Heres A Baby Fever Sanemi Teaser For An Imagine I Started Working On In August And Simply Forgot About

Here’s a Baby Fever Sanemi teaser for an imagine I started working on in August and simply… forgot about 😔

“Yeah, I do.” he breathed out, eyes focusing on your intertwined hands, chest picking up in pace as you both entered untouched territory with this conversation. “Well, indulge me, paint me a pretty picture, Sanemi.” He laughed, letting you go now so you could finally turn your body and face him properly. “Paint you a picture, hmm?” he questioned in a low tone, smirking at you as you nodded eagerly, that familiar glint in your eyes. You were sitting on your knees now, hands clasped neatly before you on your lap while you waited for him to speak. “Well, would you like me to paint this picture verbally, or would you rather I show you in a more… hands on way?”

You smirked, bringing your hand up to your cheek to tap it idly, pretending to think about the answer. “Well I’ve always been more of a visual learner…” You squealed, that was all Sanemi needed to hear before he was pouncing on you. The force of him pushing you back against the couch nearly took the wind out of you, laughing loudly as he nuzzled his face into your neck. You kept laughing, the feathery light kisses on your skin were ticklish. Your hands found their home in his hair, playing with the soft strands as his lips moved closer to your mouth. Sanemi loved the sound of your laughter, especially if he was the one making you laugh.

Sanemi’s lips met yours in a searing kiss, swallowing your laughter as he spread your legs apart to accommodate his weight. Your lips parted easily for him, allowing him to lick his way past your lips and dancing around your own tongue. He tasted as sweet as the honey in his tea, warm and inviting as your mouths moved against each other. Your hands intertwined in his white locks, tugging at the roots until he was shivering from the sensation. Each tug caused his cock to grow harder, the thrill of your body sending him over the edge as his hips subconsciously rolled into yours. Breathless, you parted, his face hovering just above yours as his hands came down to cup your cheek. “If we really do this, you know there is no going back, right?”

“I know, I want this.” Your tone was softer, your hands untangling from his hair so you could hold his scarred cheeks just as he held your own. “Make me a mommy, Sanemi.”

i can't, i can't. ijust can't. i can't stand not having Katsuki. i need him, right now at this very moment. i want him.

it's just, look at HIM!!!!!

#iminlove <3

immensity

a woman is no man

pairing: sanemi x female reader

warnings: a lowkey abusive father, mentions of injuries, cursing, the usual jazz

wc: 2.5k

You're trying to process something quite unpleasant and find yourself venting to the last person on earth you thought would want to hear it

You liked the Butterfly Estate.

In fact, you liked it so much that you almost didn’t mind getting injured in battle.

You liked how happy Sumi, Naho and Kiyo got whenever you were around, you liked Shinobu’s good-natured scolding whenever your visits became more regular. Broken legs and crushed ribs were your specialty: you focused so much on charging your attacks that you paid no mind to falls and kickbacks and, well, basic human limits. You ran and you climbed and you slashed while barely guarding, burdening the Kakushi with a lot of work every single time they were unfortunate enough to having to assist you.

So you usually smiled to the insect hashira whenever she visibly frowned at your clearly have-been-waiting-too-long-to-get-checked infected wounds. You smiled, because you liked being at her estate. The sunny rooms, always filled with the girls’ laughter even as other injured slayers were recovering, the beautiful garden that always smelled like orange blossoms, the flavor of whatever Aoi felt like cooking.

It felt pleasant, comfortable, homely.

Bumps and bruises were a price you didn’t mind paying if it meant to be taken care of for a little while. If it meant to be in a place you could have so easily called home.

Not that you would ever voice such foolish, lowkey self-destructive thoughts. You kept your enjoyment to yourself, helped around the estate any way you could, brushing off with a smile the appalled protests of the girls. So what if you were a pillar? Your life was mostly made of fights, blood, pain and training. You figured you could indulge in normal stuff from time to time.

Sure, you weren’t the greatest cook and Aoi had to call Shinobu a couple of times after you almost cut your own fingers off while chopping onions, sure, you weren’t amazing with laundry either, but it was fun. It was normal. It felt good.

You felt so comfortable around Shinobu that you knew you didn’t have to wait for a demon to slash you open to have a reason to visit. Even if she wasn’t around, you were always welcome at the estate. However, is she was around, she was always happy to offer you tea, fresh fruit and peaceful company.

You appreciated how she didn’t flinch when she looked up from the letter she was reading.

“Are you alright?”, was her balanced greeting, letter put away on the engawa as she stood up.

You faked a smile.

“Yes. I was wondering if you could… give me a hand?”

Shinobu blinked just two times, then her hand motioned you the engawa.

“Of course. I’ll be back, why don’t you take a seat? Aoi just brewed some tea”, her smile was warm but you didn’t fail to take notice of her ever so slightly furrowed brows, an almost invisible wrinkle on her forehead.

You thanked her and watched her disappear behind the shoji door that led to her office.

The engawa was warm from the sun and it gave you a perfect view of the well-kept garden. You took a deep breath and repeated to yourself just how calm you were. It was fine. Everything was perfectly okay. Not a tragedy.

“Why the fuck do you look like that?”, a loud, mocking voice behind you roared with laughter. You didn’t turn around or wince, of course you heard him coming. Of course it had to be him, there, of all places. Not ideal, but you could handle it.

“Good to see you too, Shinazugawa”, was your sarcastic response.

He was in front of you before you could even hope to escape that bloodshot gaze.

“Shit, it’s even worse from the front”, he grinned.

I’ll handle it. He pisses me off but I’ll handle it.

“Did I somehow give the impression that I enjoy your company? If so, apologies. You can leave now”, you forced your lips into a smile.

God, he hated when you did that. He hated that fake, honey and venom infused voice. If someone told him that that was how you fought demons, by exasperating them, he would’ve believed them. Shinobu had a similar way of speaking but she simply didn’t infuriate him as much as you did.

“You look like shit”, he spat, amused smile long gone from his sharp-edged features.

That was how it usually went down. Sarcastic slash annoying remark met with an even more annoying sarcasm met, in turn, with an insult. Why he even bothered interacting with you, neither of you were able to understand.

“Right back at you. Don’t you have a broken leg? Dislocated shoulder? Anything that should keep you in a futon, preferably one located very far away from me?”, you asked ever so sweetly, making a vein in his temple throb.

“Let it go, Shinazugawa-san”, Shinobu was back, standing behind you, smiling gently at the fuming man in front of you.

He looked at the scissors in her hand and couldn’t hold back another laugh.

“Don’t bother, Kocho, I think that’s the right look for her. Now not only she acts like a man but looks like one, too”, a poisonous smile found its way to his lips.

And that’s what got you. Incredibly, absurdly, considering all the insults he was known to come up with. That one stang.

Was it because his words were so painfully similar to your father’s? Was it because, hearing it from him, made it a little more real? Sanemi didn’t lie. He was unpleasant, crude, aggressive, but he wasn’t a liar. So it just had to be real. And why did it bother you so much, that it was? Why did it bother you so bad, that he had noticed, too?

You got up abruply and he got defensive in the blink of an eye, bracing himself even if the wound Shinobu had stitched a few minutes before was giving him hell. You two were sparring partners, after all. Your style was so similar that, distaste for each other or not, it was easier to train together. Plus, it gave you a reason to kick him in the stomach at least once per session. Plus, it gave him a reason to be around you without being unreasonably pissed about it.

“Shinobu, I’ll be back in a moment”, you told her.

“I’ll be here”, she replied, not smiling anymore, her eyes one step away from shooting daggers at Sanemi. She instantly made a mental note to add a generous amount of the most bitter gentiana lutea to his next medicinal tea.

You didn’t look at him as you took a running jump, disappearing in an instant with one of your favorite destinations in mind: the roof.

The estate was just beautiful all around. Below, there was sweet chatter, flowers and good food. Above, there was peaceful silence, dark tiles the sun had warmed up nicely enough to make you want to lie down and close your eyes.

Which, you did. Your nichirin blade beside you as you pushed back some of the irregular strands that had fallen to your face and laid with your eyes shut, doing your best not to do something dumb and embarrassing and definitely very inappropriate like crying.

Alright, fine, you could allow a tear or two.

You angrily wiped them without opening your eyes, teeth gritted, left hand clenched into a fist that had your knuckles white, nails digging into your palm. It wasn’t Sanemi, it could’t be. You refused to give him such a power over you. It was just that you managed to hold it in for hours, not wanting to give your father the satisfaction of seeing you cry. It was easier to let go at the Butterfly Estate, anyway. Always had been. It was easier to be vulnerable, when surrounded by people who actually cared.

And by infuriating assholes too, apparently.

You held back a groan when you suddenly heard him beside you, appearing out of thin hair. He was getting better at being faster, soundless.

“Leave”, you grumbled, not bothering to open your eyes.

“Oi, the fuck’s the matter?”, his voice was just as harsh but he wasn’t having a blast anymore. You knew exactly what that rare inflection meant: he was serious. No teasing, no making fun, he was seriously asking you and was waiting for a serious response which, of course, seriously freaked you out because being vulnerable? In front of him, of all people? Yeah, nuh-uh.

“Nothing. Can you go?”

“This is my spot, you go”.

You scoffed, opening your eyes and sitting up in a second.

“Excuse me?”

Malicious grin was back on his lips as he shrugged.

“I like this roof and I often come up here. If someone needs to leave, it’s you”.

Your eyebrow twitched at the sheer absurdity of the conversation.

“God, what is it? Asshole day?”, you grumbled, grabbing your nichirin and gathering the strength to get up, go back to Shinobu, ask her to stab you with those scissors and call it a day.

“But if you wanna tell me what’s up”, he added, already sitting next to you (although at reasonable distance), eyes conveniently focused on the garden below, “I’ll listen”.

Maybe it was that he wasn’t looking at you, nor he seemed interested in focusing his attention on your face. Maybe it also was that you didn’t mind his kind yet still rough moments. He did have them, sometimes. When he thought that no one was around to see or hear. Not that he was good, at being kind, by any means.

You remembered laying in your futon, left arm broken, ribs crushed, eyes closed, trying your best to fall asleep. You had heard Naho cry over a broken bowl and a piece that had cut her hand. He was there, awake, barely standing after a particularly rough mission, bandages all over, yet not hesitating. Sure, the first thing he told her was to shut the fuck up, but when that only managed to make her cry harder, you heard his hushed voice.

Lemme see. It’s nothing, I’ll give you some of my bandages, alright? Just stop. See? All good now. Won’t even leave a scar, I’m an expert.

Much like back then, he was trying. And although he had been an insufferabe asshole, you appreciated the effort.

“My father cut it. With my sword”, you muttered, not looking at him either.

“Why?”

You sighed, breath shaky once again.

“He doesn’t appreciate what I do. Said if I want to be a man so badly, I might as well look like one”.

Sanemi turned to look at you, unable to hide the surprise in his eyes.

“What the fuck does that even mean?”

You returned his gaze with a sarcastic smile.

“Well, don’t you believe the same thing? I’m a man. Because I’m a slayer, according to my father. According to you, I’m not sure what it is. Is it that I don’t look like Mitsuri? Or that I don’t spend enough time with other girls? Is it my face? I know it wasn’t my hair. That’s why I liked it long”.

God, were you crying again? You just knew you wouldn’t hear the end of it.

But Sanemi was too taken aback, too astonished, too enraged. With your father, of course. It wouldn’t have made sense to be so intensely angry with… himself? And for what? A few tasteless jokes, some teasing, a provocative behavior you were tough enough to keep up with? Because you were. Tough enough, strong enough to always keep up with him. And it never really crossed his mind that you were less of a woman because of that. Yeah, he had said something dumb and absolutely false, but didn’the always? Didn’t you know?

“We live in a world haunted by demons and your father believes that the real issue is you holding a goddamn blade?”, he snapped.

You shrugged, wiping away some stubborn tears with the sleeve of your haori.

“Apparently, it’s not my place to fight. We have men for that. Don’t we always have men for everything?”, you muttered angrily.

“A woman who fights is no man. She’s just a woman, with a blade”.

Finally, you found it in yourself to look at him. He looked flustered, face red, fists closed. It was comforting, in some way, getting a reaction so similar to the one you had whenever your father opened his mouth.

“Not all women with a blade look like Mitsuri”, you said slowly.

He met your gaze, jaw clenched.

“They don’t have to”, he spat, “not all men with a blade look like me, either”.

Your laugh was so loud, so unexpected, that it surprised the both of you. It filled him with relief, his subconscious already hopeful that you had forgiven him for his reckless words.

“Right. Luckily, they usually look like Uzui instead”, you grinned and Sanemi furrowed his brows.

“The fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, he’s not scary. Nice to be around. Should I go on?”

He snorted.

“He has three wives and flirts with anything that moves, is that your idea of nice?”

You smiled again, a little more sadly this time. Sanemi noticed and hated it. He hated every smile that failed to reach your eyes.

“I’ve met his wives. They’re kunoichi. I know he doesn’t think of them as men”, your laugh was bitter, in contrast with your previous one. He didn’t like that either.

“What, you’re worried you won’t find a man?”, there it was, the old, familiar, mocking tone. You welcomed it with a patient smile.

“Well, my father is quite scared something irreversible is going to happen eventually. A scar on my face, one of my legs being cut off, you know, the usual”.

Sanemi rolled his eyes.

“I’ve got plenty of scars and I’ve been with just enough women”.

Your frown was intentionally exaggerated.

“Gross. And you’re missing the point, Shinazugawa. Scars on men scream strong, scars on women scream weak and no one would ever want to marry that”.

He wasn’t sure how the conversation had shifted so suddenly over a subject so awkward but he was so caught up in the heat of the moment that he impulsively snapped, like he always did when he had no goddamn clue what to say.

“What a fucking headache you’re being. I’ll marry you, that’ll shut your asshole father up”.

Your eyes widened so suddenly that he would’ve found it amusing, hadn't he been too busy being paralyzed from the shock of his brain putting together the worst, most inappropriate sequence of words he could ever think of.

What the fuck.

You really wanted to laugh at how red his ears had become but you felt yourself blush as well.

What the fuck.

“Is that a threat?”, you muttered, lips distorted in an embarrassed smile.

Please take the hint. Please deflect.

“Get Kocho to fix that shit, you look ridiculous”, he spat, attention once again stubbornly focused on the garden.

You secured your sword to your belt and got up, stretching your arms above your head.

“Thank you”, words fell quickly out of your mouth as you jumped down, unable to look at him. Or to hide the alarming heat that had engulfed your whole face.

THE STAGES OF ME AND YOU

bakugou x reader

cw: cute, fluffy, established relationship, literally just dialogue, aged up, minors dni, suggestive lines

“what?”

you know you’re being a little annoying but you’re lucky he finds it’s endearing. you sit straddling your lovers lap. knees on either side of his thighs, arms hanging off his shoulders and your face a mere inch away from his.

already, it’s a surprise that katsuki let you in his office and even more so onto his lap knowing what a distraction you are. really it’s a testament to how tired he is of reading through another report and claim and statement and all the stuff that doesn’t include him on the field saving people.

he speaks again, rough like all the words are scratching his throat before they come out, “why’re you lookin’ at me like that?”

you’re smiling, ends of your mouth turning up before showing all your teeth. being this close to him, chest to chest, only one thrust forward and your centre will meet his. he loves it. more than he can voice, than he can admit. he thinks you’re beautiful, obviously and he finds it hard not to give into you. kiss your face, bite your lip and sneak his hand in your pyjama pants. he could after all, being in his home with no other plans for the day but more fucking reports.

“i’ve got a big crush on you.” you chuckle, running your eyes over his strong brow bone, his shiny ruby eyes and his pink lips pressed in an unimpressed line. he’s only in a black vest and grey joggers, muscled arms and shoulders out. you just want some attention, maybe roll in bed with him. the usual.

bakugou hates how much he loves when you’re like this. saying words he’d cringe at but ultimately adores coming out your mouth. he huffs, closing his eyes and leaning back on his head rest.

he plays along because he’s tired and you’re more interesting than his paperwork.

“no way,” he deadpans, eyes still shut. his thumbs rub along your waist, “since when?”

you kiss his jaw because how couldn’t you? that makes him look at you though, patiently waiting to hear your answer even though he roughly knows it.

you shuffle on his lap to get more comfortable, playing with the wisps of his hair.

“since i first saw you. when mina introduced me to you i thought you were so gorgeous,” you say and bakugou focuses on each word leaving your lips. he swears he knows this, you’ve told him this before but still his ego swells. you, whose beauty could make him believe in religion, thought he was attractive? bakugou calls himself lucky.

“that’s crazy,” he’s still got that monotone voice on but he entertains you by cocking his head to the side, “i thought you weren’t ugly too.”

you snort because you certainly don’t remember that. you remember being introduced to the blonde and right after, he rushed off to talk to kirishima while sending you these odd glares.

“now that’s a surprise. i thought i offended you and your bloodline with all the staring and frowning you gave me.”

hot hands sneak up your top, pressing to your sides. you notice the moon up in the sky through the window behind katsuki.

bakugou swears he’s too old to be embarrassed but his actions two years ago have a lot to answer for.

he groans, “i already told you, i was asking kiri about you. i wasn’t about to start talkin’ to you if you already had a man.”

you laugh, “why not? we could have been friends?”

he shakes his head, “nah, i’m not built for that unrequited love shit. listenin’ to you talk about him while i want you?”

“you’re lucky i was single then. also rewind, not ugly? i said gorgeous and you said not ugly?”

“stunnin’. beautiful. prettiest fuckin’ face i’ve ever seen.” he spills effortlessly because seeing you worked up over him is his favourite.

“that’s more like it.” you bite down on your lip, cheeks swelling with bliss.

it’s another moment of comfortable silence, staring at each other until you reach a new plain. he flicks his eyes down to your mouth first and then you do to his but nobody makes a move to kiss the other.

“i started to like like you once we started dating.”

“like like?” he huffs humorously and you only nod, “which date? the first one was shit. wasn’t surprised if you never saw me again after that.”

you gasp, “no it wasn’t!”

“it was a cinema date because i didn’t think i’d be able to hold a conversation for the whole time.”

you don’t mean to pout but you do, your heart warming your whole chest. “that’s so adorable.”

he rolls his eyes, “then i fell asleep during the movie.”

“so cute,” you coo, “that was my fault for offering to go out after work.”

“i wanted to see you.”

he bluntly states and you feel heat spread over your body like the first time he said those words to you on your first date.

“don’t say that like that.”

“why not?”

katsuki’s smirking and you know what that means so you switch the subject.

“i was going to say, i first like liked you when i saw you get angry for me.”

bakugou didn’t know that. with his eyes frowning, “really?”

“yeah. when i’d say things about my job then, you’d get visibly annoyed or remember when that guy cut in-front of me in the queue? you came over and told him to move all huffy and puffy like he disrespected me. when i’d just mention my day being shit, you’d get all growly over the phone and offer to help me, even though you usually couldn’t. i liked that.”

bakugou makes a sound of realisation, a small whisper, “never knew that.”

you just nod, pecking the tip of his nose. he just goes to peck your mouth after.

“i first liked you more than a crush when you wore that pink dress on the third date. made your ass look good.”

“oh my god. i struggled to put that one on.”

“i would’ve helped you take it off.”

you flick his forehead but before you get to rest your hand back on his shoulder, katsuki takes your hand and presses his lips to your three fingers. he speaks his next words against it.

“i knew it was more than a crush when you’d just talk to me about anythin’. felt like you trusted me, that you thought i was worthy of hearin’ your thoughts and it wasn’t somethin’ i had to try and prove. i spent so long tryin’ and provin’ that it was nice to just exist with you.”

your eyes widen all glossy and bakugou is quick, “don’t cry on me.”

you slap his arm, “i’m not! that is so sweet, what the hell?”

you slide your hands down to his chest so you can feel the vibrations of his laugh. the urge to kiss along the line of stubble on his jaw grows.

“it’s the truth.”

“i would talk so much and you’d just listen. i thought you were bored.”

“never bored. it was nice to hear someone else’s problems.”

“hey!”

“in a good way!”

you play with the gold chain across his collarbones, flicking your eyes up to his, “do you know when i first fell in love with you?”

bakugou doesn’t know why his heart races against his chest. like you both don’t utter the words during the day, through texts, through phone calls. but knowing the beginning seems intimate, like an answer for when anything goes wrong between you two he should go back to that time. he plays it off with humour.

“when i first showed you my fat cock? i remember how you gasped.”

you’re between a laugh and a choke, “honestly that was part of it,” bakugou mumbles a “really?” but you continue, “it was actually when we’d just sit in silence and it wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. remember in my old apartment we’d just cuddle on my sofa and i thought about how easy it all was. how i could say anything and it would be fine. how i could have sex with you and nothing would change for the worse after.”

bakugou’s eyes glow, “d’you still feel that now?”

“i love you, katsuki. of course i do. your turn.”

“this is gonna sound so stupid,” he grumbles, looking away from you but your fingers find his jaw to drag him back.

“try me.”

“you probably won’t even remember but it was when this guy came to argue with me on the street ‘cause he didn’t like dynamight. i was a dickhead, caused damage, you know the shit. then you just stepped in front of me and told him to fuck off. your hands were in fists and you were shorter than him. it was actually kinda funny,” bakugou gives a tiny smile, shy at his admission, “the same as your like like but i loved that you thought i needed protection too.”

you’re giving a big pout, your bottom lip drooping like you’re on the verge of an emotional outburst.

“how did this turn so emotional?”

bakugou gives you a sympathetic smile, void of any mockery. he shrugs, thumbs stroking against your cheeks softly, “easy to be honest with you.”

you make the first move, pressing your lips onto your lovers. you’re like the final piece of the puzzle for him, always incomplete without you. you mix beautifully like butter and sugar, dragging him in closer to you until your heat lands on the length under his joggers. you open your mouth for his tongue to slip through and with all this new knowledge of how you both started, of emotions and new beginnings, you’re desperate. you’re itching to pull his clothes off and breathe him in completely.

bakugou’s always been the more patient one between you two and that’s not saying much.

“wanna go bed?” he pulls away to mumble, eyes half lidded, lips plump and a hand sneaking in his joggers to readjust himself.

“you’re not too tired, right? i want you,” you speak so fast, he hardly catches it. the grin that bakugou never knew he had before you, shines through.

he stands up, holding you to him koala style with his hands on your ass. you lock your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, “no, i’m gonna make love to you.”

Day 49! Pretty boyyy