Kimetsu Sanemi - Blog Posts
Four eyes;
Pairing: Kyojuro, Tengen, and Sanemi x reader
Content warning: some suggestive themes
Word count: 948 words
Readers Sex: Female
This is a request for @taniavttv!
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Kyojuro-
“Hey beautiful!” Kyojuro beamed from behind you wrapping his arms around your waist, you smiled leaning back into his chest.
You were too lost in your thoughts to even notice your boyfriend come up from behind him, you turned to face him placing your hand on his chest.
“Where do you want to go for lunch, dear?” He asked before placing a soft kiss on your forehead, you felt your cheeks heat up at the interaction.
“Our favorite dinner?” You asked, looking up at the man. He chucked pushing your slipping glasses up your nose, “you’re so cute.” He spoke before walking out to get dressed.
-
The two of you sat at a booth together enjoying a milkshake together with your food, “babe, what’s on your mind.” Kyojuro asked breaking your thoughts as you played with the food infront of you.
“I’ve just been thinking about getting contacts… I feel so self conscious about wearing these on my face everyday just to see… I don’t look good in them anymore..” you whispered your insecurities to your boyfriend at ease.
“I think you always look perfect babe, glasses or not, you’re beautiful. Contacts won’t change you in my eyes, regardless of your decision I will support you, I just don’t think you need them dear.”
You smiled at your boyfriend response, feeling relieved at his calmness and reassurance. “You sure contacts won’t be better when you’re having your way with me… I know it’s tiring to keep them on my face.”
“I’m positive dear, just means I’m doing what I want to do to you”
Tengen-
Tengen watched you laugh with his wives, you were in your own world. You laughed at whatever joke Suma was making, which caused your face to brighten up. It was something Tengen could look at all day, especially because you have glasses. It’s so rare for someone with such power to wear glasses, he finds it attractive.
You suddenly stopped laughing whipping your head around, you quickly stood up, welding your sword from beside the door.
You rushed ahead, your senses overloaded, you don’t know what kind of demon is causing your senses to overload the way it is.
Tengen rushed from behind you, urging his wives not to follow. You looked at the demon in front of you, his hideous gaze focused on you.
“I’ve come to finish you off, dear” the demon smirked as he stood with his chest puffed, the demon that killed your entire family remembered you.
You said nothing holding your mothers sword so tight your knuckles turned white, “Cherry Blossom breathing final form: Retribution.”
You swung your sword with inhuman speed, you stuck the demons neck flawlessly. Your speed shocked even you, causing you to fall forward, you held your hands out expecting to fall to the ground only to feel yourself getting caught by someone’s muscular arms.
Though he caught you, your glasses hit the ground. You looked down at your glasses giggling, “maybe it’s a sign of change.” You tried to speak lightheartedly. “Besides, I didn’t look that good in them anyways.” Tengen pulled you away from his chest, looking at you with a scolding look.
“Take it back! Your glasses make you look so fucking beautiful, we’re getting you a new pair tomorrow!”
Sanemi-
Sanemi had just come home from a long day of training, the only thing he wanted to do was take a shower, and lay with your cute ass. He loved the way you looked in his shirts with your glasses on, he would always have to pull them off your face when you fall asleep in his arms.
You were currently in the kitchen making some food for the two of you, your back was to him as you mixed whatever concoction you were making for dinner.
Sanemi laid his head on your back, leaning against you. The man was so tired, he didn’t want to say much, he just wanted to be near you. You were a big source of his happiness, if not the only source, other than slaying demons ofc!
You giggle turning around, catching the man’s head in your hands, you placed your own forehead against his placing small kisses on his nose.
“Hey handsome, how was work today?” You asked running your hand up and down his toned chest, trying to relax the man as much as you could.
“It was okay, nothing event-“ he paused as his eyes met yours, you weren’t wearing your glasses like you always did, “why aren’t you wearing your glasses? Can you even see?” He asked pulling away from you to examine your face.
You giggled shaking your head, “nothing silly, I just wanted to try out contacts to see how they would look! They look good? No?” You asked, truly hating how you looked in your glasses. They were such an inconvenience to your occupation, and they made your face look fat. You fucking hated it.
“Where are they?” He asked as he turned around walking to the room, you giggled before continuing to cook food for the two of you. “They’re in my nightstand.”
He turned his head before he walked into your room, “I want you in them, in my shirt, with dinner when I’m done. It’s been such a stressful day, all I want is you..” he muttered.
You felt your heart skip a beat as you rushed to take your contacts out, replacing them with your glasses. You did as he requested, making sure dinner was made to perfection. When he walked out the bathroom, a big smile was placed on his face.
“Nice to see you again, foureyes, you look fucking stunning”
Not for sale (2);
Pairing: Obanai, Sanemi, and Giyuu x reader
Word count: 1k words
Content warning: Degrading and suggestive language
Readers sex: Female
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This is a request for @mrsgtomioka!
Giyuu-
Giyuu watched you from the front with his usual stoic gaze, he was truly impressed with you, the hashira just never shows his true emotions in public.
He gazes around the crowd noticing that you have the crowd wrapped around your finger, you aren’t stripping, yet men are visibly undressing you with their eyes… this disturbs Giyuu to the max.
When you finished you bow before waving goodbye to the crowd, blowing kisses on your way out. Though you loved this business, it can be draining. You don’t know what you’d do if you didn’t have Giyuu as your anchor.
When you reached the back, Giyuu was waiting with a small grin on his face holding his coat out for you. “Let’s go Angel, I know you’re tired..” you smiled, gladly accepting the man’s large jacket.
You wrapped it around your body, embracing his smell. “You did amazing up there babe.” He complimented, lacing his hand with yours as the two of you began to walk outside.
You blushed looking down at your hands, “thanks bub..” you whispered walking closer to the man feeling the cold night air hit your bare legs. You were beginning to regret wearing these shorts.
Giyuu wrapped and arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, he hated to see you shiver. He began to walk you toward the car, when someone came infront of the two of you. “That was a nice show.. do you offer them in private?” The man asked trying to sound seductive.
You scoffed blowing the man off, “does it look like I’m for sale?” You asked as you tried to pull Giyuu past the man. The man tried to grab you, when Giyuu grabbed his hand with extreme force. “Fuck you think your doing?” He asked lowly, before swinging his arm to his neck with extreme force.
The man fell to the ground unconscious. You looked surprised, but grateful. “Thanks bub..” you whispered stepping closer to the man.
His grip around you tighten as he made his way to the car, he opened the door for you, making sure your feet were in before he closed the door. He stepped in the drivers seat, starting the car. He placed his hand on your thigh rubbing small circles.
“I’ll make sure that never happens to you again beautiful, I promise.”
Sanemi-
You look over at Sanemi with a bright smile, before returning to your final act. The man isn’t afraid to admit you have his heart, the small gestures you do makes the man feel special.
He smirked as he leaned against the wall, watching you twist and turn on the stage gracefully. You finished with a bow and a wave smiling at the crowd as you walked off the stage. Sanemi greeted you with a big hug, you giggled in the mans scarred chest as you learned your head up for a kiss.
He chuckled before leaning down to place his soft lips on yours, you grabbed his shirt pulling him closer, he laughed in the kiss pulling away. You whined at the action, which only caused the man to be even more amused.
“Let’s wait till we get home dear.” He spoke lowly, causing you to feel a tingle in your stomach. “Okay baby..” you spoke completely starstruck over the man infront of you, you honestly don’t know how you lucked out.
The man wrapped his arm around your shoulder as the two of you walked down the corridor, a man popped out from the door, he looked like he wasn’t from around here.
“Hello! I loved how you danced up there! Could I pay you for something a little.. extra..” he asked looking down at you with a smirk on his face, completely ignoring the buff man beside you.
Sanemi chuckled before pushing you behind him slightly, “does she look like she wants to go home with a creep like you? She’s mine, fuck off.” He spoke sternly feeling his blood boil.
“I don’t think I will.” He spoke trying to advance closer to you. Sanemi kicked the man in the ankle causing him to to fall infront of the man, “I think you’re going to apologize for the inconvenience you fuck.” He spat looking down at the man.
The man cried holding his ankle, “I’m sorry! Fuck I’m sorry!” The man cried from the ground looking up at the two of you.
You giggled used to his hotheaded acts, this time you found it sweet. You felt like you were his princess, that he’d do anything for you, the true is he would.
“Let’s get you home sexy, don’t think I forgot about our plans!”
Obani-
Obanai was a very protective boyfriend, so when you had to go perform, he was right by your side. The thought of any man touching you in any way made the man’s blood boil.
He smiled behind the bandage the mask he wore, watching you do what you loved. He could feel your passion, it made him extremely proud of you.
You were answering questions when a man suddenly ran on the stage, attempting to do god knows what, Obanai reacted in no time.
He jumped on the running man, landing on his back swiftly. “And what do you think your doing?” The man growled grabbing the man by his ankle dragging him off stage.
He picked the man up, carrying him outside. He threw him to the ground, kicking him swiftly a couple times. “Don’t you EVER try some dumb shit like that again, do you understand?” He growled standing above the man.
The man stared into your boyfriends multicolored eyes, shaken to his core. “I understand..” he whimpered before dragging himself away.
Obanai had to remain outside for a moment to compose himself, you ran out the back door, frantically looking for the man. “Obanai! Are you okay!?” You asked checking the man out, trying to make sure he wasn’t bruised in any way.
“I’m fine dear, let’s get you home, you did amazing today!”
How the men of DS react to you calling yourself dirty;
Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, and Genya
Content warning: heavy mentions of being sold, degrading, feeling of not being good enough, self degrading, and swearing this may be slightly heavier in the language used toward the reader!
Word count: 2.3k words
Readers sex: female
This is an anonymous request!
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Senemi-
Men were gathered around you, insulting ever part of your exposed body. The men saw you as their own, so the insults were something you learned to live with.
The torment you faced at their hands was endless; the degrading, the beating, the never being good enough. It would do anything to anybody, yet nobody was willing to help you.
The torment you faced was no secret to the busy district you reside in, everyone always turned the other cheek, except for a certain hot head.
Two men were dragging you by your arms to the next location, your body hung helpless, presumably dead to the people who cared to look her way.
When the men brought you to the thousandth alleyway you’ve been in, when a deep voice is heard from behind you. “What the hell do you think you’re doing with her?” The man asked angrily as he walked toward the two men.
“What is it to you?! Mind your own business!” One of the man yelled as he began to walk forward. You suddenly fell to the ground, not strong enough to hold your own body at this point. Your body ached as you laid lifeless on the cold concrete ground, you have truly given up.
“I’ll get you somewhere safe.” Spoke the white haired man as he lifted you up into his buff arms, running at a fast pace. This felt like a dream, and you refused to believe other, how else would this be happening?
-
When you woke up, you saw the white haired man preparing food with a scowl. “S..Sir..” you spoke with a slight tremble to your voice.
He turned to face you with no emotion, “It looked like you needed help; I’m Sanemi. I’m a Hashira for the demon slayer corps.” He spoke surprising calm.
You sunk to your knees sighing in relief; for once it didn’t feel like your guard needed to be up. He continued to make the food silently observing you from a distance.
“Do you have a shower..?” You asked quietly from the place you sat. “Down the hall.” He spoke as he began to set the table; seemingly unfazed by your hesitance.
You rushed down the shower to get the filth that covered your body off; you didn’t think much about clothes nor towels, you just wanted to get out of the shit that made you feel dirtier than you already do.
When the hot water hit your back, you felt goosebumps cover your body. You leaned your head back, taking in all the warmth from the shower. For the first time in a long time, you were relaxed.
You watched as the dirt washed off your body, down the drain. You wanted to cry seeing the state you were in, but you kept it together.
When you washed your hair and body, you stepped out the shower, that’s when the realization hit. You didn’t have any clothes other than the dirty ones you wore, and you honestly refused to wear that.
-
“Sanemi..” you whispered tip toeing out to the kitchen, he turned his head to see you covered only by a towel. His face flushed a bright red, before he looked away. “Y/n! Yes?” He spoke obviously flustered from seeing you in so little clothes.
It didn’t dawn on you that the hashira may not be used to seeing people like this; living in the red light caused you to adapt to habits that others would deem inappropriate.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize this isn’t normal to other! May I have some clothes please!” You spoke quickly before running back to the bathroom to shut the door.
You sat there flustered for a moment, sliding down the door to the ground. “Stupid..” you whispered to yourself before, holding your head with your hands.
There was a soft knock from the opposite side of the door, before you heard footsteps walk away from the door. You cracked open the door in confusion, before seeing some clothes placed neatly on the ground.
You put on the white long sleeved shirt with some shorts on that he provided, they fit quite big on you, but you wouldn’t complain.
Once you had your clothes gathered, walked out to the kitchen with your head down, “I’m sorry that you have filth in your clothes.. I’ll wash mine soon..” you whispered before walking out to the deck.
The man rushed out behind you, seemingly angry. “What do you mean filth?” He asked looking at you with anger. “I didn’t get anything on them! I’m sorry if I made it seem like that! It’s just.. I’m dirty… I’ve been touched and abused time and time again.. nothing clean about my body..” you spoke with tears in your eyes as your bowed from your knees.
“Please don’t say that.. you have a past, that’s true; but it doesn’t make you dirty.. you’re beautiful from what I see..” he spoke looking away from you red covering his face.
It was the start of a beautiful relationship.
Kyojuro-
A flame was all you saw before you blacked out; you have a bad habit of passing out when you experience great stress.
This came in hand just as much as it bit you in the ass; when you were sold, you simply passed out, but at the same time you were left defenseless often.
You were about to get sold once again, the interaction went as usual, “do you have the money?” Your seller asked the man.
The man chuckled throwing a bag on the ground; “give it to me! I need someone to help me in my paradise!” He spoke eagerly.
Goosebumps covered your body looking in the rainbow eyed man, who had a sinister smile on his face. You knew if you went with the man, you would die.
You were being sold to your death, and you were aware of it. For once, you didn’t pass out, you turned and you ran. You ran as fast as you legs would take you, fearing for your life.
Your seller has never seen this from you; he never tied you up, because he knew you’d pass out under stress. He shouted out for you, but you continued to run.
-
You were sobbing silently trying to compose yourself; it was still night, but the sun was sure to come up eventually. You were wandering in alleys, hoping to avoid the men. You were too busy looking behind you, you failed to see the man infront of you.
You smacked into a hard chest, falling hard to the ground. You looked up to meet the same sinister rainbow eyes, “going somewhere dear?” The man asked with a chuckle as he reached down to grab you. You crawled away screaming, begging, not to get taken.
When your vision darkened, you saw a bright flame.
-
When you came to you were met with the back of a man with two toned hair, he was quite toned from the looks of it, and tall.
His red and yellow hair was mesmerizing, it caught your attention immediately, followed by his haori. You were too caught up in admiring the man who seemingly saved you, that you didn’t notice his head turned to the side looking at you with radiant energy.
“Hello! I hope you’re okay! I saw you running, so I stepped in! you know you shouldn’t be messing with the men you were involved with, right?” He asked a series of questions, slightly overwhelming you.
You didn’t think you showed how his questioned overwhelmed you, but you began to shake at the mans explosive behavior.
“I’m sorry if I overwhelmed you.. I’m Kyojuro Rengoku, I’m a hashira for the demon slayer corps!” The man tried to sympathize with you, calming down.
“I…I’m (y/n)…” you whispered looking down that the state you were in, instantly feeling an intense feeling of embarrassment.
You wore little to no clothes, you didn’t notice this at first, but it became quite apparent once you began to take in your surroundings. “May I please use your bathroom!” You asked eagerly trying to get out of the situation you were currently in.
“Sure, let me show you where you’re staying. I have a brother, so I hope you won’t mind seeing him..” he spoke with a big grin on his face as he led you down the hall to a room.
The room was nicely decorated, with a bathroom in it. “I put clothes on you for the dresser, I’m going to get my brother from from the butterfly mansion, but I’ll be back soon.” He beamed before closing your door.
-
You sat in the shower letting the warm water run all over your body, your head laid on your knees as tears streamed down your face. You were unsure what made you so lucky; how are you the one to be saved?
When you stepped out the shower, you stood infront of a mirror placed above the sink. You didn’t enjoy looking at your reflection, so you rarely looked at yourself in the mirror.
To say you were disgusted with your appearance would be an understatement, you always felt distaste when you looked in the mirror, but for some reason you felt it even more now than ever.
You quickly got dressed in the warm clothes that Kyojuro provided you; a long sleeved black shirt with some baggy black sweatpants. You slipped on the socks neatly set on the dresser, before you quietly slipped out your room.
You hear a seat of voices laughing fill the room with love; you’ve never heard such joy. When you stepped into the kitchen, you saw Kyojuro and a little boy dancing and preparing food together.
The little boy looked just like Kyojuro, he must have been the brother he was speaking about. You suddenly got self conscious, that was his brother.. you were the last person he should meet..
As you turned around to walk away, Kyojuro’s loud voice made your presence known, “hello (y/n)! We were just talking about you! This is Senjuro, my brother!” He spoke with a closed eyed smile
You smiled looking at the younger boy, “it’s nice to meet you Senjuro..” you spoke with slight hesitation, the small boy smiled at you before turning around to continue working.
“Are you sure you want me around your brother?” You asked Kyojuro bluntly, looking at him in his beautiful eyes. “Why wouldn’t I?” He asked with an eye brow raised.
“I’m dirty Kyojuro.. I’ve been sold countless times.. I’m not the girl most guys would want to meet their brother..” you whispered looking away “besides I’ll be out of your hair soon enough..”
The man looked at you with a frown on his face for the first time, “you’re not dirty.. you’re quite stunning.. I would hate to see you go, but I’m not going to force you to stay..” he spoke in a lower voice, observing your delicate stare
“Are you sure..” you asked looking up to meet his bright eyes once again, he smiled softly placing some of your hair behind your ear, “I’m positive.”
Maybe he could help you be content with what’s in the mirror..
Genya-
It took Genya a while to get you to trust him; the two of you met in the red light district. He was assigned for a mission there, and you of course lived there. It wasn’t an easy life, but you did what you had to survive.
When the boy met you, you were as light as a feather, dirty, and paranoid. You remember the feelings and emotions you felt during that time, it was dreadful.
You’ve worked on suppressing the flashbacks and emotions, but you can’t always do that.
-
“It’s funny you think you have a choice.” The man spat looking down at you, you were his toy and he wasn’t scared to throw that in your face.
He bought you, so he would use you. The two of you were on your way home, when you brushed past a man slightly rough.
You began to bow repeatedly as you began to apologize for your actions, you didn’t mean to bump into the man, your husband was just dragging you so carelessly.
The man wore a purple Yukata over his black long sleeved shirt, and he has a long black Mohawk. You were instantly interested in the man, but you confined to apologize, truly sorry for your actions.
“Fuck are you apologizing for! I didn’t say you could! Let’s fucking go you dirty slut.“ the man, your abuser, spoke as he tried to pull you away from the boy.
The two of you didn’t get far, before you heard a swift sword slice in the air. you didn’t process this at the time, but this was the sound made before Genya sliced off his arm.
“You shouldn’t speak to a woman like that.” The man with the Mohawk spoke welding a sword. You don’t know how the man died that day, you just knew you were free..
-
Thinking back to it, you can smell the smells from that day, you can remember every small moment of the time your lover saved you from your buyer.
You didn’t notice your boyfriend come from behind you, so When his warm arms wrapped around your skin waist you felt shocked at first, but instantly fell back into his comfort.
“What’s on your mind Angel?” The boy asked as he rubbed circles in your waist, you sighed looking down that the fingers “I… I just feel so filthy… I’m not sure what would make you want me.. you whispered ashamed
The boy turned you to face him; “you’re far from filthy, you’re the most beautiful women I’ve ever met, don’t think things like that..” he whispered looking at you in seriously. He placed a soft kiss on your lips, leaving you wanting more.
He saved you, you love him, and you can’t get enough ;)
(Sorry this was short loves!)