2024 Oneshots

Purple Consequences (Sanemi x GN!Reader)

You sigh as you tilt your head up, checking out your neck in the mirror. The whole thing is purple, a clear handprint wrapping around the front so obvious for anyone to see. Not to mention all the other obvious marks your partner left, bruises everywhere. Your lip is so swollen you can hardly close your mouth and your legs still shake from the night before. But the worst part is how terribly the look of your reflection turns you on.

Whenever he gets you alone he just can't help himself.

You think back to the night before, how he actually kept his promise- he chocked you so hard you really did pass out.

"Nemi~" you whimpered, catching a glimpse of his form dark and fuzzy in your brain.

He couldn't help it, he chocked you out.

Just then, a knock on the bathroom door causes you to gasp. You were so lost in your thoughts you completely forgot you were on a time constraint.

"Yeah?" you call out, opening the door to your tall partner on the other side.

"Uh, where are you goin'?" he hums, eyeing you up and down like he'd take you right now.

"Seriously," you huff, "I'm in uniform. Where do you think I'm going?"

He smiles to himself as he reaches towards you and tilts your head slightly to admire the purple across your whole neck. "Suit yourself, but don't you dare think about covering it."

You weren't going to, honestly. You know how hot he gets when others find out how well he fucks you and, well, you love showing him off, too.

"Whatever," you sigh, playing it cool, pushing him away so you can make your way out the door. "They're just going to think you're actually trying to kill me now."

"No," he smirks, following after you, "they'll probably think you're just a crappy slayer."

You turn around to face him, your eyes narrowing but no words come to your brain.

"You like that, don't you," his grin only widens as he looks at you. "Knowing they'll see what kind of a freak you are when I get you to myself."

"Please stop," you mutter, though your mouth waters as he glares at you. If you weren't about to be late for your meeting with the master, you'd let him have his way with you right now.

But you suppose Sanemi doesn't care about being late. Not with the way he slams your hips against the nearest wall and kisses you roughly, his tongue tracing over your swollen bottom lip.

"Stop," you whisper against him, pushing him back, "we're gonna be late."

"I'm fine with that," he grumbles, his hand snaking under your skirt.

"We can't do this," you huff, though your words are completely empty. It's so hard to resist his touch, the way his breath lingers on your skin.

"Come on, Y/N," he growls, his fingers pressing between your legs, "we can always just skip it."

You moan softly, biting your lip. You're so weak, and his touch is just so addicting. "But..."

He sighs as he leans his forehead against yours. "Fine, quit your complaining. Let's make it quick so we can get back here."

***

"Morning, Y/N!" Genya calls as you and Sanemi walk side by side to meet with the other Hashira.

"Hey-" you begin to call out, only to get shoved behind Sanemi.

"Uh, are you two alright?" Genya then asks as Sanemi holds out his arm to prevent you from sneaking back out.

"We have somewhere to be," Sanemi clears his throat. "Y/N doesn't have time to chat."

You smile softly as you put your hand on Sanemi's outstretched arm and peek out over the side of him. "Sorry, Gen. Talk later?"

Before Genya gets a chance to reply, Sanemi pushes you back behind him and declares that the two of you are leaving. As you walk away, Genya watches your back, completely confused as to what that was.

When you arrive at the meeting outside of the Ubuyashiki Mansion, Sanemi stands right beside you, his arm rubbing up against your as you stand waiting for the master.

"Wow, who did that?" Mitsuri gasps almost immediately.

"Nobody!" you stiffen up straight at her words.

She tilts forward to look at you from the other side of the line of Hashira. "What? I was talking about the bouquet of flowers at the steps," she then points out. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, sorry," you chuckle softly as Sanemi passes you a daring look. "I just meant that I have no idea..."

Sanemi smirks as he looks at you from the corner of his eye. He didn't want his little brother to see the state of you but the other Hashira? He doesn't care at all what they think. In fact, he'd rather like them to know, he wants to see the look on your face when they realize how much of a freak you are when you're with him.

You can't help your nerves as you reach for his hand. When he squeezes back softly, a wave of relief washes over you like goosebumps.

Obanai looks at Sanemi from the other side of him, noticing that something is definitely off. However, he can't see you very well past Sanemi's larger figure.

Instead, Kaburamaru, Obanai's white snake slithers behind Sanemi and towards you. Immediately, Sanemi notices. Although he's still facing straight ahead, his eyes shoot to the side to glare at the snake eyeing you up and down. You shoo Kaburamaru away, but it's too late.

"You should be a bit more conscious about how you present your partner in front of other people," Obanai whispers to Sanemi.

"But I already do," Sanemi grins to himself.

Obanai sighs, looking at the shit-eating grin on his fellow Hashira's face. "You're sadistic."

Sanemi merely smiles wider.

Once again, Kaburamaru slithers its way behind you and wraps around one of your legs. You gasp at the unexpected feeling of a snake on your leg and jump forward in front of the line of Hashira, all of whose eyes are on you now.

"Don't worry, They love it, too," Sanemi then whispers to Obanai.

"My god." Uzui is the first one to comment. How could he not with the way you hadn't even attempted to cover it. "What happened to your neck?"

Of course, all the others begin to zero in on it, too, and all you can do is stare at Sanemi to save you.

"You wouldn't understand," he shakes his head simply.

You feel like you could die. Yet Sanemi looks completely unfazed by the situation, loving all the attention on you. And that, makes you bite the inside of your cheek. You can picture now all those dirty little nothings he'll be whispering in your ear once you get back home- if he even makes it that far.

"It looks as though Sanemi is keeping his partner rather entertained," Rengoku states bluntly, earning a few snickers from the group. "That's quite nice, don't you think, Kanroji?"

Mitsuri's face is completely red as she nods her head. Obanai shoots him a look of disbelief.

Just then, the doors behind you slide open and you turn around, standing in front of Master Ubuyashiki with a purple neck and a bruised lip, feeling like the world will swallow you hole any moment. Quickly, you sink to your knees, bowing as low as you possibly can to the floor, hoping he hadn't gotten too good of a look at you.

"It's good to see you well, Y/N," he says quietly, and your blood runs cold, "but you might want to consider hiding such marks better next time."

"Y-Yes, thank you, Master. I apologize," you stammer over your words.

You're going to absolutely murder Sanemi when you get home.