Sup snape

Just a Ace lesbo with alot on their mind. Don't worry about the cobwebs and reblogs

[supershiny-raven]

I am BEGGING someone! Please, we need a 90 day fiancé-esque headcanons/oneshot for the 141 and American reader. It can be comedic, it can be smutty, it can maybe even be a little problematic....

Someone scary like ghost being picked up at the air port and Reader's family is SHOOK 😭

[lumi-nay]

Part 2 of this post!

Line cook!Simon who's been sweet on you lately, always making sure to get your tables tickets out as fast as possible, and managing to sneak you a snack during your shifts.

He always brushes it off, shrugging about it when you ask, 'was tryin' somethin' new ou', luv, tell me f'its good, yeah?', knowing he would never let you eat anything less than delicious. Regardless, hes always eagerly watching for your approval, wanting to see that stupid smile on your face as you gush about his work.

Waitress!Reader whos saved plenty of money on meals, because even with your employee discount, appetisers and sides cost a fair bit of money when it adds up over the week. Not that it mattered anymore, Simon was always using his cooks discount to get you main meals, 'no' gonna le' 'is luvie, go hungry, will 'e?'

Head chef!Price who cocks a brow every time SImon does it, but never pries. Game is game, after all.

Simon who always makes sure to give you a lift home, even when you finish earlier than him, using his break to do so. He also manages to learn that your crappy studio flat is in the bad part of town...

Line cook!Simon who is quick to suggest you moving in with him. He lives close to your uni, you'd save money on rent, and be able to travel to work together most days.

You're quick to agree, it sounding like a dream to not worry about rent or transport and to live with your friend who's been so sweet to you!

Now he just has to figure out how to ask you out and address your lack of self preservation, because really luv, youd only known him a few months...

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A/n: wait guys I might lowkey be onto something, let me cook up my idea 🫰 ALSO, if there are any specific posts of mine that you want a part 2 for, let me know cause im struggling to decide ("-ࡇ-)

[supershiny-raven]

OM NOM NOM you delivered and gave me extra, I'm feral!! Silly Simon 😭 can get her to move in but hasn't asked her out

[hanashii-xx]

༄˖°. drunk giyuu blorbs: part two !! 🦋.ೃ࿔*:･

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,

"Sleepy?" Asked Sanemi.

"Mmm..." Giyuu replied.

What a night...

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[hanashii-xx]

༄˖°. drunk giyuu blorbs: part one !! 🦋.ೃ࿔*:･

(w/ sanemi being a good boyfriend, ofc)

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 !!

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[hanashii-xx]

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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my inbox is always available so feel free to leave anything in there, I'm always excited to respond ♡

[hanashii-xx]

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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.

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[supershiny-raven]

So cute 😭😭 Need to see this scene drawn out now

[hanashii-xx]

ִֶָ ..𓂃 always the prey... !! ִֶָ🦋་༘࿐

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.

[hanashii-xx]

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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.

anyway to get closer.

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[hanashii-xx]

ִֶָ ..𓂃 the hands of the divine !! ִֶָ🦋་༘࿐

- a kitsune/deity x emissary au -

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 wreaking 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 he 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 brieftly 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 pugnent, 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

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[supershiny-raven]

Bsf this AU is cooking 🍳

[hanashii-xx]

ִֶָ ..𓂃 it's okay, you can miss me !! ִֶָ🦋་༘࿐

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,

Perhaps that could be arranged.

[honimello]

Surveillance

Dr. Victor Gideon x Fem!Reader

Summary: Working a temp job turns out to be much more difficult than it’s worth when the doctors and nurses start turning into zombies, doing your best to stay alive you team up with the one guy who seems to know what he’s doing. Unbeknownst to you, your secret admirer grows more and more jealous of this new companion of yours. (Words: 4,061)

Warnings: fem!reader is described as little/tiny but it’s less of a physical descriptor and more of a comparison to Victors size, reader has a crush on Leon, Victor purrs (cus i said so), Victor makes her forget about Leon and it actually works, Obsession, Choking, Size Difference, Non-Con/Dubcon, Medical Kink (Operating Table, Restraints, Syringes), Aphrodisiac Venom, Unknowing Injection of T-Virus, Fear Kink, (slight) Dacryphilia, Eventual/Implied Stockholm Syndrome, DD:DNE, 18+ Smut

This was supposed to be an easy short-term job, not something you end up dying for. So what the hell were you doing still running around the care center when all your coworkers were dropping like flies then sitting up like the living dead?

There wasn't really an answer other than the door had been completely barred off and there weren't any other exits you could find. It was dark, there was screaming and wailing and blood all over the floor no matter where in the center you went.

You were supposed to be sorting files and stamping statements for the doctors not grabbing the only pair of scissors you could find and crawling on your hands and feet to the only uninhabited office space you could find. Losing your breath and your heart racing like it's never beat before, and all you can think about is how bad you wish you were at home.

Suddenly, gunshots ring out through the building. You sigh in relief, finally some professionals have shown up! Hopefully, they find you and get you out of here as fast as possible.

You stick your head out of the office door trying to get a peak at whatever might be happening, and you find what looks to be a middle-aged man in a fur-lined coat taking down every undead doctor and nurse that comes up to him. You decide then and there that he's your only way of escape. He obviously knows what he's doing.

After the blood bath, he stops and heaves a wavering breath. He presses against his shoulder, seemingly to dispel the pain of his aging joints. You press forward and he hears the door creak, whipping around to look at you he realizes you're alive and not something he has to shoot. The sight of him hits you like a bag of bricks, he's handsome.

No time for that. You hold your hands out in front of you and walk closer, slowly.

"I really need help getting out, all the doors are barred off!" You words come out like a waterfall, all at once. He nods quickly and waves you over.

"Alright, stay close to me." He's gruff and almost annoyed with the situation, he's tall and seems to walk with an air of purpose. All this to say, you were sure he could keep you alive.

Victor watches on the overhead cameras. You had started working here a couple months ago, the little thing that stole his attention every chance she could. He had so much to accomplish for his master and he was so close to it, but you, his distraction, was starting to make him stray. Or at least gave him another task to accomplish for himself.

He watches as you crawl through each room, stabbing anything that lunges at you and he feels pride bloom in his chest. He knew you were different, such pristine survival instincts encoded in those animal synapses within your brain. You would take to this new stage in evolution so well, he was sure of it. He would take it upon himself to administer it to you.

All that pride, all that affection he held for you so tightly in his chest, he was so protective of it, never let you see it. He was sure you barely even knew he existed, only as this sort of enigmatic director over the care center. That was good, you didn't have very many pre-conceived notions of him then. He could mold you to his will, he could tempt you to him.

Gunshots ring out through the speakers, his gaze pulled to the main room where Leon Kennedy, the DSO Agent who he was sure was looking for him, was killing his specimens. He sees your interest is piqued as well as you creep out of your hiding place.

Pangs of jealousy rise like bile in his throat. You're speaking to him. He's speaking to you… You're standing at his side and looking at him like he's some sort of savior. This was going to be difficult, separating you from the well-seasoned agent.

He was normally so calm, so collected, analytical. You have his heart racing, the way you clutch at the agents coat and cower behind him. The anger festers within him, his fists clench together. You were his. You are his. He just has to show you, doesn't he?

The jealous wail that rips through his chest is one of an animal, there's shame there too. He was above this, wasn't he? He grabs at the metal chair next to him and hurls it into the concrete wall, it cracks the concrete and stays suspended within it.

He breathes out, plans to separate you from your new savior unfurling in his mind. He picks up his visor and stalks out of the surveillance room. You're his, he just has to bring you back to him.

It's so dark, everything around you feels like an unending abyss. Except for the man at your side, he dispatches threats like it's another day at work. He mumbles retorts whenever one is especially difficult, he acts as if it's all a simple nuisance and not some sort of reality-defying notion.

You'd heard about the original T-Virus breakout in Raccoon city, but you hadn't been anywhere near it at the time. This wasn't something you've experienced before, or were even ready for. So, it felt nice to have someone who was in charge with you. Especially, when he guided you along with a hand at the small of your back and quiet reassurances on his lips.

Everything he did made your chest flutter, you really weren't ready for a crush to develop in the middle of what seems to be a zombie outbreak.

It's in one of these moments of dazed attraction that you don't realize you're about to be separated.

He's standing off to the side, reading some files by a desk in the hallway the two of you had seemingly settled in for the moment. It sounds like he's speaking to someone, some sort of 'guy in the chair' thing you assume. He was obviously an agent of some kind.

Just the thought of that makes you a little giddy. Oh, to be saved by a zombie-fighting professional. That's when the huge bars slam down between the two of you, sectioning off the hallway and effectively splitting the two of you apart.

A small yelp jumps out of your throat like a frightened frog, you look around at your surroundings as the agent takes in the newly-changed situation.

You were completely severed from him. Alone, with only the sight of him on the other side of the bars. Well, you thought you were alone til his eyes stop looking at you and start to go up, and up, and up. Somethings behind you.

You turn slowly and come face to stomach with the thing behind you. It's chest moves up and down in calculated breaths and you worry at that moment you might throw up from the terror that grips your chest like a vice.

It peers down at you through some sort of goggles, the lenses zoom and click as it assesses you. Theres something strangely familiar about it's face though, and as you slowly back away from it you realize: it's the director of the center, Dr. Victor Gideon.

But somethings wrong, he always looked strange but this is too much. He's been turned into one of those things and now he's going to turn you too.

The agent says something behind you but the blood rushing in your ears drowns him out. You can't stop looking at Victor. He hasn't moved, just watches you from behind his visor. His head begins to tilt to the side.

The things that the agent was fighting earlier spoke but they didn't have any real consciousness… But the director is different it seems, he looks at you with purpose. Assessing you, analyzing you. Watching.

His massive frame paralyzes you in place. You'd never seen him up close before, and you were starting to realize that the respect your coworkers had for him was really just instilled fear.

He starts to stalk forward like a predator cornering prey. The agent is yelling something now but still, all your attention is on the behemoth before you.

The director seems to like that. He seems to almost puff up with pride.

"Lost are we?" He voices is like silk, it caresses the air in its reverence and makes you gasp in confusion. Something so powerful shouldn't speak with such smooth intonation.

You're cornered in against the bars, the agent having left to find another way to get to you. You're terrified to speak, you're voice having left you.

"Cat got your tongue?" He chuckles, so close to you now that your neck is craned to stay locked on the lenses of his goggles. A smile spreads across his face and a miriad of gold teeth glints in the red light of the hallway. They're crooked and some of them look sharp, there's a scent of something vile emanating from him, crudely covered by some sort of cologne.

His paw reaches for your neck and you close your eyes in hopes that death will be kinder in darkness. You squeak as he squeezes at the column of your throat in experimentation, you whimper and cry, tears streaming down your face freely.

Unbeknownst to you, he's lost in the visual. The sight of you so helpless in front of him, at his mercy, tears trailing over your soft cheeks, face twisted in a fearful grimace. It feels even better when he starts to choke you, you're body thrashing and your nails scratching at his hands.

He's laughing now, you're starting to lose consciousness and you make the mistake of opening your eyes. His grin is one of pleasure, and it's the last thing you see before your body goes limp and your mind goes dark.

"What a pretty girl…" Victor whispers to himself, in awe of the tiny mouse in his hand. His snake-like tongue jutting out to taste at the scent of your adrenaline. Your pheromones like drugs to his system.

His eyes are half-lidded behind the visor, something deep in his chest starts to flutter. His heart maybe. Enamored with the innocent thing in his hands, his prior jealousy starts to wane. Now that he has you, there's nothing to worry about.

You wish it was all a dream. The care center, the dead walking, the director, even the agent that was supposed to get you out. All of it, you wish it was a dream. But it's not and you've just woken up strapped to an upright operating table.

Luckily, you're right-side up but unluckily, the straps are so thick and tight there's no way you could ever move. The room you're in is bare, a desk sits at the far side and medical equipment sits on metal trays next to you. You're hooked up to some sort of monitor.

You've never been to this part of the center and you're not sure you're ever going to leave. You're hyperventilating, wiggling and thrashing at the straps that bind you but it's no use.

The room is dim and haunting, there's nothing that can give you any sort of information on where you are or how to get out. There's no windows, and the only door is right in front of you. You can't see behind you, you're not sure there's even a wall behind you.

You're suspicious is confirmed when a sound like a purr resonates behind you, making your ribcage shake in its low timbre. You start to cry again, fresh tears welling up in your eyes when the dread of whose behind you rears its ugly head.

Victor sidles up into your line of sight, his visor has been foregone and his golden-red eyes are soft as they gaze upon you. He trails with him a rolling metal tray with a syringe and various other tools on it. It strikes a new wave of terror within you.

"No, no, please!" You're begging is quiet and you're voice shakes, he eats up your desperation and his loving gaze becomes even more twisted in its admiration.

"What a pretty voice, my pet." Victor purrs again, and this time you're sure it's inhuman, his forked tongue flicks out and he revels in the scent of your fear. He's still huge despite the fact that you're suspended in air. Looking up at him is like torture.

His massive hand reaches for the syringe full of some sort of black-red liquid. You shake your head in defiance, your tears splattering on the leather of the straps holding you in place. Victor's taunting laugh bubbles up his throat, the more you thrash the more he seems to like it.

Though, there's something in him that wishes you would look at him like you looked at Leon. Like a savior. He is your savior, you're bringer of salvation and yet you don't seem to recognize it. His smile faulters and laugh crackles to an end.

"No! No!" You try to lean away as he raises the syringe to your trapped down arm. You say the only thing you can think of and you regret it instantly.

"That agent is going to come back and he's going to kill you! Let me go!"

Victors smile is wiped completely from his face. The air is tense and everything seems to come to a hault. His calm exterior begins to crack, and the jealousy that lives in his bones starts to fester once more.

"You… You think he's going to save you?" He poses it like a question but really it's an insult. The cackle he lets out is one of incredulity. He laughs in your face. Looks down on you like some desperate little waif. "He's not going to save you!"

His voice, despite its harsh intention, is still soft in is delivery. His finger, clad in a large gold ring, comes to your cheek and traces the shape of it. He's gentle. He leans down, face-to face with you and whispers.

"I… I am going to save you." His breath is acrid as it fans over your face, but it's the least of your worries as he closes in, his scarred lips beginning to trace yours. His eyes never leaving yours, he forces you to stay in place with his hand cupping your jaw. Firm but still, so gentle in its grip.

Victor presses even closer, his lips locking with yours as he keeps his eyes open, desperate to see the tears spilling out of yours as you try to wiggle away. You can feel his tongue sliding against your lips, trying to part them but you press your lips into a fine line, rejecting his entrance. He doesn't mind, he knows you'll need to be convinced.

His eyes finally flutter closed as he starts to lap at your lips, and over your trembling cheeks. You start to sob in his hold.

He keeps licking at you til he's seemingly had his fill, he backs off and a string of saliva connects the two of you. Bile rises in your throat.

"I have you now… That agent can do nothing for you. Forget him, pet." He acts like he's reasoning with you, hoping you'll see his side of things. You shake you're head over and over. At least he seems to have forgotten about whatever was in that syringe.

You press harder against your restraints and he tuts at you, shaking his head.

"Shh, shh, pet. Calm down now." He starts to pet your hair, it's patronizing but something in you feels at least a little comforted by it. He seems to be the only thing that's treated you gently in this entire place, it gives you a sick sense of serenity.

He starts to hum and brings his face close to yours once again, it's a tune you don't recognize. He tuts once more and seems to decide on something.

"I know… I know, girl…" Victors voice is both sincere and condescending, it makes your head spin. "It seems I might have to help you forget him, hmm?"

He starts unbuckling the straps around your body, and your heart falters. He's undoing each strap with a reverence that has you trembling. His eyes are fixated on your chest, ogling you despite not being able to see under the clothing.

Once you're free you try to push at his chest, try to kick your legs but nothing works. His hands are like iron holding you in place at your shoulders and he lifts you off of the table as if you weigh nothing at all.

He carries you over to the empty desk, a smarmy smile on his face as you thrash around in his hold. All it serves to do is give him some sort of twisted pleasure.

"You look so good in my hands, my dear." He presses you face down on the desk, chest smushed up against the hard, cold, unforgiving wood. "All mine… All mine."

His hand at your back feels like lead, holding you in place as he leans down to your clothed center. He pulls your pants down slowly, uncovering your panty-clad mound. A long drawn out sigh overcomes him as he rids you of your clothes. You start to cry to yourself, but it's less out of fear and more out of guilt. He can smell your arousal, and you're sure now he can see it.

"You're such a naughty little girl. So wet for me already. Soaked your pretty panties." Victors massive finger trails at your covered slit, relishing the feeling of the slick cloth. He forked tongue darts out over and over again, the scent of you enough to get him high. "I didn't realize how much I needed you til you came here, my dear."

Victor pulls your panties off, your slick cunt bare for him to see. He hisses as his cock presses against his pants, but he's not interested in satiating it just yet. He wants a taste first.

His tongue drags down your hole and over your clit, flat and slimey. You cry out in disbelief, trying to pull your ass free from his hold but it's useless. He's licking you up like he's never eaten before in his life. Your orgasm only builds as he continues, you try to fight it but the way the fork of his tongue cradles your clit is almost enough to send you over the edge already.

Just when you thought it couldn't be worse, he wraps his plush lips around your clit and starts to suck at it rhythmically. Your hand slaps against the wood of the desk in surprise and you scream out, legs curling up and around his top half, flailing for some purchase. His hand at your back is still sturdy in its hold.

He seems to relish in your coerced sounds. Victor presses his face further against you, drowning in your pussy as he laps it up with a fervor. His cheeks are flush with your ass as he licks at anything he can get to. His hand at your back slips from its position to hold your cheeks open to give him better access.

You could slip away now maybe, he's distracted and he's not holding you with any force anymore… He starts to slurp at your hole, slinking a finger to rub at it and when he presses it inside you forget all ideas of escape. It's so much bigger than your own fingers, perhaps bigger than anything you've ever had inside of you.

You arch you back and press against him, he takes this for what it is. Encouragement.

You wail in ecstasy as his fat finger plunges itself inside of you over and over and it drags you toppling over the edge. Your thighs shake and your scream cracks through your throat. He starts to laugh with glee as your juices spread even further over his face. He's convincing you, and he couldn't be more proud.

Victor pulls back from your slick, his gold shining teeth shining in your spend. He rubs his hands up your back as you begin to relax into the cold wood underneath you. You're not sure you could even picture the agent that was supposed to be helping you now. Especially not when Victor presses his gigantic bulge against your backside.

There's not an ounce of fear inside of you when he starts to unbuckle his pants, in fact the sound only makes a fresh wave of slick leak out of you. Though, you try to hold back your sounds as a last ditch effort in keeping your pride but it doesn't work very well.

"Such an obedient thing for me, so soft and pliant. What a good little pet." His voice is like silk, it leads waves of heat over your shoulders and down to your center. You shiver in anticipation.

His fat tip presses against your hot entrance and you try to relax despite how big it feels behind you, you hope your slick enough for him to slip in. What you don't realize is there's two cocks, slick in their own self lubricant. The bigger of the two starts to press into you, and it makes you cry out in pleasure at the tight stretch.

The smaller of the two cocks, though still big in its own right, slips up against your clit and at first you think maybe he's rubbing you with his fingers but both his hands are gripping your hips like a vice. You try to look between your two bodies and sure enough a second cock is rubbing its wetness all over your front.

He presses further into you and it starts to feel like you're going to split open, but then he growls and lunges for your neck, biting at you and depositing some sort of wet heat into your body. It runs down your veins like molten lava and your pussy gives way to his cock as he bullies it inside.

His lower cock comes up to the bottom of your belly and the shaft of it rubs up and down your throbbing clit, bringing you to your orgasm once again. Victor doesn't stop there though, even as you moan and your thighs shake to the sides of him. He grunts and keeps thrusting into you, his own voice run ragged with pleasure.

"You take it so well, my dear." Victors voice shakes as his cock starts to twitch as it pumps you full of his spend. His ecstasy is contagious and suddenly your pussy clenches down on him once more and squirts all over his pulsating shaft. You start to black out just as you see his lower cock spray it's seed all over your belly and the top of the desk.

Theres a horrible ache between your thighs as you start to come to, you're not in the room you were in before. You're in a bedroom now and you're laying in a pile of plush blankets on an extravagant bed. The window to your left is open and the night sky is on full display, but you're not sure how long you've been out.

You start to move out of the bed but catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror on the opposite wall. Somethings wrong. You cautiously approach your own reflection, tears well up in your eyes. Your eyes aren't the color they were before, your sclera is black and your iris white.

You raise your hands to your face in horror but the terror only continues as you realize the tips of your fingers look rotted and your skin is a mottled gray. Black, inky veins stretch all over your skin.

You don't even notice him watching you from the corner of the room. He hums in approval.

"You've taken so well to my masters gift, my dear." Victor sidles up behind you, paws grasping at your shoulders. He lowers his lips to the crown of your head.

"I'm so proud of you."

His words are like a tombstone.

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[hanashii-xx]

ִֶָ ..𓂃 rock band au !! ִֶָ🦋་༘࿐

so based within modern events, the demon slayer corps are actually an array of bands in search of fame. sooo when a battle of the bands competition is posted around with the reward of a record label, EVERYONE is jumping at the opportunity

of course, this wouldn't be an "original" idea of mine without having sngy involved somewhere. just two dudes, who ended up joining the same band and boy, did they HATE each other early on. everytime Giyuu slipped up a chord or missed a note, Sanemi was already there. he'd storm up from behind, grab Giyuu by the shoulders, and spin him around to meet those lilac eyes (maybe even pin him) but come on, what the hell did Sanemi know anyhow? not like Giyuu ever took him seriously, so a snide remark would lead to another and soon, it was a full on fight in the garage.

but...a couple of shows, some time to grow, long nights that only ever ended once they found themselves crashing on one another's couches or beds, getting too drunk to even walk home alone, mistakes and words that were meant to be left unspoken, and the two idiots end up falling head over heels for each other. its a rumor that can't be debunked. and soon, a life that can't be imagined as anything else - not without being together, that is

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there are many bands competing for this single record label, a beginning to something more than shitty bar performances and burned CD tracks (for example)

Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Nezuko would be a band, obviously. and those that were once apart of the butterfly mansion would help different bands via backstage such as management and care of instruments, stage setup, aesthetics, etc. maybe even sound engineers or directors in lighting/stage setup. Shinobu would definitely handle that kind of stuff. its like her passion, almost. in their case, I think Kanao would help, specifically.

and the Uzui's (Tengen included), Gyomei, and...maybe Rengoku?? they would be fun af roadies and big, BIG supporters all around. they used to be all into this kind of lifestyle but now, they simply indulge

though I don't know about Rengoku, to be honest. he'd obviously fit the role of a roadie perfectly, but also...come on, that cutie deserves the stage. he'd be beautiful up there, let him shine and burn ablaze ♡ especially if he's in a band that Tanjiro and them aspire from ALOT?? ohhh, it'd be so sweet to be complimented by him

Genya (+ Sanemi's other siblings), Senjuro, Tanjiro's other siblings, Mitsuri's younger brother would be huge fans. they'd nearly be at every competition, rooting for their favorite bands (respectively)

Sabito, Makomo, Kanae, Masachika, Shizu, and Tsutako are debatable, only because this is modern and it'd be amazing to see them live in peace with those most special to them FINALLY, but also...its hard to not want to keep the cycle going just a little bit. its cruel, I'm sorry

I'm not confirming or denying their deaths in this au yet, I gotta think about it...

Mitsuri, Obanai, Giyuu, and Sanemi would be another band competing in this contest. they all practice at Mitsuri's place (her garage, specifically) when possible. her family doesn't mind most of the time-

Mitsuri is the lead singer with Sanemi sometimes backing her up in secondary vocals. however, they sometimes switch it up between different songs. for instance, Sanemi may sing an entire song alone or with Misturi backing him up as secondary vocals and vice versa. and on the very, very rare chance, they sometimes drag Giyuu along to sing as well

trust me, this was NOT something Giyuu came up with. it was Mitsuri that begged him to try singing for fun at one of their late night practices. since she had never heard his vocals, she was desperately pleading him to do it. and after awhile, Giyuu gave in. when he finally sung, it was pretty clear that he was gonna have to sing for a few of their songs - a voice like that could not be wasted

I like to hc that Giyuu would sing songs similar to Greywind. these two songs are the best examples for what I'm thinking:

however, he'd sound like Dustin Bates, the lead singer of Starset, in my opinion

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Sanemi has the beautiful perk of singing raspy and full blown screaming. its always bold and loud to the audience, a way that's impossible to ignore,

he'd sound most similar to Adam Gontier, the former lead singer of Three Days Grace, and Danny Worsnop, the lead singer of Asking Alexandria

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and most precious of them all, Mitsuri!! she's the absolute glue to this band and sings majority of the songs. she also does most of the performances too,

I'd say she sounds most like the former group, KAQRIYOTERROR

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while Mitsuri is the official lead singer, she can also switch between the drums when needed (aka they switch up the vocals) Sanemi mains the drums but can pick up a guitar, if it has to be done. that's not to say he's an expert at it, though. Obanai mains the electric guitar; however, he can pretty much pick up most guitars and play a tune. he also plays the piano and uses it to create melodies for the band (he does nearly all of the melodies and sometimes the lyrics too) and Giyuu mains the bass guitar. he doesn't really like switching from it alot and never does for that reason

[hanashii-xx]

ִֶָ ..𓂃 a miracle and a dream !! ִֶָ🦋་༘࿐

I'm still on a domesticated kick for sanegiyuu and this delves into post-canon after the anime/manga. if you haven't read the manga series, I'd suggest skipping this to avoid spoilers

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this is dedicated to the idea of sngy raising a child as well, sooo...

TW: mpreg, post-partum, mentions of labor, etc.

alright, put the textbooks away because I wanna ramble and indulge y'all with some sngy fankid ideas and thoughts here

I have a nice little soft side to the idea of sanemi and giyuu possibly having a baby after so many years, once things have settled down, especially. in my delusions, they have a little girl, yuma

yuma is a bundle of joy for sure. while she may have been unexpected, she quite literally becomes their entire world before her first ever breath. she has black velvety hair and purple eyes, similar to both of her parents. she's a small baby too

and they're, both, sooo damn protective over her. giyuu sorta mellows out once she's older and able to run around, etc. but sanemi...he can't do it. the mere thought of even the smallest danger makes his eye twitch. he was lucky enough to have her with giyuu. and it will not be taken away from him, ever. there are plenty of nights where he probably stays up, making sure giyuu and yuma rest peacefully

side note...I may or may have not gotten distracted sooo...

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His eyes drift over to Giyuu - still quiet and sleeping soundly. Good. That's what Giyuu needed most right now. The poor guy has been so overwhelmed with everything recently. And its been taking a severe toll on him.

Sanemi's brows knit together. His expression softening despite the frown spread along his lips. He tries to keep the noise and shuffling to a minimum while shimmying his legs under the blankets, tucking himself into bed once more. Thankfully, none of it disturbed Giyuu. He would've despised himself that night if Giyuu stirred awake, exhausted and drained, especially.

There was no doubt that Giyuu was new to all of this and trying his best. It was never easy to care for life, one that's now yours forever and always. This was also Sanemi's first time as well; however, he wasn't new to the concept entirely. Having been the eldest of six siblings, there were plenty of times where Sanemi found himself raising his brothers and sisters. It got easier once they were older, but the memories of when they were still infants, nervously keeping a hand behind their heads whilst cradling them awkwardly and feeding them small bottles - unsure what was considered enough...sometimes it all felt like it hadn't even happened a day before. Sanemi couldn’t help but share some of those familar feelings when caring for Yuma, maybe even more. And he could see it in Giyuu too. But it was harder for him,

So badly...He can tell that Giyuu wants to let himself jump into the deep end when it came to Yuma. To just cradle her closely, pull her into his chest, hum her soft lullabies, rock her to sleep, show her the world from the safety of his own, love her more than life itself. And yet, his body couldn't grasp that. It's almost as if he...hesitated instead - too scared to reach out for her, too much doubt in himself. Giyuu had expressed to Sanemi his feelings towards Yuma, in the past. That he felt undeserving of her. That sometimes, he thought about her birth and how...difficult its been since. That because he could barely handle it when she was born, there was no way he'd ever be strong enough to care for her, like a father should. That there were so many times he wanted to just whisper sweet apologies to her, punishing himself to make up for the suffering that she must've felt, at that very moment ling ago - because his body was incapable and weak. That he was foolish,

So when Giyuu was rocking Yuma in his arms earlier that night, legs crossed underneath him while letting her suckle softly at his finger. The warm meal from earlier causing her eyes to grow heavy, too much to stay awake any longer. And when he pulled back, Yuma wiggled and writhed in her swaddle. Watching as her little lips quivered, she then began to cry loudly. Her sob soon escalating into a wail. Sanemi still recalled the way Giyuu tensed up suddenly, stiff as a board. His eyes wide with...fuck, what do you even call it? It looked liked fear were etched within those cerulean orbs. And buried deep beneath it, Giyuu looked distressed most of all. His breaths quickened as the stess of her cries echoed within his ears, ringing. Sanemi knew that reaction well by this point. It had happened so many times before that he was already approaching Giyuu, taking Yuma into his arms to comfort her, in the meantime.

It was quiet in bed later that evening.

The gentle whispers of Sanemi while holding Giyuu against his body, brushing a hand into his hair and kissing him softly. And then there was Giyuu buried below, clenching onto Sanemi as tears pricked the corner of his eyes - his sniffles fading out by the time he drifted off to sleep.

Sanemi remained underneath the blankets, allowing a finger to curl around Giyuu's hair splayed along the pillows, lying against the curve of his back for now. He only shifted from that spot as Yuma squirmed noisily within her bassinet, starting to tear up again. Sanemi crawled to the edge of the bed and picked her up with ease. He settled on the side with his legs crossed and her tucked into his arms. He rocked her gently,

"Shhh, you're alright. It's okay, my little dragonfly," Sanemi cooed quietly, reaching out to brush a few tangled strays of hair back. All of his undivided attention on Yuma now, "I've got you," He let out a heavy sigh and repositioned himself briefly. Yuma had calmed down, for the most part. Her soft cries only a mutter now.

Sanemi continued rocking her quietly. His eyes heavy with dark circles by this point. He hadn't slept at all; however, it was moments like these that reminded him why. Even if things would've been the same anyway, it felt...better to be around, just in case. It was even nicer to watch her rest once more, her fussiness dying down, it seemed,

Or...so he thought for that quiet minute,

The familar stirring and soft babbling within his grasp snapped him back to reality. Sanemi glanced down at Yuma - his grip tightening slightly once she began writhing around more restless, "What's gotten into you, hm?" He questioned aloud, wondering what more could be done to help her fall back asleep. Surely, she couldn't be hungry again. And she was still fine in her pajamas. This wasn't something that just happened either. Yuma had been agitated earlier that night as well, unable to be consoled with ease. It took pacing the room for nearly an hour to finally get her to relax enough to sleep.

Sanemi tucked his hands underneath her arms and raised her in the air. Maybe she just needed some stimulation, a way to let off that bit of energy real quick. Yuma was still for a moment. But her head soon flailed back and forth, and then her arms too. With her arms outstretched, she cried loudly. Sanemi furrowed his brows and grit his teeth, more confused than ever. Just...what in the hell did she want so much? To be squirming and swaying so vigorously, sobbing till she was red in the face, and so dead set on whatever the hell was over there on the other side of the bed. Sanemi followed Yuma and jolted his head in the direction, finding nothing over there but the stupid sheets and...Giyuu.

It finally clicked in that dense head of his,

"Is that what you're wanting? Do you want-" He wanted to test it out to be very, very certain. Having shifted her weight into his right arm, he lowered her down onto the sheets and placed her on one of the pillows. Sanemi tried to shuffle around as little as possible while inching her closer and closer towards Giyuu. Yuma seemed to quiet down, at least. That was good. And just as she had the chance, her tiny hand fisted a clump of those black tufts of hair. Sanemi was worried that she had yanked at Giyuu's head too roughly, enough to make him sit up suddenly; however, that wasn't the case at all. Yuma buried herself into the crook of Giyuu's neck soundly, still clenching and nibbling at his hair while drifting off to sleep once more, just like that.

Sanemi was only amused by the sight. He'd have to tell Giyuu about it once he woke up from his oblivious slumber. Not that Giyuu wouldn't find out on his own anyhow. With a grip like Yuma's, they'll be spending some time pulling strands of hair out from between her little fingers. If they were lucky, that is

Though...he wished Giyuu was awake to see their beautiful girl now...

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I definitely plan to indulge in this very, very self indulgent part of them and their child more; however, I shall finish this up with a small smidge of writing (if you wanna call it that, blahhh)

[hanashii-xx]

ִ 𓂃 sanemi shinazugawa headcanons !! 🦋་༘࿐

just a small disclaimer, but this will mention post-canon sanemi from time to time as a comparison. if mentions of post-canon are spoilers for you, I'd suggest skipping past some stuff or not reading too much details,

⋆.° design 🦋༘⋆

chains, chains, and...more chains

man, listen, he's RIGHT up there with gyomei with using/wearing chains. sanemi wears a chain necklace (short, doesn't really dangle for safety reasons) bracelets with two on the right wrist and one on the left wrist, and a belt along his left hip.

all of his jewelry/chains are silver.

he sorta ditches alot of the chains in post-canon, but keeps the necklace on nearly all hours of the day/night, practically.

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while the chains are mostly just a style thing, I do believe...he'd use them in battle as well. not as a main weapon, of course, but if he's up close to a demon and thinks about it, he could easily swing that chain on his hip to stun demons, at least, especially because I doubt demons even notice it until it's used

in my mind, if it can be done, sanemi will do everything and literally ANYTHING to bring a demon down, he doesn't care

the fingerless gloves

it's almost a trend, at this point, but I really like the idea of him wearing black and short (to the wrist) fingerless gloves. and the kind with a slit at the knuckles, especially

fangs but not a demon

so like genya, sanemi also has fangs despite not being a full-fedge demon. he obviously doesn't any capabilities outside of being human (such as genya, who can consume and possess demon abilities at times) however his canines are very similar to that of demons. they're super big and sharp at first glance and leave an even greater wound upon contact

again, sanemi doesn't care so long as the demon is dead at the end of the battle

it infuriates him even more because due to his appearance and uncontrollable rage already, some people immediately assume that he is a demon. you can imagine how annoyed he is while on missions and trying to obtain information from local villagers, watching some instantly cower and plead for their lives when...he's actually here to help

I'm sure there's a part of him that really hates possessing such sharp teeth, a reminder of his mother's suffering, unfortunately

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on a nicer note, it's really good for whenever sanemi grows more possessive of giyuu further in their relationship. he loves how easy it is to nip at giyuu's skin, whether its his neck or further down. and especially for the concept of omegaverse...trust me, everyone is gonna know who marked and claimed giyuu. his mark would be much more than only skin deep, looking at those fangs ♡

the ends of his hair are dyed green

one thing I really love about the manga is that the characters have such cool hairstyles and whatnot. and most of all, alot of them have dyed hair at the ends/tips of their hair (ex. inosuke, kanao, zenitsu, shinobu, etc.) I want sanemi to have something similar, where rhe ends/tips of his white hair are dyed green. I think the hairstyle is actually called "fox tips" or "tip dips"

he probably would stop maintaining the dye and let it fade after post-canon, giving him a much lighter shade of green, at that point

different nose shape

I think he'd have a longer nose that had a straighter bridge and a lower base

body type

this is straight up a post-canon headcanon only, but hear me out...sanemi would pack some extra weight for damn sure. I mean, he'd take pride in having a type similar to that of a "dad bod" which makes perfect sense, considering that giyuu and him would have a child, at some point

I just want him to finally feel safe enough to relax in post-canon, gain some healthy weight and get all chubby. he'd be big all over, like meatier arms and thighs, muffin top and love handles, everything is doubled now

giyuu, the lucky mf that you are to have him all to yourself...

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he'd probably have more noticeable body hair as well, such as the chest, arms, stomach (a trail, especially, PLEASE-) heck, maybe even some facial hair, but not like a full beard or anything. I imagine a subtle goatee, little stubbles

y'all already know...piercings

what can I say? I'm a guilty repeater of headcanons. he'd wear small silver hoops in his lobes, a conch in the left ear, a tragus in the right ear, andddd a little tongue piercing for some flavor

I debated giving him another piercing, but...idk if I'd wanna commit

⋆.° personal 🦋༘⋆

poor baby suffers from severe migraines

sanemi has pretty bad migraines and headaches. it's something that's worsened throughout the years with the extra stress and stuff with being a hashira. and he's an aggressive person already, so that doesn't help either

some additional triggers are bright lights, loud noises, insomnia, and so forth

and its one of those things that once the headache turns into a migraine...sanemi is NOT gonna be alright for awhile. his migraines are so severe that they'll leave him curled up on the floor, shaking and shit. so intense that he can't think straight, blurry vision, dizziness, and whatnot. and being a hashira, its not like he can just- ride it out in peace so he'll be out here training and going on missions with his head pounding, nearly fainting from overexerting himself

the migraines happen less post-canon, but even then, sanemi will have a feeling when one starts to kick in. he'll grab and lean onto giyuu, telling him that he'll be resting in bed early on. giyuu doesn't need to ask, he knows sanemi isn't feeling well. he'll take care and check on sanemi from time to time. and if anyone asks for sanemi, he's politely declining - not even going to tell sanemi to stir his nerves

fascinated with bugs + beetles

he's so interested in bugs, especially beetles. I feel like he'd have so much knowledge on nearly all the bugs within the area, he can easily spit out some traits and habits

its a rarity for him to stumble upon them while out training or on missions; however, after post-canon, he had all the time in the world to go out seeking these little critters. I imagine he's commonly asking giyuu to come on walks with him, only to stumble upon a beetle or something and examine it for half of the stroll. giyuu tries to help and point out some that sanemi hasn't noticed, and will listen to sanemi's fun facts for hours

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I wonder if giyuu would ever write down some of the stuff sanemi tells him about particular bugs, keeping a journal almost

and...I believe that's all the silly headcanons I have for him for now. maybe I'll add more, in the future (a part 2 or something)

feel free to leave any other headcanons and stuff in my inbox or outside sites, I'd love to hear what others think about him

[hanashii-xx]

ִֶָ ..𓂃 you look pretty in blue ִֶָ🦋་༘࿐

unfortunately, I'm thinking about post-canon sngy and their domesticated lives, so this is wayyy ahead of the anime/manga series. if you haven't read the mangas, I'd definitely suggest skipping this for spoilers,

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In a world that was always changing, shifting, moving from day to day - forcing those to constantly break tradition for survival, tradition was all Sanemi and Giyuu ever seeked now. Even if it was something as small as visiting the nearby village every week to explore the market, it was still a tradition, their tradition.

The two usually only shopped for simple stuff at the market: meats, fish, vegetables, and so on. And with there being a festival upcoming, it was only necessary to plan a hearty meal to share amongst everyone. There was no doubt that Tanjiro, Nezuko, and the others would want to visit Giyuu. And of course, Tengen and his wives would wonderfully stop by as well. It was a tight knit bond that only kept growing.

Sanemi and Giyuu strolled down the quieter side of the market, stopping at the same stands that they always shopped from weekly. They were holding a few bags from previous shops, nearly finished as the sun was still shining high above - the sky blue with few clouds dancing through its atmosphere.

"I think all that's left are the spring onions and ginger," Sanemi mentioned while holding a small piece of paper crumpled beneath his thumb. It's scribbles obviously Giyuu's from whenever they were heading out that morning. He glanced up to see where to head next. A small stand set up just a few feet ahead, selling plenty of vegetables still,

"I bet she'd have em,"

His lilac eyes were already set on the seller across the stand when picking up the pace a little and stepping forward, Giyuu trailing behind silently. It was pure luck that the stand had both, spring onions and ginger for sale, even if they were nearly out of season. He definitely didn't waste time stake the sale,

"Oi," The swift of his hand ushering the woman over, "About two of those spring onions and four of the ginger," He requested, short and to the point. Sanemi then lowered his head and furrowed his brows, "Please..."

There was no doubt that Sanemi had changed over these few last years: a little more mindful, protective, and vulnerable. However, he still stood out as the easily agitated, stubborn, and brash man that he had always been. Just...more mellow, perhaps? He had wondered if that was because of being around Giyuu so much. Or maybe it was a part of him that he felt the need to keep behind lock and key until now - when he finally felt safe to show it, to be loved enough to embrace it.

He'd do anything to stay like this.

The woman at the counter handed the bag over to Sanemi, "There you go, sir!" She smiled softly. He only nodded, in return, and stepped away from the stand, interlacing the bag around his knuckles along with the other bags mindlessly, "Alright," He huffed, "That should be it, I think. Is there anywhere else that you need to go, Gi-" And it was right then he realized that he had only been talking to thin air. Giyuu wasn't around anymore. In fact, he was nowhere to be seen. Sanemi hadn't even noticed until now, feeling like an utter jackass for not seeing Giyuu walk off or- anything. He looked back and forth before speaking once more, "Giyuu?" He called out. And there was no answer.

It wasn't unusual for Giyuu to wander off like this. Sanemi figured that must've been the case, that a book or small treat caught Giyuu's eyes suddenly, and, being the scatterbrain that he is, went off to check it out immediately. There weren't many spots he could've been at. It was just the matter of...finding him, is all.

Sanemi scrambled around the market in search of anything that may have resembled Giyuu. A swift sight of black hair, his baby blue haori, or grey hakama - just something that remotely looked like him. It felt as if searching for him was becoming a loophole. That is...until Sanemi found him at a stand near the outskirts of the market, his back facing those that passed by idly. Sanemi hadn't realized the breath that he had pent-up inside his chest till now, sighing in relief almost.

He was just glad to have found Giyuu,

His longful strides easily ate up the distance, "Oi, there you are," He exhaled, "I've been looking for you forever!" His jaw tightened and brows knitted sharply. He may have looked utterly tired and annoyed at Giyuu, but in all honesty, there wasn't an ounce of fury fuming behind his words. A common thing for Sanemi now. His lilac eyes snapped away and flickered between the displays behind Giyuu. His gaze narrowing even more, "What are you doing over here?"

Giyuu jumped and withdrew his fingers off a particular display, bringing his hand up to his chest and as far away as possible from whatever he had been looking at for awhile now. He snapped around to meet those slits, "Um-" He stuttered, "It's nothing, really," Or so Giyuu would believe, swallowing down whatever he had been thinking about, desiring. It didn't matter, truly.

"To hell with that, Giyuu," Sanemi spat, "You were looking at something over here, so just say it," He didn't give two craps about whether it was nothing or not. If anything, he'd be the judge of that. His eyes glanced down at the display beside Giyuu again. He then approached the stand and nudged Giyuu softly, "Is this what you were looking at?"

There laid a set of earrings displayed at the front of the stand. The kind that dangled low and struck the eyes of anyone who would've bestowed upon such exquisite jewelry. The earrings were a bright silver that glistened across the faint sunlight peeking through the shade. And encased within this silver were two rich sapphires, one smaller than the other. The bigger sapphire settled closest to where one's lobe would be and hanging below it was the smaller sapphire with three sets of silver chains trailing down. A beautiful pair of earrings, indeed. Sanemi stared quietly at the jewelry for a minute longer. Giyuu brushed a tuft of hair behind his ear, in the meantime.

"I told you, they're not much. I don't even want them, I just-"

"Why not?"

Giyuu's eyes widened slightly. He hadn't expected Sanemi to ask so many questions about what were probably deemed as just some stupid earrings. It's not like he needed them or anything. It was a selfish desire to want something new to compliment his outfit, to add color, to suprise Sanemi. He couldn’t help letting the thought tempt the idea into reality, especially with the festival soon. That would've been the perfect time to show the jewelry off. However, none of it was necessary. There was no logical reason to buy such a frivolous thing. His earrings were just fine now,

"I already have a set of earrings. I don't need another anytime soon. And besides, those are too much. They wouldn't even look good on me..." Sanemi's gaze softened. His lilac eyes studying the dismissal in Giyuu's voice, how many reasons he had at the ready to deny himself the luxury of another set of earrings. It was only a singular pair, nothing expensive or outrageous. In fact, they were actually perfect. A calloused hand drifted along the velvet edge of the box,

"Well...I think they'd look good," He remarked quietly, marking every small detail of the earrings within his memory. There was pause in his words, "You've always looked best in blue. So what makes sapphires any less prettier?" Sanemi thought aloud, shrugging. He then glanced up and met those cerulean eyes of Giyuu's once more. His mind already figuring out the way those deep blue sapphires would sit nicely against such silky black hair, giving a cool contrast to the lighter shade of blue of his haori and grey. The silver shimmering along the curvature of his jaw and neck, especially. The way they'd catch Sanemi's eyes everytime he'd ever lean in to kiss or envelope Giyuu fondly - a reminder of that desire that Giyuu tried to hide so well but failed everytime. Those weren't just any pair of earrings anymore.

They belonged to Giyuu.

They were made for Giyuu solely.

"I'm buying these for you,"

"What?"

Sanemi had never been more serious or sure of anything in his life until now. He wanted to gift the earrings to Giyuu. If it meant seeing Giyuu wear them everyday, fulfill that desire deep within his heart, and be happy, then that's all that mattered. He wouldn't listen to whatever dumb excuses Giyuu made up. Those damn earrings will be his own.

"I'll buy those earrings right there," The seller gave a firm nod and carefully bagged the jewelry. She handed the bag to Sanemi, who then held it out to Giyuu, "Here," He huffed.

Giyuu stood there quietly with his shoulders tense and lips rolled thin. He was trying desperately to hide the excitement bouncing inside his chest, grabbing the bag a little too quickly and looking inside to gaze upon the small box at the bottom. A small smile crept across his face. His eyes lit up like the stars at night, "T-Thank you," Giyuu blushed. Sanemi turned away to walk off,

"It's whatever. I could tell that you wanted them and you really weren't making it easy, by the way," He waved a hand dismissively. His eyes then drifted along the ground, following the way Giyuu's feet shuffled, "You..." He uttered, "You should wear them to the festival," Sanemi mumbled under his breath with a very, very, very faint smile twitching up along his jaw.

Whether he'd ever admit it aloud, he was glad to be here, to be alive still, to live such a mudane life that even silly trips to the market were thrilling, to be at Giyuu's side for now and ever.

It would be his tradition to love Giyuu every day, hour, minute, and second.

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[hanashii-xx]

ִֶָ ..𓂃 giyuu tomioka headcanons !! ִֶָ🦋་༘࿐

just a small disclaimer, but this will mention post-canon giyuu from time to time as a comparison. if mentions of post-canon are spoilers for you, I'd suggest skipping past some stuff or not reading too much details,

giyuu wears black fingerless gloves

⋆.° design 🦋༘⋆

I like to think that underneath his sleeves, he wears solid black fingerless gloves (with a single sleeve for the middle (3rd finger) the ring around that finger would be gold as well

he also keeps his nails painted black, of course

has additional piercings

come on, who can't love giving random af piercings to their favorite characters, me included?

he has his 2nd lobes and a rook in his left ear. both of which are gold, all of giyuu's jewelry is gold

giyuu wears small gold earrings in his 1st lobes that curve around the back of his ear to form a rounder edge upfront. I wanted something that sorta represented a water droplet but had some difficulty searching for the right kind of inspiration, sooo...his earrings are inspired off the secret stones from totk of loz

however, after post-canon, giyuu switches up and wears all silver jewelry instead. since there's no demons to worry about anymore, he also feels comfortable enough to wear dangling earrings too. sanemi either bought the earrings for giyuu at the market as a gift (bc of many reasons but mostly to compliment giyuu and sapphires are very reminiscent of him too) or giyuu stumbled upon the earrings at the market and bought them himself. he decides to wear them that night and boy, does sanemi notice the way those beautiful sapphires glisten around such black silky tufts of hair. he almost can't help but reach out to curl a hand around the earrings, grabbing a bit of giyuu's hair and earlobe to caress

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I've also...heard ppl give giyuu nipple piercings as well. as an enjoyer myself, it's very hard to not wanna be self-indulgent. I've never thought much about it, but let's just say when I see it being mentioned, AHAHAHA, how I eat it RIGHT up for lunch and dinner ~ let him be sensitive right there too

a melanin beam with beauty marks

giyuu has 3 moles speckled across his face (2 underneath his right eye and 1 under the right corner of his mouth)

this is the only recent example I have of these moles,

he'd probably have more moles scattered across his body, along with some scars from previous missions as well

giyuu is partially blind (in the left eye)

alright, even though it took sabito's life to protect giyuu and the other slayers from that freaky hand demon, I believe giyuu didn't run away unscathed. due to the demon managing to scratch the left side of his face before fleeing, giyuu has suffered from partial blindness in that eye ever since. without his right eye, he'd only see blurs and nothing more. and he has a scar across that left eye as well

this has been a secret that giyuu's hidden since becoming a hashira. the others don't really realize it until he genuinely can't recognize something right in front of him. meanwhile those weird habits of his where he'd flinch if they came up from the left side, etc. were actually for a good reason

he's a little underweight

when compared to the other hashira around his age and share a similar shape (ex. sanemi, rengoku, etc.) he is obviously smaller in size. even his uniform shows this as it's quite baggy and not so fitting along his shape anymore. it's just from being underweight, naturally

of course, this is only temporary; though, because after post-canon, he immediately gains that weight back and more

⋆.° personal 🦋༘⋆

books, books, and more books

if he could spend his free time alone, in utter silence, reading some short stories without interruption, he'd be here for hours. unfortunately, missions and other stuff always inferred so reading was a rarity

however, with more free time on his hands, post-canon giyuu spends nearly all of it catching up on books he's been meaning to read for years (and new ones too) sanemi probably picks him up some extra books here and there, especially if he's passing by a nearby market. and of course, it'll be sanemi that gets the luxury to watch all of giyuu's reactions too - from nearly sobbing to downright horrified. he'd listen to giyuu talk about these stories forever, if it meant staying by his side

animals are scary

while giyuu isn't one to freak out when interacting with animals, he definitely...avoids getting caught in similar situations, if possible. he's moreso intimidated by animals, especially canines, rather than scared. just nervous and tense the entire time, trying to find any way to leave or remove himself from the animal's center of attention, at that time.

unfortunately, sanemi and him could never own pets because of this. even the kinder dogs in villages whilst on missions and post-canon will have him startled and stressed

steals all the blankets (while asleep)

and...I believe that's all the silly headcanons I have for him for now

feel free to leave any other headcanons and stuff in my inbox or outside sites, I'd love to hear what others think about him

[hanashii-xx]

ִֶָ ..𓂃 let's get to know about me !! ִֶָ🦋་༘࿐

hello,

I wanted to make a quick about me/introduction for those who stumble upon this page !! so let's get started,

⋆.° introduction 🦋༘⋆

feel free to call me hanashii !! I'm an insomniac and chronic online user, who likes to draw and write during my free time. I have quite the handful of obsessions; however, I hope to dedicate most of my posts to one of my most favorite series, demon slayer (kimetsu no yaiba)

now, I absolutely adore this series as a whole, but I'd like to share majority of my content relating to giyuu tomioka and sanemi shinazugawa, especially. and even more, sanegiyuu (sngy)

they're my absolute obsessions right now and I have so many ideas and stuff to indulge. I hope to share said content w other ppl on here and just have fun w some potential mutuals/friends

⋆.° fandoms 🦋༘⋆

while I absolutely love, love, love demon slayer and could ramble about it forever, I do have other interests as well

these will be categorized by content, just in case,

[ 🪷 ] :: read the manga

[🌼] :: watch the anime/show

[🌿] :: play the game

[🐌] :: other

demon slayer [🪷 || 🌼]

jujutsu kaisen [🪷 || 🌼]

sk8 the infinity [🌼]

chainsaw man [🪷 || 🌼]

silent hill [🌿]

slitterhead [🌿]

fire emblem three houses [🌿 || 🐌]

choujin x [🪷]

gatchiakuta [🪷]

tokyo ghoul [🌼]

trigun stampede [🌼]

resident evil [🌿]

maou evelogia ni mi wo sasageyo [🪷 || 🌼]

given [🪷 || 🌼]

sasaki and miyano [🪷 || 🌼]

pink heart jam [🪷]

the summer hikaru died [🪷]

casshern sins [🌼]

feel free to ask/send me stuff about these other series anytime !!

⋆.° social media 🦋༘⋆

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here are other accounts/sites that u may also interact with me on,

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I'm all for making new mutuals and friends, and will happily share my discord, personally !!

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see y'all soon 🦋