Sanemi x F!Y/N

I'm feeling horny and sad, so here's a horny and sad comfort one-shot I had queued, and I know y’all love some soft Sanemi

CW: hurt/comfort; mentions of death? explicit sexual content, creampie, emotional sex/love-making, crying. MDNI.

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He comes back bruised, beaten, and bloodied, but he comes back alive; and that’s all that matters.

But he comes back a little more broken, and Y/N can see it in his eyes; can see that his head and shoulders hang limp under what is undeniably the crushing press of guilt.

There was a loss of life on this mission. Whether it was one or many does not matter because Sanemi will bear the entirety of its weight, and she will lose another piece of him to this war they wage on behalf of humanity.

So when he shuffles through the shoji door of her estate and drops his head into the crook of her shoulder, she wraps her arms around him and holds him close. She holds him tight, and maybe it’s because she’s trying to keep him together when she knows that he is about to fall apart.

And when his arms encircle her waist and crush him to her, and his lips find the side of her neck as he whispers, I need you, Y/N lets him have her completely.

She lets him tug open the sleeping kimono she wears before undressing himself and allows him to lower her to the unmade futon on her bedroom floor. She lets him kiss her soft and needy, while he wraps his arms around her waist and holds her impossibly tight against him as he slides into her with a soft groan.

Sanemi has lost today, and she knows that he needs to feel her in his arms, to know that she’s safe, and still here and breathing with him until the screams in his head subside.

She locks her legs firmly around his waist to hold him to her as he rocks his hips against hers, slow and steady. Her white-haired lover hardly pulls himself out, instead content to grind up into her core because he needs to feel as close to her as possible. But she cannot help but cry out from the friction that is becoming too much to bear, and she feels Sanemi pick up his pace, his hips moving a little harsher, his length dragging in and out of her more hurriedly, and Y/N clamps her teeth down around his clavicle. She knows that he is doing this now solely for her benefit, but tonight isn’t about her; it’s about him, and he needs to be comforted.

So, with great effort, she slides her hand down the rippled expanse of her lover’s back until she comes to his firm backside and presses down, limiting the push and pull of his hips until he slows back to that needy grind against her.

In her ear, Y/N hears Sanemi’s strangled moan of gratitude as he resumes the languid roll of his groin into hers. Y/N’s hand slides back up to grip his hair, tugging lightly until he removes his face from where it has been buried in her neck so that he can meet her eyes.

The lilac irises she loves more than anything in the world are filled with such exhaustion and grief and love that it causes something inside of her to break, and her eyes become mirrors of his own. Before she knows it, they are both crying because they are both so damn tired of having to sacrifice their comrades for every demon they manage to kill.

But Y/N can do nothing but wrap her hand around the base of his neck and pull him down to kiss her, to swallow the broken sob that bubbles up in his throat as his mouth moves desperately against hers.

“It’s okay,” she whispers against his lips as she breaks away to pant, a familiar heat beginning to coil in her belly as Sanemi continues to grind deliciously into her. “You’re okay. I’m here.”

The muscles in Sanemi’s arms flex as he tightens his vice-like hold around her waist, melding every inch of Y/N’s skin into his own as he rolls his hips harder against her. He buries his face back into the side of her sweat-dampened neck, his fingers digging into the sensitive skin of her sides. Suddenly, Y/N feels herself clench tightly around him and she cries out, her vision going white as she comes apart beneath him, thrashing against the blankets while her thighs spasm around his hips. Her back arches sharply, somehow pressing her harder against him, and Sanemi cries out her name in a broken shout. He comes and she loves him, and she loves him, and she loves him.

He collapses against her, and Y/N thinks she could die happily crushed beneath the full weight of her lover’s body. She almost cries again when he moves to pull out of her, wincing at the empty cold that fills her, leaving her only with the sticky warmth of their mixed pleasure between her thighs.

But Sanemi does not move off her completely. Instead, he shuffles himself down between her legs until his head comes to rest against her stomach, his arms still wrapped around her as they lay on her futon, both still panting as they calm their breath. Y/N’s fingers move on their own to stroke his mop of white hair as it rises and falls against her belly with each breath she takes. He presses sleepy kisses against the soft of her belly and nuzzles his face against her sensitive flesh; and though she can feel his hot seed beginning to ooze out of her, this somehow feels more intimate.

“Stay here with me tonight,” she murmurs, fingers lightly scratching along Sanemi’s scalp as he hums in contentment against her skin. “Let me take care of you.”

Sanemi does not answer her, instead just settles harder against her, and she knows that he won’t argue; he’s feeling far too vulnerable to pull away from her now.

Though the enormity of the night’s casualties still threatens to suffocate him, Sanemi thinks it might be a little easier to breathe now that he’s here, with Y/N warm and soft and alive beneath him.

And so, Sanemi sleeps.

SANEMI HEAD CANONS

(as determined in the previous poll)

Hello everyone! Thanks so much for all of the 300+ votes I got on that poll, that’s like crazy 😦 rengoku and sanemi tied so we’re just gonna write for both! Rengoku’s will be in a separate post because imma be shitfaced when I’m done with this.

These head canons will involve sfw and nsfw, so if you are a minor please do not read past the part labeled NSFW

Warnings: Smut, Fem reader

(MINORS DO NOT CONTINUE AFTER THE NSFW LABEL I AM SLASH SRS)

Sanemi

Sfw

NSFW

I hope you guys liked this!! I’m going to continue rengoku’s part in a separate post, I’ll probably write it later tonight after I shower and do my 1000 step skin care routine.

Comments, likes, reblogs are all appreciated!!

I just know this man causes traffic jams when he walks in the city. Everybody has to stop to admire is beauty.

no thoughts just Sanemi’s hands

bitches be like “he’s the sweetest angel baby in the world i love him sm 🥺🥺”

and then it’s the most feral, foul mouthed, blood thirsty gremlin to ever exist

*cough* sanemi shinazugawa *cough*

it’s me…

i’m bitches

Bundle of Joy -- Part 2

Here it is!

I was not expecting Bundle of Joy to get as much love as it did, so thank you all for your kind words! It's a long one.

Read Part One here

CW: blood, some NSFW-esque content, swearing, angry Sanemi, soft Sanemi. Description of birth.

Tag list: @animeblog123 @fujochann @bonten-boys @tom01ka @theawkwardblackbee @stuckinthewrongworld @harpy-space

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Sanemi had been pissed when his crow had swooped over his head two days earlier, the little cretin squawking at him to head “Head East! Head East!” To kill a demon that had managed to evade capture by lower-ranked slayers.

Whether it had been by luck or divine intervention, Sanemi had not had a mission for nearly the entirety of Y/N’s final month of pregnancy, and he had been elated to devote every second of his days to her and her needs, as their child’s arrival drew nearer.

How the hashira relax~

Being a hashira is a hard job, and puts way too much stress on a person, so it’s only natural that they..relieve it in some way 😉

Both SFW and NSFW, regardless, 18+ MNDI

Hashira’s not included: muichiro Bc he is a BABY!!

WARNING: SFW section of Giyuu consists of spoilers, SO DOES SFW SECTION OF GYOMEI so you’ve been warned!!

Enjoy💜

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SFW:

• Rengoku when he gets stressed will focus on breathing to ease himself.

• If that doesn’t work, he will 100% go out and get some food: Bc food makes everyone happy

• tbh I don’t see this man getting super stressed Bc he absolutely loves being a hashira so I don’t see him lashing out when stressed.

NSFW:

Solo:

~ when this man gets a moment alone and he’s feeling stressed? He just uses his spit and hand.

~despite him always being very loud, when he masturbate’s he’s very quiet, he doesn’t want to get caught.

~depending on how stressed he is, Rengoku can go multiple times by himself, but normally 1 is good for him.

When with someone:

~ when Rengoku is with someone, this man will go ROUNDS.

~ whoever he’s with better be ready to be overstimulated 100%

~ unlike when he’s with himself, Rengoku is vocal when with a partner: whether it be giving out praise, or just moaning this man doesn’t mind.

~ I see this man being a switch, but if he’s on bottom he’s a power bottom!

~ I feel like this man would be a little lost when it came to aftercare. I feel like at first he didn’t even know what it was, but once you explain it to him I can see him trying his best so please be patient with him!

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You couldn’t even answer rengoku’s questions that he was asking you, the way his dick was hitting the spot that makes you want to cry out had your mind drawing blanks. You were trying to keep up with the rhythm he had, but your legs were shaking and burning, you could no longer bounce on your own accord. Rengoku had to grip your hips and help you as the two of you quickly approached your orgasms. “Kyojuro! Kyojuro!” You cried out as you felt that bubble that had been building up in your stomach finally burst as you came all over him. “Good job baby” he said softly as he lifted you off and came onto your chest.

He cleaned you off before he cleaned himself. He kissed your forehead before he wrapped your arms around you before pulling you down with him onto the plush bed under the two of you. He let out a soft laugh before peppering soft kisses all over your face.

“I love you, my sweet y/n.”

“I love you more, kyo”

SFW:

• when shinobu gets stressed, she breaks down.

• she fears she isn’t as good enough as her sister would have been. She misses her so much, and when she’s stressed, all of those insecurities come out.

• it may seem sad to others, but to her it’s a nice way to relax. Being able to take off that brave face and let it all out is calming to her.

NSFW:

Solo:

~ she isn’t usually the type to do masturbate, she deems it to be a waste of time.

~ but when she does, it’s quick, only using oral stimulation to finish.

~ will only do 1 round

When with someone:

~ she’s not really down for a rough fuck. Despite her rude remarks, once you break down her walls she’s very sweet, and very sensitive.

~ she’s normally a top, but like stated before, she’s very sensual with everything she does in the bedroom.

~ when her partner is lucky enough to make her become a bottom, she’s very touchy, running her hands down her partners chest, pulling them into kisses, and giving them praise.

~ I feel like when she’s with someone she’ll do more than 1 round if the partner wants more than one. I think she’s a person pleasure.

~ aftercare to her can sometimes be really important, other days not so much. It honestly depends on how the session went, and how her mindset was going into it.

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It had been a rough night. It was one of those nights where shinobu had a breakdown, of course you listened to everything she had said, and comforted her, and it was her idea to start everything.

As she was on top, moaning, with tears running down her face, she had asked you multiple questions that showed her mindset of what you needed to do afterwards. “You’re not going to leave too, right? You love me right? You know I’m only mean to you because I love you right?”

This night you knew it might be for the best if the two of you have a rough yet passionate night together. You flipped the two of you over so you were now on top. You had wiped her tears then kissed her face. “Of course I know you’re only mean to me because you love me. I love you for you. You’re so amazing shinobu. I love you so much I’m never going to leave you.” You’d coo at her as the two of you make sure she has as many orgasms as it takes to make her calm again.

Once you did, you knew it was definitely an aftercare night. You held her close and told her how precious she was to you, and how her sister would be so proud of all of the things she has accomplished. Shinobu may be mean sometimes, but once you get under that rude front: she’s an angel from heaven.

SFW:

~ spending time with Kaburamaru. Allowing Kaburamaru to slither wherever his best friend wants.

~ spending time with Mitsuri is another big stress reliever. Hearing her laugh and just being around her soothes this man beyond belief.

NSFW:

Solo:

~ you think this man will use his hands? Absolutely not.

~ hear me out: he definitely has a flesh light.

~ thinks it’s too tiresome to think up scenarios and use his hands, so he’ll just use the flesh light and call it a night after that.

~ will only do one round. He isn’t much of a soloist.

When with someone:

~ this man doesn’t mind a rough fuck session, nor does he mind a passionate and slow session. It depends on what he wants, or what his partner once.

~ I feel like he’s more of a top, but when he’s on bottom I feel like it’s a more passionate fuck.

~ will go at least 2 rounds. If their partner can handle more and this man is super stressed: he’ll go more.

~ I feel like Obanai can be a little selfish, and you’ll have to remind him that you want pleasure too. But I promise you, he will make sure you’re satisfied 100% once you say you’re feeling a little left out.

~ if you say your not satisfied, you won’t be walking tomorrow and that’s a fact!

~ this man isn’t a fan of aftercare tbh. He’ll do it because you like it, but he could go without it. He doesn’t really understand the purpose of it.

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The whole room was filled with the sound of moans from both you and Obanai, and skin slapping together. His hand on your neck as he abused your hole. All you could do was cry. The two of you had been going at it for literal hours. You knew by the time all this was over you’d be sore and not able to walk for the next week! But it was so worth it: the pleasure you were feeling was immaculate. The way Obanai was degrading you, was enough to make you want to cum on the spot. You were so lost in all the pleasure you could see stars in your vision until you heard a familiar hiss right by your head.

You were instantly snapped out of your trance as you turned your head and was looking at Kaburamaru.

“A-are you fucking kidding me Iguro?! I told you we don’t fuck when Kaburamaru is in the same room!” You yelled, which made Obanai stop dead in his tracks.

“I know but no one would watch him..plus I thought Kaburamaru wouldn’t come in here if I kept ‘em in the next room with all of Kaburamaru’s favorite things.”

Let’s just say neither of you got to have your final release.

Sfw:

~ when she’s stressed, she will go out to her favorite restaurant to eat all of her favorite food. She’ll also most likely ask Rengoku and Obanai to tag along too.

~ I also see this girl being into baking, and bringing the sweets she makes to the other hashira. Once Obanai learns that Mitsuri will go see sanemi, he’ll tag along, and if Sanemi says anything rude to her, Sanemi will wake up with new snake bites on his body: if he’s able to wake up at all.

NSFW:

Solo:

~ this girl uses her fingers, and a pink vibrator when she’s really stressed.

~ this girl will go multiple rounds, and despite her trying to be quiet, she can’t be. She will be very noisy.

~ this girl is sensitive. Even the smallest touch of her clit has her wiggling around and whimpering.

When with someone:

~ she enjoys someone dominating her. This girl is a bottom to her core.

~ she’s definitely a creamer, and if you get lucky I bet she’ll even be a squirter.

~ you might need to put something in her mouth Bc she is loud.

~ regardless if her partner can handle it/is up to it: she will go more than 1 round.

~ she’s definitely more into receiving than into giving but once she is satisfied she will tend to you, so be patient!

~ aftercare is very important to her. Not just receiving it but also giving it. She wants her partner to know that she loves them to death, so expect a lot of praise and a lot of just random things coming out of her.

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It all started when you walked in on your beloved Mitsuri fingering herself. You had asked if she wanted help, to which she said yes. You knew how sensitive she is, so you took advantage of that. You quickly began sucking and lick her clit. You wanted to overstimulate her, and the fastest way to do that was to abuse her clit. After the first and second time you made her cum, she decided to take over. Pushing you onto your back and climbing on top of you. After a bit of foreplay, she was crying for you, and creaming for you. Oh how her moans were like music to your ears as she was very vocal about being close to her release, and so were you.

When the two of you came down from your highs, Mitsuri was the first to grab your face and kiss all over you. Still coming down from her high, she jumbled up all of her words, which you found absolutely adorable as you wrapped your arms around her and kissed her forehead.

“I have absolutely no idea what you were saying but I love you too.”

SFW:

~ he’ll go and visit the little graves he hand made and placed up for Sabito and his sister and talk to them. Or he’ll go and visit his sisters grave. Being able to talk to them gives him ease.

~ if he isn’t in the right headspace to do that, you’ll find Giyuu by any body of water. I get it y’all are like “haha bc he’s the water hashira” but no- I feel like watching natural running water calms him. Especially if there’s a waterfall- Giyuu will be there for literal hours.

NSFW:

Solo:

~ is a very quiet person to begin with, and this will follow into the bedroom when he’s by himself, but he will let out a few grunts when he finishes, but they’re not very loud.

~ the classic spit and hand is all he uses

~ he’ll only go one round: but Giyuu takes his time when he masturbates.

When with someone:

~ is more of a passionate lover, isn’t really down for quickies, or rough fucks. He wants his lover to feel every ounce of love and affection he has for them.

~ just like when he maturbates, he likes to only go 1 round, but if his partner wants another round, I can see him giving them oral until they’re satisfied.

~ power bottom vibes, but will get on top

~ Giyuu had absolutely no idea wtf aftercare was. 100% you had to explain it to him, now he likes to do it. His favorite thing is cuddling, and laying his head on your chest. Being able to hear your heartbeat is relaxing to him <3

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Giyuu being on top is very unusual. Giyuu didn’t have much confidence in himself so he’s usually a power bottom. But, the way he was touching all over your body was different. His body language was different. “I know I don’t really know how to show it but I love you so much.” He’d say peppering kisses on your face. Everything he was doing was so passionate: even when foreplay was over with, and it was onto the main event, Giyuu was still on top, complimenting you, and saying very sweet things to you. You’re used to passionate fucks with Giyuu but this one takes the cake!

When the two of you finally finished, he held you close to him as tight as he could. That’s when it hit you: today the two of you went to visit sabito and the others, he’s expressed before that he loves when you tag along to visit their graves, but today you actually talked to Sabito. I bet that meant a lot to him.

“Giyuu, I love you more than anything in this world. I’m so lucky to have you.”

“No y/n I’m the one that’s lucky to have you. You make me so happy, thank you. I love you”

SFW:

• painting. This man I feel like would absolutely love to paint, and he’d totally be the type that once he’s done he’ll show it off and be like “look how flashy this is! Look how flamboyantly awesome this (whatever he drew) is!” And everyone else would be like “😒yeah- looks nice Tengen.”😂

• taking his wives to go shopping. I feel like tengen’s love language is gifting, so I feel like when he’s stressed he’ll take his girls out and their smiles and laughs (and yes even the bickering AS LONG AS NOTHING AS BEING THROWN) can calm this man down.

NSFW:

Solo:

~ you really think this man is gonna do it solo when he has 3 wives? No-

When with someone (new):

~ I feel like everyone in this relationship will get very excited when someone new enters the bedroom.

~ their new lover will be WORN OUT by the time the 4 of ‘em are done with them. Everyone will want a turn with the new lover: good luck.

~ I feel like Tengen doesn’t make a lot of noise or speaks a lot when fucking. I feel like he kinda just zones into what he’s doing and he’s that way until the end.

~ when it comes to Tengen and his wives in the bedroom: there’s no limit to anything they won’t do in the bedroom: they only have a safe word.

~ I feel like in the bedroom Tengen doesn’t give much oral to anyone, (but he expects someone to give him head!)

~ I also feel like he’s like “you all have at it” until all of you are ready for him then he’ll come in and destroy all of his lovers ✨flamboyantly✨.

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Tengen sat back against the headboard of his bed as his 3 wives had fun with you. Hina going at your neck, while suma and Makio went after your more sensitive areas. Tengen got off on seeing all 4 of you getting off in front of him, it was so hot to him, but only for a little. Tengen doesn’t like not being the center of attention.

“Hello, I know you 3 are happy to have a new person joining us but don’t forget about me. Now who will do the honor?” Of course you volunteered; and the 3 girls were happy to let you go first. You were quick to swirl your tongue around his cock before sucking him off. While you attended to Tengen, Makio was the one to go after your hole, then hina attended to makio’s pussy, leaving suma to whine and crawl towards Tengen. He was very happy to make suma bounce on his fingers until she released onto them.

When Tengen was satisfied with his blow job, he requested all of his wives to take a turn in order of when they were married to him. While suma had her turn, you, hina, and Makio continued to have fun. Then when it was makio’s turn, you decided to overstimulate suma while hina worked on both of you. By the time it was your turn: your legs could barely hold you up. Your body shaked and jolted from all of the pleasure.

“Tengen I-”

“Are you worn out doll?” He’d say with a laugh before flipping you onto your back, as he looked down at you with hungry eyes. “You’re crazy if you think I’m going to not have my fun with you while my wives got to exhaust you~” he cooed as he slid his dick into your already slick hole. You cried out as your legs shook. You’ve never felt this much pleasure in all your life. By the time the two of you finished, his 3 wives were already curled up in a ball asleep. You were fighting sleep which made Tengen laugh. “C’mon, time to get into the cuddle ball and get some sleep. Better get used to this.”

Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad if you became his 4th lover.

SFW:

• one word: training. Whether it be sword training, going up against another hashira for “experience”, or exercising, this man will do it excessively until he’s feeling better.

• NOBODY SAY THIS TO ANYONE: but I feel like making ohagi will also really calm this hot headed man down.

• also…this man also calms down by taking his beetle out of its cage and letting it run around his home. Just watching it be free for a little bit makes him happy.

NSFW:

Solo:

~ this man can do it a couple different ways.

~ normally he’ll just use his hand and spit, and he’s normally quick with it: just wanting to feel that sweet release more than anything.

~ but sometimes: he does take his time, and I feel like he’d take a page out of obanai’s book and have a flesh light. But he’ll only use that when he’s beyond stressed and the stress is actually starting to piss him off a bit.

When he’s with someone:

~ I know this is cliche, but I feel like Sanemi is very sweet and sentimental deep down: so I feel like he wouldn’t just fuck any person that comes around: I feel like he’d only do it with a lover/significant other.

~ I feel like Sanemi can be very sweet in the bedroom when he puts his mind to it, but you can’t teach a dog new tricks when it doesn’t want to learn. With that being said I also can see Sanemi taking all of his frustrations out on his lover and fucking them into oblivion.

~ this man is soooo into overstimulation. He loves the way his partner’s moans will turn into whines and whimpers

~ he’s talkative in the bedroom: and will let out a few grunts here and there: especially if he’s going hard. EX: “you like the feeling of this dick inside you? Yeah?” “You feel so fucking good tightening around my dick you’re being so good for me I’m going to make sure you don’t walk tomorrow”

~ unlike most of the other hashira I feel like aftercare to this man is actually really important. He knows there are times he can go overboard, and he honestly beats himself up about it sometimes. Expect a nice warm bath ran for the both of you, and afterwards some nice cuddles. But I sure do hope you don’t gotta pee in the middle of the night, Bc Sanemi sleeps like a rock and you won’t be leaving his arms until he wakes up😂

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It was one of those nights, Sanemi was pissed about a mission he had went on: it didn’t go according to plan, which means he takes his anger out on you.

And that’s exactly what’s happening. You were bent over the bed, all you could do was hold onto the sheets and cry out in pleasure. Sanemi was roughly grabbing your hair as he spoke. “You like this baby? Yeah? You like getting fucked with this thick cock? What’s wrong? Am I fucking you so good you’re going dumb?” When you couldn’t respond to him, you heard a tch before he pulled out. “Lay down on the fucking bed.” He spat out, and you quickly did as you were told. He followed after you, and before he shoved his dick back into you, he took a good look at your face: a shit eating grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Aww look at you~ drooling and crying over this dick. Tell me- who does this belong to?” He asked as he rubbed his dick on your entrance. “Y-you” you choked out. “Good girl/boy/love. You do have some common sense left huh.” He said as he shoved it back inside. By this point the two of you were so close to your releases you both were just holding it in so this fuck session could last longer. “I-I’m cumming!” You cried out, which made Sanemi thrust harder. “You better cum all over my dick. Fucking cum.” He commanded as your insides tightened around his cock, making both of you cum at the same time.

As sanemi rode out his high, you watched as his once small angry pupils dilated, as he looked down at you, regret written all over his face. “I’m sorry for going so hard..” he’d say softly before picking you up bridal style and walking to the bathroom. He would then sit you on the lid of the toilet, then start up a bath. This will be the only time he’ll ask you what scent of bath bomb you’d want. He doesn’t want to be seen as being girly, but he actually does like bath bombs, but he’d rather die than admit that. Once the two of you are inside of the tub he’ll pull you close to him, play with your hair, and tell you how good you were and how much he loves you, but the second you start falling asleep he’ll wake you up and clean you up then the two of you will get out of the bath. Hope you’re a cuddler bc Sanemi will hold you close until the next day🖤

SFW:

• This isn’t a shocker, but I feel like meditation will almost always help this man when he’s feeling stressed.

• much like Giyuu, I feel like once gyo became a hashira he went out into the woods and placed little hand made graves for all of the kids that passed away, and goes to visit, talk, and pray to them. It hurts him to do it, it makes him feel like a failure: but it always seems to somehow ease him.

NSFW:

Solo:

~ I don’t really see gyo being a masturbating type of guy if I’m going to be honest. I feel like he’ll wait until he gets a lover. Plus, I feel like he’s never this stressed to want to do something this impure.

When with someone:

~ I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again: this 👏man👏 is 👏a 👏gentle 👏giant 👏👏

~ is so caring and passionate when he finally finds someone that doesn’t consider him scary for his size. He will always show them how much he loves them and that carries into the bedroom.

~ he’s more of a slow lover, he’s very fearful of hurting you (we all know this man is packing a deadly weapon down there y’all cannot tell me otherwise!!)

~ he’s def a body worshiper. He will compliment every part of your body: even if he can’t see it, it’s apart of you and you are like an angel that was sent to him.

~ please praise this man when y’all are fucking. Sometimes he forgets to enjoy himself Bc he’s so worried about hurting you. Please reassure him and tell him to relax and enjoy himself!

~ aftercare means everything to this man. Like I said he wants to show his lover how much they mean to him, so when it comes to gyo, aftercare is limitless.

~ If you say you’re hurting after your session with him? Hot bath! You two are exhausted? You bet your ass you will be resting on his chest or he will be cuddling you.

~He will praise you and whisper sweet nothings into your ear, and tell you how much you mean to him and how much he loves you. Please do the same to him: Bc he is still secretly fearful that he did hurt you.

———

“You’re so handsome/beautiful/stunning my love.” Gyomei says as he kisses your face. “Are you sure about this?”

“Gyo you’re acting like this is our first time.” You softly say with a laugh as you kiss him. “I’m ready and I want this. Relax a little my love you won’t hurt me I promise and if you are I’ll tell you.” With a look of worry on his face, he enters you. A moan of pleasure escapes from both yours and his lips.

It’s passionate, the room is filled with the sounds of soft skin slaps, praise, and groans and moans, both of you are in total bliss. Both of you are planting kisses on each other everywhere.

“I’m close” you cry out before Gyomei captures your lips with his. You wrap your arms around his neck as you cream all over his dick, shortly after he came. He was quick to start praising you, but you could sense the worry.

“I love you so much y/n. You did so good for me. Thank you-”

“Gyo I’m not hurt don’t worry.” You’d say running your fingers through his hair before resting them on his cheeks. “Are you sure my love?”

“I am, now relax my big teddy bear.” You say with a soft giggle. You watch as his once fearful face relaxed into a soft smile. “How are you feeling?”

“Exhausted.” “We can’t have that.” He says with a soft laugh as he scoops you up and lays on his back, placing you on his chest. He pulled up the covers, and started playing with your hair.

“I love you, Gyomei~” you coo. And that’s all he needed to hear: you saying that you loved him. His whole body felt like it turned to mush. He never knew it was possible to love a person this much

End💜

This took so long to finish I really do hope y’all liked it😫

hashira relationship hcs !

| hashira x gn!reader (sfw)

a/n: + Muichiro is a literal child, so no i’m not diving into that one– thanks for the reqs y’all!

Tengen

Behind the scenes of Godzilla (1998)

man why didn’t they just have this guy fight him off. dude’s huge

i wouldn't fight godzilla if i was this dude's size, for roughly the same reason i wouldn't fight a komodo dragon at the size i currently am

Not even to save New York?

what has new york ever done for me

Sanemi holding his newborn child. Cradling a small bundle wrapped tightly in warm blankets so they can sleep comfortably, little chunky cheek pressing to his chest as he cradles them. You’re fast asleep beside him, exhausted from all your new mother duties while Sanemi has the night shift. Being a slayer for so many years has practically turned him nocturnal, he can easily stay up all night on daddy duty while you get your much needed rest.

Sanemi whispering softly to his baby as they sleep, quiet little praises and affirmations of his love. He didn’t think it was possible to love something this much. To love so hard it makes his chest tight at the very thought of it. He would do anything to protect the sleeping baby in his arms, so innocent, completely untouched by the evil in the world. He’d do anything for the both of you, anything that meant you two living long happy lives.

Sanemi humming the lullaby his mother would sing him and his siblings. The same lullaby he’d hum to Genya on nights where he couldn’t fall asleep even after their mother did. It was a familiar tune, one you knew well because he’d hum it for you on nights where you couldn’t sleep either. Sanemi unable to pull his eyes away from their little face. Noting that they had your lips and his nose, soft little tufts of white hair and long lashes. The chubbiest cheeks he’d ever seen, ten perfect fingers and toes with the littlest nails.

Sanemi memorizing your baby’s face in the same way he had memorized yours, wanting to engrave every single part of you two into his brain. Sanemi quietly settling down with his baby still tucked snuggly in his arms, their little head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. Sanemi sighing softly, heart aching and full of love. His twenty fifth birthday was just a few months away, it almost felt surreal as he whispered softly to his sleeping baby…

“I wish I could be here to watch you grow up.”

Chill ☕

cherry // vi

summary: creating a new identity meant erasing every aspect of your past no matter how significant, and this included the person you loved most, vi.

warning: angst, brothels, unrequited love, suggestive language

word count: 3.2k

pairing: vi x fem reader

“cherry, someone’s here for you!”

a round purple bottle of perfume lay in your lap as you dabbed the sweet lavender scent onto the tips of your fingers, quickly rubbing it behind your ears and neck. you took a quick look at yourself in the mirror propped above, you were unrecognizable. 

makeup heavily coated your face with a brighter foundation, darker eyeshadow and a bold lip. your hair was done up to the most extravagant level, it was held together by red ribbons bringing out the utmost irony. essentially you were a present, the layers of paint on your face meant absolutely nothing because within a few minutes it would all be off. 

yet you adored the decoration, you loved emerging from the beaded curtains of the brothel looking like a doll. attracting many curious stares as onlookers admired you. you thrived off of the theatrics and secrecy within the brothel walls. it allowed you to learn just about everything regarding those in the lanes whether they’d set foot there or not. 

it gave you purpose, you belonged there. 

you slipped on your silk robe and mask going to meet your next client, as you passed by you mainly saw familiar faces. old time workers, recurrent ones and a few new faces but one stopped you completely on your tracks. as you passed by the room of one blue haired lady you couldn’t help but spot an all too familiar face slightly up ahead. 

it couldn’t be? 

you immediately noticed her fiery red hair, this time it was a lot darker and longer, with a familiar buzz at the side. she was sculpted with muscles that made her clothes fit snugly around her. additionally she had a new array of tattoos and piercings that suited her in the best way possible. 

yet the one thing that confirmed the mystery person's identity for you were those clouded gray-blue eyes that now looked sharp behind the black eyeliner. 

vi? 

you had to be sure— you knew it was her. but you didn’t know what to say, where had she been all years and why was she here? the thought of approaching her crossed your mind but she wouldn’t recognize you, not like that. 

the y/n vi knew was sweet- too sweet for her own good. she was too trusting of others and frightened of her own shadow. vi didn’t know cherry. cherry was a persona, a comfort, an act, and you purposely crafted her to conflict with every aspect of your old self.

you settled for following vi, trailing behind her by just a few feet. however subtlety was not on your side, as the click of your heels echoed throughout the hallway. vi took a sharp turn leading you down the other half of the brothel, an area that you preferred to stay away from but you had no choice. 

“cherry?”

a familiar voice called slipping their hand around your shoulder. annoyed, you turned to tell them off when you realized it was a client, a top paying one at that. 

“hey, what’re you doing out here?”

sevika looked at you with lustful eyes, as she admired your form. she stepped closer, her sculpted frame hovering over yours, you could feel the heat oozing from her body yet now wasn’t the time. you couldn’t be bothered with sevika’s games despite how much they rewarded. 

“i was looking for someone, a new client.” you lied, your gaze diverting down the hallway as vi slipped away, again. 

sevika chuckled, “new client huh? i thought you didn’t like working down here?” 

she loved to rile you up, teasing was her main way of doing so. yet you couldn’t stop looking at the spot where you’d last seen vi. you needed to find her but first you had to get rid of sevika. 

like clockwork you turned on your greatest weapon, cherry. a sly smirk spread across your lips as you pressed yourself around her muscular figure. you wrapped your arms around her neck forcefully pulling her down to your level. 

leaning in, you whispered into her ear, “technically i’m not supposed to be here. however i have some business to attend to and if you could keep this between us it would be greatly appreciated.”

you ran your hands down her chest and abdomen stopping just above her pelvis. you pressed light seductive kisses into her neck, touching all of the right spots. you could feel her tense up against you as you wielded her pleasure to make her weak. 

“and of course, your silence will be rewarded.” 

her hooded eyes met yours exchanging a look of desperation but agreement. sighing she stepped back, her hands leaving your waist but not before one last look and remark. 

“you’re a damn mystery cherry.” 

once sevika was out of sight you sped down the hallway, turning the exact same corner vi did but she wasn’t there. instead you were greeted by a few hostile looks as you peeked through the beaded curtains. you decided to try a different area of the brothel, turning yet another corner with absolutely nothing.

convinced she’d vanished, you began to head back to your client when you felt a pair of strong hands slam you against a wall. your vision blurred from the impact, so much so that you could barely make out the face. the person pressed their arm to your chest keeping you bound when you noticed a small tattoo on the side of their face it read, VI. 

“who the hell are you?” they spat.

your head began to ache, the person slowly restricted your air flow with the more pressure they applied. you mumbled something incoherent as small specks of your vision became clearer. you began to see slivers of red hair, pale skin and those beloved gray eyes. 

“violet?” 

her eyes widened as her grasp wavered but not completely. her mouth hung agape, nobody had called her that in years which made you even more dangerous.

“answer. me.” 

you were stunned, the face of your childhood best friend coming fully into view. although you were terrified she was even more beautiful than you remembered. she was stronger, not an ounce of fear present but yours was evident. the only thing that hid it was the mask covering the upper half of your face. 

“the mask, take it off.”

the mask was like one added layer of protection. without it you felt weak. it reminded you of the fragile version of yourself and you hadn’t spent years creating a new persona just for it to come crumbling with vi’s reappearance. 

this was the girl that consumed you all throughout your teenage years, occupying every aspect of your being. despite not being that person anymore you felt those same unrequited feelings creep back in. 

you peeled the mask from your face, revealing the detailed makeup under. upon first glance she hadn’t recognized you, the makeup did more than just disguise you, it transformed you. yet as the tension settled, vi looked into your eyes and saw something she hadn’t seen in years. 

“y/n?”

you nodded tears threatening to spill. vi’s hostile grip turned into a tight hug as she wrapped her arms around you. you relaxed in her grasp taking in her familiar scent, she still smelled the same after all these years. she allowed her body to melt into yours, however you could tell she was hardened and it had something to do with her prolonged disappearance. 

“how are you here right now?” you whispered, catching a glance of the large wheel tattoo etched into her skin. 

“it’s a long story, i was in stillwater.”

everyone had heard about the horrors of stillwater. it housed criminals from both cities and did not discriminate. most people sent there were never heard from nor seen again but it didn’t take much to figure out what had happened. 

yet what you couldn’t fathom is why? years had passed, but you knew better than to pry with questions. the simple mention of the prison made vi pull away and it brought you back to your teenage self longing for her best friend.

“i had no idea it was you, i wouldn’t have—“

“it’s okay, you were being cautious i get it,” you reassured. 

her eyes traveled down your body, suddenly noticing the accessories and lack of clothes. 

“you work here?” 

“mhm.”

you prepared to defend yourself from judgement or deflect from any invasive comments but it never came. you were used to the shame and guilt that came along with telling people you worked in a brothel. the looks of pity coupled with the condescending remarks, it was like you were scum on the bottom of their shoes. 

“i like it, you look different but it suits you.” vi chuckled, running her hand through her hair. 

a warm sense of familiarity rippled through your body. her laugh, her touch, her voice you missed it all. you’d never really confronted how lonely you’d been since vi disappeared. you were so dependent on her, that you didn’t have many other friends besides those you made at the brothel but those weren’t real relationships, not the one you had with vi. 

you loved her, more than you could truly fathom, she was your entire world. you’d do anything she asked even if it was dangerous in hopes that one day she’d love you back. and not in the way friends did but something more, something romantic. 

“you know, part of me hoped you were the one running things down here.”

“me?” you snapped your neck to the side meeting her gaze. 

she was always such a terrible liar. vi had many tells that you’d mastered throughout the years. her voice always got a bit higher and a stupid grin would spread across her face like she was trying to convince herself of her own lie. 

you weren’t leadership material especially for zaun and vi knew that better than anyone. she’d tease you about it often, how you’d crack under pressure even at the smallest decisions. rather than confront her you ignored the comment but questions lingered on your mind.

why lie about it?

“seems like silco’s got that covered, have you seen the city? everyone’s addicted.”

her body language immediately shifted as she clenched her jaw, eyes darting to the ground. 

“i’ve heard.”

this wasn’t at all how you’d pictured your reunion with vi to be like. you’d crafted this fairytale dream in your mind, one where vi would finally see you. the years she’d spent away would somehow bring her a sense of clarity, and the time you spent pining for her would be worth something. 

“you know, i thought about you a lot while i was locked up.” she admitted, turning to face you. 

your heart skipped a beat, were you hearing that right? your cheeks began to heat up under her intense gaze, you had to be dreaming. 

“i thought about you too….”

you took a step closer, testing the boundary but vi didn’t pull away. something about her eyes hypnotized you, sending you into a trance. thousands of frenzied butterflies filled your stomach as vi took your hands in hers. 

“being kept in a cell for hours on end can help you realize a few things.” she whispered, leaning into your neck.

you were completely up against the wall, vi’s body just a few inches from you. it was as if she was looking into your mind analyzing each detail. she was saying everything you wanted to hear. but she spoke as if she was struggling to, like the words weren’t hers. 

you disregarded this thought though, why be picky? your best friend was finally confessing her love for you, maybe she was anxious? before you could think about it properly you blurted the words out.

“i love you.”

the words were repellent, to vi at least. she felt despicable lying to you. watching you fall deeper and deeper only made the size of her guilt double. she was a liar. how could she so blatantly lead you on, knowing how much you loved her and how much you still did. 

she couldn’t bear to look you in the eyes as she got closer to your body, pressing herself against you. she looked down, her hands clasping at yours, almost like a cry for help rather than want. 

she didn’t want to do this, she had to. 

“i love you too, y/n.”

there it was. 

the tension it built between the two of you. it was all you’d ever wanted— all you’ve ever desired but it felt wrong. vi didn’t look at you, not once, it was like she refused too. as she leaned into close the gap a voice echoed down the hall, stopping just a few feet away from you. 

vi?

you’d seen her before, she was tall, had blue hair and was absolutely stunning. you could tell right away from her posh accent and demeanor that she wasn’t from zaun. but she knew vi a little too well. her gaze darted from your face back to vi’s, she wasn’t angry but you could easily make out the confusion and hurt. 

“oh— im sorry, excuse me.” she stuttered, stumbling backwards. 

the girl then quickly whipped back around speeding down the hallway she came. when you looked back at vi you could tell something had changed. the girl was gone but vi’s gaze lingered on the spot she once was, and there was something behind her eyes— longing. 

for the few seconds she was there, vi looked at that girl in a way she’d never once looked at you, as if she were her entire world. your heart felt as if it would burst when she looked back, you knew the truth. she would never love you the way you wanted her too and the reality hit you like a bus. 

“who was that?”

vi sighed, “it doesn’t matter—“

“don’t. don’t do that thing where you speak to me like i’m a child.”

vi’s hesitated, her eyes flickered between yours with nothing but desperation behind them. 

“her name is caitlyn.”

caitlyn. the name echoed throughout your mind and it told you all you needed to know. hell, the way vi said it, told you all you needed to know. you felt like a fool.

“i'm such an idiot.” you spat, holding back tears, you refused to cry, not in front of her. 

“y/n, please.”

she wasn’t begging for you, you knew that for sure. everything slowly began to click, why she complimented you, why she was about to kiss you. it wasn’t because she loved you, but because she needed something from you, information. 

and while you weren’t sure what that had to do with caitlyn you knew vi felt something for her, you did know if it was love, or maybe something deeper that you couldn’t understand but you were aware she felt none of it for you. 

“you used me.”

“y/n, i can explain just hear me out—“ she pleaded. 

you yanked your hands from hers going to push her away but she wouldn’t budge. she gave those eyes, those stupid eyes, the ones that made your heart swell every time you saw them. they made you feel vulnerable like she was casting a spell over you but you wouldn’t succumb to it, not anymore. 

“let me go,” you demanded.

“y/n, i love you.”

“no you don’t.”

vi cried, “please i care about you but—“ 

“you care about me?!”

you could feel the tears forcing their way through as your voice began to waver. it made you feel sick, you were strong, you had been for years and she was making you weak. all those years you’d spent crafting this false persona, the hours of rehearsal were not going to go to waste because of her.

you wanted to tell her off, to curse her out and make a scene— you would’ve done it to anybody else. but vi had this hold on you, so much so that when you looked at her you couldn’t say anything, even if she didn’t love you, you still loved her. 

“i had to….for her.” 

she didn’t need to say anything else, you knew what it meant. 

“it was all a lie then, you didn’t mean any of it?” 

you could hear the desperation practically oozing from your voice. you knew wherever cherry was she was laughing at the scene, probably mocking you. after all, how could you be so blind? to believe that vi would ever see you that way. 

“i did think about you because you were my best friend but that’s all we’ll ever be.”

you nodded, sinking your teeth into your lip. that’s all you needed to hear, tears welled in your eyes as vi looked at you. it wasn’t with pity but remorse, yet it hadn’t really made much of a difference to you.

maybe you needed to hear this to put the final nail in the coffin. vi’s confession made it easier to say goodbye to y/n because she was the only thing linking you to her. other than that you’d destroyed any aspect of your past life that even made you think of her. now you could finally say goodbye. 

 a few seconds later another voice echoed down the hallway causing another pit to form within your stomach but it wasn’t sevika nor caitlyn but tristana. 

“there you are cherry!” she called, “your client’s getting a bit antsy.” 

“cherry?”

confusion spread across vi’s face as the small lady approached you. you hadn’t told her about cherry to be quite frank you hadn’t planned to. 

“that’s you?”

“don’t look so shocked.”

“no i’m not.” she sputtered, “it’s—just when we first came we’d heard about a cherry. caitlyn was trying to find her so we could get information about silco.” 

“looks like you found me.”

you turned back to tristana slipping the mask on your face as you readjusted your robe. 

“thanks, i’ll be there in a minute.” 

upon uncovering your new identity vi hoped you’d stay and help but the chances of that were slim to none and she knew that. she had a feeling that the moment you walked away, you wouldn’t just be leaving her behind but a part of you as well, and she felt responsible for that too. she reached out to touch you but you quickly ripped your hand away. 

“i have to go—“

“y/n, please i need you.” she urged, giving you those eyes again. but this time your heart didn’t swell and you felt nothing. you could sense yourself slowly detach from y/n once and for all. 

“goodbye, violet.”

you planted a small kiss on the side of her cheek not as an act of romance but to say goodbye. vi stood speechless as you walked away, the sound of your heels getting further and further. finally, you turned to look at vi one last time.

“and vi? don’t come back.”

Afton drawing edit from my art folder :)

Concepts/designs of carousel versions of fazbear friends!! :)

(Edit: close ups)

Pov: you asked him to be his kitten