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Specifically thinking of Sanemi crushing on you today.
Just how hard he tries to fight his feelings for you, to push them to the back of his mind and act like they don’t exist. But the harder he tries to pretend that he doesn’t like you, the more the feelings continue to flourish in his chest.
And he thinks he’s subtle about it, thinks he’s hidden them well. But there are certain moments where he just can’t help himself— staring across the courtyard at you while you giggle with Mitsuri, watching you both share the sweet dango you’d purchased as the sun casts an ethereal glow against your skin. He tells himself it’s stupid how you’re both so carefree, so joyous when there’s very little to be happy about. But he can’t help feeling happy when he thinks of you—
It’s worse when you’re preparing for the onsen in the evening, wearing a loose robe as you move towards the female side with Mitsuri as he’s left lingering around the divide. Reduced to nothing more than a desperate pervert when he realises just how easy it would be to seat himself in the perfect position to see you on the other side. His cock throbbing at the thought of your naked body, wet and soapy as he pictured running his hands along every inch of your skin.
This is all your fault and he hates you for it, honestly. Hates that this is what you’ve reduced him to— and yet he still finds himself seeking you out. His cock wrapped in a tight fist as he fucks into it, imagining how much better your warm, wet cunt would feel.
He spills all over himself with a grunt, and still he can’t manage to pull his gaze away from you. The way your hands run along your breasts as you squeeze and palm your soapy skin. It has Sanemi imagining how you’d feel beneath him, and his still-hard cock throbs pathetically as he curses through his teeth. He refuses to die at the hands of a demon, and yet he’s certain you’ll be the cause of his demise.
He normally doesn’t spent as long bathing, something else he blames you for as he towels himself dry. Trying to fight back the blush that threatens to bloom across his cheeks when he sees you waiting for him, certain he could blame it on the warm bath water if he needed to—
“Do you want to walk home with me, Shinazugawa-san?” You offer that same stupid smile that has his stomach doing backflips. Remembering that your estate isn’t far from where he resides, he knows the direct route there (not that he’d ever admit it).
“No.” He scoffs, but you still find him falling into step beside you as you both make your way home in the gentle evening breeze.
And he definitely won’t admit returning home and making his favourite sweet treat, as he thinks about giving some to you—
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This is an emergency request for soft Sanemi x Reader who is having nightmares.
I hope everything gets better for you 💜
Sanemi was up out of bed, katana in hand and poised to attack before he even opened his eyes. His driving instinct was to protect you above all else, and the sound of you in distress was enough to put him straight into attack mode.
When he finally came to his senses he realized you were just having nightmares. Tears streaked down your cheeks as you slept and cried out incoherently, tangled up in the bedsheets. He could tell it was a bad one.
"Hey, wake up…" He sat down on the bed beside you, stroking your hair back from your brow. "Love?"
You awoke with a start, gripping his arm and staring at him wide-eyed before you broke down crying. At once, Sanemi's hands were cupping your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.
"It's okay," he said softly. "It was just a nightmare. It's over now. You're safe." He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest, resting his chin on top of your head as he gently rocked you. "I'm never going to let anything bad happen to you, you hear me?"
"'Nemi…"
"I've got you." He kissed the top of your head, closing his eyes and breathing in your comforting scent and warmth. "No matter what happens I've got you."
He held you until your tears stopped flowing and the tension in your body ebbed. He lifted your chin so you were facing him and gazed down at you with soft lavender eyes. "You wanna talk about it?"
You shook your head and snuggled against his chest. "Just hold me. Don't let me go."
"Sure thing." He kissed your forehead and stroked a hand through your hair once more, letting it come to rest cradling the back of your head. "'Nemi's got you. You don't have to worry about a thing."
💜💜💜
#sanemi x you#sanemi x y/n#sanemi x reader#sanemi shinazugawa#sanemi shinaguzawa#soft Sanemi#kimetsu no yaiba sanemi#shinazugawa sanemi#kny sanemi#demon slayer sanemi
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Craving
Demon Slayer
Pairing: Reader x Sanemi Shinazugawa
Warnings: Fluff, Pregnancy, Language, Soft Sanemi
Ao3
Summery: You come home with a new hobby and toy for the cat, and a craving for Pickle Brownies. Sanemi finds this weird as fuck, but accepts it. With the help of his colleagues, he puts two and two together as the brilliant Math teacher he is.
Story:
One day you came home with some knitting needles and a few bags of yarn. Sanemi was off doing his own thing, and when he came home he frowned, the cat the two of you got was already making a mess of the yarn and there was a couple of booties on the chair. “(Name)?”
“Ol’ on!” You called from the kitchen, with your mouth full of brownies. You came back into the living room and swallowed the brownie, “You called?”
“What’s all this?” Sanemi questioned, raising an eyebrow.
You gave a shrug, “A new hobby.”
Sanemi deadpanned, “A new hobby or a new toy for the cat?”
You blinked with a grin, “Why not both!” you giggled as he ran his hand down his face. You walked over, and raised a brownie to your husbands mouth, who opened and took a bite without issue.
However his face contorted in disgust. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?”
You cackled mischievously. “I diced up some Pickles and made brownies with them, figured you needed more veggies in your diet!”
He gave you a look, “The fuck is wrong with you? You’re banned from cooking for a while.”
You snickered at that as you ate the rest of the brownie with a straight face, while he looked on in horror. You simply shrugged, “Was just something I was craving.”
And so this is how things went for the next couple of months. You got ill sometimes, Sanemi blamed the Brownies. You had to be a masochist as you continued to eat them.
A pile of smaller blankets were made before you started on some booties. “One of your friends pregnant or something?”
You held back a smile, “Or something.”
Sanemi held one of the blankets up, noting how soft they were. “Might as well make a bigger version for our bed at the rate you’re going.” He said as a side thought.
The next day he was at Kimetsu Academy eating lunch with his fellow teachers. Tengen popped a bubble from his chewing gum, and put the wad on the plate so he could eat, “Oi Shinazugawa, how’s that woman of yours doing?”
Sanemi shrugged, placing his chin on his fist. “Being weird as fuck, but nothing unusual.” He reached to grab an Ohagi from his Bento box.
Kanae hummed, “Weird in what way?”
“Been making a shit ton of baby stuff for a friend of hers. Getting sick after eating Pickles in brownies and then eating more of them. I swear she’s a Masochist or something. Or getting Baby Fever. But she hasn’t been clinging to me for that…”
Kanae and Tengen gave each other a look. Tengen was more on the sly, he slid up to his fellow teacher wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “My brother, would you say these brownies are a Craving?”
“I guess that’s what she called it.” Everyone just looked at Sanemi like he grew a second head. “What’s so significant about the wording?”
“Bro, you’re not this dense…” Tengen deadpanned, as something slowly clicked with Sanemi.
Giyu stood up, cleaning his small area of the table. “He’s insinuating that your wife is Pregnant.”
A louder click in his mind. Sanemi slammed his hands on the table. “I THINK I WOULD KNOW IF MY OWN WIFE WAS PREGN…ant…shit…” Kyojuro just stared at his colleagues amused while eating baked sweet potatoes. “Shit…SHIT!” Slowly acceptance started to kick in. “I might be a dad?!” His eyes widened at the thought, as everyone nodded in response as his grin widened on his face. “(Name) Better not be pranking me!” He wanted to run home immediately. However he still had three more classes to go for the day.
Walking home with Genya, even he seemed like he knew something was going on. “Okay brat Spill it.”
Genya blinked wide eyed, “Spill what?”
“Is (Name) Pregnant?”
Genya looked at his brother like he grew a second head. “SHE’S PREGNANT?!” He blinked thinking of the signs, “Makes sense…I’mma be an uncle!?” His face lit up at the thought.
Sanemi blinked in response if there was anyone you would tell he would imagine it would be his brother. “What do you mean, makes sense?”
Genya shrugged, “Pickle Brownies. Enough said.” Sanemi snorted, then he watched as his brother frowned, “What is it?”
“I mean I’m excited for it, assuming she is Pregnant…but I’m also scared, I don’t want to be like…”
Genya’s eyebrows raised at that, “You could never be him, you’re the kindest person I know ‘Nemi! Get that out of your head!”
Sanemi blinked, pulling a pikachu face, before shrugging it off. “True, we are better than that bastard. If I was like him (Name) would have kicked my ass by now.”
Genya only nodded as he ran up the steps to the apartment with Sanemi following him. Genya opened the door, to you laying on the couch eating another cursed Pickle Brownie. Sanemi walked in behind him, and his eyes narrowed on the small bump on your belly.
You glanced up, and moved to sit up on the couch, after shoving the rest of the brownie in your mouth. “Welcome home you two! Did you two want anything in particular for dinner?”
Genya shrugged muttering whatever, Sanemi however gave it a thought, “Hm…do we have Baby back ribs?” Genya’s eyes widened realizing what his brother was doing.
You hummed, “I think I did pick some up last week. Anything to go with that?”
Sanemi looked to his brother, “How does steamed Baby Carrots, and Baby Corn sound?” Everytime the word baby was said, something clicked in your mind.
He knew.
Genya nodded, as Sanemi gave him a knowing look. “Actually sounds good! I’mma go to my room and do my homework!” Genya got up to go to his room, closing the door behind him.
Sanemi moved closer to you, and pulled you into standing in front of him. “So…when were you planning on telling me?”
You sighed, “I was planning on your birthday.”
Sanemi tilted his head, and deadpanned, “That…is in two months…how long have you known?”
“Two months.” You said, and he placed a hand over your belly.
Sanemi smirked, “You thought you could hide this for four months eh?”
You lightly punched him in the arm causing him to snicker, “For all you knew I was getting fat from all the brownies. I’d just wear baggier clothes.” You giggled, leaning in to give Sanemi a hug, “Seriously I didn’t think it through. Happy early birthday ‘Nemi.”
Sanemi pulled you into a kiss. “Just don’t pull this shit again, I honestly thought you were fucking around with me for the longest time, I was about to make an honest woman out of ya.”
Sanemi didn’t miss how your eyes sparkled with Mirth at that. “I mean that can wait for after dinner is done~” you sung out, going to the kitchen before chased after you.
“NO PICKLES WITH RIBS!”
You groaned at the demand. “Fine…”
#Demon Slayer#Kimetsu no Yaiba#demon slayer x reader#kimetsu no yaiba x reader#sanemi x reader#Shinazugawa Sanemi x reader#soft Sanemi#Fluff#I hope I got Soft Nemi right#cause I am worried about it for some reason
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Thinking about dad!Sanemi who always pretends that his little girl is ten times stronger than he is.
dad!Sanemi who can throw full grown men through a window always falls down when his daughter jumps on his back, loudly proclaiming his defeat at her tiny little hands.
dad!Sanemi who will always lose an arm wrestling contest with his little girl even as you laugh and shake your head as you watch, knowing full well how he destroys demons without so much as breaking a sweat.
dad!Sanemi who is just so damn soft for his daughter, so willing to be her punching bag if it means she grows up feeling strong and confident
#this is shit but I’m so soft for dad Nemi#sanemi shinazugawa#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kny#kny x reader#kny fanfic#kny sanemi#sanemi x reader#sanemi headcanons#kny headcanons
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This is legit my most favorite page in the whole Kimetsu no Yaiba Manga, because just look at them.
Sanemi and Giyuu who seems to be able to burry their own demons and in peace with themselves, looking with a smile into their future.
The Uzui's just happily spending time together.
And Shinjuro finally able to grief and forgive himself and holding Senjuro's hands as father and son should do.
#l am always so soft when I look at this#demon slayer#sanemi shinazugawa#giyuu tomioka#shinjuro rengoku#senjuro rengoku#tengen uzui#hinatsuru uzui#makio uzui#suma uzui
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KNY Memes #2
#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kny#kny x y/n#kny x reader#kny sanemi#soft y/n#sanemi shinazugawa#sanemi shinazugawa x reader#sanemi x reader#sanemi x y/n#kny fluff#kny meme#kny memes
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༝ Kimetsu no Yaiba season 2024 icons
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#spirit fanfics#aesthetic#spirit icons#120x120#icons#druh19 icons#icon 120x120#soft#chaos!squad#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer#kny hashira#muichiro tokito#giyuu tomioka#tengen uzui#shinobu kocho#mitsuri kanroji#gyomei himejima#sanemi shinazugawa#obanai iguro#nezuko kamado#inosuke hashibira#zenitsu agatsuma#tanjiro kamado#pfp#icon#kny icons#pfp icons#anime icons#demon slayer icons
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Something about Sanemi falling for a woman stuck in a loveless arranged marriage. A marriage arranged for honour, chosen by a respectable samurai that you should be thankful for. The perfect joining of houses, and the perfect way to give him an heir to extend his bloodline. You should be honoured to be handpicked, picked out of an array of noble women all biting at his hand to be the chosen one.
How lucky you are.
The first time you meet Sanemi it’s accidental, running into him while you’re out in the entertainment district with your husband. Walking through the lantern lit streets as musicians and street peformers bask in the glow, the festival in full swing as you mostly keep your head down. Stopping when your husband stops to gawk at the local Oiran is paraded through, standing in his shadow as you feel someone knock into your back.
Turning to see a man with striking white hair that only seems to burn in the flickering lantern light, almost casting an ethereal glow over him as you see the scars that cross his face. The crowded streets more difficult to navigate now as the crowds part like the Red Sea for the courtesan procession. He doesn’t utter an apology, but you can see his lavender eyes staring at you, focused on the darkened bruise against your cheekbone that you’d attempted to cover up earlier that day.
You find yourself muttering your own apology, even though it wasn’t your fault as the man continues to stare. Lips curling into a snarl as he disappears back into the sea of people, but his face is still at the forefront of your mind.
Sanemi would never admit that he keeps looking for you that night, even when he should be searching for the demon that’s terrorising the streets and kidnapping women. Unable to forget the fear that flashed through your face when you met his gaze. Sanemi is used to people fearing him, his job combined with his hostile attitude enough to strike fear into even the boldest men. But there was something about the look you gave him, as though expecting the force of an assault, that had him thinking about you. Remembering the swollen bruise against your cheek as he thought about how it had happened.
And so he finds himself watching you, following you as he notices the way your husbands palm curls around your forearm and grips hard. Tugging you after him as Sanemi feels his hand curl into a fist as his blunt nails dig into his palm, jaw locked as he reminds himself why he’s here.
And I haven’t decided how you actually get together, but picture him remembering you a few days or a week later. This time without your husband in tow as you walk through the quiet streets in the early hours of the morning, glad your husband has left to fight so you can have some time to yourself. Your husband who has come to resent you because after all these months of marriage you still haven’t become pregnant. The expectation of a son weighs heavy, and each night he reminds you how useless and broken you are for not taking his seed and giving him what he wants.
Sanemi finds himself falling hard and fast, wanting nothing more than to protect you— and he’s convinced he’d do anything to do it. And he tells you that perhaps you’re not the one that’s broken, when it’s only ever your husband that you’ve laid with— and that simply not bearing him children does not make you useless.
But then part of me thinks he wouldn’t even allow you to go back to him? Like that’s the kind of shit he wouldn’t deal with after watching it happen to his mother and I sigh.
#sanejo#soft Sanemi#imagine you go back to your husband pregnant tho and you know it’s Sanemis wahhhh#this is my incoherent thought of the day thanks bye xxx
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Shinazugawa brothers soft blue icons
— Icon edits of the boys!!, my favs are the three in the middle. anyway, please enjoy these! <33
No credit required, but please reblog if using !
#Luciana makes stuff 🎀🗡️#ughghghg I seem to have a weird habit of falling for sets of brothers 😭😭#they’re both so fine though???#Genya Shinazugawa#Sanemi Shinazugawa#F2u#no credit required#icon edits#Kny icons#soft blue
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Rabito’s Winter Coat
Good time to mention that Makomo has a TikTok account dedicated to Rabito & Catyuu and their antics <3
She’s been getting comments about how Rabito looks in the Cold season
Started as silly doodle but it’s really funny to me:
Yes that means that shedding season is a NIGHTMARE for anyone near Rabito. Sakonji gets double-covered in fur because of Catyuu
#kny#demon slayer#octo’s art#tomioka giyuu#sabito#Sabigiyuu#urokodaki sakonji#kny makomo#SABIBUN AU#gave Makomo freckles#it’s like the Seal Of Approval that I loaf a character unfortunately I’m Very inconsistent with it#I imagine the coolest thing would be seeing his ass-heart expand#the love that created the ass heart is like yeast & makes him lorge like rising bread#gently press a ruler into his fluff & it goes a few inches before hitting his body#he’s pretty soft for a bit but don’t touch him when he starts shedding. the fur comes of Very easily#Sanemi & Catyuu bop Rabito around like a ball#Rabito can’t do much about it but it’s good exercise
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will you pretty please do the rose prompt again but for yandere sanemi? I feel like it fits him so well
🌹Perhaps if you behave properly, I'll plan a special date
This will be my first time writing my boi sanemi, so if it's a bit ooc sorry ;-;
Warnings: yandere themes, Reader refuses to give Sanemi the affection he wishes but feels guilty, reader is still kinda unwilling but Sanemi is desperate to get them into stockholm syndrome, short
Yandere! Sanemi x gn reader
Reader was confined to the bed, chains adoring their body, shaking as Sanemi set up a table full with food in their room. It was a reward he said. For acting a bit more submissive then usual. They acted submissive because they were terrified of him, something he decided to ignore.
"Get off the bed and get your ass here." Sanemi hissed as he saw Reader cowering underneath a blanket. "The chains are too heavy." Reader mumbled in an attempt to stay put. "I can carry you to the table." Sanemi warned, secretly hoping he could finally pick them up and hold them close. "Nevermind..."
Reader walked to the table, slowly. Mainly to annoy Sanemi. "Such a good darling." Sanemi cooëd when they sat infront of them. "You are being way too soft." Reader told Sanemi, staring at him with a pointed eye. "I want a peaceful night, Reader. Do not ruin it."
They hummed and started eating, hoping that Sanemi would not start a conversation. "Perhaps we can cuddle after dinner and I could give you a massage. It would be good for you muscles-"
"No, thank you." Reader said a bit too quickly, causing Sanemi to crush the bowl in his hand. "I have had enough of your unwillingness." He hissed. "I have been- no, Sanemi deep breaths." Reader couldn't help but roll his eyes. He had been trying to buy Reader's affection with freedom, food, affection and his masterplan also involved trying to stop his. It was slightly working, but Reader will never admit it.
"I will give you massage, and you will accept it willingly." Sanemi suddenly hissed. "Ha?" Reader was caught off guard even if he did kidnap them but he never forced physical affection outside of cuddling. "Or, you will be confided to our room for longer."
"Do you know the defenition of willingly?" Sanemi raised an eyebrow as he clearned off his hand, as for some reason he wasn't bleeding but just got the food on his hand. "And why didn't you get cuts on your hand, like damn." Reader was totally now trying to avert the attention from his anger. "I'll clean this up, get on the bed so that you aren't in the way."
Reader did as told, they were starting to feel guilty for their reaction to Sanemi's offer of a kind evening. Their eyes started to fill with tears and their lip started to wobble. When Sanemi was done he hugged them from behind, mumbling: "Perhaps if you behave properly, I'll plan a special date."
Reader couldn't help but burst into tears.
#yandere blog#yandere male#male yandere#soft yandere#yandere#tw yandere#yandere sanemi#sanemi x you#tw stockholm syndrome#tw angst#yandere kny#yandere kimetsu no yaiba#yandere demon slayer#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#yandere x you
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just wrote a dad!Sanemi bundle of joy drabble because I was in the mood for something soft and sweet
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Hey! I saw your valentines event and I hope I'm not late! It said til Feb 14 so I hope I'm in the clear, and also that I've done this right. Can I request a SaneGiyuu demon slayer one with the candy heart "💜angel: "what if I do this?"
My Sanegiyuu heart! Ahhh! *falls over in swoon* I've gotcha covered, friend! (and you're in the clear! You did great! :D)
Angel: "What happens if I do this?"
Giyu rather liked Sanemi’s back.
Warm tanned skin expanded across hard earned muscles, occasionally broken up by faded scars from various demon attacks. Everything from the nape of his neck down to the curve of his hips was a sight to behold. Before, Giyu used to wonder what it’d be like to run his hands against that landscape of skin.
Now, he had the luxury to do so.
“Mm…that’s nice.” Sanemi groaned in his arms as Giyu’s hand brushed his spine, body relaxing almost instantly. “Keep doing that.”
“So greedy.” Giyu laughed softly, arching his fingers so his nails scratched gently across his skin. “What happens if I do this?
“Hm? Wha-Ahhehehehe!” Sanemi arched some when the hand dragged across his skin. Giyu blinked, surprised. Then he did it again.
“Gehehehahha! G-Giyu!” Sanemi gave him a look, though it held no real malice. Giyu raised a brow back. “Yes?”
“You're tickling me!” Sanemi huffed, cheeks pink.
“I am?” Giyu feigned innocence. “You want me to stop?”
“....” Sanemi didn’t respond, conflict in his expression. When he spoke, his voice was soft. “No…I don’t mind it.”
“Okay.” Giyu nodded, lightly dragging his nails against Sanemi’s skin. The pale haired Hashria arched some as soft giggles poured over his lips, a small smile working its way across his lips. “Just let me know if you want me to stop.”
“Suhuuhuhhuhure.” Sanemi turned his face completely in his arms, shaking with mirth as Giyu continued to lightly trace his skin, his touch feather-light when they ran over old scars. “Ahehahahahhaa, dohohohohon’t gohoohoohoho so lihihihihihihght!”
“Does it tickle too much?” Giyu asked, giggling softly. “Aww, that’s adorable.”
Sanemi pushed up with a glare, cheeks bright red. Reaching out, he gathered up his boyfriend with a sweep of the arm, trapping him against his chest as his fingers danced along the back of his ribs. “You think I’m adorable? Oh hell no- let’s remind you who the real cute one is!”
“Ah! Ahehahahahahhhahha! S-Sahahahhaenmihihiihihi!” Giyu yelped, squirming in his arms as soft hiccupy laughs broke past his lips. “Whahahhahait!”
“Wait for nothing! This is what you get!” Sanemi grinned, nuzzling his face in Giyu’s hair as he relaxed his hands, simply holding him now. “Tch, such a dork. Hey.” He gently tipped his chin, pressing their foreheads together. “I love you.”
“I should tickle you more often. You get so cuddly.” Giyu laughed, smiling gently. “I love you too.”
Candy Heart Prompts Are Officially CLOSED!
#Candy Heart Valentine Event#chve2k23#tickle#tickle dabble#demon slayer#sanemi shinazugawa#giyu tomioka#sanegiyuu#fluff#these two make me soft
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Had this wrote on paper two years ago, soo I decided to post it, will update this as soon as I get more motivation
"You did WHAT"
cw: mentions of rap3, g0re, cursing(Sanemi), death, kidnap₱ed, s3x as coping mechanism(for Sanemi and somewhere soon), established relationship, also if you couldn't tell I absolutely hate Tengen
"5 weeks..." Silence "5 fucking weeks uzui!!" "I......I'm sorr-" cut off with a hard slap to his face, tengen started coughing up blood from whatever he was hit with, because it was metal. "I seriously can't fuckin' believe you would do such a motherfuckin' thing, and to giyuu too?!" To Sanemi, it was so disgusting he could barely look at tengen without becoming sick to his stomach The intention to murder him in the most vile, sadistic, bloodiest, painful way possible because of what the "so-called flashy sound hashira" did to giyuu, Sanemi's husband for 5 weeks, honestly Sanemi was glad that it was only 5 weeks and not any longer because if it did go on longer, Sanemi would have been banned from being a demon slayer, "please...... Let me go shinuzugawa, I'm sorry for rap!ng tomioka. I didn't know he was take-" once again, tengen got hit but in his eye, he could feel the blood pouring out. "I don't give a motherfuckin' damn what the hell you thought bitch!, Now say goodbye fucker!" And Sanemi stabbed tengen in the heart and watched him bleed out as he smiled and started laughing maniacally as he left the basement and into giyuu and his shared bathroom to take a shower to get rid of tengen's disgusting, nasty,vile blood off of his porcelain, moon-kissed skin that giyuu so-loved to dig his nails in, his snow-white fluffy hair that giyuu just so-loved to stick his face in when their cuddling. After he was done taking a shower, Sanemi soon realized that he didn't get a towel. "Fuck... Gi-gi! Hey! Um... Can you bring me a towel?" Sanemi yelled "Huh? Oh yea, just give me a second!" Giyuu responded,Giyuu then ran to get Sanemi a towel since he forgot to get one. "Here nemi, here's your towe-" giyuu dropped the towel as he saw Sanemi standing naked before him, giyuu blushed a very bright red "what? Your acting like you never seen me naked!" "your-......i-......" "oh, spit it out, pretty boy" Sanemi said, annoyed and amused at how giyuu wasn't able to talk. "Am I really that hot-looking to the point where you can't even speak?!" Sanemi said as he started smirking, very amused at giyuu who looked away after he called him 'pretty boy' "h-here....." Giyuu mumbled as he give his husband the towel he called him(giyuu) for. "Thanks...but I don't think I need the towel anymore..." Sanemi said as he had a glint of lust in his eyes
#sanemi x giyuu#sanegiyuu#uzui tengen#killing tengen for rap3#overprotective nemi#soft giyuu#giyuu angst#hashira#demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba#giyuu's a rap3 victim#wrote this as a coping mechanism#im sorry but#bbg giyuu
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scars <> chapter three
characters: sanemi x female reader
words: 1.5k
contains: mentions of self-harm, injuries, panic attack, very lightly smutty toward the end, 18+ MDNI
author’s note: sorry this took so long, having a depressive episode atm. we're finally getting into the juicy hurt/comfort and headed toward smut. hell yeah. there are manga spoilers abt sanemi's backstory here but nothing too wild. this was very lightly edited so send me an ask if you see anything glaring lol
read on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41349609
Wisps of steam hung in the crisp morning air around you. You traced their erratic paths skyward as they rose from the hot spring in which you were submerged. Pain pricked at your thighs where you’d added new cuts to your constellation of scars — you knew you shouldn’t, but it was the only sensation that could shut down last night’s panic attack. At least you’d graduated from your wrists to a more… inconspicuous location. One where wandering eyes couldn’t really see how bad things had gotten.
Bad was an understatement. The panic attacks had gotten worse since the party at Tengen’s a few weeks ago. Something about Sanemi’s unexpected gentleness and concern for your past awakened a new sickness. Something fucked up happened to you. You’re dirty. Damaged goods. Unstable. They all know it. The best you could do was put on a brave face and avoid seeing him. His breath, hot and heavy, on your neck crossed your mind more than you’d like to admit and you just didn’t trust yourself to act normal around him. Truthfully, you weren’t sure how you’d react to seeing him again. Your subconscious seemed keen to betray you as of late — making you nauseated throughout the day, depriving you of sleep, and dulling your combat skills. Kagaya knew it, too. You’d only been sent on two missions since your outing with Sanemi. Both simple reconnaissance tasks that could have easily been done by a lower-ranked corps member. I’m falling apart. Why? Why now? I was so close to being better.
Tears rolled down your cheeks as you sunk lower into the pool, and you closed your eyes to focus on the aqueous sounds and birdsong around you.
“Hey. Thought I’d find you here.”
You snapped out of your trance and hurriedly wiped the tears from your face, hoping the steam obscured them from view. Before you, Sanemi knelt at the edge of the spring, dangling a cautious foot into the water and studying your expression. Shit.
“Oh, I’m, I was just about to leave, actually,” you stuttered, pushing yourself up to stand.
“Don’t give me that shit, y/n. Why are you avoiding me?” His lowered eyes conveyed a mix of annoyance and worry.
You shrugged and gestured awkwardly with your hands, “I’m not! I’ve just been… busy. And tired.”
Sanemi’s gaze wandered down your dripping body, pausing at your thighs, where he narrowed his eyes on the angry red lines traversing the pale skin.
“What is that?” He said, more as a statement than a question.
Great. Just what I need.
“I just scraped myself when I fell on the stairs earlier. It’s nothing.” You turned your back to him, quickly reaching for your haori on the pool’s edge.
Sanemi was always quicker. He leapt across the water to snatch the haori away, grasping your wrist firmly in the process. You were frozen in place, feet still in the water, just inches from his chest again.
“Stop it. Please. I want to know what’s going on, y/n.”
“Why can’t you just let me deal with things?!” You snapped.
He matched your energy, quickly losing his composure. “Because you’re clearly not dealing with it. You look awful, y/n. I know you’re not eating or sleeping — you’re fucking shivering in a hot spring for fuck’s sake! And, c’mon, really? You fell on the stairs? Do you think I’m stupid and blind?”
You hadn’t even noticed your body trembling and goosebumps blanketing your skin. He’s right. But he’s fucking mean.
“I know. I know I’m a piece of shit. I’m unfit to be in the corps. I don’t want to be like this either. But I am, Sanemi. I’m fucking broken!” You screamed at him, fresh tears flowing freely as you tried to wrestle out of his grasp.
His violet eyes glistened with tears of his own. He leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper, “I didn’t say any of that, y/n. I would never.”
Something deep inside you broke. You let your knees give out, fully collapsing into Sanemi’s arms as your body was wracked by sobs. He gingerly held you, so careful not to make you claustrophobic or smothered. His scent of cypress and lychee invaded your senses as you took in shaky breaths. He pressed his forehead to yours, “Can we sit in the water? I did actually want to relax and talk with you for a bit,” his tone was markedly lighter and gentle.
Sinking back into the spring, you told him, albeit vaguely. No, I’m not well. I don’t know how to handle people being concerned about me. No one cared about me for a long time. In fact, people went out of their way to hurt me and violate me. I don’t feel like a person anymore.
Sanemi would never admit it, but he’d taken a liking to you. At your best, your skills rivaled even the current hashira. You could take his biting sarcasm and dish it right back. He could see in you the same pain his mother and siblings faced at the hands of his own father. It both sickened and softened him. And, gods, you had the same stupid habit of tearing yourself apart, alone.
“I do stupid shit. Act without thinking — actually, take that back, I know it’s more dangerous than it needs to be. Most of these scars aren’t even from difficult fights. I just wanted to get hurt.” He mused darkly, tracing over his own marks under the water.
“At least you got something productive out of it. Another demon, gone. I just, fuck, it’s just selfish.” You took another shaky breath, eyes glazed over, looking blankly at the canopy of trees above you.
“But it stops the thoughts, huh?” Sanemi echoed.
Oh. So he does know.
You asked gently, “What are yours like?”
In truth, the memory that stuck out to Sanemi was that awful coldness. Even splattered in a horrifying mixture of his mother’s blood and his own, the only things he could think of were how cold she must be as she evaporated, how cold the knife he held was, how cold the bodies of his siblings were as he held them. That day, warmth was ripped out of his soul and replaced with emptiness. And at night, when the ice in his veins roused him from sleep, he craved pain. Anything to stop the unending replay of Genya’s voice: You killed her?! You killed mom??
Here, with you, he pressed firmly on one of his fresh abdominal scabs from a recent fight. The light sting was enough to soothe him.
Through gritted teeth, he said plainly, “I think about the day I killed my mom.”
You’d heard the story from Genya before. The terror in his expression alone was enough as he recounted it.
“I can’t imagine what that was like.” Your voice was timid, barely above a whisper.
“I can’t imagine what your fucking master was like. The injuries at Shinobu’s the first time were…” he trailed off, remembering the sight of you, unconscious in the infirmary, as he was stitched up after a mission.
“You saw that?”
“Yeah. Twice, actually. You were in and out for awhile.”
It made sense. He was regularly getting treated at Shinobu’s estate for some injury.
The conversation seemed to have Sanemi lost in his thoughts. Silence distanced the two of you, interrupted by the occasional bird or splash of water. It was a while before he spoke again.
“Anyway. You don’t have to suffer by yourself. We’re all fucked. You gotta let it out sometimes, dumbass.” His voice had returned to playful sarcasm, attempting to liven the heavy mood.
The intimacy of your conversation was, admittedly, getting to you. No. We’re not doing this. You can’t just fuck anyone that gives you attention. It was a terrible side effect of being touch-starved. You simultaneously yearned for touch and were repulsed by it, but gods, both feelings were so intense. It was like the second you bared your darkness to someone, you felt the need to soften the blow with some kind of…reward. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, screwing your eyes shut, and begging your brain to think of anything else. For fuck’s sake.
Sanemi snorted at your flustered appearance. “I mean, shit, I wasn’t thinking of that kind of letting it out.”
You let out a frustrated groan, tossing your head back. “My face really gives everything away, huh?”
“Yeah, wouldn’t say you’re the best at hiding your feelings, dumbass.”
The cockiness in his voice was accentuated by his sudden change in posture, locking his hands behind his head and pushing his chest out.
Two could play that game. You rolled your eyes and put on a coquettish demeanor. Fuck it. If he’s into it, so am I. “Well, neither are you, Sanemi.” You grinned devilishly, slinking toward him in the water with your hands headed straight for his thighs.
“Oi, what’s that supposed to — oh, oh fuck…” He threw his head back with a breathy sigh as you palmed his length, rapidly hardening under your touch.
“You’re a nasty little minx, y/n.”
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