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starting back off on sanemi and giyuu returning home after drinking at the uzui's for the evening, giyuu wants sanemi all to himself. there's no arguing or fighting it in giyuu's mind and frankly, the urge to do so is slipping away from sanemi...quickly
tags: NSFW (18+), they're horny and tipsy, drunk sex, giyuu with a pussy is an angel w wings, established relationship, modern au, etc.
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It all led to one thing and another.
At first, Giyuu had only scooted closer to Sanemi. Then, his fingertips found their way along the curvature of Sanemi's deltoid. And last thing Sanemi knew, Giyuu was pressing the palms of his hands into his collarbone. An ocean of cerulean gazing down at him - both, glazed and unfocused, at the same time. Yet, there was something embedded in those eyes. A want, need, desire, actually. The kind that only someone like Sanemi could ever even dare provide to a guy like Giyuu,
"Even prettier from up here," He giggled. The denim around his thighs stretching as he drew his legs in closer, squeezing around Sanemi's hips till he could feel the bone underneath such meat. Grinning, Giyuu could only admire the sight beneath him a bit longer.
Fuck, he hadn't ever seen a man look so beautiful - a literal sight for sore eyes.
One finger thumps its way across Sanemi's neck. Then another trots along the same path. Slipping under the silver chain clipped around his neck, Giyuu pulls it towards him. Sanemi grunts, in return. His adam's apple bobbing momentarily while trying to find his words - the right ones, that is.
"Come on, Giyuu... Enough messing around," By no means did Sanemi want to argue over this; however, he had to be the better sensical one for now. Giyuu was far too drunk to know anything that he's doing. He probably wouldn't even remember this, to be honest. And yeah, there's a solid ninety nine percent chance that he wouldn't care about what happened between them tonight, but just because Sanemi was sure, didn't mean he was certain. And that one tinsey tiny percent is what kept him stiff underneath Giyuu still, hands planted on his thighs lightly. With a grunt, Sanemi pushes against Giyuu,
"Get...off of me already," The words cut deeper than a knife. Never. Had he gave Giyuu so much resistance. Not that it made much of a difference, however.
As resilient he was, there was no backing down so easily. Giyuu made that very clear, only pushing back, in response. And using his palm, he shoved Sanemi into the sheets further. The couple of loose strands from his messy ponytail slipping and dangling over the hunk beneath him,
"Nooo, I want you all to myself," He laughed mischievously - a half slur and hiccup. The tanned complexion of his skin deepened into a richer, reddish hue; his face absolutely flushed bright and burning up at the seams. The heat from his core was felt underneath the threads of his clothes, radiating off feverishly. Even in his drunken state, Giyuu knew the sensation was uncomfortable, to say the least. Letting out a needy little whine, he arched his spine and stripped off the jacket draped along his form - the one Sanemi lend him back at the apartment.
"You got it?" Sanemi asked.
"Mmm, w-want it off..." With a heavier thud, the jacket was tossed over the edge of the bed, sliding off onto the floor slowly. Now, it was nothing of the moment - out of sight, out of mind entirely. But it wasn't enough all alone.
Giyuu was a furnace at this point. The heat radiating down into the center of his core, burning against the hardening bulge dragging along the crevice of his jeans. He absolutely hated his fucking jeans. But what he hated most was Sanemi's jeans. The way the denim stretched into a tent right between his thighs, grinding against his groin and rubbing him raw. And its not like he could reach far enough down there - where his folds were trailing along the lining of his undergarments, slickened with his own essence already.
Fuck, it was so aggravating.
Everything felt so...tight and constricting around him. Even the way the hem of Sanemi's jeans were pissing him off now; how hard it was to fumble with the zipper pressing along his twitching erection. The silver button glaring back at Giyuu out of pure spite, it felt. He hated it so much. Like the world was out to get him tonight, prevent him in every way of just getting what he wanted most. And that was Sanemi.
The tingling sparks that Sanemi's fingertips would have while digging deep into his hips, leaving indentions from where his nails broke the skin lightly. Trying to keep him in place as he thrusted upward into Giyuu. His cock buried within Giyuu's innards, so warm and slick. The perfect sleeve made and molded just for Sanemi - only Sanemi. Like a deprived beast fucking into Giyuu all night long. The thought was enough to have Giyuu slowly shifting his hips back and forth along Sanemi's hips, whimpering under his breath.
It was too much for Giyuu: the friction, slickness, irritation, emptiness. He couldn't stand it anymore, not when it was within his grasp entirely. Just settling underneath him, desperately trying to break out of the confines of its denim casing. He really needed to fuck Sanemi, now.
"Sanemi..." The low sultry voice vibrated against paler skin, plush lips kissing and trailing their way along that sharpened jawline, then his lobe. With a small hum, his tongue interlocked itself around the hoop of his boyfriend's piercing - a metallic steel taste melting atop his buds. So foreign. But real. Giyuu continued slithering his mouth up the helix and finally, pulling back just an inch to meet those lilac eyes once more.
The air, itself, was suffocating; as if Sanemi was submerged above his head with no way to swim back up to the surface to catch his breath. It lied buried deep within his chest, pent up and nearly bursting from his lungs if it weren't for the hiss exhaling through his bared teeth next. A vein pulsating down his forehead with every thump, thump, thump of his heart. If it wasn't for the weight on his chest grounding him, he could've sworn that it was going to explode from his ribcage, beating inhumanly too fast. And it was only quickening as Giyuu leaned forward, parting his lips with the flick of his tongue.
Sanemi suddenly jumped forward and stopped him dead in his tracks, pulling away mere centimeters as his hand dug into the meat of his freckled shoulder.
T-This...This shouldn't-
"Giyuu... I- I still don't know if we should-" The words choking up in Sanemi's throat. Even he wasn't too fond of what he was saying right then, hating every. last. fucking. syllable.
And frankly, it only fell upon deaf ears,
"Don't say that-" Exclaimed Giyuu. It was like a damn sleeper agent. From that glazed look, the ocean in his eyes began to grow ferocious; the waves of cerulean clashing against his pupils as they shrunk pinpoint and for the first time, fixated on Sanemi, alone.
He didn't, no- couldn't hear the rest of that plead.
He needed this, needed Sanemi like ecstasy, itself. So much that it made his head spiral in a loophole,
"Please. Please. Please-" A legato of slurred begs sobbed from his needy little mouth. "Just let me get what I want, Sa...n-nemi," He softly hiccupped, pressing his hips further into the erection poking against the front of his jeans; rolling them back in a circular motion. This wasn't just about the sex anymore, but intimacy instead. The desire to have what he wanted to his utmost pleasure right in his palms, to take it and get off on nothing more but the way he'd make the other buck and squirm underneath his weight. Giyuu wanted to hear the last of Sanemi's control crumble into a delicious flurry of grunts and groans, fucking each and every moan out of him till he saw only two things: the way Giyuu was riding against him and the stars bleary in the corners of those flowery beauties.
There was no way Sanemi was saying no, never.
He simply nodded, "Fine." A small thud echoed once he plopped back against the pillows again, not moving a single inch until Giyuu did, "But you better do it now." He huffed, "Before I...I fucking take it for myself, ya hear?"
That utterly stupid smile of Giyuu's broadened. Without a word, his hands cupped around Sanemi's cheeks, inching his fingers into those dyed tufts of hair before clashing their lips together, finally. A sharp muffle tumbled out of Sanemi's throat, swallowed down by Giyuu instantly. It was sloppy, slippery, and the taste of liquor still coated the plush of his mouth. Sanemi only delved his tongue further. As long as he could still taste Giyuu, he couldn't care.
Pulling back, their lips were drowned in each other's taste; still slick as a trail of saliva followed after. The heavy pants in between them mixing and swirling interchangebly amidst the few inches that kept them at bay for now. A gripe pressed flatly against Giyuu's lips while shifting uncomfortably. The heat flushed along his face burning feverishly, and even worse where his thighs desperately clenched around Sanemi's hips. The denim of his jeans rubbing his folds raw, despite how slick he already was just from grinding on Sanemi, alone. He couldn't keep getting off on teasing, though. Not when his body was obviously craving something more...physical.
Ugh, this was too complicated.
Giyuu reached around and trailed his hand down the arch of his spine, tugging at the hem of his jeans and shifting the denim lower and lower till it stretched over his backside and bundled up around his thighs. He sighed in a moment's relief once the chill air brushed along his olive skin briefly, free from his entrapment a little bit, at least.
Sanemi's breath hitched in his throat at the extraordinary sight bestowed before him now. He hadn't even noticed the way his bottom lip rolled between his teeth; a hand dragging along the rim as fingertips slipped under the transparent lace of lingerie. Its floral patterns easily traceable, shaped to the natural curve of Giyuu's rear. A low growl rumbled against his adam's apple, kneading the soft flesh within his palm,
"Mmm, been keeping this hidden from me for awhile?" Teased Sanemi. A rough smack clapping through the room from where his calloused palm struck. It pulled a wince out of Giyuu. The skin there stinging momentarily. Luckily, he didn't mind rubbing and soothing the reddened flesh, however. Enough to draw out another hum from Giyuu afterward, "Hm, something like that..." He giggled, "Tsk- You're such an idiot,"
But he liked it, a lot.
With yearning, they were meeting the edge of the deep end. It was spur of the moment: the stripping of their clothes, lips clashing against each other like the tidal waves of the sea, twisting and squirming till their legs were tangled along the uneven sheets. And it came crashing down with a slow, amorous moan - nothing but a chorus of unadulterated passion.
It was then followed with a shuddering whimper that made him weak in the knees, almost. The sensation of fullness was addicting for Giyuu. To fill and mold himself to the shape of Sanemi entirely; from the inside out. It took his breath away, leaving him settling atop Sanemi's pelvis for a minute as his eyelashes fluttered shut. He hadn't even started moving his hips and already, the heaviness was starting to crawl into those cerulean eyes. Fuck, now was not the time to be absolutely sloshed.
The fabric clenched between his teeth darkened as saliva drooled from the corners of his mouth - his whines stifled and silenced. Using his hands, Giyuu reached underneath Sanemi's chest and heaved himself forward. Finally. A little progress was being made now, even if it didn't last long.
In an instant, Giyuu slammed back down into Sanemi. The emptiness of his innards desperately begging him to reclaim Sanemi's cock once more, burying himself to the hilt. He let out a shaky breath. His folds puffy and stretched apart along the shaft; a mix of precum and slick trickling out. He was in a drunken daze with a glazed look in his eyes; too tipsy to roll his hips and fuck himself on Sanemi, but too stubborn to admit that just yet.
So badly, he wanted to do this. Its all he's been trying to do this entire night, and right as it was kneaded into the palm of his hands, he was fumbling. However, he was determined to keep going.
The lilac in Sanemi’s eyes grew fierce and flared with a carnal desire like no other. Inching around from behind, his hands found themselves pressing into Giyuu's waist even deeper; nails leaving a trail of soft scratches from where he ran them down those meaty flanks. He was always reminded just how bigger his hands were as they practically encased Giyuu's waist, just a inch or two from meeting at the fingertips right below his tummy. The taste of iron flooded his mouth from biting his lip too hard, suddenly.
Sanemi was still stuck on the sidelines, only able to keep steady while Giyuu desperately tried his best to stay on top. And frankly, he was failing at it.
Sanemi should've known that this was bound to happen; not when Giyuu was far too drunk for his own good. There was no way he was going to be able to keep it up, no matter how much he wanted this - wanted to drive that length and let it nestle deep within his pussy, milking every twitch and excited jump that sprung to life. It was a hard reality for his precious boyfriend to swallow so eagerly. But as concerned as he was for Giyuu, he couldn't deny his selfish needs either; how hard it was becoming to not buckle down on himself and thrust up into Giyuu just this once, finding that perfect spot that made Giyuu's toes curl and body jolt alive with fervor pleasure, fucking another orgasm out of him only to keep going afterward. Sanemi let out a heavy growl that rumbled from the bottom of his diaphragm, both, needy and impatient now.
He was the only one that could make Giyuu feel so fucking good on that cock, pulsating just from the thought of squelching into those slickened folds. Just because Giyuu was moving his hips didn't mean he was truly, pleasuring himself. And it was becoming increasingly obvious,
"A-Ahh, Ah...Y-You're going too- fast," Sanemi warned, dipping his head back into the pillows with a grumbling groan. Giyuu couldn't even muster up something to say, by this point. His mouth left agaped and hips easing up momentarily. He lifted himself off the cock, leaving just the flushed tip pressing into his slit now. Before he could do anything else, his knees gave way underneath the weight. Sanemi immediately caught Giyuu. The tufts of dyed hair in his face colliding with darker strands as their foreheads brushed against each other,
"I-I can't-" The confession coming out in a choked sob. A slow, soft kiss hushed him up, "Shh, don't worry about it," Sanemi soothed, dropping his voice an octave lower - something he's only ever done for Giyuu; just Giyuu. Another kiss made Giyuu's shoulders slump and hips lower back down. That was good. So long as he was letting himself relax, that's all that mattered. A hand tugged those lace panties off to the side once more. Then, with a husky grunt, Sanemi slid his cock into Giyuu's velvety insides. Taking his sweet time till Giyuu was ready for him, indefinitely.
The first few thrusts were just an appetizer, short and deliberate as his cock inched itself bit by bit into Giyuu. And after that, he quickened the pace by nearly triple. Using the heels of his feet to push himself into Giyuu, he fucked at a unrelenting pace now; hitting all the right places and deepening himself further into that soaked cunt,
With the click of his tongue, Sanemi brought his thumb up to his lips and coated it in his own saliva. Then, bringing it between quivering thighs, he began rubbing out Giyuu's clit. Already so swollen and absolutely deprived of the attention it was so patiently waiting for. Sanemi couldn’t help pressing the larger part of his thumb into its pinkish bud, stimulating Giyuu as a shuddering gasp slipped from his intoxicated lips, "Ohhh! Hnngh, Sanemi, I'm-" It was already too late. By the time he realized that the sensation was too much for his lithe form, his pussy convulsed and quivered sporadically around Sanemi's enlarged cock - pulling him in as deep as possible. The aftermaths of his orgasm sending tingling jolts of lightning down his spine and pelvis, "There we go-"
Sanemi knew Giyuu had it in him to finish on his cock so soon, already eliciting another orgasm right at the end of this ride, "I-I'm about to- mm, ah, hahhh," He stuttered, "I'm close-"
As if time itself was put on pause, his hips came to a sudden halt while drove into Giyuu. The welcoming heat squeezing and drawing out every single ounce from Sanemi; the vein along his cock thrumming with the spurts of cum spilling inside. Enough to fill Giyuu full, satiating that insatiable hunger, finally. His eyes drifted shut, shielding away those beautiful purples. Meanwhile, the cerulean in Giyuu's own were rolling into the back of head; completely dazed and sluggish. Their bodies slamming into one another and the frame itself with a thundering creak.
There was nowhere to go, and most certainly, nothing to do. The only thing left was simply lying here together, curling and enveloping his larger arms around Giyuu's slump body entirely. Giyuu dug his nails into Sanemi's back, in response. A sleepy hum tumbling out of him whilst burying his head into Sanemi's chest. A lopsided grin curved along his jawline,
what else is there to do on a hot summer day while stuck inside, sweating in the smoldering heat? its even more tempting as the sweat beads down sanemi's face, giving giyuu the urge to just-
surprisingly, I've been on a role ♡
tags: NSFW (18+), two idiots that are horny and stupid, mid-sex, giyuu with a pussy is an angel with wings, tongue licking, established relationship, etc.
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It was just a casual afternoon, where there was nothing to do, nowhere to go. The kind of day where Sanemi was stuck with Giyuu, and Giyuu was stuck with Sanemi.
Perfect.
Inside their shared quarters, Sanemi had his back and head pressed against the wood. The cool oak clinging onto the sweaty surface of his flushed skin, burning feverishly. It was a hot fucking day outside. And he was on fire.
A needy little whimper was fucked out of Giyuu after a particularly powerful thrust from Sanemi. Those hips working overtime to slam forward, burying his cock all the way to the hilt and bottoming out inside those plush innards he knew so well. His calloused hands steadied Giyuu as best as possible from below - nails breaking the skin around his waist.
Meanwhile, dark strands of hair messily clung along Giyuu's shoulders and back; sticky from the sweat glistening off. The cerulean in his eyes fluttering in a daze. His breaths practically forced out. He flicked a quick glance down.
A roar bellowed deep from Sanemi while picking up the pace, as if before wasn't already overstimulating enough. So out of it and absolutely mindless to nothing but the way his fingers pressed into that swollen clit, rubbing it raw with his thumb in between each thrust. Just as long as Giyuu was pleased and well spent, is all.
"O-Ohh, fuck-" Giyuu whined, dropping his head down into the crook of Sanemi's neck. A trail of drool falling from the corner of his mouth and tears pricking the slits of his eyes. He couldn't last much longer, not when everything was practically radiating with such unforgiving heat and humidity.
Yanking away his hand from Sanemi’s slick chest, he buried it into Sanemi's scalp - the white tufts of hair tangling around his fingers. For a split second, he only stared off. But as everything clicked back in, Giyuu then leaned forward with his lips spread apart. He pressed his tongue along that jawline, dragging and lapping up the beads of sweat spilling down Sanemi’s face; tracing each and every scar to the bridge of his nose.
It elicited a choked-up groan from Sanemi. The lilac in his eyes thinning out as his pupils shrunk, suddenly. His hips slowed down momentarily.
What the fuck...just happened?
Sanemi wasn't sure his damn self; still processing the way Giyuu just- smothered the side of his cheek with saliva. Like a dog seeking affection, begging for attention. It had went straight to the pit of his stomach before even realizing it. His cock twitching excitedly whilst melting inside Giyuu's flushed pussy; puffy and full to the utmost brim.
The pause in his hips was deafeningly silent, pounding in Giyuu's ears with each loud drum. He pulled back for a moment,
"I-Is something wrong?" He winced, "I didn't think..." The worry began to settle in his tummy, rooting and curling itself inside. He must've fucked up.
Or that was what he presumed; however, a yelp was squeezed out of him suddenly as Sanemi shifted and slammed Giyuu into the sheets, coming down with a heavy thud. His hands coming up and pinning Giyuu; keeping him in place while fucking into him once more - rougher and faster this time. A symphony of their moans and grunts singing throughout the room now.
If it was attention Giyuu desired, then attention Sanemi shall provide.
Hhhiiii, I have been reading your stuff recently and it is so cute 😍 I had a question. In the baby post you said tomioka had difficult birth, are you willing to share how that experience went more specifically?
And I saw you named the baby, is that a fan child or just on the spot?
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first off, I just wanna thank u soo much!! I rlly do appreciate everyone supporting these silly ideas and whatnot, its amazing to brainrot and ramble with y'all about these two ♡
now, I don't mind discussing this at all; however, I will be adding a warning anyhow,
tags: post-canon sngy (spoilers), mpreg, pregnancy and labor, pregnancy complications, postpartum, depression, the burden of toxic stereotypes/traditions, etc.
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okay! so yes, I think that sanemi and giyuu would have a baby, at some point after post-canon
I have my own fanchild for them, her name is yuma. I like to imagine her w long, silky black hair and light purple eyes. she's a quiet, keep to herself kinda girl, maybe she'll come off as curt sometimes when she's just straightforward, for the most part. but she's not one to ignore a challenge either, taking anything from a small task to a dare as a way to prove just how relentless she can be (she's fond of adventure) she's got sanemi's short circuit and stubbornness for sure
even as a baby, she was quiet and easygoing though. she was fussy, yeah, but what baby isn't??
I also think she'd get a scar across her face, at some point as well. not from anything drastic, she just accidentally got hit or something while rough housing with other kids. you know how you just have that random scar from your childhood?? that's her
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I wanna talk about her more in the future, hopefully make a post or something soon
now, the labor was a completely different story
but yeah, the pregnancy was nothing but the best. giyuu was absolutely glowing, even if he was in a constant battle with his intense cravings and mood swings. everything was heightened 10x throughout that journey - which was really fun for sanemi, especially.
it was just a mess of complications but to sum it all up...he had a prolonged labor. and basically, that's just where it exceeds twenty hours and more. so if you can imagine nearly 24 hrs+ of contractions and pushing with zero fucking progression (mind you, epidurals/oxytocin and such didn't exist either)
yeah, nothing was comparing to that
and y'know, he obviously had all the help possible, like midwives and sanemi was a big, big supporter in all of this (duh, there's no way in hell he's leaving giyuu at a time like this) but the mental strain of everything messed him up afterward
it was hard to make that connection with yuma after she was born, trying to not feel guilty, ashamed, etc. moreso because he was still recovering from the labor and couldn't help but keep thinking of that entire experience over and over. how hard it was for no reason, it felt. how his body basically betrayed him in doing what was considered a "natural" thing like creating and bringing life into this world. all because his body was useless and a pain in the ass when it came to yuma, who is the most breathtaking thing that's ever been brought into sanemi and his life. to put his beautiful daughter under stress just to come into this world...he hated himself for that
and unfortunately, that nagging hatred made him withdraw alot of times from yuma. everytime she'd grow fussy and begin to sob tirelessly, its almost as if he'd froze up. first, because he's never really ever been around babies until yuma and is learning slowly how to tend to a baby's needs. but secondly, because of all the people yuma would want comfort from, he never thought it was him. if sanemi wasn't around to help him or do it himself, it was just- a burden for yuma in his mind. and then, when he would lock up from being overwhelmed, he'd feel utterly horrible for not having that instinct to immediately jump in and tend to yuma himself. instead, seeking sanemi out to help him because compared to himself, sanemi seemed to do it so much more...naturally. too much guilt kept him still and therefore, unable to really connect with yuma during those first few months
as desperately as he wanted to coo and cuddle yuma close to his chest all day and night, sleeping with her within his grasp and etc. he simply felt like a burden doing so. even when sometimes, that's all yuma wanted was him. she'd get fussy and irritated and the only thing that'd make her calm down is being near giyuu; feeling safe within his comfort as she curled against his skin, buried into his hair, and so on.
but that's what postpartum depression can do, unfortunately. and depression, alone, is a constant struggle for giyuu anyway
by the time yuma is nearly a year old, alot of giyuu's guilt goes away, luckily. not being as scared or shameful to love her unconditionally, maybe even coddling her too much because he can't get enough of her now. its a good upside and there's not a doubt in his mind how far he'd go to make sure yuma is loved, protected, and most of all, supported throughout her life - no matter where or how old she is, ever
they have a complicated relationship, but I don't ever want giyuu's love for his daughter to be second-guessed because how do I literally say that both, sanemi and him, would straight up give their lives to make sure she is able to live hers?? like they're a happy family, I promise! it just takes time and alot of patience, is all. and ain't nothing wrong with that
I kinda went off topic, but when I think of the struggles that giyuu went through during labor, I feel like I must include all of it, including his struggles through postpartum and in general
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I got a new sticker book full of demon slayer stickers of everybody!! I'm still trying to figure out how to use them best but here's mitsuri and rengoku, at least
this was originally a drawing idea but it has been lobotized in my brain so deep...I have to ramble about it now, just sngy being drunk and in love, basically. or...well, giyuu, at least. sanemi is just here for the ride (willingly, he loves his boyfriend to death)
I actually did end up doodling some of it, sooo feel free to scroll to the end to see those ♡
tags: drunk, mentions of liquor, domestic fluff, established relationship, modern au, and idiots in love
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Giyuu never meant to get drunk like this. To be honest, he never did. But when one beer tasted like nothing, then a second goes down with ease, and the third was extra bubbly...he couldn't recall how many he had finished by the time things felt much, much fuzzier to say the least.
A hand sloppily covers his lips, wet with the last sip of that foamy delight clenched around his other hand still. He sucked at trying to hide the grin stretching from ear to ear. Dipping his head, a gleeful giggle erupts from his swaying form. he couldn't keep it together anymore, and the thought made whatever was splitting his sides already even funnier, apparently. Giyuu began to snort with laughter. He was all too giddy, by this point. The Tomioka Giyuu that was always so quiet and kept close at arms length was stripped away, only leaving a much sillier version of himself now.
It downright gave Tengen a chill down his spine, wondering if this was an exorcism or an emergency. And Sanemi...well, he was practically the center of attention - for Giyuu, to be exact.
Messy strands of dark hair engulfed Sanemi’s palm, slipping out from underneath his fingers and tangling together. He was desperately trying to bundle up most of the hair off Giyuu's neck to tie up in a somewhat neat ponytail. Giyuu wouldn't stay still for more than even a few seconds, leaning forward every now and again. His cheek resting along the flat surface of the coffee table.
"Hold still," Sanemi grumbled, using his preoccupied hand to tug Giyuu's head back once more. A small wince would bite out between Giyuu's teeth, perhaps a little too sensitive to be jostled around so roughly. His lips would then curve up in a smile, chuckling at his own thoughts, it seemed. Never holding a grudge. He couldn’t.
Giyuu was absolutely sloshed and in that moment, he was also mesmerized by Sanemi’s allure too. The way his hair fluffed out as smaller tufts curved up and over one another, his bangs lying against the straight edge of his nose; the darker tips of green spiking out. His eyes a field of lilacs, focused in on his fingers while tying up Giyuu's hair. The scars along his right side so easily traceable that Giyuu could almost...
He nearly fell back against the carpet, fumbling around before larger hands caught his flailing wrists, steadying him once more. a successfully failed attempt, he supposed, "Watch it, Giyuu. Before you bust your ass-" Sanemi barked. Knees pressing against the curve of Giyuu's back to keep him from falling over again. The ridiculous drunkard...but, he was Sanemi’s ridiculous drunkard, at least.
Only a half-slurred laugh rumbled out of Giyuu; cerulean eyes glazed and barely focused, "You're soooo sweet, my S-Sa...mmm, N-Nemi," He hiccuped.
As much as this was hilarious to watch, Tengen knew what was best: a few Ibuprofen, some water, and most importantly, sleep. and Giyuu wouldn't get none of that lollygagging in his living room, "Look, why don't you two head back home and get some rest, hm?" He recommended, giving a firm pat to his thigh and standing up. Nodding in return, Sanemi agreed, "Yeah, we probably should. I'll get him outta your hair and head out," Tengen chuckled, "Not a problem, just...make sure he doesn't puke on anything. Otherwise, that really would be one for the books," A joke half funny yet concerning all the same. Sanemi just rolled his eyes, "Whatever."
Stirring out a giggle from Giyuu, Sanemi heaves him onto his feet - accidentally tickling him, in the process, "Come on, then. Let's go back home, Giyuu," Sanemi soothes, patting Giyuu on his back. He opens his jacket that was hanging up and drapes it over Giyuu, urging him to slip both arms into its sleeves. A soft hum slowly purrs out of Giyuu as he clutches the jacket close and buries his chin into its collar; so warm, cozy, and fuck, it smelt like Sanemi. His cologne bled into the threads, still somewhat damp from when the nape of Sanemi's hair was wet earlier that night. His thoughts full of Sanemi...just Sanemi.
An arm hooks around Giyuu's waist. his gait steadied by Sanemi’s own hips as the two walked in tandem: slow and careful down the steps. His cerulean eyes attempting to focus on his own feet. The air around him was heavy, spinning until all of a sudden, his body went forward. Luckily, Sanemi caught him.
A soft gasp slipped from Giyuu, startling even himself. He glanced back at the cracks in the concrete. Feeling spent, he then whimpered softly. Giyuu languidly drifted into the crook of Sanemi's arm; flushed against him now, "Mmm, I love you so, so, so much," His arm wrapped along Sanemi’s deltoid.
Sanemi brushes away some of Giyuu's bangs, allowing himself to smile at such silly remarks. He unlocked the door to their apartment with a faint click,
"Love you too."
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also, some fun little doodles of this concept bc I absolutely love them !!
man, give me the strength to write out these sngy thoughts itching at my brain. I got so many ideas I wanna write about, even if just a few paragraphs long,,,
y'all bother the heck outta me, I ain't got no one to share these stupid ideas with :,) some are smutty though...I'm not sorry
let's take ibuprofen together and ramble about these two dorks, hehe
pregnancy has been nothing but a wonderful experience for giyuu, even when it takes a hundred times over and more tying his kimono properly...and failing.
luckily, he has sanemi around to bother ♡
tags: post-canon/war sngy, mpreg, pregnancy, domestic fluff, idiots in love
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"Come on..." The words came out in a soft grumble, almost a silent plea by this point. This had been the hundredth time, it felt. At least, more than ten minutes since he first attempted to reach around and tie the hakama from the back, feeling the ribbon slip from his fingers once more as the front fell to his feet.
It felt like a sick joke now.
Giyuu could only stare at the hakama spilled beneath his feet. Or- well, he could try to, maybe. All that looked back at him was the swell of his midsection poking out from under his kimono, a sight he had grown quite familar with and to be honest, very fondly too. Even when it made doing something as simple as tying this stupid hakama around his waist complicated, he wouldn't have had it any other way than this: To be heavy with what could only be defined as a miracle - their soon to be little baby of suprise.
It had been awhile now, maybe close to eight months if Giyuu remembered correctly. He honestly didn't keep track of it well. It was his abdomen that showed his unknown progress most accurately, though. The way his feet were hidden below its shadowy overcast, how hard it was to bend down even the slightest, or so help him- try to lie on his back at night while resting.
Yeah, if he had anything to say, he was plenty overdue- but that's not how human anatomy worked, unfortunately, nor their tiny beetle. So he'll stay struggling putting on his garments everytime they decided to go out somewhere, pulling the old reliable trick every single time,
"Nemi!" He whined loud enough that it echoed against the sliding doors. It probably didn't even take five minutes for a pair of heavier footsteps to rush towards the room, "I'm coming, I'm coming-" A deep voice reassured before stepping into the doorway, extending those firm arms to stretch out, "What do you need now? There's nothing wrong, right?"
That was always the first thing that came out of those plush lips. Sanemi made it a habit to ask whenever necessary, despite how silly the request may be or utterly healthy Giyuu appeared right then and there. Giyuu shook his head, "No, nothing's wrong," He then glanced back down at his swollen midsection, "Er, well- aside from the fact that this hakama won't...it won't stay on me," He sighed in admitted defeat. Sanemi stepped closer, standing in front of Giyuu now. He had already known where Giyuu was getting at by this time,
"And you need me to help tie it?"
"...Yes,"
It was sometimes just nice hearing Giyuu say those magic words, that Sanemi was of some use still. Fortunately, he always would be with Giyuu around.
He bent down and picked up the hakama off the floor, pulling it out from Giyuu's feet carefully. It was a much darker shade of blue this time. His fingers felt the delicate texture of it briefly, "Is this the one Nezuko made you?" Sanemi hadn't expected to see Giyuu trying to wear it so soon. Nezuko had only stopped by a few days ago to drop it off, and she was quite proud of it too. Giyuu must've been eager to show it off, appreciating every small thread she used to etch this fabric into existence - just for him and the baby, of all people. A small smile crept along his lips at the mention, "Yeah," There was then a light pause in his voice after, like a thought had crossed his mind - unspoken into fruition just yet.
"Do you think it fits...well? I thought the pattern would be good for the season, but if it doesn't-"
"Shut up,"
The idea didn't even slip off Giyuu's tongue before it was interrupted immediately, smashed into a crumple and tossed aside, never to be heard of again. Sanemi wouldn't allow it, ever.
"It looks good on you, perfect, actually," He spat while wrapping the hakama around Giyuu's waist, settling it firmly above the hefty bump. He bundles the set of ribbons around his larger fist and tugs, "I don't ever want to hear you say otherwise, got it?" Sanemi snips. His other hand then reaches around and finds its way around the soft edges of the hakama, feeling with his fingers for the dip and confirm its placement. It felt stupid trying to do this while stuck keeping the damn thing in place from behind. However, he'd bite his tongue for now, hoping to awkwardly find that perfect slip in the garment himself.
The cerulean in Giyuu's eyes remained fixated on watching those scarred fingers fumble along the front of his soft mound. His lips twitch upwards in an amusing gleam, absolutely indulging in this display fullheartedly. Sure. He could've been more helpful and offered a hand, maybe even just line up the hakama all by himself instead; though...it was much funnier watching his husband struggle just as much with the garments - until an agitated huffed exhaled deep from his chest,
"I can't get it to-" A frustrated groan rumbled against his adam's apple. That was the cue for Giyuu to step in, raising and placing his hand atop Sanemi’s hand, "Here," He then guides their conjoined limbs upwards by an extra inch or so, aligning the garment with the obi. He kept it in place. Sanemi firmly nods once confirming the placement. The palm of his hand slipping momentarily to drag down and back up the natural curve of Giyuu's midsection.
It was more of a mindless fondness than anything. A stark reminder of the life they've so desperately built from the bottom. The next chapter moving forward. His whole world shifting - all of which ready for their bundle of immense joy. How he couldn't wait to see their beautiful miracle. Although, he will miss this remarkable form that Giyuu had so eagerly taken, at the same time. Even if it meant having to repeat the same motions of tying this hakama again and again, whether it was the twentieth or thousandth time.
Once it was tied from the back, Sanemi lifted the underside of the hakama and settled it against the obi. He then guided the rest of the ribbons towards the front,
"The baby's been more quiet the last few days," Giyuu mentioned with the thumping of his fingertips, still while the ribbon was tugged tighter. Enough that it was snug but not downright suffocating to wear. Sanemi hummed, "Really?" He smirks faintly, "I guess old habits die hard, huh? It's no wonder you've been napping more than usual," His fingers continue tying the ribbon gently, wrapping it into a nice bow. It's enough to get an eye roll out of Giyuu, "Like she knows the difference,"
"Oh, so its a girl?"
"That's not what I was- I-" There was a redder hue to Giyuu's complexion now. Like he wanted to bury his head into his chest and hide away. A deep breath fills his lungs, "I- I actually don't know, to be honest. It just...seemed fitting, I guess," The laugh that followed after felt strained almost. Sanemi playfully goes along with it, "I bet it did."
With one last adjustment, the hakama was tied in place, finally. Swaying, those cerulean orbs studied the way the hem grazed his ankles swiftly. It was light and most of all, comfortable.
Giyuu leaned into Sanemi, his arm wrapping around such broad shoulders affectionately, "I appreciate this, hun," The praise muffled between small kisses peppered along Sanemi’s softened jawline - enough to draw out a lighthearted laugh from his sweet hubby, "Mmm, come here," A deeper voice needily beckoned. Having enveloped Giyuu in his larger frame, Sanemi took full advantage. His hands found their way around those olive cheeks, kneeding into tufts of darker hair. A thumb brushing along his silver earring.
Their lips crossed paths that were all too familar. A road to what both, deemed their entire worlds, home at its finest. It was aimless yet...that's just how it was best loved.
I just wanted to get this off my chest, finally. I'm sorry if this feels a little random or just poor writing, in general. I was busting this out midway through a burnout (but KNOWING I won't finish it if not done now :,) Anywho, just take this with a grain of salt, is all.
This a short add on to plots mentioned in my AU, the hands of the divine. As previously mentioned, I briefly brainstormed on the possibility of Giyuu wearing a mask and getting his identity revealed to bandits...well, this is the consequences of that incident.
It's not nice or pleasant at all. I highly advise taking the tags with consideration.
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TW: major character death, graphic detail of fatal injuries, amputation/deformity, violence, degradation, angst w no happy ending (in this, at least), blood, etc.
His breath visible amongst the still wind, swirling and fading into the pure snow beneath his feet. Every step breaking the perfect surface of the frost blanketed across the woods before him. Giyuu turns to his right, nothing but the blackened silohuette of trees and shrubs in the distance. No sign of life anywhere, not even a rabbit or fox. It was the same over his left shoulder as well. Just...emptiness within the abyss. he was alone, it seemed. What he falsely believed, that is.
His ears flickered suddenly. the muscles in his slim frame growing stiff and tense under the weight of his own adrenaline. His fingers dug around the hilt of his katana, rubbing into the wrap kneeded into the silver ore. His arms felt light as the flakes of snow bled into his darker hair. his stomach filled with stone and legs sinking into the mush that was the wettened dirt. He was stuck there, waiting and itching to strike whatever was approaching. The noises grew louder, similar to that of the crunching of ice. His body was right to still suddenly. This was a threat, a human. These were footsteps trudging towards him, he realized.
And just as the harsh reality settled in his guts, it was body over mind. There were zero choices for him to make, in that moment. His torso lurching forward and waist twisting the opposite direction. His head snapped back as his arms drew up - the katana crossing his body from shoulder to shoulder. A harsh grunt bared through his gritted teeth, the force of another slashing against the metallic of his weapon. It was enough to shove his feet further into the snow, dragging across the dirt until the sparks from his katana came to an abrupt halt. He stumbles back before regaining his balance again, resting his katana at his hip. Giyuu draws out a heavy breath that had been simmering within his chest for quite some time. His face unrecognizable underneath his mask. If anything, though, the deepened frown and furrowed brows permantetly engraved into the wood of the white mask had said enough on its own. That he was not the ordinary villager roaming the woods aimlessly, but someone from far away. Not a foreigner or mercenary, however. No...in fact, he was quite familar with these kind of situations. And unfortunately, he was already found out without even knowing it yet.
Past the stirred up snow, a man stood a few feet away from Giyuu. His head low while coughing into his sleeves, guarding his torso with a similar weapon. His clothes were tattered and skin littered with an array of scars, some more lethal than others, it seemed. It was quick to tell that he must've been a bandit here to terrorize the villagers not far from here - robbing and assaulting those simply surviving the dead of winter and nothing more. A larger fish preying upon the smaller and weaker creatures thriving within the same pond. The same as any other bandit that Giyuu has had the task of eradicating on the spot, left to rot and be pulled apart by vultures. It wasn't something he liked doing, but if it must be done...then so be it. He drew his katana and pointed the sharpened tip at the bandit hunched over, inching his way closer and closer,
"Who are you?" He bit, loosening his grasp on the katana. Those strands of midnight hair stood tall on the blades of his shoulders, still.
The bandit looked up into the deadened gaze of his mask,
"What group do you work for?" The edge of the katana met pale skin, threatening to slice right through it and spill a beautiful shade of red into the snow. He wouldn't hesitate doing it either.
"Tell me," He growled,
Before the bandit could utter a single word, the quickened steps of another stormed from behind. Giyuu flinched and caught his katana on a hatchet, parrying the swing and stepping back for more distance. His attention circled over to the man on the other side of him now - a bigger guy with similar clothing and littered in less scars. He was a bandit as well, probably apart of the same group as the first guy. Not that he'd ever know. Just as Giyuu was able to avoid that attack so soon, his katana blocked a third attempt. And a fourth. A fifth.
Whoever these two were, they weren't stopping anytime soon.
They were relentless.
As a sixth attempt was deflected, one of the men chuckled low underneath their breath,
"I guess my men weren't lying about you," He scoffed, "You really are the one and only, huh?"
Giyuu's feet stir across the snow in small steps, pacing until he was practically circling the second man now. His katana drawn at the ready. The bottom half of his kimono was a darker shade whilst drenched by the ice crawling along his ankles. He didn't care though as nothing, and absolutely nothing, was going to draw his focus away from these bandits. Even if his mask left him faceless, his glare was radiating through the thin wood, brows knitted.
"What...are you talking about?" He asked. Giyuu tightens the muscles in his shoulders, rising an inch into his tied back hair. He stopped midway in his tracks, averting that last bit of attention, finally.
The bandit rolls his tongue with a small click, "Nope." He cuts, "You aren't gonna act stupid about this," He then rolls onto his heel, tossing the hatchet back and forth into his calloused palm. A means of distraction, "I don't wanna fucking hear it, so just tell me this,"
"Are you really the emissary I've been hearing so much about? The same one who's been slaughtering my men by the dozen? That one, yeah?"
The hilt of his katana was warm beneath his palm now,
"I see that word spreads quick, faster than their deaths, at least," The words bite deeper than a wolf's snarl, leaving the bandit's face reddened with nothing but pure, irrepressible rage. His violence impossible to swallow any longer.
"They had what was coming,"
A deep howl rumbled against the bandit's knot lodged within his throat, bellowing so loud that the trees around him stirred alive as crows cawed and fled far away. The bass in his guttural cry even vibrating beneath Giyuu's own feet. His cerulean eyes glanced down at the snow before snapping back up just a minute too soon. He took a step or two back as the bandit pounced forward, nothing but the eyes of a maniac desperate for the needless violence of bloodshed boring into the face of a mask unchanged. Just as he went to turn, a larger hand dug its fingers into his shoulder. its grip painfully firm as nails cut into the plush skin underneath his sleeves. Giyuu winced sharply and struggled to break away. He couldn't yank, pull, shove, or even shuffle out of the man's grasp, and to no avail. He was stuck here - a mere centimeters away from a bandit ready to tear him to shreds. The reality of the situation was beginning to weigh heavy on his shoulders. For the first time in a long while...he began to panic.
After a few more seconds of fruitless squirming, Giyuu had a splitting thought. He looks down from both bandits and stomps his foot into the guy's dorsal, drilling the sharper edge of his heel as deep as it'd go till the fucker was forced to let go. The bandit yelped and stumbled back. His grip loosening just enough for Giyuu to snatch his sleeve out in a nick of time.
A few tufts of black hair were scattered atop the pure snow. The side of his kimono practically drenched in ice from lunging out of the way of the bandit's hatchet...barely. His knees scraped and bleeding underneath. And those hands - reddened and numb from the burning cold. Even he couldn't feel his grip on the katana anymore, having to visibly look for himself to make sure it was still here. The silver of his ring unmistakable shimmering against moonlight seeping through the woods. It was getting harder to breathe now. The air knocked out of his lungs while struggling to take in another. But he couldn't.
There was not enough time.
It didn't register until Giyuu was already on his back with his katana raised high across his chest, having rolled onto the ice a little more as sparks caught the hem of his kimono that this wasn't over. A task still on the verge and revenge within arms reach. This was a job, after all - his main purpose. If he didn't finish what had been started, then what else? Unfortunately, there was no such thing as fleeing. Not that it crossed his mind, at this point. It never did.
Giyuu deflected the bandit's weapon with his katana once more, swinging the edge of it to stun the guy temporarily. He hastily pushed himself up onto his knees, scurrying to stand up - anyway to regain the upperhand. His feet slipped out from underneath him though, over and over. The painful squeezing in his stomach rising at the realization, pleading to get the hell up.
Just stand the fuck up.
Please...
“And where the hell do you think you're going?“ A voice tore from the utter silence, nothing but the sound of his breaths pounding into his skull, achingly obvious that he was struggling and really bad too.
There was a harsher grunt from the bandit, along with a swooshing sound of something being thrown. Giyuu's ear flickered in the opposite direction, still too focused on scrambling to his feet before he-
It happened all too quickly.
Just as he lifted himself onto one foot, a gut-wrenching shriek ripped out from his throat - nearly strangling himself on his larynx alone. Giyuu's body went limp, in that moment. An indescribable force knocking him forward across the snow, tumbling face first into the mud underneath. A flurry of snow stirred in the air before flaking across those tufts of hair gently. A calm within the storm, it felt. His mask chipped and cracked at the chin. And a hatchet protruding from between his shoulder blades, almost symmetrical with his spine. The sharpened edge was fully buried into Giyuu's slim form, tearing every nerve and muscle on its way through. A dribble of blood began to seep into the blackened fabric of his kimono, pooling along the curvature of his lumbar too.
Giyuu hadn't registered the severity of it as his nails dug into the dirt and arms heaved off the ground. He immediately bucked and collapsed onto his wrists, the pain from his back radiating throughout his torso and spine, all the way down into his heels. His arms shook vigorously. With every movement, the hatchet etched itself deeper into his spine. Giyuu yelped. He was downright paralyzed from the agony alone, still crawling away, at best. This was it.
He had hoped to be a predator in this chain, but...always the prey instead.
A fucking family curse, at this point.
The bandit from before hurried to his limping form, a grin spread across his lips like a hunter having found its food. He was nothing more but a killing trophy.
“Not so mouthy now, aren't ya?“ He snarled whilst standing high above Giyuu. A dirty boot pressed into the back of those midnight locks, digging the heel all the way to the scalp as a means to smother him completely. Only he could hear his own muffled pleads now, falling to deafened ears. The bandit reached to grab the hatchet once more. With an excruitiating cry, the hatchet was yanked out from Giyuu's spine entirely - his body sputtering and legs kicking at the ground. The adrendaline still coursing through his veins, begging him to flee.
If only...
Despite cirsumstances telling Giyyu that anything he did beyond this point was pointless; however, his nerves still worked in false belief just the same. Having been thrown onto his back, he attempted a similar tactic with the last bandit. He jostled and thrashed, kicking the bandit directly in the knee. The bandit shouted and collapsed onto that leg, grounding himself with the other one. He glanced down to gauge the damage already done. Giyuu had hoped it'd be enough to finally regain some distance. Unfortunately, that was easier said than done. The bandit was already back up and storming towards him. Those crooked teeth gritting down on each other as he raised the hatchet once more, coming down with it in milliseconds.
The blade had met his right arm this time, chopping into the limb as if it was nothing more but meat off the cattle. A sharp scream choked from Giyuu's lungs, lips quivering afterward whilst sucking in breath after breath - the frigid air making it harder to breathe. His body slammed back into the snow as a familar yet unwanted shade of dark red bled through, tainting the pure white beneath him in its sinful disposal. The first swing was enough. At least, it really should've been.
The bandit tore the hatchet out from where it had cut deep, yanking it back and swinging with an even greater force this time. He aimed for the same spot, slamming the edge of it into the, now, exposed wound and severing the arm completely. Another bandit grimaced, “Geez...“ He stepped around and hovered over Giyuu from the left side, taking in the damage been dealt.
“It serves him right,” Scarred fingers wrapped around the handle of the axe and yanked back. The pool of blood expanding past Giyuu's body, bleeding mere inches away into the undisturbed ice. It'll then be covered up by the snowfall soon, only left as a fading memory of this very moment - the instance that he knew that this was an ending to a cause. He should've known better than to believe this life would be anything else but pathetic. It was worthless from the time he was offered up as some display all those years ago, and even now, as nothing more but an emissary to the spirit that protected these lands. The same kitsune he grew so fond of calling his own spouse. The same one that...wasn't here to witness his death on this very night.
That was a good thing.
For once, it was a relief that the air was simply...still.
Just like this meek little life, he guessed.
Giyuu grunted shortly. The agonzing aches trembling down his body while being dragged onto his feet suddenly. The bandit holding him up then buried their fists into his abdomen and tossed him into the air. A wince snipped from his lips. His toes dangling inches off the ground now. The wounds in his right arm and back still spurting blood, drenching the bandit behind him in its contents. At some point, his mask was removed and smashed into the dirt. The ringing in his ears thumping so loud that he was practically deaf to whatever the bandits were saying right in front of him. Giyuu could barely keep his eyes open either. He blinked slowly before forcing himself to stay awake. The cerulean within draining away with his blood. His skin was pale as well.
This was it.
There was no denying it anymore, and yet...he hadn't a clue on what to do. What did people do before they perished? Do they think about life as a whole? Not that there was much to dwell on, really. He was a husband and a fighter, spending his days traveling the mountains to eradicate disturbances here and there while returning to the shrine to be with his spouse once more. Its what he's always done, again and again. And there was no point in spending this time feeling sorry for himself - hasn't he suffered enough? So then, what was there to do? Giyuu could speed up this neverending hell and continue squirming. He could also just lie here. Or even, pray.
Tsk- that felt rich, but...what did a dying man have to lose?
As his head hung low and his hair fell over those cerulean eyes, his lips moved in sync with his thoughts. Only uttering a small prayer underneath his slow breaths. The color in his skin becoming lighter and lighter by the second. Giyuu clenched his singular fist, the last of his pleads muttering away in what was just useless rambling to most. To him, it was moreso a farewell. To the bandits, it was a threat,
“I- I don't like this. What if its a-” The bandit swallowed, “You don't think he's summoning that-”
“Fuck him,” The other bandit cursed, his boots pacing back and forth in the snow with the hatchet in hand. His eyes wide with what could only be described as fear. That of the crimes he's committed, this one would be his divine punishment. This one guy would be his downfall. It made the knot in his throat quiver. The man quickened his steps as the prayer haunted him, taunting him almost. He growled and grabbed at his scalp firmly, nearly ripping at his hair. It was too much, way too much. The words of that stupid prayer growing louder and louder and louder until finally-
The guy couldn't take it anymore.
He approached the other bandit and punched him in the arm, gesturing for him to drop the emissary onto the ground. The bandit does just that. He then grabs Giyuu by his wrists and spins him around, pressing him against his body and locking him into a chokehold. Giyuu only tenses up and bares his teeth, in return. He doesn't even fight it this time,
With a guttural groan of blind rage, his arms twist around Giyuu's neck,
“Ngh, I said shut the fuck up, bitch!“
The woods were silent - not a caw from a crow, rustle of the shrubs, or even a gust of wind. There was only the heavy breathing of the bandit as his chest puffed out with every inhale and the thud of Giyuu's body falling onto the ground slowly. His limp form lied onto its side, motionless and worst of all, deformed. The bandit takes a step back, glaring down at the display at his feet. A lifeless corpse. Its neck backwards after being snapped and bleeding from his previous injuries still. He had done it. He had really did it. He...He killed that kitsune's little helper, once and for all. It was obvious that there was no going back from this point forward. And its not like the body was going to be easy disposing of either. There was too much evidence in the snow. The blood and patches of dirt having been pulled up from underneath. And that katana and limb too. The bandit glanced back and forth at the rest of the scene, then his other peer, and finally, Giyuu once again. He didn't say a word, only stiff as a breeze brushed upon his bloodied hands. The first drift of wind since this night.
That wasn't good.
“Shit! W-What the hell, man?“ The other man panicked, “Oh, my god! W-We're gonna die out here! Do you have any idea what you just-”
“Shut up,” The bandit growled,
“The fucker had it coming to him! He...He brought this upon himself!“ There was a small stutter of hesitation, almost as if he didn't believe half of it himself. Just sputtering nonsense out until it was thin enough to swallow. He had to believe that this was his last resort. That it was well deserved,
“Besides...you had seen him without the mask, yeah? It had to come to a stop,”
“Yeah.“
The wind howled through the trees in stronger gusts. The bandit briefly turned away and stormed off, ditching the other man,
“W-Wait! What about the-”
“Just leave it!“
The guy had no other choice but to flee as well, refusing to look back from what was already done. The life within Giyuu was gone for good - having bled into the soil and returned to mother nature as one would always have hoped. A cycle that'll repeat for centuries to come. It was all the same for mortals. This was simply what was considered fate amongst the followers here, even if it was a cursed one.
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I don't have any ideas on writing the rest of what happens, but knowing the ending of this is unsatisfying, to say the least, I would like to reassure y'all that Giyuu does come back alive with the help of Sanemi. He's sorta revived and Sanemi was willing to sacrifice parts of himself to achieve that, even if Giyuu is not enduring it well. I mean, he gets used to being alive again, of course, but seeing death itself and wondering why he, of all people, deserved to be brought back to life...he can't help but wonder if it was worth it - especially because he's immortal now.
tags: suggestive NSFW (18+), they're horny and stupid, lip biting w minor blood
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thinking about sanemi and giyuu getting frisky after training or whatever. they're tangled up underneath a few trees and shrubs. sanemi's on top with his weight fully pressed against giyuu underneath, his leg drawn up and between giyuu's thighs. he's like a mutt grinding his leg on giyuu like that, trying to get as close as possible to that unwavering heat building up right there. and his lips are clashing against giyuu's, delving his tongue deeper and exploring his mouth fully. giyuu is doing the same, licking his plush tongue along sanemi's fangs. both are grabbing at each other haori's and stuff.
giyuu blinks and those cerulean eyes are practically glowing. he had never felt the need to be this close to someone in his entire life until now. he wanted it all: to be pressed against that larger form, wrapped up in those muscular arms littered with scars, fuck- he could've crawled inside sanemi and buried himself there if possible. whatever that was sanemi, he wanted it against him...now.
need to get...closer, he thought.
he already had his hands etched in sanemi's haori and scalp, nails digging in fully. he then let's go and reaches both hands into the gaps within sanemi's uniform, enveloped in the warmth radiating from his chest. the skin glistening with sweat still from their training. and that musk...
without thinking twice, his hands tighten up and squeeze at those beautiful pecs. like palms are straight full and nails are cut into the skin, leaving deep af scratches there. giyuu hadn't noticed until sanemi's eyes shoot open - his pupils thin. sanemi chomps down and accidentally bites giyuu's bottom lip. he yanks back and growls in both, aggravation and pain,
"argh! what the fuck, giyuu?" sanemi barks, glaring down at giyuu. he was frazzled by the whole thing still, reaching up to cover his mouth and wincing softly.
"you can't- you can't just do that! do you have any idea how much that hur-" he then paused once giyuu pulled away. his bottom lip all bloody and torn, quivering. sanemi was silent while taking in every fine detail: the way his lips reddened into a pinker shade, blood dribbling down the underside of his chin, face flushed, and eyes sprung open from their usual deadpan look. whatever rage he had right then went straight to his groin. he swallowed against the knot in his throat,
"s-sanemi, are you ok-" giyuu didn't even get the chance to finish that sentence before a sharp moan was squeezed out of him, dragging into a needy whimper once sanemi grabbed him by the collar and smashed their lips together once more. he was all up on giyuu now, bout to rip that stupid haori and everything else off just to feel him even more.
wow!! I actually came up with a name for this alternate universe, finally!!
I wanted to make an actual post sorta explaining this idea a bit more because I'm gonna be so honest with y'all...this is probably gonna be a stake in my rambling,
it's just so good, I can't keep quiet-
here's what I have so far though !!
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when bandits raid the estate on the wonderful day of Tsutako's wedding, many are left fatal and unfortunately, in passing now. Giyuu was but a few survivors, thankfully, but his beloved sister, Tsutako, was unable to meet a better fate.
having been in grieving, his parents decide against his pleads to sell him off as an offering to a shrine up in the snowy mountaintops. and worst of all, Giyuu is offered up as a spouse to the deity that guides and watches over the followers here - only ever known as the typhoon of winds.
he'd come to find out that Sanemi Shinzagawa was a better name for this deity.
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in this world, Sanemi goes by multiple names. some followers call him the typhoon of winds (most used/preferred name), a wind deity, the spirit of winds, etc. he can be called anything, at this point.
his followers can be found across the lands; however, majority of them live within the mountains of the area, where the shrines are built upon the mountaintops high above most of the villages beneath. some smaller/newer villages don't possess shrines and either display altars from within their homes and so forth, or said followers devote themselves to traveling to the nearest shrine next few villages over - which can be risky at times.
due to his followers and the land he watches/guides over deriving from the snowy mountains, specifically, the weather is usually...unfavorable, to say the least. there's always the risk of horrendous blizzards and even avalanches wreaking havoc. and the freezing temperatures leave many struggling at times, especially in the winters. and the winds are constantly harsh as well (a warning sign to Sanemi's usual grumpy attitude)
and famine, disease, bandits, etc. are always a concern for the villagers. that's why they are so devoted to something such as Sanemi, believing that prayers, offerings, and faith will keep him protecting them from these unwelcome fates, watching and guiding his followers at all times, and stopping any threats before they even have the chance to manifest.
as his followers are devoted to him,
he is devoted to his followers just the same.
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that doesn't mean Giyuu wants to be an offering, let alone a damn spouse to this kitsune, whom he's never seen or heard of until now. noooo, he actually swears that death would be a better fate. he's not anywhere near wanting to be involved in a marriage, nor suffer a fate similar to that of his own sister either.
he is a brat, at this time.
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the followers at the shrine provide Giyuu a space within the temple. it's supposed to be dedicated to both, Sanemi and Giyuu, so its obviously of nicer quality.
I won't go into too much detail as far as decor and whatnot, but I imagine there are a ton of stuff displayed within the shrine that benefits from the wind, such as wind chimes and wind spinners. the wind chimes are very important to the aesthetic because they're constantly singing in the gust of winds, all day and night. they're an easy way to tell that Sanemi is nearby or at least, watching over the area and his followers. if the chimes aren't noisy, then that means Sanemi is gone, which is very, very rare - kinda intimidating, actually.
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ack- I'm getting off topic though, this is supposed to be about Giyuu being a freaking brat-
okay, anywho- yeah, Giyuu doesn't want to be married off in an arranged wedding, so he's definetly not in a good mood at all when being pressured into succumbing to this new lifestyle as a deity's spouse. he doesn't appreciate much of the efforts that are put into devoting the kitsune, including prayers and offerings. he shows immense distaste to it, directly disrespecting the followers and people around him at all times. not only does he not care much about the purpose of the shrine, but he neglects it as well. and just all around sour. it's not really a huge problem until Giyuu begins to snap at those visiting the shrine more often, making people avoid the shrine entirely. and when the next nearest shrine is miles away...it creates the problem of people losing their faith and not giving as many prayers/offerings to Sanemi, which in return, makes it harder for him to continue protecting the villages along the mountains.
after followers begin praying for Sanemi to please do something about it and hearing these incidents, he finally steps in and approaches Giyuu, his fiance. its explained that right now, Giyuu still has a purpose - to be his spouse; however, its not mandatory by no means. so if Giyuu can't handle this minimal lifestyle, then he will become useless and therefore, seek death soon enough. not that Giyuu cares, he really doesn't-
Sanemi doesn't want to have to punish Giyuu in such a way though. even if they despise each other right now, he sees something there in Giyuu. that if he had the drive, he'd flourish, truly. That's when the idea of an emissary came along.
there was no way around the fact that Giyuu will be his spouse in due time, but if he were to prove himself well, perhaps Giyuu would rather live the life of an emissary instead - his emissary. so Sanemi makes it a challenge: defeat the bandits wrecking havoc in a village further along the mountains and return with proof of their futile fate. If that could be accomplished, then perhaps there was still hope. Sanemi was doubtful that Giyuu would be able to do such a deed. so when Giyuu returned a few weeks later, tossing his evidence of the task being done for good at the altar, it left Sanemi completely baffled and utterly shocked. An impressive display. one that not only let GIyuu live, but become his official emissary as well.
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it was a decent life, really. Giyuu wasn't bothered much unless Sanemi had a task for him at hand, forcing him to travel the snowy lands on his lonesome - keeping the peace of the land by protecting these villages from unwanted harm and maintaining the faith. he grew to respect those that devoted themselves to this life, which made him wish to do the same. when Giyuu wasn't out across the lands, he would awaken early every morning (before sunrise) to maintain and make the shrine presentable to the public: sprucing up the outdoor/indoor decor and displays, lighting and purifying the altar with herbal incenses, blessing everything, etc.
he may not show his devotion to Sanemi directly, but these little displays of careful consideration were never dismissed - even when Sanemi wasn't around to notice it with his own eyes.
it was to be assumed that with a new spouse, Sanemi would visit and stay around the shrine more often to be closer to Giyuu; however, that wasn't the case for a long time. having stuck to his beliefs that Giyuu wanted nothing to do with him, he kept his distance at all times. Sanemi tried to not cross paths with Giyuu unless necessary, only ever receiving offerings and returning them with subtle compliments. what he never realized was that Giyuu so desperately wanted Sanemi to be around more. he wanted Sanemi to visit him at times, notice these small details throughout the shrine and even himself, praise him for his hardwork, make sure that he was safe and sound after missions, just everything.
I still wonder how'd that conversation even get brought up or go once its mentioned that Giyuu actually misses Sanemi and wants him around more. but whether there was some pushback or what, Sanemi makes sure to visit the shrine more often.
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where Sanemi was never near the shrine, he practically never leaves now. he even indulges in these small human interactions as well,
sleeping in the comfort of his spouse at night
strolling the outdoor gardens
noting Giyuu's favorite things, foods, hobbies, etc.
watching Giyuu slip into his usual attire every morning, how much detail he puts into presenting himself a particular way - his way
how Giyuu is always more comfortable with his right hand being held than his left hand
the way his husband's brows knit and lips frown whenever someone sends a more somber prayer at the altar, offering something very dear
curling his tails around Giyuu whenever possible, knowing that its a sort of safety and comfort - he'll wrap his arms around Giyuu as well
wherever his thoughts trailed, he always went back to Giyuu.
he loved his husband so much,
just as his mortal loved him the same.
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but Giyuu still had a role to do and that was being Sanemi's emissary. it was more difficult with a deeper bond intact, almost hesitating to send Giyuu off on missions that may be dangerous or exhausting. he knew that Giyuu wasn't weak or fragile, he can still handle these missions just the same.
most missions are nothing for Giyuu. sure, some may be more depressing or a burden to carry back to the shrine, but as far as being a legitimate threat? that hasn't happened a lot.
I like to think Giyuu wears a mask (similar to that of a fox mask) whenever he goes out on these missions, protecting his face and identity, just in case. the fox mask he used to wear in the series seems like an obvious example, but...I may tinker with the design for this au.
I don't wanna spoil the idea much because I may do more with it, but let's just say that the mask is a good decoy but never 100%. once someone gets their hands on him and either snatches or breaks that mask right off, they'll remember his face like it was their own. and trust, if that someone works with bandits/raiders...they will stop at nothing to hunt him down.
they may or may not catch him,
and he may or may not end up severly injured,
i'm sorry, not sorry.
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obviously, I'm gonna add onto this au in the future but I wanted to spill what I had so far, if anyone is interested to hear more.
I have previously mentioned some more fluffier ideas in relation to this au, including me briefly talking about the possibility of them having pups far, far into the future.
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I also have a few bonus headcanons as well.
for instance, I think Sanemi has some pretty sharp claws - like almost lethal in how easy it is for him to cut through harder surfaces and objects, including wood and so forth. his fangs are the same, they're extra sharp too.
and of course, he can be animalistic when he's knocked into primal mode. I haven't thought about how much he hunts (if he even does) but he's definitely dealt with danger in the past and man, his pupils get so constricted that they thin into small slits - barely able to be seen at all. it looks like he has pure white eyes w no pupils when hunting, even in his fox form
which he does have a fox form, by the way. I like the idea that he'd still have his scars, along with jagged fur in between. and he's be huge as hell, hehe.
oh, yeah, and y'all already know that he loves scenting all up on Giyuu, especially as bonded mates. Sanemi can smell Giyuu more distinctly compared to other things, including humans and objects. a part of his abilities is being able to smell scents that are carried in the wind, so he can always catch whiffs of Giyuu at all times - sometimes more pungent, depending on what Giyuu is doing, at that time. I think Giyuu would smell like honeymilk and jasmine, a blend of comfort for Sanemi, surely.
its when Sanemi can't smell Giyuu or catches an extra whiff of blood or something nearby does he grow weary...
their bond is literally embedded within their blood, even harmonic.
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Sanemi can also feel the energy in particular offerings when presented at the shrine, such as objects with memories or belongings of loved ones. its like feeling the aura within the offering, how important it was to its former owner and the impact it had on those who were famiilar with said objects. this mostly applies to those who pray for deceased individuals by offering previous belongings.
Tanjiro being a good example.
I'm sure even Giyuu gets desperate at times. he has probably offered up something precious like that, maybe Tsukato's pink ribbon or Sabito's haori. but Sanemi refuses to take those things from Giyuu, telling him to keep it for himself instead. he ties the pink ribbon into Giyuu's hair when its offered, returning it swiftly.
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if its not obvious, I've thought about this au a lot in the last few days. I'm obsessed, haha
may the sngy brainrot spread because I adore them so much
man, I have so many ideas for that sngy kitsune x emissary au (I rlly do need a better name for it)
I got some angst and...ahem other content in mind but they require brainpower, sooo...if I had to start with one, I think y'all already know that I gotta give them pups, at least :,)
LISTEN- its just in my nature to do so, I can't help it,
but fr though, while sngy only have the one kid in my post-canon, I believe they'd fuck around and have three here. only bc Sanemi has the trait and would naturally produce a litter of pups but due to Giyuu being human, he'd end up with half a litter instead
and unlike humans, the pups are so stinking small. I think that's the sole reason why someone like Giyuu could have even handled triplets, technically. they're literally smaller than human infants but trust, they can grow up to be as big as Sanemi
of course, they'd still have Yuma alongside an extra boy and girl, whom don't have names. I'm not sure if I'd wanna give them names but I may just for the hell of it
and ironically, the pups would possess the kitsune gene as well, meaning they'll be immortal just like Sanemi, leaving Giyuu to be the only mortal...for now.
more on that another time
just something fluffy to think about. I like to think they all have different tails too, especially by count. while Sanemi has nine, the pups have as little as two to as much as five. maybe its one of those things where they grow more tails as they get older to equal to nine, but even then, not all of them would have nine tails
as toddlers, they would always play in Sanemi’s tails too - like a giant fur ball. he'd just sit there as the pups hid underneath his tails, playing hide and seek and whatnot. they'd even nap in his tails if possible. and of course, they get to enjoy Sanemi’s fox form just the same ♡
sanemi is a kitsune deity with a mortal spouse, giyuu. so when giyuu returns from a task and is only given a pat on the back for his hardwork, the loneliness of having not seen sanemi for awhile sinks in...deep.
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just a quick warning that this is a quick NSFW idea and should only be viewed by those that are 18+. if you are NOT 18+ or do not wish to read NSFW content, I'd highly suggest skipping this post
tags: self pleasure/masturbation, fingering, getting caught, pussy slapping, giyuu has his own genitalia (aka. a vagina, okay) maybe dub-con (idk, giyuu obviously wants it) etc.
After Giyuu's sister is brutally murdered on her wedding day, Giyuu is sold off to a shrine in the nearby mountains as an offering - more specifically, the next spouse of a deity only known as the Typhoon of Winds...or, so he used to be. Sanemi Shinazugawa was a better name now. At first, he despised this fate, wishing to meet death before ever becoming another's lover, especially after his sister had...
Giyuu refused to suffer as his sister did,
So when the time came for Giyuu to give his hand away in a marriage that'll last forever and more, he made sure to do everything in his power to be a living hell for Sanemi. The followers of the shrine were disrespected constantly, the shrine uncared for and dying out in offerings and worship, and all around, a brat to the Typhoon of Winds directly. Sanemi would not waste his time dealing with a moody and incompetent bastard of a lover. Either Giyuu would be of some use or simply perish. That's when the idea of an emissary came along,
Having a better use for Giyuu, he decides to challenge the mortal: bring forth the heads of those who've been causing havoc in a neaby village. If Giyuu could accomplish that, then perhaps there was still hope; however, Sanemi was already doubtful of this, to begin with. It was an utter shock when Giyuu returned to the shrine a few weeks later, tossing the bagged heads of those tormenting the village across the altar - an offering for Sanemi to witness with his own eyes. An impressive deed. One that allowed Giyuu to not only live but at the cost of being his official emissary. from there, Giyuu would now dedicate his short life to disposing of those that dared to disrupt the land that Sanemi carefully watched over as a deity. nothing would stand in his path.
It was a decent life, truly. His title as the wind's lover was nothing compared to his title as the wind's emissary. To be honest, it really didn't matter much. Sanemi never visited the shrine often and when he did, it was always quick - never enough to actually... augh, why the hell did Giyuu even keep track of that? This is what he wanted, right? To mean nothing, be nothing, exists as nothing to the deity. Just a mortal used as a pawn in the wind's chessboard. He only ever prayed at the shrine while sprucing it up for the followers, travel across the mountains whenever Sanemi demanded him to do so, and that's it. so why did the fact that Sanemi hadn't been around recently make his chest feel heavier, aching for something more than just the lonesome thought of Sanemi?
Giyuu rolled over onto his side, his arm wrapping across his abdomen and pressing into the fabric draped along his form. He buried himself into the pillows, his silk hair splayed across them - a stark contrast to the lighter sheets sunken beneath his body. Those cerulean eyes lingered on the emptiness of the room. How the bed was far too big for him, the stuff displayed on the window ceil untouched, the curtains still for once, the wind chimes silent in their melodies. Everything was stuck in limbo. Sanemi really wasn't here, not even in a breeze. and yet, here was Giyuu - lying here after returning from another task given by the deity, himself. Only having recieved a whispering compliment in the wind before being left to his dismay once more.
How...disappointing,
His brows furrowed with that memory lingering on his mind, repeating that meaningless interaction over and over again until it made his hand clench into a fist unknowingly. After all he's done for the deity and the only thing he gets in return is a- good work and send off? Its not wonder why Giyuu was his only emissary. Who would do this stuff for a kitsune that barely gives what he takes? Who would wake up so early in the mornings, before the sun had even risen, to tend to the shrine, purify the space with the sweet aroma of mixed herbals, and send off an offering with a soft prayer? Who would devote so much of their time and dedicate their life to such a deity? Giyuu would...
Even when it felt fruitless, meaningless, or downright ridiculous to maintain, he still chose to do so anyway. He wanted to do it, at this point, because despite the dice he was given in this cruel and awful world, he couldn't help but be thankful to have been given a second chance, a better circumstance then- what his parents originally intended for the poor soul. Giyuu had just wished that appreciation was sometimes expressed more by the deity, himself. To be given enough time to be praised in more ways than a simple nod here and there. To be told how good he's been as the wind's emissary, personally. To be rewarded for his relentless prayers and offerings. To be pulled into those silken robes, the fur of one of his many tails curling around his legs as that musky scent he remembered so well soothed his nerves once more. to feel those claws delicately run through his scalp, careful to not hurt his only emissary. His...His-
His only husband.
The words slammed into Giyuu's cortex like a wave crashing against the rocks at sea. His eyes widening and body stiffening up at the thought alone. His breaths quickened and chest heaved low. He had always despised that title, ever since the beginning. No, he wasn't just the deity's spouse. He didn't want to just be a fucking display for some immortal. At least, that's what he's always told himself time and time again; however, right now, it felt like the only thing that was solidifying these feelings that burned within his bosom, blossoming down his spine, and swirling into a roaring heat deep within his lower abdomen. Even his hands were tingling for this heat. The heat of- fuck, what is this even? Yearning? Desperation? Absolute obsession? Or was it just a pitiful display of longing? A pathetic thirst that's been unquenched for weeks now, having not even seen his...his deity for awhile. It was eating him up from the inside out.
Before he even registered what the hell was going on, his fingers found themselves slipping into the band of his hakama, burying deep in between his thighs. the warmth was intense right there, like a fire igniting and no way to put it out. Giyuu whimpered low into the pillows, squeezing his thighs involunatily to press his hand closer within his heat. His skin brushed past coarse hair, fingers sliding through those plush folds and spread himself open. His nostrils flared as he exhaled. His cerulean eyes baring into the edge of the bed whilst coaxed over from the pleaure building up inside. Too focused on the way his fingers rubbed up and down his slit, coating them in his sweet slick.
It was almost embarrassing how much slick was already sticking to his inner thighs, his pussy a glistening display underneath his robes. A flower blooming eagerly while his fingers worked themselves against his bud, pressing into it to stimulate that pressure Giyuu so desperately longed for. The weight of Sanemi pressed against his hips, spreading him apart with his own aching member - claiming him. A sultry moan escaped past Giyuu's lips, only muffled by the pillows. This was too much for him. There was no way in hell his fingers would ever be enough, not while Sanemi was on his mind. But he'd work his fingers as much as possible, hoping to forget that it was him even pleasuring himself, at this point. Giyuu delved a finger and then two inside with a hushed whimper, pushing them as deep as his body would allow. He let out a breath he had no idea he was keeping pent up, relaxing into the touch until it felt normal again, like Sanemi was right here doing it, himself.
His hips worked up the courage to move in a circular motion, shuffling in tandem with his fingers, pulling out all the way to the tips and thrusting back inside to the damn knuckles. Giyuu rolled onto his stomach with his knees buckled into the sheets, his lower half raised above his head, which was buried into the pillows still. He was finding a rhythm pretty quick. Only imagining Sanemi curling up onto the bed, fitting himself along the slope of Giyuu's spine. His head pressed into the crook of the mortal's neck and purring loudly while those claws slithered their way around his waist, digging into that sensitive spot right below his tummy. Those sharp fangs gliding along his skin, tasting the sweat and blood as it spilled from the wound he'd make there, marking him. Giyuu squeezed his eyes shut, a trail of saliva drooling from the corner of his mouth,
"Mmm, S-Sanemi..." Giyuu growled,
His fingers spread apart inside, splitting him open momentarily. He needed more - more girth, speed, dimension, stimulation.
For fuck sake, he needed goddamn Sanemi Shinazugawa.
He craved the touch of his husband, no matter how much he tried to refuse himself the desire.
The wind chimes from outside sung as the breeze picked up in strength. Giyuu was too distracted to notice the melody, his mind only focused on the soft squelching noises of his fingers as they fucked into him still, needing more than what can be given right now. His panting and hushed groans muffling out the creaks in the wood behind him. Giyuu wasn't nearly close enough to give it his all, but he was sure damn trying. His eyes squinted shut as tears pricked the inner corners, desperate to please this itch buried deep inside - pleading to be relieved, no matter how or what.
Just as Giyuu shuffled above the sheets, a pair of claws suddenly snatched him from behind. The pugnent scent of his own warm blood seeping down his lower legs, spilling onto the bed below. He let out a harsh gasp as if his breath was literally kicked out from his chest, knocking the air outta him. Giyuu choked on his words, only able to yelp loudly as he was yanked down to the edge of the bed. His fingers slipped out of his flourishing heat with a popping sound, dragging along the sheets and leaving a damp stain from where he had originally been tucked away - too numb from his own lust to notice that he wasn't alone anymore.
Once he felt his knees rest underneath the mattress again, he attempted to scramble forward. Giyuu was barely able to crawl past an inch before those claws dug into his skin deeper, pulling him right back down. His sucked in a sharp breath past his clenched jaw,
"Now, now, that's enough," A low, deep voice rumbled from behind.
Giyuu was frozen in place, a flurry of panic swirling in his head - still fuzzy from his previous disruption. He couldn't think straight at all, yet his body was responding on its own. Even without seeing this entity, his form was already relaxing within their grasp. The familar voice creating a false sense of safety,
"W-What're you-"
"Don't act suprised," The voice scoffed.
"You had been praying for my return for awhile,"
The hoarseness buried within those vocals sent a shiver down Giyuu's spine. His eyes snapped open at the realization that this wasn't just somebody now. He twisted his torso around and forced his head back far enough to catch a glimpse of this person. His cerulean eyes dilated as he absorbed every detail within seconds, from that familar snowy white tufts of hair, speckled scars, lilac eyes, to the way those abundance of tails swished back and forth behind his broad and tall form. the body of a kitsune,
"Sanemi...?" Giyuu whimpered underneath his breath. His legs were then pulled apart by those large claws.
"Duh, who the hell else?" Sanemi huffed,
"You didn't think I wouldn't catch a whiff of what you were doing here, hm?" He then lowered himself and pressed his weight into the slope of Giyuu's back, pinning the smaller mortal beneath him as he leaned forward and buried his head into the crook of such beautiful flesh - so soft and fragile. It was easy to break the surface with just the tip of his claws, or even the point of his fangs. Sanemi inhaled deeply, breathing in the aroma of sweet honeymilk and jasmine - with subtle hints of salt and other pheramones that were absolutely intoxicated to even himself. The alluring smell of self-pleasure, as best described. And there was no way of hiding it either.
"I could smell you in the breeze, even," He groaned into Giyuu's neck, making his throat vibrate and lightly tickle. Giyuu only squirmed, in response,
"I wasn't trying to-"
"Shh, you can hush up with those excuses," Sanemi growled.
Giyuu yipped shortly after, feeling the cool air graze his skin once the kitsune drew back and rested behind him - out of sight but not mind. A claw lynched itself in between those plush thighs, slipping in past his folds. It was as if Giyuu had never even stopped, the familar warmth of his slick wiped along his skin, glistening in sweat still.
"If this is what my little mortal desires most, then I shall grant it so," Sanemi hummed with a grin beaming across his untouched lips. He takes his time running his fingers through Giyuu's slit, feeling the subtle ways his spouse quivered and shifted. The way his body responded so eagerly to the deity's presence here, slick coating his claws and spilling along Giyuu's inner thighs. His insides fluttering around nothing, empty and deprived of what it craved the utmost. His legs desperately trying to clench together around the kitsune's hand - anything to help ease this blazing heat now. Giyuu had been perfected for Sanemi, at this point. His body knowing when and who to react to, especially. It was aware that only a deity could please it so. That Giyuu was his prized treasure, a beauty that just he was able to appreciate so passionately - to make so vulnerable behind pulled curtains and quiet winds.
They were each other's beloveds,
His eyes bore into his spouse's delicate form, brows knitted and lips rolled between his teeth while nipping at his own flesh. Sanemi pressed and drove his claws deep into Giyuu's heat suddenly. Giyuu swung his head upward with a sharp moan slipping past those wet lips, squirming and rocking his hips involuntarily. His hands glided and reached for a pillow across the bed, pulling it close to his face. Sanemi pushed and buried his claws to the knuckle in giyuu's squelching heat. He then drew back an inch and hooked his fingers at his entrance. The pressure was nothing like Giyuu had felt in his entire existance. Definitely nothing he could replicate on his own. He was a whimpering mess in Sanemi's grasp, his hips forced up even higher.
His back arched lower to accomdate for the difference now. His knees barely touching the mattress and head dipped into his chest. Those black silky locks of hair pooling into the sheets. Giyuu's breaths were sporadic - his lungs scammering for a deep breath, if only the one. Every inhale burning like a small spark ignited.
Before he could register what was going on, his lower half was dropped back onto the mattress again. Sanemi's fingers slipping out completely to settle in between his folds, grazing coarse hair to give his swollen clit more attention. A whine drew out from Giyuu's muttering nonsense, jolting to the touch. He was so sensitve right there, needy and pleading to be given the pleasure that he yearned for more than anything from Sanemi. He just needed his husband's sole focus...please.
Sanemi was glowing with pride now,
"Fuck, you're just dying for it," He rumbled, rubbing his thumb in a rhymatic motion around Giyuu's clit - demanding all of his concentration. His ears flicked forward, a few of his tails swishing and clinging around such glossy skin. Whether it was to be closer to his spouse or provide some sort of comfort, Sanemi wanted to use these parts of him to bring himself near Giyuu. The lilac in his eyes glowing brighter,
"You should've known better, Giyuu. This was never going to be enough," His hand pulled away from Giyuu's heat, returning seconds later as his palm slapped into his pussy with guttural force, the sound ringing in his ears like music, itself. the tune of Giyuu's lust - one he's molded to his own. Giyuu exclaimed, his hands digging nails deep into the pillow buried underneath his jaw. His eyes rolling back momentarily as tears streamed down those soft cheeks. His mind was utterly disfunctional, only seeking relief and nothing more. And it felt so close too...He just needed, begged Sanemi to take him there. Sanemi soothed the skin with softer pettings,
"Only I can give you that," He purred into Giyuu's neck, pressing into his smaller form once more. It was becoming too much for Giyuu to handle at once. His hips jostled and body squirmed, aching.
"A-Ahh, Sanemi- I can't-"
"I know,"
Giyuu was edged on by Sanemi for what felt like centuries, grunting and burying his head into the pillow. He was bending however possible to give himself that extra bit of pleasure he needed to seek his long awaited release. The combination of Sanemi's own claws and their bodies pressed against one another was lethal. He was so close, so, so, so damn close that he could feel his body tensing up for it already. His pussy fluttering softly in small weeps. Giyuu just had to let go and by the heaven's above, it was a relief more etheral than the anything before. He couldn't help the moan that expelled from deep within his lungs, his chest sinking, visibly. His thighs quivered and shook with such flurry, a mixture of his own slick and release spilling down the curves of his skin and dampening the sheets beneath his knees. His clit swollen and a shiny, glistening beauty of raw and utter lust. The side of his neck drenched in saliva as Sanemi trailed his tongue along the salty skin, lapping it up as if it was the grail, itself.
There was so much left unspoken within his bond with Sanemi, his spouse - from here to eternity. though if there was one thing to be said, its that he'd always make time to be here for Giyuu at his most vulnerable. however, it'd be nice if he was around more already,
So I’ve been searching for new Giyuu fics lately and I wanted to ask if there are any new authors on here who’s writing you like/enjoy, that write for Giyuu.
And if so who are they, and could you tag them.
I’d appreciate (I’ve pretty much read every Giyuu fic on this site and want to read from some newer Authors)
Thank youuuuu
Wow… so I wasn’t enough for you huh? 🥺
Feeling my inner Giyuu come out right now.
I’m kidding! 🖤
I’ve made my following list public :) now you can see all of my amazing mutuals & my favorite writers. Go give them some love.
Disclaimer: I’ll be honest and say that I don’t read a lot though. I really don’t. Unless it’s for the JJK fandom. If I want something for the KNY fandom, I write it. If I do read anything it is smut…most times. I can’t read my own smut. I hate reading my own fics period. But a girl gotta goon. You feel?
My top favorites for Giyuu are:
- @bosc-pear-enjoyer i recently stumbled across this amazing writer and muah, chefs kiss. 💋 Go ask for more streamer & catboy Giyuu.
- @deathmetaldreams she sees me in her notifications all the time, she has to lol. I even had my husband follow her.
- @hanashii-xx her head canons are my faves!! I love her thoughts.
- @dearjotaro she’s got some scrumptious fics. I hope she writes more!!
- @syles-off-duty AHH!! Literally the most original ideas & so so good. One of the first people I ever followed on here.
- @chiharuhashibira Be prepared to get sucked in & consumed.
- @peachdues made me love Sanemi. But the few Giyuu fics are amazing and I’m in love and I hope we get fed more!
@zzz-ghostfairy SOOO amazing. I am addicted 🥹. Never stop.
If you’ve been tagged and you seen that I JUST NOW followed you— please note that I liked several of your posts before and then I forgot to follow you. My process for Tumblr is normally: scroll, post & run, or go through my likes and reread my faves. I went through my likes to find you and follow you— finally! I apologize for being a lurker. 😭 I’ll do better.
baratheonpilled
janainaart
jacobvanloon
germansingergirl