on its hands.

“Yes!, he came!” She looks at you with evident excitement and you need to hide the amusement at the confusion written on Sanemi’s face. “Now I can tell you how he feels, now you can know I wasn’t wrong!”

That seems to activate something in the Hashira. Sanemi clenches his jaw, tensing up.

“Fuck this.” He whispers, rushing towards the demon with a clean movement, seeking to cut off his head in one move.

However, the smile on the girls face only gets bigger and bigger. Jumping aside, the blade misses her neck for inches.

You get on action now, taking advantage of the distraction caused with Sanemi intervention to direct your katana to her feet, hitting below her knees with almost a perfect technique. Still, your legs feel weak at the sudden movement and your fantastic success is quickly overpowered by your face crashing on the floor.

Before the demon falls, her crawls aim to Sanemi, who just in time steps back and brandish his katana so the entire hand of the girl is cut off her body.

You had seen it before, a thousand times with Rengoku: the only thing that could make a Hashira spend more than three minutes with a demon is a number on its eyes. Anything else, they would tear it apart.

The demon in front of you… She wouldn’t stand a chance.

And she appears to knows it, too early, too easy.

Sanemi’s blade doesn’t stop for a second, it redirects to her neck, letting the flesh slide through the metal, dropping an amused head to the ground with a soft thud.

Her body stays still on the air, frozen in time, just a few centimeters above the wooden floor; still connected to the Demon emotions.

A prostitute, you realize.

She was a prostitute, a girl too innocent for that kind of job. A girl without family, without friends, just her and business. A girl who dreamed of another life, a beautiful life, with a house, a dog and a man who loved her above anything else. She spent her last minutes as human believing she would find true love with one of those men she had in her bed.

And on her last night, she did. She fell in love. But the beast there saw another kind of potential for her, another job. So she took his blood and never got tired of it.

He never loved me…

“Flame, step back!”

Between those sheets, I never found love…

“Master!”

“But you…” She raises her gaze, smiling so pure that your heart drops at the sight. “You are going to find it. It’s really here…”

Her body twitches on the air and her skin starts to break on even more pink cracks that threaten to split at any given moment.

“I’m so happy for you two… I’m happy now.”

“Get down!”

Sanemi’s voice is the last thing you hear before her whole body exploits into uncountable waves of red particles, washing over you with so much strength that your own body is thrown to the nearest wall.

“Master?” Your voice is barely a whisper and yet, your throat aches at the minimal effort.

Your lungs tighten every time you breathe and your legs feel weak, too weak. Moving out of the room can’t even be in your plans right now.

Everything you see is just red.

…

“You stupid idiot, where are you?”

It is Sanemi. His voice is what brings you back now, again. His steps seem to be still far from you, but you can tell he’s getting closer.

The red dust has almost disappeared by now, only a few particles remain floating around you and your hair. What a disaster…

“I’m still here, Master.” You answer, trying your best to get on your feet again.

“Yeah, no shit.” His mad voice echoes trough the walls before his tall frame appears crossing the back door once again, too. “Lucky you…”

“Lucky me?, I have no idea how much of that red shit I just inhaled…” You frow, raising your face to meet his a few feet from you. Yet, the one thing that catch your eye is the enormous hole on the room’s window. Oh… “Lucky me, I guess”

He huffs at your realization, taking a few steps ahead, watching for himself from how high he had fell. A new record, it seems.

“Are you hurt?” You ask, shaking off some more dust from your clothes. He doesn’t respond, still looking through the window. “What is this shit anyways?”

You start to walk closer to him, muttering some more questions under your breath. Nothing really important as you try to convince yourself that the Wind Hashira is tough enough to take that fall, that he would be okay, that Shinobu would make sure of that.

By the way, you need to send a crow as soon as possible so they can know about Sanemi’s state…

“Stop”

Eh?

The Hashira’s hand is raised up to your chest, indicating you for don’t keeping getting any closer to him.

“What?”

“Stop. Just fucking stop” His voice cracks at the last word, turning on all your alerts.

“Sanemi?, are you felling unwell? Does something hurt?” Your hand reaches out for his shoulder and you take it back almost immediately.

He was burning…

“Sanemi?, are you…?”

“Get away from me. Now.”

His voice is harsh and doesn’t leave space for questions. You had only heard him using it on another slayers, leaving them with wreaked knees and whole body trembles.

Still, seeing the way his eyes shut close, almost painfully, you just couldn’t seem to obey this order.

“Why?, what do you feel?” You coo, leaning closer to him.

His response comes with another tremble.

“I’m hot. I feel like I’m burning alive…”

Your heart sinks, drowning in impotence when you don’t find anything you can do immediately to take that pain away from him.

“It’s okay, I’ll send a letter to Shinobu right now, I’m sure she will know what to do.” You try, taking him from both shoulders.

“No. You go…” He shakes his head, getting your hands off of him. “I want you out of this room.”

“No, what are you talking about?, I’m not leaving you.” You reach for him again. “Come on now, can you walk?”

You raise his arm on your own, trying to lock it over your shoulders to help him move, but his head starts to shake in denial the moment you step closer, struggling with each other.

“No. No, it’s okay…”

“Let me help you…”

“No, leave me.”

“C'mon now, just let me…”

“I told you to stop!”

The next thing you feel is your ass crashing down the floor, hard. His movements were too sudden and his strength too much for you. You need to look up to him to realize how far he had just pushed you.

However, any hints of anger wash away when you focus on his face:

White salty hair sticked to his even more pale skin, unmatched breath and open eyes with extremely widened pupils.

Oh.. and a bulge between his legs.

It hits you.

Hard.

That’s what that red dust was: an aphrodisiac. A powerful one for what you could see. You feel stupid for have just realized what you had let Sanemi gotten in to. He probably was in an even moren affected state since the beginning.

You start to remember your way to this house, how the men seem to be in an perpetual infatuation’ state. Even the Wind Hashira looked approachable under that pink dust. You bet women loved how easy was to deal with men under that spell.

Gods, you and Shinobu should start a new project right away…

“Out.” Sanemi orders, avoiding to look in your direction. You open your mouth just in time to be interrupted again: “Get out before I do something we will both regret tomorrow.”

You begin to shake your head as soon as his words hit you in the throat. His pain is evident, his face is red and his fists clench around nothing, digging his nails to his own flesh, so hard that you fear it’ll start bleeding.

Did he plan on you leaving him like that?

“Look at me…” You ask. “Look at me, Sanemi.” The way his eyes lift at the mention of his name dropping of your lips gets you walking to him in no time. “If I get out of here now I won’t be able to come back for at least three hours, you sure you can hold on until that?, you sure you won’t do something mad out of desperation before that?”

“If you do not leave this room right now I’m sure I will do something mad.” His eyes have turned bestial and his knuckles are white, clenching now so hard on the window frame you’re sure he will break the wood under his fingers soon.

Your heart pounds on your chest and your brain is working at full speed. You should go, you should start running as soon as possible and bring help here, but again, how long would that take?, how much suffering he would have to bear when you…?

“Fuck!” The pain that exudes his voice is the breaking point for you when you watch him fold on his stomach, bracing himself like he would die right there.

“Would you really regret it?!” You exclaim, looking down to his widened pupils.

He shakes his head, unsure.

“I don’t want to mess up whatever is going between you and Rengoku” He admits, frowning.

“What?, what are you talking about?, there’s nothing going with me and Kyojuro.”

He starts to try to stand straight again, still clenching to his stomach. You do your best to help him, letting him use your shoulder as a support and then getting your hands under his, so your arms avoid him to come down again.

Still, he lets out a desperate groan when your chest and his own rub through the movements and his hot skin touches your cold.

“That witch said you kissed a guy, right?, wasn’t it Rengoku?” His head drops to your shoulder. Hot breath running chills against your sensitive skin.

You nod, letting Sanemi's essence surround you.

“And she also said I didn’t feel the same… Remember?” That was the first time you admitted that out loud. “So tell me now if you will regret it so much so I can go out and bring help…”

“I would kill for having you in my arms the whole night, flame.” His lips brush against your neck, igniting your hear in only one sentence. “But if we do this, if we do this right now..” he lets you feel again the bulge pressing against your lower stomach. “I’m not letting you go back to him. This won’t be a one night stand, flame. I’m keeping you… so you tell me if it won’t be you the one who regrets it tomorrow.”

You smile, felling his head moving out of the crock of your neck to look at you directly on the face.

You get on your tip toes, pushing both of the tips of your noses together. His lips brush against yours and you start to wonder if that red dust didn’t affect you too. But with the growing tension, the only thing you can do is closing your eyes and crave for him to close the space that still remained between your bodies.

“I need words, little flame.” He grins, and when you open your eyes you swear you haven’t seen such a beautiful man in your entire life.

“I won’t regret it.” You smile, sure, running your fingers through his white strands, trying to make him certain of your decision. “Let’s do this.”

“You won’t run away?”

“Where else could I be, idiot?”

The way his lips crash against yours lets you feel how much pain was still running trough his system. The way his hands clench to your hips, forcing your body to curve into his, lets you feel how much desire he is holding on.

Your legs wrap around his waist when he lifts you from the floor. You can feel that he’s moving, but his hot lips dancing against yours, letting his wet tongue explore your mouth, avoid you to acknowledge anything else.

His neck then curves to lower his head, placing soft wet kisses to your sensitive skin from your jaw to your collarbones. Your mouth falls open, letting out a low gasp at the way his huge hands start to browse your body. You feel him everywhere.

Still, it is how his teeth crave into your skin what brings you back to what was really happening. No matter how much you would have wished this to occur under different circumstances, you can’t let the joy of the moment distracts you for what you need to do right here, right now, this time.

You drop from Sanemi’s embrace and plant your feet on the floor again. His confused face doesn’t last long after your hands push his chest and force his body to fall onto the bed of the room he had brought you two to.

“What are you…? Oh, fuuuuck.” Your tongue tracing the fine line of hair from his pelvis to his navel makes him arch his back with a loud groan falling from his clenched teeth.

Your hands travel around his exposed torso before you push your body up, straddling his hips with your legs. He takes you by the neck and pulls you into a kiss, devouring your mouth as you roll down your hips, applying friction on his crotch. The hardness in his pants rubs against your clit just right and you let a moan fall from your mouth, making him groan.

“Fuck, please, Flame…”

The desperation in his voice takes you by surprise when he takes by the waist and applies pressure down on him, forcing you to feel how bad he needed you.

You leave one last kiss on his jaw before kneeling down, looking at him when your fingers pull at the edge of his pants. Sweaty white locks glued to his forehead and a slight brush of pink across his cheeks and nose gives you every answer your needed. You pull down the fabric and he finishes to toss it off his feet, freeing his cock in front of you.

Well, his idiocy is definitely not the only big thing about him. Shit, is that really going to fit inside you?

You take him with one hand, giving it a few strokes, unsure. You are a virgin after all, you are not quite confident that you are doing it right. You move your hand up and down, applying pressure and registering Sanemi’s reactions; and when you pass your thumb across the tip and he throws his head back, you know you did something right.

“Just like that…” The white haired murmurs, supporting his weight on his elbows, closing his eyes, enjoying the soft caresses of your little hands of him, not sure if it was the red dust what was making his body feel surrounded in flames or just how much he had dreamed about this from the first time he saw you...

God, this shit is getting on his brain, he needs to make sure it doesn’t get to his tongue.

Tongue...

“Fuck-... Flame!” His hand tugs at your hair as the wet contact of your mouth wraps around him.

His eyes dart to look at you between his legs, your lips just a few millimeters from the tip and dove eyes looking in his direction. His breathing gets stuck in his throat and suddenly, Sanemi feels guilt pounding in his chest.

“Did I do it wrong?” You ask just above your breath and he swears he could die right there and now.

“No, no... It’s just... We should change positions, c’mon, I want to make you feel good too...” He starts shifting his body before you press a hand on his chest again, shaking your head.

“No, Sanemi...” You climb up to him without letting go of his cock, also raising your free hand to his shoulder. “Tonight is about helping you, besides...” You press your lips to his ear as you whisper: “You’ll make me feel good in a bit too.”

And you swear you can feel him throb in your hand.

His eyes are glued to you as you lower down to your knees again. You let your tongue fall out your mouth, pressing along all his long shape before wraping your lips at the top and taking his balls and the bottom with your hand.

The first few moves you try are just testing, because you can't get him deep enough before you gag. So when his hands tangles on your hair again but instead of pushing you away bring you closer to him, you know you’re fucked.

“Relax your throat and stick your tongue out... Yes, like that.” His hand starts pushing you down and you feel your eyes getting watery as his tip hits the deep of your throat. “Juuuust like that. Good girl.”

You take a deep breath when he goes all the way back again and, before you know, he’s pushing into you with a new found rhythm. Your hands grasp at his hips, trying to mantain a little control over your body as brutal groans scape from his lips and the thrusting becomes even more erratic.

You gag one more time and look at him with those lust-filled eyes and he truly believes he has never seen anything hotter. His hips stutter and he lets out a soft moan after a deep groan when he pulls you out just in time, ‘cause not even understanding what was going on, you followed his movements and now your pretty face was splattered in cum.

He was wrong, there was something even hotter.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” He’s not. Do not believe him.

You smile and grab your kimono’s sleeve to wipe it off only for him to pull at your wrist and stop you. You open your eyes big and look at him closing the distance between your bodies. His thumb comes at your face and colects the cum with a couple of movements.

“Open.” He orders, tapping your lower lip with his knuckles.

You obey him, letting your jaw fall down just enough so he could push in his thumb, letting you taste him as he pressed down your tongue with malice. A grin appears on his face as your lips close around his finger.

“Stop being so goddamn sinful, little flame.”

A genuine smile breaks your act. You got caught. He pulls away and you let out a soft laugh, looking at him with bright eyes. God, how could this feel so right?

“How are you feeling?” You ask, soon enough your features are full of concern again and he hates the sight of it.

His big hands grab at your waist and pull you up to his lap, wraping his arms around you. You blink with curiosity at him when he frowns and press his index right between your brows.

“Don’t do that, you’ll get wrinkles.”

You let out a loud laugh before pressing your own index on his forehead too. “But you are doing the same, idiot.” He looks up and huffs, letting his hand fall again to your hips. “Besides, smiling also creates wrinkles, here...” You touch both side of his eyes.

“Those I don’t care.” He complains, narrowing his eyes.

“How are you feeling?” You ask again, preoccupied that the pain from the begginind hadn’t stopped.

“Better. I can stop here, I feel good enough to wait for Shinobu if that’s what you’re asking, Flame.” Sanemi’s lips are now brushing agaisnt yours with every word his lips drop. “But I don’t want to. So tell me if I need to stop right now, we’ll do whatever feels okay with you.”

Your red face is the only thing that doesn’t feel okay. For fuck’s sake... C’mon!, what happened to all your confidence? No, why did you have to sit there?!

“Did you listen, little flame?, it’s okay if you want to stop here.”

You shake you head at his suggestion, looking down. He tries to tilt your head up with his fingers but you refuse it, bitting your lip before your are able to speak.

“... This feels okay.” You whisper, rocking down your hips with his hard cock. His hands tighten on your skin and you are still wondering if he knew how wet you got of feeling him growing underneath you all this time.

“Fine.” Is the only thing he says before he turns you around and drops your back against the mattress.

Sanemi undresses you quickly, big scratchy hands that run over your body without any shame. Your kimono slips off your shoulders when your breasts are exposed. Sanemi is fully hard again and... He was lying to you. He wasn't okay, every second tested his ability to keep his hands to himself, every time you touched him he ignited, just how much pain was he willing to take if you believed him?

His eyes follow each of your agitated breaths and you now know perfectly well that the red dust is still running through his entire system. His lips wrap around your right nipple while two of his fingers pinch the left one, creating electrical currents down your body. You let out a gasp, feeling his tongue dancing on your skin, but not satisfied with that, he presses his teeth down your nipple, not letting go until you whimper under him, and with that, he crawls to your lips again, demanding for his tongue to be taken into your mouth.

“Sanemi…” You whisper, cupping his face between your hands.

As he works with your lower lip, one of his hands loosens the skirt of your kimono and takes it down your legs, letting you push it off your feet to the floor. His fingers then trace down your leg up to your inner thighs, pressing his thumb slowly on your bundle of nerves and forcing a moan out of you straight to his lips.

“Let me prepare you, little flame.” He says, pleas, as his digit works on you, making your squirm under him.

“Mhm..!, Sanemi, no…”

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m gonna take care of you.”

Your panties finally come off and you are, now, completely exposed to him. He accommodates you on top of a pillow, letting your head rest as he backs up a bit, only enough to watch your entire body, dark pupils all over it, red cheeks calling for another thing but just lust.

“You’re so, so beautiful, flame.” He grins, hidden thoughts under his tongue. “I’m scared to stain you…”

“Sanemi-”

“Am I even worth to it, love?” The sudden pet name takes you by surprise, letting you silenced for his next sentence: “I don’t think I have ever hold something so precious, I-”

“I want it to be you, Sanemi.” You interrupt him, smiling. “I’m starting to suspect Oyakata-sama knew what he was doing putting the two of us in this mission.”

He lets go of a simple laugh, warming your heart. “Do you really think so?”

You nod, cupping his pale face between your hands to peck his lips three times. His hand rests above one of yours, bringing you closer to him, enjoying your essence surrounding him.

“Thank you.” He whispers.

You try to look at his face to talk him out of “thanking you” but you’re suddenly pushed back into the mattress, covered by his whole body.

“Now let’s do this right, shall we?”

“Sane- Oh, fuck!” His fingers start to play on your clit without a warning, pressing down on your skin, almost making spread your legs with no other thought in your head.

His pace is savage, delicious, bringing you closer to the edge only for him to stop, delighting himself with the way you squirm under him, noting how he was the first man to make you feel this way.

Soon, one of his fingers looks for your entrance, moving cautiously until he finds it, then, he curves.

“Mhmmm…!”

“Yes, right there, love, isn’t it?” He gives you a sided smile, taking a much faster rhythm and adding a second finger a moment later, opening you for him. “I’m gonna need you to tell me if something doesn’t feel right when I put it in, okay?”

You nod, biting down your lip. His words were like an echo comparing to the felling overflowing all of your senses. However, instead of positioning right, your master continued with his finger inside of you, pulsing every time harder and harder.

“Sanemi… It’s okay, I can ~ah~ do it now…”

He shakes his head. His pupils almost take the entirety of his eyes by now, looking down at you when he says:

“I need you as relaxed as possible. I don’t want to hurt you, Flame… So I need to take one out of you first.”

His left hand comes down on your throat, deliciously squeezing, as a third finger joins the pair inside of you and his thumb takes over your clit. It soon becomes too much to bear and you can’t say no more than “yes” every time a new motion brings closer and closer to your ecstasy.

And it comes sooner than expected: crashing, destructive all over your body, making you grip fiercely to Sanemi’s arms, arching your back on senseless movements.

“That’s right, little flame.” His praising words drawn another moan from you, taking you back from your orgasm sweet and gentle. Two words you couldn’t believe, described the Wind Hashira. “Do you feel good now?”

You nod, closed eyes and sloppy smile.

“Yeah.” You grant. He steals another kiss and looks at you in the eyes. “Come here, Sanemi…”

As you share a deeper kiss he finally positions between your legs, still playing softly with your clit, and pressing the tip into your entrance. You gasp to his mouth and his tongue takes the chance to come down in you, letting you taste the salt and forest in him.

Sanemi starts to slide in, bruising grip on your hips when he groans, murmuring under his breath “you’re tight…”. The sting that comes along alerts your senses, but the feeling clouds them again. The pain and the pleasure had never been in such a close line before.

“I’m… Oh, god- I’m gonna start moving now, okay?” His head is beside yours and his breathing sends shivers down your spine.

You lift your legs, interlacing them around his waist when you nod.

Slowly, he exits you only half of his shaft, and pushes in again. Both of you gasp at the feeling. Your nails look for his skin one more time, burying themselves and leaving furious red marks on him as he repeats this movement enough times for you to accustom his size.

That was seven minutes ago.

Now that you have given him green flag to start moving as he wished so, now he was on his knees and your hips lifted up to him, with both of his hands holding you up by the waist as he thrusted into you in what it seemed an unstoppable pace.

Your moans were loud, specially since, on a particularly hard thrust that made you clench on him, Sanemi had growled and bitted down your shoulder, hurting the skin but sending you on another uncontrollable orgasm.

You don’t think you can take one more.

“Don’t close your eyes, flame. Look at me.” He takes by the chin, forcing you to lock gazes with him. He grins and you can feel him starting to squeeze on your throat again. “Mhm! Fuck, you like that, don’t you?, I know you like it because you squeeze me down here… and you moan, shit, you moan so sweet, little flame.”

“Sanemi…” You whimper, arching your back and pressing your fingers on his biceps, giving him exactly what he needed.

“I’m gonna cum, love. Oh- I’m gonna…”

“Inside.” You bring your arms around his neck when your back finally meets the mattress again and his body comes closer to yours.

“I-I can’t, flame. We can’t.”

He’s not lying. He might be dying to impregnate you and get his seed deep into you, hell, he can get completely turned on only with the thought of fucking a baby into your tummy, but…

You shake your head, pleasure clouding your reasonable brain when your legs find their own way to lock behind Sanemi, mumbling one more time “inside”

Well, fuck it.

The white haired resumes his brutal thrusts, continuing brushing your clit with the thumb of his right hand and pressing down your throat with his left.

He edges you for some more minutes, keeping you moaning into his ear and screaming his name as he wished so; but finally, his hips start to lose control and the big dom man above you soon turns into a mess of grunts and low whimpers almost asking you to make him cum.

“Oh, please, please, pleaseeeee… Fuck!, Ah! Fuck… So-so good.”

You wished you could have laugh at the moans of your master, but you weren’t in an exactly better state right now. If worst, you could barely speak and your legs were trembling intensely with your tummy still having spasms every three seconds, bringing another gasp out of you.

Sanemi moved out of you and to your side like a big cat that had been just fed and was ready to take a deserved nap.

“Are you okay?, how are you feeling?” His arm comes under your body, bringing you closer to him.

“I’m okay, how are you feeling?” You repeat, concern still hidden in your voice. Was he still in pain?

“I’ll survive.” He smiles, tilting his head, but the answer doesn’t sit right on you and he can almost immediately tell. “I’m okay now, Flame. I swear. Believe, if a need another little dosis of help, I’ll let you know.”

This time it’s you who breaks into a smile, smacking his chest playfully while you shake your head. At the action, he throws his head back, laughing with his eyes closed. He had never felt this happy before, he didn’t remember how good it felt. To love. To be loved.

It is really here.

And you have never seen such a beautiful thing before. If you could burn into your pupils a permanent image for the rest of your life, this would be it.

To want to hold something forever.

“Sleep, little flame, we have a big journey tomorrow.”

You are already yawning as he speaks, nodding and not even protesting at his words. Your legs were jelly, your vocal cords sore and the tiredness of the fight was finally catching up to you.

“Mhm-mhm, good night, Sanemi.”

He grins, placing the covers on top of both you.

“Good night, love.”

His lips pressed on your forehead are the last thing you feel before finally surrendering to your heavy eyelids, but you can still swear you hear the soft and lovely laugh of that little demon somewhere out there.

She’s glad you’re happy.

You’re glad she’s finally in a place where she can be too.

#kimetsu no yaiba x reader #sanemi smut #sanemi x reader #sanemi imagines #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #sanemi x you #kny sanemi #sanemi x y/n #sanemi headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #wind hashira #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi shinaguzawa x reader #hashira x reader #kimetsu no yaiba

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tengensbunny · 1 year

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pillars walking in on their s/o masturbating; headcannons

➩ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; fem reader x g. tomioka, s. shinazugawa, k. rengoku, i. obanai, k. shinobu

➩ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬; masturbation, mutual masturbation, sex toys, pillow fucking, water fucking/play (?), dirty talk, degradation, slight voyeurism

➩𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 || 𝟏𝟖+

g. tomioka

Is very shocked when he walks through that door and finds you touching yourself

it’s one of those giyuutomioka.exe has stopped working moments

his mind is completely blank and his body has forgotten how to function

all he can focus on is your pleasure filled expression along with the soft whimpers that leave your lips as you continue to finger yourself

your fingers trying their best to imitate Giyuu’s fingers

trying their best to reach the deepest parts inside you

he can feel the blood rush to his cock as he watches you struggle to reach that pleasurable spot within yourself

thinks it’s super hot when you moan out his name as you try to bring yourself to orgasm

when his erection starts to become unbearable he’ll clear his throat to get your attention

skip the whole embarrassment part of being caught

your knight in shining armor has come to save the day with his dick

“Please Giyuu, please help me.”

t. uzui

OKAY

hear me out real quick

i feel like Tengen would be the type to give you a dildo the same size and width as his cock as a joke

“For those nights when you’re feeling extra lonely and I’m not there to satisfy your needs.”

doesn’t actually expect to come home and find you using the silicone toy

one of your hands playing with your breast while the other thrusts the piece of silicone out of your wet cunt

your teary eyed pleasure filled expression is definitely a sight for him to see

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself.” he chuckles, pushing himself off the door frame to take a seat in your shared bed. “Don’t mind me, I’m just here to enjoy the show.”

doesn’t bother helping you at all -well not yet at least

“Come on, show me how you pleasure yourself when i’m not here.” he urges on, moving to unbuckle his pants, so that he could rub one out.

His ruby pigmented eyes are solely focused on the sex toy that plunges in and out of your heat, the wanton sounds leaving your cunt and mouth are like music to his ears

Spitting on his cock, he’ll rub his saliva all over his thick member before he starts to give himself long languid strokes, his pacing increasing to match yours once you start to speed up

s. shinazugawa

damn, this guy is going to have such a cocky smirk present on his face when he walks in and catches you masturbating

he’s a little shocked at first too

doesn’t expect to find you in the bath tub, your legs spread apart so that the water from the faucet was flowing directly into your cunt

the pressure from the water feeling good against your clit

“You having fun there?”

your hips will drop and you’ll be so surprised you probably almost drown yourself in the tub

“What are you doing home so early?”

He doesn’t even answer your question, he just starts stripping and joins you in the tub

“Why’d you stop, come on, show me how slutty this pussy really is.”

Will personally spread your legs for you and move you so you were back in your original position

the stream of water spraying directly against your clit

he’s probably going to tease the shit out of you after that (verbally and physically)

100% guarantee he will have you begging for his cock

k. rengoku & i. obanai

is definitely surprised when he walks into the room and finds you rutting your hips against a pillow

not mad about it though

they’re definitely enjoying the view

won’t even let their presence be known because they’re very interested in seeing you touch yourself

they’ll definitely be touching themselves as they watch

each roll of your hips and every moan that leaves your sweet lips goes directly to their cock -sending a painful throb to their semi-erected cock

which doesn’t take too long to be fully erected btw

they’ll actually be so aroused from watching you masturbate that their dick will probably be leaking with precum

instead of spit, they’ll prob use their precum as lube instead and spread the milky like substance all over their cock before they begin to stroke it

k. shinobu

she’s probably really upset to come home and find you touching yourself

I think Shinobu is one to rile her lover up before she leaves and tells them not to touch themselves until they get back

so best believe she’s going to punish you when she comes home and finds you masturbating

she let’s you finish and then makes her presence known

she’s either going to edge the fuck out of you

“Who said you could touch yourself?”

“Bad girls deserved to be punished.”

or she’s going to overstimulate you until you’re begging for her to stop

“But isn’t this what you wanted?”

“Only obedient little sluts get rewarded.”

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hellavile · 2 years

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angel. sanemi.

⨳ cw: fem!reader, lowercase intended, black coded, breeding kink, reader gets folded like a pretzel, sanemi’s kind of an asshole?, overstim, mild degrading, pregnancy talk, drabble.

it’s so indecent the position he has you in currently. tummy folded, knees by your shoulders with his hot, clammy hands holding them down with all his strength. driving his cock deep into your pretty pussy, hips clashing hard, so hard you swear his skin could become one with your own. it’s hot. the room itself. your body is sweltering beneath him, not a window open, no air on. just on your back getting fucked into a squeaky mattress in your boyfriend’s dark apartment.

“it’s so deep in your pussy,” sanemi chokes, his bare chest coated lightly with his own sweat, rolling down the crevices of his chiseled abs. he looks so handsome above you. you’re surprised you can scan for a feature at all considering your eyes have been crossed for the past three minutes. it’s impossible to cough out an ounce of vocabulary. he feels so good. it’s intoxicating.

“you’re so disgusting,” he’ll call you out next, a habit of his. jaw clenching as the whites of his hair sticks to his forehead, thick voice rumbling in his throat as your cunt squeezes his dick, making it somewhat difficult to pull in and out. your lips aren’t meeting, mouth agape and tongue dry for too long now. you moan from his insult. “every word i say has your pussy clenching my dick tight.”

and he’s right. how could it not? he talks to you so well that your body’s reactions are heightened. finally, you focus your sight, which instantly becomes a problem again because it falls on his arms. the way they flex, the multiple scars scattered along his biceps and forearms. it makes you dizzy all over, whimpering and losing yourself. sanemi clenches his jaw with frustration, halting his waist.

“you’re going dumb,” now he’s dragging you further into him, sitting up fully on his knees and bear hugging your thighs to his chest. he’s deeper this time, and you can’t help but outstretch your arms above you, arching your back and submitting to him completely. “now how’s that any fun for me? you know i don’t like my angel silent.”

“ ‘nemi, please !” your sniffles are . . . cute, to say the least. it’s really funny how you’re trying to act innocent right now when it’s your fault you’re in this predicament to begin with. he was fine with coming home after a nice date at the park with your daughter. but you shifted the mood after putting the three year old to bed. catching an unnecessary attitude with him and he doesn’t fuck with a bitchy woman. you know better than that. so, lessons needed to be learned.

“let me take what i fucking want,” he growls maliciously, like a hungry, unhinged animal. pounding his cock into your puffy, swollen cunny. it’s been about thirty minutes since your little outburst in the bathroom. complaining that you wanted another baby and sanemi telling you that one child was enough. but you’re so fucking persistent on what you want it drives the man to insanity. “wanted me to breed you again, is that right? that’ll satisfy you, huh? putting another baby in your tummy?”

you hiccup, nodding your head. “mhm hmm.”

“that’s why you were acting out earlier. seeing that woman at the park with the bloated belly made you miss it. my poor girl.”

this was torture. he was playing with you. it’s not fair that you’ve orgasmed twice yet he’s holding back so much from you. the main objective, and what you wanted so badly in your womb right fucking now. your limbs are tired and you’re ready to throw another fit in a minute if he didn’t give you his cum. such a simple task he’s making extremely difficult. sanemi splits your thighs apart to slot himself back in between, chest to yours, applying all of his weight. you weakly raise your right hand to rake through his scalp, tugging and rotating your hips beneath him, desperately pleading for him to move. you seal him to you with your legs locking on the backs of his, making sure he doesn’t escape. he grins at your plan.

“sanemi. do it. please hurry! i need it!”

you’re on the verge of breaking down. he’s trying not to give in too fast, but at this point it’s been long enough. he’s sleepy, and you’re getting rapid. sanemi puts most of his weight into his right forearm, using that as leverage along with his knees to slide his dick halfway out of you, only leaving the tip kissing your hole, stays there for a second before saying, “act like you deserve it. beg me.”

and if there’s anything sanemi’s angel knows how to do? it’s fucking beg. curling up into him and humping him like you’re feral. “please baby, wanna be full. fuck your cum into me. wanna have another baby. i wanna be pregnant again! i need your cum. please. please. please. i’ll do anything, fuck please?!”

only then is he satisfied. filthy angel.

“enough,” sanemi sinks your knees back into the bed, sheathing his cock back inside, only needing a few more pumps before he’s spilling inside just like you planned. you’re keening as he kisses you, wet and nasty with so much tongue. your body jolts in his captivity when he raises and slams his hips into yours, getting rougher and faster every passing second. “shut up and lemme get you pregnant.”

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gyutarowritings · 1 month

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𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓶𝓲 𝓒𝓾𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼

a/n - Please Request...

He will not like it at first.

His reaction to you trying to cuddle for the first time would go not well.

He would push you away at first. Not wanting that step to be taken. He doesn't want or like to be vulnerable in any sense.

He definitely has a fear of intimacy because he also has a fear of losing people he cares about. So he doesn't want to get close so when he does lose someone it will hurt less in his mind.

But when he sees the disappointment in your eyes the more he rejects your cuddles the nagging feeling inside him finally gets too big and he gives in.

He is the big spoon. No one can convince me otherwise. He loves the feeling of you in his arms because it make him feel like he is protecting you from everything.

He sways your hips along with his.

He cuddles in silence because he just wants to hear you breathe.

He grips everything he can, pulling you closer to him.

He controls your movements with his body.

You better never pull away from him or else he will pull you closer and not let you go for the next few hours.

#kny #kny headcanons #demon slayer #kny x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #kny sanemi #sanemi shinaguzawa #sanemi x you #sanemi x y/n #sanemi headcanons #cuddles #cuddling & snuggling #couple cuddling #cuddling and touching #sanemi shinaguzawa x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #my writing #kny fluff

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luxthestrange · 9 months

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KNY Incorrect quotes#39 Fighting

Tanjiro: So, why are Sanemi and Y/n sat with their backs to one another?

Genya: They had a fight.

Tanjiro: Then why are they holding hands?

Genya: They get sad when they fight

Sanemi*Holding Your hand and glares at the sky*Eat shit

Hashira!Y/n: Fuck you too Old man's hair

#demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny x y/n #kny x reader #sanemi shinaguzawa x reader #sanemi x reader #sanemi x y/n #sanemi shinazugawa #hashira y/n #tanjiro kamado #genya shinazugawa #gentan #kny fluff #kny incorrect quotes #demon slayer incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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yoditopascal · 1 month

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Home

“I made it, I'm home.”

Four times Sanemi wants you to use his first name and the one time you do.

pairings: shinazugawa sanemi x fem! reader

warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, slight angst, sanemi is bad at feelings and communication, slight sanemi/giyu if you squint

a/n: first sequel is up! My Nemi is 18+ so minors DNI

The first time Sanemi crossed paths with you was the day you were introduced to him.

He’d recently become the Wind Hashira and you were requesting to become a tsugoku.

They were all gathered for a hashira meeting to discuss the next training procedures for the lower ranking slayers. As time drew on, Shinazugawa found himself mentally thankful as the meeting drew to an end.

“Before we draw this to close, I’d like to bring one last thing to attention.” Oyakata-sama paused before continuing as you stood behind him head bowed in respect as he spoke

“I’m sure you’ve heard of a demon slayer who has been performing above expectations,” Oyakata-sama said gently. “She’s an exceptional swordswoman and has been recommended by Tomioka-san.”

The training grounds remained silent as the nine hashira waited for their master to continue.

“After some thought, I have reached the conclusion ….” Oyakata-sama smiled. “I’m assigning her to one of you as a tsuguko.”

“Shinazugawa-san,” he offered Sanemi a kind smile. “Since you both trained under the same master I think she would be best in your care.”

“Not interested.”

“Maybe Tomioka-san would be interested then since he-“

That got his blood boiling.

If he didn’t want to do it, why the hell should Tomioka be the one to replace him?

“With all due respect sir,” he said, Tomioka’s head tilts in his peripheral. Sanemi’s index finger plays with the hilt of his sword. “I don’t think Tomioka can cut it.”

“Why does it matter to you Shinazugawa? You already said you weren’t interested.” Uzui raised a brow at him, a hint of teasing behind his words. Obanai nodded his head in agreement in the background.

“It's because I doubt she can handle my training.”

“I’d like to prove myself to you if you’d let me Shinazugawa-sama, '' you said, stepping forward. You were significantly shorter than him, probably around Obanai’s height.

“Cut the -sama bullshit.” He fired back, also stepping forward. He practically towered over you at this point. You were cute he had to admit albeit a little annoying.

You had to admit from your distance you thought he was attractive too. His lilac eyes and fluffy white hair were striking, his scars added a liveliness to his features that you also liked and don’t get you started on his muscles that he proudly had on display.

“Fine then if you think you can keep up with me I’ll take you.” He said snapping you from your thoughts.

“Very well, then.” Oyakata-sama said, pleased. “She will continue training from here on as Shinazugawa’s tsuguko.”

“I can’t wait to work together, I’ve heard so much about you from Giyu-san!”

Giyu?

Why the hell were you already on a first name basis with him?

“It’s Tomioka to you brat.”

“My apologies I didn’t mean to-“

“Don’t let it happen again.”

The remaining hashira grinned teasingly in the background, at the commotion. For someone who had claimed to hate Tomioka’s guts he sure was defensive about the first name thing.

But that wasn’t it at all.

Did he just take on an apprentice because he didn’t want Giyu to have you?

Yes, yes he did.

Did he also correct you just because he didn’t want Giyu to have the satisfaction of being on a first name basis with you?

Of course he did.

He was Sanemi Shinazugawa after all and he had a reputation to uphold.

He had no idea how you two had even met each other with your breathing styles being so different and all or why the hell you two seemed so close to begin with but if you were to train under him he had to squash that in the butt right here and now.

Sanemi was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize that the meeting had officially ended. As the hashira began filing out of the courtyard you approached him startling him from his inner monologue.

“Are we ready to begin training Shinazugawa-sama?” You asked

“What the hell did I tell you about that honorific shit?” He groaned.

“Fine then how about Shinazugawa-sensei?” You replied cheekily

Knowing that he wasn’t getting through to you he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He decided then that he doesn’t like being called Shinazugawa by you.

The second time

“Fuck off.” He rasped. You had just reached the inn you were staying at when you noticed him wincing.

“You’re hurt.” You mumbled, noticing the blood dripping onto the floor beneath him.

“‘m fine,” He shook his head, but the state of him said otherwise.

The blood around the wound had already started to congeal, sticking to his skin and clothes. He was starting to go dizzy from the blood loss.

“No, you’re not,” You frowned

“I told you I’m fine.”

“If you’re as fine as you say, then you won’t mind me taking a look.” You persisted with a grunt he submitted to you and your examination

You were looking at the cut now, nose wrinkled as you assessed the damage.

“Well the good news is you’ll live.”

“Oh joy.”

“The bad news is this’ll probably scar up pretty bad” you said standing to gather the necessary medical supplies before returning to his side. You two had foregone bring Kakushi with you this time as you weren’t that far from the butterfly mansion.

“Let me bandage it up so it doesn’t become infected.”

Wringing a rag out, you forced Sanemi to sit as you began to dab at the wound cleaning it, little sparks of pain ate away at him at each stroke of the cloth, his muscles tensing under your delicate touch.

“Sorry sensei, I’ll get this done as fast as I can.”

Again, there it was.

“I told you to drop the formalities.”

You pulled the clean bandages tight as you began to wrap his torso with a small uneasy chuckle.

“Force of habit.”

You were warm and he could smell the soothing scent of you with how close you were to him, the proximity was getting unbearable, a knot was beginning to form in the pit of his stomach.

As your fingers gently brushed against his chest with such tenderness he wasn’t used to since Kanae, Sanemi felt a jolt of electricity in his chest.

What the hell was that?

“There, that should do it.” You smiled to yourself admiring your handiwork as you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“We’ll get Kocho-san to take a better look at it when we return tomorrow.”

“Whatever.” He brushed you off but all you did was smile your same smile at him.

Realizing the close proximity he felt another pang in his chest as his cheeks began to dust pink.

Was he developing a heart condition? He’d have to ask Shinobu about that the next time he saw her.

Easing up from his place on the ground he stood with his back to you hiding his flustered expression.

“Get some sleep. We’re leaving early in the morning.”

“Shouldn’t I be telling you that?” You teased.

“Just shut up and get some rest.”

The third time

Sanemi pulled off your haori and tied it to your torso trying to staunch the bleeding. The feeling of the warm, sticky blood dripped down your side as you approached the Butterfly estate.

He could feel the warmth from your blood soaking through your uniform, staining his own.

Shinobu, who had been tending to the grounds outside rushed to his side at the sight of you and ushered him to bring you inside. It was hard to separate him from you, he was holding on so tightly, his grip almost like an iron vise.

A strong hand on his shoulder pulled him out of his thoughts and got him to loosen his grip. He looked to see it was Rengoku who had also just come back from a mission and was having his own injuries tended to. “Kocho’s got this Shinazugawa.”

"Don't worry, I’m sure she’ll be fine."

He didn’t know that, how could he?

“You don’t know shit.”

“I know that she’s in good hands here. The same hands that treat you and all the other Hashira when we need it most.” Rengoku said, placing a hand on Sanemi’s shoulder which he shrugged off immediately. “So just try to keep a clear head Shinazugawa.”

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do.” Sanemi said, storming off in the direction they took you, feeling more irritated than he was before speaking with the Flame Pillar.

It had all happened so fast.

Both you and Sanemi had been chasing after a demon who had been kidnapping and eating children. The absolute worst of the worst.

You were losing your temper and fighting brash, something he’d never seen from you before but not something he was new to entirely.

Just like Masachika.

You were so blinded by rage over the fact that the victims were children that you could barely hear him as he directed you to coordinate your attacks.

The last thing he remembers is going in for the killing strike when suddenly the demon throws a kid at him, a little girl. He stops his attack mid swing to catch her but in doing so he leaves himself wide open to the demon.

Fucking idiot! He thought as he tried to move out of range in time, before the demon could sink her claws into him he felt a hard push and the next thing he saw was red.

Blood.

It was your blood. Dripping onto the ground forming a dark red puddle around your feet.

When had you gotten there?

You had pushed him out of the way at the last second and had taken the brunt of the attack, your side torn almost clean open.

The smell of copper fills his nose completely and he almost chokes on it.

“Shinazugawa.” Shinobu started firmly sitting at a desk chair snapping him from his thoughts. She had just finished stitching you up and had sent Aoi and the others to get you situated in a bed after you had passed out. “If you need to talk…”

“I don't need to fucking talk,” he said pacing grooves into the the wooden flooring of the hall of the Butterfly estate. “She was a fool for jumping in like that.”

“I know you’re worried about her but-“

“I’m not fucking worried!”

He was but he’d never tell Shinobu that.

His anger clouded his senses, sure he was worried but he was mad more than anything.

Who gave you the right to step in and put yourself on the line like that? For him of all people.

No. To Shinobu he wasn’t worried, he was pissed.

You’re met with the sight of a starch white ceiling as you came to, head pounding you slowly, sit up looking around the room, no one was occupying the other beds. Your body ached at even the slightest movement. For a moment, you thought you were completely alone until a familiar voice greets your ears.

“You finally awake?”

Sitting on a chair next to the bed was Sanemi, his arms crossed over his chest as he glared.

"How could you be so fucking stupid, you brat?"

“It’s okay Shinazugawa-san,” you sigh, “Kocho-san was able to patch me up.”

Shinazugawa-san. As if he wasn’t already irritated enough with you.

How annoying.

“Okay, my ass,” Sanemi grumbled, “and drop the -san.”

“You’re a Hashira sensei, your life is worth at least a hundred of mine.”

“You’re an even bigger moron than I thought if you really believe that shit!” Sanemi snapped “Don’t be so ready to throw your life away!”

“I guess I’m your dumbass then.” You mumble under your breath

“What?”

“Nothing, don't mind me.” You said waving your hand in front of you as if to dissipate the tension in the air.

Silence filled the space between you two.

“I won’t let you die. Not for me.” Sanemi said somberly, refusing to look you in the eye.

“That’s the only way I’d like to go,” you sighed dreamily, only half jokingly.

“Don’t say dumbass shit like that.”

“You’ve made bigger sacrifices. Let someone else make them for you for a change.” You nodded contentedly at what you said. “You deserve to live a full life just as much as I do so let me help you live it to the fullest.”

You would have thought that was the end of your conversation if Sanemi hadn’t stood with such force it knocked his chair over from your bedside.

“Don’t gimme that bullshit!”

“You think you’re so high and mighty talking about sacrifices when you really don’t know shit about sacrificing anything!”

Before you could say anything more, he stormed out slamming the infirmary shoji doors behind him.

He was right, what right did you have to tell him of all people about sacrifice when you knew about his past?

Sanemi hadn’t told you much himself but when you asked Oyakata-sama about him he had reluctantly told you about Genya and his mother.

If anyone had known anything about sacrifice it’d be him.

Slowly getting up from your bed you found yourself leaning against the wall as you limped through the halls searching for your teacher.

The wind whipped through his white hair as he sat in the garden attempting to meditate. He had initially come out here to cool his head by slashing at the training dummies but when he saw other slayers out there training themselves he opted to go to the other side of the grounds just to have some alone time.

He hadn’t meant to snap at you like he did, gods know you weren't wrong no matter how much he hated to admit it, so why did it piss him off so much to hear you talking so easily about throwing your life away for him.

You deserve to live a full life just as much as I do so let me help you live it to the fullest.

You reminded him so much of Masachika it made his head ache.

The wind picks up once again carrying with it the smell of wisterias and…something else he couldn’t quite place.

It was almost like it was trying to tell him something, like he wasn’t alone.

Whipping around just as the sliding shoji doors open up, Sanemi jumped up and made it to you just in time to catch you as you slipped and fell out into the garden having lost your grip on the wall.

“Dumbass! What the hell are you doing up?!”

“I was looking for you!” You cried “I’m sorry Shinazugawa, you were right, I had no right to be so ignorant!” You tried to bow but the searing pain in your side said otherwise.

He tsked as he went to sit you down on the engawa. Setting himself beside you so you could lean on him if you needed to.

“You really aren’t that smart are ya?” He asked roughly trying to lighten the mood but the way it came out made him wince at the harshness.

Thankfully after months of training at his side you could tell when he was trying to lighten the mood, so you simply smiled and closed your eyes savoring his warmth. “No one’s ever accused me of being a genius.”

It was then that he realized you hadn’t called him sensei, or by any honorific. He was simply Shinazugawa.

Maybe he was finally getting something through that thick skull of yours.

The fourth time

When the two of you arrived at the swordsmith village you split off almost instantly Sanemi muttering to himself something about needing a drink. You were so excited at the promise of hot water on your aching muscles that you hadn’t thought to ask Sanemi if he planned to bathe too.

Which was how you two found yourselves in your predicament.

This was good. Way too good. The hot springs were perfect. From where he sat Sanemi could see the steam rising off from the clear water. The atmosphere around it is breathtaking, decorated with rocks, and lush plants. The scent of it was intoxicating.

He can already feel the relaxing effects of the mineral waters soaking into his bones as he sinks further in. Sanemi’s entire body felt overly warm, whether from the springs or the sake he drank earlier that evening he wasn’t sure.

Something like a splash echoed off in the distance and Sanemi turned toward the sound only to find you, sitting with your back to him, eyes closed as you groaned in pure bliss, the hot water easing your sore muscles.

“The hell are you doing here?!” He screamed jumping up to point at your naked form forgetting to cover himself up as he did so.

“Same as you Shinazugawa-san, taking a bath!” You smiled cheerfully “you’re naked by the way.”

You said averting your eyes from his very bare form.

He quickly sank back down into the water, cheeks turning a bright red before he rolled his eyes at you.

There it was again. If you said his last name like that one more time he swore he was going to-

But before he could finish that thought he caught a glimpse of your back, almost completely unmarred and blemish free save for the gnarly scar that twisted up your side and shoulder as you moved to grab your rag to wash yourself.

Sanemi had never seen your body so exposed before, he hadn’t meant to look, he swears he hadn’t but he just couldn’t tear his eyes away from you.

That was my fault.

“It’s not your fault.” Your voice brought him back to reality before he could get lost in his thoughts.

“Huh?”

Now you were sitting next to him, back resting against the warm boulders that surrounded the springs, arms folded, covering your amble chest from his view.

“It probably would've happened either way. I was being too reckless that night.”

“Doesn’t stop me from feeling any less shitty about it.”

A silent blanket fell over the two of you, the rippling of the water beneath you two the only sound that could be heard.

“Don’t get hurt again.” The request came in a tone you’d never heard from your teacher before. There was an emotion in his voice, one that you couldn’t quite place. Fear? Pity?

Nonetheless you smiled at him with a reassuring smile before answering back “I’ll try my best.”

“Good,” he began cheeks tinging pink once again as he looked away from you. “now get the fuck out.”

The one time you do

When the battle with Muzan and the remaining Upper Moons was over and the Corps had officially dissolved, you took your time to heal from your injuries, paid your respects to the fallen and moved back home.

Your childhood home looked more or less the same since you’d left, but it felt different. You couldn’t put your finger on it, maybe it had changed somehow or maybe it was just you that had changed but something felt like it was still missing.

Once you were settled in you resumed work in the family’s tea shop, your family thankful for the extra help. Soon you saved up enough to get yourself a little home on the edge of the village.

It wasn’t a spectacular abode but it reminded you of the Wind estate you stayed at when you trained under Sanemi. A place you like to think of as home.

Speaking of the devil, the arrival of Shinazugawa Sanemi to your village was a spectacle. He sent whispers and murmurs everywhere he went, the town buzzing with excited chatter and imaginative speculations but to you it fills your belly with fluttering butterflies.

You hadn't seen him for months since the final battle, a battle you hadn’t even had the luxury of sharing with him since you were with Shinobu at the time. Had he changed at all? Would you remind him too much of the past? What if he didn’t want to see you? Had you changed?

All those thoughts gripped at your head as you walked home from the store, groceries tucked tightly under each arm. It’s as you approached your home that you stopped dead in your tracks nearly dropping your bags.

There, standing in front of your door, was Sanemi himself.

He was thanking an old man, a regular of yours at the tea shop, on your front porch.

“Thanks for helping me find the place, old timer.”

“It’s no problem, oh there she is now!” The old man waved you over.

“Welcome home! I bought you a visitor!” The man cupped his hand around his mouth shouting excitedly as you approached.

“I see, it's been a long time Shinazugawa!” You smiled at them.

Sanemi looked different, he had even more scars and was missing fingers on one of his hands. Even though he appeared more battle hardened there was a surprising gentleness to his features now. As if there had been a weight lifted from his shoulders.

“It’s good to see you too.” He replied, surprising you with a soft smile.

“You wouldn’t expect it by looking at him, but Shinazugawa is really good with kids.” The old man, who you both realized was still there, teased. “We found him helping out some of the village kids before he asked for you.”

Face reddening, Sanemi ears tinged pink.

“Shinazugawa-san, you’re blushing! Ah I remember my first love…” the old man trailed off, his expression dreamy despite yours and Sanemi’s vehement protests in the background.

“I’ll leave you to youngsters to it then.” He waved you two off as he turned to leave, you quickly pulled Sanemi inside, cheeks equally as flushed as his own.

You invited him in and ushered him towards the back before the old man could say anything more. The two of you soon found yourselves resting on the engawa outside as you served him and yourself tea and ohagi, attempting to awkwardly catch up with one another.

You can tell he’s tired from his eyes as he spoke, and he has every right to be. The battle was hard fought not without great sacrifice even if it was months ago, Sanemi had a lot of recovering to do still.

The two of you sat in silence for what felt like hours admiring the beautiful scenery around you. More than once you caught Sanemi’s gaze lingering on you but he always caught himself and looked away before you could say anything.

“Forgive my intrusion.” He broke the stifling silence first.

“There’s nothing to forgive, I’m glad you came to visit.”

“I really wanted to see you, I even thought about coming to visit your estate but I figured, after everything….” You paused

Maybe you didn’t want to see me.

“You might have needed some space.” There’s a pause before you continue. “Have you been to see him yet?”

“I visit his grave as often as I can,” Sanemi says with mournful eyes that can’t quite meet yours.

“It’s all my fault… Genya….” His voice sounded watery as he trailed off. “I didn’t want anything to happen to him.”

“Please don’t blame yourself. It wasn’t your fault.”

“It feels like it is. Maybe if I hadn't pushed him away…”

He’d still be here.

If only he had taken his place. Sanemi thought as he swallowed thickly trying but failing to hold back tears.

“We’ve all done things we’re not proud of, we all make mistakes, it’s what makes us human.” You said placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

How was he supposed to be going about doing this?

All he wanted was to come visit you, see how you were doing, not spill his guts out to you in the courtyard. He never meant for this to happen.

“I can see the love you had for him. I know he saw it too, otherwise he wouldn’t have fought so hard to get your approval when you pushed him away. People have different ways of showing affection." You started, Sanemi remained silent, his eyes fixed on you as you spoke.

"Genya might not have chosen the path you wanted for him, but he was with you all the way until the end and that’s what matters."

"He was a dumbass," he muttered, wiping stray tears from the corners of his eyes.

"He was your brother, and he loved you to pieces. He forgave you even when you couldn’t forgive yourself. I think it’s time you started trying to forgive yourself too." You smiled warmly. “You’re not alone in this sensei. I'm right here with you.”

“Drop that sensei crap. We’re both civilians now, we’re equal.”

“Sorry, old habits.”

A thick silence envelopes you two once again, this time a little less awkward than it was before as a hint of sadness lingers in the air.

“Please allow me to accompany you on your next visit, I’d like to see him too.” You said leaning into his side.

“I think I’d like that.”

It was getting late, the sun was starting to set over the mountains surrounding your village. The two of you had retired inside your home where you offered to make him dinner. Sanemi accepted and the two of you ate peacefully while you reminisced.

After clearing and cleaning up a bit you returned to your engawa where you sat in a comfortable silence just enjoying each other’s company.

Refusing to meet your eyes, Sanemi moved to place one of his hands over yours. The gesture has your heart thumping wildly in your chest, his too. “I very much wish… to see you again.” His words came out as though he was struggling to say them.

“I’d like that too…Sanemi.”

His name falling from your lips makes him stop in his tracks, looking up at you instantly.

“Say it again. My name.” He breathed out, he wanted to say more, but he’s too caught up in the fact that you finally called him by his first name.

“Sanemi.” you said tested it out on your tongue once more, pronouncing each syllable

At that he smoothly bridged the gap between you, pressing his lips softly against yours.

You almost forgot how to breathe. Cradling your face, he reaches his right hand around you and pulls you closer, deepening your kiss, relishing in the feeling of you.

It was then that you knew what was missing all those months ago when you returned home. It was him, he was your home and your village just didn’t feel like it had a place for you without him.

You're the first to pull away from the kiss, lungs not at all what they used to be back when you had to constantly use Total Concentration breathing, resting your forehead against his you stare into his lilac eyes with a shy smile.

“Stay with me tonight Nemi,” you murmur, fingers lightly tracing along his cheek as he hums in contentment. “Let me take care of you.”

Sanemi does not answer you, instead settling to pull off his haori while going in for another kiss, this one a bit rougher.

You admit to yourself right then that the name Sanemi rolls off the tongue so much better than Shinazugawa does.

#sanemi shinazugawa imagines #sanemi shinaguzawa #sanemi x reader #sanemi shinaguzawa x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #sanemi

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chosos-mascara · 11 months

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perhaps an angsty/comfort sanemi x reader were sanemi harshly rejects the reader cuz he’s still in love with kanae so reader finds comfort in someone else (like giyuu or rengoku) and sanemi ends up regretting his harsh rejection of the reader but it’s too late and he lost his love twice

(i just love angst 🫶🏼)

he notices when rengoku places an arm over your shoulder, and when your eyes meet his differently.

sanemi could've sworn you hadn't looked at rengoku like that before - the change in dynamic had somehow caused his stomach to churn. you'd told him you'd loved him not so long ago, so why had you moved on so fast?

among sanemi's fears had been love.

his brother had rejected him, his mother and father lost to the wind - so why would anyone else offer him reprieve? just as it had been with kanae, sanemi hadn't felt he'd deserved to love another, nor to be loved by another.

he thought he'd accepted it. even if going home that night had weighed on him heavily, even if he couldn't erase the images of your teary eyes meeting his moments after telling you he hadn't wanted your affections.

sanemi knew he couldn't expect you not to move on, not to find your own happiness. though, he'd envied a time when he'd received your full attention, even if he hadn't felt he'd deserved it.

until one evening, when he'd pulled the screen door of his home to find you seated on the decking below, head peering over shoulder to meet his confused gaze.

the expression you'd displayed had made sanemi's heart flutter, eyes wide.

"i've missed you." the words from your lips were timid, as was the squeeze in his chest; the slight bounce in his step. after the pain his rejection had caused you, he'd not felt worthy of forgiveness, though you'd always managed to come back to him.

#sanemi x reader #demon slayer x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #demon slayer drabble #sanemi drabble #sanemi oneshot #anime x reader #anime drabble #sanemi shinaguzawa x reader

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nichirinpen · 1 year

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Bumpy Road

SanemixReader

Can also be read here on Ao3

Synopsis- It was just a part time job on a farm, but the owner's grandson Sanemi has been nothing but an ass to you. One bumpy road rider later and a storm, you find out he can actually be nice. Really nice.

Content Warning- AFAB reader descriptions, Smut, cunnilingus, Edging, vaginal penetration

~Minors DNI~

How had you gotten here?

You grit your teeth, hand clasped firmly in your lap as you tried your best to keep your composure. It was hard to do so, the movement of the small truck you were crammed into kept you bumping about. It also didn’t help that it was at least 100 degrees in the vehicle, windows shut tight to keep out the road’s nasty dust. The air was humid and hot, almost suffocating in its density. Sweat slid down your skin, seeping into your bra, your shirt. The stickiness was incredibly unpleasant, but the movement was worse. You weren’t sure if it was the small country road, or the fact that a teenager who was too tall was driving.

Genya was hunched over the wheel, lanky knees on either side of it as he drove. He winced as the tiny truck hit a particularly rocky part of the road. Genya’s head went forward as he cussed and you flew up. Your head smacked into the truck roof before you slammed back down onto not the seat, but Sanemi Shinazugawa’s lap. The man let out a hissing breath, a snarled curse barely audible in your ear.

It brought up your question again, how had you gotten here?

“Geez dude! Hold on to her will you?” Genya snapped at his older brother, wincing as his knees smacked into the dashboard again. The poor boy was all legs and arms, the small truck too small for him now. The teen winced as another bump was hit, the truck's wheels loudly protesting as he twisted the wheel. Sanemi grumbled, hands coming up to unwillingly clasp your waist. Clasp was the wrong word, his hands sat limply, as if he didn’t want to touch you.

It wasn’t like you wanted him touching you. The man had an attitude problem, had one since you first started working at their grandfather’s farm. Day one he had scoffed at you, not even bothering to say hello when his grandfather introduced you. He went out of his way to be a complete asshole. Your job was to simply man the roadside stand, selling the small fruits and veggies that the main workers would bring up for the summer. For some reason, your existence all the way at the end of Farm road, was a problem for him. You spent your sweaty sun blistering days literally 2 miles away from him and he hated you for no reason.

Another bump, this time, his hand clamped on your waist, one rough finger slipping accidentally under your tank top as he did so. You suppressed a shiver, eyes sliding to look at his large hands. They sat, pale against the dark blue of your shorts. Scars criss-crossed his rough skin, somehow even paler than the rest of him. How did he not have a sunburn? The man worked in the sun all day and yet was as pale as paper.

Another bump, this one worse than the last two. You yelped as rough fingers dug into your soft skin, momentum carrying you and Sanemi up briefly before slamming back down into the seat.

“FUCKING DRIVE RIGHT!” Sanemi snapped in your ear, fingers still tight against your sides. Now 7 of his fingers were under the hem of your tank top, the rough calluses chafing your soft sides slightly. You suppressed a shiver that rippled across your skin.

“THIS SHIT ROAD IS NOT MY FAULT.” Genya snapped back, looking in the rear-view mirror as he did so. You followed suit, taking note of the mix of destroyed produce boxes and leftover fruit bouncing about. There was no doubt a small trail of smashed fruit on the road, the birds would eat well in this stretch of the woods.

“Why are we even taking this fucking road.” Genya grumbled under his breath, the comment barely audible. Sanemi let out a sound of frustration, rough fingers tightening before he quickly let go. You looked out the windshield, trying to gauge how much more of this road was left. Too much by your guess. The only reason you were all on this road was the request of Grandpa Urokodaki, the owner of the farm next to Shinazugawa's. He didn’t want you three traveling on the main road, stating he could smell a tree was ready to fall, one of the big ones. Whatever that meant, you weren’t too sure the old man was all there. It had been alright on the way there, taking a lesser known road that was still paved.

The farmers market had been fine as well, a little too hot, but the three of you had sold nearly all of the produce you had come in with. On the way back however, the shitty little dirt road had been chosen. A tree actually did fall, the main road becoming blocked, Genya had seen the long line for the alternate route and decided that shitty dirt road it was. Which had been fine, 30 minutes ago. You shifted in your seat, or rather Sanemi’s lap. The man grunted behind you, warm breath tickling your sweaty neck.

So gross.

Despite your best efforts to sit up and not touch him, the confined space of the truck had your back pressed against his chest. Sanemi radiated heat, the sensation incredibly unpleasant against your skin. You could only imagine once you got out that both the back of your shirt and front of his would be soaked with sweat.

So nasty. And one more thing for the man to complain about.

You rolled your eyes at the thought. He had already snapped at you at the farmers market. Snapped at you on the drive over, you had been sitting on Genya’s lap and the two of you had been “too annoying” just by talking. He had snapped at you for loading the truck wrong. It was never ending with the man.

Another rough patch, this time the little old truck skidding slightly, the back end nearly fishtailing out as Genya gripped the wheel with white knuckles. Sanemi’s hands were on your waist again, though this time it did little to keep you stationary. You and Sanemi slammed into the door, then back as Genya righted the vehicle. His hands dug into your sides, a futile attempt to steady himself. The both of you shot Genya a look, the teen looking miserable from his hunched seat.

“We are lost.” You voiced what you knew the other two were thinking. A grumble from behind you, the noise akin to agreement. Genya sighed, slowing down slightly as he looked over at you.

“I think this meets up with a gravel road. We hit that and it's five minutes top to the farm's back road.”

He shrugged as he spoke and you could feel Sanemi shrug back, a huff of frustration tickling the nape of your neck again. You figured he was right, your sense of direction was not great at the moment but the winding road did feel as if you were getting closer to the farm.

As if on cue, the truck hit gravel, the awkward jerking of the vehicle turning into a dull vibrating. Genya let out a whoop, one hand slapping the wheel in excitement. You felt a sense of relief, the farmhouse was just a little farther away. The cool indoor air, maybe even fresh juice with ice. It was an almost mouthwatering thought. You settled back without thinking, you mind mulling over thoughts of cool treats.

The thought was interrupted by a sensation. You shifted, sure that the hard object poking into your left asscheek was not there. Because it couldn’t be, right? There was no way Sanemi Shinazugawa currently had a hard on. Not for you, not ever, the man hated you. It was the vibration of the road, it had to be. It was his phone surely, or a tool. Something farm related and not at all phallic. Please let it not be his dang erection.

You shifted again, swallowing a grimace as you did so. The movement caused the hard object to slide between your asscheeks. It pressed against the seam of your shorts that conveniently pressed against your crotch.

Great, now you were fully sitting on it. No more moving, as much as you wanted to in order to remove the object from its current spot. But in doing so, you could make it worse. He was for sure hard, the man sat stiffly, hands clenching the seat edge with white knuckles. You suppressed a shiver, your stomach fluttering as you did your best to keep your head empty. Not thinking about it and how it made you feel was the best option.

The truck continued its path, the horrible gravel road shifting to a small paved path. Blessedly the vibrating stopped. But his erection didn’t disappear. It stayed tucked against your core as Genya pulled up to the farm and hopped out. You sat for a moment, finally turning to look out of the corner of your eye at him. The man looked furious, his barely there eyebrows pulled down in a thunderous expression. You took the hint, sliding off his lap and hopping out of the truck.

Genya was already on his way into the farm house, running up the long path and shouting about emptying the truck later. The lanky teen disappeared inside, the old screen door making an awful screeching noise as it slammed shut.

Sanemi slammed the truck door in response, standing and glaring. You stared back, willing your eyes to not move. But alas, they slid down, taking in his tented work pants. Snapping your gaze back up, you found your cheeks flushing bright red. For some reason your heart was racing and your mouth felt oddly dry.

“Not a FUCKING word.” He hissed, snatching a broken crate from the back and stomping into the nearby produce barn. You waited for a moment, chewing at your bottom lip as you thought. On one hand, you could go into the house and get a nice cool juice with Genya and Grandpa Shinazugawa. On the other hand, you could help a livid Sanemi unpack the truck. Option one meant no stress for a bit, but it also meant he would be incredibly nasty due to the lack of help.

Fuck it , you thought, turning and walking to the house. Chickens scurried from your path as you stomped towards the door. If he wanted to be an asshole he could do so by himself. Last thing you needed today was to be snapped at and the boner somehow be your fault. Because it wasn’t, the gravel road making the truck vibrate and in part you vibrate on his lap, was not your fault.

Entering the farmhouse you sighed in relief. Cool air brushed gently over your sun kissed skin. It was a much needed cool down from the heat of the day. Your sweat soaked skin was quickly drying, the heaviness of the heat lifting from your skin. Stretching you smiled and sighed, this was what you looked forward to after each day at the farm stand.

Flopping down at the kitchen table, you gratefully poured yourself a glass of sweet tea, smiling at the clinking of ice. The first sip was like heaven, the ice cold liquid soothing your parched throat. Genya smirked at you from his spot across the table, chugging his glass quickly before pouring another.

“Good work kids.” Grandpa Shinazugawa smiled, clapping Genya on the shoulder as he shuffled by. The little old man began bustling about the kitchen, pulling ingredients from the fridge as he began dinner preparations. You watched as he did so, taking in the smells that started wafting from whatever it was he had sitting on the stove.

Genya leaned across the table, throwing a glance over his shoulder before he spoke, “He had a boner didn’t he?”

You choked on your drink, ice cold tea shooting from your nose and across the table. Sputtering, you glared at the teen, quickly snatching the paper towel he offered with a huge grin. You hurriedly cleaned the table, tossing the damp towel in the nearby trash can.

“No idea what you’re talking about Genya.” You hissed through grit teeth, kicking his leg and jerking your head at his grandfather. The teen rolled his eyes and your glare deepened. Unlike him you weren’t family and therefore cherished this job and your kind employer. The brothers might get to keep their job if they acted up around the old man, but you weren’t sure the gesture would be extended to you.

“He totally did.” Genya chugged his second glass of sweet tea, burping as he poured another. You sipped your own tea slowly, eyes narrowed as you waited for him to continue his line of conversation. Despite your barbed glances and refusal to open your mouth, the teen was hellbent on talking.

“I get it though.” The boy leaned back in his chair, snatching a bread roll from the basket Grandpa Shinazugawa had laid out. Genya bit into it, chewing before pointing at you. His tone lowered and you noticed him shooting yet another look at his grandpa. You should have helped Sanemi in the barn, you decided, biting the inside of your cheek as you waited for whatever cursed phrase would spill from Genya’s mouth.

“Sanemi is into you like BIG time.” The whisper was barely a whisper and you rolled your eyes with a snort. Genya was an idiot, you knew this, but the statement was by far the stupidest thing he had ever said. Sanemi hated you, with a burning passion. The man went out of his way to make sure you saw his glares and grimaces. It was almost an obsession on his part.

“Yeah he likes me as much as fish like being on land.” Your tone was dripping with sarcasm, the urge to roll your eyes again to punctuate the statement overwhelming. Genya took another bite of his roll, brow furrowing as he looked at you.

“Fish don’t like being on land.” The teen looked genuine in his statement, his expression slightly puzzled. The brothers were going to be the death of you. Sanemi’s nastiness and Genya’s puppy dog-like attitude caused you mental whiplash too many times in one day to deal with. You motioned to the rolls behind him, catching the bread orb as Genya tossed one over. It was still a little bit warm, your fingers sunk into it slightly, the fluffiness of the roll almost cloud like. You looked up and sighed. Genya was watching you expectantly, his cheeks puffed like a hamster as he chewed.

“Sanemi goes out of his way to be nasty. He hates me.” You tore a small piece off the roll, stuffing it in your mouth as you spoke. Genya nodded, chugging more tea. You waited as he swallowed the way too big gulp, the teen wincing slightly as he did so.

“That’s what guys do right?” He motioned at you, then back to himself with his bread roll. “If you like a girl you like, tease her and stuff.”

Your mouth dropped open and you quickly snapped it shut, trapping the yell that threatened to emerge. What was wrong with these two? It was like they only knew how to interact with themselves and that was it. And their grandpa, the sweet old man smiled at you as he puttered about the kitchen. You noticed his white mustache was stained with soy sauce again and smiled back.

“Genya please do not tell me at the age of 16 you are bullying people you like.” Your voice was flat as you spoke, your lips pressed in a thin line as you stared at him.The teen flushed, his ears turning tomato red as he choked on his drink. Now he was the sputtering idiot buying time for an answer.

“Well. It’s not bullying.” He brushed his floppy hair from his face, eyes darting about as he spoke. “Just like, I don’t know.” Genya shrugged, grabbing another roll and stuffing the entire thing in his mouth. You chuckled, shaking your head at the teen’s embarrassment.

“If you like someone, just act normally. Be yourself and all that junk.” You waved your hand through the air as you spoke and Genya nodded. He was struggling to chew and swallow the roll, eyes narrowed as he concentrated. You made a face at him in response and he laughed, the noise garbled by his full mouth. The screen door slammed open and you both jumped, Genya coughing as he finally swallowed his snack. Sanemi entered the kitchen, his nasty mood on full display as he stomped in. The man glared daggers at you, then his brother.

“Here.” He snapped, shoving the money box into his grandfather’s hands. The elderly man thanked him, voice trailing off as Sanemi stomped away, his thunderous footsteps fading as he marched to the other side of the house. You and Genya watched, eyes sliding to meet each other's. Laughter bubbled in your throat for some reason and you could tell that Genya was equally amused.

“At least his boner went away.” You muttered, casually sipping your iced tea. Genya smirked at you, eyes narrowing like cats as he leaned in.

“I am not letting him live it down.”

You laughed at the statement, shaking your head at the teen’s glee. He already had his phone out, a large devious grin on his face as he no doubt texted Sanemi.

“And with that I am going to leave before he comes back and kills me.” You finished your drink, standing and waving goodbye to Grandpa Shinazugawa as you left. Genya followed you, shoving his phone in his pocket as he closed the screen door.

“I meant it though.” He jerked his thumb back at the house, “He likes you.”

You laughed, “Sure Genya, if he ever confesses I owe you 20 bucks.”

The teen fist pumped and headed back inside with a cackle. You rolled your eyes and turned towards the main drive. He needed to learn how to perceive sarcasm and you weren’t about to start teaching him. With a sigh you began the long walk back to the bus stop, mind pondering what to make for dinner.

Sanemi’s attitude did not improve after that day. If anything it got worse. You found yourself confronted time and time again by glares and nasty words. He had stopped speaking in full sentences to you, opting to instead grunt and answer with single words when absolutely unavoidable. Sanemi was insufferable and you found yourself starting to hate the man. He was annoyed by you? That was fine, you would just go out of your way to avoid him.

So how had you gotten here?

You sat in the tiny truck, once again on the bumpy road. Arms crossed tightly across your chest, trying your best to act as if the extreme bumpiness was not throwing you about like a ragdoll.

A storm had ravaged the landscape the past few days, the rain thankfully letting up in time for the Farmer’s Market. But it had left the main roads nearly impossible to traverse, trees and debris littered the way. So it had been the little gravel and dirt road, to and from.

At least this time Sanemi was in the driver’s seat and you were alone in the passenger seat. The upset of not having Genya to assist earlier was paying off now in the return trip home. You weren’t sure if the teen was actually sick but either way you would thank him. The glare filled silence of the farmer’s market was for sure a fair price for not sitting on Sanemi “Boner” Shinazugawa’s lap.

Ok so the nickname was not one that was actually used. It was just used by you. And Genya. Privately in text that would never ever see the light of day. You hoped. The thought of Sanemi somehow finding his brother’s meme “collection” that was mostly sent to you, and mostly consisted of specifically edited memes about Sanemi, was bone chilling. He would no doubt murder you and then Genya in a fit of rage.

As if on cue, your phone buzzed. You pulled it out of your pocket, free hand gripping the truck seat in an attempt to not be launched through the roof. It was Genya, with a meme. You squinted at the low quality frog with an edited wizard hat and wand. He had written in ‘How goes Boner Road Traveler?’

You rolled your eyes. Genya was for sure ill, this one was not at all funny. The teen had a talent for creating these and this one was for sure not a ‘Banger’ as he would put it. You slid your gaze to Sanemi, relieved to find the man glaring straight ahead, white knuckle grip on the steering wheel.

‘Lame meme.’

You watched as immediately his texting bubble appeared. He was no doubt insulted, the boy took meme making entirely too seriously. You waited for the next meme to be sent, internally rolling your eyes as you did so.

“If he has time to text, why did he stay home?” Sanemi’s voice startled you, breaking your concentration on your phone. You nearly dropped the device, glaring at him as you pressed it against your chest. It was like he had a 6th sense, either that or he had seen the meme and had realized it was Genya. You sincerely hoped not, your heart skipping a beat at the thought. Sanemi was not looking at you and you doubted he wanted an answer. But his tone irked you, it really did. Of all the full sentences to say today, this is what he picked. Not when you were checking out customers and needed help. Not when you had asked him about crop availability for the elderly ladies that came by. No, he chose to do what he always did and complain.

“Texting and loading a truck full of produce are two different tasks.” You felt your phone buzz against your chest, ignoring it as you stared at the white haired man. His burning glare shifted to you. Another bump and you glared back, ignoring the fact that you probably looked ridiculous as you lifted off the seat and slammed back down. Slipping your phone back in your pocket, you resisted the urge to see what Genya had sent. With Sanemi’s burning gaze on you it would be a stupid move to even peek at it.

“At least he’s useful.”

You scoffed, throwing your hands in the air as you did so. There it was, the man was so unnecessarily mean.

“I am useful, Sanemi.” You snapped, jabbing a finger at him as you spoke. Sanemi glared at you, lips pressed tightly together as he waited. It almost made you lose steam, but then the thought of quietly ignoring him as you always did refueled your irritation.

“You just have a problem with me.” You huffed, sitting back and crossing your arms. The truck jerked to a stop as Sanemi slammed on the breaks. You yelped as you were flung forward, seat belt thankfully catching you before your face could slam into the dash. It hurt like hell though, your shoulder stinging as you sat back up.

“I do NOT have a problem with you.” Sanemi snapped, his attention fully on you. His wild eyes were narrowed as he spoke, “I have communication issues.”

What a ridiculous statement. The audacity of this man to sit and try to convince you he just had communication issues. As if you weren’t glared at like as if you were a disgusting little bug on the daily. You laughed, the sound sharp and full of irritation, “Oh of course. Silly me. I forgot you can be a total DICK to people and it's just communication issues.”

You used air quotes as you spoke, your tone mocking. The man looked like he had been slapped, brow pulling into a thunderous expression at your words. His wild lavender eyes were narrowed to slits, face twitching as he put together his next insult. You waited, arms crossed as you tried your best to convey your anger through your eyes.

“All you do is sit at the fruit stand and walk around in tiny shorts and tank tops!” He snapped, jabbing a finger in your shoulder as he spoke. Your jaw dropped and you squawked in anger, words jumbling in your brain as you tried to comprehend what he just said. Sanemi’s face was bright red as he waited. You could feel your own face growing red, the anger burbling in your chest slowly sliding up into your throat.

“Have you been an asshole this ENTIRE time because of my clothing choice.” Your voice was low, almost a whisper as you spoke. Sanemi opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again.

“No?” The answer was a question not a statement, his blush spreading to his ears and down his neck.

“Sanemi.” You kept your tone even, leaning forward as you spoke. “Have you been an asshole all this time because you’re attracted to me?”

The scarred man audible swallowed, his expression wavering between embarrassment and a half hearted glare.

“No?” It was a question again, not a statement.

You snorted, leaning back in your seat and turning away from him. He was a handsome man and you were attracted to him. But that nasty personality really overshadowed all of the built muscle and good looks. You weren’t sure what was more annoying, knowing that he was nasty because he had no idea how to communicate truly, or that you found yourself thrilled at the fact he found you attractive. You were disgusted with that part, trying your best to squish its glee. At your age you had no time for nasty ass men, no matter how hot they were.

A raindrop hit the windshield, then another. Your brooding thoughts were interrupted as a deluge of rain fell from the sky. The forecast had said it would be overcast all day, but the storm was supposed to be over. You groaned internally, dreading the walk to the bus stop that awaited you once back at the farm. As the truck started moving again, it felt as if the rain became heavier. The storm pressing against the truck, rivulets of rain leaking through the old windows. You shifted closer to Sanemi in an effort to avoid the leak, biting at your lower lip as you watched the rain.

The leftover produce in the back was for sure a lost cause. From a quick glance in the back you could see water collecting in the truck bed. The cardboard boxes Grandpa Shinazugawa had opted for were quickly becoming nothing more than mush. You grimaced, turning to the front again and wincing as the truck skidded through the now muddy road. The tires were doing their best but you could feel the vehicle struggling with traction.

You found yourself sitting right next to Sanemi, the both of you trying to avoid the water coming through the side windows. He was warm in the sudden chill that seemed to be seeping in, the storm pushing the heat of the day away. Your shoulders bumped together with each jerk of the truck, the movement becoming more and more frequent as the storm began to howl.

The rain was torrential, the truck's windshield wipers barely doing anything at this point. Sanemi continued driving, his lips pressed in a thin line as he leaned over the wheel, squinting through the rain streaked windshield. You hoped he could see more than you, the white haze all encompassing. The road wasn’t even visible, the truck's lights unable to cut through the thick curtain of rain.

The truck sputtered and you stiffened, eyes meeting Sanemi’s worriedly. You didn’t like the sound and neither did he, the both of you tensing as another mechanical noise came from the truck hood. The vehicle continued, skidding through a few more feet of mud and sputtered again. You heard what you assumed was the engine cough and the truck rolled to a stop.

“Fuck.” Sanemi sighed, he pulled the key from the ignition then slid it back in and turned it. The truck coughed, struggling and then failing to start. You watched silently as the man tried again and again, each attempt yielding nothing. The sound of the rain was deafening, its loud droning covering up the low curses Sanemi was spitting out. The man looked less angry and more defeated with each attempted restart of the truck. He looked at you and shook his head. The truck had died.

The anger that had been festering between the two of you had fizzled out. Now you both sat, defeated as the rain covered everything. You couldn’t see anything past the haze, the world had stopped existing beyond the truck. The leak in the window had strengthened, a small waterfall streaming down the glass. Given the age of the truck you doubted it would do much more damage. Sliding your seatbelt off you sighed, worriedly biting at your lower lip. How long would you be stranded out here?

“This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t picked a fight.”

Your jaw dropped at the words, head whipping around as your anger reared its head. Sanemi sat back, arms crossed tightly across his chest. Surely he hadn’t just tried to blame this one you.

“We might’ve been close enough to home to walk.” He gestured through the windshield, eyes rolling as he spoke.

“You did not just blame the fucking weather on me.” Your voice was tight, jaw clenched tight, the words barely slithered past your teeth. Sanemi shrugged, gesturing at the truck and again at the rain.

“I wouldn’t have stopped and we wouldn’t be here.”

The audacity of this man. Anger churned in your chest as your brain flip flopped between cursing him out and just smacking him in the mouth. Your face burned red as you sat, hands clenched tightly in your lap. The anger was so strong you were shaking, nails biting into your thighs as you struggled to not go ballistic.

“What is your fucking issue.” You snapped finally, leaning in, your finger jabbing at him accusatorily. Sanemi’s upper lip twitched and he leaned back, avoiding your touch. The action made you angrier, the heat in your chest intensifying.

“You know what? Fuck this!!” You snapped, turning and yanking the truck door open. The rain hit you immediately, the downpour painfully cold. Your anger was boiling now, the feeling of the rain barely registering as you slammed the truck door and took off down the road. Faintly you could hear the other door opening, a shouted word or two that was lost to the rain. It didn’t matter what he had to say, the man was nasty for no reason. You had wasted enough energy on him.

A shiver rippled down your spine as you splashed through the mud and rocks. As quickly as mud coated your ankles, the rain was swiftly washing it from your skin. The ground was so wet that it seemed to slip away with each step. Your sneakers slogged through the mess, feet twisting slightly with each step. Water sloshed around in your shoes, unpleasant and making walking all the more difficult.

The rain had completely soaked you in a matter of moments, your tank top clinging to your skin like a wet paper towel. Your shorts fared a similar fate and you realized with dismay that your phone was for sure destroyed. The pocket it was stuffed in hung sadly and you internally cursed. Swiping a hand across your face to clear your vision, the action did little to assist. Blinking just made it worse, the path ahead disappearing after a few feet. It felt as though you were under water somehow, everything was wet and cold. Your hair felt plastered to your skull, the rain running in rivulets down your face, into your ears and eyes.

It was horrible.

Better than being in the truck with him though.

Shaking your head you hasten your pace, jogging quickly down the path. It was an easier pace to keep and you figured you could make it to the farm faster this way. At least you hoped so. The rain felt heavier, your vision getting worse with each passing moment. Ignoring it and the urge to look back, your pressed forward, lips set in a grimace. Despite the pace of your jog, you were freezing, the icy rain chilling you to the bone.

You slipped suddenly and fell harshly, your chest smacking into the wet earth, teeth clacking together painfully on impact. The ground was freezing, cold mud lapping at your skin as stones swirled past in the torrent. Goosebumps littered your skin, the chill in your bones somehow worse now that you were on the ground.

With a grunt you pulled yourself to your hands and knees, spitting out mud with a cough. Your knees dug painfully against hidden stones, the mud shifting slightly and pulling you deeper into the mess. Thunder rumbled above, the sound feeling as if it shook the earth. You stared at your hands, wrist deep in a slew of rain water and mud. There was gravel a few steps ahead, which meant that you were actually pretty close to the farm. Could you make it in this downpour? The path was barely visible and despite your best efforts you knew getting lost would be easy.

You sneezed harshly, a shiver running across your skin. Even though it was summer you were sure to catch a cold in this rain.

A hand tugged you onto your feet. You glared up at Sanemi, the man looking like a drowned rat. His normally fluffed up hair lay flat against his face, strands covering his eyes slightly. His shirt clung to his body leaving no room for imagination, the light green fabric defining every muscle. Your eyes slid down further and you snapped your gaze to his feet, refusing to look up. Of course today he was wearing gray sweatpants, The article of clothing that was normally notorious now soaked and sticking to him like a second skin. Twice in one month you had gotten more of an eyeful of the man’s penis then you ever wanted to. You would have blushed, but given the cold your body seemed incapable, instead opting for an odd flip-flopping sensation in your stomach. Sanemi leaned in, causing you to look up. Rain streamed into your eyes and you squinted, taking in his equally scrunched face.

“WE ARE GOING TO GET STRUCK IF WE STAND AROUND.” Even with him shouting you barely heard the words. Thunder clapped again, the sound deafening. You heard just enough however, nodding as you let him tug you from the open road towards the trees. Lighting flashed in the distance, its dazzling light rippling purple across the almost black sky. He was right, following the path was inviting lightning to strike you down.

Sanemi’s hand slid from your arm to your hand, the man tugging you along through the trees. You followed without protest, your feet slipping through the churning earth. Pushing your earlier anger aside, you kept your hand tightly around his, your rain soaked skin making it difficult to hold on. He seemed to know where he was going or at least it felt like he did. The man moved with confidence, his broad shoulders pushing through the heavy pine boughs. More than once a branch caught your face and you winced at the tiny scratches that stung in the rain.

The wind picked up, pine branches creaking and groaning as the heavy rain pulled at them. You winced as thunder cracked overhead, the sound so loud it felt as if your bones were rattling. Sanemi’s hand tightened around yours and you stumbled as he tugged your forward.

A buzzing sensation traveled up your spine and you shuddered at the odd sensation. Rubbing your arm with your free hand you began to shiver as goosebumps erupted across your skin. Sanemi was saying something but through the drone of the rain you couldn’t make out the actual words. Squinting you wrinkled your nose, shaking your head as he turned to you, his eyes wide. You squawked in protest as Sanemi tugged you hard, the both of you hitting the ground as mud slid beneath your feet. The ice cold mud coated your skin unpleasantly, but you barely noticed as Sanemi tugged you under a nearby tree. You lay with your back against his chest, his muscular arms caging you against him. Like you he was shivering and from the corner of your eye you could see a worried expression twist across his face.

Not a second later, lightning struck nearby. It was blinding and terrifying. You shrieked, the sound drowned out by thunder clapping directly overhead. All or your senses felt as if they had been reset, your ears ringing as the sky continued its rumbling. Your heart felt as if it would fly from your chest, the fevered tempo of it beating painfully against your ribs. Blinking to clear your vision you shot Sanemi a look, the man looking equally as shaken as you. Had he realized lightning was about to strike? The thought didn’t matter however, lightning struck again farther away and you swallowed hard. Getting struck was uncommon right?

Sanemi leaned in, cold lips pressing against your ear as he spoke. “THERE ARE TOO MANY TALL PINES!”

Your brow furrowed and then smoothed as you processed what he meant. The lightning was striking the tallest objects. You were too close to the road which was sheltered by old tall pines. Very tall pines that ran the risk of losing branches when hit. The likelihood of being struck was slim, but you had no idea how long the storm would linger. It was better to be safe. You wracked your brains, trying to think of where to go. The farm was probably still a good 10 to 15 minutes walk, longer given the state of the ground. As far as you knew the farm was surrounded by forest, there was no neighboring building to hide in.

Your thoughts were interrupted as Sanemi tugged you to your feet, the man continuing in the general direction of the farm. His hand slipped in your grasp and you clenched down, suddenly afraid of losing him in the rain and pine trees. The thought was unpleasant and you shook your head to clear it, focusing instead on Sanemi’s broad back. You both were slowing down you realized, despite your best attempts the rain and cold was winning. His hand was like ice in your grasp and you knew you were equally chilled. You sneezed again, rubbing cold fingers across your icy nose. With your luck the two of you would die out here of hypothermia.

“ HERE! ”

The shout was so faint for a moment you thought you had imagined it. But no, Sanemi was grinning, shouting again as his pace picked up. You followed him confused, your feet slipping in the mud. Was there a cave or fallen log for shelter? His large hand held yours tight, tugging you forward as he pushed through the pines.

You entered a small clearing, the space occupied by a very rusty looking shed. A rather large shed you noted as Sanemi tugged your towards it. The building must have been for tools or something you mused as the man fumbled with the padlock on the door. The metal siding groaned and rattled with the wind, the sound haunting. You frowned at Sanemi, the lock needing a pass-code rather than a key. The man paid you no mind, hunching over the lock with a scowl. Sanemi’s fingers slipped as he pushed the first button and he cursed, wiping his hands on his pants and then shaking his head as it did nothing to help with the wet of everything.

You shivered, pressing tight against the small building as you watched the sky. It was still dark, clouds churning as rain and lightning fell from the sky. Flashes of purple and white lit up the somber clouds, the distant flashes aggressive. You wondered just how long the storm would persevere, thinking of Genya and his Grandpa. Hopefully they had gotten the chickens in before this, this rain would kill the poor birds if they had been left outside.

“YES!!.” You jumped at Sanemi’s sudden shout, the lock pulling free and the door swinging open. He slipped inside, pulling you after him. You quickly shut the door, noting a small sliding latch and swiftly pushing it into place. The door shuddered in its frame, the outside rain and wind lashing at the structure as if trying to tear it down. You pressed against it, blinking as a light was suddenly turned on.

“Move.” Sanemi’s voice was hoarse but he didn’t have to shout to be heard. You moved without a word, watching as he shoved a small couch in front of the door. The rattling of the frame seemed to subside and you relaxed slightly.

Wait. A couch?

You blinked, turning to look in the dimly lit space. It was not a tool shed but rather a small living space. You stood in a combination kitchen and living room, your jaw slack as you took it in. To your right a tv and small table with a single chair and to your left a sink, toaster oven and mini-fridge.

Directly in front of you a few paces away was what you assumed was the door to the bathroom. It was slightly overshadowed by a ladder leading up to a loft. This was jarringly different from the rusty tools and farm equipment you had expected.

“What the heck is this?” Your teeth chattered as you spoke. The man shrugged, his eyes not quite meeting yours as he spoke.

“My place.”

You blinked at those words, your brows drawing down in confusion as you mulled over what he said. It made sense though you supposed. When he wasn’t working you never saw him hanging around the main farmhouse like Genya did. Sanemi hated you as well so he had no need to tell you about it.

The light flickered overhead, dimming slightly as the howling of the wind intensified outside. You shivered listening to the rain smacking down on the metal siding. The entire place creaked and moaned as if protesting the weather. It sounded as if it might be pulled from the ground.

“It’ll hold.” Sanemi gestured vaguely around him, his expression tired. You nodded, not quite believing him.

It felt awkward now. The two of you had been so angry just a little bit before, but now you were standing and avoiding eye contact like a couple of kids. The light flickered again, throwing shadows throughout the room. You realized as it occurred that there were no windows.

“We can’t shower since I don’t get hot water out here.” Sanemi gestured at the small bathroom door. “Getting colder will probably make us sick.”

You sneezed in response, flushing as you rubbed your arms to keep warm. Either way you would get sick. You weren’t stuck in the rain anymore, but the chill was still present. The both of you stood in puddles of water, your clothing and skin dripping onto the hardwood floor, Sanemi seemed to not mind, the man more concerned with the light.

You watched as it flickered again and then went out completely. Sanemi cursed, throwing his hands up as he did so. You waited as he stumbled over to the TV, throwing open what you assumed was the breaker box. The clicking of switches being thrown filled the air, Sanemi’s low grumbles accompanying them. The lights remained off, your companion sighing as he shut the breaker box.

“No power.”

You nodded, your teeth chattering as you attempted in vain to keep warm. Even with electricity you doubted this small home was heated. Sanemi seemed like the kind of man who was never cold. You had an idea that he wore shorts and t-shirts in winter.

“Follow me.” Sanemi turned and quickly climbed up the ladder. You followed slowly, your chilled limbs feeling stiff as you did so. At the top of the ladder you paused, eyebrows raising as you took in the dark environment. You could make out Sanemi hunched over what you assumed was a set of drawers. He made a pleased noise, a flashlight clicking on and flooding the space with light. You blinked, taking in the green bed and small wooden dresser. There wasn't much space, Sanemi was hunched to avoid smacking his head against the A-Frame roof. The bed took up a majority of the space, leaving about two feet on the right side of the bed. One foot really with the dresser was pressed against the wall. Glancing back you sighed, the drop wasn’t high at all but you could for sure see yourself tripping and flying down to the first level. It didn’t help that there was only a foot of space between the ladder and the bed either. You pulled yourself up, standing at the foot of the bed, watching Sanemi as he dug in the drawers again.

Up here you could hear the rain much better, the drops thundering against the metal roof like hail. You noted a small window at the head of the bed, the world outside dark save for the flashes of lightning occasionally dyeing the sky purple and white.

“Here.” You blinked as a towel hit you in the face. Deciding not to snap at him, you took it gratefully, drying your face quickly. Sanemi was doing the same, roughly drying his hair as he glared at the ground. Drying your own hair, you realized that the next step was your body, which meant stripping.

Your eyes flickered over to Sanemi, noting that the man did not seem anxious at all about the prospect. His shirt hit the ground with a wet smack, pants and underwear being stripped equally as fast. You cleared your throat, turning your back as you continued drying your hair.

“Sorry.” Sanemi’s voice was low and you nodded quickly in response.

‘Fuck it’ You grit your teeth, quickly pulling your clothing off and tossing it aside. Your shorts and tank top sat pathetically in a soggy lump and you paused. Wearing soaking wet underwear to cover your shred of modesty would only make you colder. You needed to towel off and hang everything to dry. Stripping off your underwear, you tried to dry yourself quickly. You swiftly covered yourself with the towel, face burning as you prayed Sanemi saw nothing.

Turning you noted that he sat on the bed, towel wrapped around his waist as he stared out the window. So he had avoided looking at you, what a gentleman.

“Do you have any spare clothing?” At the sound of your voice he turned, shaking his head in answer.

“It's laundry day.” Sanemi sighed. You nodded, trying not to stare at the man. It was difficult though, his chest was littered with scars. The silvery lines twisted over his skin looking almost as if he had been attacked. You had always assumed the scars on his arms and hands were due to farm equipment. But it looked more like he had lost a fight with a bear. Or maybe won it you thought, shuffling over and sitting next to him on the bed. The green blanket was super soft, surprisingly so, you ran your fingers over it, enjoying the sensation. Sanemi looked at you, then back out the window.

Too awkward , you grimaced internally.

While the two of you were silent, the room was not. The drumming of rain against the roof was almost droning, the sound like white noise against your ears. Thunder intermingled with the rain, the loud rumbling feeling as if it shook the house.

Twisting you looked out the window, watching as lightning flashed over the trees. As it faded, you blinked, noting a light. Excitedly, you crawled up the bed, placing your hands on the windowsill as you squinted in an attempt to see through the rain and dark.

“Is that the farm house?”

Sanemi shifted, standing and pacing over to the right side of the bed. He leaned, looking out and nodding.

“Yeah it's easier to see without the rain.” He paused and then let out an annoyed huff. “Fuck, I should see if they’re ok.”

You watched from your seat on the pillows as Sanemi padded back over to his wet clothing pile. He crouched and you flushed as his towel slipped down. You admired the man’s rather nice backside as he pulled his phone from his pocket.

“FUCK!” He snapped, tossing his phone onto the small dresser with a sigh. It was dead you presumed, as your phone no doubt was. You squeaked as Sanemi flopped onto the bed, the man lying face down in the green blanket. His back was equally as scarred, the twisted lines reminding you of old map etchings.

Without thinking, you reached out, placing a hand against a particularly large scar. His skin was like ice and you could feel him stiffen beneath your touch. The scar was silken under your fingertips, not rough as you imagined it would be. Sanemi shifted, his head turning enough so one eye could glare at you.

No, not glare, he looked confused. You shrugged sheepishly at him, pulling your hand away.

“Sorry. I should have asked.”

The man shifted further, turning onto his side and propping his head up. He looked both amused and unsure. Sanemi’s hair was fluffed back up, the shaggy locks no longer obscuring his wild eyes. His gaze made your stomach tighten. The towel around his waist was threatening to fall. You tried not to let your eyes slide to the edge of the towel. It was hard to ignore the toned body sprawled next to you.

“So gentle, I thought you hated me.” His voice was soft and teasing. You scoffed, turning your head to look back out the window. Avoiding the piercing gaze, you shrugged, trying not to let him see your bright red face.

“You’re the one who hates me.” You shot him a look as you spoke, “Or per earlier, hates me because you want to fuck me.”

The words acted like a cattle prod, the man sitting upright quickly. You shrank back slightly, surprised at the sudden motion. Sanemi sat right in front you, the hard lines of his body angled towards you. He licked his lips, the action sending a thrilled shiver down your spine.

“You know if you were nicer I might want to.” Your voice was almost a whisper, goosebumps erupting across your skin. There was no reason to tell him that, yet you felt compelled. Your heart was thrumming in your chest, the tempo erratic as you watched his face.

“Might want to do what?” Sanemi was leaning in, his gaze unwavering as he spoke.

Your heart was beating quickly as you remained silent. Unsure of what to say, your mind focused on the fact that his warm breath was brushing over your face. Thunder filled the silence, a lightning flash sending odd light across Sanemi’s scarred face. You licked your lips, watching as his pupils grew slightly in size.

“If you were nicer.” You paused, feeling oddly out of breath. Sanemi leaned in closer, just inches away. The last half of the sentence was like a bird in your throat, struggling to fly from lips you had pressed so tightly together. Sanemi’s hand slid from the bed onto your bare thigh, the warm calloused palm causing a shiver you couldn’t suppress. He was so close, your lips parted as you took a shaky breath, your stomach fluttering with excitement.

“I might want to fuck you.”

The words were like a bolt of lightning between the two of you. Sanemi surged forward, his lips meeting yours heatedly. You fell back onto the soft blanket, towel partially sliding off as your arms came up to wrap around his neck.

His lips were warm against yours, tongue licking against your mouth. You complied, opening your lips to allow his tongue entry. Sanemi tasted sweet and tangy, like a warm citrus. You moaned into his mouth, hips canting up slightly as your hands tangled in his hair. He shoved a knee between your legs and you shivered, shifting so your legs were planted on either side of his. Balanced on his forearms, Sanemi slid one hand under your neck, fingers pulling on the hairs at the nape of your neck.

Pulling back for a moment, you gasped for air, a trail of salvia leading from his lips to yours.

Sanemi’s normally pale face was flushed, the man panting slightly as he waited. You smiled nervously at him, hands sliding from his hair to his chest.

“I can be nice.” Sanemi’s voice was low as he spoke, warm breath tickling your face. You tilted your head, eyes narrowing at him. The anger from earlier had transformed into pure lust. It twisted through your veins, warming your chilled skin. Sanemi looked at you expectantly, his lips parted slightly.

“Then show me.” You grinned at his eye roll, the man smirking at you as he did so. His lips were on yours again, body pressing down on you. Sanemi’s kisses were feverish, pressing against your lips with an intensity you hadn’t experienced before. You groaned as he slid his tongue into your mouth, the appendage tangling with yours. The kisses were becoming more desperate, the both of you messily panting. Your teeth clicked together, tongues swirling as Sanemi swallowed your moans.

His free hand pressed against your stomach, sliding down to rest on your thigh. You shivered, fingers tangling in his short hair, pulling him closer. Heat was bubbling in your stomach, spurred on by the occasional huff of pleasure from the man above you. Sanemi pulled himself from your lips, latching onto your throat with a low groan. You shivered as his tongue lapped against the soft skin, his sharp teeth catching occasionally.

Without his lips on yours the room filled with the sound of your breathless moans. It seemed to spur him on, the man sliding his other hand down to your thigh, pulling your hips up. The head of his cock slid against your wet folds. You shuddered at the sensation, shifting in vain to slip against him again. Sanemi chuckled against your throat, tugging at your hips again.

You shivered as the hot head of his erection slid against your clit, the action building the warmth fizzling in your stomach. He was teasing you for a reaction. Sanemi wanted the irritation, the snapping. You wanted him to fill you, not to draw this out.

Your head tilted back into the plush blanket as you canted your hips upwards. The action had you rubbing against his thigh, the slick of your arousal glistening against his thigh. You shuddered, moving your hips again. The rough texture of his scars rubbed against your clit, sending bolts of pleasure through you.

“Oh you like that do you?” Sanemi chuckled above you, warm breath tickling your neck as he pulled back. He balanced on his knees, shifting his grip to pull your hips up again. This time he angled you against his right thigh, pressing against you roughly. You let out a small sigh, trying your best to hold still. Thunder shook the house and you both paused, heads tilting to look out the window. The view out the window was just pitch black, raindrops sliding down the glass.

You shifted, shuddering as your clit rubbed against his rough thigh. Tilting your head back you caught his eyes, moving your hips again in a silent urging. You wanted him to continue, whether with his cock or his thigh. Sanemi’s hands each clutching a handful of your ass, keeping you steady as he smirked at you.

Lighting sent purple light rippling through the room, the storm still raging outside. You realized that somehow the flashlight had fallen, its dim light coming from near the ladder. It had apparently fallen down. It didn’t matter however, the storm outside caused enough light for you to see what you needed.

Sanemi’s cock was pointed nearly upright he was so aroused. You thrust upwards with your hips, your clit scraping deliciously against his rough skin. Your motion caused his cock to bob, the sight making your pussy clench as you imagined how it would feel entering you.

“Be nice.” You whispered, canting your hips upwards again. His breathing had caught in his chest, the man watching with wide eyes as you rubbed against his thigh. The sight seemed to mesmerize him, Sanemi’s fingers tightening painfully around your flesh.

You let out a soft moan, fingers twisting in the blanket as your arousal grew. Thrusting up you sighed as your clit slid up then down his thigh. His leg was wet with your juices, the man shifting to press his leg harder against you. Sanemi’s hands tugged at your hips, urging you to move faster. You complied, shuddering as the heat in your stomach began coiling tighter. Just underneath the rain and the thunder you could hear a small curse.

Sanemi dropped your hips suddenly and you landed back on the bed with a small gasp. Disappointment rippled through you for a moment. Sanemi cursed again, dropping to his hands and knees.

You shivered as he buried himself in your cunt. His tongue lapped against your wet folds as if he were starving. You gasped as pleasure rippled through you, his hot tongue pressing against your entrance. The appendage circled your opening, achingly slow. Your hips canted against his face, causing his tongue to slip up against your clit. You let out a shaky moan, hands sliding to tangle in his hair. Sanemi groaned into your folds, drinking in your juices. He slid one arm over your waist, pinning you against the bed. You groaned, wanting desperately to rut against his face. Sanemi seemed to know this, chuckling as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly.

You whined, wanting him to fill you. “Please.”

The word was so quiet you were sure the storm drowned it out. But he had heard you. Sanemi pulled away from your pussy, giving you a smirk from between your legs. Your arousal coated his face, the man licking it away devilishly as he pulled himself upright. The scarred man positioned himself over you, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. Lowering himself to his elbows, Sanemi nestled his head in the crook of your neck, breathing out shakily. The man seemed to be grounding himself, his warm breath as shaky as yours. He placed a kiss against your collarbone, right hand sliding under your hips and angling you upwards.

Sanemi pressed against you slowly. The tip of his cock almost gently pressing into you, pushing past your entrance. You moaned, walls fluttering slightly as he entered. He was thick, the girth stretching your walls out pleasurably. You squirmed beneath him as he pushed in slowly. The pace was almost agonizing, his breath catching as your walls clenched around him.

Purple light danced around you, casting shadows across the taut muscles of his body. You could tell he was trying not to go too fast, to not hurt you. It was sweet, making your heart flutter and cheeks go red. But it was not what you wanted right now.

“No more nice.” You gasped as he slipped another inch deeper, the hand on your hips clenching tighter. His cock was twitching within you, hot breath warming your neck as he panted.

“Please fuck me Sanemi.” Another whisper you were sure was drown out by the storm. But again he had heard you, the man nearly snarling as he thrust forcefully. You cried out, back arching as he filled you. Sanemi gave you no time to adjust to being filled by him. His hips snapped forward at a brutal pace, his teeth latching onto your throat. Your entire pussy ached, burning as it stretched around him. Each thrust was rougher than the last, the friction of his cock against your soft walls intoxicating. You matched his pace, the excitement coiling tightly in your lower stomach as you chased your release. The rough pace had his cock kissing your cervix, the tip rubbing against the most sensitive part of you.

Under the sounds of the storm, the room was full of your low moans and the lewd wetness of his thrusting. You were so close, aching to cum around his cock. Sanemi shifted, latching onto your breast with a huff. You met his eyes, heart skipping a beat as you took in his intensity. Sanemi’s pupils were blown wide, his brow pinched as he thrust harshly. With his lips wrapped around your breast he looked almost feral. It thrilled you, your walls fluttering around his cock, the slick of your arousal sliding down the back of your thighs. With a pop he pulled away from your breast.

“Cum.”

The word was nearly lost to you, the sound barely audible. But it undid you. You came with a cry, walls clenching around his pistoning cock. The harsh thrusting in your cunt was almost too much as you came. The orgasm intense, your vision swimming as you arched beneath him. You shuddered, mewling as your walls fluttered weakly.

Sanemi let out a choked moan, his pace stuttering as he neared his own completion. The thick head of his cock dragged achingly through your overly sensitive walls. The sound of his balls slapping against your wet thighs and ass growing louder as he thrust harder.

Sanemi was upright now, both hands on your hips as he thrust. Your knees were tucked against his ribs, scarred arms holding them in place. With this position you couldn’t move, his arms keeping you still. You felt a second orgasm building, your stomach tightening almost painfully as your pussy pulsed around his cock. Sanemi grunted at the sensation, sweat sliding down his chest. It was erotic to watch, the toned muscles of his abdomen contracting as he pounded into you. The spattering of white hair trailing from his navel and disappearing at your pussy was drenched in your fluids. With each thrust you caught a glimpse of his cock before it disappeared back into your warmth.

Sanemi shifted, rough thumb pressing against your clit. The calloused sensation of his skin was enough to send a smaller orgasm crashing through you, your walls clenching around him again.

“Fuck!” Sanemi snarled, pressing fully into you as he came, the head of his cock right against your cervix. You shuddered at the warmth filling you, taking in the man’s low groans as he finished. The weak thrusting slowed, his breath in pants as he loosened his grip on you. His spent cock twitched within you, the last of his seed sliding into your velvety cunt.

The man flopped his full weight on you for a moment, the two of you catching your breath. Sanemi kissed your neck softly, mumbling something you couldn’t quite hear. You smiled lazily, feeling the call to sleep creeping up on you.

With a sigh, Sanemi pulled himself from you. You let out a small sigh, watching as he left the bed, rustling about in the dresser before returning with what looked to be a washcloth. He climbed over you, opening the window near the head of the bed and sticking his arm out.

That was one way to get water you mused, watching as he slammed the window shut. Silently Sanemi cleaned you and then himself, tossing the used washcloth over the edge of the loft. You heard a wet thwack as it landed. Gross.

Wriggling forward, you slipped under the blankets, nestling under the warm covers. Sanemi followed suit, pulling you in close with a sigh. He was warm, the heat of his skin comforting. With your back to him, you found yourself drifting to sleep, eyes heavy.

“You owe Genya 20 bucks.”

You blinked, shifting so you could face the man. He was grinning smugly, the expression incredibly cat-like. Shaking your head, you laughed. The man raised an eyebrow, motioning for you to elaborate. You smirked, pulling the blankets up to your chin as you spoke, “You didn’t confess Sanemi. You fucked me.”

He sputtered, face flushing red. You stopped him as he opened his mouth, pressing a finger to his parted lips. “I swear if the next thing out of your mouth is that was the confession I will vomit.”

Sanemi cleared his throat, narrowing his eyes as he stared at you. Thunder filled the brief silence, the light from the storm dancing over the ceiling.

“I was going to say, before being RUDELY interrupted.” Sanemi paused, snickering as you whacked his arm lightly. His rough hands slid onto your sides, fingers wiggling playfully as he ignored your protests. The attempt to tickle you was too much, you weakly laughed, trying not to let him win. Despite your best efforts he was easily batting your hands away.

“I really like you.” His voice was low and almost bashful. You stopped your attempts to peel his fingers from your sides and smiled. Leaning in you placed a quick kiss to his lips.

“I like you too asshole.”

Sanemi let out a fake gasp of shock, fingers resuming their attempt to tickle you. “I’m the asshole? So says the woman who calls me BONER.”

You shrieked, sitting up and pushing a pillow onto his face. Sanemi laughed, pushing the pillow off and tugging you into his arms. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, smirking at you as you begrudgingly got comfortable again. The warm blankets and his gentle touches brought back the sleepiness that so eagerly wished to whisk you away. This was nice, much nicer than you had ever expected from him.

“We can both yell at Genya tomorrow.” His voice was low, the man also fighting off sleep. You closed your eyes, nodding in response. A yawn left your lips as you drifted off to sleep, the sound of thunder fading as the storm began to calm.

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