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stellar-constellations · 6 months

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Hey, your work is just phenomenal I'd love to see some more headcannons. I was wondering if you could do some falling in love, or dating headcannons for these characters.

Demon Slayer

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Muzan Kibutsuji

Spy x Family

Yuri Briar (as your most popular he has to be here. <3)

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Kusuo Saiki

Toritsuka Reita

Kusuke Saiki

Danganronpa

Kazuchi Soda

Bungou Stray Dogs

Dazai Osamu

Assassination Classroom

Nagisa Shiota

Karma Akabane

I hope I'm not asking to much of you! Have a great day! <3

No problem! I've been waiting for a request!

Reader is female!

WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR DEMON SLAYER, SPY X FAMILY, THE DISASTROUS LIFE OF SAIKI K, DANGANRONPA, BUNGOU STRAY DOGS, AND ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM!

Sanemi Shinazugawa

If you're a Demon Slayer like him, expect to live in his estate. If you're a normal civilian, also expect to live in his estate. Even if you're a part of the Slayer Corps or not, he wants to make sure you're safe.

I hope you like bugs because he owns a Japanese Rhinoceros Beetle. He'll let you hold if it you like bugs, if not, he understands and will keep him in his cage.

You'll most likely meet Genya and get along with him well, Genya might be shy with you at first since you're a girl, but he'll want to talk to you since you've caught his older brother's eye (which really seems impossible).

All of the corps and even the Hashira were shocked when word spread that you and Sanemi were dating. The corps most feared Hashira and the sweet girl?! Some believe it's a fake relationship to steer girls brave enough to chase after Sanemi away. When Sanemi heard the rumors he tracked down who started them and gave them the beating of their lives.

All of the corps is scared of Sanemi more than demons. If you're placed on a mission with someone other than Sanemi, they're placing your life at utmost importance. It doesn't matter if they're bleeding out, letting the demon escape, or having a whole village burn down, there is nothing too big to sacrifice other than your own life when facing Sanemi's wrath.

Sanemi likes ohagi, please make some with him. Not only is it a cute bonding experience together, but it'll make him fall more in love with you.

You can't make him wear collared or buttoned-up shirts. It's a proven fact.

Despite popular belief, Sanemi is very kind with his partner. He does his best not to yell at you and if he does he'll immediately apologize for it. He doesn't care if he has to swallow up his pride, your relationship together is more important to him than a mere title. He doesn't want to be seen as his father.

Sanemi will always be gentle to you. He knows he has a scary appearance and while he's proud of his figure and scars, he doesn't want them to scare you, they're supposed to scare demons!

Sanemi would never say it, but he likes when you and Genya get along together. It makes him happy knowing two of his favorite people are enjoying each other's company like how he enjoys theirs.

Sanemi is a jealous man and he'll make it known to you and everyone around him immediately (especially if Giyuu is around). He's always picking a fight because he knows he can kick anyone's ass that he feels is getting a little too buddy-buddy with you.

If you pet his hair or gently trace his scars, he'll consider marrying you.

Muzan Kibutsuji

If you're a human, he'll have one of the Uppermoons supervising and protecting you if he's not around (it'll most likely be Kokushibo).

If you're a demon, he'll trust that you take care of yourself. He'll give you his blood every now and then so you can grow stronger as a demon (but not strong enough to defeat him in case you'd ever try to defy him. But you wouldn't do that, right?) He cannot have a weak demon as a partner, that'd be insulting to his image.

Muzan would regularly buy you expensive kimonos and jewelry and act as if it isn't a big deal. Not only is it to flaunt you around to demons and humans, but it's an indirect way of showing his wealth and power to others.

It's canon Muzan had six wives in the past (all who committed suicide because he was verbally abusive or he just killed them) but he wouldn't treat you like that. Those wives were a cover for his human disguise so he felt no attachment to them, however with you, he'd do just about anything you tell him to (as long as it doesn't ruin his image).

Muzan still has a hard time with emotions. If you're a demon, he'll simply just read your mind to figure out what's wrong. If you're a human, he'll straight up ask you what's wrong. Either way, he's finding out so you might as well just make it easy and tell him, don't even try to beat around the bush since he's an impatient man when it comes to unpredictable things.

When you're alone together in peace and you're reading and he's doing research to find a cure to the sun, there's always a slight smile on his face. He enjoys the tranquility of the moment.

Muzan doesn't like physical affection, in fact he hates it because it makes him feel all weak, but if you're having a bad day he'll rub the back of your hands or give you a few head pats and threaten you to never speak of this to anyone.

You wear red lipstick the same shade as his eyes, another indirect way of saying you belong to him, just don't kiss him with it in front of others because it's not transfer-proof.

If you're a human, he'll try to convince you to be a demon with him so you can be immortal forever. If you reject, he understands and wouldn't push on about it until probably a couple years later. If you accept, he'll have a small smile on his face (don't point it out or he'll make your transformation a little more painful than necessary).

He's thought of having a kid so there can be a heir for his bloodline, but he quickly crossed that idea out when realizing that kids not only are bothersome, but he's a demon so he'll live forever (he believes).

Yuri Briar

You have to really be quite the person to catch his eye!

If you're a normal civilian, Yuri probably grew feelings for you because you're a stranger that's suddenly appeared in his everyday life. Same coffee place. Same bus home. Same breakfast sandwich order. Same grocery store. Even the same apartment complex! At this point Yuri's convinced you're either an obsessed stalker or a spy so he'd be keeping a close eye on you, only to end up falling in love with your simplicity.

If you're an agent of the SSS, you often helped Yuri with his work since he tends to overwork himself. Yuri greatly appreciates your help since you're his superior and even though you have way more work than him, you still put in the time to help him with his less complicated work. He's always got your back when it comes to raids or shootouts, can't let his favorite superior getting hurt! You treat him for his good work by getting drinks after work. One day you got drinks together and Yuri realized that this is basically like a date. Ever since then his feelings just grew for you.

If you're a spy you and Yuri really have a complex dynamic, but one things for sure is that he falls the hardest. His always chasing you on the clock and off. Yuri doesn't exactly know when he caught feelings for you. Maybe it was when he first met you when you bumped into him wearing a disguise. Or maybe it was when he saw you later that day without your disguise and recognized your voice as you beat up him and his co-workers in a desperate attempt to escape from the SSS. It doesn't matter how you guys met, just remember he fell really hard.

Yuri always knows when there's something up with you. If your sad he'll comfort you with anything you need; a hot drink, blanket, comfort movie, a eight-foot-tall teddy bear, he has it all for you.

He likes buying you little trinkets such as necklaces or little keychains. He swoons whenever he sees that you're putting his gifts to use.

He loves your cooking! You can be a terrible or great cook; any food is better than Yor's.

Memorizes your schedule then perfectly plans a coincidental encounter between you two where you both can hang out.

If you ever get in a fight with someone, he'll always have your back (physical fight or verbal). Even if you're in the wrong, he'll never even think of retreating. He doesn't believe you can do anything wrong once you guys get into a relationship.

Will drop down on his knees and ask to marry you when he sees you and Yor laughing together.

Saiki Kusuo

You were a new student at PK Academy, so of course everyone got riled up to meet you. The girls wanted to know if you were smart or kind and the boys wanted to know if you're prettier than Teruhashi.

At first Kusuo tries to stay far away from you, but that never works for him as well all know. He has no choice but to accept you as Kaido and Nendo has already taken a liking to you (you were nice to Kaidou and Nendou considers everyone a buddy).

He's not as annoyed with your company as he is with the others and after a lot of thinking and rejecting his feelings, he finally comes to terms that the almighty Saiki Kusuo has fallen in love with a mere mortal.

Your relationship is extremely normal and low-maintenced that nobody would've known you guys were dating until they realized you were with him 24/7. It's to the point if somebody needed you, they'd go looking for pink hair in a crowd or go to Kusuo's house.

Three months into the relationship everyone in the friend group finally found out you were dating when Nendou asked if you're dating because you were always around each other. Teruhashi ended up heartbroken while all the guys were dumbfounded but supportive.

Kusuo isn't very romantic as his whole life he never had feelings for anyone and always thought love was bothersome. Now he thinks it's "meh" (that's the best you'll get from him).

If you're able to distract Teruhashi from him then he'll smile at you, maybe even thank you.

He wouldn't even realize how much he exactly liked you until Kusuke was in town and decided to poke fun at his brother for having a girlfriend, always third-wheeling you both and sneakily flirting with you (Kusuo almost slammed Kusuke's head into the wall for that).

If his headpiece controllers somehow get pulled out, broken, or lost, he'll steer clear from you. He doesn't want you to get hurt from his powers because he can't control them in that state.

You guys go on coffee jelly dates regularly.

His family loves you. His mom teaches you recipes and cried the first time you met her. His dad asked if Kusuo brainwashed you, but was very welcoming nonetheless (brainwashed or not). Kusuke, as said earlier, loves to use you to mock Kusuo and get a reaction out of him.

The relationship you two have is very comfortable and little pressure.

He doesn't like PDA but he'll hold your hand every once in a while if you're in a big crowd or long line (never in school though, he doesn't need that type of attention).

Saiki Kusuke

He is as obsessed as he is towards trying to win against Kusuo.

You're most likely dumber than him (not in a mean way), he just likes knowing the power imbalance you two have.

He's a moderate level of romantic, giving you flowers and chocolates every once in a while or for a special occasion, but he kicks it up a few notch when he's visiting his family so he can rub it into Kusuo's face that he got a girlfriend before Kusuo could.

He's an evil genius, you might be used as a test subject.

He'll really appreciate and love if you help out with his experiments or theories, even if he's just telling you what to do.

He asked you out by doing a survey.

"On the scale of 0-10, how much do you love me?"

"Uh, 9?"

"Close enough to 10. We're now in a romantic relationship, you cannot resist."

"Okay...?"

While his life goals and motives are questionable, he'll at least make sure that you're safe while committing his chaotic plans.

Sometimes you have to force-feed him sleeping pills so he can finally take a break from his work. Instead of being mad, he's so enamored that you would go so far as to drugging him to make him relax and care for his wellbeing. When he wakes up he'll take the day off and spend time with you.

He likes when you wear his scientist coat.

His parents also love you. His mom cried joy and hugged you when she saw you, and his dad thought that you were brainwashed from one of Kusuke's experiments (Kusuke thought of it when he first met you, but he didn't want your personality to change so he didn't go through with it). Kusuo doesn't care about you, even if Kusuke is mocking Kusuo about not having a girlfriend, all of Kusuo's anger is directed towards Kusuke.

He'll make you a mood necklace so he knows how you're feeling (a real one, not the 1-5 dollar ones you'd find in gift shops). Of course, he can just look at your body language and listen to your tone, but the mood necklace just makes things so easier (and he wanted to make you something sweet).

He has no shame holding your hand or kissing you in public. He'll treat you to expensive restaurants and clothes because he makes a lot of money with his job.

Toritsuka Reita

We all know he's a pervert. The first encounter you guys had he told you your guardian spirit as well as what color panties you wore thanks to the ghosts. After doing a quick check of your panties in the bathroom, you were very impressed instead of being grossed out like the other girls were.

You guys became friends pretty quick. Toritsuka has a very likable and funny personality when he's not being a pervert.

When you guys eventually started dating after Toritsuka's 100th confession, Saiki silently betted how long the relationship would last. It's lasted longer than 24 hours, so he lost.

Toritsuka is over the moon that you agreed on being his girlfriend. You can never be alone now, he's always with you.

He tried doing a small show for you by having the ghosts use his body but the ghosts got too carried away and wouldn't give his body back. After a scolding from you and Kusuo he didn't do it again.

Surprisingly, his perverted tendencies died down with other girls but increased with you. Your reputation in school is rivaling Teruhashi's because you saved every girl from Toritsuka's harassment.

He plans dates with you but he's really clumsy so they always fail somehow.

You thought he insulted you once but he was talking to his guardian spirit, Nendou's dad.

If you help him with his chores at his family's temple, he'll get down on his knees and do anything you want.

He convinces you to join his club, the Occult Club, solely in hopes that you'll cling onto him whenever you get scared (sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't).

Sometimes he gets jealous when you're hanging out with Saiki or Kaido (Kaido took Yumehara from him). You'll have to hit him to quiet his pouting since he's being very hypocritical at the moment.

He may be a pervert, but you love him and his energetic side.

He's golden retriever energy. If you have black cat energy he'll be head over heels for you because of your chill and laid-back personality. He'll still be obsessed with you if you also have golden-retriever energy because you go along with his stupid plans and pranks and actually entertain his dumb questions a real thought-out answer.

Support him and his band. It may be terrible at first, but practice makes perfect.

Kazuichi Soda

Another man who is also obsessed with you. You have to be amazing to break his infatuation from Sonia and instead have it directed it towards you.

If you're an ultimate in the killing game, he's going to be around you 24/7 to make sure you're okay and not dead.

Insists on sleeping in the same cabin so you don't get murdered in your sleep.

He finds flowers on the island and brings them to you with heart eyes.

When someone tries to place blame on you as the killer Kazuichi will defend you tooth and nail, blood and sweat to prove that you're not the blackened. He's surprisingly backed up by mountains of evidence to prove that you were with him the whole time and that you're both not the blackened.

Will defend you against Hiyoko's relentless teasing (bullying).

He'll shield your eyes if you both discover a dead body.

If you knew him before the killing game, he's full-on obsessed about you. He knows all of your hobbies, likes and dislikes, all of it.

He tries to learn more about your ultimate (if you have one) with you.

If you're a normal high school student with no ultimate, he'll probably grow to loving you because of your interest in machines. You often asks him questions to the point he brings you to his shop and teaches you himself how to fix an engine or identify a problem. It's great bonding time.

You'll never have to pay for a mechanic again.

His smile is precious. Please compliment him.

He'll be shopping and end up buying at least ten things because they reminded him of you and he wants to gift them to you.

One of the most loyal men out there. He doesn't know other women exist on the world once he met you.

He loves it when you take off his beanie and wear it, or even better, pet his hair.

Playful love bites are exchanged between the two of you in private.

Help him braid that one piece in his hair. He's in paradise being so close to you while you brush and braid his hair.

He's definitely the guy to buy matching shirts or pajamas.

Fuyuhiko has almost punched Kazuichi multiple times by hearing Kazuichi obsess over you as his brain melts. Whenever Fuyuhiko hears your name now he panics a little inside because he's afraid Kazuichi is around and will start another obsessive rant.

Dazai Osamu

You definitely get frustrated with him a lot. Especially when he tries to kill himself.

If you don't like his suicidal tendencies, he'll tone it down a tiny bit when he's around you.

Dazai's an interesting character because of his obsession with death since he believes it'll help him discover the concept human nature. Once you understand this, distract him with ideas and hobbies that make life worth living.

Read some books to him. Dazai might complain about it at first, but at night he'll listen to the stories and fall asleep dreaming about them instead of death.

In private, he's a little more quiet and worn down. The events at the agency tuckers him out so at night he'll peacefully lay down with you and tell you about his day. Please pet his hair and tell him how much he means to you. He really needs to hear it.

Cook him breakfast, bring him some nice breakfast in bed. Dazai would be so touched at this because you care enough to make sure he's fed that you woke up early to cook for him.

If you're an agent in the agency, he'll always be watching your back. He might be playful and make a bunch of jokes, but he's very serious about you being injured in battle. He knows you can fend for yourself, but he'd rather himself be in bandages than you.

Dazai realized he fell for you when you both were taking a train to a town for your next case. It was dusk outside and you were starting to fall asleep on the window. He swore nothing looked more beautiful than orange on you as your reflection showed two of you, both nodding off to sleep.

Dazai is always excited when he sees you. Injured or not, he'll raise his hands and run to you for a hug, engulfs you in his chest as he goes on about how much he missed you and how mean Kunikida was to him.

He likes PDA. He'll always been seen either holding your hand, waist, or having an arm slung around your shoulder.

When you both have time off he'll take you around town for some window-shopping. It's just nice to be out of the house with you.

If you're out to eat, you should go to a seafood restaurant. He loves crab. He'll order alcohol but you have to put a limit to it so he doesn't try to give himself alcohol poisoning.

Sometimes he has nightmares about Oda, be there to comfort him.

He knows it's hard to date him. You being able to put up with him just makes him fall even more in love with you. He'll never let you go.

"Til death do us part" is no such thing with him. Even after, you both will always be together.

Nagisa Shiota

Reframe from calling him pretty. He very much is pretty, but it brings up bad memories with him and his mom.

He'll very much enjoy it if you gently brush his hair. When he cuts his long hair after graduating from high school, he'll still allow you to brush his hair.

Help him with his notes on Korosensei. It's a fun little hobby of his so he enjoys sharing it with you (and it helps prevent the extinction of the end of the world, or at least that's what class 3-E is under the impression of).

Speaking of class 3-E, however you ended up in the End Class, Nagisa will help you improve on whatever it was that got you there in the first place whether it be grades, delinquent activity, or just sleeping too much in class.

If you dislike English, he'll help you with it since it's his favorite subject. If you're good at science, he'd really appreciate your help because it's his least favorite subject.

Every weekend you and Nagisa meet up and have a coffee date, talking about each other and how to kill Korosensei.

You both train with each other. Nagisa helps you with hand-to-hand combat and you help him with his marksmanship.

After graduation, you and Nagisa end up moving in together. You're very supportive of his decision to become a teacher for delinquents.

He's not very big on PDA, but he will occasionally hold your hand or hug you.

Whatever your dreams are, he's really supportive and helps you to succeeding.

You both like to people-watch and put genuine thoughts in their lives. It's a fun little thing to do and it's very entertaining.

You'll stand up to Karma's and Rio's relentless teasing about Nagisa's androgynous looks, he really appreciates it and thanks you for coming to his defense.

Your door is ways open if he needs to get away from his house and mom. You guys spend a lot of nights sleeping together in the same bed and talking about life.

Karma Akabane

You need to keep him on a leash the way he's always disappearing and starting trouble.

If you're shorter than him, he loves to tease you about your height. If you're taller than him, he'll grab your shirt and pull you down to his height and make a teasing comment.

He likes superhero movies and will watch them with you. You'll have movie marathons on his couch as he explains to you some backstory about the characters, their powers, and etc.

He'll try to have you ditch class with him. Sometimes he succeeds, sometimes he doesn't.

Because he gets into fights often, he has quite a few enemies, so he'll always have a watchful eye on you in case they try to target you.

He invites you to his house often. You guys hang there a lot because his parents are wealthy and traveling a lot.

He might make stupid decisions like getting himself into fights for fun, but he's smart academically and he'll help you study (with a cost, of course).

When you train with Karma, he'll point out your weak spots. He's ruthless when you're training but he just wants you to be prepared in case you're in a sticky situation and have to end up fighting.

He'll convince you to help him do pranks on Korosensei.

Canonly, his most prized possession (other than you) is a collection of spices from around the world. By having this, there's a good chance he's a good cook and will cook food for the both of you (maybe even lunch if he doesn't feel like buying it from the school).

Since he works as a bureaucrat as an adult, his schedule is tough and crowded. On his days off he'll make sure to spend every second of it with you.

Compliment his eyes, it'll get him flustered.

If you retort with your own teasing comment when he decides to mess with you, he'll be slightly impressed and bark back, resulting in a little friendly competition between the two of you.

Sometimes he won't pay attention in class (or ditch entirely) so give him your notes. He'll act like he doesn't need it but he's more grateful than you think.

Thank you for requesting! I really enjoyed making this!

I hoped you enjoyed this fanfic and thank you for your requests and support! Feel free to ask for anything else or any other characters from my masterlist! This applies to everyone reading, follower or not!

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muvaginger · 3 months

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“The Bet”

Boyfriend!SanemiShinazugawaXBlackReader

TW: Cursing, SFW themes & Fluff 🖤

“I’m sorry, will NEVER bitch about how long you take in the bathroom again, baby girl.”

“Mhm” you say while holding back a chuckle. You and Sanemi have been dating for almost a year and this will be the first time he helps you with your hair. From taking down your braids to detangling and prepping it to be washed, this is the most he has ever been hands on and he’s regretting taking you up on doing it himself.

Early that week, he started complaining about how much time you would take in the bathroom when getting ready even though he takes two hours just to shit and after a little bit of back and forth, he challenged you. “I can do your hair in half the time. Ain’t no way it takes you that long.” He scoffs while you roll your eyes and cross your arms.

“Oh yeah? Bet. This Saturday is my hair day AND our date night. You can do it ALL if you’re so confident.” You retort. “Shit, let’s make this into a bet. I won and prove you wrong, you have to wear that new lingerie that I bout you underneath your dress.” He smirks while imaging you in such attire. “Alright, if I win which I WILL, you’ll have to not just kiss my feet and apologize , you’ll have to do my hair forever.”

He bites the bait, not knowing that this is something you know for certain you will win. And not just that, you know that once he actually sees and goes through the process, he will not just have more knowledge but he will be more understanding towards you. As the rest of the week goes by, you’re not just excited but curious as to what he thinks goes into taking care of your hair. After all, there’s many stereotypes and micro transgressions he’s pricked up in life and you want to see how he reacts to everything.

Saturday rolls around and he’s smitten, thinking that he will surely win this bet. You let him, because the when the realization and hand cramps sets in that smirk on his face will be wiped off. And as expected, it was. He wasn’t just flabbergasted but intrigued into silence. As you directed him on what product to use first and how to apply it to each section of hair, you can see the wheels in his head turning at speeds he didn’t know possible. As he watched you do a section for an example, you couldn’t help but smirk at how regrettable he was at ever challenging you to this and slowly watched him go from frustration to understanding to asking questions.

You were patient with him and during the process encouraging him to continue which greatly helped and when he finally got it right, cheered for him. He doesn’t have to say anything for you to know that your praises made him happy, you can see it in his eyes.

By the end, it took a total of four hours to complete your hair and Sanemis hands where hurting more than he has ever experienced. Looking at him in the mirror you crossed your arms and looked at him. “Well?” You say in a taunting manner. “Think you can do this faster than me now?” He stated at your head and then back at you with with a look of disbelief. “Hell no I can’t! I don’t know how you have the patience to do this every week! Then you have to get dressed up afterwards? Fuck no! I wish I would have known sooner I could have help-“

He stops himself realizing that you won the bet and gently pulls your head back to kiss you on the forehead. “Im sorry, princess.” He says while grabbing your favorite bonnet from its designated hanger. He soon leaves and heads to your closet, seeing as part of the bet was to choose your clothes. “I’ll start helping you more.” You nod your head, smiling and rise up from the chair. Ever since, he’s been getting better with doing your hair and now appreciates what you do just to look good for not just yourself, but himself to.

As you watch your boyfriend at your closet a few months later trying to match outfits with you, you chuckle at the memory of his first time and how that little bet made him a more understanding human being.

“Baby girl, you listening to me? Which one do you like?” Sanemi says while holding up the neck ties.

“Hm? Sorry nothing—I like the navy blue better” you answer back while trying to come back from your thoughts.

He smiles and goes ahead and puts it on, ushering you to help him. You both smile at each other and then fix his tie. He softly grabs your chin bends down to kiss your cheek. “Ready for me to take down your wrap?” He asks while loosening the knot in the back. You nod, and you both head back to the bathroom smiling.

“I love you”

“I love you too, baby girl”

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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 1 year

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aggy ass boys who fell in love with you ever since you ‘beat his ass’ for touching your hair.

We know as young black girls raised by our mothers they always tell us to never let anybody touch our hair—never🙅🏾‍♀️.

So fast forward to you telling him to stop twice after tugging on your hair, who doesn’t take heed to your warning tugs on it again extra hard, harder than the other times, your arm comes barreling forward, palm connecting with his face.

“I told you to stop so many times just leave me alone.” You scurry off not wanting to be caught and punished leaving him behind, who’s face turned red for two reasons that day.

After that he never touched your hair and followed behind you quietly wherever he could, face turning a peach shade whenever you side eyed him. That was the day he knew he fell in love.

Bakugo, Inasa, Sanemi, Inosuke, Eren, Connie, Reiner, Hanma, Sanzu, Arthur Boyle, Aoi, Gojo

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

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urarakasdiary · 2 years

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-SOULMATES (2)

Muzan Kibutsuji x reader

Tengen knew he had fucked up

The wives looked at him weirdly. He whispered to them to go inside and leave them alone for a while. They nod and go inside leaving the two of them. "[name] I'm sorry"

She couldn't even look at him. she wanted to scream and cry and hit him, but she didn't. "ill promise to never do this again [name] please just forgive me" he said sitting next to her and rubbing her back.

she didn't forgive him but she told him a classic "yeah sure ok" Tengen thought it was enough and smiled at her. little did he know she was still very mad at him.

After 3 days of Tengen and his wives to staying home, they had to leave. the wives didn't say goodbye as usual. Uzui hugged you and tried to give you a kiss but you turned your head around and he had to kiss your cheek. he was in disarray by your action and he tried to console you but his crow didn't allow it. you scrubbed your cheek super hard after that.

"I'll come home early today ok?" he said hugging [name] again and successfully giving her a kiss on the lips.

It was the evening now, [name] got dressed up. she had decided to go to the festival alone. when she reached the festival she wanted to cry. there were so many couples deeply in love, happily eating and talking.

she wanted to cry. she knew Tengen would never give her that type of love ever again. Then she started herself as a woman altogether. she started crying just thinking about her marriage. [name] started making her way home, still crying. Of course, no one cared about her, they just gave her strange looks.

but there was someone. someone who cared for her in the crowd. Our demon king Muzan. [name] didn't even notice him. but he did. it was as if time slowed down for him when you walked past him. that sweet scent and melodious heartbeat. had his past lover really been reincarnated? When he was about to call for you his human daughter called out for him and he had to go. he would come for you tomorrow.

It was now the next day. Tengen and the three others would arrive home today. they would be tired so you wanted to make them a warm dinner. you made your way to the market for some last-minute shopping for dinner. then you saw more couples shopping together. you thought about your marriage. if you could see into the future you about never marry him.

[name] was so lost in thought that she didn't notice the vegetables dropping from her bag. Luckily Kibutsuji was there, "excuse me miss you dropped something" she turned around to meet the red-eyed man. "oh Im very sorry" she replied. oh, how happy Muzan was by hearing that sweet voice of yours again. he kneeled down picking up the tomatoes.

You continued to conversate with him, you have never felt happier. while talking to him, there was something familiar with him almost like you had seen him or talked to him before. but you couldn't pinpoint it.

time went quicker when you were with him. You two got along so well that he even won you a pretty little clip from the claw machines at the festival. he was so sweet! if only Uzui was like him.

as he placed the pin on your hair, you felt how unnaturally cold he was

"oh it looks like it's late I shall head home now" you spoke as you smiled.

"of course, we could meet another day. it's really late now its dangerous to go alone let me accompany you"

"you're too sweet! alright let's go"

it was weird that you were taking a stranger to your home. but does it really matter? it's not like he could get inside your home after all.

while walking to your home, Kibutsuji kept the mood up by making various conversations that kept you interested. "well this is my stop" you said. "ok. goodnight sleep well uhh.." Muzan spoke

"its [name] what about yours," you asked him "you can call me KIbutsuji" he smiled "oh ok, Kibutsuji I hope you have good sleep"

after he left you went inside and started cooking dinner. You were so much happier now. meanwhile, Uzui wanted to get home as soon as possible and grab his love, his wife his [name]. When the trio arrived they saw you, they saw how you were so much cheerier and even singing a song while cooking.

you were even wearing perfume, your hair was done, and your makeup looked lovely. and he saw the pin she was wearing. the pin Muzan won for her. Tengen immediately started assuming that his wife was cheating on him. he grew angry.

later on, Uzui once again left [name] out and went to the festival with the other three. they got into an argument about it and he brought up how she was cheating on him with another man.

"YOU'VE PROBABLY BEEN CHEATING ON ME THIS ENTIRE RELATIONSHIP [NAME]!!! YOU'RE A FUCKING WHORE. THAT HAIRPIN YOU'RE WEARING IT MUST HAVE BEEN WON BY A MAN FOR YOU!!"

"whore...?" [name] had tears in her eyes uzui immediately tried apologizing but she had enough of this. this was her time to fight back.

"AM I A FUCKING WHORE FOR WANTING TO LOOK PRETTY FOR ONCE? THIS PIN? YES, A MAN WON IT FOR ME. DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY? I WAS FUCKING CRYING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET TENGEN!!"

"BECAUSE OF YOU! I WAS CRYING BECAUSE OF OUR FAILED MARRIAGE. THIS MAKEUP? I WANTED TO LOOK PRETTY FOR YOU! SINCE YOU WON'T EVEN ACKNOWLEDGE ME!! AND THIS PERFUME, IS IT A CRIME THAT YOU WANT TO SMELL NICE?"

Tengen was in tears hearing those aggressive words leave your mouth. he did deserve it.

"I've had enough Tengen I think its time we part ours ways, you enjoy your life" said [name]

"no please [name] I promise I will trust you! please just don't leave me" Uzui got down on his knees begging for you to stay. "I'm sorry Uzui but its over"

she made her way to her room, leaving Uzui and the three wives crying. well not exactly the three wives, they didn't even know you properly it was Tengen himself crying his eyes off.

You had to sleep in Tengen's estate today. it was already midnight and there would be demons outside. Only if you knew that you shouldn't worry about that since your lover was their ruler.

that night you had the weirdest dreams ever. almost like a rewind of your past life, you saw the same man you called your friend killing so many people, and you learned his name Muzan Kibutsuji.

The next day, you waited till evening to move. the new 'friend' you met at the festival yesterday told you that he'll be at the festival when the sun sets and you wanted to go with him.

Tengen and the trio had another mission somewhere nearby yesterday and left after your argument so they would be back by this evening. as you were about to leave they arrived. he begged you not to leave but you refused, alas he had to set you free. it was his fault after all.

after meeting up with Kibutusuji you went to a bar to get some drinks. You told him everything that had unfolded in your home and he seemed to genuinely care. "you know Kibutsuji, I really like you" he seemed shocked. yes, you did drink but it was not enough to get you drunk. it must've been an honest thing.

he took you to a hotel, and it happened so fast. All the unreleased love just unraveled itself and for the first time ever you actually made love with someone.

in the middle of the session, you uttered his full name. He froze and started choking you! he asked you how you knew his name. Out of complete fear you told him about the dream you had about him and that you knew he was a demon but you couldn't stop loving him. he cried after those pretty little sentences. he has never felt so loved ever before.

It's now been 2 months since you and Muzan have been together. Now there's even a little half-demon half-human baby growing inside your tummy! you were so happy with him. who knew demons could love this well.

one day, when Muzan was gone with work or something you had gone to the market to buy some baby clothes for your little one. Unfortunately for you, there were demon slayers nearby. one of them being Tanjiro.

hellloo! thank you for reading part 2 of Soulmates. thank you for reading and please leave a like and a repost that would be very helpful!!👯‍♀️💖 special thank you to @z3r0art for this wonderful request and happy Halloween! 👻✨

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Vexing Love

Sanemi x Florist!Fem!Reader

18+

For @captaineelliee

Request: "SO BASICALLY READER IS A FLORIST — LOVES EVERYTHING FLOWERS. LOVES NATURE. SHE VEGAN. AND THEN DADDY SANEMI OVER HERE IS *EHEM EHEM* ALLERGIC TO POLLEN 😍 YES POLLEN. HE’S INTO HER OBVIOUSLY BUT HOW CAN HE GET NEAR HER WHEN SHES ALWAYS SURROUNDED WITH FLOWERS AND POLLEN GETS ONTO HER CLOTHES LIKE EVERYTIME"

This request was soooooo cute to work on 😭 I went through about 100000 plot ideas just to get to this one bc I literally could not choose lmaoooo, hope you enjoy the one i chose! 😉

Sfw Warnings: Fluff, enemies to lovers, tsundere (both sides), crushes, Sanemi has allergies, allergies are curable in this universe idk science, science doesn't exist, awkwardness, yn is mean cuz she desperately needs ****, yn then gatekeep girlboss gaslights her way into some ****

Nsfw Warnings: Suggestive comments, pining, Smut, oral sex, blow jobs, hand jobs, cunnilingus, dry humping, vaginal sex, creampies, cockwarming, praise kink, degradation kink, body worship

10.7k Words

Breathe.

Just breathe for now. Breath until it's time to turn the corner. Breath until you can't even hold it anymore. Breathe.

Almost there, he'd just have to hold it in his lungs for a moment, nothing more. And even then, what was a whiff or two? Nothing he couldn't handle. He was just popping in for a quick visit.

He wrapped around the building slowly, taking his time with deep, precious breathes and savoring the cool air. Spring was always so pleasant even if the lingering scent of florals and pollen stung his lungs like acid. The moment he caught a whiff of the sweet perfume, he swallowed, clutching his breathe in his throat like air under water. He was good at hiding his weaknesses. He'd had plenty of practice.

When his mauve eyes finally met hers, he rose to life.

It was like something clicked in his brain every time he saw her, as if just being near her got his gears turning. Being with her was like chewing taffy. It was kind of hard to eat and always stuck to your teeth, super annoying, but somehow you always grabbed for that second piece, deeming the rich, savory flavor worth all the trouble. She smiled when she saw him.

"Well hey you," she leered, a single brow raised as she fluffed up the daisies that laid on the front table at the entrance of her shop. "You finally gonna buy something or are you just here to nag? I'm gonna start charging you by the minute y'know." The sly sparkle in her eye made his gut twist, sweat beginning to collect in his already clammy palms. He shoved them into his pocket before she could see.

"Nah, just here to see if this place is still fuckin' dead like it always is. No surprises there."

She scoffed, turning her head away in distaste, her hair wagging to the side so gently he wanted to fucking touch it, to run his hands through it and mess it all up. He didn't care if it smelled like flowers either. He'd enjoy either way.

"You're such an asshole! Maybe if you'd stop scaring away all my customers, I'd get more business," she hissed at him. He laughed at the insult, forcing himself to move along with it, despite the thoughts that ate at him slowly.

She thinks you're ugly

He shook his head of the stupid assumption, instead lingering to stare at today's attire. She wore purple today, a soft shade of lavender that went quite nicely with the hair piece she dawned. The homemade fabric clung tightly to her figure, the grains tastefully swirling around her body in the uniform pattern. The sleeves of this yukata seemed to be floral themed as well as the ends tattered along into delicate petal shapes. He liked this one more than her others. It was -

"Flashy."

She turned to him with a confused look, eye twitching. "What did you just say?"

"You look flashy," he repeated curtly, casting his eyes away. Compliments were hard to make, so she should appreciate that he put in the effort honestly.

"Flashy?"

"Yeah."

"So I look too flashy to you?" she inquired, crossing her arms and cocking her hip with a glare. This wasn't going how he thought it would. Shouldn't she be thanking him or something?

"Uh no," he shrugged, "just the right amount."

She turned away from him, bundles of flowers in her arms that were wilted and grey, ready to be thrown out, comically mirroring her patience. He could see the clench to her jaw and strain to her temple.

"You're so... - so clueless!" She stomped off angrily into the shop.

Sanemi was taken aback by her vexed response, hesitantly going in after her. He hadn't even noticed how scratchy his throat and nose had gotten with his distraction. How was she angry? He'd heard Tengen give his wives that line over a million times, and they practically dropped their panties on the spot. Did he say it wrong or something?

"What did I do?" he called after her.

"Let me guess, you're gonna say I smell weird again too?" she remarked, recalling the instance he'd first met her all that time ago when he'd said the damning words, so unused to the smell of roses as he'd avoided them without a second thought. But he hadn't had a reason risk the exposure then.

He felt bad, truly. He didn't want her to think he was insulting her. He didn't want the relationship his parents had, his father constantly demeaning his mother to keep her confidence low enough that she always saw him as better than. Sanemi wanted to make her feel good about herself! She deserved praise from time to time.

"It was a compliment!"

"In what world?" she asked dramatically. He could see how her posture was cringed now, as if to hide herself from him. But the stance was short-lived as she turned back around, finished with dumping her spoiled product.

"You're lucky I don't care what you think," she announced, fixing her hair, "Because I know I look good."

He pinched the bridge of nose and sighed. No, she was lucky she was fun to be around sometimes, or he wouldn't even give her the time of day.

He intended to continue their bickering until he'd felt his throat close, the spacing narrow and whistling with every breathe. He shut his mouth quickly, turning the way he came and walking away, trying to seem as unbothered as possible. (Y/n) noticed his fleeing when he was already halfway around the corner.

"Sanemi? Sanemi, where are you going?!" She continued to call after him, but he went on, his face shifting to red.

He inserted the syringe into himself containing his "medicine" when he reached the safety of the foliage, calming himself and controlling his breathing until his felt his lungs open up again.

Shinazugawa held his own in a normal natural environment, and when his allergies did manage to act up on occasion, he'd always had some light treatments on hand. But being surrounded by pure allergens was something he couldn't handle in excess, his tolerance getting worse and worse with each visit.

When he'd first met her, his endurance was acceptable. He'd managed to survive when the crazy woman had dragged him into her shop for the first time on his routine town visit, pressuring him to buy something. And when he'd denied her, throwing his little insult of her smell, he assumed that would be his cause of death rather than his allergy. From then on, every time he'd pass by, she always berated him, hurling offense after offense at him. He hadn't responded the first few times, but eventually it got to him. The short arguments grew into long visits of banter. He was retired, so it wasn't like he had anywhere to be anyway. And her company was nice sometimes. She wasn't always annoying. She occasionally gave a warm side comment about his glowing complexion that day or lended an ear when he wanted to rant about how stupid his "friends" were. While she always gave him shit about his "animal-based diet" and a lecture about becoming vegetarian, he'd also admired her passion about those things, how fired up she'd get when she'd see someone eating a piece of meat with no remorse. It was... kinda cute.

And he had become addicted far before he'd realized it, his day ruined whenever he hadn't seen her in a while or saw something that reminded him of her. And he knew his feelings had to be true when he went to fucking Uzui for help. His assistance was as useless as it was embarrassing, essentially telling him to dick her down as soon as possible. His wives had given him some genuine advice on his way out, but damn was that guy a pain to deal with.

But even with his recognition of his own heart, it wasn't like his weakness took the hint. He could hardly handle ten minutes being around her now, his lungs becoming so swelled that it nearly killed him each time. He wanted to live to see his life with her, if it were possible. And he decided to finally do something about it.

"I suppose there is something I can do," voiced Kanao, the girl sorting through her collection of herbs and remedies. Thankfully the Butterfly Estate had been fairly calm today, allowing him the audience he needed.

"While you may still have the occasional reaction, I have a thirty-day schedule of injections that get your immune system used to the allergen while simultaneously reinforcing it," she explained gently. She reminded him of the Kochos a lot these days. "But there are some drawbacks. The beginning may be a bit much to bear through, but over time the effects should calm. You must take it every morning at relatively the same time, and please give your body time to recuperate. You need stay away from any histamines for at least a week, as well. This includes any dander, molds, or pollen."

He gulped anxiously.

"That's just advice thought, right?"

She blinked confused, looking him in the eye.

"No."

On the walk home, he readied his excuses for when he saw the florist next. She'd no doubt grill him for answers when he'd have to ghost her for the next few days. He was busy? No, no she wouldn't accept that. She'd believe it, but she'd be angry at him for not giving her any attention for so long. He was sick? Maybe, but she would definitely look down on him for being so weak as to need recuperation time. But it wouldn't even matter how mad she'd be at him for his absence. He'd finally be able to prolong his time with her. Take her out on dates. Cuddle together. Do... other stuff together. It would take time to build up the relationship, but he had no doubt that she returned his feelings. He saw the way she looked at him, the way she'd purse her lips and flush when her eyes fell to his fit chest, the way she'd bat her lashes at him when she'd catch him studying her as well. She'd even told him that she only liked big, stupid guys. He definitely wasn't stupid, but he got the idea.

It would only be a matter of time now before it was all possible. Almost there.

She brewed over his disappearance, questioning why Shinazugawa had been gone all of five days now. Surely, she hadn't hurt his feelings that much the last time she'd seen him. But maybe it was a possibility as her mother had always complained of how rude she was. But Sanemi was used to it by now, right? Okay, perhaps she was a bit mean, but he was just so stupid sometimes! Flashy? That was considered a compliment to him? It was his fault for not knowing better.

But, none-the-less, she pouted, joylessly selling to a few customers before deciding to close up shop early today. She should go give him a visit. Just to make sure he's alive, of course. Not because she missed him or anything...

This was torture. He remembered that Kanao had said it was gonna get bad but not this bad. Even he was struggling, and he'd been tortured by demons for fuck's sake. He hacked all day, his skin rashed up, he had to take several trips to the bath to steam his swollen throat open enough so he could breathe. It made sense why he couldn't get more exposure to aggitants. It probably would've killed him.

But he kept going, reminding himself of why this was all worth it. How amazing it would be to sniff her hair and kiss her lips. How soft she would feel in his hands and against his calloused, rough flesh. He wanted to know how her neck tasted, how her perfume smelled when it wasn't suffocating him. He'd spend all of eternity just studying her and everything that made her so... so... vexing.

A knock at his door tore him from his fantasies. Who the hell could that be? He left the bathroom, staggering toward the door and fixing his falling robe simultaneously. Was it Kanao? But she was always so busy, why the hell would she come out here?

Sanemi weakly opened the door, eyes going wide.

"Surprise!"

He stumbled back, throwing a hand over his nose and mouth. Just the slight breeze that came, wafting her scent to him was enough to make him choke. Oh, fuck that hurt.

"I thought you were dead or something, so I came to check on you! I know, I'm so nice," (Y/n) purred, obviously pleased with herself. "I brought flowers just in case you'd need a quick burial - Lilies! Always gotta be prepared, y'know?" She shoved them toward him carelessly, distracted with his horrid appearance.

"What the hell happened to you?" she questioned, her eyes scrunching in disgust. He looked like he actually had died.

"G-get out..." he croaked, feebly pushing her away. His vision began to get blurry with his poorly received oxygen.

"You need help 'Nems. Let me-"

"No!" he shouted abruptly, the woman flinching back in shock. She'd never actually heard him... yell at her before.

"G-get the f-fuck outta here!" He pushed at her again, causing her to trip back and fall onto the graveled path. Tears stung her eyes as her bottom bruised. He turned back to the door, tossing the bundle of lilies away onto the dirt and slugging back into the house, coughing violently as he went.

Another wave of daze passed through her body as he slammed the door closed, the loud sound sending a jolt up her spine. Her mouth still hung open.

It seemed like years before she slowly rose up, body still trembling. Her walk home was silent. But not literal silence, the journey would've been silent regardless since it would've been only herself as company - this was mindless, empty, meaningless, lifeless silence. Not a single thought managed to pass through her skull, her movements relying solely on muscle-memory. Her mouth still hung open.

Only when she had reached her own doorstep did the waterworks start. Tears never stopped flowing as she sadly waddled to her bed and fell to it, harshly sobbing into her pillow.

He had never yelled at her like that before. Ever. Not even when she'd thrown dirt down the back of his shirt or doused him with pot water. By the time she'd woken up from crying herself to sleep, her eyes were puffy and red, her mouth dry and bitter. She'd barely managed to carry herself into work, her face downcast and miserable, very few customers coming to visit. But she couldn't care less.

His symptoms thankfully calmed down in the following days, his lungs opening up and skin clearing. He forced himself to relax through it, stopping his brain from replaying what had happened until he would be able to properly cringe at his own actions. And when he had gotten better and able-bodied, God was it awful. Was he harsh with her? Yes. Was it necessary? ...Yes? How else would he have gotten her to go away? Had he been any more gentle, she would've fought her way into the house, and he would've keeled over dead. Being an asshole was manditory sometimes.

But, he knew every dirty dead should be met with a good one when it came to women, so here he was, on his was to say he was sorry or whatever. It'd been a week like Kanao had said, so he could tolerate being around her for a second.

"Your boyfriend is coming," squealed the old woman from the shop next to hers, the lady's lips curled like a cat's.

"Huh?" (Y/n) snapped from her expressionless state of plucking the petals off sunflowers.

"That tall man with the scars you're always hanging around - I saw him in town buying candies when I'd gotten my groceries. I think he's coming this way!"

Oh fuck!

She bolted into her shop, finding a mirror to do some quick makeup and fix her hair. Thank goodness she'd made herself dress nice today. She wasn't about to dump him looking like a slob.

The girl came out just in time to catch a glimpse of him turning the corner, her appearance put together and pretty.

"Hey," she heard next to her. Her eyes flickering to him slowly then turning back. She resumed weaving together bouquets at her bench.

Sanemi scoffed at her obvious silent treatment. It didn't help that she looked so fucking hot today, her dress a dark shade of green with red accents that matched her lipstick. Fuck, here he was getting turned on when he needed to apologize.

"Uh, sorry about the other day. I was, uhm.... sick." He held the box of sweets out to her, a cute pink bow tied at the top. When she didn't take it, he set it down on the table adjacent to her.

(Y/n) pressed her wobbling lips together, still refusing to look at him before getting up and going to the table. She swiftly pushed it into the store and pulled closed the doors, locking them and gathering her things. She couldn't do this. Tears were already threatening her waterline before he'd even started talking. She couldn't tell him off with her mascara was running. How pathetic would that have been?

He followed after her, muddled by her strange behavior, or lack thereof. "Where are you going?" the man demanded.

It was easy to think of something hurtful to respond.

"I have a date." She walked slowly, giving him ample time to catch up.

His teeth nearly broke with tension. He was next to her instantaneously, far closer than she wanted him to be. She turned away so he wouldn't witness her glazed eyes.

"A date?"

"Yep."

"A fuckin' date?"

She didn't answer any further, only continuing to stroll about and praying that he wouldn't follow her all the way. Of course, she wasn't going on any date. But he didn't need to know that. And she didn't want him finding out either.

And her wish came true, Sanemi pausing in his step as she trailed on. She heard what he'd mumbled under his breath as he turned back the way he came.

"Fuck this."

(Y/n) wished she'd felt better after that, but her depression only grew. Going to work every morning felt hopeless now that she knew there was no chance Sanemi would come to visit. As much as she hated to admit it, she missed their bickering and arguments, missed how his nose would scrunch up when he was agitated, missed how he'd lean up against her booth to get closer to her. She missed how he'd smell when he'd stop by after his workout, and how his skin would glisten with sweat during a hot day. But most of all, she missed seeing him smile, that stupid little smirk he'd give her when she'd say something especially mean before he'd give that attitude right back at her.

She should've just accepted his stupid apology, even though her feelings were still hurt by his blatant disrespect of her. Even if he had been sick, she would've helped him in a heartbeat. It would've been like the romance novels she'd read of nurses falling in love with their patient during treatments. She wasn't a very good cook, but she could've whipped him up something good to eat. She could've helped him so much, but he didn't let her. As if he didn't trust her. As if she wasn't important enough.

But maybe it was for the best that things worked out this way. Maybe things weren't meant to go well for them. If they couldn't handle a small little thing like this, how would they have made it through worse?

"I think he'd like these."

(Y/n) jerked up from her spell, aiming to find the owner of that soft, feminine voice.

"Those are nice! Oh - how about these ones too!"

She found two young visitors, a serene dark-haired girl with rosy eyes and a tender-looking boy with red hair. They seemed to be a couple, implied by their embraced hands.

As negative as her mood was, the woman still needed money and, therefore, customers. She slouched over to them.

"Shopping for a special occasion?" she asked with about as much gusto as she could muster, which was little. The boy smiled brightly regardless of her lack of vigor.

"Just looking for something nice for a friend! He actually lives around here, maybe you know him?" He chirped. The girl next to him scoffed quietly.

"I wouldn't bet on that."

(Y/n) furrowed at her. "You sure? If he lives around here, I've probably seen him around."

The boy turned to his female companion, giving her an encouraged look. His innocence was honestly tear-jerking. "Yeah, maybe's she's seen him around." He turned back to the woman. "He's kinda tall and really... scary looking."

She chuckled, nearly thinking he was talking about Sanemi. But there was no possibility in her head that him and this genuine, pure-hearted young boy had ever crossed paths. "With white hair?" she joked, shaking her head.

"Yeah! You've met him?"

She broke from her giggling, gawking at him with wide eyes.

"S-Sanemi?"

"So, you have met him!"

She quickly crossed over her arms, tucking her head to the side with a boiling anger. "Unfortunately," she quipped, not really in the mood to discuss it further. The last thing she needed was a damn conversation about him.

"Really?" the girl inquired, a brow raised, "that's surprising - given his allergy."

She laughed. "Allergy? What could he possibly be allergic to? Joy? Laughter? Happiness?" She wouldn't be surprised by any of it quite honestly.

The brunette blinked at her, waving her hand about the room.

"Oh, you know. Dander, molds, pollens," she listed. "Flowers."

Her mouth went dry. No. No, that couldn't be right. She wouldn't known if he was.

"F-flowers?" she repeated, hoping for some kind of misunderstanding.

"Yes. I hope he hasn't been around here for some while though. I gave him very crucial instructions to not go near any allergens for a bit."

...What...

"Wha- I don't-" she was at a loss for words. "That's... impossible! Why didn't he tell me?!"

The boy stepped toward her. "Well, you seem to know him well. He gets kinda embarrassed about that stuff," he said, obviously aiming to comfort her in her distress.

No wonder his visits were always so short and spontaneous. Oh god, she'd even shoved some of these in his face sometimes so he could get a whiff. Her mind reeled with all those times he'd turn to cough or sneeze. All those times he'd grow red in the face and excuse himself. All those times he'd go still, as if he were holding his breathe. But she'd always thought he had anger issues or something and was using coping mechanisms. Not that he was literally dying!

The two strangers looked at each other in confusion as she had her meltdown, waves of guilt and regret setting upon her. She hadn't even noticed until they were at the counter to check out that they were intending to leave. She'd helped them, of course, afterwards stopping them as they met the trail, changed into her emergency clothing she'd kept in the shop for when she'd come unprepared. And another... hidden.... gift for later on, if things went smoothly.

They made very decent conversation as she accompanied them on their journey, telling tales of their own adventures in their former dangerous work. The stories truly scared her, as she'd had the luxury of never running into that sort of threat in her life. But the stories were also just as devastating. She'd realized then just how little she'd actually known about Sanemi. She hadn't known he was a demon hunter. She hadn't known he'd put his life at such risk. She hadn't even know about his family, nor his brother Genya he'd lost at the end. More guilt began to eat at her. How could she have been so self-absorbed as to never question his past? She could blame his own severe privacy, but she knew it was her own fault as well. Perhaps her actions really were disrespectful. With all he'd gone through, the least she could've done was be nice to him for once. She... should apologize.

When he opened his door, the shock on his face was evident, but it quickly dissolved into bitterness.

"What're you doing here?" he hissed.

Her wavering smile thinned. Oh god this was going to suck.

Dinner was just as tense, the man certainly not appreciating the humorous gift he'd received by the young couple. The bouquet had met the trash bin before they'd even sat down. It only seemed to worsen after they'd begun to eat. Deafening silence and slow chewing filled the room, every attempt at small talk (mostly contributed by the boy she learned was named Tanjiro) was promptly met with a sharp, silencing glare by Shinazugawa. But (Y/n) did appreciate the boy's efforts, as it would momentarily remove his eyes from their lock onto her. Even when she wasn't looking, she could feel the weight of his scowl, the negativity that radiated off of him in nauseating waves. It was honestly not surprising that he was so livid. He'd gone though all trouble to cure himself just to be left high and dry. It was going to take a bit of work to talk her way out of this one...

"Uhm, it was nice to see you again, Sanemi... Good luck with your, uh, illness?"

Kanao pinched his side, and he yelped.

"Yes, it's been fun," she added. "Well, I think it's best we get going. I'm sure you two would like some time to talk." She practically dragged him out of the door, Kamado muttering a few more encouraging goodbyes before cutting out as she slid the door shut behind them, finally leaving the estate.

(Y/n) kept herself composed through it, giving a fake smile and waving as they scurried. She was desperate to finally get a chance to actually talk, albeit being a tad bit nervous with his mood. But he was always a smidge angry, so she already expected some level of pettiness.

What she hadn't expected was for him to ignore her entirely. As she turned around in the absence of Tanjiro and Kanao, she was met with utter abandonment, Shinazugawa swiftly cleaning up the table. She crossed her arms, tapping her foot and waiting oh-so-patiently for this little bit to be over with. Yes, she remembered when she did the same to him when he had tried to apologize to her all that time ago.

"Giving me a taste of my own medicine, huh?" she finally pestered, getting annoyed with his blindness. He gave nothing but a huff, continuing to gather plates and eventually heading into the kitchen. The woman followed after him, an urgency to her step.

"Sanemi, don't you dare try to worm your way out of this one!" She found him setting the dishes into a bin, clearly more interested in washing them than talking to her.

"Why didn't you tell me about your allergies? Or anything else for that matter?! I didn't know about your job or family - I didn't even know you'd ever had either!"

His dish-scrubbing got faster, harder, likely scratching up the delicate ceramic. But his mouth remained sewn shut in a thin line just waiting to crack.

She calmed, her shoulders falling a bit.

"Was I not important enough to tell?"

And he finally snapped.

"What the fuck do you care?!" He violently threw down the dish he was holding into the tub, the material shattering. (Y/n) jumped slightly, not anticipating him to behave so wildly. It gave her a flash of their previous scuffle when he'd hurt her so deeply. His reply only saddened her.

"I'm sorry," she sighed in a cracked voice, eyes glazing over. "I-I'm sorry I wasted your time, I'll leave."

The sniffles and weak patter of her feet as she away tore at his heart strings.

Of course, he was still mad at her, but he didn't her to fucking cry about it. He didn't really... like hearing her cry - no, scratch that, he fucking hated it. Hell, he'd known his distaste for it the day she was whining to him that some jerk had yelled at her for bumping into him and making him to drop all his food, her eyes all wet and red with fat tears. He'd, of course, found the worthless asshole and torn him a new one, but he never quite gotten over how horrid her sadness had made him feel, the pit in his stomach. She'd told him multiple times that she didn't like getting screamed at. He recalled finding it cute at the time, how such an angry, foul-mouthed women could dish but not receive, lest she fall apart. And the realization only begged the question - how had she reacted to him lashing out at her all that time ago? He didn't even want to think about it.

"Wait," he finally spoke, halting her pitiful waddling. He came out to the front room to find her, her body still facing the door and shoulders shaking despite her silence. He had to physically stop himself from comforting her physically. Finally, she looked back at him, eyes teary and wet, her eye makeup smudged.

His hands dragged down his face, a heavy sigh falling upon his lips with long frustration. "Listen... I didn't say anything 'cuz..." He droned off a bit, stubborn in his admission. "Cuz it was... it was just stupid."

"It's not stupid!" She voiced, wiping her eyes and turning to him. "But it's my fault too. I should've asked instead of nagging all the time, huh?" She chuckled softly. It eased him to hear her laugh, but he could still see new tears falling down her cheeks.

"No, no, I guess I should have said something. But that shit's not important to me, I'm not a fucking baby."

"Talking about your feelings doesn't make you a baby. I want you to be sensitive with me!"

He scoffed at her, jerking his head away. No way she liked when he got all soft. She was just saying that to spare his feelings, he thought. She frowned at him.

"Why'd you keep coming to visit when you knew you were allergic."

His face flushed a little, his neck getting hot. "Just... wanted to see you, I guess..." he mumbled with a shrug of his shoulders.

She felt her heart melt and cooed, "Oh my gosh-"

"Ugh, shut up," he groaned, still burning with embarrassment. She practically purred with her curled smile, skating over to him with open arms and wrapping them around him for a tight hug. He cringed back uncomfortably at first but eventually gave into it, realizing she wasn't going to back down anytime soon. Anything to make her stop fucking crying. (Y/n) could feel his body heat rise. "You're so sweet~ I'm sorry I lied last time when you came over. I didn't have a date."

He paused and looked down at her with a dark stare. "What."

(Y/n) back away slowly, giving an apologetic smile. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I just wanted to make you mad because you were so mean to me."

Sanemi grimaced at her, his anger rising. "What- you-" he stopped himself, "Y'know what? Fine, I guess that's fair," he sighed. "Sorry I was 'mean' to you."

She grinned at him brightly. "So... are you all better now? No allergies or anything?" Sanemi shrugged again at her. "I guess," he muttered, "I just have to take it easy for a while."

The woman pouted. "Aw, I guess that means no kissing then."

"Wha- I didn't say that!"

She laughed, taking much joy at his despair. But he didn't fret for long as she strode back to him, rising to her tip-toes to give him a modest peck on the lips. It wasn't their first kiss, strangely enough. There were plenty of times when she'd lost a bet with his set reward being some lip-locking. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't enjoyed those rare instances, sometimes purposely losing so he'd make the first move with her only appearing to be upset. But it wasn't just kissing that she was aiming for.

As she'd hoped, he pulled her closer from her teasing exchange for a deeper embrace, pressing his mouth against hers nearly desperately. The passing of tongues was instantaneous as their mouths opened to breathe. As usual, he tasted of sweetness, a honeyed melt that coated her tongue being overtaken by his. He always wanted the lead after all. And right on cue, he began roaming his hands about her form.

That's as far as he'd gone in the past, only brief, respectful groping here and there, around her waist, behind her thigh. Getting him to venture further hopefully wouldn't be too difficult.

But her shitty luck said otherwise after several celibate minutes of necking, so she decided to take the lead for a change. Clearly letting him take control wasn't getting them very far, given that it'd taken him nearly a year to even open up. (Y/n) trailed down his lips, kissing and nibbling along his jaw, giggling at his sudden tensing. Dear god, he practically whined when she got to his throat, sucking at his adam's apple that bobbed as he swallowed. But her command didn't last long as he gave an annoyed growl, wrapping two thick hands under her thigh and jolting her up so they could wrap around his waist. She almost didn't register his teeth attacking her neck when her back was suddenly pressed against the cold wood of the wall she swore was several yards away only a second ago.

"S'nemi..." she whined weakly, high off her mind. The moment felt unreal, her having spent so long fantasizing about this very thing. Too long, in fact. He held her with such ease, regardless of his hand injury, his mouth having a mind of its own as it roamed about her sensitive flesh, leaving dark markings in their obsessive wake.

"Wanna-," He panted, absolutely breathless, "wanna fuck you."

(Y/n) froze, flustered by his sudden confession but somewhat understood as a hard presence poked at her from below, signaling the beginnings of an impressive erection.

"C-can't you ask a little b-better than that?" Despite her trying confidence, her desperate body couldn't help but gyrate against him, hungry for more warmth and friction. He snarled against her pulse.

"Please - shit - please lemme fuck you."

Her back was pressed further into the now heated wooden wall, cornered by his large form. His own hips seemed to speed against hers, gentle but thorough, grinding up into her core deliciously and drawing out a slurred moan. Her breath stuttered as his hand crept up to her nape, fingers wrapping around her neck in a hot caress, his lips leaning up to graze her ear.

"I'll make you feel so damn good-" his teeth rand along the shell of her earlobe, his sultry breath sending a shiver down her spine, "wanna take my time with you, get you so riled up you can't even think straight," he whispered.

Oh god, just the thought of letting him have her left her legs shaking around his waist. The man might've been lacking in the romance department but goddamn, she bet he was an absolute fuck-machine with all those years of training and hard-work. He could probably ruin her if he wanted to. But she wanted that power too. She wanted him just as desperate for her touch and attention, just as cold without her body, just as useless without her direction.

(Y/n) locked eyes with his confused stare as she slowly crept out of his hold, her legs carefully lowering to the floor, hands dragging down his front. His mouth practically dropped open as the realization began to settle onto him of what she was doing. Sanemi only continued to ramble on as she descended, his vigor and confidence increasing tenfold while she dropped to her knees. His hands mindlessly wrapped into her hair. Her perfect fucking hair.

"Gonna fucking ruin you, have you screaming for me to break you. Ain't nobody even gonna look at you when I'm done," he rumbled darkly.

She blinked up at him in annoyance before rolling her eyes.

"You talk to much," she chirped before drawing her hands to his hips.

His breathe hitched as her paws finally met his bulge, her mouth watering at the thick shape while she steadily kneaded it like a kitten. Shinazugawa could do nothing but gape at her eagerness, throwing his head back and letting out a long groan. She seemed satisfied enough with the reaction and finally pulled open his robe.

She gasped as his cock sprung out, bare and swollen, no covering whatsoever. Although shocked at his strange lack of any undergarment, she couldn't help but marvel at his length, so long and thick. Her hands seemed so small compared to it, so tiny as they worked together to wrap around the hefty root. (Y/n) really shouldn't have been so astounded by his size, as he'd boasted many times of his generous package. But she'd always thought he was lying then, ashamed of himself like all the other men who bragged of the same thing. But, apparently, he was truly honest. Hell, it was even bigger that he'd described!

She bravely leaned in, closing her lips to the very tip where a droplet of pre had begun to arise. She sweetly kissed it, her tongue gently slipping out to lick up the opaque drop. A string of mixture followed her retreating mouth, stretching between the two and snapping into nothingness.

"Oh fuck," Sanemi sighed, looking down at her with an expression she could only describe as helplessness.

With one more flick of her gaze, she descended onto his cock, carefully taking as much as she could between her lips until the length had grazed her uvula. She pushed down the urge to gag, breathing deeply through her nose before pulling off, sucking her cheeks in and slurping hard on her way to oxygen. Drool gushed down her chin when she pulled back, her lips and tongue fluttering along the underside of his cock, tracing a throbbing vein that pulsed for attention.

His hands moved from her hair to her face, caressing her cheeks tenderly while she kissed and licked and sucked, absolutely worshipping him. Maybe she'd felt bad for upsetting him, maybe she'd wanted to reward his commitment to her, maybe she'd just wanted to suck his dick. Hell, he didn't much give a shit, not when she was doing so fucking good, giving him all the admiration he could've hoped for. Whatever she lacked for in experience, she made up for in unadulterated passion, laving her kitten tongue up his girth with sloppy wet kisses and sucking tightly at the thick head.

"Oh fuck - keep going, just like that sweetheart. Fuck."

It wasn't long before Sanemi felt the comings of release with how pent up he was, having not even pleased himself after their last fight, his balls swollen and just begging to empty. Sure, he could've stuck things out a bit longer, taken her out on a couple of actual dates, worked his way up all the stupid goddamn bases, but with how things were going, he couldn't think of any good reasons why he shouldn't knock her up after this.

Enjoyment course through her veins as she worked, every thread of of stress, tension, and worry draining from her body with each swaying motion. Her lips had a mind of their own it seemed as they wrapped around him like a suckle, milking him mindlessly and wavering only to get air through her lungs. She could feel his cock twitching in her mouth sporadically, his pulse quickening as he panted deeply above her. (Y/n) went even deeper, her gag reflex begging for reprieve but she silenced it, throating his cock as far as she could without giving out. Her legs pressed together as arousal pooled from her empty center.

His eyes rolled back, and he bucked without thinking, lodging himself as deeply as possible, causing her to choke out startled until a hotness smoothed down the back of her throat. Her wide eyes calmed with the warm balm, cum pumping rope after rope into her stomach. She relaxed into it quickly, kneading his tensed thighs and bobbing her head softly to help him ride it out the waves of euphoria.

His muscles finally eased as he finished, now letting out soft groans as she warmed him with her mouth. He took a moment to admire her, how disheveled her pretty hair was, how ruined her makeup looked, how amazing she felt. He took a mental photograph of it all before pulling out, parting from her lips with a deliciously wet noise. A thread of come dripped his slit, but her tongue was quick to lick it up before it fell.

"Shit~," he sighed and brushed back her sweat-glazed hair from her face. "That was perfect." It wasn't an exaggeration at all, she was everything he'd hoped for and more. He rolled his hips against her face as she licked her lips and breathed, rubbing his cock all over her cheeks, face, everything. Just the sight of her nuzzled against him had his cock ticking to life again.

The girl must've noticed his renewed excitement as she repositioned herself to mouth at him again before sinking down, her lips wrapping around him and continuing with flawless precision. He whimpered out and pulled her off tenderly.

"No, no baby, it's ok." She was more dangerous than he'd thought, clearly.

Honestly, she was kind of hoping to continue sucking him like this. Based on his reactions, she must've been good at it, and God was this the perfect stress reliever. But another reason might've been her nerves. She wasn't quite sure she was ready for him to see her fully naked yet.

(Y/n) wiped her sodden mouth and shakily stood up, her sore knees wobbling.

"O-okay," she gave, "Uhm, lay down I guess. Uh, I'll get on top."

"What? No."

She looked at him a puzzled, fearful gaze, growing scared as he came closer while pulling the rest of his clothes off.

"I haven't even made you come yet. And even when we do fuck, there's no way I'm letting you top," he mumbled, stern and clearly not in the mood to argue.

She became even more anxious as he picked at her delicate clothing, firmly tugging at her woven dress and pulling the ties apart. "W-wait!" she squealed and backed away, her back aching when she'd hit the table.

Sanemi groaned. "Ugh, what now? Wait..." he took a long drawl of her features, her shaken hands that hugged her dress closed, her downcast glazed eyes, her discomforted posture and positioning. "Are you nervous?" He gave a surprised chuckle as her face reddened.

"Don't be a jerk!" she whined, tears beginning to dot her eyes with frustration and worry.

"Hey, hey," he crooned softly, more gently than she'd ever heard him speak. She'd be caught dead before she admitted that it comforted her, though. "It's fine, what are you scared about? I told you I'd take care of you, didn't I?" Sanemi came closer to her, eventually gathering her safely into his arms. He rubbed warm circles on the small of her back as he spoke, heating up the supple flesh. His face nuzzled into her neck, his breath making her shiver.

"Y-you've never seen me naked before," she finally grumbled, her voice shaky, "What if you think I'm ugly?" She could feel him relax into her, his throat letting out a deep groan that had her knees buckling. "Oh sweetheart-"

Really? That was all she was worried about? He truly didn't take her for the self-conscious type, with how confident she acted. The same womant that had purposely let him win bets just so he would kiss and feel her up was scared for him to see her naked? She was such a mystery sometimes. He pulled her further into him, eliciting a high squeal and hoisting her up over his shoulder. He easily carried her over to the nearest bedroom, ignoring her constant feared questions of the destination and intentions. Reaching the room, he threw open the door and laid her upon the futon as if she were made of glass.

"The only thing you need to be worrying about is how many times you're gonna come tonight." He smirked and glanced over at her tensed, little form. "You do look kinda weak now that I think about it... definitely don't get off more than once a day - hell, do you even get off more than once a week?"

(Y/n) looked away mortified, more so at his accuracy rather than his accusation. Her lips thinned and squeaked out, "I'm busy, asshole..."

Shinazugawa hummed with the validation. "Yep, thought so." He carelessly began tearing away at her clothes again, laughing at her little yelps and cries to not damage her precious outfit. Her yukata was easily removed, the... undergarments not so much. Sanemi nearly drooled at the sight, her lush figure wrapped in a smooth, velvety green that mimicked that of a quiet wood. He could make out every small detail in the stitch work, every swirl of organic thread that hid her delicates from his hungry eye. It was fucking lingerie.

"Awwww, you wear this for me?" He purred, deep and ravenous.

She quickly buried her face in her paws, squirming on the bed and groaning. "Shut uuuuup!" When she'd thrown it on earlier at the shop, she hadn't actually thought she'd get to the point of showing off, so certain that they'd have a short and wholesome reunion, maybe a kiss or two. As embarrassed as she was that it had gotten this far, her curiosity was larger, begging for her to see this through. It wouldn't hurt to try... right?

His lips felt like molten lava on her body, a glorious trail of fire that dragged from her face to her neck to her chest. A rush of apprehension yet relief filled her as a single hand unclipped the back of her bralette, the fabric easily falling from her gathered flesh onto the bedding. She was grateful he didn't make a big scene of seeing her naked breasts like she knew some men did, his mouth, instead, doing all the talking, pressing gentle kisses atop her bosom. Her skin flushed with the attention, each whisper of affection adding fuel to fire that was running rampant in the pit of her belly, growing with each second. The woman couldn't help but whine when his tongue finally met her nipple, suckling the nub into his boiling mouth. Her fingers tugged at his snowy locks, grasping them harder and harder each time he switched from left to right, his large hand squeezing the lone tit with every shift. The intimacy of the act alone had her desperate, slick drenching her panties and sliding down her thighs.

"Nemi, p-please-" she mewled, eyes screwed shut with the tension and need.

She heard the man growl as he descended further down her body, drawing small patterns with his tongue with every inch of her flesh and sucking bruising marks.

Her tits were nice, obviously, but he wasn't so kind as to hide the fact that he was more excited to get a taste of another part of her. He took specially care at her lower belly, nibbling on the chubby pouch that kept something so sacred inside. Sanemi nearly trembled with temptation as her sweet musk could be smelt from here, his fingers dancing along the sticky part of her inner thighs to spread them. He licked his lips as he finally, finally, drew downward, placing himself in front of her clothed center. The wet fabric was evident, her neglected cunt absolutely seething for any form of attention. His body moved before he could stop himself, his face nuzzling into the soaked covering and taking deep, gulping breathes, his strong arms keeping her too spread to stop him.

"-Smell so fucking good... bet you taste like candy," he moaned.

(Y/n) writhed in his hold. completely against... whatever the fuck he was doing. "Sanemi, stop it! Y-you're so weird! Stop... smelling it..."

He tutted at the weak insult, responding with a clip of his teeth at the lacy top of the panties. He effortlessly tore them from her nethers, burning the flesh and drawing out a gasp. "Shhhhh," he whispered, "Wanna suck you."

Sanemi was quickly overtaken by how perfect she looked, her cunt lips all swollen and glistening with slick, her little clit poking out and twitching ever-so-slightly for some love. She could feel his brawny arms clench around her thighs, feel his hot breath fan across her wet lips, feel how eager he was to devour her. And once again, she was rendered too speechless to stop him.

His tongue was the first to meet her, licking a wide stripe up her glossy slit. He shuttered at the syrupy taste of her. It was close to torture as he made out with her pussy, his mouth embracing her with open-mouth kisses and closing in around her pulsing nub, giving it a slow suck. She was already so amped up for release, so teased for it, yet the feeling only rose, drawing further and further toward the edge but never quite falling from it. She tore at his mane, pushing him deeper into her kitten, praying for the intensity to break. And he was there for the journey, in his own world of euphoria. He would live here if he could, forever breathing in the saccharine scent and nursing on her ripened nub. He let himself get lost in it for a while - he deserved a treat for all his troubles after all - but eventually he composed himself, setting a flawless rhythm of tongue-flicking to get her off.

And only then was the flip switched, her pleasure climbing and climbing until she met the brink, the thread pulled tight.

"C'mon, baby," he growled, "come on my tongue."

(Y/n) sobbed when she came, her clit throbbing between his lips as he gave it a strong suck, relishing the gush of honey that filled his mouth. He continued with his meal, licking up every messy drop she gave and kissing her fluttering hole. Her sensitivity made all of it agony, every kiss and lick driving her closer and closer to insanity. She tried to wiggle away, but her efforts were futile with his unbreakable grip of her, his motions only becoming quicker and stronger, breaking her containment.

"Please, Nemi, please... i-it hurts," (Y/n) begged. He snickered at her submission, finally drawing back and wiping his glazed maw with the back of his hand. He leisurely kissed back up her body, savoring each and every sigh of pleasure she gave him. His hands pawed at her hips and breasts, massaging the blushing plushness that filled out his hands like dough. Her thighs wrapped around his hips as his lips met her throat, sucking even more hickeys and bruises over the previous ones, he didn't want them fading for quite some time.

She could feel his cock already pressing at her, laying across her hip hard as stone and leaking pre-cum over her sweated skin. Despite her tire, the girl could feel the growings of want again, an emptiness eating at her from the inside out. "Mmmm-," she sighed, "Jus' put it in." Her laughed into her jawline, pausing his meddling. Even in her exhaustion, she rolled her eyes, reaching between their bodies for his piece. He was immediately taken aback by her action, but gave no stop to it, letting her grab for him. He liked this side of her, the side that just took what she needed from him. If he wanted a selfless woman, he wouldn't be in this position in the first place.

Her fist wrapped around the base, slid down the length of it until she found the tip, then pushed it to her opening. She had to lift her hips a bit to meet it halfway since he was being a dick, but she knew what she was doing. Kinda. Sorta.

Just when she gathered the tip inside her, already sweating at the stretch, he thrust his hips, jabbing a thick chunk into her. She yelped out in pain, tears dotting her vision. Her mused at her ruined appearance, the clench her body gave as he penetrated her. She was really having a hard time taking him, a pride blooming in his chest that he was just that fucking gifted. But that wasn't to say he wasn't having difficulty as well.

"Goddamnit, you're tight - might not even fit, nn, all the way," he mumbled.

"N-no," she pleaded, "It'll fit."

(Y/n) wrapped her legs tighter around him, pulling him in hard, swallowing him into her heat. He nearly toppled over right then and there, so overwhelmed and astonished with her demonstration of carnal strength. Yet he could still hear her labored breaths, the wetness of her tears falling to her hairline in her efforts. It was angering almost, how careless she was to do such a thing. He would have never forced her to hurt herself just to please him, nor should she fear abandonment for failing to give him what he wanted. He'd have to straighten that out later.

Her cunt heaved around him, the collected slick at least providing some relieve to the pain she must have beared. Oh god did it hurt. He was so huge, it felt as if she'd been torn open from the inside. But she didn't care how much it burned, she wanted this part to be over with, she wanted to feel good already. Every lingering second of not being filled had the emptiness inside her growing, like a pit of darkness. And while she was sure some blood was shed, at least her guts finally had something to suck on.

"Y-you... you c-can move now, I think...," she rasped, her head still foggy from the fullness. He hummed at the request yet seemed to ignore her as he bent down to her chest, take a hard nipple into his mouth. (Y/n) bit her lip and whined at the added stimulation.

"S'nemi, move-" she spoke again, stern but shaky. She felt him smile against her breast.

"I dunno, kinda like it right here. I might just have you warm my cock all night," he purred, still sucking at her teat. She blushed at the confession, giving his face a little push away from her chest.

"What?" he laughed, "You're good at it."

She denied him any reply, turning away in sheepishness. She was sure it was just sex-talk, but it was nice knowing that he felt good being warmed by her. Her cunt fluttered softly around him, oozing more slick onto his member and beginning to stick to his thatch of pubic hair. A soft moan spilled from her with his responding roll of his hips, pressing the tip of himself further into her cervix. She hadn't expected it to feel so heavenly already, especially when she'd been in such pain only a moment before. His parts hit deep, filling her to the point of nearly bursting. She swore she could feel him in her chest.

"N-nemi - oh my god...," she mewled.

"I know, sweetheart, I know. Just let me take care of you."

She didn't even have to ask twice as he began grinding into her, churning her insides like butter while her cream spewed out to gloss his cock. Her arms weakly wrapped around him, desperate for something to hold onto. It already felt like too much, the thickness, the length. She was gonna split in half, she could feel it. But he went slow, thankfully, letting her get accustomed to the overbearing fit. Her pussy couldn't stop clutching around him, high off the sensation of his length twitching inside her and scratching the itch that she could never quite reach. Drool threatened the corner of her lips, his rhythm of humping so deep and smooth. She could already feel herself go dumb.

"That's a pretty face you're makin'," Sanemi hummed, "And I haven't even started yet." She furrowed. What did he mean?

Her eyes rolled back as he delivered a powerful blow, drawing his hips back several long inches before snapping them back and pummeling into her cunt. Oh god. He continued the harsh thrusting, holding her little body to his chest and pumping viciously into her weeping pussy. She felt everything, from the hot veins that lined his length to the way he filled her out completely, every sensation gathered into a clump of overstimulation, tearing at her nerves one by one. Yet it was too little at the same time. As crazy as it was, it still felt as if he was going easy on her, her hungry cunny still raging to be ruined.

The moans and pleas fell out her mouth before she could stop them, stupidity literally being fucked into her. (Y/n) couldn't even hope to keep up and simply held onto his back as fiercely as she could, eventually biting down on his shoulder for an outlet.

She wasn't the only victim of it though. Sanemi, too, could feel himself being driven to the brink of insanity. He'd thought her mouth felt good, but dear god was her cunt another story. Her tiny pussy had a mind of its own, sucking him in so hard he felt his head get dizzy. Fuck, she was dangerous. He wasn't sure he'd be able to stay off of her after this. Just the thought of her constantly hanging off his dick had him going feral, viciously snapping his hips into hers without a second thought. And don't even get him started on the babies they would make. If it were up to him, she'd eternally have a baby in her belly, the consequence of being a dumping ground for every precious drop of his cum. He licked his lips at the thought.

Shit, she was close. She just needed a little more, just a bit.

"Harder, Nemi, right there!" she squealed as he jammed into her sweet spot, reaching an arm down from his back to press between her folds, quickly flicking at her bead. So close.... so close... almost-

It felt cruel to leave her hole so quickly, crumbling the chase of her orgasm that he knew was only a hair's breadth away. She sobbed when he yanked out of her gaping entrance, her hips jerking toward him at the sudden absence that had her feeling so horribly empty. But her grief was short lived as he spun her around with a growl, shoving her top half into the bed with a hand to the center of her shoulder blades. The other paw curved her hips up, raising her ass high in the air. He filled her back up in an instant, her thighs trembling at the sudden reunion. But she quickly eased, her bones going soft and brain turning to mush as he resumed the primal fucking. Sounds of sloshing wetness furnished her ears along with her own breathy moans, each thrust providing a reminder of just how soaked she was. And she only got wetter, like an endless fountain of hydration.

Sanemi groaned at the sight of her tiny, little pussy taking him at this angle, her poor kitty straining and stretching to take in every inch of his shaft. The girl was like a ragdoll in his hands now, doing nothing but drool into the sheets and let him ravage her as he wished. He nearly laughed at how silent she was now, the only obvious answer being that he had finally dicked her down to submission.

Her climax began to claw at her again, the hills of it coming one after another until she stood at the tip-top of it, creeping toward the edge.

"Jus' like that... jus' like that...," she mumbled into the saliva-drenched bedding, throwing her ass back into him for more friction. The impact of his heavy balls smacking across her clit only drew her higher, rapturous shocks shooting up her body with each wet slap.

He felt himself getting close as well, his cock jumping inside of her excitedly. She was just too tight; it was like she was sucking the cum out of him straight from the source.

"Fuuuuuuck, where - hah - where you want my cum?" he groaned, needing an answer fast. As much as he wanted to, he knew she probably didn't want to take any risks. He knew she wasn't on anything, and even if she was, she probably wouldn't like the mess afterward.

But he was wrong. She tried to think for a moment, she did. But all she could focus on was how good she felt and the way her body fit so well under his. Her eyes scrunched, attempting a thought.

Where you want my cum?

Cum. You. Where. Want.

Want. Cum. You.

You. Want. Cum

Cum.

Her cunt tightened.

"'nside..."

His ears strained to listen to what she said, the timeline closing as his balls drew tight. "Huh???" he urged again. He leaned down to her, nearing his ear toward her babbling lips. (Y/n) turned to free her voice, panting.

"I-I-Inside," she repeated. His heart stopped.

"C-cum... i-inside... me."

He groaned loud, silencing himself by biting into the pillow next to her head. Her disgustingly hot words threw him over embarrassingly quick, his hips stilling as deep as he could manage whilst his weight gave, suffocating her beneath him. His seed spilled hotly into her pulsing cunt, thick spurts of white filling her starved womb while his balls throbbed.

She, at first, loathed his lack of movement, angered that he had yet again left her hanging from release. Until she felt the warmth. The pleasure was instantaneous, her insides purring at the searing hot milk that flooded her. She could feel how thick it was too, how copious the amount as her uterus labored to make room for such a feast. Yet she still clenched around him vigorously, wanting to drain every drop into herself and receive every ounce of ecstasy it rewarded her. And before she realized it, she was coming, clamping down hard and gushing juices around him with a shrill cry.

The man allowed himself a few moments to gather his bearings, praying that post-nut clarity give him some idea of what to do. But all he felt was exhaustion. Sanemi forced himself to roll over, taking her with him so they lie on their sides. He was surprised she was still breathing after being squashed.

"D-dont even think about falling asleep," he huffed after feeling her breathing begin to even with unconsciousness. "We're not done yet." Why the hell did he always have to open his fucking mouth? He was done for and he knew it.

She whined sleepily and slowly manuevered herself to turn around, losing his flaccid cock in the process but he promptly reinserted himself. "But I'm tiiiiiiiiiired."

"Don't care."

He felt content that she didn't argue, clearly having gained some respect for his manhood as she simply snuggled into him, pressing her face into his warm chest. They remained silent for a few moments, regaining their breath and calming their heartbeats. However, his softened cock still remained cooped up inside her.

"If I let you keep it in me all night, will you let me sleep?" she offered. He sighed at her insistence but gave in.

"I'll think about it."

She smiled softly, nuzzling under his chin with affection.

He couldn't stop himself from drifting off, comfortable in the safety of her engulfing heat. "'M g'nna f'ck you s'hard t'morro...," he managed to mutter as his lids shut. Despite being half asleep, she giggled and kissed his neck.

They'd deal with everything later, get all this relationship and contraceptive shit under control. Right now, he was just glad to have her with him, cuddling into him so adorably with her stupid little smile. He tilted down, pressing his nose into her messy locks.

Flowers.

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1julak1 · 2 months

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"Not good for you"

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Word count: 730

Category: angst - hurt/no comfort

There are some disgusting descriptions!

Characters: Sanemi Shinazugawa x afab reader

(I checked for mistakes, but it's just not perfect??)

Enjoy..!

The battle with Upper 1 has been going on for too long. Sanemi was on the edge of his limits and his stomach was almost torn open, while YN was struggling with a deep wound on her side.

She felt her muscles aching, a dull unbreakable pain that pulsed trough her veins with her every step. Her stamina was running low as well, but she wouldn't falter when Sanemi was there, holding up despite having to hold his insides in with the sheer force of his muscles. And he was still fighting.

So she could also.

But there it came - a hit. Steel of her sword screeching against the demon's blades, but even her attempt to par wasn't enough to stop the metal that dug into her arm. It got stuck between the bones of her forearm, pulling it sharply downwards and tearing it out of the joint before it could slice trough the bone.

YN yelped in pain, holding her dislocated limb with her other hand, but it wasn't any use in putting it back in place. A shrill cry tore from her throat, catching Sanemi's attention.

- YN!!! -

Sanemi swore helplessly, dodging few of the demon's attacks with a grunt. He was barely going on himself, but seeing his beloved in such pain renewed his will and determination. But he was whipped out, an attack - that could be potentially dodged - sliced trough his leg and practically shred it.

- Fuck-! -

Sanemi cursed, falling to his knees.

And that's when they both became vulnerable. YN tried to raise on her feet and rush towards her lover, to help him, to protect him, but her sore muscles and mind-numbing pain in her arm made it difficult to think about moving.

And that's when YN's heart practically stopped. She watched in horror as the UpperMoon appeared in front of Sanemi, and..

Seconds later his arm was buried in his face.

Sanemi's snowy locks were soaked in blood that gushed down his neck and down to his chest. The view of his face was gruesome, in fact. Thanks to the tears blurring her vision, YN couldn't see the fragments of his brain that splattered over the floor, and the single eyeball, with a lilac iris roll over the ground.

But she didn't miss the way his body started to heal.

And YN knew. She just knew.

And that made her blood run cold.

The silver-haired man fell to the floor, his limbs pulsating as demonic features started to show on his face. Horns grew from his head, as well as fangs.

YN rushed to Sanemi's side, pinning him down before he could pick himself up, in spite of the pain tearing trough her mind. The demon's claws dug into the girl's sides, drawing blood from her flesh. But it didn't stop YN from desperately clinging onto his side.

Sanemi was squirming, trying to get away from her grasp. YN squealed when he bit into the flesh of her neck, trying to rip it of her. Even though it did hurt as fuck, and tears were streaming down her cheeks, she did not try to pull back.

Instead, she wrapped her hands around him and closed him in a hug.

- Oh god.. Hold on, Nemi.. we'll get you back! -

YN was trying to convince herself that his transformation could be somehow turned back. But then...

A really unpleasant sound was heard and the demon torn off a piece of her neck and chewed on it. Then he piece by piece bit her down.

She bled down on him, his clothes soaked with riot, and each drop that fell on his skin seemed to be unremoveable. It burnt into the demon's skin and stayed, as a mark that would forever be a sign of his sin.

°°°

When the antidote arrived, it was too late. All that was left of YN were her bloody clothes. The red spots on his skin didn't leave, soon being the cause of his breakdown.

When realization hit Sanemi, he was beyond the breaking point. His heart shattered, a sharp pain ripping his chest apart, as it downed on him - what he's done.

And when he got to know he'd die in a few years. He was happy.

Happy that he would go to hell and pay for his unforgivable doings.

#shinazugawa sanemi #kny sanemi #kny #kny angst #sanemi angst #sanemi ff #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba ff #demon slayer sanemi #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer ff #demon slayer angst #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #demon slayer shinazugawa

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rokuginsblog · 2 months

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pregnant with bully!sukuna

sukuna falling in love

the tyrant (ii)

ex-convict!sukuna

yandere!sukuna

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gojo

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chiharuhashibira · 7 months

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I’m sorry but I can’t help but to say, I LOVE your work, and I have a request. Can you make smth like teacher Sanemi x teacher Yn and we were tying our shoe and Sanemi was walking down the hall and he slapped our ass? The rest is up to you💕💕💕

Hewo anon!

I guess Imma just add this as a part of 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 as this is the same concept. Teacher Y/N X Teacher Sanemi. Thank you~

(Image isn't mine, credits to the rightful owner)

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer imagines #kimetsu no yaiba #sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x fem!reader

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justatypicalwizard · 9 months

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The Weight of a Butterfly | Prologue

✦ Shinazugawa Sanemi x femReader

✦ Synopsis: Sanemi gets a new Butterfly Girl who he really doesn't like at first, or even at all. Or maybe he does? Short, heartwarming, fluff story.

✦ Warnings: reader is described as an orphan, no smut

✦ From author: This is my first book written in English. It does contain a bunch of mistakes and overall isn't that great when it comes to writing skills. Nonetheless, I have a great sentiment for it and still adore the plot, that's why I decided to (re)post it. If you want to see my writing progress you can catch up on one of my more recent works.

Word count: 0,4k

''Tell me something about yourself YN!'' Miki, your new friend could finally burst out when the two of you were alone after a long day of work.

''You know a lot Miki.'' You gave her a punch in the arm. ''Why are you such a gossip?''

''You never told me much about your past. Tell me the story of your life, I demand it!'' There was no point trying to stop her enthusiasm.

''Okay okay.'' You laughed, shifting to a better position on your small bed.

I don't know my parents, all that I remember from my childhood is that I was an orphan. It stuck to me just like the rest of my siblings from the orphanage. Orphan this, orphan that. None of us had a name in the village, it was just The Orphan. I don't have a sad demon story. It's not like any demon could kill my parents... ya get it? When I hit 16 I went on a journey to see the world. I travelled for a year or so, but it came out that living on your own is hard. That's when I decided to find a stable job. And here I am. In the Butterfly Estate, with Shinobu upon me, learning to be a good Butterfly Girl. Finding the Demon Slayers was a miracle to me. I always wanted to help people. It's weird for me that while living in this strange and dangerous world, so near to the Demon Slayers I've never encountered any demon in my life. I've had my sad moments. I've also had my happy ones. Maybe that's why I still have a positive side?

''You sure sound like an adventurer.'' Miki laughed at you.

''Hey, at least I did something on my own!'' You snapped back at her.

Both of you laid in your beds, not minding the hour, talking about your lifes. It may have been the last time when you had a chance to experience something like this.

You've known Miki for a year and grew really attached to her. Unfortunately, your happy times at the Butterfly Estate were about to come to an end. The two of you will be separated tomorrow. Both of you were old and skilled enough to serve in other Pillar's estates. When the morning rises you will face your new master.

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#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer sanemi #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #sanemi x you #college #university #college student #shinazugawa x reader #demon slayer shinazugawa #shinazugawasanemi #sanemi x y/n

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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 11 months

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𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗄𝗎 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 ‘𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍?’ (𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗄, 𝗈𝗈𝖼 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂, 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗄𝗒𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗀. }

you who recently had a baby with sanemi, your loving boyfriend, walks out of the room only in your underwear and a loose cami, f/c bonnet covering your braids, the baby nursing on your tit, not know sanemi’s friend rengoku is there planted on the couch manspreading.

sanemi who nudges kyojuro to look in your direction, whispering amongst themselves, as you bend over to get a bowl from the dishwasher, putting in some strawberry banana puffs for yourself not even aware of the extra person in your house.

sanemi who calls for your attention watching you turn eyes widening slightly in sight of rengoku before saying fuck it and greeting them both. “morning ‘nemi, morning kyo. I didn’t know you were coming over this early.” you sit in between them as they watch your son who looks just like his father, except for a mixture of your skin tone, drinking from you before having his fill.

sanemi who takes your son from you pulling him right off of your tit making you groan as you cover the puffy brown bud that began to bead with milk. “‘nemi I told you don’t take him like that, if you pull him off too fast I’ll start leaking.” you whine with a pout before apologizing to rengoku for flashing him. “no problem darlin’ it’s your house.” you nod stand up and taking your bowl with you telling your boyfriend you were going to shower.

sanemi who nods letting you be on your way watching rengoku stare at your switching backside that got plumper when caring and having his son. he caressed the tuft of white hair on his sons head watching his mean face scrunch even more, like looking in a mirror, before putting the baby over his shoulder to burp him. he looks back at kyo who watches him nurse his kid, a smirk on his face. “so what do you think?” rengoku didn’t even have to hesitate his smile growing big.

sanemi who kissed your forehead as you whine, fretting over your son as you hand him to your mother who complains that she’s taken care of children before with a hand on her hip. watching you wave as they drive off, leading your by an arm around your waist towards your bedroom, planting a tingling kiss on your neck chuckling as you shivered, looking down into your doe brown eyes.

sanemi that kisses the knot in your furrowed brows after he asked you if rengoku can join in. “you want me to fuck kyo? seriously?” he shrugged a cheesy smile on his face as he grip your hips with both hands massaging them. you left out an interested hum. “okay ‘nemi just want y’all to be careful I’m so sensitive right now.” he hums a patronizing ‘yea’ as you throw your arms around neck he pulls you closer, both hands gripping the fat of your ass in the soft shorts you wore, making you whimper into his kiss.

sanemi that opens the door for rengoku with a roguish grin on his half soaked face. “I see you started the party without me.” nemi shrugs, a cheeky laugh spilling from his mouth. “what can I say, what my woman wants she gets.” they walk into the bedroom finding you massaging your breast, a hand in between your legs fiddling with your clit. rengoku takes off his shirt tossing it to the floor and sitting at the edge of the bed rubbing on your calf.

sanemi who sits behind you so you both face rengoku, hand going to grip your throat nipping it, swears he can’t get harder as you moan out a “hey kyo.” “hey darlin’ you wanted me to play with you and sanemi?” you nod your head. “she says she’s too sensitive since she’s had the baby but that just means she’ll come quicker.. had to test it out myself.” sanemi says making out with your neck as rengoku hummed in amazement. “is that right?”

sanemi who watches rengoku fuck himself into your tight cunt, sucking at your tits taking his child’s nutrients, his own dick stuck down your throat that you had no problem talking. “it’s good isn’t it?” rengoku lifted his head your bud popping out of his mouth making you moan around sanemi’s dick causing him to groan. “fuuck yeah so sweet making me wanna cum in her.” you clench down on rengoku’s dick.

sanemi who moans out “sshit I know right. she would love to be fucking pregnant again ahhh a-always asking me for another baby, ain’t that right you fuckin slut?” he taps your cheek making you whimper around him. he watches rengoku fix his position to dig deeper in your guts.

sanemi who gets help from rengoku to clean off your unconscious frame sullied with their cum, walking to the kitchen to get some actual nutrients, they talk about any and everything until rengoku feels it’s time to take his leave, being stopped by the white haired male. “she’s been super emotional lately too, so if she knows you left she’ll probably bawl her pretty brown eyes out and…you like her don’t you?” rengoku’s eyes widen giving sanemi his answer.

sanemi who shrugs. “I mean I wouldn’t mind if she wants it, or to keep doing it with you but then again it’s her decision. you taking the couch or you gonna get in the bed?”

sanemi who chuckles lowly hearing rengoku’s footsteps behind him.

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urarakasdiary · 2 years

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-SOULMATES

Muzan Kitbutsuji x reader

[Name] worked as a maid for the highly respected family of Muzan.

She was astonished when she gained a promotion to be Muzan's personal maid. He was meaner and colder than expected. And nonetheless rude af.

she didn't think she could ever get along with him but she was wrong they started talking and found out they had a lot in common.

Muzan started liking her and finally had a friend he could count on.

As they started getting closer both of them caught feelings for each other. They kept quiet until he had enough and confessed his love to her.

[name] was over the moon and madly in love.

they had to keep it a secret though it was apparent his family wouldn't support their relationship.

until one of the snakey maids snitched it to his parents.

[name] was called into the torture room and she had no idea why.

She was tortured for weeks on end and they barely gave her any food or water.

when she was released she was warned not to tell Muzan or they would kill her and she did exactly that.

she was terrified and tried avoiding Muzan as much as possible.

Kibutsuji kept notice of this and asked her what was wrong but she would shrug it off.

she was so distant now and timid. She had grown worryingly thin which concerned her lover.

When he had enough of her ignoring him, he grabbed her wrist as she hissed in pure agony.

his eyes met the fresh scars that littered her hand.

forcing [name] to tell what happened.

He was enraged. how could his own family do this to his lover?

anyhow he had to keep quiet for a while. Whenever his family was around he would look sick and would go pale.

His so-called family called a doctor for him and the doctor gave him some suspicious medicine which later would turn him into a demon.

He went psychopathic and killed everyone in the manor. except for his love, his maid.

she was terrified when she saw him covered in blood and wanted to get away from him. but he would pull her into a hug and tell her that this was good. they could finally be together.

Muzan and [name] were living in the moment until the demon found out he was vulnerable to the sun. he went to a witch and asked her what the treatment for his allergy to the sun was.

when he got her answer he immediately started turning humans into demons so that they could help him find the rare blue spider lily.

[name] didn't like this. she didn't like that her husband turned humans with a bad state of mind into human-eating creatures. she didn't like it even a bit. But she was too frightened of her husband to ask him to stop.

she would wait for her courage to show up and Muzan would continue turning more humans into demons.

one day, she snapped. She yelled at him to stop and told him they could find the flower together and free the demons he had in-volunteering kept captive

he did not approve of the idea at all. In fact, he was angry. when you started being stubborn, he started yelling at you gripping your small face compared to his massive hands.

"DON'T YOU GET IN [NAME]?" IM DOING THIS FOR YOU AND ME!" he screamed

what he didn't realize was that his grip on you was too tight. And he was insanely strong and he accidentally crushed your skull.

when he looked at the murder he just did, his heart was crushed just like your skull. he grew colder and tougher on his little demon servants ever since you left the earth.

about 1k years later you reincarnated back in Japan at the very peak of demons growing their population and cannibalizing humans.

you were born as a kunoichi in Uzui's village. You two were best friends. both of you were so close and were with him 24/7 laughing, going into the forest picking fruits, and pushing each other into shallow ponds.

when both of them turned 15 (yall were born 1 day apart) he chose her to be his bride she was happy she liked him as well and she was worried that he wouldn't choose her.

you were 18 when you two went on a dangerous mission. Tengen was completely fine but you were ambushed. Your feet went weak and so did your hands. The doctor told you that wouldn't ever be able to properly fight again which shattered your heart.

You were Uzui's first love and his first wife. you two had a happy married life for most of the part until he married another woman then another and another and another. he had 4 fucking wives.

You felt left out but you loved the three wives dearly and treated them as sisters. They ignored you a lot of the time though. Tengen would go on missions with them since they were shinobis or something and you, you were nothing but weak and unskilled now.

you started noticing the very little attention they would pay you when they came home. They slept in the same room. But when you tried sleeping with them they told you there wasn't enough space for you even if there was.

you were unhappy now. You would cook for them, do the chores wash their clothes and they didn't even say thank you. It's like you didn't even exist. one of these days, the three of them had taken a break from work and it was the annual fall festival. You were static! there would be so many hairpins and accessories for your hair and so many gorgeous kimonos!! back when you could still go on missions you made your own money and bought everything you need by yourself.

but now you were nothing but a housewife with no income. not that being a housewife is bad, you do you. but you wanted to do more, explore the world earn your own damn money, and not rely on your husband for everything. That dream was shattered, so now everything relied on Tengen and maybe your husband's three wives.

[name's] and Tengen's anniversary also happens to fall on the day of the festival. she was so excited to finally have some quality time with her husband. only two of them. You had recently sent the three of them for some grocery shopping since you can't walk far distances. You had gotten ready, put on your favorite Kimono, your hair and makeup were done now all there was left was to wait.

you waited alright. Up till midnight. They did not come back. tears managed to slip down your eyes just thinking about them having fun without you. what hurt you the most was Tengen forgetting about the anniversary. on your wedding day, he promised you and your family to protect you and love you till death. But what was this? bullshit. he had so easily forgotten about your presence whole.

She was tired. Tired of Tengen, tired of being neglected by her husband, tired of doing everything by herself. and she was done. done with this stupid marriage, she wanted to give up.

when Uzui and his three wives which he seemed to love so dearly arrived back home from the market, they saw [name] with her head lowered, and [name] looked at them, they looked so happy. Tengen even won stuffed animals for them and their hair was decorated with hair clips he won for them.

Tengen knew he had fucked up.

hello!!! im so sorry that this request is incomplete. word limits y'know. shout out to @z3r0art for this wonderful request!!! please like and repost it really helps me out 😇💘 the next part will be spicer I promise<33 thank you for reading and sending me requests!!

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 9 months

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A/N ~ This is sometime in the 2020s. Cars. Coffee makers. Temper-pedic beds. Etc. etc.. I'm still navigating my way through the world of writing and trying to branch out to present/modern day stuff. It's just kinda romantic not to have everything so easily at your disposal, like back in the day. That being said, I'd be a mess without my coffee and my coconut creamer. So, no. I'll stay here. Thanks.

"Beach House Vacay"

CW ~ slight [auditory] voyeurism, implied cheating (but no one actually cheats), oral, p➡️v, general smart assery

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Briefly:

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It was time for the annual gtfo of town summer trip for the Demon Slayer Corp. For obvious reasons, they couldn't all go. Except, last year got kind of screwed up. Everyone but you, Sanemi, and a few others got to go. Even the baby slayers (Zenitzu, Tanjiro, Nezuko, and Inosuke) left. How it's supposed to work is that every other year, names are drawn. Whoever had to stay behind on the previous trip was automatically a shoo-in this summer. So on and so forth.

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This year, it was just you and Sanemi heading out. Oh, you almost forgot, and f/n, the woman he met in a nearby village a couple of months ago. She wasn't driving out with you because she had some things to take care of. But she'd ride out later with the others.

You had no reason to dislike the woman Sanemi was seeing. Everyone was so excited for him to finally be dating. But it pissed you off. Like, in a weird way. Sure, yeah. Whatever, ok. Sanemi is hot. His wild eyes and tousled hair and his ... hands ... his body when he trains. Rain or shine. But you didn't feel that way about him. You've been with the Corp for 2 years. It was your job. There was no time to develop a stupid crush on another slayer. Not that you'd paid him any serious attention.

***

"Y/N! Put your shit in the trunk, and let's go. If we hit traffic, I'm going to be pissed," Sanemi yelled from the garage. He was still bringing his bags out, too. You weren't sure why he was getting on your case. You dragged your suitcases out to the car. Using your hips and legs to maneuver the awkward boxes around, you hoist them into the trunk. "Ok. Let's hit the road!" You're excited about this, as in like feeling a resounding pit in your stomach excited. It was your first time going. It was your first time going, and it was with Sanemi. Maybe that was why?

You sat down in the driver's seat and made some minor adjustments. Sanemi slammed the trunk down and climbed into the back seat. "Ahhh. Ok, go." He looked on at you, deadass. "Dri-vuh!" You could handle this one of two ways: You could drive off and indulge him in the obvious fantasy of him wanting you to be his chauffeur. Or you could yell at him to get his ass in the front because you're no one's driver.

Wanting to set a good tone for the vacation, you decided to play along. "Ho-k, boss. Did you put the directions in the navigation?" He huffed, completely unamused at your stupid little joke in response to his stupid little joke. "You didn't do that shit already? God. Jus– just move. I'm driving." Sanemi muttered something under his breath as he tapped his foot in the gravel, waiting for you to get out.

"I heard you, y'know. I'm sorry I'm not all 'perfect Sanemi's girlfriend'. Has she seen you throw one of your hissy fits? Or do you just reserve those special for the people that have to constantly be around you?" He looked even less interested in what you had to say now than 15 seconds ago. "Whatever," you got into the passenger seat and buckled up. "I can't stand you most of the time anyway."

The music was on but not so loud you couldn't talk over it. Neither one of you had spoken a word since the exchange at the mansion, though. It was driving you crazy keeping so quiet. But it seemed like things were going as planned; light traffic, only 30 minutes until you got to the beach house. Only 32 minutes until you wouldn't be stuck in a small space with each other. You rolled your eyes to your reflection in the window. Yep. Right. On. Schedule.

***LATER***

"I don't care if I am the only one that's going to be in here. I want it. Besides, you and your girlfriend would have quicker access to the beach from the other room. You're welcome!" You slammed the door in his face and began muttering to yourself like a crazy person. "Oh, ohhh I'M SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA, and I can do whatever I want because I yell the loudest. Mehh mehhh mehhhh." Turning to put your stuff in the master bath, you stopped short of running right into the very man you had been mocking. "You didn't see this was an adjoining room. Did you, y/n?" Your face turned a deep shade of red that brought out every single freckle. "Well, I ... ffffucking see it now ... don't I? Could you please get out of my room? I'm going to change and then go down to the beach." Sanemi stepped back into his room, and you closed and locked the door after him.

You put your black swimsuit and cut-off shorts on, fill up your water bottle, and head down to the water. Opening the back door, you pushed through onto the wrap-around porch. "This house is incredible," you sigh heavily and step toes first into the soft, warm sand.

The sky was dark, and the air was heavy with humidity. No matter. You were on vacation, and nothing, not even your grumpy housemate, was going to take this from you. The water was 100' or so from the house, and you'd made it about halfway down. "Fffuck I love the be– was, was that lightning?" You took a tiny step backward.

Thunder

Lightning.

More thunder.

More lightning.

Laughter?

Laughter. "That bastard."

Sanemi sat on the porch swing, swaying casually. He raised his glass to you as the torrential rain started to come down. It was so noisy that you could barely hear him, "How's the weather," Sanemi yelled to you. Having a pretty good idea of what he said to you, you raised your arms and shook your head.

"I. Am. Here. For. My. Vacation. He. Will. Not. Ruin. This. For. Me." That would likely become your mantra for the foreseeable future. You took off your shorts, stuck your finger through the belt loop, flung them over your shoulder, and continued walking on the sand.

A few miles out, you decided to turn back. There was a slight drop in the temperature, and you just wanted to get inside. It wasn't cold, per se, but a hot bath sounded nice. You walked at a calm pace most of the way back. It was your time away from the routine of training and slaying. You wanted to sit on your ass for a few days. Life and work would be there when you got home.

The rain had stopped some time ago, and your shorts dried, but you still weren't wearing them. As you approached the house, you could see the huge kitchen window. There were people inside. Food spread out on the table; fruits, an assortment of sushi, and salads. Your stomach rumbled before you had a chance to register how hungry you'd gotten since leaving the mansion. Sanemi didn't stop to eat once on the drive out. Food is for "the weak."

You walked around to find the outdoor washing station, cleaning your hands and dusting your feet on the mat just before stepping into the back hall to the kitchen. The smell of the small banquet hit you like a ton of bricks. You reached for a plate, but a rough hand rested on yours, keeping you from serving the food onto your plate. You knew the hand before you saw the rest of the body it belonged to. "I know you weren't going to grab a plate and stick your nasty ass jellyfish poking, pebble picking up, sandcastle building fingers into all of this food before you washed, right?"

You couldn't help but giggle and tuck your chin down. "Sahh-nehh-mee," you whispered, overstating his name. Closing the space "If you want to hold my hand, all you have to do is ask me, big boy."

You understood why he should be blushing, and he was. But WHY was YOUR face so hot? He didn't shrink away from you like you thought he would. He did, however, press you for an answer. "Well? Did you wash your filthy dirty hands, y/n? I'm not here to become patient zero." Amusing, you thought. "I washed my hands at the sink next to the outdoor shower. Just off the side near the porch swing. Where you sat and made fun of me for getting stuck in the rain. Did you not look around after that? 'Scuse me."

You pushed past him and got a few things to eat, and headed to the master bedroom. "Filthy dirty hands. I'll fucking show you filthy dirty hands. You'll be begging for some antibacterial soap ... Oh ... oh, shit." You flinched as you remembered talking to yourself earlier and how he snuck up on you. Though you locked the door right after telling him to leave.

Just to be sure, you checked it again. It wasn't locked. It was probably someone looking around for an empty room. You told yourself it was that and not the remote possibility it was Sanemi. Because, well, why would he do that?

***

It was 1:34 am. when you looked over at the numbers dimly lit up on the nightstand clock. "I'm not even working and I can't sleep through the night." You had the bad luck of being a light sleeper. It wasn't always like this. Since joining the corp, you're lucky to get 4 or 5 hours on nights when youre home.

Tossing back the light blanket, you lowered your feet to the cool wood floor and followed the muffled noises. They led you to the door separating your room from Sanemi's. And the damn thing was cracked open. "Mm - a-ah, fuck, y/n, yes ... s'tight." Your hand flew up to lay over your mouth. Those noises were not unfamiliar to you. But hearing them fall so sinfully from Sanemi's lips was new to you. "Fff-ungh, oh – oh shi–" his voice became muffled for a moment. His movements were more erratic.

The longer you stood there eavesdropping on his pleasure, the more you were starting to doubt your resolve to hate this man. Surely, you were just feeling lonely and wanting to be touched as well. *Anyone* getting off in the next room, making these lewd noises would elicit these same feelings in you as well. Not necessarily just Sanemi. Right?

You sunk the length of the wall to the floor beside the door and listened to this brazen man sounding just a little vulnerable. "Hah - fuck, yeah ... hard ... ple - y/n, harder ... I ... m'gonna ... ugnnhh ... Oh, fuh— oh fffuck yes."

Your head shot up from his sexy lullaby. "Did ... me? He just said *my* name!" You wanted so badly to sneak over to his room. But the village slut he brought was probably there. "Why did he say my name if she was there, though," you whispered to yourself.

***

The sun woke you up after a few more hours of sleep. You got up and went to the bathroom to erase any sign of dishevelment from your body. A smile slowly crept across your lips as you recalled Sanemi saying your name. "Why not." Putting on some mascara, you skipped downstairs to see what there was for breakfast.

The spread was beautiful. It was a lot like dinner but with breakfast foods. You walked by Sanemi and gave his muscular arm a squeeze on your way to the sink. "I'm washing my hands. Especially for you." He let a small laugh fall from his mouth. "It's appreciated, y/n. No one likes filthy people handling the food."

"Yes, well anyway ... speaking of filthy people handling things, did you hear something around 1:30 this morning? Like, gosh, it sounded like someone was crying or something. Mmm, maybe not crying so much. Well, it sounded like they were jer-" Sanemi put his hands out in front of him to stop you from saying anything else. His face a brilliant red, again.

"NO! NOTHING LIKE THAT, HEH." He practically yelled that at you. If the rest of the people in the house weren't awake yet, they're sure to be now. Your eyes got large, and you leaned over the counter in as playful a way as you could fold yourself into. Your eyes narrowed as you bit your bottom lip. You plan to goad him on until he snaps and confesses his undying love for you – but why do you care? This is Sanemi.

***

There was a knock at the door, and Sanemi went to get it. A sexy and sweet voice purred out an excited greeting to Sanemi. "Hiii youuu. I have arrived." You rolled your eyes and mouthed the words back to no one. "Youuu, ha! You arrre here, all right. Look at that! Heyyyy ... y-you! I, I thought you weren't coming out until the end of the week?" That was the question of the hour. Sanemi looked back at you, and you could see he was feigning excitement. Why was he talking like that? Long drawn-out words were your thing.

"Hi, y/n. Enjoying your vacation so far?" F/n (village girl) asked you. Why did you disapprove of her so much? You smiled, looking at Sanemi and back to her, nodding a lazy yes. "It's beautiful here, I love the beach. Always have." You had to get out of there. You felt guilty that you were upset about her showing up 2 days too early. You felt like after hearing Sanemi say your name in such a way he did, you two were making progress.

"I'm gonna head to my room." A bath would make you feel better, you decided. You poured some salts into the bottom of the tub and ran the water a little hotter than you typically do. And then, you felt a gutsiness bubbling up from your gut. Like a fire that was on the verge of burning out of control.

You walked back to the kitchen where Sanemi and village girl sat, talking and feeding one another. Barf. "'San? I'm getting into the bath now." Village girl whipped her head around and looked at you as if you'd just materialized from a different plane of existence. Her eye twitched. Jesus, why we're you being like this?

Sanemi raised his eyebrows [shut up - he has eyebrows to me] and inhaled sharply, but quietly, so as not to alert his guest that he was sending up a million prayers for a huge gust of ocean air to come in and rip the pink towel away from you. Yes, he believed, they'll never know.

"Uh, heh, yeah. Ok, y/n. Thanks? ... thanks for telling me. We're um, gonna ... be ..." He was trying to form words, but it was an undertaking with you standing there wearing only a towel. Village girl was becoming exasperated, and Sanemi tried to figure out why you thought he needed to know you were taking a bath.

"O-ok, then. That's where I'll be. If, I mean, if you need me for anything. That's, that's where I'll be." You tilted your head to the right a little and smiled the sweetest smile at the both of them and swung around on your heels. Ew. Ok, who the fuck was THAT just now. And why, why, whyyy am I behaving like this? To Sanemi, of all people. I don't even like him. Reign it in, y/n, you thought to yourself as you headed to the hot bathtub. You're being icky. And over him. You let out a sigh of pleasure and slight pain as the hot water enveloped your body. You sat in there for an hour. Refilled the tub 3 times. But no one came knocking on your master bathroom door.

***

You awoke to the sound of laughter. "You, sir, are a fucking cheater!" Village girl accused Sanemi. "HOW! How could anyone cheat at this!?" He sounded like he was having fun. But for some reason, that just made you feel more isolated. If that miserable ass can have fun, why can't you?

You made your way down the dark staircase. Not acknowledging anyone, you went outside and sat down on the banister. It had started to rain again. The sun set not long ago. But any sign of light was strangled out by the heavy clouds.

You heard the door open, and you pinched your eyes closed, praying it was Sanemi coming out. "Hey hey, are you ok? Um, I have something kind of awkward I think I should say to you. I'm sorry, but ... uh, well, you–" You jumped down from the railing and got closer to her, trying to come off as chill as possible. Even though you're well known for not having any chill at all. "I'm jus' here for vacation. Nothin' else. I'm not a fan of drama or lovers' quarrels. I don't care what you and San–" You stopped yourself as you noticed a little bit of blood where you were sitting. "Awww, mother of shit." Village girl nodded and handed you a small plastic-wrapped square. "The last thing I wanted to do was make a scene in there. Or make you uncomfortable. Because we don't know each other very well. And," she looked around, trying to find something new to focus on. So you spoke for her instead. "Because it's generally just an awkward thing to say to a stranger. No, I get it. I appreciate you telling me. Thank you ... erm ..." God. You ran off upstairs and shouted Thank you over your shoulder.

You took your shorts and panties off and began to rinse them out in the tub. The stain wasn't nearly as bad as you thought it would be. "It had to be this pair. Goddamn it. Why does it always have to be the cute pair." You hung things up to dry and dressed again and went back down for dinner.

Village girl was the first to see you standing at the door, but you didn't notice her smiling at you. "What's on the menu," you asked Sanemi, mostly. He pointed and described the different dishes and handed you a plate only to pull it back just as fast. "Ah! Your hands clean?" Smirking, you flipped him off with both of them. "Clean enough for ya?"

You all ate dinner together and talked about missions you'd been on. Missions you wish you hadn't gone on. Who your favorite hashira were. There wasn't, however, talking about your least favorite. It just wasn't that kind of night. It was a night and a space full of warmth. Of happiness. And hell, even love. Any kind. It just resonated throughout the house.

"Help me with the dishes, shit hands." You continued to talk with one of the kakushi. Genuinely enjoying yourself for the first time in ages. "Hey! Shit hands." Turning your head to see who Sanemi was addressing as such. You felt bad for them being given one of his terrible nicknames. "Yeah you, y/n. Help me with clearing the table and doing the dishes." You glared and walked across the room to him. Jabbing two fingers into his ribs, you said, "You're going to have to do better than shit hands," You lowered your voice and narrowed your eyes until they were tiny slits on your face. "Big boy."

It took about 30 minutes to get everything straightened up, washed and dried, and put away. The two of you splashing at one another didn't do much to speed up the process because you had to mop up the floor. But you were happy with how nice the place looked again. You sat down at the kitchen island and began mindlessly playing with your hair and mindlessly rubbing the side of your neck.

"I'm so fucking bored!" Sanemi whined as he paced behind you. The manic energy radiating from his body was tangible. You'd give almost anything to be the one to entertain him. For him to touch your skin. You shook your head, not this again, you thought, trying to warn your future self out of the thoughts to come.

Yep, y/n, this again, you succumbed to the fantasy. Your eyes involuntarily rolled back some as you imagined him pressing his hard cock into your back, pressing his lips to the outer lining of your ear and telling you all of the disgusting shit he'd do to do you.

His lips are on your ear.

His hot breath is on your ear.

His words.

You couldn't even begin to imagine what he'd whisper to you. This was one hell of a little fantasy. You could almost feel him.

Sanemi's lips grazed the side of your ear. "Huh? Wh– shit! Sanemi! What are you doing?" You got up from the barstool you sat on and backed away like you were the guilty party. "I said, hello? Earth to y/n? You looked like you needed CPR. Your eyes rolled back for a second," he laughed. "Heh ... yeah. No! I mean no! CPR is not what I need right now. I was," You took an unusually large deep breath, "momentarily and ridiculously turned – N-nothing." You choke out. "Turned ... stupid. I just went dumb for a minute."

Sanemi didn't buy your lies for a second. The way your body reacted to him. To the most subtle touch of his lips to your warm skin. He had this leverage over people. He had leverage over you. "Oh, ok. Well, whatever. I'm turning – We're turning ... in. So, goodnight. Shit hands." He said to you, looking almost saddened by his departure. Even though it was just upstairs. He didn't look like he wanted to leave you behind.

You wanted to scream at him not to go to bed with her, to stay with you. Because how could she ever keep up with him? She didn't understand the life you two led. The sacrifices that you've all had to make.

But you didn't tell him these things. You couldn't. It was unfair to village girl. It was unfair to Sanemi, and it was baffling to you where this sudden rush of feelings came from. Somewhere between the car ride from the mansion and here, you had started falling for the jerk. Unless what if it was sooner and you just needed time away to confirm it? You knew you had to either start dismissing these feelings altogether or give in.

Neither was an appealing option to you. So you did all you knew to do that would keep things status quo. "Goodnight, big boy," You mouthed and smiled sweetly at Sanemi. Watching him be dragged up the stairs into the darkness by another woman.

***

"All I'm– all I'm saying is you two seem to have an ... unusual dynamic. That's all. I wasn't suggesting anything." Village girl was talking to Sanemi, and you could hear every stinking word of it. It made you wonder why he chose the room next to yours. You did force him out of the master bedroom. But there were 6 other rooms he could have just as easily taken. It didn't have to be *right* next to you.

On tiptoes, you made your way to the door, separating the rooms to make sure it was locked– again. The last thing you needed was village girl sneaking over and killing you in your sleep. You snorted out a laugh. "As if she could," you assured yourself. You attempted to talk yourself out of staying there at the door, hearing their intimate conversation. This was *none* of your business. But there was a gross part of you that needed to know what was being said. They were talking about you. If you were told about this later, it wouldnt be the same. Things get lost in translation.

Hearing it firsthand was the only way you could be satisfied. With that, you decided that was justification enough. "Just tell me what you're getting at here," Sanemi said rather loudly. He always either got too loud or very, very quiet when he was arguing. You learned from countless run-ins with him that when he got quiet is when it was time to reassess your reasons for arguing with him in the first place.

"You wanna know what I'm thinking? You really wanna know? Because what I'm thinking is going to change things between us, Sanemi." You heard footsteps, fabric rustling, and the bed creaking slightly under someone's weight. "What I think is ... well, I think that y/n ..." Village girl was losing her nerve. You knew that strained sound in her voice. It was hard to be the one to point out the obvious. Especially if that was going to drive the object of your affection into someone else's arms.

"Look, I'm tired. Can we go to sleep and talk about this tomorrow? After a good night's rest, hm?" Sanemi was asking in his nice voice. Village girl said something too faint for you to catch, and then there was silence.

You brushed your teeth, climbed into your large and empty but comfortable bed, and tossed and turned for the rest of the night.

***

Morning came without the filter you prayed for the night before. "Ugh. This fucking sun." You rolled out of bed and fumbled blindly down the stairs. Sanemi was sitting alone in the kitchen, staring at a kraft paper colored envelope in his hands at the breakfast bar. "Hey. Mornin'. Did you save me any coffee?" He only looked at you after you said something to him.

"Whoa, man. You look a little rough around the edges." He glanced up at you as you made your toward him. His white hair and scarred face look somehow softer to you in this morning's light. "Are you ok? Where's village gi-" You stopped yourself from finishing that question. He hated when you called her that and never understood why you were so uncompromising about your determination to not know her name. "Sorry. Where's f/n?"

He handed you the envelope. You opened it and pulled out the folded piece of paper. It was a handwritten letter. Addressed to him.

● "Sanemi, The short time we were together was some of the best times I have ever shared with another human being. Unfortunately, that's where you and I will always differ. I am a run-of-the-mill woman, and you are a well above-average man. DO NOT get me wrong, I'm not saying you're better than me. Not by a long shot, ha! You have such a gentle soul, and there will always be a space reserved for you in my heart. But I was kidding myself when I thought that's where YOUR heart wanted to be. I see how you look at y/n. You light up when her name is mentioned. You practically float when she is in the same room as you. I am not willing to sit by and listen to you two lovingly insult one another. Though I'd give up so much to have you call me something as affectionate as Shit Hands and mean it. I know deep down you two should explore this and see where it takes you both. At least *try*, Sanemi. Of all the people I've met in my life, I believe you are one of them who truly deserve happiness. You have some parts, as most of us do, that are irrevocably damaged. Maybe y/n can help heal where I wasn't even able to stop the bleeding.

Please, please take care of yourself.

F/N

A.K.A.★Village Girl★

P.S. I know that's what y/n calls me. It's ok.

"Oh shit, Sanemi ... I, I'm so sorry. Can, can I do anything—" He was walking towards you before you could even finish your pitiful and forced condolence rambles. You were sad for him. It's not like you were a completely heartless monster.

"What did you say to her the night you two were on the porch?" He was close to you. So close you wish you'd brushed your teeth or, at the very least, rinsed with mouthwash. He'd backed you against the fridge, his left hand pressed into the cool metal. "Tell me. What you. Said. Y/n."

Did you say anything to her? You couldn't remember anything when Sanemi was this close to you. If he hadn't just said your name a second ago, you'd probably forget that, too. "I, I don't think that I said anything out of the ordinary confines of casual conversation. No!" He glared at you. "I didn't. I didn't say anything that would be construed as impolite. Why are you trying to pin this on me!"

Sanemi slammed both of his hands on the fridge, making you flinch and causing it to rock back and hit the wall. "I'm NOT *trying* to pin anything on you. I just, how the fuck ... how the fuck did she know?" You opened your eyes and peeked at him, mindful not to stare for too long. Sometimes, he was like an animal you should avoid prolonged eye contact with. "How'd she know? How'd she know what?" You knew what he was talking about. But you needed too hear him acknowledge this elephant in the beach house.

Sanemi sighed and lowered his face to your shoulder, letting it rest there. His arms are still caging you in against the fridge. "Um, hey," you peeped, "Are you going to be ok?" He let out some sort of strained noise. Your body got so heavy and hot when you realized it was nearly identical to the noises you heard him making a few nights back.

Your chest rose and fell at unnatural intervals as your breath quickened. He was so close, but you still felt like there was infinite space between you. Lifting your hands slowly, so you didn't startle Sanemi out of whatever trance he was in, you put your palms flat against his chest.

You could feel his whole body beating. He began to nuzzle his face into your neck. Inhaling deeply, he dragged his bottom lip up to your earlobe. "Sanemi ..." You managed, a bit starved for oxygen from holding your breath if you're being honest. "Mmhmm?" He responded, leaning down more to kiss your reddened cheek.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you. You were still in the clothes you slept in; a camisole and some thin shorts. What there was to see and touch on your body was not much of a secret. Sanemi had planned to use your lack of coverage to his advantage.

He ran his hands up under your cami and dug his fingertips into the heated skin of your back. He wasn't leaving a spot of your neck untouched with his lips. He brought you up around his waist and headed for the stairs. Within seconds, the two of you were at the entrance to your room.

He got you to the cal king bed and set you down on top of the messy blankets. Resting on his knees, he took his shirt off, exposing his scarred and beautiful chest before pushing your tiny top up.

He fell onto your chest. Licking and biting at your still-sensitive nipples. Grabbing and kneading at the pliant skin of your tits. Your breathing was becoming uncontrolled. It feels good to let yourself fall to utter abandon. It feels good to have Sanemi on top of you. Touching you in the ways you most wanted to be touched.

You could feel every inch of his dick pressing against your hot cunt through the skimpy fabric. The outline of his tip brushing your entrance was driving you mad. You locked eyes as he rolled his hips into you, making space between your plush thighs like you were now a piece of property he owned.

"You wa-, you want me to fuck you, y/n?" Your back arched at his words. "Mmhmm, yes, yes! 'Ver since I heard you cum and say my name the other night."

He slowed for a moment, a sheepish look spread over his face. "Oh, huh. I got carried away that night. You were so difficult on the ride here I had to ..." His attention waned, and his eyes glossed over a little. "I did unspeakable things to you in my head." You raised your hips to angle him at you better.

"Oh? Like what?" You propped yourself up on your elbows. He smiled a rather sinister flash of his white teeth and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you down closer to him. Sanemi put most of his weight behind the kiss he just gave you. Pressing you into the bed.

Your pussy clenched at the wild feeling of his tongue darting in and out of your mouth. "God. I want you inside of me, Sanemi. Take your fucking pants off." You both moved at a frenzied pace. Unable to remove the clothing fast enough that kept your pleasure just out of reach.

Sanemi got his pants off and threw them aside. Then he was before you, his cock stood against his abdomen, the head already leaking precum. You fell at him with an open mouth. "Tchh-ahh. You wanna suck my cock like the little bitch I know you are." You moaned at his words and hollowed out your cheeks with just his tip in your mouth. His head rolled back, and he exhaled an animalistic growl and put his hands on the back of your head to set his pace.

"Hah – m'gonna, unghh ... ffff–" You licked Sanemi's length, swirling your tongue over his swollen tip once more before he laid you down on your back. You smiled at him. "You gonna teach me a lesson now, big boy?"

"You are really fucking asking for it, y/n. Sanemi plied apart your knees to lay them flat on the bed and buried his face in your pussy. Licking over your clit until you were about to cum but pulling his mouth off of you when you bucked up against his face too much. "Fuck, Sanemi." Your hands found their way to the back of his head and you tried shoving it back down. But he replaced his mouth with 2 rough fingers. Knowingly massaging your walls in every direction. "You're gettin' ahead of yourself, shit hands." You threw your head back laughing, "Don't call me that right now! Gross!"

You were so wet around his fingers. He stopped touching your pussy and wrapped his large hand around his cock, pumping himself furiously while he licked the inside of your thigh with the tip of his tongue. "Fuck me, Sanemi. Please, I want to feel you inside of me. I'm so close, please."

He spit on your soaked cunt and pressed the bulky head of his cock just inside of you. "Ah ... Oh Jesus, S'nemi. More... All of it. Go all the way in." Your head fell back and you started to rub and pinch at your nipples. "You're not going to cum until I fucking say you're gonna cum. Do you understand, y/n? You won't walk for a week if you cum before I say you can. Fuckin' got it, my pretty little slut?"

You looked at him with wide honey-brown eyes. Like a deer about to be hit by a train. "Y-yes. I won't cum until you say that I can."

Satisfied with your answer he rocked his hips into your burning center. You were on the edge of insanity trying to hold back the tsunami of pleasure that was threatening to fall over you. "Oh, oh fff-fuck, Sanemi! I, I'm ..." You were a gentle brush of your swollen clit away from cumming all over him. "S'nemi, fucking se–seriously. Oh god!"

He pulled out of you and began spreading you open, fingering your hole. You began to grind into his hand to keep riding out the high you were about to fall from. "Ahh ahh ahhh, sweetheart. You heard what I said. Not until I tell you."

You reached out to him and brought his face close to yours. He kissed you on your lips and then down your jawline to your neck. Grabbing your wrists, he held them down above your head and ran his tongue over your nipples. Biting and sucking on them until they were an even deeper shade of pink. Slightly bruising them to fuel his satisfaction and desire.

You scooted down farther so you could rub on his thigh. You'd been holding on to this for far too long. He pressed his leg into your wet warmth, making sure to miss the neediest spot on you. "You wanna cum sugar tits? I think ... that I ... might eat you out for a while. But don't cum ...."

"M-mm-hmm, oh, ok. Ok." Your brain was turning to mush. Sanemi trailed his tongue between your breasts and around your belly button down to your achingly empty pussy. "Sanemi, pl-please ..."

He stuck his fingers in your mouth, "Suck." You did as you were told, hoping to get into his good graces. Hoping he'd give you the go-ahead to release this fucking pent-up energy. Pulling his slobbered fingers from your mouth, he slipped them between your slick folds. With his tongue, he dragged fat lines up and down your lower belly.

"Do you, y/n, think I should be nice now and give you what you want? You have been fairly well-behaved today. You might have earned it."

Sanemi propped up all of the pillows on the bed and laid back on them. "C'mere." You crawled over to him and sat, straddling his upper leg. He reached out and started grazing your chest with his fingertips.

You started to rub your cunt greedily on his leg and played with his balls, letting your head lay back. Sanemi's hands wrapped around your waist and slid down to cup your ass. He pulled you over on top of him so you hovered just above his lap. "Sit on it. Slowly."

You lowered yourself down carefully, noticing the way he stretched you and filled you up. But you couldn't go slow for long. He'd teased you and fucked with you for so long that you just couldn't behave anymore.

"Y/n, fuck, my god, mmuhh ..." You bounced up and down on his hard cock, your clit rubbing at his public bone. Your body clenched around him and sucked him in in a way he thought he'd died and gone to the afterlife. He took your right tit in his left hand and rolled it around. His right hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you into him as you went up and down faster and faster.

The relief was so much closer than you anticipated. He felt so good sliding in and out of you. "Hoh- fuck, Sanemi, you're so big." You leaned forward and began kissing him while your cunt pulled him into you even more. Kissing him was taking this to a whole new level of arousal.

"O-ok, okokok. You can cum - you can cum now, y/n. Fuck- fucking I'm g'na, Hah...." His hips rose to meet with each drop of your body. He pulled you close, his hands on your ass. He wasn't guiding you but going along with you. Anticipating your movements.

He lay back onto the stacked pillows and you fell forward onto his chest. Grinding onto him faster and faster until your orgasm washes over you wave after wave after wave.

Sanemi flips you over so he's on top of you now. He pounds into you with an intensity you never imagined feasible. "That's right, sweetheart." He brings your knees up to your chest and prods into you. His balls slap into your ass, sending vibrations throughout your body and clapping noises into the room.

He watched closely where your bodies met and where he continually disappeared into you. The familiar white ring at the base of his cock from your cum mixture sends him over the edge. "Oh shh- shit y/n. Fucking shhitt. That's a good girl. Fuck. You're s'fuckin' tight and wet for me."

He collapsed a wet shaking heap on top of you. You could feel the last few jerks of his cock as he stopped cumming inside of you and he came back down. His full body weight on you.

He started snoring.

"Sane– Sanemi? Un-fucking-belie-" You couldn't believe that after that, he passed out on top of you! Laughing to yourself, you began to struggle under his relentless frame. Grunting and shoving, trying to get out of his trap.

He chuckled, "Do you really think I'd just drop out like that?" Rolling over to one side of the bed, he gave you leeway to get comfortable next to him. "These sheets ... should we wash them before we go home tomorrow?" You blushed. You, mostly, were the reason they'd become so soiled.

"They said to leave everything and they'd take care of it after we leave." You reached out and brushed away the hair stuck to his forehead and smiled at him. "So, uh, when do you want to leave?" You were sad the days had gone by so quickly. But still, really happy to be here.

Sanemi lay back on the messy pile of pillows and pulled you over to him. "What's the hurry, sweetheart? By my count, we don't have to be out of here until 12:01 am. tomorrow night. "I'm just getting started with you, and I'm nowhere near done.

He pulled you over atop his lap and kissed you softly. You let out the slightest little sound, goddamn it, if that sweet kiss didn't turn you on all over again. You wrapped your arms loosely over his shoulders and gave him a moment to figure out what you wanted.

Sanemi tucked his hands up under your legs and pulled you up higher on his chest, nibbling on the inside of your thighs. "Sit on my face and let me eat. Then I'll feed you, we'll shower, and eventually figure out how to explain this to everyone when we get home. Or, now hear me out, we could just send them a video."

You both laughed at how you thought each of them would react. And you made the video, anyway. But that was just for the two of you.

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Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask (Answered)

I"m not even gonna wait for anyone to ask bcuz this bitch is gonna answer them NOW

I wait for no one 😤

Keep reading if you wanna see my answers!

I nominate @xxsabitoxx, @magoliaomega, @yurmomsawh0r, and all my other writer moots to answer all these as well, CUZ I WANNA KNOW WAT YALL HAVE TO SAY

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

All of my old Doushino fics lmao, I like the base storyline I did for all of them, but my writing was so shitty back then and I cringe looking back at them now. Ireally really wish I could just rewrite them but Ik some people would literally shit their pants if i deleted them so im stuck

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

I have a kink for apology/angst scenes haha, if couldn't already tell from my past works. It's just something that I feel everyone thrives for, especially myself, where the love interest apologizes for all their wrong doings and admits that they long for yn's forgiveness and love. Mama is a heart throb

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Any scene with shinobu in my Gamer Giyu fic "The Perfect Date". I tried to make her as funny as possible in that one, and believe me, there were plenty more funny moments of her in my draft for that fic that I ended up having to cut out bcuz I felt it drew away from the plot too much. Oh how I wish to make a fic just for her lol

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

I like to make the love interests assholes sometimes, just to piss you guys off hehe, everytime they do something shitty that makes you hella sad, just know that it was me 😈

✍ Do you have a beta reader?

I don't unfortunately, I kinda just go read over it myself a couple times to check for mistakes but thats pretty much it. Ngl lie though, I am kinda interested in having someone else proofread for spelling mistakes and plot holes, any takers 👀 preferrably someone who's talented with that sort of thing haha

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

I always enjoy a good simile and metaphor here and there, not really sure about themes... love at first sight maybe? enemies to lovers? tsundere? I like sad fics as well that have happy endings, I will never, ever do a completely sad ending, i just don't like them and they leave a bad taste in my mouth

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Dog, I dont even knooooooooooow, i think all of my fics are pretty straight forward and tame. Maybe Regrettable? All of my super crazy fics are still in production so we'll just wait and see, but for drafts rn, my "No Escape" (Sanemi x Reader) series is gonna be hella crazy, so just you wait

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

My fav thing about my writing is probably my dialogue, i think I write pretty appropriate dialogue. I try my damn hardest not to make the characters cringe and to make them relatable so I hope I've done a good job with that

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

Ngl, I kinda hate them. Kissing is nice and all but i write smut yall, i got bigger things to worry about than smooching. Now virginity loss fics are a whole nother story, bcuz i can actually make it enjoyable unlike real life 😭 Shitty first time gang arise ✊

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

Nope, I bask in silence, maybe some white noise in the background sometimes? Music distracts me too much

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

I use my notes app on my phone to make my outlines, google for thesaurus, and an online word counter for the final word count

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

Yup, for those who remember, I was working on a fic called Night and Day about Kyo x stepsister reader who was living with him. Originally I had him as a yandere, obsessive person with reader being uninterested in him and the fic being non-con, but I ended up scrapping the whole thing and changing it to be a fluff fic with reader living with kyo, reader having a crush on him, and slowly the two grow closer, with tons and tons of angst and sadness. The original outline for the non-con fic is on my patreon if anyone would like to see the poor thing, it had 8 chapters outlined too haha. what a waste.

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

Only 1 ☝️ I'm pretty sure i've mention her before, my friend sam? We used to read a ton of fanfics and watch anime growing up so she's the only person i've ever told since she understands the field, and i am never gonna tell anyone else 😭I would literally die, my group at college doesn't even watch anime

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Either Perfect Date or Regrettable

🍷 Do you drink and write?

Hehe no, I do smoke and write sometimes though

🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?

My Little One if I remember correctly

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

I usually like to write at night after I've finished all of my hw, right before bedtime :)

💖 What made you start writing?

I had a ton of idea for fics but didn't want to spend my days requesting all of them so I just wrote them myself, I write so much shit already for school, so I just said fuck it, lets ball

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

I thrive off of them ❤️‍🔥 I frame every single comment on my wall ngl

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

Cheating. Not sure if thats a trope but i kinda feel it is in some fics where reader or love interest cheats, the one who got cheated on gets revenge sex with another party, and then they get back together. I just hate it and it hurts my feeling and turns me off

💲 Would you ever open commissions?

Of course! After I finish all of my requests I'm gonna get that started hopefully and use the money to buy hot figurines 🥵

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

Sometimes, it depends on the fic. I usually just look up time period stuff so that things are close to accurate

🏆 What's your most popular fic?

My Little One

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

I love halloween fics, they are scarily hot

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

YUP, @magoliaomega has perfectly written part 2 for two of my fics, reading her gifts is so eerie bcuz they were exactly wat i would've wanted for the sequel and I love her for for it, she is literally god

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

I've never gotten any but I would love to, fan art is awesome

📈 How many fics do you have?

Uhhhh like 20 I think?

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

I usually outline but I'm kinda thinking ab stopping bcuz my best fics were written without any preparations so well see.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Girl Imma talk about I'm Yours, my upcoming series ab alpha kyo and omega fem reader. I am sosososoosososossosos excited for this one yall have no idea. I've already mapped out the chapters and plot and everything. Im currently working on chapter two and just cant wait to get this shit done so i can post everything. I'm just excited to add to the very small pile of kny omegaverse fics and hopefully the series will inspire more abo creations for demon slayer. Another work I'm excited ab is a collab im doing with a fellow bestie 😏 I wont name any names or say wat the fic is ab but hopefully well get the fic done sometime next year, really excited to work with her on this!

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

I would start off with headcannons, then short scenes, then one-shots, then multi-chapter. I went backwords from this list and i wish i didnt haha. theres nothing wrong with doing it out of that order of course, I just think its the best way to build up skill and get a hang of things. Also dont be afraid to take breaks! burning urself out will lead to depression babes

💞 Who's your comfort character?

Shinobu ❤️ she was the first girl I wrote for in demon slayer and she's always held a special place in my heart

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

Can't really answer this one lmaoooooo, so ill choose a random headcannon I have, Shizu taught Sanemi how to cook and he always helped her make meals for the family

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Kyojuro, my love. He is so pure, I wanna suck the soul outta him

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Mitsuri was obviously upset.

One day was fine. Two was pushing it. Three was a little concerning. Four was a lite search. Five was thorough detective work. And six was a breakdown. By day seven, today, she was still bawling in her pillow, wondering where-oh-where you’d gone.

Meanwhile, you hardly had time to worry about your concerning absence with a dragon on you at all times of the day. During the rare moments you weren’t getting knotted or eaten out, you were getting bathed, fed, or hushed to sleep. Similar to Kanroji, you too were sobbing into your bedding - but your reason being your cunt getting ravaged hourly. The pleasure was still incredibly mind-blowing, but your pussy was so fucked raw and puffy that you were sore beyond belief from the mating session. You had misunderstood that section in the book. You’d thought a week-long initial rut meant only occasional couplings, like a sort of honeymoon phase.Nope. Every waking moment was spent hanging off his knot and getting filled to the brim with his seed. Hereallywanted babies. And he was likely going to get them, even if it wasn’t your fertile week. You doubted his sperm would take no for an answer, honestly...

“Are you tired, my love?”

You moaned as he pulled on the lock and replied in a cracked voice. “Ye-eess.”

With one more tug, his knot was pulled free. You came painfully one final time before a flood of spunk gushed down your legs. Kyojuro flipped you over to your back and set you down onto the part of the nest that wasn’t caked in sin.

He kissed your forehead as you panted. “Our rut is done, little one. You did wonderfully, I’m so proud - you may rest now,” he whispered and laid next to you. You sighed and groaned, “Finaallyyyy.” He chuckled.

“Tomorrow we will bring your things here and anything else you may need. Your friends and family will understand, I’m sure.” You eyes shot open and you remembered them.

“Oh my god!”

Lil snippet from My Sweet Kitten (Mitsuri x Dragon Iguro) My Little One Part 2 hehe

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

Any of my non-con lmao, I think they would kill me tbh, but I heard that kinks were hereditary so this is their fault

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

If people ask for a part 2, even though I wont write one hehe

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Breeding kink, I have needs. Also pet names (baby, sweetheart, my love, darling, princess, ect)

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

Maybe as a side career, I'm not getting a degree in my field of study just to write smut all day lmaooo, i enjoy having writing as my hobby and dont want to have it bare the burden of being my main source of income, it would stress me too much

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

It depends honestly, if I'm really inspired and horny, it takes less time. My Little One took me only 3 days to write cuz i was so pent up haha, requests take longer tho bc i have a specific plot and terms to stick to, along with anxieties about whether or not the requester will approve wat i've produced, so those usually take me a couple weeks to a month

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

Action. That shit is hard. I don't think i could ever write a fight scene ever

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Not the ones i have currently but the ones i have in the works are extremely heartbreaking, i cried a little writing some of them

💥 How do you feel about criticism?

It depends on the type of criticism. I appreciate it if its about errors in my writing since i still have some growing to do in that department. But there has been some drama ab the things I write ab that people find...distasteful. If you don't like what I write ab, leave, dont waste my time pretending to be a mutual, I write for me not you. Some of yall have some real mean girl mentalities and need to grow tf up, this isn't fucking highschool. Im glad for thei experience tho bcuz it's taught me how to deal with negative people better. On the more constructive side of things tho, if you see errors like plotholes, devices, or grammar in my fics, please tell me! I miss shit sometimes and appreciate the help to better my work

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

#Smut. LMFAOOO

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

I looooove reader interactions! I wanna know what people think and what they would like to see next. I also love requests but I've learned that they are harder than they look lmao. I just worry ab disappointing readers sometimes. I want you guys to enjoy it too!

#demon slayer #demon slayer smut #kny #kny smut #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba smut

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