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peachdues · 6 months

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MIRROR, MIRROR

Snow White!Kanae x Huntsman!Sanemi AU

I’ll likely never finish this since I know character x character isn’t super popular, but I’m so in love with this fantasy setting. If you like my work, indulge me and read my dream fic AU.

CW: NSFW-ish content • mild violence • several scenes below including THE famous kiss-and-wake-up scene

tagging those with whom I’ve simped with over the knight x princess forbidden love trope : @homo-homini-lupus-est-1701 @thedovahqueen @ghost-1-y

Kanae clutched the knife in her hand, bracing it in front of her chest as she quietly closed a hand over her mouth to silence the breath coming in hard, fast pants from her nose.

It seemed futile, given the way with which her heart thudded against her chest and how her legs trembled, threatening to vibrate the floor below her. But if she could just hide long enough from whatever intruders had breached the once impenetrable walls of the fortress, then perhaps she could make it back to her detail — to her sister.

Beyond the walls of her darkened bedchamber, there were several panicked shouts and a furious clash of metal, so loud with its promise of violence, that Kanae could do nothing more than grip the hilt of her dagger until her knuckles turned white. The press of the steel in her hand was the only thing that kept her grounded, kept her from forgetting her resolve in favor of letting loose the panicked sob locked in her throat.

There was a pregnant pause, pierced only by the incessant hammering of the princess’s heart against her sternum, as the sounds from whatever confrontation had taken place in the corridor quieted. That silence, however, was quickly disrupted but the soft squeak of the old doorknob in her chambers, and Kanae felt her stomach drop.

Someone crept stealthily across her bedroom floor, and Kanae knew she was trapped; it was almost certain that whomever had made their way into the princess’s bedchamber would inevitably discover her, tucked away in her closet, with nothing but a small, ornately handled knife to defend herself.

The young monarch knew her fate was sealed — but she would not go down without a fight, no matter how furiously her limbs trembled as those quiet footsteps drew closer to her hiding spot. At least Shinobu could carry on knowing her sister had tried to fight — even if she’d failed, in the end. Perhaps the young knight would forgive her helpless elder sister.

Both the Princess and intruder were silent for a moment; through the sliver between the door and its frame, she could see the moonlight glint off the attacker’s blade. Kanae’s hand tightened around the hilt of her dagger as she prepared to strike against her assailant.

The closet door wrenched open, and to her horror, Kanae’s nerve crumbled as she froze in her fear until she saw the mop of white hair and the all-too-familiar scarred hand closed tightly around the blade pointed at her chest.

The princess’s knife clattered to the floor of her closet, the man’s sword arm falling to his side as Kanae loosed a cry of relief and flung herself against Sanemi, the latter’s free arm locking tightly around her waist as he caught her.

“Kanae,” he whispered hoarsely, dropping her formal title in his relief, as his face buried in her neck briefly before he wrenched her away from him to examine her face, eyes carefully scanning over her for any sign of injury, of harm.

The princess’s fists remained balled against her guard’s tunic as her tears spilled down her cheeks, the Huntsman’s thumb wiping gently as he cradled her face.

“Are you injured?” He murmured, keeping his voice low as he cast his eyes once around her bedchamber, sword still gripped tightly in his hand.

The Princess shook her head, trembling against the rocky, solid form of her protector. “Where are the others? My sister?”

—-

Kanae giggled as Sanemi tugged her by the hand off the small path, ducking behind the curtain of leaves and vines which clung to the branches of the forest trees like fine drapery.

The moment he was certain they were concealed enough from any prying eyes, Sanemi spun her around to him, a devilish smirk on his sinful mouth as he held her flush against him, his hands coming to rest firmly on her waist.

The princess’s arms locked around his neck and her hands buried themselves in his hair as her huntsman’s lips met hers in a passionate, needy kiss.

Kanae moaned as Sanemi tilted his head and slid his tongue into her mouth to dance with hers, his fingers bunching the fabric of her skirts.

“Gods, I missed you,” he murmured as he broke for air, nipping at her bottom lip.

“We’ve been —“ Kanae paused to kiss him again, because she could not stop, not when his lips felt so good against hers, “traveling together,” another needy kiss as Sanemi chuckled softly against her mouth. “For a week.”

The huntsman began to walk them backwards, arms still snugly wrapped around her as though he could not bear to let her get too far from him. “Unfortunately, Princess,” Sanemi groaned as Kanae’s hands tugged lightly at his hair, demanding yet another kiss. “You don’t travel light.”

He was referring, of course, to the travel party consisting of six of the Kocho family’s most trusted bodyguards, who’d accompanied them on their journey to the next Wisteria house.

That number, of course, didn’t include the Princess’s younger sister, who’d become the Kocho heir’s ever-present shadow. The only reason they’d been able to sneak off was because the young knight needed to sharpen her blade. Though, that hadn’t stopped Shinobu from pointedly reminding Sanemi that she still kept a variety of knives and other weapons concealed on her person, as Kanae insisted she’d be fine with only the huntsman accompanying her to gather medicinal herbs.

Kanae caressed the side of her escort’s devastatingly handsome face as she trailed her lips across the scar on his cheek. “Then we’d better make the most of our time,” she whispered.

She felt emboldened at the way Sanemi’s eyes darkened, a growl sounding from deep within his chest as he slanted his mouth back over hers in another heated kiss.

Kanae gasped as she felt her back bump up against the rough wood of a tree, and Sanemi took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth, stroking hers as he pressed her against the bark.

The fluidity with which he’d walked them over the rugged forest floor ignited a fire in her belly.

——

Sanemi looked pained as his desire warred with his reason, the muscles in his forearms rippling with his restraint as he fought to keep the Princess at arm’s length, despite his desperate need to have her closer. “Your…maidenhood is valuable to the monarchy,” he reasoned, though his voice was rough. “Your marriage prospects are vital to its stability —,”

“I am the monarchy,” Kanae said severely. “The only person who has any decision-making authority over my marriage choices is me,” those lovely, lilac eyes were blazing as she held his gaze. “And my people will respect my choices.”

Her fingers began to toy with the laces at the front of his breeches, just as she toyed with his fraying restraint. “And I choose you,”

“Kanae,” Sanemi’s pleading voice was hoarse, but his hands came to rest on either side of her waist, unable to hold back from touching her any longer even as he tried to cling to the last thinning thread of his self-control.

The princess only pressed herself against her huntsman, her soft, sensual lips grazing against the hollow of his throat.

“I want you, Sanemi.” She whispered.

She stood on her toes to press her lips against his, and he felt the last bit of his restraint crumble away. Sanemi’s responding kiss was gentle but possessive, as his arm wound around her waist and held her tightly against him.

Sanemi broke away from her lips to rest his forehead against hers, panting. His eyes were dark and so full of a desire for her that she subconsciously clenched her thighs together, and she felt a fire ignite in her blood.

“As you wish, your Highness.”

——

There, in the circle of trees, stood an intricately forged crystal and glass coffin, bonded together by the wood vines that grew near the grove of wisteria trees he’d passed through earlier.

Within it, lay Princess Kanae.

Even death could not dull her beauty; her long, dark hair formed a silken halo around her head, and small white flowers had been woven through its strands.

She was dressed in a gown made from starlight, a molten silver trimmed with purple, its folds draping over the vine and glass sides of the tomb.

Clutched between her frozen hands was Ataraxia, her sister’s beloved blade. Sitting at the foot of the dias bearing the coffin, face buried in her hands in both disgrace and sorrow, was the knight herself.

Sanemi dropped to his knees before the crystal tomb.

He was too late.

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“Damn you, woman,” Sanemi cursed, voice low as he glared at the lifeless princess enshrined in crystal. “You foolish, idealistic , romantic idiot.”

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Sanemi raked a frustrated hand through his hair as he began to pace before the Princess’s silent tomb. “What are your people to do now — bend to Douma?”

He stomped up the steps of the stone dias so he could glower down at the Princess’s sleeping face beneath the lid of the sarcophagus.

“You should have let him crush my heart,” he said severely. “You should have fled with the others and gone on to fight another day. Left me behind.”

Some of the righteous anger he felt towards the woman dissipated. “Why couldn’t you just leave me behind?”

The Huntsman’s hand shakily rose to rest against the Crystal of the tomb. It hit him, then, as his fingers pressed against the lid, that he would never again feel the soft warmth of the Princess’s hands as she caressed his face, or brushed his hair from his eyes. He would never again feel the silk of her hair or the flutter of her eyelashes against his skin as she leaned in close to press a kiss against the hollow of his throat.

He would never again be able to partake in the sacred act of holding her close, or savor the steady beat of her heart beneath his palm.

His anger at her winked out like a snuffed flame.

“Your life was worth ten thousand of mine,” he murmured, his vision blurred by the sting of his tears. “I would have been happy to die for the cause — for you.”

——

“Allow me to say goodbye,” Sanemi could not hide the way his voice cracked with the finality of his request.

Gyomei and Tengen looked to one another for a moment and nodded. Wordlessly, they heaved the heavy crystal lid of the coffin away, revealing the lifeless princess in all of her frozen beauty.

She almost looked as though she were slumbering peacefully there in the forest.

Sanemi approached the tomb of his beloved Princess, and bent down, his hand caressing the cold, soft expanse of her cheek.

“Forgive me, Princess,” Sanemi felt the damning prickle of tears in his eyes as his fingers traced over her features one last time. “I have failed to protect you once more.”

He leaned in close to her ear, to whisper his final words in hopes they would reach her before her soul parted for the afterworld.

“I do not know why you valued my life over yours,” he confessed, eyes roaming her face to commit every last detail to his memory. “But know that my heart was never in any danger; it has only ever been in your care, and yours it shall ever remain.”

He pulled back slightly to lower his mouth down to hers, for one, last kiss. He’d bitterly hung onto the hope that his lips would breathe new life back into her, make her open those delicate orbs and smile at him, more brightly than the sun, but his hopes were in vain; her lips remained uncharacteristically cold and still.

“Goodbye, Kanae,” he murmured against her lips before pulling away, furtively wiping at his eyes to conceal the evidence of his boundless sorrow.

He turned away, shoulders squared and chin held high, as he made to step off the dias like the good soldier he was, and to rejoin the group holding vigil until the Butterfly girls arrived to entomb their monarch.

“Because I love you,” a weak, yet undoubtedly familiar and revered voice said from behind him, freezing Sanemi in his tracks on the steps of the Dias.

Slowly, he turned around back towards the glass coffin, and he felt himself go weak in his knees.

There was the Princess, head tilted toward him slightly, her lovely lavender orbs blinking sleepily, as she tried to refocus her vision on the gobsmacked Huntsman before her.

A small smile graced her lips and Sanemi rushed forward, enveloping the Princess in his arms. Shinobu’s sword clattered to the stone below as Kanae returned his embrace tightly.

Sanemi kissed every part of her he could reach — her lips, her eyes, her forehead, her neck, even her exposed shoulders as he held her tightly against him. He was far too overcome with his relief and joy at seeing the faint blush return to his beloved’s porcelain cheeks to care about propriety, casting all such notions aside where they belonged.

#demon slayer #sanemi shinazugawa #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny fanfic #sanekana #kanae kocho #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer fic #kny fic #kny smut #demon slayer smut

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colourstreakgryffin · 9 months

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Hey lovely!! AHH- i thought of an idea-,, Okay sooo.. I was thinking of a couple vs. couple thing righththt?? I was thinking Yan! Sanemi and Kanae Vs. Yan! Obanai and Misturi!! where reader is kind of an airhead- in the stupid way, vv silly and obnoxious and a lot to take care of!! Thank you for your time!!💗💗

-💗💗 anon<3

Oooh! SaneKana and ObaMitsu as Yanderes! Usually, my Yandere Hashira will never work together but this is different and very interesting! Let’s see what happens!

Okay! Ima do the Kimetsu Academy AU and a short-ish Story, instead of Headcanons, to save myself!

Yandere! Romantic! KNY Hashira Scenarios: SaneKana vs ObaMitsu

D I N G

Your excited eyes drew up to the sound of a bell ringing rhythmically from staring up at the roof in boredom. Two of your favourite customers, Obanai and Mitsuri entered as the hyper girl waved for your attention. You accidentally swiped open the back glass door of the see-through sweet treat display for customers, to stand in front of the cash register with a matching smile to Mitsuri’s and the listening gaze of Obanai

“Welcome back, you two! How may I serve you? The usual?” You ask cheerfully, playing with the protruding buttons on the cash register playfully as Mitsuri tapped her cheek in fake consideration. She knew exactly what she wanted to talk about with you as her boyfriend, Obanai held her hand. His mismatched eyes scanned over your pretty face in pure admiration, love leaked through

This situation seemed like a young couple visiting their favourite café to the general eye, including yours, but it was really two madpeople riddled in obsession satisfying their feed of the one they love so dearly by pretending to want to have one of your many sweet options. It wasn’t just Mitsuri and Obanai who were like this and came to you daily

You met the lovely couple when they came into your café for a date. You recently opened this little shop as it was your passion to run your own business, like this homely café. But your hope ran dry as the days went by with no customers, but when they came into the picture. Your life was basically saved

You served them with such excitement and relief, immediately giving them that one pretty two-seated table positioned by the open window as you eagerly took their orders. Mitsuri ordered so much, you had a long list of desserts to give her whilst Obanai ordered so little, you were a bit concerned but you bowed to them

They kept coming every single day after their first experience with you to test out every new option you had stocked in or merely to chat with you. You didn’t mind as you appreciated how supportive they are yet you didn’t know that your cooperation fed into their developing obsession over you

You always had time on your hands to talk to the two after serving them as you didn’t have many customers, other than them… well, other than them and another young couple that have visited you so much, you’ve lost count;

You’re other two favourite customers. Sanemi and Kanae. Kanao, Kanae’s younger sister once came into your cafe for a quiet hangout with her friends, and suggested it to her older sister for a way to have a peaceful day out. Kanae decided to take her boyfriend over for a quick sweet little cafe date at your shop. Unaware of your unintentional affect on them that had already infected Obanai and Mitsuri would plague them so bad that they’d become completely mad for you

Just like with Obanai and Mitsuri, the two were obsessed with you after spending weeks and weeks coming back on beliefs they were just being supportive and friendly, not wanting to realise their healthy friendship with you had grown into a love-driven obsession. The couples wanted you apart of their lovelife, as their cute little girlfriend

Sanemi and Kanae kept having wonderful times at your business that it needs to repeat for them. Such delicious food, such delicious drinks, such a pretty homely environment with a beautiful server on atop of it that caught their eyes so fast, they couldn’t believe they didn’t know of your existence until they had to pay for it. How foolish, they would have paid to see you so much sooner if they knew about you

They ordered things equally and even shared some of their orders in which you kept in mind so you can give them cute things to use like a long love heart-shaped double-headed straw for their milkshake they’d eventually share. Their reaction to your little surprise made your heart beat in joy for the couple. You simply adored such love, you wanted something exactly like those two loveable couple, when you find your soulmate

Ever since you met the four, you had noticed a lot of changes. More people came to your café and all never seemed to scold you for being late, it was like you were inside a videogame where the settings of the customers can be changed to passive. It was confusing on the most part. Your shipments for ingredients seemed to be infinite, even though, you didn’t order anything that week and you noticed that you were gaining more fatter tips from out of nowhere

Every other customer, other than your dailies, were quite stiff, shaken and robotic as they spoke. It was kinda odd, sure, you couldn’t say anything was off since your head is in the clouds when you’re not working and you break something every single day but you weren’t that dense

You figured it was your family helping you from the sidelines. You weren’t aware that it was the two couples you had befriended desperately trying to get you to like them

“Oh, please, don’t worry about that. I’ll tell you what we want. Can we get a table?” Mitsuri asked as you nodded excited like usual, rushing off your heels towards the exitway and accidentally bumping your stomach against the closed wooden pane keeping customers from entering the back of the service table, full force as you whined out in pain. Obanai and Mitsuri flinched in response, traversing around the marble countertop to make sure you are okay, extreme laces of concern consuming them

Obanai held his hand out and touched your shoulder with his girlfriend clinging onto his free arm in concern as you gently giggled, your voice leaking pain. “I’m okay. Don’t worry” You reassured them, opening the trapdoor and shutting it once you walked out, picking up your trusty notebook and passing the young couple. Still unaware of their lovestruck eyes boring through you

Your hair tied up in a neat bun with all those cute chibi animal hairpins and your bangs pushed back by pretty colourful hairclips. You looked so scrumptious as Mitsuri and Obanai almost raced each other to catch up to you, you gestured them to sit in the middle of the cafe, decorated by a glass chandelier hanging above their heads

You flipped open the notebook to a clean page with that all-so-unbreaking smile they love so dearly as the two sat down in front of each other calmly, wondering who will speak up to you first. You were about to ask for their orders when the doorbell rang for a second time, indicating that another customer has arrived to be served. You apologised outloud to Obanai and Mitsuri, promising you’ll come back to them and rushing over to serve the new customer in mind

Your eyes glowed in happiness, recovering from your near low step trip, as Kanae ran up to you excited in her pretty sparkly date dress, and swallowed you up in a tight but harm hug. Very big sister-like as you laughed at her open kindness, it didn’t ring any alarms as you figured she hugs all her friends this way and you liked it

Sanemi followed his girlfriend, in a somewhat-fancy tieless suit and patted back your bangs to avoid undoing the clips. His smile never dropped at the sight of your gorgeous face. The man didn’t say a word as Kanae begun speaking, her voice a bit stronger than usual and admiring your new hair accessories with little points

“Ooohhh~! You look so cute, Dokusha!” Kanae cheered happily and clapped her hands, she did feel the angry jealous glares of Obanai and Mitsuri piercing through her but she chose to ignore it in favour of spending time with you, her newfound love interest. Sanemi chimes in afterwards, looking curiously at one hairclip he didn’t recognise from the many he has kept track of. “Are these new?” You nod against his strong palm, gently patting his muscular wrist so he will let go, though, he didn’t want to let go

Mitsuri bit her bottom lip, her eyes welling up in fury as her hands balled up into fists whilst Obanai continued to silently glare deadly holes into the couple openly trying to flirt with you, he was ready to throw hands with these pricks. The only people could flirt with you is him and his girlfriend, nobody touches their future wife but them!

Obanai got up from his comfy chair when Sanemi’s hand gently brushed over your cheek, reeling a flustered rosy blush from you. His mismatched irises were so dark, they could shadow over the night sky

Mitsuri quickly followed her boyfriend close by when he walked away from their table, not wanting to interfere. She did want him to knock some sense into those pieces of shit, but she didn’t want to frighten you

“Oi. Fucktard” Obanai barked rather cruelly and out of the blue, drawing Sanemi’s attention onto him as he immediately socks the much taller man in the jaw with a hard right-cross. This made Kanae gasp out in shock and you scream in fear, stepping back as you were worried you, Kanae or Mitsuri would get attacked too

Sanemi bumped against the counter in conjunction to the few backward steps and used his arms to hold himself up by the firm ledge, processing the punch slowly. Kanae rushed to his side in a instant and hissed under her breath at her boyfriend’s dazed state. She managed to speak up, her eyes overflowing with anger over such violence as her dainty hands ran over his shoulder to try comfort him

“Excuse me! How dare you touch my boyfriend!” Mitsuri responded to Kanae’s statement for her own boyfriend, holding his shoulders protectively and her eyes switched between the enemy couple and you shivering in concern and fear up against the flat empty wall. She couldn’t stop this, she decided to join in as she knew well that her anger couldn’t be suppressed any further. “And how dare YOU two try take our Dokusha away from us!”

“She is not your Dokusha! She is the server here! It’s her job to—“ Sanemi snapped back almost instantly with his head rising in sync, his now-bruised jaw did sting from the punch but he needed to defend himself and his girlfriend from what this psycho couple were pulling against them. How dare they act like they own you when you own yourself

Obanai yelled through to produce a interruption, visible anger veins crawling over his forehead, hands and neck as Sanemi followed soon after, his own body being coated in popping veins. He was well done with the chemistry teacher’s aggressive talkbacks to his beloved girlfriend. “And Dokusha isn’t a piece of meat to be played with! Leave her alone! She isn’t yours! You have each other!”

“We aren’t playing with her! We like her! She’s quite the—” Kanae argued back, making her voice get louder and firmer with the intensity of the situation growing at a concerning rate. This was getting dangerous as Sanemi rubbed his jaw to try muffle the sharp jabs and rose back to his feet properly. This day wasn’t going as they planned with Obanai and Mitsuri throwing a bombshell into it

“She’s not even your friend. Just get away from her!” Mitsuri barked back, her and her boyfriend’s thought-out plan to order something for themselves and also you to better woo you over when they offered you to sit down and chat with them, was ruined by these two before them. Your heart was truly theirs as they are the ones who made your café known to the Kimetsu Academy. What did these two have to offer you what they haven’t already?!

Your anxiety and concern rose hearing the two women argue and shout at each other as the men went to throw punches at each other. What do you do?! What do you do?! You panic and decide on the whim to call the Police. You didn’t want to get your friends arrested but they can cause a extreme issue if you don’t have them taken care of

Speeding over to the much older-fashioned cable phone behind the marble counter, you accidentally knocked into the nearby pillar, holding a valuable and expensive decorative pot your mother had bought for you. Sadly, for your slower reaction time, the artefact landed directly on your back and shattered into pieces whilst the wooden pillar fell onto you, pushing you to the ground

The very loud thud from the back stopped the four’s fighting as they almost screamed in concern and pushed each other away to reach the source of the noise. Kanae and Mitsuri cried out in horror at the sight before them, Obanai and Sanemi shoved each other out of the way, just for their eyes to feel like they popped out of the sockets. The girls bolted to you, quickly brushing off the broken pieces on your back that, thankfully didn’t stab into you, and move the light yet suffocating pillar off

Swiping and insulting each other at every turn whilst the boys fought each other for the phone that they pulled away from the back of your counter to the front. They needed to call a ambulance to make sure you were gonna be okay but their constant roars and wet smacks for punches were distracting them. Your head was fuzzy and stung, your eyes grew blurry whilst the voices of the four begun fading away

What a horrible day

I accidentally made us more clumsy and air-headed, then obnoxious and tough to handle but I hope it’s okay!

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yuki2sksksk · 2 months

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Masterlist

Kanae gets injured and Akaza has an idea on who the culprit is.

#demon slayer #kny #drawing #kimetsu no yaiba #anime #digital art #shinobu #akaza #kanae #sanemi #kny mermaid au #mermaid au #kocho kanae #kocho shinobu #kny hakuji #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x kanae #sanekana

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giyubabe · 3 months

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Can’t tell the difference to be honest 🤷‍♀️(🧢 )

In love with there "sunshine and grumpy"ship dynamic.

@yuki2sksksk

#sanekana #kny #demon slayer #art #artist on tumblr #my art #giyubabe #digital art #doodles #sanemi #sanemi shinaguzawa #kny sanemi #kanae kocho #kanae #kny kanae #kimetsu no yaiba #love this ship #ship post

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sweetreichel · 1 year

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There's a SaneKana AU that doesn't change anything in canon except for the fact that when Kanae fought Douma, she found out she was carrying a child.

#kocho kanae #shinazugawa sanemi #douma #kimetsu no yaiba #sanekana #douma told her he really wanted to eat her cause her being with child meant she was more nutritious #she had no idea cause it was still a very early pregnancy #the last panel is a memory of her because she deserved a memory of smiling sanemi #in this au nobody found out cause she told her crow not to tell #but if you want extra angst shinobu learned from douma during their battle and that just made her more angry #...and then i linked it to a giyu/shino au because why not but that's another story #sweet reichel #fanart

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naramaiz · 1 month

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Some doodle I made before my pen broke.

Someone can color these if they want.

Some redesign and changes to them.

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neonmoonlight514 · 10 months

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The First Night

It's the night of their wedding and what better time than for them to be intimate for the first time. This is a smutfic, it does have sexual interactions and I kinda wrote this on a spur of the moment sorta thing. (My friends love my writing so I kinda like to do it.) Sorry if there's errors, if there are, we didn't catch them. lol. Anyway, enjoy.

After changing out of her elegant white kimono, into a soft pink, she walked into the bedroom where she met her new husband. He was dressed down a little, his eyes slowly turning toward her. They met, a smile moving over her features, giving him that soft happy expression that he grew to adore. It was contagious as he too smile lovingly back at her. This was her husband. An amazing man that was so broken and destroyed and yet, he smiled at her.

She walked over to him, lowering herself down to her knees. Her hands moved to gently set on his knees, feeling the fabric of the kimono under her fingertips. She was still smiling as she kept her lavender eyes on his violet. She could hear the rain pelting down outside, splattering on the grass. The warm summer air was electrifying, as lightning pulsed inside their room and a soft rolling of thunder. The gentle storm that had rolled in right after their wedding was a perfectly romantic way to end their night.

She felt his hand against her cheek and leaned into it. Her eyes closed, parting her lips just slightly to let an exhale slip by. Still, no words escaped them as another flash illuminated the room, followed by another soft thunder. She moved closer to him, sliding between his legs and against his chest. A kiss, one she remembered working so hard to gain, as he kept that wall up, keeping all that wished to get close out. If he only knew how gentle he was toward her, would his pride get in the way?

That kiss seemed to be neverending as she settled down on his lap, arms moving around his neck. Each second it felt like his arms tighten around her, his hand moving up and into her hair, gripping gently at the strands of inky black. Her arms folded in, pulling herself closer to him, her chest pressed against his, her kimono falling at her shoulders just a little. His kisses, although gentle were getting hungrier and hungrier for her. Lips parted, his however brushed softly down her jaw, to her neck, sending soft shivers along her skin. The warmth of his breath brushed over her pale skin, lips touching and soft pressure. He sucked gently upon her soft skin, leaving a red mark, one in many that he would be leaving behind.

Her lower lip tucked between her teeth, lightly biting at the pink mound. His lips traveled until soft kisses reached her collarbone, giving a couple of soft kisses before moving his hands down to her thighs. Fingertips gripped her and lifted her with ease as he stood with her in his arms. She gazed down at him, watching his face illuminate within the flash of the storm. Her lips curled into a smile, lowering her lips down against his. The movement caused her kimono to loosen, falling down her arms and tauntingly exposing her chest slightly. A tease that didn't go unnoticed by the Wind Hashira.

Gently, he laid her on their futon, her eyes opening to gaze up at the man above her. His hands found hers as he settled between her legs. She held his hands gently fingertips sliding between his. His smile, gentle as the rain that fell just outside of the window was seen. How could she be so lucky?

Fingertips slipped from hers. She watched as he untied his kimono, and removed it, letting it fall behind him. His scarred body, oh how she wished she wished she could remove every bad memory that came with them, but never wished for them to disappear, for his scars were what made him and she loved every one of them.

This time, Sanemi moved over her, lowering himself down to place more kisses on her lips. Her hands lifted, placing gentle fingertips along the scars, gliding them over every defined muscle until hands moved around his torso. Her hands glided up his back, brushing gentle touches along his shoulders. His kisses had halted, and soft breaths caressed her lips, opening her eyes just a little to gaze up into those violets again.

"I love you."

She smiled, the happiness pouring out of that one simple expression. His voice with the words that he spoke made her heart skip a beat. She loved it when he said those three words to her.

"I love you more."

A soft laugh escaped him, his body moved to each sound. A sound she loved hearing from him, for it was her treat to see him so incredibly happy. She felt his hair brush against her forehead before his skin touched hers. Their foreheads pressed gently together.

"Impossible."

Impossible? Could this man even think he could love her more? Equal, it was equal. Her heart in his hands caressed and loved for an eternity. She couldn't fathom living her life without him, not anymore. As long as she carried his last name, she vowed to love him to her fullest.

His forehead lifted from hers, and he moved away from her, lips now moving down her neck, her collarbone, and the now slightly exposed breasts. Large calloused hands pushed the thing pink fabric to the side, exposing her fully to him. She felt his fingertips brushing along her skin, gliding over the left plump breast, admiring the beauty of his wife. She blushed, her hands slipping from his back, one falling to her side and the other covering her face. She felt his hot breath on her nipple, caressing the tip with his tongue before sucking. It felt good, biting back the noises that wished to surface from her pursed lips.

The touch of his left hand against her right breast, thumb brushing over the nipple. She gazed down at him, his white hair hiding his face, brushing softly against her skin. Fingertips moved toward his hair, sliding into the strands. He gazed up at her, catching her gaze only for a moment before the white hair fell back down between them. Moving his right from her left breast, gliding down her stomach to her thigh. Gentle movements up to her knee and then back down her thigh. Another shiver flowed over her body, especially when she felt his fingers slide against her sensitive folds.

This caused her breath to catch and a small squirm, especially when his finger found the most sensitive spot.

"Sanemi…"

His finger slipped away from the sensitive bead, finding his way inside of her. Pushing one finger in slowly, pushing as far as his finger would go. Gliding his lips down from her breasts to her stomach, he moved further down. She felt him push two fingers inside of her, gliding them back and forth inside of her. She felt his warm tongue now teasing the sensitive bead between her legs. Her body reacted to every stroke of his fingers and every lick of his tongue. She was already going crazy, feeling his tongue flick and suck gently against her clit, causing her body to tremble under him. Her leg, pressed against his sides to try to keep them from twitching. Her lips parted, and a moan escaped.

He kept going, and she was fighting every moment of pleasure. It was as if he could sense that she was, causing him to pull his fingers out from inside of her, focusing just his tongue against the sensitive folds of her womanhood. Each lick sent her reeling, her cheeks flared, her hand moving down to glide her fingertips in his hair again, gripping gently at the strands. She felt his tongue sink into her, his fingertips gripping at her thigh, pressing into her flesh causing her to moan out again.

"….Sa..nemi…"

He didn't stop, gliding his tongue back up to that sensitive, swollen bead that instantly caused her to move her thighs against him, only to feel his hand pull her right thigh back. Another lick and another. She whimpered, the hand that wasn't in his hair, moved up and covered her face. Her body tensed, her hand gripped at his hair as she felt that one last push that sent her body over the edge. She whimpered once again, her hips moved, but he held her in place. She felt her orgasm hit, her body trembling from the sudden release. She felt his movement, looking down her body until she saw him move, his knees between her legs.

She watched as he licked his lips, causing her cheeks to flare. She covered her face with both hands now, peeking through her fingers at him. She heard his laugh and felt his hands move around her wrists. She didn't fight him as he pulled her hands away from her face, pulling both of them above her head. His body moved closer to her, his hips moved against hers, feeling his hard member against her. She felt his hands move her wrists together and one large hand covering them.

She gazed up at him and smiled, that same smile that melts him every time. He moved his free hand to her cheek and kissed her. His hand had slipped away, and slowly her eyes closed, as she kissed him. She felt him push into her. Her eyes closed even more, feeling himself move more and more into her. Halfway in, she whimpered, her eyes watering just a little. He broke the kiss, his breath panting softly against her lips. He released her hands, but she didn't move them. She felt him move again, this time pushing himself completely into her. He caught a tear that escaped with his fingertip, brushing it away.

"Don't stop."

She whispered to him, which was followed by his low gruff voice, "I won't."

Every movement of his hips became easier. The pain came and went almost instantly. Arms finally moved from above her head to around his neck. His lips found hers again, kissing her passionately as his hips began to find a pace that was just perfect. The passion she felt was unlike anything she has ever felt before. It was like pure ecstasy as he placed both hands on her hips and pulled her into him.

Her legs moved up and around his hips, locking her ankles together as he continued to move, picking up the pace just a little. This caused her body to move under him, bouncing just a little to his movements. His lips parted from hers, dipping down to her neck where he nipped gently at her skin. She felt his lips part as he softly sucked, leaving more red marks behind.

Her voice was heard again, a moan flowing past her lips, urging him to continue. She could feel his hips move faster, harder against her. She heard his pants, moans and it turned her on. His voice. She loved it. His lips were only a breath away from her neck, his pants brushing against her skin. Her head arched back just a little as a moan escaped, that feeling of pleasure washing over her. She orgasmed again just as he slammed his hips against hers, feeling him follow her as he grunted. His hips pushed against hers before stopping completely.

His hands moved to each side of her, pressing fingertips into the futon. She felt his head fall against her shoulder, her arms moving around his body, holding him to her. He moved his head from her shoulder and looked down at her, a slight bit of worry in his eyes. She however smiled back.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm great. Perfect."

And then he kissed her, rolling over on his back, bringing her to sit upon his hips. Her hands pressed gently against his chest, breaking the kiss as she sat up, still with him inside of her. She felt his hand brush against her arm, a soothing sensation that broadened her smile. She was his world, but to her, he was her universe, holding her in a place where she belongs.

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