#therapist!sanemi

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THIS WHOLE THING HAS THE POTENTIAL TO BE ONE BIG 'OL T/W. SO, PLEASE, READ ALL OF THE ⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️ AND DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU FEEL LIKE THIS IS SOMETHING THAT WILL LEAD YOU TO A DARK PLACE.

T/W = CONSENSUAL CONSENSUAL CONSENSUAL P->V WITH A DR (THERAPIST!SANEMI), ORAL (M->F), BRIEF MENTION OF DRUGGING DRINK, TALK OF DEPRESSION, IMPLIED DESPONDENCY, NOT SHOWERING FOR A FEW DAYS, BROKEN HIPPOCRATIC OATH, THERAPIST!SANEMI FIRES Y/N FROM BEING HIS PATIENT IN ORDER TO PURSUE "OTHER MUTUAL INTERESTS", LITTLE BIT OF CUM TALK, GROSS OVERUSE OF ITALICS CONSENSUAL CONSENSUAL CONSENSUAL

*Anything I missed that you think I should add to the warnings? Horrific spelling/grammar error? Please message me, and I'll see what can be done.*

WC - About 5.5k

Dr. Feel Good

"Hi, Dr. S. I uh, well, I'm not going to be able to make my appointment tomorrow. I'm sorry this is technically less than 24 hours. Bill me for any time you may have lost. Whatev– thanks. Oh, this is y/n, by the way, and it's about 4 o'clock. Bye. You don't have to call me back. Bye."

You pressed the red button on your cell phone and hung up the call with Dr. Shinazugawa's voice-mail and climbed back into your bed. The rain beat against the windows in rhythm with the tears falling to your face.

It was November 1st. Fall was in full swing. And once again, you were not. Your 24th birthday was coming up soon. And you'd fallen into the same routine as last year. Going through the motions: work, family, the few friends you had. But you're fairly certain they were sick of you. So it was just a matter of time before they stopped calling. It's not like you're blowing up their phones to remind them you're still around.

The phone rang. You didn't even bother to see who was calling before you turned it over to silence the assault on your quiet cocoon. [Beep beep]. One more message you won't respond to. "I don't wanna talk. Go away." It started ringing again.

"Fuck, what, hello?" You sniffed and pulled the down comforter off of your face. You didn't want it to sound like you were still in bed as you squirmed around to get comfortable.

"Hello! Y/n? I just got your message." Silence on your end. "Are, are you there?" You cleared your throat. What's the point of talking anymore. "Ah, there you are." Dr. Shinazugawa said a little too cheerfully.

You're surprised by the inflection of his voice. You often thought he was like you; dark. But he was your therapist. You were not his. So you didn't worry about him like you assumed he worried about you. Like you hoped he did. More wasted energy.

"Y/n, c'mon. Will you say something to me?" Sitting up in bed, "Why." You said flatly. You could hear his breath slow a little, and you sort of wondered why his breathing would ease up when you spoke on the other end of the line. You wondered how someone like you could bring ease to anyone.

"Because I wa–" He stopped for a moment. "I need to know you're alright." There was a pregnant pause. "Y/n? Are you? Ok?" You sniffed again. Could he hear you crying? "Will you please come in tomorrow and talk with me?" He could hear the hurt in your words. "I'd like to see you."

"I'll see you next week, Dr. S. Have a nice weekend. Bye." You took the phone away from your ear before you'd even started to say you'd see him at your next appointment. You didn't want to give him that crucial second before disconnection to try and change your mind. He was just your therapist. Not Jesus. Though you could easily find yourself at his feet asking for miracles. No matter, you weren't religious anyway.

You blew your nose, turned your phone and laptop off, and tucked yourself in for the remainder of the day.

***

A loud knocking at the door woke you from another sleepless night. You glanced at the clock, 12:37. Afternoon. You stomped across your apartment to look through the peephole. "Y/n ... you awake? Are you home?" You rubbed the last traces of sleep from your face and contemplated not answering him. "I, I brought coffee. Y/n, please. And I heard you walking around in there."

"Shit. I need to get some rugs in here." He laughed at your grumble and started in again, "If you open the door I won't charge you for the late cancelation notice. That's $120⁰⁰ more you'll have to, hell, I don't know, buy hoodies with?"

A smile warmed its way across your face, and you unlocked the door. "You know me too well, Dr. S. It's a little scary." He handed you the coffee, trapping your hand in his own when your fingers stretched out to take the paper cup. You couldn't help but feel small when it registered that he was intentionally touching you. Your eyes met, and just as quickly, you pulled away from him. Nothing about that meant anything.

"They were out of the cups they usually use, so it's in one meant for hot drinks. But, caramel ribbon crunch, extra crunch. Is that right? That's your favorite, right? Anyway, I'm sure you're sick of hearing me ask you this. But are you? Ok, I mean. Why did you cancel the appointment? May I?" He gestured to the black leather couch in your dark living room, and you nodded. "Dr. S, are you trying to therapize me in my own home? Tch, on my couch, too. For shame." He sat down leaning back and casually crossed his left leg over his right, his ankle sat on top of his knee. "There are plenty of other things to do on a leather couch, y/n. Treating you is far from the worst of them." He smiled slyly at you. It made your cunt clench.

A weird look spread over his face. It started at his eyes and continued down to his mouth. Your paranoia and social ineptitude reared their ugly heads.

"Ex-excuse me for a moment, please. I …" You turned your palms over, raising them with your shrugging shoulders, "make yourself … comfy." He nodded, "By all means." You went to your bedroom and threw on something that didn't smell like it was a week old and checked your breath/hair/eyes/pits & tits. Fixing what was needed, you went back out to the living room.

You found Dr. Shinazugawa looking over the photos you had on the fireplace mantel. Pictures from your childhood to adolescence to last Christmas. "You look really happy in these photos, y/n." Dr. S said. You rolled your eyes and caught yourself immediately. "Shit," you said, rubbing your palms down your face.

"Y/n, what do I say about rolling your eyes?" You started to roll them again but caught it.

"There's nowhere more important to look than forward. Yeah, yeah, doc. Ok."

He smiled. Proud that he thought of something he felt was so profound (even though you thought it was cliché) and that you finally remembered the whole thing. "What are your plans for the near future? Anything exciting with friends, uh, how's the dating game – maybe a date?" He asked, the smile fading quickly from his face.

"Oh, well I am having high tea at The Ritz with Prince Harry and Meghan at 2. And then I was going to my guitar lesson with Jimi Hendrix at 3:30. Uhm, I had one more thing planned but I completely forg–"

Dr. Shinazugawa stood up and walked over to you. He was unnervingly close as you prattle on about your pretend plans. He looked at you like he was conflicted about what he wanted to say. What he wanted to do. He studied your face closely.

"Dr. S.?" You said, suddenly realizing how fucking attractive he is. His white hair was cut choppy and it was slicked back enough that it mostly stayed out of his way. Though some pieces fell in front of his face. He had muscle. He had tattoos. He had scars. All of which stuck out from the white v-neck cashmere sweater he wore. His black cropped pants hem sat a few inches above his ankle. He wore old-school Vans. The man was a walking orgasm. How had you never noticed this about him before?

"I wonder if maybe you shouldn't find a new doctor? I feel like more and more you've been canceling your sessions left and right and this chemistry spans beyond the typical doctor/patient relationship between us. Unless I've been imagining you undressing me with your eyes for the last 5 months?"

Ow. "Um, n–no. Pffft. And I don't want a new doctor. I want you. You're the only one in my life who gives a shit if I pick up the phone. You're so good you came to me. No one else would do that. I know they wouldn't." You could feel your heart snapping into pieces with each of his coercions to find someone else to hear your deepest and darkest confessions. "And I *scoff* heh, undressing you? That's highly inappropriate, doctor. But, um, why? Why ... would you have a problem with that?" Settle the fuck down, y/n.

"Do you want me to answer that from the perspective of me being a man in the presence of a woman? Or as a doctor? Your doctor?" He walked over to the couch and beckoned you to sit with him. Though it ought to have been pins and needles you were sitting on. It ought to have been him you were sitting on.

"What ... Dr. S?"

His face rested in his hands before he looked into your eyes. It was so hard to read his expression. His pupils were dilated. His lips turned to a frown and his brow furrowed creating deep lines in his perfect face.

Dr. Shinazugawa sighed and looked at you for a moment before reaching out to your face. "Y/n, I want you to know something." Your heart was starting to rattle against your chest. Fuck.

"What I'm about to do is not coming from Dr. Shinazugawa. It– it's coming from me, Sanemi. Ok? Is that ok?"

He picked a couple of pieces of your hair that had fallen from behind your ears and gently tucked them back into their tight little space.

"Ah, fuck." He said moving his hands to his lap and breaking eye contact with you.

You, on the other hand, had never wanted him to look at you more.

"Y/n." He said your name like it hurt his lips to let it slide past them.

"What is it, Jesus. Did my insurance not pay for the sessions or something? You're being weird."

He reached his hand up and ran his fingers across your cheek.

"Is this ok?" He whispered. His eyes were nearly all dark as he tickled the invisible hair on your face.

Your eyes shot open at the touch. "Doc–tor." Was all you could manage to say. He put his index finger up to your mouth and traced your lower lip. "Mm-mm. Not doctor. Just ... just Sanemi. If, if you'll have me.

"You're beautiful, y/n." He said that so quietly that you barely heard him. You're so shocked you can hardly speak.

"Pardon?" Your e/c eyes are huge, looking at him like you've never seen him before. "Did ... did you just say I'm beautiful?"

"I've tried everything to keep myself from thinking about you. I have to jerk off in my locked office before you come in for your appointment. If I don't – sweet Jesus, if I don't I have to keep my legs crossed for the full 55 minutes just to keep my cock from bursting through my zipper like a professional ball player pitched it. You have no idea how hard it is for me to sit there and listen to you talk about how you have no friends or hobbies. And how you despise the dating scene because all the guys you meet are morons. But you're so ... ahh, y/n. I can't see myself making it through one more appointment with you. You drive me up a wall. Just sitting there. Bitching about everything. I want to rip your pants off and make you feel something –! Shit. Shit!" He huffed out the air that sat in his lungs throughout his whole spiel. His chest was heaving as he tried to compose himself. Not doing a very good job.

"Holy shit." You sat there dumbstruck as you were so taken aback by his comments about your personal life – the truth he'd so cautiously worked out of your walled-in personality over the last 5 months. You couldn't think of a way to defend yourself against his stupid but keen observations.

"For starters, Sanemi," His eyes lit up at your use of his name. "I hate dating because men my age are all dipshits. My friends, I may not have a lot. But I prefer quality over quantity. As for hobbies, well ... well fuck you. That's my hobby."

"Well, that's one hell of a hobby, y/n." He laughed as he looked back and forth between your slightly open mouth, your tits, and your eyes.

You blushed, but it was more out of anger than feeling cute. "I know."

"Please, y/n. Dont hate me. This comes from a selfish place, but I really, really need you to understand. Please ..." Sanemi leaned over and pressed his lips into yours. So slowly at first. You wanted more. All of him. He put his hands around your thighs as he leaned more into you, and his tongue pushed its way into your mouth.

You moaned and kissed him back as every milligram of your better judgment told you not to. But his reciprocated moan snapped you back to your senses, making you pull away and wipe your mouth off, feigning disgust. More, give me more.

"What–what the fuck was that! Isn't this against the law or something? My god!" You moved to sit across the room on the floor. Follow me. Kiss me again. Pour yourself into me. Rip me apart, put me back together, and do it again.

"No." He was so relaxed about the whole thing. Him showing up at your apartment. Bringing you your favorite coffee. Waving the fee. It was like he'd planned this and he was testing the waters with you.

"Wh–what do you mean no?"

"It's not illegal. Not if you're not my patient anymore. If you don't find a different therapist then, yeah, probably. But–"

You cut off his defense. "I'm going to need a therapist just to work through this shit, Dr. S. Jesus."

He couldn't help but laugh at your theatrics. "I told you, call me Sanemi."

"What's so funny? Hm? Why now? Why me?" Not that knowing the answer to these things would help you understand any better why he was risking losing his license to practice just to profess his affection for you.

"I've tried to tell you before: You're smart and fucking hilarious. We have the same sick sense of humor. You're a mess, a hot fucking mess. You're the funniest person I've ever met, y/n. Why now? I don't know. Maybe I can't risk losing someone who makes me feel this way. Maybe I just want to hold you and be held by you. Maybe I'm attracted to damaged women and their ability to overcome. I don't know what else to tell you except that you're fired. I will no longer see you professionally, y/n."

"Damaged 'women'?" You glared at him and started to take a drink of what he brought you, then you stopped, "Wait ... you didn't, you didn't drug me, did you?!"

He smiled. "No. I prefer to have these types of conversations with conscious people. Not that I've had this conversation a lot! Or, or ever! This is the first time I've ever fallen for a p– well. For you. You're the first time. The first patient of mine I've fallen for. And I meant damaged 'woman'. Just you. My mistake." He smiled at you. Comfortingly. Showing off his perfect white teeth. Like he was drawing your focus from his argument to one more of his many good features. Take me away from here.

You wanted to feel his lips again. Is it that unheard of? People fall for other people all the time, regardless of social status. Regardless of their job. When it boils right down to it, we're just human. Right?

"Y/n, I know what you're thinking. And if you consider it, strip me –" his phone rang, and he pulled it out to see who was calling. "Ok, it was just an alarm. Sorry. Where was I?"

You sat there practically drooling, "The ... the last thing you said was 'strip me' and your alarm went off." Your face was not doing a very good job of hiding where your thoughts had drifted. You looked dizzy and hot. Your lips sat perfectly spaced apart and he couldn't help but notice how your body had changed in such a short amount of time. Please.

"Strip me? Oh! Yeah, strip me of my title and I'm just any other guy. I'm human. We're all humans. Just trying to find someone to climb into bed with at the end of the day."

"Yeah. Yeah, I suppose you're right." You admitted, still sounding unsure of the whole situation to his trained ears.

"I don't know how else to explain this to you. My mom is fucked up. My sisters are fucked up. They're the kind of fucked up I know and love. They're funnier than hell and they'd lay their life down for anyone they cared about. But are they ... shit. How do I phrase this? Are they mentally 'sound'? Mmehh. But they're some of the most amazing people I know. You'd fit in in our family quite nicely. My sisters want to meet y–"

He stopped himself and your ears perked up. "Your sisters want what? They want to meet me? Oh my god! How much did you tell them about me!" You stood from the floor to pace around. "Now that I know is against the law! You, you ... HIPAA rule breaker! I should turn you in!" What did you tell them about me?

"Oh ... no no no no! Please don't! I haven't told them anything specific about you! Jesus. Of course, I haven't. They don't even know that you're a regular ..." He couldn't bring himself to say the word 'patient' one more time.

"You need to find someone who, well, who isn't me. I have to see where this goes, y/n." He started at you like he was a statue. Molded and still. Concentrating only on what was in front of him and unable to let his attention fall anywhere else.

You took off your sweater and leaned against the wall in your black tank top and yoga pants. You didn't notice the thin strap hanging off of your shoulder.

Sanemi stood from the couch and glanced over your body for a moment before he took a step toward you. "So ...?"

"So ... what?" You said. "What do you want me to say, Dr. S? If that's even your real name."

"Y/n. You're acting craz–" You cut him off before he could finish the sentence.

"I thought that's how you liked your women!" He couldn't tell if you were being facetious or not. But he was having a hard time maintaining the small distance between the two of your heated bodies. Now or never.

Sanemi threw his hands up in the air and was in front of you in a heartbeat. "Why are you being so fucking obstinate! I'm standing here telling you how I feel and you're just ... you're so ... bahhhh! Fuck this!" He ducked down and flung you over his shoulder. "Where's your room. Where is it!" He demanded.

"What the hell do you think you're doing! P–put ... me ... d–" You lost any fight you had in you when his hand ran over your ass. "Fuck, Dr. ... S–Sanemi."

He flipped you over onto your bed and leaned over you. His breathing was heavy, his eyes were wide and hair had fallen into his face. You reached a shaking hand up to brush it aside but he grabbed your wrist and slammed it down on the bed.

"I. Asked. You. A. Question, y/n. Why do you insist on making this so difficult for me?" He slammed your hand down against the bed again and drove this muscular thigh between your legs, nestling it against your soaking cunt.

You didn't even flinch. You slid down a bit so you could feel the delicious pressure against your aching core.

"Like I have an answer for that, Dr. S." You spat out. You tried to reach for him with your other hand and he grabbed it, too. Slipping both of your wrists into his much larger hand and holding you down against the unmade bed.

"I'm sorry. I've just had these feelings for you for a long time. And they've been driving me up a wall. You're so completely checked out. It's frustrating and fascinating at the same time. You have no idea how much I look forward to seeing you come walking through my door. Your hair is in a fucking wreck of a bun on top of your head. No make-up. Stained sweatshirts and your black leggings with pockets. I fucking want you. Every broken little piece of you. I want to swallow it and make it mine forever. Open up. Here comes the airplane.

"I'm ... sorry?" You said quietly, looking over at your wrists in his hands.

"You should be." He growled at you. "I've been waiting months for you. Months. Months upon months of making sure I have enough time to squeeze out at least one load before you saunter in, completely oblivious to what I was doing."

He was so hard, pressing into your trembling thigh. Give yourself to me.

"Dr. Shinazugawa?"

"What!" He said, very clearly annoyed with your inability to see past the way things are.

"You've still got my wrists."

"I know I do. Do you want me to let go?" He said, but he was not letting go.

"And it's Sanemi." He corrected.

"Sanemi." You said his name and he groaned. He rolled his hips into your thigh as he pressed his face into your neck. The only reaction he got from you was you moving your body toward him.

"You smell so fucking good. Jesus I've been wanting to do this since the moment you walked into my office." His breath was shaky as he inhaled your perfumed skin. "What is that?" He asked with his tongue lightly grazing your skin as he took it into his mouth.

"Do you want the truth?" You asked as you tilted your head more to the side so he could stuff his face even deeper into you.

"Yes, yes. Always tell me the truth, y/n."

"Th–that's just me. It's been a day or three since I've showered. Sorry if that's too gross." You shrugged off any shame you had about this. Quite positive that he's both heard and seen worse than you in your somewhat dirty clothes smelling more like yourself today than any other time you've met with him.

He pulled back and looked at you.

"I don't care if you've not showered. I am not walking away from this. From you. I want you. Period. Full stop."

Your face flushed red. "Wh–what did you just say?"

"Fuck! Do I have to draw you a diagram? I want you. Showered or not." He let go of your wrists pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it on the floor. "Is that ok?"

Your eyes shamelessly took in all of his exposed skin. The scars that spread across his chest were jagged and pale in comparison to the rest of the slightly more tan skin. The tattoos. The fucking tattoos. Large blacked-out pieces cover his muscular arms. There was a katana that started at his sternum and went down ... how far, you didn't know. But the way things were going, you had a feeling you'd soon be finding out where it ended.

"Y/n." His voice was rough and deep.

"Oh. Uh. Uhm. Wow. What did you just say? I ... sorry. I spaced for a second."

He sighed and asked you again if you wanted him to stop. You sat up right away and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Doct– I mean, Sanemi," You said, hesitating for a second as you traced the tip of your nose around his. Your breathing was getting heavy and your eyes were halfway closed. Your brows were pinched together so tightly that if something didn't happen, you'd end up with a massive headache from the unnatural amount of time they'd been like that.

Sanemi put his fingers to your face to massage the little forehead knot you wore. You melted forward into his hand.

"What's wrong? Do – are you ok? Fuck. Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. Is this ok?" He lifted your shirt off of you and sat it on the bed. You blushed even deeper than earlier and covered yourself.

You shook your head, "I ... I need to shave. I wasn't expecting to be ... with someone today. God this is fucking humiliating. Why do you even like me?"

He grabbed your hips and pulled you up on his lap. His fingers ran over the skin on your ribs.

"I love that you're real. That you're so open and honest. You're beautiful and vulnerable, y/n. Stinky, unshaven and all. Ok?"

"I ... I stink?" You laughed and stuck your face down into the crease of your armpit and then laughed and stopped. The look in his eyes was like nothing you've seen before. It was wild and had a certain restrain all at once. Let go of the reigns.

You leaned in and kissed him. Slowly at first. But it quickly grew to sudden and sloppy movements around each other's bodies. Faces. Necks. Chests. Abdomen. You began to rub yourself against the bulge of his cock. It felt so good you let little noises dance into his ear. "Oh, god you feel s'good." Sanemi, I want to feel you everywhere around me.

"Sanemi, shit. I ..."

He pulled you closer to him and kissed your collarbone from one side to the other. His hands gripped the fat of your ass tightly like he was afraid you were going somewhere.

You shivered, his mouth was hot on your neck and the feeling of his breath against you wasn't quite scratching the itch that was growing under your skin. The friction of your bodies grinding against the other was a frustrating reminder that this all was just out of reach.

You ran your hands down his abs and back up onto his shoulders. He pulled back and looked at you. "Speak." He said with a hint of humor.

"You... you, with your shirt ... off. And, god I really want to know what the rest of that katana tattoo looks like," you said as you snuck a peek at the stretched fabric where his cock was hidden away.

"Take a look." You scooted off of his lap and sat down next to him on the bed as he lay down and stretched out. "Here. Have at it." He gestured to his belt and pants to be removed and he folded his arms behind his head, watching your every move and basking in your reactions.

You moved to his thighs and walked your fingers up to unbutton and unzipped his pants.

Sliding them down his legs, taking his boxers with them, you saw it.

"Fuck, Sanemi ..." You were struck dumb at the sight of his tattooed cock.

"Yeah?"

"I want to ... can I touch you? I mean, it? I mean, is that ok?"

"Yes. C'mere." He grabbed you and pulled you up his body and flipped you onto your back. "But I want to do this first."

"Do wh– ahh!" You weren't expecting him to completely overturn you. But he did and he let his fingers course up the front of your yoga pants. "Let me get a little taste, huh?"

"Oh! Well, I... " You blushed and watched as he pulled your pants down.

"You don't wear underwear, y/n? Or ... just ..."

Your hand flew to your face. "I need to do laundry. God. I could die of embarrassment right now!"

"Y/n. I don't care. It's hot as fuck. Now shut up and let me go down on you."

"But –"

He put his hand over your mouth. "Shut. Up."

"Hmmkm." You barely manage to squeeze your compliance through his warm hand.

"I have been dying to stick my tongue in this wet little pussy of yours. Can I?" He licked his lips like a starved man.

"Mhm, yes, please..." Your face was bright red, but you were not embarrassed. It suddenly felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. You wanted so badly to breathe, but there was only Sanemi. There is nothing else to draw life from. So you did what you knew you wanted to do all along and spread your legs for him in hopes he could renew your faith. In anything.

"I have to have it. I have to taste you. I have to feel you." He whispered as his hands moved up the insides of your legs, spreading them apart. He pushed your knees back against your chest and buried his face between your thighs.

His tongue ran the length of your wet slit and his groan was muffled. He held onto the back of your knees as his tongue lapped at the pool of your juices. He moaned, the vibration adding to the growing pleasure you were feeling.

"Ahh. S–Sanemi ..."

You could feel the heat growing in the pit of your stomach. You tried to close your legs but he wouldn't let you. He was leagues stronger than you. Your legs were no match for his arms.

"Sanemi! Oh, fuck! It - I - ahh god!"

You came all over his face. Your thighs trembled around his ears and your eyes were clamped shut as you tried to hold onto the moment, but you lost it.

You looked down between your legs at Sanemi. He wiped his chin off on his forearm and pushed his hair back from his forehead. His eyes were intense and focused.

"You're mine, y/n. Don't forget it."

"Sanemi." Your voice was so quiet. "I don't think I could ever forget that."

"Good." He slid his hands up your legs and pushed them back again. You could feel his tip press against your sopping entrance.

"Are you ready for me?"

"Oh, shit, Sanemi ..."

He pushed himself into you.

"Ahhh, fuuuuuck. Goddamn it, y/n. You're so fucking wet."

He bottomed out inside of you and groaned. You were so tight. Your walls were squeezing his cock so well. He pulled out and slammed back into you, burying his face in of your chest, nipping at your skin as he pumped his hips.

"S'nemi, fuck. That's ... hmm, so fucking good..."

"That's it, that's my girl, y/n."

His hands slid under your back and grabbed your shoulders. His pace slowed for a moment as he rolled his hips against you, grinding himself deeper into your body.

You had no idea this could feel so amazing. His body weight fell down on you. And the way his hands were holding you in place. It made your body tremble in his grasp. You were completely at his mercy. And you loved it. You wanted it all. You wanted all of him.

"More. God, Sanemi. Please, please. Deeper!"

He picked up his pace and fucked you with abandon, slamming himself into you without regard for anything but the pleasure you two were carving out of each other. His body was hot and he was dripping sweat. His balls slapped harshly against your ass each time he drove into you. Tiny droplets of your juices sprayed around on his thighs.

"Fucking take it, y/n. Take my cock."

"Yes. Fuck. Yes, Sanemi."

"Shit, I'm gonna cum."

"Hmm, me too."

"Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock?"

"Yes, Sanemi! FUCK!" You were so close. "Don't stop. Fuck, don't ... stop. Just... A... YES! FUCK!"

"Shit. Fuck! You're so fucking good, y/n. Cum on my cock, baby. All over me, cum."

You couldn't breathe. You were so full. He took up the space where every void resided in you. You finally felt something other than being put on pause. The world moved, and you wanted to move with it. You wanted to move with him.

The dam is cracking.

He looked at you with new wonder as the tears ran down the sides of your face.

"Are you ok, y/n?" He asked.

"I'm so, so good right now. You can stop asking me that." You half laughed/half sobbed.

"Y/n. My girl, I will never stop asking you that."

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Thank you – Sarah

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A White Rose 🍃🤍 Part 1/3(Maybe?)

A drunk man speaks a sober man's heart...Sanemi promised himself that he'll never get attached to anyone again. He's lost his mother, lost his siblings,he lost his friends. His only living brother is somewhere out there. He'll never love someone again.

But that promise vanished in thin air as soon as he met you. How could he not like you? You were...perfect. It's a cold evening, you walked down a small path that led to the well. You hummed a small tune, slightly swinging the bucket in your hands. "(Name)?....are you there?..." You stop, hearing a dry voice call out your name. You turn around as your eyes meet miserable lilac ones. Sanemi. You smile and walk over to him, it's been awhile since you say him, you have so much to talk about like how yesterday you- ......had he been crying? A small tear slips from his eye before disappearing as he hastily wipes it away. "Sanemi...." You start off. What happened, is he alright? A frail voice interrupts your thoughts."I'm sorry...I just..well i...-he takes a breath- can we head inside...sorry" You pause before dropping your bucket down and grabbing his hands gently, as if he was frail glass. You speak up."Of course Nemi...let's head inside and get you a cup of tea and ohagi yeah?" You lead him inside and gently set him down on the couch. You look over to him while heading to the kitchen. "I'll bring some tea and ohagi, I'll be right back Nemi" You say as you leave the room. He nods, sighing softly as he looks around the room to distract himself.You soon back with a tray with two cups of tea and a plate filled with many ohagi. You even had some hard candy in your pockets. You had him a cup as he whispers a small thanks. You take a seat beside him with your own cup. You notice his features.

His wild lilac eyes, now merely sad purple. His cheeks seemed sort of flushed. Was he drinking?...."I can tell you.. aren't yourself today, do you wanna..talk about it?" You speak up after some calm silence between you two. He looks at you softly, his eyes still a bit hazy fog earlier, he nods a bit. "That would be nice I guess ...it's not a big deal though, I'm just weak for crying" You frown a bit hearing his words. "Sanemi, crying doesn't make you weak and whatever it is that made you cry shouldn't be considered not a big deal."He takes a sip and sighs before looking at you. "Well...today uh.." You nod. He takes a breath before speaking."Today's date... isn't a date I'd like to remember...but I do. This very day....years ago, everything fell apart. I lost everything I loved back then. I lost my siblings and mother. Even lost Genya, my only living brother yet I still pushed him away" You watch him with a sad expression on your face. He continued. "My mother became a demon..and killed my siblings..so I had no choice but kill her. My ma...There isn't a day that I don't wish that everything could change. That my ma and siblings were alive and well, and still with me...." He hastily wipes a few tears with his hands "I'm sorry...-he lets out a single dry laugh before sighing- you must think im a baby or something..." You shake your head. "That's not true...in fact I think you're very strong for telling me...thank you Nemi. I understand how you regret what happened, but if isn't your fault. You were a kid, what could you do? Understand your past and then let go of it Sanemi...it isn't over. Genya is still with you right? Fix things with him...before you loose him too, trust me it'll be worth it, give him a chance."He smiles and nods before hugging you softly "Thank you...(Name)...thank you so much..." He wipes his tears softly while you pat his back in a comforting way.

"Would you like more ohagi Nemi? I know how much you love it" You smile sweetly. He nods "Yeah.. that will be nice..thank you (Name) Maybe we can..read that book of yours. The one you told me about endless" "Really Nemi? How sweet of you! Of course we can read together!" He smiles back at you. Oh how pretty he looked. He should smile more...

Taisho Secrets:-Despite Sanemi eating tons of ohagi, he made sure you also had some and even scolded you for giving him so much....while still eating it. He also enjoyed the book and was probably thinking about going to the library the next day for a copy.

That's all folks! I was originally making this just a one shot but maybe....in the future I can make a part two...depends! Anyways hope you enjoyed!

-Daizzypop 💫💫💫

#sanemi x reader #Sanemi angst #angst #fluff at the end #Congrats you're a therapist

[cutecatlov3r]

my character ai bots:

bnha-

dabi: toxic bf , mafia au

denki kaminari: your a milf

eijiro kirishima: dying his hair

hanta sero: shotgunning w him

katsuki bakugou: he smells good , mean ass soulmate , ghostface katsuki , rivals to lovers , he’s bad w feelings , your pro hero fiancé , if you die so do i , girl dad

izuku midoriya: corrupting the religious boy

jjk-

gojo satoru: can’t get enough of him , vampire au , wardrobe malfunction , your affair , he’s annoying , his eyes r funny looking

geto suguru: dad’s best friend

nanami kento: healing your daddy issues

yu haibara: he’s gone , he’s sick , he admires his upperclassmen

yuji itadori: your parents hate him , best boyfriend , dorky best friend , he’s delulu , captain of the football team , gossiping w him , older brother’s best friend , you have a bf already but he loves you , your his mentor , shibuya arc

megumi fushiguro: step brother

yuta okkotsu: your a fan , welcoming the new boy , he likes when you pull his hair , he chose geto’s side that day , your best friend

haikyuu-

atsumu miya: your annoying neighbor , he’s drunk

iwaizumi hajime: scolding you after your ex did you dirty

kei tsukishima: he hates you(?)

kotaro bokuto: he’s spiderman , your his fan , emo mode

kenma kozume: streaming wars , cat hybrid , he hates you , he hates brats

hinata shoyo: healing your issues , he got sick , u get ur head hit w a ball

tetsuro kuroo: studying w him

koshi sugawara: he’s your son’s teacher , your coworker , he’s jealous

keiji akaashi: he loves feeding you , the pretty setter

yuu nishinoya: he’s drunk

demon slayer-

sanemi shinazugawa: training w him , your roommate

aot-

eren jeager: smoking weed w him

blue lock-

nagi seishiro: coke head

bachira meguru: you’re his therapist , pervert bachira

death note-

touta matsuda: he has a little crush , admiring his boss

csm-

denji: blood lust , walking home w him , mommy issues

sk8-

reki kyan: he’s a zombie

fairytail:

natsu dragneel: mating season

nanatsu no taizai [seven deadly sins]:

arthur pendragon: your his servant , you saved him , he saved you , your his holy knight

hxh:

kurapika kurta: your loyal to him , it’s only you and him

killua zoldyck: he’s your little brother

the disastrous life of saiki k:

kusuo saiki: he’s self aware , your ordinary

if you have any recommendations on more bots I can do lmk ! i’ll be adding a bunch more :x

#bnha smut #bnha thirst #mha smut #bllk smut #blue lock smut #jjk smut #dabi smut #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #haikyuu smut #character ai #character ai bot #fairytail #attack on titan #death note #csm #bachira meguru #kenma smut #hq kenma #eren yeager #eren jaeger #dabi todoroki #demon slayer #demon slayer smut #cai #hxh #the disastrous life of saiki k.

[meowzfordayz]

hashira find out that you self harm

Author’s Note: as always, pls heed CW (content warnings). These were not written purely for comfort, but also w/ ~realistic reactions in mind, so while they def lean toward comfort, there’s a certain lvl of inherent discomfort and pain in them as well. 🖤

hashira find out that you self harm

Hashira x Reader

Word Count: ~1,900

CW: depression, explicit language, implied self harm, traumatic references

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Can I request kny x reader, (sanemi, michikatsu, genya, giyu, & rengoku)

of an s/o who sh & feels very s*icidal

tough times yk?

Emergency Request Fulfilled: A request, idk if this is gonna seem insensitive, but could you write the hashiras reactions if they found out the reader sh? I have been struggling with these things lately and would like to see something like that, but if you feel uncomfortable with it then you don't have to do this.

Emergency Request Fulfilled: I ended up breaking my streak of not sh-ing last night and I feel awful again. I was wondering if you could do a rengoku x Reader with that kind of subject material as a sort of pick me up. Sorry for bothering you like this it’s just I feel not so good rn and you’re someone who provides me comfort with your writing

kamaboko find out that you self harm

~faqs~

When they find out that you self harm…

… Gyomei doesn’t know what to say. His immediate reaction is to feel incredibly protective, but his gut tells him overreacting could push you even further away. “Oh.” A single word exhaled quietly from his mouth, and you feel yourself unraveling. “I-” Quickly, he collects himself. “Don’t apologize to me,” he asserts gently, “Thank you for telling me.” “You aren’t mad?” you ask shakily. “I’m confused,” he answers softly, “I want to protect you, but I’m unfamiliar with protecting someone from themselves.” Your heart twinges at his admittance as his arms wrap steadily around you, his palms pressed clammy and flat against your back, his embrace soothing even as his frown deepens.

… Obanai is furious. With himself, of course. A silent, dreadful anger that sticks to his spine, no matter how much he twists, turns, and talks with himself. He throws himself into research, a whirlwind of educating himself as best and as quickly as possible, all the while maintaining a light hearted, gentle facade whenever you’re beside him. “Are you okay?” you’ll ask sometimes, his sporadic urgency noticeable, “Something bothering you?” And he knows confessing his frustration won’t solve anything; guilting you or making you regret sharing yourself with him is the last thing he wants. So he shrugs, shooting you a lazy, intimate smile, suddenly grateful for how he can make his eyes twinkle above his mask, truthful grimace covered, “Just missing you.” “But I’m right here!” you exclaim, nudging him happily. “I know,” he mutters softly I know.

… Mitsuri cries. She doesn’t mean to. She doesn’t mean to make you comfort her. She doesn’t mean to make you apologize over and over until you’re both bawling, clinging to each other as though squeezing tightly enough might make your truth dissipate. But she does. She cries in your arms as you cry in hers, disbelief and sorrow rippling through her body. “I-I’m s-sorry,” you repeat, voice strained, unable to catch your breath as you gasp between sobs. “M-me t-too,” she whimpers lowly Me too. She’ll put herself back together later, determination to love you as hard and as fiercely as ever gradually overcoming her initial shock and dismay, even as part of her heart remains forever changed — forever afraid of losing you… to yourself.

… Shinobu struggles to maintain a boundary between being your partner and being your therapist. She’s not professionally trained in psychiatry, but she’s obviously knowledgeable when it comes to physical healing, sooo why not mental healing? That’s not how it works she often has to silently remind herself, seconds away from responding to your spiraling as though you’re in a therapy session together. Deep down, she knows all she can do is be there for you as she is. Not as she wishes she could be. Not as she feels she should be. But as she is. Am I enough? she wonders as she listens to your labored breathing, feeling you twitch beside her in your sleep I sure hope so she sighs, pressing light fingers to your overheated cheek, smiling faintly as your breaths gradually slow I really hope so.

… Kyojuro is distraught, but does his best to conceal it. For your sake. His sake. He isn’t really sure, actually. All he knows is he’s watching you fall to pieces in slow motion, and somehow, he still isn’t quite fast enough to catch all of you. Some days are easier than others. Those other days? He can barely bring himself to touch you.

“Kyo,” you sigh, fixing an even stare on his unnervingly neutral gaze, sorely missing his usual eagerness, “What’s going on?”

He promptly brightens, stepping forward to press a light kiss on your forehead, “Nothing is going on.”

Then why won’t you comfort me?

Wordlessly, you slip your arms around his waist, relieved when he accepts your embrace, confused that, “Then why don’t you hold me anymore?”

He frowns at that, head tilting, “I am holding you right now.”

With a snort, you mutter quietly, “No, Kyo, I’m holding you. It’s like you suddenly need my permission to-” interrupting yourself as realization hits, “Kyo.”

He blinks, feeling thoroughly ~caught, yet unsure what act you’ve caught him in.

“Yes, my love?”

“You don’t have to be scared of me!” you exclaim, bittersweet laughter rumbling in your chest, “I know I…” trailing off awkwardly, “I know I’m not okay, and I know you worry, but keeping yourself from me doesn’t help, solve, or ease, well, anything!”

“Are you certain?” he murmurs, dreadful despair leaking into his gut again, “I… do not know how to navigate this.”

Squeezing his hips, you glare fondly at him, “I know I’m not okay, and I know it pains you to hear me say that. I also know it pains both of us when you distance yourself. You don’t have to let me go. You aren’t the problem.”

But he nearly exclaims But I can’t save you!

“I don’t need saving,” you whisper instead, reading his perceived failure in the tremor of his fingers tracing up and down your spine, “I just want you to love me.”

I do he swallows thickly I love you so much.

… Sanemi leaves midway through your quiet, shaky explanation, fingernails nearly breaking the skin of his palms, mouth a thin line, lavender eyes too narrowed to discern the pain pulsing through his glare. You listen to the front door open, expecting a resounding bam, mystified when a nearly silent push of air signals his departure. Shit. You know then that he isn’t pissed. At least, he isn’t pissed at you. Which, really, would be easier to handle than the slow dripping tears glistening on his cheeks, clinging to his eyelashes; would be easier to handle than reading the single text he sends you I love you, don’t wait up; would be easier to handle than waking to the feel of him tracing hearts across your skin, bed warmer with his body, mattress dipping you toward him. “I’m sorry I left,” he whispers, somehow knowing you’re awake before you’ve even fully processed consciousness yourself, “I won’t do it again.” You mumble something incoherent in response, catching his hand with yours, pressing a sleepy kiss to his knuckles. “Fuck,” he hisses sharply, sob lodged in his throat, “You’re everything to me,” lifting your knuckles to his lips, returning your gesture Everything.

… Muichiro doesn’t understand why, but he does notice its consequences. He notices the tiredness glinting in your eyes, even though you’ve just woken up. He notices the slowness in your movements, even as you’re expressing excitement. He notices the harshness of your voice when you’re having a particularly difficult day, though he doesn’t understand why it’s particularly difficult. He voices his disconnect, curled up beside you on the couch, hands wrapped coolly around yours, apologetic and upfront. “I can tell when you’re in pain,” he says gently, “But I don’t understand the desire to then create more pain.” Shaking his head as you open your mouth to explain, he smiles softly, “I know it hurts to try and help me understand, and I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” brow furrowing as he sighs quietly, “That’s just it, I guess. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. I don’t understand.” You know he means well, you know he isn’t upset, but it doesn’t get easier listening to him navigate your pain. “I love you,” you offer, leaning over to peck his cheek. He sighs again, soaking in your warmth, unable to identify the tight numbness in his chest, “And I love you.”

… Giyuu nods, thoughts racing even as silence settles between your anxious stare and his unblinking expression.

“Giyuu?” you tentatively prompt him, “This… this wasn’t easy for… for me to tell you.” 

Like an unpaused movie, he blinks into action, reaching for your waist even as he watches for the slightest hint of discomfort from you, ready to divert his movement if need be. You crumble into his touch, leaning heavy and exhausted against his chest, melting into the smooth reassurance of his hands splayed across your lower back.

“I know,” he murmurs lowly, eyes closed, “Thank you for trusting me,” resisting the urge to pull away, cup your face, and press his forehead firmly to yours, involuntary tears pricking the corners of his eyes, “Thank you for…” his voice fades, knowing he’d crumble en suite if he continued, desperate to remain steady for your wavering breaths.

“For what?” you choke out, “Giyuu.”

Thank you for staying he thinks somberly Thank you for loving me.

“Thank you for choosing me,” he finally whispers, “And thank you for letting me choose you.”

You laugh roughly, sound mangled in his shirt, “I’m a mess.”

He doesn’t deny your statement, instead pulling you closer, his heartbeat loud and promising, tears falling freely now. And that’s okay he wishes he could say Two messes are better than one he wishes he could quip How do I fix this? his fear stutters on repeat What do I do? underlying his tenderness, knowing all too well that he has only questions, and no way of answering them.

… Tengen takes it unexpectedly well. He listens patiently, nods at appropriate moments, and gently interjects with the occasional question, all the while kneading your thighs as you sit on his lap, watching you with a careful, encouraging warmth.

“You’re amazing,” he declares softly, “Not to belittle your pain, of course,” sadness simmering just below his faint smile, “But I want you to know that, after everything you’ve told me, my first thought is how incredible you are.”

You shrug, unsure how to accept his compliments, stripped bare as you glance downward, eyes closing.

“Hey,” he murmurs, familiar hand cupping your chin, “I know I can’t make you believe anything I say,” bittersweet sigh grazing your skin, “But I can at least share my own beliefs. I can at least share my own perception of you. I can love you.”

Your nose scrunches, eyes opening to meet his honest stare, swallowing your breath with a shudder.

“I’m here. Whatever you want to tell me, whatever I need to know,” voice thickening, “I’m not going anywhere. If you need me to be firm, I can be firm. If you need me to be quiet, I can bite my tongue. I’m your lover, your partner, and a resource.”

So let me fulfill all of those roles for you. Let me love you. Let me walk beside you. Let me taste your burdens as you’ve stomached mine.

“You don’t have to be responsible for me,” you chuckle weakly, attempting to ease the tension, “I don’t tell you things to make you carry them for me.”

“But I would,” he speaks steadily, “I know you wouldn’t ever ask me to,” maroon gaze dark, “But I would.”

He doesn’t mean to be overbearing, but he doesn’t know how else to convey the fragility in his heart; its overwhelming swell of aching and anger — the stark hopelessness of knowing he can only watch. Of knowing he can only listen. Of knowing he can only handle as much as you’re willing to give him.

#preferences #modern au #himejima gyomei #gyomei x reader #iguro obanai #obanai x reader #kanroji mitsuri #mitsuri x reader #kocho shinobu #shinobu x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #tokito muichiro #muichiro x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #uzui tengen #tengen x reader

[magnolix]

kimetsu no yaiba | tengen x y/n

tw: MDNI!, smut, nudity, cursing, lots of bullet points, Tengen is a bit of an ass, afab! reader, hashira!reader, fluff to smut, mentions of trauma

prompt: Why is the idea of getting in a fight with Tengen when first meeting him so cute to me??😅💚💚

synopsis: I got inspired by my first comment so here's how I think the rest of Tengen and y/n's first meeting would have gone. (PS, I've never done smut before)

when you first joined, you were known for your beautiful h/c and graceful fighting style

everyone who had survived final selection with you all let you have your first choice of ore as well

you were like a big sister

months then went by as you went on mission after mission

you decorated your crow with a tiny little vest

his name was Atsushi, it meant "cordial one"

eventually, after 3 years, you made it to the top of the ranks

you're now the wisteria pillar

your breathing style (wisteria breathing) comes from the wind breathing style

this has its perks as demons don't bother you as much

but it's been difficult getting to your rank because it's hard to track down demons

when you finally became a pillar you had enough trauma to put a therapist into retirement, however, the pay is what made you go to your first meeting

"My children, as you know we have a new member joining your ranks. I would like you to meet Y/n L/n, the Wisteria Hashira."

You could hear Sanemi groan as you received your introduction. As the master went on, you couldn't help but feel a pair of beautiful fuchsia eyes on you. You looked over but the culprit had turned their head too fast. Strange, you thought, I wonder who it was.

By the time the meeting finished, you were already plotting ways of explaining to the master how you could leave, however, a tall glass of water had stepped into your way.

"So, you're L/n, huh?" He said almost as if he were superior to you. "No, I'm the sun goddess." You shot back making him raise his eyebrows. "You should know better than to talk back to me, I've been here longer-" You snapped and drew your katana, however, he was faster.

Your katana was a beautiful mix of matte black and purple with a hilt looking similar to an open lotus. His was two giant swords with large half-circle holes towards the hilt which were currently being used to hold your sword in place.

His grin spread wide across his lips, he looked like a crazed lion. His deep Fushia eyes burned brightly as you two struggled for a sense of silent dominance. He almost looked like he was getting turned on.

Eventually, Sanemi and Gyomei came by and broke you two apart. Tengen walked off with the boys as you walked off on your own. You made your way to the kakushi who directed you to the master's onsen.

The night air was crisp and helped you relax after your confrontation with your future coworker. And with nothing else to do till tomorrow, you took your sweet damn time in the springs. That was until you heard heavy, wet footsteps make their way over to you.

"What's this? The little wisteria hashira all on her own? That's dangerous you know." Tengen said in a playful tone as you heard him drop his towel. "Mind if I join you?"

"Might as well." You said as you scooted over for him to step in. Instead, you saw his shadow leap up before he jumped into the onsen. A wave of hot water washed over you getting your h/c all wet. It stuck to your body and agitated you as you tried to push it away.

You felt the sound pillar's eyes land on you again. The water wasn't the clearest thing in the world, but it was definitely able to display your features to him. You could almost hear him growl from the other side of the baths.

You knew you shouldn't have, you probably should have just gotten out and left, but part of you wanted to test your luck.

You lifted up your arms in order to fix your hair into a bun, along the way, giving him a full view of your bare chest. The way your breasts bounced in circles as you worked with your hair made his eyes bludge. And then you turned around to grab your towel. Your back and anything below looked like heaven to the sound hashira.

You kept your back to him for a little longer and you properly dried your hair. As you did, you could hear him get up and make his way over to you, you could feel him press his hips into your ass, he was hard as a rock. His musk along with the night air cascaded down your back making you shiver and let out a shaky breath.

You could feel his hands place themselves on your hips as you heard him whisper something into your ear, you nodded and suddenly you felt him rocking you. Grinding into your behind as he spoke of sweet nothings and made you even wetter down there.

"Such a minx," he cooed "you should know better than to show off like that..." He kissed your neck and squeezed his waist as he continued to grind into you. Eventually, he lifted you up and sat you on his lap as he submerged himself halfway back into the water.

You squeezed your thighs against his own hips and somehow had the courage to buck into him. That was a mistake. He stopped grinding and took your chin into his hand and squeezed.

"No no no, little flower, not until I say so." You whined as he used his hand to stroke your pretty little face. And as your cunt continued to grow wetter and wetter, you put your hands on his chest and looked at him submissively. You could tell you had gotten to him as you felt his shaft prod against your bare folds.

"Does little flower want daddy to fuck her? Hmm?" He asked like a master would to a puppy. You nodded as he gently grasped you by the hips and lowered you onto his cock.

You were tight. Oh so tight around him, and both of you knew it. He gritted his teeth as you adjusted to his giant size. He felt incredible, he felt like a god.

You moaned into the night as slowly he started to move you up and down his length effortlessly with just his hands. You attempted to cling onto his chest but instead wrapped your arms around his neck.

You felt his pace quicken as you two enjoyed each other's movements. Occasionally, he would bump his leg making you go even further down his member. You cried out making his smirk.

"Are you getting close, little flower?" "Y-yes-"

You could feel your insides getting tighter and tighter as your body started to fail. You threw your head back and squeezed your eyes shut as you felt your stomach burn.

"Cum for me, flower~" You heard him say as a second later something warm swirled around in her belly. It felt amazing. You laid your head against his wide chest and caught your breath as he gently rubbed your back and told you how amazing it was.

"Such a good girl for me." "So pretty." "You were wonderful." "The sounds you made were gorgeous."

As you finally caught up with yourself, the two of you eventually got out of the bath and made your way to the room you were staying in for the night. Before you closed the door, Tengen took your hand, kissed it, and gently licked one of your knuckles.

"See you tomorrow, little flower~"

#tengen uzui #tengen x y/n #tengen x reader #sound hashira #afab!reader #tengen headcanons #y/n headcannons #kny fluff #kny headcanons #kny tengen #kny tengen uzui #kny y/n #kimestu no yaiba #demon slayer #smut #fluff and smut #fluff #fluff to smut #tengen uzui smut #tengen smut #kny smut

[serxinns]

srry but uhm if you ever think of doing demon slayer.

I was wondering if you could do Yandere Hashira (Any you want or even multiple) with a reader that had trauma and stuff and drama just kind of happens

You don’t have to do it now but if you think of doing this I was wondering if you could.

Srry if I shouldn’t had asked this, but ur actually a really big inspiration for me and i kind of want to see what you have in mind so I can kind of use it for inspiration for my next Yandere demon slayer

Love you 🫰

Ykw?.. I'm try it out see how it goes and make a demon slayer fic since I know a good amount of it and is a fan so why not? :) (can't believe this is gonna be my 1st demon slayer fic!)

And im gonna pick.....yandere hashiras! (and prob yandere hashira mentions!)

They would be absolutely worried group panicking! for context you were the person who was never sad or angry, whenever something sad happen to you or to anyone else you'll cheered them up by making little jokes here and there if not in the mood would comfort thrnnand sing happy song and encouraging them to keep going they all loved and cherish you! So seeing you in a state like this would make them panic

Mitsuri dramatically cried wondering why her sweet darling was down lately you reassured her that you were ok but she could see the misery and hurt in your eyes! Obanai desperately tried to calm down and comfort her while also making excuses as in You weren't feeling the best or You probably had a rough time,

Gyomei would be the best of comforting he would hold you in his arms and rub your head or if you don't like physical attention he'll be your number one therapist trying to ask questions that doesn't cross your boundaries or would try and make a funny joke to cheer you up

Sanemi awkwardly tried to comfort you patting you on the back or rubbing your head while trying to compliment and encourage you in his own way while Genya would insult you and encourage you in a way..either way it was working a bit

Shinobu would probably take you to a butterfly garden where you can see all the pretty butterflies and flowers and tell you facts about every one of them she even invites you to go to the butterfly mansion with her so you can be pampered by her siblings and the triplets!

#yandere demon slayer #Yandere hashiras #yandere gyomei #Yandere Sanemi #yandere shinobu #yandere Murchiro #yandere kny #hurt and comfort #yandere mitsuri

[tokito-dulya20]

what the hashira think of ilona and what ilona thinks of the hashira

(also drew ilona in kny manga style)

what the hashira think of ilona:

Gyomei- "She is a kind, young soul and I do respect her. As she has worked hard to be at her level now. She is smart and quick to think on her feet when there is trouble. She is a nice person despite her age."

Tengen- "That half-demon hashira? I heard she's a strong girl but her appearance is what gets me.. I mean who wouldn't wanna spend all day admiring her skills. It's very impressive."

Giyuu- "She's a sweet person. She's kind and has a good smile. A little too naive."

Obanai- "Ilona? The only thing I think of her is that she is the strangest hashira. I don't know how she even passed the Final Selection with her skills. I thought Shinobu Kocho was the strangest out of the hashira. She's way too quiet. Ilona might be strong, but there's something strange about her."

Sanemi- "She's a strong and competent individual. Although she is quiet, her presence is comforting."

Kyojuro- "She is kind and gentle but can become fierce if she ever has to protect someone. An extraordinary hashira with a lot of potential. "

Mitsuri- "She is a strong girl. She may come off as shy, but she is a very sweet soul. The fact that she is a hashira is already astonishing. Also I am really impressed by her strength. Her cold side is a bit scary, but I have to admit, she looks adorable!! Her eyes are very sparkly!!

Shinobu- "I think she's a good person, but I'm quite suspicious of her because she always calm. Despite her shy demeanor, she is quite reliable since I trained her little sister I never knew she had."

Muichiro- "She's like a snow leopard. Considering her abilities, she can move quickly and quietly as far as I know. She can adapt to a variety of situations like a predator to its prey."

what ilona thinks of the hashira:

Ilona (Gyomei)- "Gyomei is like a father figure to me, despite him being blind. I'm half deaf and I would understand that."

Ilona (Tengen)- "I hate that dumb bitch. i remember one time he called me "babygirl" when he gave me a tissue for my nosebleed. Every time I hear him call me that, I wanna just beat his ass and curse him out in Ukrainian"

Ilona (Giyuu)- "I would say he's like my older brother, David. He keeps to himself. But I would be Giyuu's therapist friend if he needs anything."

Ilona (Obanai)- "I feel like he looks like someone who committed a crime with no remorse with that look on his face. But he his a chill guy in general.

Ilona (Sanemi)- "The non-eyebrowed bitch... I would feel like I wanna burn his house, but his little brother Genya is a nice person but I would respect Sanemi despite him acting so bitchy."

Ilona (Kyojuro)- "He is loud. When I heard he was basically deaf, I decided to feel sympathetic since I was deaf when I was 4 years old. So I understand what he's going through."

Ilona (Mitsuri)- "She's like someone who has ADHD. A very hyper personality when she rants about Obanai. But I love how her hair looks unique."

Ilona (Shinobu)- "She is like my oldest sister, Irina. My sister knows about medical stuff. She is a good doctor not gonna lie. Shinobu is a nice woman despite the one time I think she was younger than me because she is short. Don't worry I'm shorter than my 2 younger siblings."

Ilona (Muichiro)- "To be honest, I love that guy. He might have memory loss but I would say the same thing for myself since I have anxiety and I forget within anything within a few seconds."

#demon slayer #ilona talks #kny oc #kny oc i guess

[spkyart]

Thanks like look Sanemi is justified to be hurt and angry over being called a murderer but he shouldn't have treated Genya like that. He has every right to be a bit standoffish but he shouldn't immediately have said he had no brother and try to blind the poor guy. Even if he regenerated still

Sanemi was never angry at Genya for calling him a murderer! Poor kid was so traumatized, he was clearly not listening a word Genya was saying to him. Idk if you readed the light novels, but there Is a story on how Sanemi became an hashira and there explains how he never stopped thinking about his Little Brother and how he Is puts his happiness and safety First, ready to fight to death to protect him. I think he Just really wanted genya not risk his Life Daily in the corps, thats why he tries to push him away in the worst way possible

Also the fanbook explain that After running away, he took all the wrong paths possible before ubuyashiki saved his butt. And he comes from a violent household, so his anger issues kinda make Sense (even if i think he should stop being a lil bitch to his Brother)

Life never was Fair or Easy on him, he Need a therapist more than everyone

#genya shinazugawa #sanemi shinazugawa #demon slayer #kny #I HOPE THEY ANIMATED ALL THE FAN BOOKS IN THE NEXT SEASON BC THEY GIVE OUR BELOVED CHARACTERS SOULS

[ladymiraclewings]

Genya: It's family moments like these I will never forget.

Sanemi: With a good therapists, hopefully I will.

#demon slayer #demon slayer incorrect quotes #kimetsu no yaiba #incorrect quotes #genya shinazugawa #genya #sanemi shinaguzawa #source: tumblr

[frosty-lycanthropy]

MY PERSONAL HEADCANONS FOR THE HASHIRA (Original 9 AKA No Ocs):

Kyojuro: Due to his eating habits, he has a muscular dad bod. This also makes his belly a great pillow in a pinch if you’re traveling with him.

Gyomei: Will oftentimes lead Yoga Classes. The Two Female Hashira (as well as the Butterfly girls and Obanai) attend every class.

Obanai: Only reason why he likes to be in trees is so Kaburamaru can look out. She likes to feel tall.

Muichiro: Is Actually hilarious when he’s not trying to be. He is often referred to by the other Hashira as “The Meme Lord”

Sanemi: The Best Breakdancer of the Pack… Especially when he needs to create a diversion

Shinobu: Practices Witchcraft in her spare time. Its relaxing for her. She even has a Butterfly Familiar that visits her. She named her Sakura.

Mitsuri: Asks Shinobu to grow catnip for her cats. In exchange, she acts as a therapist for her. Best shoulder to cry on

Tengen: Is great at singing. Like a little too good. He teaches people how to sing when requested and will Harmonize with you if he finds you Singing

Giyuu: Is pretty good with a Guitar or a flute. He hides his talent though in fear that Shinobu will make fun of him for it

ALL: Whenever the weather is nice and they’re all at Headquarters together, The Hashira will have a Bonfire. This is when they tend to show these true colors or just talk about life… or throw Marshmallows at each other. Whatever they feel like

[sunshineman2-0]

Art Teacher! Reader x Math Teacher! Sanemi Shinazugawa (x Science Teacher!Kyojuro Rengoku)

Reader is black female

Modern AU

Tw:Kyojuro being a villain, Sanemi feeling bad, Obanai being a therapist, Tengen being actually decent, mentions of alcohol, drunk characters, drunk reader, drunk Kyojuro, a lil spice sprinkled in, a lil violence at the end

Part 1^

Chapter 4: Under the Influence (not drugs but alcohol, also this song is suggested for the club part...)

Kyojuro had kept a close eye on you, looking for any opportunities to speak with you. Even walking you to your car at the end of the school day. But he kept a closer eye on Sanemi. He started to become out of character, using the other male's usual slip ups, to make Sanemi look bad in front of you. Such as, Shinazugawa's interactions with the students, or with other teachers.

One incident involved Tanjiro and the Math teacher.

"Truancy is a offense, Kamado. I dont care if your parents bakery needed a little bit of extra help this morning! Im gonna hand you a fucking detention! Now! Get YOUR ASS TO CLASS!"

You were standing outside of the teacher's lounge. Starting to walk over, Kyojuro beat you to it. He moved to Sanemi's side, patting the male on the shoulder,

"A bit much, my friend?"

Kyojuro turned to Tanjiro, smiling gently,

"Go ahead, I'll excuse it just this once. Be sure to be in time, ok?"

Tanjiro gave his thanks and rushed to class, holding the pass Kyojuro given to him. You finally walked up to them, crossing your arms.

"I didn't think you'd allow that, Kyojuro. Sanemi, you should work on talking to the children... Its worrisome that you still yell at them..."

You gave Kyojuro an approving smile and walked back to your classroom.

"You think your fucking slick, don't you Rengoku?"

Kyojuro turned his attention back towards Sanemi.

"Slick? Is that what you think of me? I'd never-"

"Dont bullshit me. I know, I know, that you like her too."

Kyojuro fixed the other man with a smile, one that spoke an open challenge,

"Well perhaps you could try to quell yourself. But I'm glad you know that I do have feelings for her. All I ask is that you try, if you'd like. I wouldn't take you for one to run aways from a challenge of any kind."

Kyojuro's smile dropped, and he fixed Sanemi with a look,

"I intend on winning her over, in any way I can."

Plastering his usual smile, Kyojuro walked back to his classroom, asking his students for forgiveness and starting back up his lesson. Hopefully, things go as he intended, and he'd win over you and your affections.

~~~~~

Sanemi had been in a foul mood, all damn day. And it was thanks to Kyojuro Rengoku. The bastard had the audacity to openly challenge him. Sanemi rubbed his forehead, that explains the whole past two weeks then... The random ass pop-ups whenever she happened to be around... Especially when it came to the students. It was frustrating... There was few things that Sanemi actually had to himself, and you he considered one of them...

"Whats the matter?"

He looked up and Obanai was standing next to his desk. Sanemi shook his head, sighing. Not wanting to get into what was actually wrong. He waved a hand, and looked back at the papers on his desk,

"I thought you had a date?"

It was the weekend. And weekends ment two things:

couples would go out Friday nights, and spend Saturday together.

Teachers spent that time trying to catch up with grading

"If you could call doing work a date... but no she canceled, we all are going for drinks. I wanted to see if you'd join..."

Obanai scoffed, situating himself into a students desk and looked at his friend.

"Yeah... I think ill-"

"Whats bothering you? I'm not gonna ask again."

That was his only warning, nodding and leaning back in his chair, Sanemi gave in and started to vent,

"Its Kyojuro. He likes (Y/N) too. And he's doing everything in his power to make me look like a dickhead! An-"

"You are a dickhead. I dont see what's bothering you about it. If it wasn't him, it would have been someone else. Hell, Tengen might have tried to jump the poor woman, if no one showed interest. Tell me about what happened a couple days ago. I saw you and her talking on the other side of the lunch room. You actually looked a bit comfortable talking to her."

Sanemi smiled at the thought. The more chances he got to be around you, the more he was determined to win you over.

💨💨💨💨💨

This lunch block, you and Sanemi finally shared, to his relief, Obanai and Mitsuri were chaperones on the opposite side of the cafeteria. It was his chance to learn a bit about you. Anything at this point, aside from you enjoying well made sandwiches from a local bakery in the area.

"So what do you do besides teach?"

He inwardly cringed, waiting for your answer.

"Ah well aside from drawing I like to cook. And bake... hummm Oh! And I enjoy video games. And the occasional walk for my dog, but he's got a pretty decent sized yard to run around in."

"You've got a dog? I picked you for someone to have a fish or a bird.... something weird like that."

You giggled, gods.... it sounded like what he assumed heavens gates would sound like when you walked through them... That made him perk up a bit, turning his full attention on you.

"Yes." You breathed, "I have a dog. He's a pit bull."

That made him scoot a bit closer to you.

"I've got a pit too. He's really sweet. Genya's got some kinda mutt... We really haven't checked, but she's sweet too."

You beamed at him, and Sanemi let himself smile back at you. For the next few minutes you both spoke eagerly about your dogs. Finally exchanging numbers, and making plans for a play-date for the dogs.

~~~~~~~

"We have a play-date...."

While Sanmei smiled at the thought, Obanai made a face and almost smacked his friend.

"A play-date? Yall ain't fuckin 12 man. Wh-"

"Our dogs! We got a play-date set up for our dogs, asshole!"

He frowned at Obanai, who nodded with understanding. Then he stood up, walking to the door,

"You aughta invite her out. Seeing as your coming with tonight... I think she's still in her class room."

Taking that as a clear sign to act, Sanemi followed Obanai out, making a bee-line for your classroom. To his displeasure, he heard Kyojuro's voice coming from there. The idiot was laughing loudly. Sanemi crossed the threshold, glaring at Kyojuro's back, who had his arms wrapped around you. Something about how he had to break up a fight his first day on the job, and the way he held you, was how he grabbed the student who clocked him.

Sanemi cleared his throat, and Kyojuro's head snapped in his direction.

"Oh! Shinazugawa! Can we help you?"

Sanemi twitched, at the sight, you were trying to quiet your giggles. Your bright eyes lit up when you saw him, and you pulled yourself away from Kyojuro. The fire haired man frowned abit, but quickly recovered.

"Hello Sanemi! Is something wrong?"

You looked at him and made your way to stand in front of him. He crossed his arms,

"I was wondering if you'd join me and some of the others for drinks. You don't have to actually drink alcohol, but it'd be nice for you to come with..."

He huffed, and took a glance at Kyojuro.

"Sure! Kyojuro had asked me earlier, so I think it's fine. Right Kyojuro?"

You turned to look at him, and the idiot have you a smile, nodding. Sanemi smiled, he could tell that it was eating at Kyojuro that Sanemi was going along. Given he usually would pass such things up, unless Mitsuri didn't join Obanai, who liked to drink. Sanemi nodded, giving Kyojuro a smile,

"Good we'd best to get moving then. Everyone is starting to leave."

You turned to Kyojuro,

"Are you still ok with me following you? I'm not sure where we're going."

Kyojuro nodded, patting you on the back,

"Of course!"

Walking past Sanemi, Kyojuro made sure they bumped shoulders, almost knocking him to the ground.

"Oh! Forgive me! Are you alright?"

Sanemi sent a glare at Kyojuro, and straightened himself out, scoffing and taking some steps towards you.

"You mind if we ride together? I didn't drive this morning, didn't realize I was going to accept the offer to go drinking."

You gathered some papers, shoving them into your teachers desk, nodding,

"I think that'll be fine! Come on. I dont wanna get left behind!"

~~~~~~

You pulled Sanemi behind you, practically dragging him outside to your car, where Tengen, his wives (whom you had met at another outing, very friendly ladies that you got close too), Gyomei, who was kneeling, gently patting a stray cat, Obanai and Mitsuri, who were waiting by their car, and Kyojuro, whom gave you a bright smile.

"Ok! We're ready!"

Obanai started laughing, and Tengen pointed at you and Sanemi, you were still holding the man hand. Sanemi pulled away, red in the face, stalking to the passenger side of your car. You shrugged at Kyojuro, who let out a chuckle. Settling into the driver's seat, and clicking your seat belt in, you smiled at Sanemi

"Im really excited for you to meet Grizzle! He's a sweet boy, and super friendly! Are you going to let Genya come along too? I'd like to meet his puppy!"

You rambled about the dogs play-date to Sanemi.

"Yeah, I was going to ask him in the morning if he wanted to tag along. His puppy, Rika, is such a shy one, so him being there would be ok."

Everyone pulled out of the parking lot, and you followed Kyojuro's car.

"Awesome! How's he doing in his other classes? His grades are fine in mine, but I'd hate to hear that he's doing poorly in others."

You were fond of the younger Shinazugawa, that and you had a feeling that Genya was playing into whatever plan Tengen had going... Unknowingly or knowingly... Genya had a way of suggesting things, lowkey...

"Ah he's fine. Struggling a bit with English, but he'll study a bit harder, and work past it."

The pair of you spoke, as casually as possible, though you kept catching Sanemi staring at you. The man made you feel a bit uncomfortable, as he always wore this intense look on his face.... He'd look away, but would always end up staring at you again. Parking infront of the bar, you both got out and Sanemi came to your side of the car, standing ar your side.

"Do you have a tolerance?"

He pointed at the doors to enter. You nodded, and started to walk in, following some of the others. But you didn't get all the way to the doors before Suma and Hinatsuru linked their arms with yours, leaving Makio to deal with Tengen first. They usually switched through out the night, to make sure he didn't get too wild.

"Ah! (Y/N)!! You can start drinking with us! We wanna talk to you anyways! See how you're settling in!"

Suma drug you in and settled the three of you at the bar, ordering drinks right away.

"So Sanemi?"

You choked.

"Its ok! He seems a bit too angry for you though..."

Hinatsuru smirked into her glass as Suma didn't waste anytime on doing as Tengen asked, which was to be noisy as possible, you assumed.

"Ah... What about him?"

You tried to play dumb. Sure you had feelings for the man. But Kyojuro had taken some of your interest as well. The both of them had likeable qualities. Of course you could list them, but how would that be fair?

"Well, what about Kyojuro?"

Hinatsuru looked at you, setting her glass down,

"He seems to have taking a liking to you as well, right?"

Fuck you Tengen. Just fuck you.

It seemed like the man had eyes all over the damn place....

~~~~~

Smiling, Tengen looked over at the bar. Good. Two of his wives had you cornered. With any information he got he was going to help whichever friend of his had your attention the most! He felt bad about not noticing that Kyojuro had liked you sooner... Tengen looked at his drink... Then at Kyojuro, who every so often was looking in your direction. You, along with Suma and Hina, were on the dance floor.

Then Tengen took a look over at Sanemi. The male was sitting with Obanai, slouching.

"He's already a few drinks in..."

Gyomei was the unofficial babysitter for outings like this. He always made sure everyone was able to get home. And if not, his house was the designated sober home. Tengen frowned,

"If he depressed, he could have stayed home you know..."

He downed his drink, but almost spit it out, watching Kyojuro get up and make his way towards you, dancing. Perking up, Tengen silently cheered his friend on, as Kyojuro pushed another guy away from you. Sending the other male a glare, Kyojuro pulled you closer to himself.

Tengen let out a wolf-whistle, smaking Giyu on the back, causing the other to spill his drink.

"What the hell?!"

Tengen pointed at Kyojuro, who was currently grinding against you to the heavy beat that was playing. Giyu blinked at the sight,

"I didn't think he could move like that..."

Tengen smiled, and ordered another round of drinks, pushing one over to Giyu as an apology, for making him spill another one. Which was taken, with a nod. Suma and Hina made their way to the table, smugly watching you drunkenly dance on your co-worker.

"Well? Did-"

"Oh there's an interest in both of them... She's trying to still get a feel for them..."

"Looks like she's doing that right now!"

Makio laughed, pointing at you and Kyojuro. Tengen nodded, downing another drink. It seemed like the two of you were getting pretty close. Then it hit him.

"KYOJURO DOESNT ACTUALLY DRINK!!"

Shinobu laughed at Tengen's outburst. He didn't count the glasses, but where the flame headed man had sat, there were at least 4 empty glasses. A bottle service girl, was cleaning them up, getting ready to take more orders.

"Miss. How many drinks did that man have?"

Tengen was panicking, anxious to hear.

"Um. Well he drank them pretty fast... I'd say about six or seven though... which is weird, cause you guys just got here... not 10, 15 minutes ago."

Tengen jumped up, then paused, looking at his wives,

"How many drinks did you guys give (Y/N)?"

Suma blinked and then squinted her eyes. She herself drank in tandem with you at the bar... Hina gave her answer and Tengen dragged her to the dance floor.

"10 drinks?! Do you know what-"

"Tengen. She has a tolerance-"

They started to dance their way towards you and Kyojuro.

"I dont give a shit what kinda tolerance she has! Kyo has none!"

It was true, the man usually babysat a cranberry and vodka... WITH NO VODKA!

~~~~~

With no care in the world, Kyojuro kept you close to his form. Shamelessly grinding himself on your ass. His mind was fuzzy, his chest burned a bit, and you were soft.

Oh so soft...

It kept him grounded, and he didn't need to go anywhere else... In this moment, all he could feel was you. How soft your felt, how your body moves with so much synchronicity with his... The way you let him move his hands up and down your body. A hand on your hips, and the other following the curves of your body. Every so often you allowed yourself to turn to him fully, and trace your hands along his chest. Making him close his eyes, enjoying your cool touch.

Whenever you turned to press your back to him again, he couldn't help but to let his hands wander farther down. Dragging his finger tips on the inside of your thighs. With all the music playing, Kyojuro could hear you over it all. Every little gasp, made him harder. Each brush of your lips against his, made him pull you closer. Call it him being bold or him being stuck in his euphoria, but every opportunity he got, Kyojuro pressed his lips to your exposed skin.

As if he could feel daggers on him, he took a glance at the table where everyone else was sitting. Sanemi, was currently, staring those mentioned daggers at Kyojuro. As if to fuel the fire, Kyojuro spun the pair of you around. So that Sanemi had a full view of you. A full view of you dancing all over him. Not Sanemi. With a sneer, Kyojuro pulled your work skirt up just enough for Sanemi to get a good look at your soft, plush thighs. Him giving them rough squeezes, dragging his fingertips and nails all over them.

Giving the other male a long look, and a Cheshire grin, Kyojuro placed another kiss along the base of your neck. But was then pulled back, literally. Tengen's face wore a look of horror... Or was it an idiots smile? The larger man was beaming at him, saying something... It didn't really set in, as the room spun. He did feel you grab his arm again, your chest squished against it. Tengen had started pulling him back to the booth, and you were dragged along. The pair of you now broken out of your stupor, thanks to Tengen.

Now sitting at the booth, more drinks where being passed around... With everyone save, for Gyomei, being drunk. Kyojuro made sure to keep you close to him. It had been about an hour or two? In reality it had been four or five at this point. With the majority of everyone holding or pulling at someone in attempt to get out of the bar, without falling. Gyomei helped everyone into his van, being sure to be careful with lifting the ladies into the van.

~~~~~

The large man quietly drove home. Checking his rear view mirror every so often when he heard some one stirr. He was happy to be sure his friends were safe, but sometimes it was like being a mother... Which he had been called on several occasions. Gyomei turned on his radio, gentle music always played on it... Unless he let Tengen sit in the passenger seat, on one of the many adventures the group sometimes went on...

Yawning he pulled into his garage. Once he got into more comfortable clothes, and set the living room for men to sleep in. The other guest room was designated for the women. After placing blankets, pillows, medications and water all over the place, Gyomei started to lift and carry the others into his home. Tengen, who always carried his wives in, was somewhat sober and started to help.

"You shouldn't have encouraged that."

"I didn't encourage anything. Kyo did it on his own. Sanemi should take a bit more action. I can't wing man for both of them, if their after the same woman."

"Then stay out of it? It probably would be best of you kept your hands out of it... Really Uzui, I'm sure you'd like to see them both happy, and have someone to go out with your wives... But you also have to consider that it's their lives..."

Gyomei didn't like the meddling Tengen Uzui usually did. He gently laid you down, next to Mitsuri. He could see Tengen sober up, for just a moment. But then the man fixed him with a look and shrugged, walking back into the living room and face planting into the floor, next to Kyojuro.

~~~~~~

The sun shone through the windows and you whined at it. Rubbing your head, slowly sitting up. Blinking, you felt someone touch your back, patting gentle circles.

"Are you feeling ok? You had quite a bit of alcohol last night."

It was Mitsuri, she was holding a bottle of water out to you, and on your other side, Suma was holding a plate of eggs and sausage for you.

"Uh... eat up?"

You frowned at her. It was her and Hinatsuru's fault you woke up like this. Hungover and hurting... But you do remember having a good time... Taking the food, slowly eating and enjoying the new warmth, you nodded to Suma and Mitsuri.

"Thanks... I needed that... But, uh, where are we?"

As if on cue, Tengen opened the door, and you scrambled for the blanket. Causing Makio to laugh, and Shinobu to throw a pillow at the man.

"Ow! And good morning! Everyone slee-"

Another pillow had been thrown.

"Shut up."

Shinobu was reasonably upset and didn't need the loud noises. But that two seconds of quiet didn't last long. There was yelling in the other room.

The living room.

You rushed to throw on your clothes, Tengen's presence forgotten. He led the way into the room, acting as a wall between the men trying to fight. Successfully keeping you and the rest of the ladies from getting inbetween.

Gyomei held Sanemi by the shoulders, arms wrapped underneath the man's own arms. And Obanai and Giyu were holding Kyojuro back on the opposite side of the room.

"FUCK YOU! YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE LAST NIGHT!!"

"What are you talking about!? I barely remember last night!"

"YOU THINK IM FUCKIN TAKING THAT AS AN EXCUSE, YOU SON OF A BITCH!?"

You looked back and forth between the two, confused as everyone else. But Kyojuro had a fresh bruise on his face, forming right underneath his eye. A sign that Sanemi had already gotten to him before anyone could stop him. You dodged from behind Tengen and made way to Kyojuro. Standing front of him, and he looked at you curiously,

"(Y/N)-"

You didn't say anything, as you looked him over, then turned to Gyomei. Who nodded and carried Sanemi into the kitchen, placing the man on the counter. Where Sanemi just stared at you. Gyomei returned to your side with an ice pack, with Obanai and Giyu peeling away, to make room for you to press the ice pack to Kyojuro's face. He hissed and looked at you apologetically, taking the ice pack in his hand.

You looked him over again and walked in to the kitchen to look over Sanemi. The man had a bruise on the opposite side of his face. He looked away from you, still fuming about whatever the hell happened last night.

"Are... We still good for-"

You laughed at him,

"You've got a bruise on your face, and just tried to wreak havoc... But your worried about our dogs play-date?"

Sanemi huffed, the heat in his face not going away, as you touched his cheek.

"I just don't wanna fuck this up, ok..."

You calmed down from laughing at the stupid man before you, and finally nodded at him.

"We're still good for it."

Chapter 5^

#kny fanfic #kyojuro rengoku #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x black reader #uzui tengen #sanemi x reader #kyojuro x black reader #reader is black female

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

FULL STORY HAS BEEN POSTED.

*Dr. Feel Good (Full Piece)

Here's a snippet from the Sanemi Therapist wip I promised 16 years ago. I'm gonna tag a couple of ya because you said you were interested. If you don't want to be tagged for notifications, let me know, and I'll stawwwpp it.

@desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi @gingerspicelattemix and @peachdues I read you're feeling down. I hope my weird take on Dr. Shinazugawa cheers you up a bit ♡.

I'll be doing the final touches on the rest of this smut story today!

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Dr. Feel Good

"Hi, Dr. S. I uh, well, I'm not going to be able to make my appointment tomorrow. I'm sorry this is technically less than 24 hours. Bill me for any time you may have lost. Whatev– thanks. Oh, this is y/n, by the way, and it's about 4 o'clock. Bye. You don't have to call me back. Bye."

You pressed the red button on your cell phone and hung up the call with Dr. Shinazugawa's voice-mail and climbed back into your bed. The rain beat against the windows in rhythm with the tears falling to your face.

It was November 1st. Fall was in full swing. And once again, you were not. Your 24th birthday was coming up soon. And you'd fallen into the same routine as last year. Going through the motions: work, family, the few friends you had. But you're fairly certain they were sick of you. So it was just a matter of time before they stopped calling. It's not like you're blowing up their phones to remind them you're still around.

The phone rang. You didn't even bother to see who was calling before you turned it over to silence the assault on your quiet cocoon. [Beep beep]. One more message you won't respond to. "I don't wanna talk. Go away." It started ringing again.

"Fuck, what, hello?" You sniffed and pulled the down comforter off of your face. You didn't want to sound like you were in bed as you squirmed around to get comfortable.

"Hello! Y/n? I just got your message." Silence on your end. "Are, are you there?" You cleared your throat. What's the point of talking anymore. "Ah, there you are." Dr Shinazugawa said a little too cheerfully.

You're surprised by the inflection of his voice. You often thought he was like you; dark. But he was your therapist. You were not his. So you didn't worry about him like you assumed he worried about you. Like you hoped he did. More wasted energy.

"Y/n, c'mon. Will you say something to me?" Sitting up in bed, "Why." You said flatly. You could hear his breath slow a little, and you sort of wondered why his breathing would ease up when you were on the other end of the line. Probably irritating him, no doubt.

"Because I wa–" He stopped for a moment. "I need to know you're alright." There was a pregnant and overdue pause from him. "Y/n? Are you? Ok?" You sniffed again. Could he hear you crying? "Will you please come in tomorrow and talk with me?" He could hear the hurt in your words.

"I'll see you next week, Dr. S. Have a nice weekend. Bye." You took the phone away from your ear before you'd even started to say you'll see him at your next appointment. You didn't want to give him that crucial second before disconnection to try and change your mind. He was just your therapist. Not Jesus. Though you could easily find yourself at his feet asking for miracles. No matter, you weren't terribly religious anyway.

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#sanemi x y/n #sanemi x reader #therapist #therapist!sanemi #kny sanemi #demon slayer #kny sanemi shinazugawa #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi kny #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi Shinazugawa kny #sanemi therapy #forbidden love #love? #lust

[saffron0v0]

*2 days after the battle*

Aoi: *enters the room where the boys are resting*

(boys = inosuke, tanjiro, zenitsu, Murata, Giyuu, sanemi and Tengen came to visit)

After exchanging pleasantries, and aoi secretly side eyeing Tengen, aoi gets straight to the point.

Aoi: So, the new corps head suggested that all the remaining slayers get some medical attention, from the mental aspect. He really values your mental health, and wishes for you to be physically and mentally stable before heading into battle.

Sanemi: Is that even necessary?!

Giyuu: I suppose that if oyakata-sama suggested it, he must have a reason.

Sanemi: tch

Zenitsu: Is the therapist going to come today o-o

Aoi: She's waiting outside, she's a close acquaintance, so please try to behave yourselves. *narrows her eyes at zenitsu and Inosuke giving them a death stare*

Zenitsu: *gulps* yes ma'am.

Inosuke: *scoffs* whatever.

Aoi: Great! Now, who wants to go first? You're the last room in the building before we head to the female wing, so don't worry about taking time, you have all the time in the world. *mutters under her breath* for now.

Zenitsu heard what she said, but decided to ignore it.

Sanemi: I guess I'll go first...

Tengen: *stifling a laugh*

Sanemi: I swear to freaking God if you say another word, I will make sure you're unable to use your other hand.

Tengen: *Bursts out laughing* THE Shinazugawa Sanemi *Wheeze* Is GeTtInG tHeRaPy *still laughing hysterically at the thought*

Sanemi: *vein about to pop*

Aoi: I assume I can ask her to spare time for you former hashira-sama, I suppose oyakata-sama would be happy to see you taking care of your health. *gives him the most sarcastic tone she could, and silently scoffs*

Tengen: *goes mute* Never mind, I have important matters waiting at home

*he's outside*

Of course you do. Anyways, moving on with life.

Tengen: These butterfly women really have it for me! I don't deserve this. TnT

So I decided to make separate parts for each one's therapy session, I've never been to therapy so this is pure imagination.

Next skit➜➜ 1st patient Shinazugawa Sanemi!

#kimetsu no yaiba #Future hashira au #tanjiro kamado #aoi kanzaki #Kanao tsuyuri #Inosuke hashibira #Zenitsu agatsuma #Murata #Oc #The characters get therapy #I'm feeling nice #The oc is a therapist #Zenitsu gets character development #YAYYY =D

[darianias]

Slight Kny/Demon slayer manga spoilers, bigger Light novel spoilers, mugen train spoilers if you havent gotten there yet.

I just read the short story "Signs from the wind" from the new KnY lightnovel and aksjsksjksjs I CAN'T. 😭 Also Masachiko reminds me of Tanjiro and he IS such a puppy, anger and trauma and all he was Sanemi's "therapy dog"

Like out of all of the Hashira and non-main crew and thier trauma he's the the most... stable seeming. I love them all but they all need therapy. Masachiko was like "oh yeah, mental health is important. Let me find the one therapist in 1900s japan and book an appointment." Like yeah he still has problems, but like??? Yeah. I mean Kyojuro's pretty well off too all things considered. But he still needs that appointment imo..... JUSSSSTTT INCASE. Or maybe he's the one who like, reccomended the therapist. Let's roll with that.

But like, we were deprived of Masachiko until now. smh. We could of had two sunshines who died.

Maybe Masachiko's trying to teach Tanjiro through his psychic/medium abilitlies. Tanjiro tries his best but he's like a therapy puppy in training.

Also I can defs see the ships incoming. *nods*

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #signs from the wind #sanemi shinaguzawa #kyojuro rengoku #everyone in demonslayer needs therapy lets be real #its traumatic events 24/7 there #too bad its like... 1910s Japan #mugen train spoilers #tanjiro kamado #mild manga spoilers #light novel spoilers #Tanjiro is a psychic/medium #Nezuko is too #Probably all the Kamados tbh #Its why he gets animus abilities lomg before invented #its 2am #I'm posting instead of sleeping

[meowzfordayz]

when you’re going through an episode — mitsuri, shinobu, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Author’s Note: it’s difficult to accurately capture the scope of bipolar disorder in a comfort fanfic, so just know that these preferences barely graze the surface of what it means to have bipolar, and that it’s more complicated and nuanced than fixing a bad day w/ a hug. 🖤 Update: was just informed that BPD stands for Borderline Personality Disorder. 😅 Apologies for my misunderstanding/mistake, but hope this still provides comfort! 🫶🏽

when you’re going through an episode — mitsuri, shinobu, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Kanroji Mitsuri x Reader, Kocho Shinobu x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~1,000

CW: bipolar disorder

Emergency Request Fulfilled: I’ve been so depressed, stuck in the bpd episode for like a week. I can barely will myself to leave my bed

Could you maybe do some female demon slayer characters (Mitsuri, shinobu, lady tamayo, female muzan, etc) taking care of a reader also going through a bad depressive episode?

Emergency Request Fulfilled: hello, i am requesting for an emergency request of maybe the hashiras (esp rengoku) comforting their bpd lover while theyre currently going thru a bpd episode

my bpd has been really bad as of late and my episodes r exhausting me, i just want to be comforted. feel free to write whenever, i adore your writing sm!! thank you

~faqs~

When you’re going through an episode…

… Mitsuri’s talked with you previously to ensure she’s as educated and prepared for your episodes as she can be, but having an outline of how to support you is never quite the same as actually executing it. It’s difficult for her to not take your disorder personally, because she prides herself on being joyful, enthusiastic, and positive; she can only handle gentle rejection so many times before she needs space. That being said, she feels safe enough to communicate her own fears and disappointments, so ~space generally entails you shooing her out of the house for ~an hour to treat herself to bubble tea and sunshine before rejoining you back in the pillow fort (which she always makes because she knows it helps you feel just a little lighter; if it means guests can’t use the living room for an extended period, then oh well). Sometimes she’s successful in coaxing you along with her, fingers interlaced loosely with yours, her smile wide as ever; other times she’s sure to return with your go-to order, plus a few photos of pretty flowers that reminded her of you.

… Shinobu does her best to listen. Whether you’re waking her up at 2am Shinobu, I had a nightmare, calling her on her lunch break I haven’t gotten out of bed yet, or showering while she sits on the toilet lid I’m so tired, thank you for waiting for me; it’s a simple gesture that goes a long way. She knows she doesn’t have to have profound replies, just as she knows how important and special it is that you feel safe enough to let her into your head, especially when she knows how low you’re feeling. It also helps her—gently—interrupt you when you start catastrophizing or spiraling, counter your self-directed negative perceptions, and gauge your overall mood. She rarely offers advice—she knows she’s your partner, not your therapist—but she’s grateful she gets to bring a calm, logical presence to your weighted, preoccupied thoughts. When you smile faintly, eyes almost shining, couch cushion sinking as you scoot yourself closer to her warmth; that’s when she knows she’s on the right track. “I appreciate you,” you murmur, words sweet and apologetic on her skin. “And I appreciate you,” she chuckles quietly, body shifting to accommodate you curling into her, “You make me happy too.”

… Kyojuro does everything with an extra hint of softness. He understands maintaining a sense of normalcy can be helpful, but his chest aches at the exhaustion in your eyes, the halfhearted grip of your hand in his, how you laugh for his sake when he tries to make you smile — not because he actually succeeded. From washing your hair to feeding you bites of lunch, he goes out of his way to ease the process of simply being; to spark joy in the state of living. He knows satisfying basic needs are vital to getting through your episodes, just as he knows eating, bathing, going for a walk can be some of the hardest to do. Tough love isn’t his preferred method, so he opts for: making airplanes sounds while directing a spoonful of dinner toward your mouth, insisting he can’t reach his back to wash it, so, “Please join me in the shower! I need you!”, and claiming his hand feels lonely, “Could you hold it during my walk? I fear holding my own hand does not nearly suffice.” He doesn’t mean to belittle or baby you, but he’ll try anything to see you smile or even roll your eyes — to get to say I love you too.

… Sanemi doubts his ability to care for you. Make no mistake: he loves you, and doesn’t resent you in the slightest. He does, however, feel completely out of his depth. He understands in theory that loving someone isn’t all ease and sunshine, but in practice? He’d do anything to feel your smile on his lips, to have you snuggle further into his chest as he holds you, to hear you chat about your day, your favorite color, how you almost got caught in a downpour — anything, to know you’re ~okay. It takes a while for him to accept that ~okay comes in waves, and that silence on your end is not inherently rejection of his affection and effort. Telling him, “Even if I can’t express it in the moment, knowing you’re here beside me always makes me happy,” definitely helps reassure him that he can do something for you—by simply being him—and caressing his cheek when you think he’s asleep, murmuring, “Thank you for being patient with me, I love you,” reminds him all over again that I love you.

… it’s difficult for Giyuu to support you without feeling low himself. He feels so strongly for you, and is almost too close to provide the steady, neutral responses that seem to help you most. He can always hold you, can always kiss your forehead, touch your knuckles to his cheek, but he can’t always listen — he can’t always bend without breaking completely and utterly for you. Which isn’t to say you’re over reliant on or demanding of him; it’s just hard for him to know how much you’re hurting without taking that hurt into his heart and making it his own. He wants to be there for you, but navigating his boundaries and your needs definitely takes time, practice, tears, and forgiveness. “I want you to be yourself around me,” he murmurs, body spooning protective and cool behind you, “But I’m not the best when it comes to certain parts of you.” Nodding slightly, you clutch his hand to your chest, eyes closed as you reply, “And that’s okay. You can’t be good with all of me, and I’m not great with all of you either. But we both try, don’t we?” “Of course.” “That’s enough for me.” It’s enough for me too he thinks as he kisses the back of your head, grateful for the feeling of your smile grazing his fingertips.

#preferences #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kanroji mitsuri #mitsuri x reader #kocho shinobu #shinobu x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader

[lesbiansanemi]

Me explaining Maki Zenin and Sanemi Shinazugawa’s character arcs in graphic detail to my therapist:

Her: oh I see why you relate to them

#tbf I feel like that encapsulated a brief rundown of my trauma fairly well #but also damn girl okay we don’t have to say it so clearly #but also I do really appreciate that I found a therapist who encourages me to conceptualize things via fiction #it’s…. nice…. #kaz rambles