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hhighkey · 11 months

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Snakeskin // Chapter Four, family matters

Shinazugawa Sanemi x OC (female)

Rating: mature, general for now

Story Contains: sanemi is tasked to be a bodyguard, unhealthy relationships, family issues, violence, shitty men taking advantage of OC, mutual pining, she falls first he falls harder, strangers to lovers basically, hurt/comfort, sanemi tries really hard to be nice, OC is dense because she's been locked away most her life to be married off, loss of innocence, assault, eventual smut, dom sanemi, size kink, over protective sanemi, easily jealous sanemi, really really slowburn

Word Count: 2259

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The sound of sharp knuckles piercing the wooden door made Sanemi go on alert, reaching for his nichirin sword out of instinct. His fingers grasped the hilt with force as his movements became silent as he crept towards the door. He'd just finished getting ready and was going to head to Neon's room before the interruption. But he soon relaxed as a familiar voice made itself known. When Sanemi opened the door, Daisuke stood on the other side with a content look on his face.

"Mr. Mitsui wants to meet with you, you ready?"

"Yeah." Sanemi just grunted in return.

Daisuke nodded for him to follow, taking great pace down the halls, "advice, don't speak your mind. Only if he asks for it. Don't tell him how stupid of an idea it is to try to buy demons or whatever. It'll just anger him."

"Figured."

"Don't even try to back up my decision to bring you in. Just say you'll keep Miss Neon safe and leave."

"Got it." none of Daisuke's advice bothered Sanemi. He didn't care, he was here for Master. And the pay. If he had to catch his tongue every once and a while- so be it.

Sanemi continued to be awed by the sprawling mansion, more rooms and halls than he imagined a place could have. Surely bigger than his own estate by the butterfly mansion. Still, he memorized the paths they took by markers like the unique artwork. Soon the aura in the air changed, the amount of guards increased and windows became few. An eclectic door was at the end of the hall which Daisuke motioned him towards, alone. Sanemi had no care as he walked towards the door under careful eyes, he strode in as if he owned the place, couldn't be bothered. Then density of pure evil smacked him right in the face as he entered the room.

Mr. Mitsui was a surprisingly short man with pitch black hair. It was growing out from a once shaved style Sanemi could tell. He wore a loose robe with a pipe in hand that he smoked with dark eyes. A solemn glass sat half full with an amber liquid with round ice cubes, crackling from the cold touching room temperature liquid. His study was large, books and souvenirs lining the walls. Swords, artwork, vases, statues... expensive materials surrounded him to flex money. Men stood by his side and by the door, stoic faces clad in matching uniforms. Sanemi felt no fear towards the mafia boss or any of his thugs, knowing he could slice them to the ground in seconds. It almost amused him how hard they tried to show strength.

"You must be the hashira of the demon slayer corps." the mafia boss's voice was gravelly as he began to speak, "Daisuke insisted you'd be needed for my daughter. I assumed I should meet the boy who'd be with my daughter for the next couple days."

Sanemi felt anger flare in his chest from the sly remark, he was no boy. But he stopped himself from reacting and giving him a piece of his mind.

"What's your name?" Mr. Mitsui continued as he brought the pipe to his mouth.

"Shinazugawa Sanemi."

"And you hunt demons yes?"

"Yes."

"So regardless of demons, you can protect my precious Neon from people I assume?"

"Yeah." Sanemi crossed his arms, curious as to where the conversation was going. He wasn't surprised the mafia boss was straight to the point, not wanting to waste time. But Sanemi's answer wasn't exactly the truth- yes, he could easily protect her from any weak ass human, as they all were in his mind outside of hashira. But he certainly would make it no goal of his to slay a person unless it were in self defense. No.

"There's always threats on important families during the black market portion of the auction." he began to explain. "it would be nice to have the confidence that I wouldn't need to worry about her. You see, I keep my daughter hidden away so hardly anyone could recognize her. For her safety of course, my daughter is a light to me, for this family in a way." Mr. Mitsui stood up from his desk, gliding across the room to pour himself another class of liquor, "I want you to take care of my daughter like your life depends on it. They say having a boy is the biggest gift of all, but for this line of work a daughter is equally as good. As a daughter brings opportunity through marriage."

What the fuck, screamed in Sanemi's head.

"Now I would never deny her this auction, she looks forward to it each year. But this year, to increase our status as the monopoly merchant family because, even 'mom and pop' businesses will not do- I want demons. Their blood. Old slayer artifacts are of hot commodity right now, which don't worry nobody wants something from one that's alive." he chuckled cruelly, "I'm sure you think it's an insane idea; but, money wins over all and if I can successfully buy and transport demons under my care, it would be a masterful feat."

Sanemi felt like his head was going to pop off, smoke escaping from his ears. He almost felt dizzy from the ridiculous words that rolled off the tiny man's tongue. So he hears of the danger yet avoids the warnings? A real man knows when he's beat, when to listen, and stop. Yet these men who lead mafias of their country had no regard for innocent people and their families, feigning worry about them whilst enacting a death wish on them. Sanemi almost found it funny that Mr. Mitsui spewed love for his daughter but was making her vulnerable by doing this. Fuck, Sanemi felt determination run through him to just make sure Neon had a good time this weekend before her life seemingly falls apart before her father gets into demon trading. Pathetic.

It infuriated Sanemi thinking of his own past- that he would have done anything to keep his family out of harms way from demons, never fathoming bringing demons into their lives for power. In a selfish way, Sanemi hoped this backfired on Mr. Mitsui and he can learn like the rest of society that came in contact with demons.

Mr. Mitsui fished around in a drawer beneath his desk, pulling out a clothed bag, "this is filled with gold and silver coins, for each day of the auction you'll be given a new one for Neon to spend."

The tiny purple bag with drawstrings at the top was slid across the top of the desk. Sanemi just nodded and took it, feeling the weight of it burn his hand by the incomprehensible amount probably inside, "okay."

"I suggest you don't let her do the bidding." Neon's father chuckled, "she sees too much good and honesty in people, you've probably already seen. She's precious, isn't she?"

Sanemi swallowed hard, just staring at the shorter man without a response. He tried to rid of the flames in his eyes or how clear his face showed his anger, he needed to seem like he couldn't care less, "is there anything I need to know to do my job?"

"Hm," the mafia boss grunted, "day two is when the underground auction begin, Neon should stay in when the sun goes down. Some are worried that demons could make their escape."

Strange that Master didn't find the situation to warrant multiple Hashira in the area- unless he was just left in the dark about such plans, "how have... the demons managed to be captured?"

"From my understanding, strong metal bars lined with wisteria. And they're also weak demons in general, only having consumed a person or two. Is this information important?"

Perhaps that was why Master didn't see Sanemi needing backup, "yeah, never heard of anything like it before."

"As night falls that's when the underground auctions will begin, security will be tight but with the uniform I've given you, you will have no issues going anywhere. Any buildings that hoist symbols of crows signify the difference.."

It was like he talked in riddles and Sanemi took every word he spoke to register it in the back of his brain, "I see. We'll steer clear."

It angered Sanemi that someone could endanger their family the way Mr. Mitsui did, with no thought to his actions having consequences. People should appreciate and care for what they had better, not how the Mitsui's did.

Sanemi could tell if was time for him to take his leave, the guards shuffling and the conversation fizzing out. So the demon slayer turned on his heels to leave,

"One last thing before you go."

He stopped, looking back, "what."

"Limit who talks to Neon, especially men."

"Yeah sure."

Sanemi couldn't have cared less about his last comment, the man needed to relax about his daughter's social interactions. He huffed as he left the office, escorted out by the guards and pointed in the right direction of the kitchen and then Neon's room. Sanemi prepared himself for another day with the talkative, happy-go-lucky girl.

Neon was bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waited for Sanemi to arrive— and when he did, she practically bombarded him with questions. For a girl hardly allowed to go anywhere she was dressed and ready as if she would be seeing everyone in the town. Hair pristine, makeup, and not a wrinkle on her kimono.

"Are you excited for tomorrow?"

"Sure." he responded dryly, staring down at the tiny girl as she rocked back and forth on her heels in front of him. God she was so tiny...

"You don't sound too positive."

"I'm not a positive person." Sanemi countered as he stepped past her and to take a seat. He knew she wouldn't mind as he plopped himself down at a table.

"I am."

"I've realized."

"Well," she huffed with a pout sensing his lack of interest in talking, "once you see the auction in full swing you'll have a change of heart. I want to look at everything."

"What is it you even want? Can't get everything."" Sanemi asked casually as he leafed through the book's pages that sat on the table in front of him. It was a historical flower booklet.

"Well I love fragrance, so anything along those lines. There's supposed to be a really rare one for sale on day two," her eyes were sparkling as she talked, rambling on and on as Sanemi listened intently (until it became to much to bear, "so basically I am willing to do anything to smell it, because if it doesn't smell good on me why would I want it?" he didn't understand as she talked about layers within perfume or which ingredients she preferred. To be honest, it bored him.

"Okay well, guess we'll find it."

"We can look for things you're interested in too." Neon said absentmindedly as she skipped towards her bed to hop up.

"What?" he was thrown off by her statement, which rarely ever happened, looking at her with blank eyes.

"Is there anything you'd like?" she reiterated.

"I don't know what gets sold at this auction. So I don't care." he grunted.

"Hm but consider it my thank you?"

"I'm getting paid to be here." he told her that yesterday but apparently it didn't seem to get through her thick skull.

"Still." she grinned looking back at him, eyes squinted as she seemed genuinely excited. Which annoyed him.

Sanemi was in a worse mood than usual as his thoughts were stuck on his conversation with Neon's father. He understood when he took the job what it was, but hearing it from that man's grimy mouth sent shivers down his spine. A man like him didn't deserve to live. Those involved with this underground market didn't deserve their lives as they threatened others with the outrageous need for power. And power over demons never worked.

Neon recognized that Sanemi wasn't an outwardly kind person, a harsh exterior and personality that wouldn't mesh with hers in the slightest. Yet, she liked him! He'd come around to her the more they talked she was sure, he was the only person she had to spend time with for now. And there was no way he wouldn't warm up to personality as she planned to figure out his interests, to try to do something to show her appreciation.

"You know Sanemi-san, there'll be ohagi for dinner!" she squeaked feeling excited for dinner, liking being able to do things for others.

He couldn't deny the fact he was looking forward to that, but he wouldn't tell her, "Mhmm."

Sanemi was proving to be tougher to crack than she imagined after they were able to get along fairly well yesterday. Maybe he woke up on the wrong side of the bed! So Neon figured she'd let him have his quiet as he nonchalantly fiddled with his uniform sleeve still sitting on one of the couches. She studied him as she would glance up from the pages she couldn't seem to finish reading. Even with the scars he was incredibly pretty, he looked strong, and something about his eyes seemed so honest. As someone who wanted to be useful for the people in her life, Neon hoped to brighten up his a bit as he was constantly surrounded by the darkness that came with demons.

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holychocopie · 2 years

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Bodyguard!Sanemi x F!Reader - part 2

Getting bullied at school 😭

Authors' notes: I am so sooooo SO sorry it took so long for me to update. I went on holidays to from New Zealand to France then back, 18.000km, 30 hours flight... Before that I had to pack and organise, then I was so jetlagged for 2 weeks after that!! Now I'm also job-hunting so I'm busy af. But hey, part 2 is finally here, and part 3 is half way done so hopefully it will be posted by the end of the month! Bear with me friends 💗 Warnings: F!Reader, swearing (as per usual), R-word, mention and depiction of bullying (I tried to keep it soft-ish), not proof-read Word count: 1812 Intro - Part 1 - Masterlist

After the fiasco of your last shopping trip, you decided to take your little war against Bodyguard!Sanemi down a notch. All things considered, he isn’t that bad. As long as you mind your own business and follow his rules, he will remain nothing but a discreet shadow.

School, on the other hand, has become a problem.

There is a new transfer girl and she wants it all. Her name : Ume.

She’s not as rich as you (not many people are, even in the elite school where your parents signed you up), but in a matter of days, she’s become definitely more popular.

You don't mind too much at first; you have always been the weird one after all, the dork with only a handful of real close friends, and it’s been perfect this way so far. Not perfect for her visibly, since she started attacking you from her very first day on campus.

At first it was only mild mockery and childish provocations, so you shrugged it off. But Ume is persistent and visibly determined to get a reaction from you, although you aren’t sure why. Does she want your friends to herself? Is it because you have more money? Is it because, despite being a nerdy introvert at school, you are more popular with the media?

So eventually, it has become more concrete: she would spill food or drinks on you by ‘accident’, push you when passing by, make it very obvious when whispering or cackling with her group that they are gossiping about you…

And then the last incident to date: at the end of your day, as you were leaving the campus while chatting enthusiastically with your best friend Mitsuri, you unexpectedly lost your footing. You stumbled forward not so graciously and would probably have landed straight on your face if it hadn’t been for Mitsuri and her ninja-like reflexes, catching you in extremis. You totally scratched the palm of your hands though! 🤧

You hadn’t seen your nemesis walking up to you, and the damn bitch tripped you. "Whoops! Do you even know how to walk properly, or are you a retard?" she chuckled nastily as she passed you. "Where are we now? Back to fucking primary school?!" you had mumbled angrily as you rubbed your hands on your uniform’s skirt with a pained face while she walked away from you without a second glance.

Of course, Sanemi saw everything since it happened just by the gates, and when you reached the car, he opened the door for you and casually asked: "What was that ?" "Nothing." You didn’t want to give him any reason to mock you, you didn’t need any more bullying.

What you didn’t realise though, was that Sanemi hadn’t asked in order to gloat or mock, but because he was worried. Professionally, of course. It’s his job to keep you safe after all. Of course, from obvious threats such as terrorists, gangs, your father’s competitors, etc. But that also includes protecting you from school bullies.

Your bodyguard isn’t allowed in classes but he is free to roam around the school grounds. So far, he has stuck to the outskirt of the campus, since the school has its own security system and intervention team, and Sanemi seemed satisfied enough when reviewing their lockdown procedures. But since the last incident with Ume, you have seen him more often than not whenever you’re not in class.

He’s not shadowing you like he usually does when you go out, but he is never too far. Is this jerk worried? you wonder. ‘Cause he certainly acts like a helicopter mom…

Yet, you can’t help the feeling of safety when he’s in your field of vision.

There has been no further incidents over the last couple of days. You can tell it’s more of a ‘calm before the storm’ kind of situation, and sure enough the calm doesn't last: on the third day of peace, you’re very grateful for Sanemi's most intense scruteny…

While on your way to PE – horse riding of course, ‘cause yeah, rich people school and all… and you suck at golf anyway – you find yourself cornered by Ume and her followers, behind one of the many buildings on the way there. You had nearly forgotten about her and her obsession with you, so you slightly jump when she appears from around the corner, a sly smile on her painted lips, her hands on hips, posing like a victorious villain.

"What’s with the surprised Pikachu face… You didn’t think I was done with you, were you?" she asks when she’s close enough to poke you just under the collarbone, her well-manucured pointing finger painfully diging in your flesh as she steps forward menacingly, forcing you to step back. "Who’s that guy following you around by the way? Your babysitter?" she chuckles, triggering her friends' laughter.

At the mention of the white-haired bodyguard, you look around, intuitively searching for him. That’s when you notice that Sanemi, for once, is nowhere to be found. You gulp.

You put on confident face and shrug nonchalantly, trying to appear as casual and relaxed as you can when, in reality, fear is starting to creep up at the back of your mind. You know too well what the crowd effect can lead to, especially when cruaulty is involved, and right now it’s you against half a dozen other teens.

You hope she won't notice the slight tremble in your voice when you say: "Why do you care? He’s your kinda guy or something? I thought that you were more into that green, curly-haired guy who picks up… Oh, wait! He’s your brother, is he not? My bad…"

You knew you should have stayed quiet and be the better person, but she was getting on your nerves and this was the straw that broke the cherry on your cake. As you could expect, Ume doesn’t take your hints at her slightly dodgy relationship with her older brother very well. She also really doesn’t seem to like that you talk back to her this time around.

She steps forward angrily, her perfect model-like silhouette only centimetres away from yours. And while you expected her to threaten you, she unexpectedly pushes you roughly against the wall, the fancy red bricks hurting your back and ribs with the shock.

As you painfully land on your ass, you hear a few people in her group gasp, not quite ready for the straight up display of violence. The others however giggle like shameless turkeys.

She looks down at you with a victorious expression on her face, but before any snarky comment can come out of her mouth, her features turn from desdain to pain. She bends forward as a loud crack can be heard.

Sanemi appears behind her; he’s holding her arm twisted and locked in her back. "You wanna die, brat?" It sounds more like a death threat than an actual question when the words leave his mouth.

His expression is pure wrath, but a nasty, dangerous grin is spread across his lips, which gives him the look of a deranged psychpath like Nicholson in The Shining.

"What the hell? You can’t do this to me! I’m a student here!" Ume screams. But Sanemi takes his job very seriously and he would use any means necessary. So his answer didn’t really come as a surprise.

"I don’t give a shit. You can be from the emperial family, I’ll still break your arm if you touch her again."

"I’ll report you !"

He laughs. "Please, do so. That way my employer will praise me for doing a great job and I’ll get a payrise."

You stand up and dust your pants off. "She got the message, let’s go." You wrap yourself in your dignity, your best resting bitch face on, and walk away from the group. You don’t see Sanemi letting her go, but you hear her overly loud, painful moan and your bodyguard’s footsteps in the peebled pathway that leads to the stabbles as he follows you closely.

Once you’re far enough from Ume and her group, you stop and turn to look at him. "What? You hurt or something?" he asks grumpily.

If you didn’t know him better, you’d definitely believe he is seriously worried for you. He even checks your figure up and down, scanning you for potential injuries. And that makes you feel good, warmth sorta blooming inside as your heart skips a beat.

You sigh and shake your head no as you speak: "If she reports you, my dad may not fire you for it, but the school will ban you from accessing the grounds. They might even take trespassing measures to keep you at a minimum distance if Ume’s brother makes noise about your little display of strength just then. And, if you can’t physically look after me and protect me, you’re no use to my dad eventually, and he will replace you."

"Why do you care? You made it pretty clear that you hate me."

He didn't hesitate when he asked and you don’t know if it is the question itself, or the way he cocks his head curiously at you, or even the sound of legit surprise in his voice, but you wonder why, indeed. Why do I care that he doesn't get fired when that's pretty much all I ever wanted since we met? Wouldn’t it be amazing if he could just disappear?

"I… I don’t—hate you," you admit in a barely audible voice. "I just don’t like you…"

"Same shit, isn’t it? At the end of the day, you want me gone."

It hurts you. Sanemi’s resigned words, and how aware he was of your resentment. He probably thinks of you as some spoiled, heartless bitch. You sigh, put on an annoyed face as you answer with exagerated pride: "I do. But if you get fired, I want to be the one to get you kicked out, not some random bitch. Besides, ‘better the devil you know’, right? My dad would replace you anyway… So might as well keep you around rather than having to cope with some Rambo. You’re not so bad after all."

He looks at you in a weird, undescribable way, with his lavender eyes fixed on you. For a hot second, you can't help but notice how pretty they are when they catch the light like amethysts.

Then eventually, he shrugs and chuckles. "Whatever," he says as the both of you start walking again.

When you reach your horse, you get him ready in silence, Sanemi only half a dozen metres away from you. Then as you climb, you mumble just loud enough, "Thank you anyway."

You don’t linger around and quickly take off. You don’t see Sanemi's expression soften.

"Looks like you’re not so bad after all either, you little shit."

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peachdues · 8 months

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peach i cant fucking wait for that bodyguard au

everytime my brain flashes the tease of that draft i fuckijg throb all over

hehehehe

NSFW under the cut 🛑 MNDI 🛑

THE BODYGUARD AU

Rengoku x Sanemi x F!Reader

Sanemi was grinding deliciously into her, holding her with such care and reverence that Y/N thought she might cry.

It was wrong — so, so wrong of her to fuck her bodyguard and to let him fuck her, but the way Sanemi’s hips swiveled against her, the way his bare cock dragged against her walls while he kissed her neck, felt so fucking good that she couldn’t stop.

The door to her bedroom banged open, and Sanemi was quick to cover her body with his own, concealing her from sight as he assessed the threat.

The threat, however, was no stranger; it was Rengoku, leaning against her doorway, a strange mixture of anger and heat blazing in his golden eyes, an unsettling smirk pulling at his lips.

“By all means, don’t let my presence interrupt you,” he purred. Above her, Y/N saw Sanemi grin, his hips beginning to roll back into hers, even as she squeaked. “I just wanted to ensure Agent Shinazugawa was tending to your needs.”

Sanemi abruptly snapped his hips against hers, Y/N’s head falling back against her pillow as she cried out, a lewd squelching beginning to sound as he repeated the movement again and again.

“I think she’s taken care of,” his voice was rough as his hand came to her breast and began rolling a hardened nipple between his fingers. From the doorway, Rengoku’s eyes narrowed on her chest, and his mouth began to water at the thought of taking one of her soft mounds between his lips.

“But by all means, Agent Rengoku, if you think you should inspect for yourself,” Sanemi trailed off as the force of his thrusts increased, the bed posts beginning to rock against her wall.

Through the daze that the scarred bodyguard had fucked into her mind, the implication of Sanemi’s suggestion settled. To her surprise, Y/N clenched even harder around the cock currently threatening to bruise her cervix, a small whimper slipping past her lips.

“Oh?” Sanemi turned his attention back down to his beautiful employer, goosebumps erupting over his skin as he felt her molten heat tighten around him. “You like that idea, do you sweetheart?”

Sanemi’s rough thumb found the bundle of nerves between her legs and pressed, Y/N’s moans turning to cries as she writhed beneath him. “You want me to stop so you can show Rengoku how good this pussy feels?”

Y/N’s head began to shake as tears gathered in the corner of her eyes. “Don’t stop!” She gasped, her nails sinking into the rocky muscle of Sanemi’s shoulders, as though to keep him in place. “B-both,”

Sanemi’s hips stuttered against hers as Rengoku’s breath caught in his throat. But Y/N only repeated those damnable words once more, as her hand flung out towards the doorway, beckoning.

“I want you both.”

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muzansfangs · 9 months

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Guilty pleasure.

Starring: Muzan x f!reader; Kokushibo, Genya Shinazugawa, Sanemi Shinazugawa (mention to past relationship between Sanemi and the reader), Kanae (mentioned);

Warnings: fluff, angst, mention to death and murder, panic attack, puking, platonic relationship between the reader and Genya, bullying, language, sugar daddy dynamics.

Plot: The day of your first public appearence with Muzan has finally arrived. The plan is simple: you need to pretend to casually bump into each other at the park. Trying to chase away some anxiety, you cross the gates and make your way to the designed area he had asked you to be but you hear someone’s voice. Ghosts from your past force you to step in the middle of a fight and you do not hesitate to stand up for your ex’s younger brother. Shaken by some informations you heard from him, you run away only to bump into Muzan. Smile, smile for the camera. It is your first encounter, after all.

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HOW WE MET.

"Kokushibo, I'm not ready for this" you whispered, fanning yourself with your hand in the car.

The bodyguard sitting next to you, his hands gripping the steering-wheel tightly, glanced at you briefly and quizzically quirked an eyebrow up. Today was a special day for you, but sadly a dreadful day for him. He was the unlucky one who had to deal with the future First Lady about to make her first public appearence with Muzan.

Actually, an anxious First Lady.

Why were you panicking? Well, it was not the fact that you were going to be in public with him for the first time. On the contrary, it would have been kind of fun. What troubled you was that he wanted it to look real. It would have not been a simple stroll around the park with him. You had to literally pretend it was your first encounter ever.

"Don't screw it up. We have to feed them a perfect love story, a fairytale", Muzan had told you yesterday night, when you were still a panting mess sitting on his lap.

It was a lot to deal with. How could you pretend you did not know him, after all the wicked things he had done to you and the possessive words he had never stopped whispering in your ear since you had moved over. Also, you were getting so comfortable around him that you had no trouble in confronting him. You were free to tease him like no one else dared to do.

Your relationship, whatever it was made of, was already developing.

"Yes, you are" Kokushibo flatly replied, as he pulled over in a nearly desolate street. The plan was simple. Kokushibo had to accompany you in the proximity of the park and you had to go there yourself. Naturally, the tall bodyguard would have kept an eye on you to make sure you would have gotten to your destination safe and sound, but it was better if you two did not interact on the road.

People could not know you knew each other.

You turned towards him, taking your sunglasses off in a dramatic manner, as you met his gaze. Were you seriously already feeling like a superstar? Probably.

"What?" you blurted out, blinking at him skeptically.

Kokushibo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in distress as, for the first time ever in his career, he questioned himself about why he had chosen to work for Muzan and deal with you.

"Get out of the car, or I'll kick you out of it" he said, darting his eyes on the road as you goggled at him. Kokushibo, the respectful and coldest hitman Muzan had, was slowly letting his mask slip out. Were you really getting on his nerves too? You had a talent for wrecking people's nerves, apparently.

"Excuse me?" you piped out, startled by his bluntness.

The man beside you turned his head to the side. He was probably glancing outside the car window, although you could not tell precisely were his gaze was directed. From the white collar of his white shirt, you could see a tattoo. It almost resembled a flame, but you were not too sure about it since his hair covered half of it. Kokushibo was the hardest person to read you had ever met.

"Shock therapy. It always works. There's no time for delay and I am not the type who wipes tears off of your face. Do not expect hugs from me either. Get yourself together and go" he replied calmly, not averting his eyes from the road.

You parted your lips in disbelief as you listened to the stolid man scolding you, as if you were a child. You were stunned in silence, still processing his command as he unlocked the car doors without even glancing back at you to assess your reaction. He was right and you knew it. Yet, you still were determined to mess with him, to deliver him the message that you were not a child and he could at least try to be polite, despite the stressful situations Muzan was putting everyone in.

You pressed your lips together and curled your fingers around the silver handle of the car, clearing your throat "Fine, Coconut. — you chimed, making him whip his head towards you again — Just make sure to get that broom out of your ass, while I'm gone. See you later" you piped put, hopping down of the car and gently closing the door behind you.

You did not even bother glancing back at Kokushibo to assess his reaction. He was probably staring blankly at you. Also, it would have been useless checking on him, since the privacy car window prevented anyone to look into the vehicle.

As you took a deep breath and crossed the road to enter the park, you tried to remember Muzan's instructions. You had dressed as casually as you could, following his suggestion perfectly. Some black Converse, a pair of denim shorts and a black sleeveless shirt. You almost could feel the dim reflection of your old good self walking down the street as a common girl, enjoying the heat of the sun without worrying much about being watched by assassins, or careful not to disappint the devil she was dating.

The birds chirped as they flew from a brench to another, the warm summer breeze grazing your skin and flowing through your air, as you approached the exact spot where you were supposed to meet up with him, making you relax a tad more. The bittersweet scent of flowers pierced your nose and you faintly smiled as you watched a butterfly batting her white wings graciously.

You were about to text Muzan to ask him if he was on his way, when you heard a familiar voice among the boisterous ones of a group of teenagers not too far from you. You would have never mistaken it for someone else's voice. It was impossible, when its owner was a boy you had risked so much for in the past.

He was the brother you never had.

Your head immediately whipped towards the small group of guys, your grip on your smartphone tightening as your eyes widened even so slightly. It was him, you were right, and you were not going to stand still and watch him getting bullied by a bunch of rowdy brats. You did not even have to think twice, you had made up your mind in split second, forgetting about your mission as you jogged towards them.

"You freak, what's happened to your face?" one of the boys said, sneering at the dark-haired guy, gripping the collar of his purple jacket.

He was about to retort something, his fists clenching down his sides, when you stepped in and shoved that guy away from him. You knew he was perfectly capable of defending himself, but you could not let him getting in troubles again. Not under your watch, at least.

"How about you see what happens to yours, if you do not leave him alone?" you sharply asked him, arching your eyebrow as you watched the guy scoff and take a few steps back.

The air was thin as you made sure they took you seriously, as you stood tall in front of them. You were much older than them, they knew better than messing with adults and, therefore, they simply showed you their middle fingers and cussed as they walked away.

Once they had disappeared from your sight, you turned around and your eyes locked with his purple ones.

"Genya" you whispered as he threw his arms around your neck and hugged you tightly.

He had grown up since the last time you saw him. He was taller, a little more mature and muscular and, apparently, he did not feel that shy about hugging you anymore. You had not realized how much you had missed him until now, when he was in your arms.

You closed your eyes and allowed a comfortable silence to swallow you two, as if you were in a bubble, safe from the rest of the world.

"You didn't have to do it" Genya uttered then, his face still hidden onto the crook of your neck not daring to look up at you.

You sighed and slowly broke the embrace, smiling softly at him as you made eye-contact. Those eyes, those kind eyes, jarring with his slightly perpetually feral face, had always made your heart melt. How many times did you wipe his tears? How many times did you cook him a meal and how many times did you teach him how to go on a skateboard without losing balance? You had shared entire weeks with him, taking care of his needs and looking after his back, when Sanemi was not there.

"I don't want to see some handcuffs around your wrists" you joked, ruffling his hair lovingly.

The younger Shinazugawa hummed and averted his eyes from him, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket. It starteled you the way he was posing right now: it resembled Sanemi so much. Your heart ached, as flashes of your memories together played on repeat before your eyes. You had shared too much together not to care about them anymore.

You had been there for them that night. You were the first person who got to their home, when Sanemi called you in tears. There was blood everywhere. The small corpses of his brothers and sisters were still on the floor, their glassy eyes boring into yours as you held Genya in yours arms and tried to mend his wounds. Life had never been fair for them.

You knew their pain. You had felt it in your own heart too, after all.

"How are you?" you finally broke the silence again, watching the way Genya lowered his gaze on the dusty ground. Your heart dropped into your stomach, knowing damn well what that face meant.

"Do you want to hear the truth?" Genya asked you then, kicking a pebble aside to focus on something else that were not your eyes.

"Don't you ever lie to me. Three years ago, you had promised me you would have always been sincere to me. I expect you to stick up to your words" you said calmly, despite the war waging in your heart and the fear seeping into your veins with every passing second.

He furrowed his brows and shrugged, his gaze flicking up to meet yours once again as he finally spoke out "Honestly, since you're gone, it's been a living Hell. I miss you, we miss you".

A bullet through your heart would have probably hurt far less than his words. They cut deeper than a switchblade pushed into your heart and you gulped down nervously, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. You missed them too. Things with Sanemi, though, had got complicated back in time. You had arrived adrift, at a point of no return. He did not let you in anymore. He seemed to be distant, colder and then you heard him talking with Kyojuro about that girl with pink irises he had met at work.

Betrayal. You feared it more than anything else in the world and therefore you decided to cut all the ties before it happened.

Maybe it was a very rash thing to do, yet, you knew Sanemi like the back of your hand. He was falling in love with her. He was talking about that girl as if she could bring a smile on his face every single time they met. Hating her was not in your style, but you never wanted to be the spare wheel of someone's heart.

"I miss you too, Genya. — you replied in a softer tone, grasping his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze — Your brother and I could not work out together and we will not be able to fix the mess we made. This does not mean you cannot count on me, though. You can call me and text me whenever you want. Also, I think Sanemi's new girlfriend is not that bad, right?" you said, but you regretted it immediately as you watched Genya's eyes clouding over in saddness.

There was something else that he was not saying.

"Oh... Did they break up? Is she nasty?" you naively asked.

"She's dead. Kanae is dead" Genya flatly said.

Your eyes widened as he mentioned that name and, for a second, you thought you had gone mad. Kanae. Was Kanae the name of that famous girl? Was it not the same name of Shinobu's sister? A coincidence. It had to he a coincidence. Muzan could have not possibly been messing with your life as a puppet master even before you met.

"K-Kanae..." you murmured, stumbling on your own feet as you averted your eyes from your interlocutor to put some pieces of that devious puzzle together.

It should have not made sense, but it made some sense. You never got to know what Sanemi was doing for a living, but you had figured that he might have been an assassin and, if he had met Kanae at work, she was an assassin too.

Genya snapping his fingers in front of your face made you come back to Earth. He seemed concerned, you had zoned out for a little while apperently.

"Are you alright?" the dark-haired Shinazugawa said, scanning in your face perplexedly.

You sighed and squeezed your eyes shut, exhaling through your nostrils in frustration, before you shook your head gently "Actually, no. I just remembered I have to attend an important meeting. Please, go back home and text me, when you arrive" she fretted, kissing his forehead and running off.

Genya stood there, watching you dash away from him as if your life was literally in danger, but he did not question you that much. You were a beautiful disaster he had always loved and that he had missed so dearly.

He grinned and jumped on his skate, sprinting in the opposite direction of the one you had taken.

Sweat was beading your forehead as you approached the willow where you were supposed to wait for Muzan, but you were forced to slow down your frentic run as waves of nausea made your stomach clench. It was absurd, you needed more answers and Muzan ought you a lot of them.

You stopped and panted, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down. You had almost succeeded in it, until a familiar cologne pierced your nose and a firm touch, the touch that made you comfortable and irritated at the same time, on your shoulder made you stiff.

You could not stop it, your eyes widened, as you tried to walk away to prevent the catastrophic event to happen. However, he was so idiotic to think you were probably trying to ignore him and screw up his plan that he spun you around.

His red hues met yours for a split second, before you barfed on his expensive mocassins and he cussed under his breath in disbelief.

You blushed, as people started to gather around you, recognizing the famous politician, stuck in a rather embarrassing situation with you. Your mind went blank, already depicting the first page of the local magazins with a frame of you puking on Muzan's shoes in the middle of the park. Shame, panic, anxiety and fear of what Muzan was about to do made you take a step back, but he simply sighed and handed you a tissue.

"Are you alright, miss?" he whispered, actually sounding concerned and satisfied.

So, this is how you two officially met. At least, for the public.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! I finally updated another part of my Muzan’s series! I hope you can enjoy this chapter. It is maybe a little bit shorter than the usual length I stick to, but I specifically wanted it to be like that. There are feelings, there is angst and some fluff… There’s Genya, my little baby. Thank you so much for supporting my account and this story! Really, I did not expect it to be that appreciated. I feel your warmth and that’s important for a writer. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! Likes, comments and re-posts are deeply appreciated. @mrskokushibo I tagged you in this part because I tortured Koku and I wanted you to see it lmao

Until next,

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yandere-kokeshi · 9 months

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Heyoo!! I was wondering if Yandere Sanemi or Yandere Giyuu with a darling whose like Thorn from the hex girls?? AAA!! Im talkin bout pretty goth/alt girl whose in a rock band-! plays guitar and is just absoluetely feral!! (+Bonus points if shes a riot grrrl!!) GAHH! thank you for your time<33

Warnings: yandere behavior

A/N: why not both ;)? Hope you enjoy, darling <3

Sanemi Shinazugawa:

This man is absolutely feral for you. No matter how many times he sees you. Your singing, rock on attitude, and ALT style makes him incredibly confident.

Loves to show you off. Your hair, the obvious piercings, and clothing style often keeps people away, which he likes. But he loves to tell others quietly that you belong to him. Though, it’s not a secret with the obvious love marks on your neck and arms.

Any creepy mail or dudes who try to get in your pants are immediately confronted by Sanemi. He’s especially there during World Tours, which makes him more protective than ever; he takes his guard job very seriously.

Not one to scream your lyrics and show his support loudly, but Sanemi listens to every song – knows it by heart and loves to come to your rehearsals or concerts. Definitely acts like a bodyguard while you play on stage, and makes sure he has water on him at all times.

Names you all types of nicknames, some include: fox, girly, and magpie. Though, his favorite is obviously dumbass and love.

Your bandmates surprisingly like him, other than his possessive and clingy behavior – they can see he loves you, which lets him often come to your practice sessions.

Giyu Tomioka:

Your biggest fan. He makes sure to always come to your practices and be there in the crowd, frequently supporting you with his gentle smile.

Much like Sanemi, he’s not one to loudly scream that he loves you but rather shows his support and love through acts of service. Giyuu often gives you water, suggests taking a break when he senses you’re tired, and surprises you with your favorite homemade food he made just for you. All he asks is a kiss and a hug.

The band knows Giyuu and regularly teases you. Not rudely but rather poking at you for fun because of his shy and distant behavior, rarely does he talk to any other mates but you.

Loves it when you hum at home or around him. If he could, he’d fall asleep in your lap; it’s a beautiful tone, just a perfect pitch that he’s able to swoon with his eyes.

Frequently recommends you go solo. While he doesn’t understand the risks, you’d be taking that, and you admire your bandmates a lot – though, that doesn’t stop Giyuu from asking you to teach him some of your equipment.

Gets a bit disappointed when you want to go on World Tours, but quickly shoves his own feelings down as he knows this means a bunch to you. He promises that after he talks to the Head-Master, he’d come to you as fast as he can

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My Masterlist :)

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colourstreakgryffin · 8 months

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Hii how's everything been?? since i love universe-destroying drama can I get aaaaa... platonicyan!Genya vs yan!Senjuro for Shinazugawabrotherslittlesister!reader who's super sweet n cute n cheerful but super silly, naive n clumsy In a modern/highschool AU?? (I kinda think that even tho a yan!Senjuro wouldnt be as near as horrifying as Yan!Kyojuro but still scary in his own way since he'll probably lean on the more guiltripping/manipulative/clingy type)

Slay, Serve, Survive,

- ✨

(P.S I love love love ur works I read them like bedtime stories)

My everything has been wonderful, thank you! Oooh! That’s interesting! I’ll try it! Senjuro is new for the KNY Yandere! These two are above 20+ btw!

Yandere! KNY Hashira Scenarios: Platonic! Shinazugawa Genya Vs Romantic! Rengoku Senjuro

You met Rengoku Senjuro, thanks to having a temporary training with Rengoku Kyojuro. To you and everybody around you, Senjuro is being a polite sweetheart by offering you drinks and refreshments whilst to Senjuro, he felt a intense wave of love strike him as he watched you laugh with his older brother

After that spectacular day, Senjuro just couldn’t stop thinking about you. He wanted to find you again and stir up a connection with you. Some sleuthing later and he finds it about your connection to the two known Shinazugawas

You’re a Shinazugawa yourself! The younger sister of Sanemi and Genya. After Sanemi disappeared from your life, Genya grew emotionally attached to you to a extreme. He nearly lost you to his own mother and he can’t lose you again, you’re one of his ties keeping him okay

Genya, at first, was completely fine with Senjuro wanting to befriend you but upon noticing those strange glares and belonging stealing behind your back, he quickly becomes against the Rengoku

Genya’s obsession with you is VERY different from Senjuro’s obsession with you. Genya needs you to be safe and his possessive nature is entirely centred around protecting you, keeping you away from the threats. Whilst Senjuro’s mind-cracking passion around you is all for romance, all for the powerful love he has developed

They both love your silly, sweet and cheerful demeanour so much. You make this rather dark world brighter and they are willing to latch to your sunshine to divert it to be given to them. Genya needs his little sister in his life and Senjuro needs you to be his future bride

Senjuro cannot attack or kill his rivals, he can barely swing a katana. Genya has a upper hand to him for his fighting skills, but he has more emotional means to convince you to ignore your older brother. Manipulation, raw emotional manipulation and guilt-tripping

Genya’s own love may not be romantic but it’s just as strong as Senjuro’s. He loves you so much and the thought of losing you to Senjuro has his heart cracking, so he must throw hands to prevent this horrible nightmare to ever come to lord. Genya won’t actually kill Senjuro himself but he gives him lots of dirty-eyes

Both Genya and Senjuro are equally clingy and possessive over you. Everybody around you can be a threat and they are beyond protective, one is more effective then the other but they are truly your 24/7 bodyguards, that it gets so badly overwhelming

Genya is hot-tempered enough to start a verbal argument with Senjuro. Who does he think he is, just showing up and trying to take away his little sister for his stupid sick fantasies?! Senjuro may not be able to use a breathing technique but he won’t take his shit. He is a composed passive-aggressive push-back, that can be scary with the way he glared

Genya does his best to try hide you away from Senjuro by going out at very specific times and keeping you with him constantly during missions. Your older brother will inform you that the boy you see as a friend is dangerous and you should always avoid him. It’s all means of trickery to get around losing you

The fights of these two get so unbelievably bad that the Hashira associated with them just intervene and seperate them for hours straight. They both beg you to come with them but you’ll end up going with Shinobu, making the two boys flip their shit

Senjuro is a worshipper, alongside his vivid fantasies over you. He takes the smaller of your belongings when you’re at his mansion to obsess over after placing on a shrine he made for you. He prays to it every night for god to make you love him back

Thanks to all the years you’ve spent with Genya, he knows every tiny detail about you and he can easily predict what you’re thinking, so even if you try to sneak out at night. He is four steps ahead of you and dragging you back to your bedroom, he can’t process the reason of your crying properly

They both fight and push each other anytime you get slightly hurt, due to your clumsiness. It’s a disaster with Genya and Senjuro shoving and yelling at each other to get away from you. Everything is such a dramatic screenplay, the way they mix between concern for you and fighting with each other

“Baby sister! Come here! Don’t go with Rengoku, stay with me! I know you better and I have lots of fun stuff to do! Do you remember your favourite board game? I got a new copy of it!”

“Dokusha-chan. Please don’t leave, I’ve cooked so much great foods for you and it’d just break my heart if you had to leave. I got you a new fun game to play! Why don’t you stay?”

Sorry! I just realised I forgot to add the Highschool AU thingy! Hope it’s okay!

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megantrancyfanfics · 2 years

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They can’t know | bodyguard Sanemi Shinazugawa x princess reader smut

Warning: mentions of spiking a drink, throwing up

Sexual warning: neck kissing, teasing, fingering, clit rubbing, dry humping, choking, hickeys, spanking, cunnilingous, cream pie. Names: “m’lady”, “your majesty”, “darling”, “naughty girl, and “dirty girl” will be used. THIS WILL BE A LONG ASS STORY

Gender: female

Tags: @animupiglett

Notes: I really hope y’all enjoy this💚

Plot: Sanemi Shinazugawa, your best friend, bodyguard, and secret lover.At the ripe age of 10, you were given a bodyguard. Your father was fearful of you having such a kind heart like your mother, you would suffer the same fate as her, so, your father hired Sanemi to be with you.

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“M’lady, are you ready to go?” Sanemi asked, allowing himself into your room, only to see you standing in front of your full length mirror in a short frilly dress. “…is this what your father wants you to wear?”

You frown, turning to face him with a sigh. “Yeah. It’s so ugly, and short..I’m fearful if I move the wrong way I will be exposed. ‘Nemi, is this supposed to be the dinner where I find a suitor?” Your heart sank after asking that question. You and Sanemi have a deep connection, and both love each other more than anything else in this world. You wished there was a way your father would allow Sanemi to marry you.

“I don’t think so, your father will be with you for this meal, so it’s probably just to get things ready for that time.” Sanemi says with a sigh, fixing his glove.

You walked over to the white haired man, before wrapping your arms around him, laying your head on his chest. “I don’t want to get married to anyone but you..”

“Y/n, you know that’s not possible..” he says placing his hand on the back of your head, then kissing the top of your head. “I wish it was..but there’s no possible way, now, we must get going before your father gets angry at us again.”

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“M-m’lady..we can’t do this right now..” Sanemi breathed out, as you sat on top of his lap in the limo, your mouth attached to his neck, before kissing up to his jawline.

“But Sanemi I’m craving you. You fill me up so well~” you coo, gently rolling your hips against that slight tent in his pants, making him let out a soft groan.

“You’re being so naughty. Imagine if someone saw us right now? Your reputation as the perfect innocent princess would be ruined.” He said sliding his hand down to your clit, softly rubbing it making your mouth hang slightly agape.

You whimpered, making Sanemi let out a soft chuckle. “Oh? Is that what you want? You want someone to watch you take the dick of your servant? You want someone to watch how much of a slut you are for your protector? You’re such a dirty girl.”

“Look at what you did to me Sanemi. I was a pure princess. Now I’m just a slut for you.” You say grabbing the collar of his jacket and pulling him in for a deep tongue filled kiss.

“10 more minutes before we are at the place.” The limo driver spoke into the speakers making both of you jump and pull back.

“Just wait until we get home, slut.” Sanemi said rubbing your lipstick off of his neck, jawline, and lips.

“I can’t wait.” You said before climbing off of his lap and plopping down onto the seat beside him.

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The meal was going rather well the first half. You were sitting at the very end of a long table. A prince, his father, mother, and 2 brothers, along with your father sat at this table as well. The prince’s protector standing directly behind him, just as Sanemi was for you. It was a nice evening, the meal was cooked to perfection, the small talk was just small enough to not make it awkward. You had started to wonder if this dinner had anything to do with a peace treaty before your father cleared his throat, and said something that made your blood run cold.

“So, how many kids do you want?” Your father asked to the oldest prince. You choked on the water you were drinking, making all eyes go on you.

“P-pardon me.” You choked out, making the prince smile, holding back his laughter before he answered the question.

“You see, I will leave that up to the princess if she chooses me to be her husband. She is the one that will go through the pain, so if she only wants one, then so be it.”

“If it’s only one you better make sure it’s a son so he can inherit the throne” the king said raspily.

“That’s considerate of you.” Your father spoke, bringing the whine glass up to his lips. “The other suitors want at least 5.”

You stared at the table in front of you, your vision blurring with every passing second. Was this a panic attack? Was it because they were talking about kids? No. Something wrong. You started to panic, your breath quickening, your body felt like it was going cold and numb. Your eyes met with the youngest prince, a smirk softly pulling at the corners of his mouth. Did he spike your drink?

“Your majesty, are you ok?” Sanemi asked placing his hand on your shoulder before looking at your glass of water. The ice was not floating on the top, in fact it was sank to the bottom. Sanemi sucked in a breath, a vein in his forehead popping up as he was visibly pissed.

“Sir, someone spiked your daughters drink, she needs to go home and be treated right this instant.” Sanemi yelled, making your father look at your cup before looking at the other king. Sanemi knowing this could get ugly very quick, pulled the chair away from the table before picking you up bridal style, saying a quick excuse us then quickly exiting to the limo.

You were lucky you didn’t drink too much of the water, so throwing it up in the limo made you feel a lot better.

“Those bastards.” Sanemi spat out, before letting out an aggravated sigh.

“Think of it this way, my father will be busy for a few hours trying to figure out why they would want to hurt me, meaning we have the castle wing to ourselves.” You say grabbing 5 mints and popping them into your mouth.

“You literally just drank a spiked drink and you’re still horny?”

“Of course, I am your slut Sanemi. Just being around you makes me so wet.”

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Once the two of you stepped foot in your room, you were pushed up against the door, your hands above your head as sanemi’s tongue explored your mint tasting mouth with each kiss, pulling away only when he needed air.

“Be a good slut and give me pleasure.” He says letting your hands go. You fell to your knees, your hands traveling up his thighs, to his pants to unzip them. Pulling them down to reveal his underwear, you gently palmed him, a relaxed sigh escaping his mouth as you pulled his underwear down, his erection nearly slapping your face when freed from its tight imprisonment.

You spit on the tip before wrapping one of your hands around it, spreading your spit on his dick, the other playing with his balls.

“U-use your mouth you dirty slut.” He commanded, giving you a few seconds to react to his command, when you didn’t do what he wanted, a tch left his mouth before he gripped your hair, making you look at him. “I said use your mouth. Unless you don’t want any pleasure from me tonight.”

You whimpered, knowing if Sanemi threatens something you better do what he wanted or else you won’t be getting whatever he threatened.

Your tongue licked around his tip, before licking the sensitive vein that ran on the underside of his cock. Feeling his thighs start to shake under you, you abused that vein before putting the tip into your mouth: swirling your tongue around the tip a few times before shoving more in. You kept going until you felt yourself gag. You got halfway down, with your hand, you rubbed the rest while sucking him off. Sanemi’s head rolled back as a soft groan escaped his mouth, his hips gently rolling into your mouth.

As his high quickly arose, the rolls of his hips quickly became faster before they turned into thrusts as he fucked your mouth: filling your mouth with his cum.

“You better swallow every bit. If even a drop spills, you will not get pleasure.” He says as he slowly pulls his cock out, shortly stopping when the only thing left in your mouth was his tip. He watched as you hollowed out your cheeks, and felt your tongue quickly try to get to the top of your mouth, trying to keep all of his cum in. When he pulled out completely, he quickly watched to see if any cum came out. When he watched you swallow he was impressed.

“Well, I guess you can listen to directions. Now, get out of that hideous dress, and lay on your back on your bed.”

You quickly got off your knees, doing exactly what he said. Sanemi kicked off his pants and underwear that once pooled at his ankles before removing his jacket, leaving him completely naked. He walked towards the bed, kicking the dress that was in his way before climbing up on the bed, stoping directly in front of you.

“Your father has some nerve putting you in such a short hideous dress. Those bastards could have snuck a peak at what’s mine if they really wanted to.” He said bringing his face down close to your cunt. His hot breath tickling it, making your hole tighten around nothing.

“This is mine? Isn’t it?” He asks, before he licked your clit, making you let out a whimper. You nodded. Unsatisfied with your answer, he slapped your pussy. “I can’t hear a fucking nod. I asked you a question I expect you to answer.”

“Y-yes it belongs to you, my pussy belongs to you.”

“Good girl.” He cooed. “Good girls get rewards. Do you want your reward?”

“Yes, please.” He smirked before pulling you closer to him. He licked along your hole, to your clit, where he attached his lips. His tongue flipped the bud multiple times, sending powerful shocks of pleasure through your body before sucking hard on your clit. Your hand quickly grabbed onto his hair, your toes curling as you moaned loudly. You moaned out his name, occasionally rolling your hips as your legs shook. He never stopped abusing your clit with his tongue until you came, leaving his chin shiny with your cum when he sat up. “You’re such a dirty girl, darling. Allowing a lowly servant to eat you out” he paused as he rubbed his cock on your slick cunt. “Now you’re allowing the same servant to fuck you until you go dumb?”

“Y-yes, because I’m such a dirty slut for this servant. My pussy is only satisfied when you fill me up, and stretch me out. Please use me until you’re satisfied.”

“If you insist darling.” He says shoving his cock inside, your insides clinging onto his cock tightly. He could cum right then and there with how warm and amazing your insides felt. He lifted your legs up and placed them on his shoulders, his eyes never leaving yours as he quickened his pace, his thumb making its way to your clit. At this point you were a screaming whining mess.

“You’re such a slut.” He says watching as your orgasm quickly approaches, his coming up just as quick. “You want me to fill you up with my cum? You’d look so pretty with my cum leaking out of you.”

“Please, please cum inside please.” You whine before trying to warn him you were close, your sentence cut short as your orgasm washed over you, leaving your body a spamming shaking mess as Sanemi filled you up with his cum.

When he took your legs off his shoulders, and pulled out, he watched as his cum slowly started to leak out of you, a smirk plastered on his face as he pushes it all back in. “Do me a favor and keep it inside.” He says with a wink making you blush.

He leaned down and captured your lips with his, afterwards, he asked if you wanted a bath or cuddle, of course you said cuddle, so he climbed into bed, holding you close to his chest. He’d never admit it, but this was what he loved most. All the sex in the world couldn’t compare to just holding you close to him.

“ ‘’nemi” you spoke, only getting a ‘hm’ from the white haired man.

“…tomorrow..let’s run away together.”

“What? Did I seriously fuck you dumb? You know we cant.”

“Then I’ll simply tell my father I’m leaving the royal family. Sanemi I will not marry someone else. I love you. I love you so much Sanemi I want your last name I want your kids I want to always be by your side Sanemi please.” You said looking at him, tears filling your eyes before eventually falling onto your cheeks.

“Y/n..” he mumbled before wiping away your tears. He sighed. “Alright. Let’s see how your father reacts to you saying you’re leaving the royal family.” He pauses. “You know what? Listen- I know this isn’t the most romantic way in doing this, I mean we’re just laying naked together, but will you be my girlfriend? Maybe..if your father knew we were already dating he’d take pity on us.”

“I thought you’d never ask, of course I’ll be your girlfriend.” You smiled softly before yawning.

“Get some sleep m’lady. We’ll talk more about this in the morning.” He said kissing your forehead, waiting for you to fall asleep before sleeping after knowing you were out.

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The next morning, you and Sanemi had told your father about you two dating, and you asked for his approval to leave the royal family to start a family with Sanemi. You also told him even without his approval you will be leaving with Sanemi. To this, the king gave his approval for you two to do as you please.

“I have no room to refuse this. Y/n, I need to tell you that your mother was my bodyguards daughter. Falling for someone outside royalty isn’t uncommon.” He tells you before sighing. “I just want my daughter to be happy. Sanemi, please take care of her, and keep her safe. Y/n, promise you’ll visit.”

“Of course.” You two spoke in unison.

You decided you didn’t need anything from the castle. You didn’t want any of the fancy dresses, or anything, so you and Sanemi simply left. Your father gave you some money to get a house, clothes and necessities like that.

You and Sanemi stood at the end of the village, facing it. Sanemi wrapped his arm around your waist, kissing your temple before you looked at him.

“Where to love?” You asked, making him smile softly.

“It doesn’t matter, as long as your by my side.”

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LALE MY LOVE this might be the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make for an ask 😭 i gave u a couple options bc I could not completely decide there were too many delicious combinations 🥰 I am SO SO excited to see all the mashups and have a binge reading feast on these, thank you so so much for doing this event 💛

could I pretty please request either Shiu Kong, Toji, or Tengen (demon slayer) with a mashup of the bodyguard AU (14) and either sharing a bed (75) or huddling for warmth (74)?

thank you again for putting this on and blessing us with your utterly wonderful writing, I hope you have so much fun with all of these 💛

LEMMM (*¯ ³¯*)♡ you said that Sanemi was also a fine choice for this, so i took my chance and ran since i haven't written for him before and now i'm dying a little on the inside because i want to write thousands of words for this scenario asdfghjksf. thank you for feeding into my hunger hehe!

➳ Bodyguard AU + Huddling for Warmth

Being the offspring of an influential criminal family has its ups and downs. Do some people shudder when they hear your family name? Yes. Are there others who are thirsting for your life? Also yes. Luckily you have nothing to fear with Sanemi by your side. He takes his role as your bodyguard very seriously–you could say he devoted his life to it, really. For someone as intimidating as Sanemi, his presence is oddly calming, whether he is watching you from the shadows while you’re out with friends or when he is guiding you through a crowd with one hand on the small of his back and the other discreetly on his weapon. Sanemi cares about you deeply, more than he’d ever admit. He isn’t really in the position to act upon his feelings, he knows his place within the family hierarchy and he isn’t thinking so highly of himself to assume he could ever stand as an equal by your side. But intentionally or not, he never leaves any doubt about just how much love and fondness he feels for you. Helping you fix your hair, cutting you a plate of fruit, wordlessly driving you to the sea if that’s what your heart desires–he has long convinced himself those were all very normal bodyguard duties. So it goes without saying that he’ll slip out of his coat and wrap it around your shoulders when the two of you are out on a midnight stroll in the midst of winter. It’s the first snow of the season and you wanted to see it, ignoring his quiet scoff when you only threw a thin jacket over your pajamas and stomped outside. “You’ll catch a cold,” he mumbles and reaches around from behind you to make sure his jacket envelops you properly. His frame is much bigger than yours, towering over you, and it’s the safest you ever felt in your whole life. He thinks to himself that he shouldn’t get so close, but he can’t help himself when you sink deeper into his embrace, seeking the warmth of his body, and then his strong arms wrap around you, his head sinking down on your shoulder. Staying like this just for a few heartbeats would be fine, right? But then you whisper out his name and your breath mingles with his in the cold night air and Sanemi isn’t so sure about his resilience anymore.

❦ fanfiction trope mash-up ask game!

#those mash-ups are getting out of hand because so far every single one of them made me want to elaborate in heavy detail #one day... when i'm free from my evil organization (workplace)...#mash-up ask game #sanemi x reader #lale.ask

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silverynight · 1 year

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The bodyguards

Tanjirou starts feeling bad as soon as he meets one of the Pillars his family talks so much about. He knows he's here only because Tanjirou's family is important and wealthy and they're friends with Ubuyashiki.

The swordsman is really tall, in fact, Tanjirou has never seen someone that huge before. He smells like a strong person and Tanjirou knows he'll be wasting his time with him.

Just because Tanjirou wanted to see the world. He bites his bottom lip and starts considering staying inside the house so he doesn't bother anyone; it's not anyone's fault he was born with blood that all demons find enticing.

"I..."

"You must be Kamado Tanjirou, right?" The hashira doesn't look at him directly though, only down. And then Tanjirou realizes why when he notices that his eyes are completely white. "I'm Himejima Gyomei. I'll be taking care of you this week. Can I touch your face to have an idea how you look like?"

"Of course!" Tanjirou mumbles immediately, getting a little bit startled when Himejima kneels in front of him and cradles his face in his huge hands.

The Pillar is very gentle though; the tips of his fingers touch Tanjirou's skin like it's a delicate thing. He makes him blush at some point.

"You're really beautiful," Himejima comments before letting go of Tanjirou.

"I don't think–" Tanjirou stops himself; there's no point in arguing about that, instead he focuses on something more important: "You don't have to do this... I've been thinking about it and I can stay at home..."

"Everyone deserves to be free," Himejima says instead, before taking the boy in his arms. "Where do you want to go first?"

***

After a week they find themselves in the butterfly estate, Tanjirou feels bad because that means he won't be with Himejima again (he's a good friend) but he knows he has more important things to do.

"Stay here for a while," the stone hashira mumbles before pressing his lips against Tanjirou's temple. "I'll go see Oyakata-sama in the hashira headquarters and I'll be back soon."

"But..." Tanjirou is confused. Why is Himejima not saying goodbye?

He should ask him later.

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Shinobu watches Gyomei walk inside the headquarters. He kneels like the others in front of Ubuyashiki before informing him about his week next to the Kamado boy. He doesn't say much about him though, which is a shame because all of them are curious... Instead Gyomei says that he's managed to get rid of a couple demons and even a lower moon with Tanjirou's help.

That last thing picks up everyone's interest. But the stone hashira doesn't say anything else. Except probably the most shocking thing Shinobu's ever heard:

"I'd like to request to be with Tanjirou permanently," he says then.

Shinobu notices that everyone around looks at Gyomei with surprise; it's true that none of them were pleased to hear they were going to babysit (although they have been informed the Kamado boy is actually eighteen years old) and Gyomei taking the job of permanent bodyguard would solve everyone else's problems, however... There's something else going on.

Even Sanemi is eyeing the stone hashira with curiosity.

"Interesting." Ubuyashiki observes and Shinobu swears that for a moment he looks amused. "Have you talked to Tanjirou about this?"

As if things weren't weird enough already, Gyomei immediately blushes at that.

"Not yet, Oyakata-sama."

"Well... Let's bring him here then," Ubuyashiki says before telling one of the kakushi to bring Tanjirou to the hashira headquarters.

***

"Oh... Hi! It's a pleasure to finally meet you all!" The most beautiful boy Shinobu has ever seen mumbles, before kneeling in front of Ubuyashiki as well.

"Tanjirou... Do you know Gyomei has requested to become your bodyguard permanently?"

The boy blushes, drawing everyone's attention again; Shinobu notices she's not the only one staring at Tanjirou intensely. Mitsuri's cheeks are slightly pink now and she's sighing dreamily every time the boy speaks.

"You don't have to, Himejima-san! Although I really appreciate it, you've been so kind to me... However, I don't want you to waste your precious time on me," Tanjirou says. "In fact, I don't want any of you to do that... I think I'm ready to go home and–"

"No!" All the hashira cut him off at the same time, surprising themselves and everyone around.

Ubuyashiki chuckles.

"Gyomei mentioned that being with you has allowed him to kill a lot of demons lately," Muichiro says then, trying not to look desperate. "So you'll be helping us, actually..."

"Oh!" Tanjirou's eyes glimmer beautifully at that; it seems like the boy loves helping others. "Then I'll do it gladly! So if Himejima-san wants–"

"Please! Give me a chance, my boy! I want to be your bodyguard next!"

As soon as Kyojuro says it, everyone starts fighting over the job position until Ubuyashiki presses a finger against his lips and shuts everyone up completely.

"Each of you will get to spend a week with Tanjirou," Ubuyashiki announces, like he knows what's actually going on. "Are you alright with that, Tanjirou?"

"Yes, of course!" The boy smiles, almost blinding everyone in the process. "I hope we get to become friends!"

Tanjirou is completely wrong about that, Shinobu thinks because everyone around her definitely wants to be more than friends with the beautiful boy, including herself.

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hhighkey · 11 months

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Snakeskin // Chapter Three, delicate

Shinazugawa Snamei x OC (female)

Rating: mature, general for now

Story Contains: sanemi is tasked with being a bodyguard, unhealthy relationships, family issues, violence, shitty men taking advantage of OC, mutual pining, she falls first he falls harder, strangers to lovers basically, hurt/comfort, sanemi tries really hard to be nice, OC is dense because she’s been locked away for most her life to be married off, loss of innocence, assault, eventual smut, dom sanemi, size kink, overprotective sanemi, easily jealous sanemi, really really slowburn

Word Count: 2810

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Sanemi wasn't one for child's play. He was straight to the point, even too much so for his own good. Never putting up with anyone for longer than needed, he just couldn't bother. As he scanned over Neon's room, he had a sinister feeling that was what he was in for. Splashes of pink, other bright colors, decorated the walls. She had stuffed animals lining her bed, playful tapestries on the wall, other simply cute furniture laid out. The money the Mistui's had spared no price to have the finest things adorn her room. But the way her eyes would sparkle looking at him lead him to believe that something wasn't quite right. It didn't take a genius to understand what was going on.

Neon sat on her bed, book in hand as she stared at him with those innocent wide eyes. The two were alone and it was dead silent, just the chirping of birds outside the open window piercing through. He felt awkward under her gaze as he stood there in the middle of her room, hands on his hips as he surveyed. Surely she was eating up his scarred skin, eyes dancing along the jagged cuts- probably wanting to ask about them.

"Alright kid," Sanemi started gruffly, "there's gonna be some ground rules here. And it's that I'm not putting up with shit."

It took a moment for his words to register with her before she nodded slowly, "okay."

"Okay? Just okay? No arguments or anything..."

She shrugged, "it's not like I have a say."

"What the fuck," Sanemi murmured under his breath, not caring if she heard it though. She just blatantly agreed to whatever he wanted in a sense, no signs of misbehaving. His eyes narrowed at her. Neon sat there stiffly, refined as if she'd had it beaten into her how to sit, how to hold herself.

"It takes me a bit to get comfortable around people," she finally said to him, her attempt at explaining as she sensed his angry confusion.

"Okay well uh, I've never played bodyguard before so not really sure what to do with you."

"Well normally guards just follow me around or tell me where I'm allowed to be that day."

"That sounds ass."

Neon giggled at his brashness, liking as someone else saw it the way she did. He was certainly a scary character, her first reaction towards him was he'd be someone she'd run from. She could only wonder the type of horrors he saw daily to receive the scars that littered his body. Scars that he seemed to show proudly that were now covered up in Mitsui guard clothing.

"And how am I supposed to know where you're allowed to be? I don't care, just go wherever I'll follow. Don't do anything dumb."

"I don't know I mainly just stay in my room all day." Neon responded.

"Seriously?"

"Yes?"

"I am not getting locked in your pink, glittery room all day."

"Then do you want to see the gardens?" she perked up. Outside! Neon adored the expansive gardens in the backyard and rarely was she allowed to go. She hoped showing her new bodyguard would be a good enough reason to let her prance around them.

"Yeah sure."

"Okay let's go!" she was excited. He saw how her eyes lit up, her voice raising a few octaves.

Sanemi watched as she practically jumped up off her bed and ran to find shoes in her closet. She was already dress for the day, her pale blonde hair sparkling against her traditional pink kimono with a mountain scenery printed on the fabric. Upon being content with a pair of sandals, she smiled at him like a puppy waiting to be commanded what to do. Looking at him waiting for him to speak,

"What." he remarked.

"May we go?"

"I'm waiting for you to show me where to go."

"Oh." Neon nodded, brows furrowed like she was trying to comprehend his statement, "I suppose I can lead. Let me grab one more thing."

Neon quickly scanned her room before her gaze landed on her side table- a small leather bound book with an assortment of pencils sat there. She grasped it up and hugged it to her chest, "let's go."

She seemed too young to be eighteen, her demeanor much more childish than he expected. Watching her skip down the halls, talking her head off about the flowers she was to show him in the garden- was exhausting already. But while she seemed confident in her movements towards a door leading outside, it was like she was waiting for something. Constantly looking around as if she was walking on ice waiting for someone to appear. There was timidness in her body language, even as she pushed on a door that lead them to the outside.

The gardens of the Mitsui's Yoshiwara mansion were large being so close to the city known for its nightlife. There was sprawling emerald green grass along the ground where trees were planted in some sort of precise order. Sections of the garden was clear by type and color of flower, fountains and arbors with places to sit. It was like a tiny maze how cobbled paths were being overrun with moss due to a man-made koi pond they glided past. Neon seemed to know exactly where she wanted to go as she described each flower and it's history, only stopping if she deemed necessary for him to see something specific.

"How do you know all this?" Sanemi murmured, feeling out of place besides the tiny girl who was rambling about pink petunias. This would have been a nightmare for him if he weren't experiencing it in real life- his bulked, scarred body surrounded by popping colors.

"Oh I read all about them. I know how to take care of them too, at least what books say."

"I'm guessing there's gardeners."

"Yeah. I'm not allowed to help." her eyes seemed lonesome as she longingly stared at the bed of flowers that was clearly half finished, "I'm excited to see the display for this one when it's done. But come on, we're moving on." From one thing to the next was how her mind worked. She couldn't spend her time focusing on one thing for too long, her attention span was utterly horrific with most things.

Neon abruptly stopped at a small, overflowing weeping willow tree with its branches that touched the ground. She scurried along, carefully going over placed rocks until she reached a fresh cut patch of grass below the tree. Sanemi followed her, taking a seat against the tree like she had, inches from her. Their spot overlooked the man made pond, bushes of delicate, blue hydrangea lined the water's edge. It was peaceful. And for a split second it was easy to forget about the large walls that lined the multiple acre garden of the mansion at the edge of Yoshiwara in the good part. It was easy to forget the prison the walls felt like to the young girl, being able to feel freedom of the outdoors.

Feeling content, taking in a breath of fresh air, Neon messily braided her hair back so she could work. With only loose strands hanging in front of her face, she began to situate herself with the book and pencils she brought. It was a sketchbook that frequented her rare trips to the garden, spending her time drawing the flowers that grew there. She loved it. It was her escape. When she drew, she was in a trance, where all her surroundings outside the object of her desires were nonexistent. Not even the white haired boy attempting to look over her shoulder could distract her.

It wasn't uncomfortable for Neon to be accompanied by a stranger who watched her every move, she was used to it. But she wasn't used to it being somewhere near her age and as intimidating as Sanemi was. Yet she was easily able to acclimate herself with his presence unlike him who felt so out of place. But what was he supposed to do? Sanemi realized had this was going to be boring for the next couple days, that sitting with nothing to do was going to drag. He kept glancing over at Neon but what was suddenly going to happen? Her sketchbook had her so absorbed that she probably wouldn't want to move for awhile.

So he attempted to settle himself in, find something to distract him to pass the time. Counting clouds? Listening to distant voices of guards? Letting the wind wash over him which felt like home? None of it sufficed as he spent multitudes of minutes trying. He even practiced his total concentration breathing without training for the first time in awhile, feeling it was boring to just sit and do so now after years of perfecting it. Serenity was what he felt as his breaths were calm and his mind began to drift, something he didn't let himself do often. Sanemi wasn't sure how he ended up here, why he actually agreed to do this for Master. Rengoku would have been the perfect fit for Neon, or especially Mitsuri! He promised himself in that moment he'd behave for the poor girl, limit the profanities or harsh remarks as she didn't deserve that. And he's see her through to the auction.

Neon's little voice eventually broke through to him as she pushed on his shoulder. She squeaked back in embarrassment as he became more conscious looking at her, "what?"

"I'm done, I'm feeling sort of cold."

"Oh okay." Sanemi got reacquainted with his surroundings before his eyes shifted down to her book, "Oi can I see?"

"O-oh sure." she hummed as she handed him the sketch book, "no one ever sees them, be kind."

Sanemi wasn't sure why he'd ever consider belittling what she worked hard on, he wasn't that cruel. Sanemi began to leaf through the pages until he landed on the one she'd just been working on. Neon clearly enjoyed the gardens, as everything she drew reflected it. From the fountain, the koi, or to the very flowers growing. But today she'd been drawing the bed of hydrangeas in front of them where they sat. Her sketch was focused on a few put together, perfect shading and shapes for the petals. With delicate pencil strokes she'd been able to create such a life like hydrangea bundle, no wonder she was focused for so long.

"This is good. Ever think about painting them or getting some color in them?" he handed her the sketchbook back.

"No no, I would be scared to ruin it. I just sketch."

"Makes sense I guess." Sanemi sighed, resting his head against the tree trunk with his eyes fluttered close. He was surprisingly tired after hours of doing nothing outside under a bit of shade from the leaves.

"I don't get to come out here much." Neon's voice broke his focus making his eyes open to peer at her.

"Why?" he grumbled, re-closing his eyes.

"My dad prefers I just stay in my room. But, it's just a garden what could happen to me out here..."

"Hmph."

Noticing his disinterest in the topic she brought up something she assumed he'd be more willing to talk about, "So do you just slay demons? How does that work?"

"You don't wanna hear 'bout it." such a simple response.

"But I do."

"No." he remarked back.

Neon pouted as she gazed at him with a frown. He wasn't even looking at her! That annoyed her as she made a soft mewl noise under her breath, then sighed. She just wanted to talk, "do you hate me?"

"I don't know you."

"You can get to know me," she said with longing in her voice, "I don't really have friends here and you're kinda my age."

"I'm being paid to be your bodyguard." Sanemi readjusted himself, sitting up straight as his eyes were on her with an unreadable emotion.

"Okay." defeat.

But the thing was as crazy as Sanemi was, he was kind. Women and kids deserved nothing but respect and that included the girl in front of him, who seemed like a pure soul. She was cute, seemed like the type he could corrupt with ease. Yet he was curious about her, she had strange reactions and an even weirder upbringing. He shouldn't take out his frustration of utter boredom and an unusual mission on her, he was invading her personal, intimate space. And Sanemi never spent one on one time with anyone in this way, so doing so with a stranger left him with a funny taste in his mouth.

"How about if we get through the weekend without a hitch, I'll tell you about what I do some more." Sanemi called over to her as she looked so sad staring at the grass beneath her.

Neon immediately lit up at him as her cheeks blazed pink, "cool!"

"I'm not sure what you're schedule is normally like but I'm getting hungry." he changed the topic bluntly, having been ignoring his growling stomach for the last hour plus, "and you said you were getting cold."

"Oh yeah. Uh, we can go to the kitchens, I didn't even think of that. I'm only able to eat breakfast and dinner. I'm so sorry."

"You're fine." he was surprised by her comment, but seeing how tiny she was it seemed plausible.

Neon was peculiar. They had to take a certain route back to go into the mansion. She had to make sure they were both brushed off, absolutely no grass or dirt anywhere that could come off them. And she insisted on sandals coming off to hold them as they weave their way to the kitchen. He noticed all her little ticks that if it were anyone else he'd have called out them out all annoyed. And the whole time she never. Stopped. Talking. Neon had a story for this painting and that painting. Then she had an explanation for why parts of the molding of a certain wall was broken off. Clearly she was a detail oriented person who learned everything she knew from watching and reading. A straight forward girl.

But most of all he noticed her genuine smile towards the staff. Saw how they all seemed relieved when it was her who walked through the kitchen door, introducing him to all the cooks and maids on the spot. They were all older women, those who were probably cast aside in the 'never sleeping' city per not having husbands. Under his watchful eye he studied Neon's interactions to see more of how she was. With an excited tone she asked about others, how their days were, and if they'd be so kind to make food for them off schedule. And they did. The kitchen was surprisingly quaint for the size of the mansion, but it made sense as it was only for the 'help' out of the way. It was warm in there from the fired up stove, loud from hanging utensils, while the open windows did nothing to drown out the sound or heat.

It wasn't long before two bowls of rice, miso soup, and soba noodles were placed in front of them. Sanemi's stomach growled from the delicious smell as it wafted into his nostrils.

"Miss Ono makes the best food, if you tell her your favorite she'll make it."

Sanemi nodded in agreement as he shoveled the food into his mouth, tastebuds exploding. But from the corner of his eye he could see her still staring at him, "yeah?" he murmured.

"What's your favorite food?"

Oh, her previous statement was her way of asking, "ohagi."

"I had that occasionally, very yummy. Miss Ono!" she called over, "tomorrow can we have ohagi?"

Sanemi's eyes widened as he turned red from her brashness to get his favorite food made, "oi," he grunted at her.

Neon just giggled as the head cook told her she'd add it to the list, "told you she'd make it. I guess it can be my thanks for going to have to follow me around this weekend."

"We'll see if you're thanking me after."

"You'll have fun." she replied, "there's so much to see and do, I get to interact with so many people."

In his eyes Neon was breakable, the definition of delicate like the flowers she so loved. There were cues alerting him to her poor treatment, Neon being locked away from the world inside her pink bedroom walls. He had to be observant to survive in his line of work and he couldn't help that it spilled over to people. Sanemi had a sinking feeling in his stomach as to why she seemed young for her age, so unaware of life's cruelty, so dense.

#sanemi shinaguzawa #kny sanemi #sanemi headcanons #sanemi x reader #sanemi imagines #demon slayer sanemi #demon slayer #fanfic #kny fanfic #demon slayer fanfic #sanemi fanfic #bodyguard sanemi #hurt/comfort

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holychocopie · 2 years

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The sanemi bodyguard series- screams well done

I was about to tag you legit... I was scrolling back down my blog to try and find your previous ask 'cause I was like "here's someone who'll want to know I posted lol" Thanks heaps for the feedback and following this series, it really REEEEAAAAALLLYY means a lot 🤧🙏💗

#ask me stuff #holychocopie #bodyguard!sanemi #ask the cat lady 😽#thank you for putting up with me bae

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peachdues · 6 months

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anyways have some filthy nasty smut from the upcoming Sanemi x Rengoku x Reader Bodyguard AU

Rengoku readjusted his grip under her thighs, securing her tighter against his heaving form while also holding her further open, to allow the Bodyguard at her back easier access.

The movement stirred friction between where Rengoku’s coarse base was pressed flush against her sensitive clit, and Y/N cried out, her cunt involuntarily tightening around the burly blonde’s thick length.

Rengoku swore. “Wait a moment, my flame,” he circled his hips once before pressing deeper into her in warning. “I promise we’ll give you what you need soon.”

Y/N’s responding whimper was cut off with a choke, as Sanemi realigned the tip of his achingly hard member at her entrance, already stretched and filled by Rengoku.

“God damn,” the scarred bodyguard’s voice was like gravel as he rubbed his head against her heat. “It’s gonna be a tight fit — tighter than before.”

Sanemi shifted forward to press his lips against the nape of Y/N’s neck. “You sure you wanna do this, sweetheart? We can take turns.”

At her front, Rengoku grumbled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he leaned forward to tease the mewling woman along her throat with his hot mouth.

Y/N gasped at the slight prick of Sanemi’s teeth against her skin as he waited for her answer, one dainty foot twitching where it hung mid-air.

“Yes!” She squeaked, hips involuntarily grinding down on Rengoku’s length. “Please — I need someone to move —“

Growling in response to her confirmation, Sanemi pushed his hips up, squeezing his cock past that first ring of hot, pulsing muscle. There was some initial resistance due to the simple girth of Rengoku’s length as his flame-haired companion waited with clenched teeth. Sanemi quickly readjusted his stance, widening his feet and thrust up once, sharp and quick, the movement allowing him to sheathe himself once more inside the molten walls of Y/N’s vice-like cunt.

A cacophony of sighs and strangled moans escaped the three as Sanemi became fully seated inside of Y/N, and the three adjusted to one another.

“Fuck, I can feel you, Shinazugawa,” Rengoku groaned. “God, you both feel —“ he shuddered, and Y/N’s legs clenched over his forearms as she moaned. “So fucking good.”

#sanemi shinazugawa #kyojuro rengoku #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny x reader #kny fanfic #kny sanemi #kny rengoku #kny kyojuro #kny smut #demon slayer smut

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muzansfangs · 7 months

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Guilty pleasure.

Starring: Muzan Kibutsuji xf!reader; Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Yoriichi Tsugikuni, Sanemi Shinazugawa (mention to past relationship between Sanemi and Kanae and Sanemi and the f!reader), Shinobu Kocho, Tomioka Giyuu (mention to sexual intercourse between Tomioka and Shinobu); Daki, Enmu (mention to sexual intercourse between Douma and Enmu), Kokushibo.

Warnings: implied and explicit reference to sexual contents, language, angst, threats, mourning, unhealthy habits, murderous intents, possible reference to social anxiety and difficulties in coping with fame, jealousy, violent arguments, wax play;

Plot: your face is on the magazines, on the social media and everyone is wondering who is the mysterious girl Muzan has helped after the embarrassing incovience at the park. The Slayers, under the command of Yoriichi, gather in their headquarters and Sanemi deals with ghosts from the past and the present. Trying to cope with your new life as the future President’s love interest, you meet two new bodyguards, Enmu and Daki. Jealousy and wrath ignite a spark between you and the Sixth in command and insults are thrown in the kitchen. In the meanwhile, Muzan lets you know that he cannot attend a dinner he had planned with you.

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THE SLAYERS.

"Oh, look at this!" a pink-haired girl chimed, her big doe green eyes twinkling, as she settled a newspaper on the coffee table in front of her. The action caused her colleagues to switch their attention on her, subtle eyes scrutinizing the first page of the morning paper.

They were surprised to see you, their main target, bending down in the middle of the park as you puked on Muzan Kibutsuji's shoes. Was it intentional? Judging by your expression, it did not look like you had planned that. You were clearly embarrassed and Muzan seemed to be slightly perplexed, as he helped you up.

Apparently, he had made his first move. He had made the world see him as a caring man and he had just set up a basis for your relationship to develop under the sunlight.

"Did he poison her on purpose to make her barf?" Basilisk flatly asked, furrowing his brows as he poured himself a glass of cognac.

"He doesn't need to poison her to make her do it..." Whirlwind bitterly retorted, averting his eyes from the newspaper in irritation. You were still beautiful, too kind and loving to be stained by Muzan, or someone like him anyway. Maybe, you had saved your soul when two broke up, but you were ending up selling it to the devil himself now.

Unacceptable. It was sick. He was sick of it.

"Ah, come on, he is hot! There's no need to lie about it" Desire replied, cocking her head to the side as she blushed a little at the sight of the Politician and his charming smile. It was just in her nature. There was a reason why she was always sent to seduce men, after all. She knew how to play her cards right and she was a siren herself.

Basilisk's upper lip twitched and he turned around not to face them, his feet feathing against the polished marble floor of the majestic Ubuyashiki's basement. It irked him how deeply she could upset him with her frivolous comments. She made him lose his composure easily and that was illogical.

In the corner of the room, Belladonna brushed her lips against Wave's jaw. Her purple eyes half-lidded as she sighed at his lack of reaction. No matter how hard she tried to pull the strings of his heart, he never let her in, he never gave her more than a night together. Even among the bedsheets, though, he always seemed cold, distant, as if he was just fulfilling a duty.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked him, shifting her position to straddle his lap.

The dark-haired man rested his hands on her hips, his grip tightening a little to keep her in place. His body was there, sitting on the leather sofa, letting Shinobu distract him a bit, but his mind was far away. His mind was pestered with imagines of the time you two spent together during the past years.

"Nothing. — he shortly replied, his ocean blue eyes flicking up to meet her sharp gaze — I should be the one to ask you that. Get off. Are you a nymphomaniac?" he said, causing her to scoff and jump back on her feet.

She knew he thought about someone else. She knew he was thinking about another girl, even when he reached his climax into her. Who was she? Who was that girl and how could she be better than her? She did not deserve his attention. Why could he not love her? If that girl was a problem, she was going to get rid of her.

You, the girl who bewitched him, was destined to fall by her hand. Or so she thought.

"Funny how your head was buried between my legs last night and now you accuse me of being a pervert" she fired back, whipping her head to the side and hastily leaving the living room. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor echoed through the room and caught the eyes of the other Slayers. There was tension in the air, the typical atsmosphere of anticipation that took breaths away during an incoming meeting.

Shinobu ignored them, her tiny hand resting on the hilt of her katana hanging on her left hip. She was too agitated to take part to the reunion. Their Master had not arrived yet and the Head of their organization was not around either. She would have called sick, making sure to send the comunication before the meeting started.

As she crossed the room, a gust of wind on her left whipped her face, causing her purple bangs to sway around her visage. She froze solid, her eyes widening even so slightly as his intense cologne pierced her nostrils. No one wore that essence, no one was that fast and capable of masterly covering up his presence. The sharpe edge of the sword punctured the tender flesh of her throat and she swallowed forcefully, not daring to move a single muscle.

"Are you already leaving, Kocho Shinobu?" he asked softly, calling her by her full name despite their strict rule to communicate by using their code names.

Silence took ever the entire room. No one spoke and she could swear the only audible sound was her heavy breath.

"No" she merely replied, closing her eyes as she awaited for him to remove the blade from her neck and he did, glancing down at her with a friendly smile. It was genuine, nevertheless. Everybody feared him for his lethality, but Sun was not a bad person. He could easily switch from his cold, apparently stern attitude at work, to the caring and lively one of his true nature in a nick of time.

As Shinobu turned back around and bowed her head as a sign of respect, he gestured for her to join her comrades again and strode towards the coffee table to grasp the newspaper and showing it to his subordinates.

"The photos are authentic. I was there. He had probably made up a plan to make their encounter seem a coincidence but he did not harm her in any way" the man said, inspecting the photo for a several seconds, before folding the paper and handing it back to a blushing Desire.

"How do you know that?" the pink-haired girl asked, leaning forwards and biting her lower lip in curiosity. Her shirt was barely containing her prosperous breasts and her actions made everyone fear the button was going to pop open and hit someone's eye.

"What a cat in heat..." Shinobu commented under her breath, shooting a scornful glance at her colleague.

Luckily, no one had heard her and Yoriichi smiled at the boisterous female slayer "She got a panic attack. Now, I need to have a word with Whirlwind. You are all dismissed. I will make sure to contact you later for more details about our next moves" he instructed them, darting his eyes on Sanemi as he grimaced at the tall man's request.

Murmurs spread around, as everybody left the room without objection and the two men stared intensely into each others eyes. The white-haired slayer knew exactly what his Captain wanted to talk about. The matter had left him wide-awake all night long. He was not in the mood to talk about it, but he did not have much of a choice in the matter.

"He told you about yesterday, didn't he?" Yoriichi started, his hands tucked into the pockets of his black trousers as he watched Sanemi loll his head back against the backrest in distress.

"Yeah, he did" he tiredly replied, his violet irises clouding over as he darted his eyes on the white ceiling.

"If you want to take some days off, it's fine".

"No. I wouldn't rest anyway. I better focus on this shit and on killing people. It's the only thing I am good at" Sanemi stated, his raspy voice holding a bitter undertone that left no room for doubts. He was on the verge of going on a killing spree. A failure, he felt like a failure. Every single time someone needed him, he was not there, he never made it in time.

"Don't say that and I am hereby forced to order you to desist from whatever you are thinking of doing now" Yoriichi calmly said, his deep maroon eyes almost boring holes into Sanemi's ones. He could see the scenery playing on the other slayer's mind. Blood, blood staining his clothes as he tried to avenge the poeple he lost, the people he could not protect in the past.

But they both knew that the hand holding a blade on Muzan's neck was always going to be Yoriichi's one.

No one else could do it.

"Fuck off" Sanemi retorted, trying to stand up from the couch but Yoriichi pushed him back with a simple shove of his hand.

"It's a suicidal mission and I won't let you do that out of rage" the Head of the Slayer firmly asserted, the volume of his voice high now as it boomed through the silent living room.

"Why? Why do you care about me? I am a shitty brother and I have been an even worse lover! I never do anything right! Let me do something good for once, let me do it! Let me kill each every fucking Moon, until I can die by his hand. I promise I will do it. Just... Just let me try!" Sanemi Shinazugawa snapped in the end, tears burning in his eyes as he let his emotions out for ones.

His eyes were bloodshot and Yoriichi could smell the dispair and sorrow in his words. Out of everyone, Whirlwind was the only Slayer who had never cried or showed a shred of empathy in front of the dead bodies of an enemy or a colleague. He had not said a single word, when he broke into the headquarters in the dead of the night, holding Kanae's body in his arms.

His tears were not there. His heart too. Long forgotten under a sheet of ice, forgotten because crying only meant being weak and let the enemy win.

"Since Peony is gone, you haven't been the same. Her death has damaged you" Yoriichi observed, sitting next to him and propping his forearms on his knees as he stared at an indefinite point ahead of him.

He could not stop blaming himself for all of this. If that night he had not failed, Muzan would have been dead and no tears were going to be spilled anymore. Regrets and remorses devoured him from the inside both day and night.

"Not as much as her absence did" Sanemi uttered then, running his calloused fingers through his spiky, white hair as he tried to take back some control.

And, although none of them dared to say that name, they both knew Sanemi Shinazugawa was talking about you. The silence that follower spoke volumes.

♚

You were laying face down on the pillow, secured between the luxurious walls of your bedroom. You did not have the guts to face Muzan and the others after your small performance yesterday. Your phone was blowing up with notifications from people you knew, asking questions and trying to understand what exactly had happened between you and the high-flying politician.

You had opted from turning them off, eventually. You could not answer anyway and seeing those pictures was truly embarrassing. You were supposed to have dinner with him that night, but you were not really in the mood for it and you almost felt guilty about your behavior. Muzan had not acted hostile towards you, not even when he was forced to throw his shoes in the trash can and send Kokushibo to buy him a new pair, as you two waited in the car.

You had pretended to be asleep then, barely answering his questions about how you were feeling and if you needed something.

"I am forever going to be remembered as the vomiting First Lady" you breathed out, rolling over the bed as you realized that hiding away forever was not going to erase the folk memory.

Therefore, you jumped on your feet and got ready to go out. After you were done wearing your shoes, you hesitantly opened the door of your room and walked down the corridor. You were supposed to buy yourself something for the night. Muzan had told you there was not a budget for your shopping sprees and that you could pick anything you liked. You felt like a spoiled brat and it pained you a little bit, but a simple expensive dress would have not made him cry for days on his bank account.

As you walked into the living room, you spotted Kokushibo and two people you had never seen before. One of them was a beautiful girl around your age, her long, dark eyelashes jarred against her straight, long white hair tied up in a high ponytail. Her irises were green, matching with the tips of her hair.

Could she possibly be Daki? Was it her the girl your soon to be husband favored before you?

Next to her, there was a man with a dark brown bob and some fuchsia strands decorating the back of his head. His eyes were almost enchanting, a bright turquoise shade that captivated your gaze. A bizarre couple, indeed and you cleared your throat to catch their attention.

"Hi..." you greeted them, folding your arms against your chest as you felt their gazes trailing on you immediately.

Kokushibo, who was polishing his katana, straightened his back and sheathed the shiny blade back into its scabber as soon as you opened your mouth. He was impeccable as per usual.

"Daki, Enmu, she's—" he said, but he was cut off by the resentful sigh of the sixth in command.

You did not fail to notice how she narrowed her green eyes at you and scowled, eyeing you up and down as if you were the cause of the climate change. There was no doubt about it. She hated you. It was hate at first sight!

"Muzan's new branded toy. I suppose he needs to check his sight... It's clearly deteriorated" Daki snippily said, pursuing her lips in contempt.

If she had chose violence, then you were not going to disappoint her. You were not offended. How could you be, when all she was good at was probably just pleasuring men? Therefore, you smiled faintly and let her words sink in.

"If am correct, you must be his hole. Sorry, I meant to say that you were his hole. Nice to meet you" you blurted out, not even considering your choice of words as you stared daggers at her.

Enmu giggled and clasped his hand over his mouth as the girl stiffened and walked up towards you. She did not seem much of a threat and you felt confident enough to stand tall in front of her. What could she even do? You would have loved to see her try to lay a finger on you. Kokushibo would have probably chopped her manicured hand off, before she even had time to raise her fist.

You two did not share another word. Actually, you had silently agreed to throw hands. She tried to reach for the the whip on her belt, but Kokushibo stepped in between you two and shielded you from the raging, self-proclaimed prom queen about to hit you.

"Apologize" the first in command lowly said, not even glancing at Daki, as he rested his hand on the hilt of his katana.

The girl scoffed and took a step back, before turning around and leaving the room without a word. You did not expect much from her and, honestly, it was about time that you two met and tried to get at each others throats. Nakime had truly made you hate her even before you had the chance to cross paths.

Yet, why did you hate her so much? She had all the reasons to loath you. But what about you? Muzan had agreed to court you, but he was not in love with you yet and, although you were slowly and inevitably falling into the web he was weaving around you, could you honestly tell you loved him? Things were changing. Your feelings were changing, nurtured among strawberries, kisses and glances that lingered into your eyes for longer than you expected.

"My, my... I think I haven't seen her that upset since Douma accidentally set fire to her Gucci bag" Enmu chimed in, propping his chin on the palm of his hand as he eyed you in sympathy.

You glanced at him, a small smile curling your lips as you relaxed a bit and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear "How did it even happen?" you curiously asked, only to be left speechless by his answer.

"Oh, the thing was that Douma and I had chosen her bedroom for experimenting wax playing! A thing lead to another and the flame of the candle—..." he never got to finish his story, because Kokushibo grasped your wrist and interjected.

"Enough. You need to buy a dress" he punctuated, causing a yelp to leave your lips as you started to laugh for the first time after the messy scene at the park. Enmu. You liked Enmu.

As you stumbled out of the living room, a blushing Kokushibo dragging you down the corridor, you did not lose your chance to shout a reply at the Seventh in command "Enmu, let's go out for lunch tomorrow! I need details!".

Kokushibo sighed, pushing the metallic button of the elevator as he pinched the bridge of his nose in distress "God, have mercy..." he uttered, realizing that, out of all the things he had done for Muzan, dealing with you was probably the hardest task ever.

Maybe, as you strolled by his side at the mall, trying on various dresses, asking for advices, he could think of a good way to cheer you up at the restaurant too. Why? Because you would have been forced to attend the dinner with Kokushibo.

You had not heard your phone buzz in your purse, you were too busy struggling to unzip a dress, but your fiancé had just sent you a message.

MUZAN: I can't attend our dinner. I promise I'll make it up to you this weekend. The reservation is still valid, have fun with Kokushibo.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there! A promise is a promise and here I am with another chapter of my main work. I am sorry for having kind of neglected my updates for “Guilty pleasure” here on Tumblr, but it gets hard keeping up with everything at times❤️

Likes, comments and re-posts are appreciated!

Until next,

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d1g1k1tty · 1 month

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The internet is such a silly place because what do you mean there’s no trace of the tomioka x rengoku fic I read maybe 6 ish years ago???

It’s weird cause I remember it so vividly too. Giyu was a college student studying culinary arts and he worked at a high-end food catering service that treated him like shit. And Kyojuro was the young, new CEO (Sanemi was either his bodyguard or his driver. Possibly both). And they meet at this fancy event: Giyu’s catering and Kyojuro was doing his thing. And then, while he’s working, Giyu fucking passes out and his boss literally flips out for all the wrong reasons, but then Kyojuro saves the day and offers to help Giyu. And then the falling in love part happens. And sometime during this story, Giyu’s dorm floods and ruins literally everything, including the only pictures he has left of his sister :(

I don’t know how to block things out on here so I’ll put it under the cut. CW: SA

There was an odd attempted SA scene between Giyu and his former boss I think???—because he definitely quit after that incident. I can’t remember why he went back though, or if that was even the right character. I think he was spiraling about something, but I can’t remember ☹️

Every so often—maybe every 2-3 months—I’ll think about this fic and I’ll go try to find it but I never have any luck. Because despite remembering so many details about the story, I can’t remember any of the tags, if it was finished, if there were any major warnings to it, or anything actually important. Which makes filtering ao3 very difficult.

Anyway lol that’s it. If anyone finds it hit me up cause I want to read it again to see if it was really worth remembering so much about

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kxkyuu · 2 years

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Warnings: 18+ content, smut, teasing, dirty talk, fingering, orgasm control/denial, edging, nipple play, oral(m–>f), spanking, blood, major character death, weapons (knife and gun), gunplay, pet names (princess, sweetheart, love)

Pairing: Mafia Boss!Rengoku Kyoujuro x Assassin Fem!reader

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As usual Kyoujuro was bored. He sat on his throne-like chair listening to his Generals, Shinazugawa Sanemi and Iguro Obanai, argue over who’s turf the other infiltrated on. He was ready to pull his hair out at just having to listen to them. Finally having enough of their senseless drivel, Kyoujuro stood from his seat, his katana in his hands.

Without a word, he appeared in between the two generals, knocking them both to the ground before pinning Sanemi under the heel of his black Testoni shoe while pointing the sharp tip of his blade at Obanai’s throat.

“If I have to listen to you two go on about some useless turf war between our family, I will kill you both, understand?'' His voice dripped with venom as veins throbbed on his forehead as he glared at them.

When it looked like Sanemi was going to argue, Kyoujuro pressed his heel deeper into the silver-haired man’s windpipe. “I said, do you understand, Shinazugawa?”

Sanemi wheezed from the pressure on his neck. “Sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.” he coughed out, his liliac eyes going wild from the lack of oxygen to his lungs. A whoosh of air filled him when his boss suddenly removed his foot from his throat, allowing him to breathe again. Sanemi quietly went back to his seat and remained quiet for the duration of the meeting. He glared at anyone who stared at him or the dark purple bruise that was spreading down his neck.

Kyoujuro then turned to Obanai who was staring wide-eyed at the tip of his katana. He used the sharp blade to nudge the man’s face to meet with his eyes. “Understand, Iguro?” His words were almost as sharp as his katana, and they nearly paralyzed the shorter man.

Obanai nodded his head as he readjusted the white mask he wore over his lips. “Yes, sir. Understood.” He let out a breath he did not know he was holding with the Boss’ face quickly morphed back into his normal pleasant smile as he sheathed his sword.

“Good.” The blond announced as he went back to his in his gold-ladened chair. He crossed his legs, placing his foot on his knee. He looked at his generals with a sharp gaze. “As you know, Muzan is trying to take my life again, but just like the last time, the attempt failed.” He said, giving Tengen a pointed glare when the larger man looked like he was going to speak out of turn. “I am not worried about my life, but I do want to double the security of my mother and younger brother.”

“And your father?” Tomioka Giyuu asked.

Kyoujuro arched his brow. “What about him? Father can take care of himself. He has his own elite bodyguards. I doubt the assassin could penetrate through them.”

-0-0-0

I cursed silently as I eyed the numerous guards surrounding Rengoku Shinjurou. The former boss was a very careful man and always had his defenses up. Even when he was sloppy drunk, it would seem as if his senses were still on high alert. I wiped the sweat collected on my forehead , watching as the older man walked to the luxurious limousine.

I tried to come up with a better plan than to use my rifle to take out the former boss. I needed to kill at least one Rengoku to show Muzan my progress. Judging by the current circumstances,i t would seem that I would have to use a sniper rifle if I wanted to kill the father. It wasn’t that bad of a shot, but I hated resorting to guns. They were unnecessarily messy and loud. I hated how they split too much blood compared to a knife or poison. But nothing came to my mind.

Sighing, I stood up from my lookout perch, dusting off my black leotard and slipped my poison darts back into the pouch attached to my belt. I’d have to go back to my base and get my rifle and return later tonight to finish off the job. I grabbed the red trench coat and black fedora I wore to conceal my identity as I hurriedly made my way to the exit. I did not want to be spotted on top of the roof by one of Shinjurou’s guards.

I let out a groan when my cell went off with a notification, knowing that it was Muzan asking for a status report. Digging the burner cell out of my coat pocket, I glanced down at the screen and read the message my employer sent me.

“Did I hire the wrong person? First you failed to kill the older brother and now you’re delaying on killing the rest of the family. Do I need to send Akaza to assist?”

I quickly sent back my reply. “I’ll have Rengoku Shinjurou’s head delivered to you on a silver platter by tomorrow. Do not send that pink-haired basketball faced freak anywhere near my targets.” I put the cell back into my pocket, biting my lip.

Muzan was not happy with my progress and I was supposed to be a top assassin, yet I let one of my targets not only get away, but seduced me out of my clothing and between my thighs. My core still throbbed uncomfortably whenever I thought about what Rengoku Kyoujuro did to me.

Ignoring the pulsing between my thighs, I opened the door that would take me to the ladder that would lead me to the floor below. After I had climbed down, I peeked my head out of the door to make sure it was clear. I walked out of the stairwell and made my way into the building.

Pushing my shades up over my eyes, I walked down the long corridor tha led to the elevator. I thought about if I could ever get the former Mafia boss alone to utilize my poison, I really did not want to rely on my sniper rifle. My mind was too occupied to notice the small crowd of men approaching me until I had bumped into a solid chest.

“Oh, excuse me.” I said, keeping my head lowered.

“It’s okay.”

The voice made my eyes widened as a low curse was on the tip of my tongue. That voice belonged to Rengoku Kyoujuro! My loins began to ache and throb with the memory of his touch and how he denied me of an orgasm. I needed to get away from him! Now!

Lowering my head even further, I moved around him in a hurried pace. “Excuse me.” I said as I walked down the corridor and away from my main target. My heels clicked loudly as I hurried to the elevator. I pressed the button to go down to the first floor rapidly as if that would make the damned thing move any faster.

I let out a sigh of relief when the light flashed with the number of the floor I was on. 25th. Just as I was about to get inside the door, a black gloved hand covered my mouth as the cold steel of a gun pressed against the small of my back.

-0-0-0

Kyoujuro blinked in confusion at the small woman who had left in such a hurry. What was a woman doing on his private office floor? He was about to brush it off as she must have gotten lost when something about her seemed familiar. Kyoujuro wondered if she was a call girl that he had recently slept with, but the last woman he had teased was... A smile curled at his lips. “It’s tha assassin.”

Remembering his little bet with her, he quickly went into his office to grab something before going back down the corridor. Kyoujurou followed the sound of her heels clicking on the floor until she reached the elevator. He eyed the red trench coat that covered her body and the fedora hat she wore to conceal her features even more. The dark lens of her shades hid her eyes; If he hadn’t heard her sweet voice, Kyoujuro probably would’ve let her slip past him.

He waited around the corners, watching as she rapidly pressed the elevator’s button up to the top floor. Judging by the way he was looking at her, it would seem that he was practically stripping her with his eyes while watching her tap her heel against the floor, impatiently waiting for the elevator.

Kyoujuro pulled his gun out of the holster when the elevator reached the top floor. Before she could walk inside, he quickly grabbed her, wrapping his hand around her mouth as he pushed his gun against her spine. The blond smiled as he leaned over her to whisper in her ear. “Looks like I’ve caught you this time, Angel?”

My body went rigid at the sound of his voice in my ear. Fuck! When did he realize it was me? I thought about the schematics of the building I was in, trying to remember just where I was. My eyes widened when I realized that I was on his private office floor. ‘How could I make such an idiotic mistake!’ I cursed myself mentally.

I looked at him over my shoulder, heightening the pitch of my voice slightly to try to fool him. “Wh-what?” I cried out, slightly muffled by his gloved hand. “I...I’m sorry. I got lost and ended up on this floor.” I bit back a gasp when he suddenly uncovers my lips and yanks my fedora off my head, my hair falling to frame my face.

“Nice try, princess.” He smiled, pushing her inside the elevator and letting the doors close behind them. “But I’d recognize your cute voice anywhere.” Kyoujuro purred as he turned her round to pull her shades off of her beautiful eyes. “There's that pretty face. Did you miss me?”

I scoffed at his words, my hands inching closer to the poisoned darts in the pouch strapped to my utility belt. “Of course I did. You got away without letting me have your fucking head on a silver platter.”

Kyoujuro chuckled as he slid his gun down her belly until the cold steel pressed snugly against her crotch. “I was talking to her.” He purred, rubbing the tip of the gun against her clothed clit, smirking a bit when she gasped. “Oh, what’s this?” Kyoujuro pulled open her trench coat to reveal the black leotard she was wearing paired with her thigh high heels black boots. “Is this for me?” He smirked, pressing the gun deeper into her cunt.

“Hell no.” I bit my lip to stop the sudden moan from leaving my throat. I clenched my legs closed to keep the cold metal of the barrel from moving any closer to me. I cursed my treacherous body for heating up at his words.

My core ached with the reminder that I still haven't found release since his teasing the other day. I moved to stomp on his foot, but he was faster than me and quickly shoved his knee between my thighs, prying them apart.

He smirked at her little attempt to get away from him as he bit down on the index finger of his glove and pulled it off with his teeth. Once the leather was removed from his hand, he touched her face, cupping her war cheek in the palm of his hand. “I could snap your neck, y’know.” Kyoujuro’s breath fanned against her face, the sweet scent of the tobacco of the cigar he had smoked earlier flooding her senses.

His hand went to squeeze at her delicate neck to show that he was telling the truth. “But instead I’m offering you the choice of falling in love with me.” The Mafia boss trailed his fingers up to her pouty lips. “I didn’t forget your silly little rules either.”

Kyoujuro sent her a smirk as he used his gloved finger to slip the thin little strip of fabric that hid her heat from him to the side as he shoved his two of his other fingers past her supple lips. “Be a good girl and suck for me. I wanna imagine it's my cock those pretty lips are wrapped around.”

I shivered when his fingers pressed down on my tongue as his gloved fingers circled my clit. I could feel my defenses fall as I slowly succumbed to his hot touches. My body craved the release he denied me last time. I whimpered around his fingers when the cold metal of his gun pressed against my thighs.

Kyoujuro leaned in and sucked his dark marks that had begun to fade along her neck back into her flesh. He trailed his kisses down to her chest and removed his fingers from her mouth, wanting to hear those pretty moans he knew she had. With his fingers still glistening from he saliva, the Mafia leader tugged at the sides of her body suit until her breasts were exposed.

My strength seemed to disappear whenever this man touched me. I would lose all ability to fight back, becoming a puddle in his arms. I gasped when he pulled the sides of my leotard to the center of my chest to free my breasts. Biting my lip to stop the moan from escaping when his hot tongue flicked over one of my nipples.

I cry out his name when I felt the cold steel of his gun rub against my inner thighs, trying to spread them. “W-what are you?” I pressed my head back against the cool wall of the elevator when his tongue swirled over my nipple before he tugged at it with his teeth. “Ah~ fuck!”

“Have you fallen for me yet? You gonna let me fuck you now, pretty little assassin?” Kyoujuro whispers in her ear after releasing her nipple with a wet, lewd ‘POP’. He looked into her eyes, smirking at the way her pupils were blown out and her chest heaving from the pleasure he was giving her.

A grin spread over his lips when she shook her head, denying his claim. “Well then, if I can’t fuck you with my cock...” Kyoujuro trailed off, using the tip of his gun to move that thin strip of fabric that hid her pussy to the side. “I’ll just fuck you with this.”

My eyes widened when I felt the cold metal of the gun press against my slit. “W-wait!” I grabbed his wrist, trying to stop him, but my mouth dropped open in a moan as it brushed over my clit. “Kyoujuro...” I gasped out, my other hand gripping his shoulder. A shocked moan left me when the slowly began to ease into my dripping hole. “Fuck...”

Kyoujuro grabbed her leg and lifted it to wrap around his waist as he pushed the tip of his gun into her tight little opening. He grabbed her chin so that he could watch every expression that crossed her face. Licking his lips as he pushed the barrel in a few more centimeters, making her gasp and cling to his shirt. “Gonna let me kiss those pretty lips of yours now, princess?”

I was stunned and dazed by the gun pressed so snuggly inside my cunt that I barely registered his words? “Wh-what? No. I..fuck, please, no more. I can’t take it. It’s too big.” I whined, hoping that he would pull it out.

“This gun is nowhere near as big as me, sweetheart.” He slid the gun out before pushing it back in deeper, making her back arch away from the elevator wall. “If you can’t take it then I’ll need to stretch you out nice and proper.” Kyoujuro set a steady pace as he fucked her with his gun, pushing the barrel deeper inside with each thurst. He could feel her becoming soaking wet, her juices sliding down the handle and coating his hands. “Look at you and this slutty pussy getting so wet. You like getting fucked by my gun?”

I shook my head side to side in denial, even though I could feel my slick gush out with each push and pull of the steel. I was so drenched that one could practically hear each time he plunged the gun into my cunt.

“No...” I lied, my hips beginning to buck up in tune with the gun’s pace. My walls clenched around the thick barrel, as if trying to suck it in deeper. Tears began to burn in my eyes as I could feel my high approaching.

Kyoujuro watched as her nose scrunched up, her hands curled into claws as nails clawed at the wall. “I bet you want to cum so badly since I denied you one last time, huh?” He teased, speeding up the pace of his trusting as he kissed her shoulders before sliding down to his knees.

His tongue slipped out to tease her clit with quick flicks, as he pushed he gun in and out at such a pace, her breasts were wiggling inside her leotard. His fiery eyes looked up at the fucked out expression on her face as he sucked on her swollen clit. Kyoujuro pulled back and gathered his saliva in his mouth to spit a glob onto that sensitive pearl of flesh. He chuckled when she let out a little whine. “You’re gonna cum, aren't you my pretty little assassin?”

My head fell back as my mouth dropped open, a bit of drool seeping out of the corners. I wanted to say yes so badly, but I knew that if I did the bastard would stop again. If I could keep silent, I could have my oragasm then stab him in the neck with my poisoned blades hidden in my boots. I reached up to cover my lips with my hand, teeth embedded into the fleshy part of my palm, I muffled my cries as I shook my head at his question. I would not give him the satisfaction of hearing how needy I was.

I clenched around the barrel as he pushed it deep until the trigger was brushing against my clit as he tongue flicked under it at my drooling hole. Kyoujuro lapped up any slick that escaped from around the shinty metal, groaning softly. I could feel my high coming closer as I clamped down hard, the hidden blade in the heel of my boot sliding out.

As soon as I get mine, I’ll stab him.

Kyoujuro’s keen hearing picked up the small sound of the blade in her heels coming out. He smirked against her clit as he bit it softly as he reached up and ripped her hand away from her mouth. Grinning at the loud cry she gave, the fiery blond pulls away from her body, taking the gun out of her quivering walls. “Sorry, love.” He licks her slick off the side of his gun before pulling out his handkerchief and wiping the weapon clean. “This is my floor and I have a very important meeting to get to.” The elevator dinged as the doors slowly opened. “Until next time. I’ll even treat you.”

Watching as he left the elevator, I cursed him, the ache in my empty cunt fueled my anger. “That fucking bastard!”

-0-0-0

I stomped into my weapons room, my eyes narrowed into slits of rage. Even after scrubbing my body raw, I could still feel Kyoujuro’s hot touches all over my body and that ache in my lower belly was still unquenched. I grabbed my rifle off the gun wall and carefully broke it down to fit into the case. I was going to kill that man. Today. I wouldn’t let him continue to toy with me. Removing everything that could make any noise, I changed into a black shirt and shorts. Pulling on my black arm guards and mask, I was ready.

Climbing the outside ladder up to the rooftop of the adjacent building my source told me that the Rengoku family would be, I set up my rifle and scope. I frowned when I couldn’t get a clear visual on my target and would have to rely on the heat detector. Pressing the button on my scope to turn the theram setting on, I could spot five different body shapes.

“Dammit.” I cursed when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Tugging it out, I flipped it open without looking to see who was calling me. “It better be fucking good.” I growled, already highly annoyed that I still haven't been able to cum nor kill that object of my frustrations.

Muzan’s voice rumbled in my ear. “Is that any way to speak to the man who is paying you.”

I cursed softly. “No, sir. I’m just in the middle of something. I’ve got a target in my sight.” I told him, hoping that would appease him that he’ll soon have one less enemy to worry about. While my talents were superior in poisons and blades I was still a trained markswoman. I rarely ever miss my shot. I lined up my shot to take out the tallest of the five bodies. Kyoujuro was fairly tall, ‘Especially when he was hovering over me with his gun stuffed- STOP IT!’

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I lined up my shot. Letting out a slow breath, “Lining up the shot.” My finger rested on the trigger as I waited for a clear spot at my target. “Target in visual...” I murmured softly. Every nerve in my body was alight as I pulled the trigger. The bullet flew through the air and penetrated my target through the chest. There was very little blood other than a splatter that struck one of the others in the face, judging from the scream it was the mother. “Target eliminated.”

“Good job.” Muzan’s voice chimed before the call went dead.

I rose back to my feet as I began to break down my gun to put back up into my case. “Good riddance. Now, I can focus on killing the rest of the family...” I walked over to pick up the bullet casing when I happened to glance over at the ground. “What!”

There he stood, arms wrapped around his mother as he consoled her. Rengoku Kyoujuro. Meaning... “I fucking missed? Then who did I?” I scanned the area, waiting to see who I shot. “Fuck Muzan is going to be pissed if I shot a civilian on accident.” I pressed my hands on one of the brick pillars of the roof as I waited with bated breath to see who was killed. An immediate sigh of relief left my lungs when I saw the red tipped blonde hair of Rengoku Shinjuro peek out from under the sheet they covered his body with.

Feeling relieved that I took out one of my targets, I left the site quickly.

-0-0-0

Kyoujuro knew exactly who shot and killed his father. His pretty little assassin. He wondered if that shot was meant for him. A chuckle left him at that thought. Of course it was, she had made it very clear that she would kill him before he succeeded in making her his. He held his crying mother closer with one arm as he squeezed Senjurou’s shoulder softly.

“That was one hell of a shot, princess.”

“What did you say, big brother?” Senjurou asked, looking up at his older brother with frightened eyes.

“Nothing, Senjurou.” He smiled down at the youngest Rengoku. “Come. Let’s get you and mother home. We need to plan our father's funeral.” As he led his family away from the scene, the only thing that went through his head was how he was going to make her fall for him so hard that she won’t be able to live without him. ‘Maybe I should give her a taste of the sheer ecstasy only I can give her.’ Kyoujuro licked his lips as he thought of the many ways he could do just that.

Game on.

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Kamaboko squad - Band AU

My headcanons for if the Kamaboko squad were in a band in a modern au. Plus 2 extra characters at the end.

Posted on ao3 in my Demon Slayer Oneshots/Headcannons book!

Requests are always open/welcomed!

Enjoy :)

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■ Tanjiro

- Tanjiro would be the lead guitarist of the band as well as the band leader. He'd be the one to book events for them and make sure everything is prepared for their next show.

- He also is the one to make the practice schedules for everyone, making it so that it works with each member's free time perfectly.

■ Inosuke

- Inosuke for sure would be the drummer. It would definitely be the best choice as he can use it to release all his pent up energy or frustration during shows or practices.

- It's also a good choice for him as he doesn't have to memorize specifics, like notes and/or lyrics, just the beat of the songs. When on stage, Inosuke likes to give the audience a little show sometimes by doing tricks with his drumsticks and showcasing his flexibility between sets, to keep the audience hyped. And to show off a little.

■ Kanao

- I feel like Kanao wouldn't be on stage but more of an unseen to the public kind of member, matching her more quiet nature. She would be the one to write some of the songs alongside Muichiro, but mostly deals with managing the band.

- She'd work with Tanjiro to secure bookings and venues and handles the band's finances. Kanao also handles the paperwork involved with handling their merch and doling out everyone's paychecks.

■ Genya

- I think Genya would be the band's bassist. I feel like he would enjoy playing that instrument the most. It's not an 'in your face' type position in the band, like a singer or drummer but isn't a forgotten one either.

- I also think that Genya, like Inosuke, would sometimes show off to the crowd by playing the bass behind his back, keeping their interest. Also showing of his skills. Because of this, I think he and Inosuke compete to see who can impress the crowd more every performance.

■ Nezuko

- Nezuko is a singer alongside Zenitsu. They sing together on stage alot and is usually the one to get the audience engaged in some songs, like getting them to clap or sing along.

- I feel like she'd also be the one to design and coordinate everyone outs fits for each show they do. I think Nezuko'd be really good at fashion and she knows how to dress everyone in their respective styles and still have them look coordinated and in theme. Nezuko also helps Muichiro in making merch designs before handing them to Kanao.

■ Muichiro

- Muichiro is another one that I think would do better not in the public view due to his quiet nature. He mostly works on songwriting and creating merch designs.

- He also forgets the practice days a lot so they usually have it at his house, plus he has the space for it. If they have a particularly big show and the ticket sales and preparations get a little bit hectic, Muichiro will often help Kanao in dealing with it.

■ Zenitsu

- I see Zenitsu as the lead singer alongside Nezuko. With his much he can scream in the show, I think it's a good fit. Plus with his great hearing he can differentiate between pitches and keys to sing in.

- Out of all of them I think that Zenitsu is the one to be the most engaged with the fans out side of at shows. Like at meet and greets or just having fans come up to him on the street, I feel like he is less cautious about it and just gets super excited to meet everyone. His excitement goes through the roof, especially when girls come upto him.

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■ Giyuu and Sanemi

- These two would be the bodyguards. They make sure that fans don't get too rowdy during shows and meet n greets, as well as make sure no one steps out of line. They both take their job very seriously and haven't really had any accidents with fans. Most fans are very respectful to the band and its space but whenever a fan decides to break a boundary, these to are on it in an instant.

- Giyuu became their bodyguard since he's close family friends with the Kamado's when they were growing up. He thought it would be a great way to support them and make sure they stay safe in the entertainment industry. Plus with how he doesn't show that much emotion to others in public and acts closed off a lot, it helps him have the silent and intimidating look for his position.

- Sanemi became their bodyguard mostly to keep watch over Genya. With him being his only living sibling he didn't want Genya to be in any sort of danger, especially since being in a band gains a lot of public attention, not all of it positive. When realizing that participating in the band was what Genya really wanted to do, Sanemi agreed on the condition that he'd be their bodyguard. At first, he didn't like the idea and especially didn't like Tanjiro, blaming him for giving his brother the idea of being in the band, but after a while he warmed up to the idea and to the others, seeing how they all cared for one another and seeing how happy Genya was, doing this with his friends.

- Both Giyuu and Sanemi became bodyguard for the band at the same time but only became somewhat friends after 2 years. At first, Sanemi didn't like how closed off Giyuu was, thinking that he was looking down on him. Giyuu on the other hand, thought Sanemi was too aggressive and didn't like how he spoke to the other members. Eventually though, they warmed up to each other and became friends, bonding over the fact that they both want to keep the teens safe.

- Eventhough both are intimidating when doing their job, they also have fans of their own. Many of the band's fans are also fans of them and try to get pictures or autographs or their phone numbers. Sanemi and Giyuu decline their efforts which has led to many of the fans thinking they are together. Is this rumor true.....? Welp, we'll never know.

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