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peachdues · 4 months

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HOUSE OF CARDS — NSFW TEASER

Sanemi Shinazugawa x Kyojuro Rengoku x F!Reader • Bodyguard AU

A/N: happy KNY Sunday!

In honor of the new season premiering tonight, enjoy a first look at the first threesome between Reader and her two bodyguards.

Hope y’all are ready to be sandwiched between these two — things are gonna get filthy.

Note that when you see (…) that means I’m skipping to another scene — I can’t give the whole thing away, now can I?

CW: explicit sexual content • MDNI • threesomes • spanking • unprotected sex • double penetration • discussions of creampies • spanking • slightly mean!Kyojuro but only in bed • teasing

It was wrong; you knew what you were doing was wrong.

You were his employer and he your employee. By all accounts, the only reason for his presence in your life at all was thanks to a contract and a hefty payment.

But he was there, and he was looking at you with a smoldering heat that made you go weak at the knees. He’d protected you, both he and Agent Rengoku had thrown themselves over you to shield you from harm without a moment’s hesitation.

You’d been lonely for so long, and Sanemi had been so surprisingly gentle and kind. How could anyone blame you for wanting a little comfort, especially after what you’d just gone through?

You needed it; craved it.

And truthfully, you wanted to be fucked stupid.

“Please,” you whispered, taking another hesitant step toward him, your resolve threatening to crumble if he did not respond soon. “Please, Sanemi,”

The bodyguard’s eyes remained locked on your face as you leaned in, your nose brushing his. Though he was still, you could see the rigidity which had settled over his limbs, could see the tightness in his shoulders as he worked to keep himself from reaching out and holding you.

But then Sanemi’s eyes flickered down to your mouth, and you knew he was going to give in. Before he could lift them back up to your heady gaze, you let your towel drop to the floor, exposing your nude body entirely.

—-

(…)

The handsome, scarred bodyguard had your back pressed against your headboard, his base flush against yours as Sanemi circled his hips, grinding into you so deliciously that your eyes took residence in the back of your skull.

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

“God, you’re fuckin’ perfect,” Sanemi grunted against your throat, his hands sliding under your thighs and pushing them up until you were spread against your headboard. The new angle allowed him to shift his hips, the blunt head of his cock pushing so deep it was nearly painful.

“Oh my —“ You choked off, unable to string together a coherent sentence while the walls of your cunt clenched harder around the Bodyguard’s thick length. “Sanemi.”

The door to your bedroom banged open, and Sanemi was quick to cover your body with his own, yanking you down and behind him, concealing you from sight as he assessed the threat.

The threat, however, was no stranger. It was Rengoku, leaning against your 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 you, Sanemi smirked back and his hips began to roll back into yours, even as you squeaked. “I just wanted to ensure Agent Shinazugawa was tending to your needs.”

Sanemi abruptly snapped his hips against yours and your head fell back against your pillow as you cried out. A lewd squelching began to sound, breaking up the thick silence of the room as he repeated the movement again and again.

“I think she’s taken care of,” his voice was rough as his hand came to your breast and rolled a hardened nipple between his fingers. From the doorway, Rengoku’s eyes narrowed on your chest, his mouth watering at the thought of taking one of your 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 your wall.

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

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

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

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

Sanemi’s hips stuttered against yours as Rengoku’s breath caught in his throat. But you only repeated those damnable words once more as your hand flung out towards the doorway, beckoning.

“I want you both.”

———

(…)

You yelped as Rengoku’s hand made contact with your exposed backside, making you jolt in his lap, though the bodyguard’s other hand effortlessly held you in place, draped over his thighs.

The sting was momentarily chased away by a soothing rub, before he withdrew once more, bringing his hand back down on your other cheek, a resounding slap! echoing through your bedroom.

“You cannot hide such important information from us, Y/N,” Rengoku admonished, the contrast between the richness of his voice and the sting of his hand against the sensitive flesh of your ass making your thighs squeeze together as you squirmed in his lap. “We cannot do our jobs and protect you if you’re lying.”

You whimpered. “I couldn’t tell you — client confidentiality -“

Another smack, this time firmer, choked you off with a squeal, as Rengoku’s fingers squeezed your ass cheek tightly upon impact, a thumb rubbing circles over your reddened flesh.

“Our duty is to guard your life,” the ordinarily sweet-tempered protector warned. “The more difficult you make that duty, the harder your life will be when we finally get you home.”

But even as he said it, you felt his fingers inch closer and closer to the dip between your legs, to where the evidence of how thoroughly you’d been enjoying this side of your kind bodygurd was thoroughly coating your inner thighs.

He gave you one last smack, seeming to relish the way your ass jiggled with the impact, as he smoothed his hand appreciatively over the reddened curve.

“What do you think, Agent Shinazugawa?” Rengoku called jovially to his partner. “Do you think she’s learned her lesson?”

You did not hear Sanemi move from where he’d been leaning against your wall, watching Rengoku punish you, until you’d felt his fingers beneath your chin.

“I do,” he murmured, his voice rugged though his hands were gentle as he tilted your head, inspecting the small, bandaged cut across your cheek. The smirk on the scarred, ruggedly handsome face of your other bodyguard made your thighs clench all the more. “But I think it’s time we show her how grateful we are that she’s safe.

——

(…)

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

The movement stirred friction between where Rengoku’s coarse base was pressed flush against your sensitive clit, and you cried out, your 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 you in warning. “I promise we’ll give you what you need soon.”

Your responding whimper was cut off with a choke, as Sanemi realigned the tip of his achingly hard member at your entrance, already stretched and filled by Rengoku.

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

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

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

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

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

Growling in response to your 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 your vice-like cunt.

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

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

—

(…)

Sanemi’s head was thrown back, a whine tearing from his throat. “Fuck, I’m gonna — I need to pull out.” Another sloppy jerk of his hips upwards made it clear how close he was. “Now.”

But you couldn’t stand the thought of losing the comforting warmth of Sanemi’s cock, nor when it felt so good stretching you alongside Rengoku’s as the men alternated their thrusts, your body bouncing with each pointed movement from where you were sandwiched between them.

You were on birth control and both men were already bare inside you; flippantly, you rationalized that you might as well get your use from it.

“D-don’t!” You gasped, one shaky hand leaving its clawed grip against Rengoku’s shoulder in favor of reaching behind you, settling on the rocky expanse of Sanemi’s waist, anchoring him there. “Inside — both of you!”

“Oh fuck,” Rengoku hissed through clenched teeth, his thrusts stuttering. “Y/N — hah — are you sure?”

Reflexively, your legs clenched harder where they were draped over the crook of the fiery Bodyguard’s steely arms.

You nodded, desperate. “I need it — I need you to feel you both.”

Both men’s heads fell back as they simultaneously groaned.

—

(…)

A sudden graze of teeth against your ear made you shiver violently as Sanemi tugged at your lobe. “You’re gonna have to be a good girl, Y/N, and ask nicely, if you want it,” his voice dark and rich.

The white-haired bodyguard punctuated his demand by nearly pulling his cock out entirely from your heat before he snapped his hips up, eliciting deep moans from both his fellow guard and you pressed between them.

A feral, mischevious glint sparked to life in Rengoku’s searing gaze. He shifted beneath you, pushing his leg forward to keep you balanced as he moved one hand away from your thigh and cupped your breast.

Your eyes flew open as Rengoku pinched roughly at your nipple. “You heard your Agent, Y/N,” he rolled your mound in his palm before his fingers repeated the torture. “You need to beg.”

dw Sanemi is gonna suck Kyojuro’s dick later

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yuki2sksksk · 1 year

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-` 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕤 ´-

[ 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ]

【 𝙃𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙯𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙃𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙪 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 】

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6 (Ending)

【 𝙑𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙞 𝙭 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 】

Teaser

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Doodles

[ 𝐀𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ]

【 𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙎𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧 𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙙/𝙋𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝘼𝙐】

Kanae meets Sanemi and Shinobu is trying to grill Giyuu alive

Giyuu is saved yay

The Butterfly Pirates info

Lionfish based merman Kyojuro and Betta fish based Akaza (ft Inosuke)

Barmaid Mitsuri

Sea creatures they're based off

Sanemi stares at Kanae's poster

Yooo Giyushino crumbles 🤭

How Tanjirou and Kanao met + doodles

Injured Kanae

【 𝙐𝙣𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙉𝙚𝙯𝙪𝙠𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 】

The first

The second

The third

The fourth

[ 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ]

【 𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙨 】

Chibi Tanjirou, Luffy and Izuku

Tanjirou's forehead

Ft. Nezuko and her Blood Demon Art

One day at the park...

They have tragic siblings yeah

🍉

【𝙁𝙉𝘼𝙁 𝘽𝙐𝘿𝘿𝙔 𝙂𝙐𝘼𝙍𝘿】

"Bodyguard? More like Buddy-guard! "

Enter Rafael (Astra's second eldest brother)

Here's a AO3 fic

Sun and Moon (Sol and Mani) dragons

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violettaskies · 23 days

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Kinktober 2024

(Masterlist)

for the second year in a row, i wanted to challenge myself to do kinktober again (but this time actually doing every single week and not just half lol). using @chestharrington Lazy Ghoul’s Kinktober 2023 Prompt List helped me so much last year that i will be using it again! this will be my masterlist for those fics 💜🧡

hope you will enjoy!

masterlist will be updated as each fic is posted

also, i have only written stranger things fic since beginning my writing journey. but, i decided to try to do different medias as well!

fics will be posted on Wednesdays in October, hopefully

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Week One

prompt: thigh riding

pairing: roommate!nanami x f!reader (jjk / jujutsu kaisen)

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Week Two

prompt: toys

pairing: neighbour!sanemi x f!reader (demon slayer)

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Week Three

prompt: exhibitionism/voyeurism

pairing: pre-emperor!geta x f!reader (gladiator)

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Week Four

prompt: overstimulation

pairing: volleyball player!steve x f!reader (stranger things)

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Week Five

prompt: costumes

pairing: bodyguard!eddie x f!reader (stranger things)

sequel to Not Just a Dream

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muzansfangs · 1 year

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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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echantedtoon · 1 day

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A Lovers' Circle (Poly Haishira x Reader) Ch10 A Scarred Heart P3

(Warnings for mentioning of harassment from last chapter, and Sanemi roughing Jake up.

I dunno anything about health classes really do I'm just making something up for Y/n's interactions with Giyuu so bare with me on that part....Also yes. Giyuu's next to be romanced.

Also important to note that I'm mostly basing how everyone falls for Y/n based on the old post I made here.

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Your day was officially ruined.

You weren't covered in mud, food, makeup, and rain this time but the memories and actions of Jake made you angry and shell shocked. All you could do was go outside and angry cry. But you weren't alone this time. Kanae was gently rubbing your back and seemed to be frazzled herself. Not that you blamed her. Gyomei had been informed about what happened by her. The usual gentle giant went from shocked to a rare angry you've never seen before.

At the moment said boyfriend was inside apologizing to the owner for what happened and paying for the food. It was Sanemi who was standing by you both acting like a bodyguard and giving worried looks to you both.

"We're going to be alright," she assured you as you wiped your face. "Just take some deep breaths and try to calm yourself."

Eventually Gyomei did come out, lightly ducking his head to avoid hitting his head and immediately made his way over to you three. "Im sorry for taking so long. The owner was very understanding of the situation. Apparently he was not the first person who caused a fight at the bar."

You continued to finish up wiping at your eyes face still red from crying and anger. Blinking before turning to toss the napkin in a nearby trashcan. This day was a disaster. It started out great but ended up being just a mess. You scowled at nothing but blinked when two large hands suddenly cupped your cheeks and tilted you up to the concerned look of Gyomei.

"Are you alright?"

You blinked before nodding. "Y-Yes. I'm ok. *sniff*" Although you did sigh and lean into the comforting touch of his hands.

"I'm sorry. I should've been there. This is the second time I wasn't there when he was around."

"I-It wasn't your fault."

"No. I should've been there. I have no excuses."

"Listen to her, Mei." A hand plopping onto his side had Gyomei turning towards Sanemi. "You were talking to your MOM. Sides you think a bastard like that cares about anyone else but himself? It's no one's dam fault but his and if he has at least one working braincell-" SMACK! He quickly smacked a fist into his palm. A strained smile on his face. "-he'll stay away. If not I have no problem knocking some more sense into 'em."

"I-I appreciate that."

"Tch. No one touches my girls and gets away with it."

... Gyomei turned his head with a brow raised to him. "'My girls'?"

"OUR girls!," Sanemi quickly corrected looking at him. "Kanae shouldn't have gone through that neither did your girlfriend! I'm not wrong!"

Gyomei raised a brow higher with a hum as Sanemi sweated under him.

"Hey. The day's almost over so why don't we just settle down." Kanae quickly redirected the topic away from them. "My house isn't too far from here. Would you two like to come over and watch a movie? We can get pizza or something."

"T-That's really nice of you to offer, but I think I just want to go home." You politely declined to Kanae who understood.

"Then I'll walk you home. I'm so sorry our night had to turn out like this."

"N-No. Sanemi's right. It's no one's fault but Jake's. Let's just get back." You took a few steps towards the way back home before stopping and suddenly turning back to Sanemi. "Oh I almost forgot. Sanemi."

"Hm?" Said man froze as two hands grabbed him by the face and a second later a smooch was pressed into his cheek very quickly.

You instantly let go giving him a grateful smile. "Thanks for saving me. I really appreciate it. I owe you one I swear. See you tomorrow at campus. Bye, Kanae. It was nice seeing you again too."

"Bye, Y/n. See you tomorrow, Mei!" Kanae waved at them both as Gyomei wrapped an arm protectively around your shoulders and began walking you home. When they were both down the street, she turned to her frozen boyfriend and giggled at his expression. "Are you ok, Honey? You seem to be blushing."

"I'M NOT BLUSHING!!"

The walk home was only silent with you leaning again your boyfriend who still placed a protective hold on your shoulders and every so often still uttered apologies but you told him it was alright. For now you just found comfort in the presence of your large boyfriend. By the time you both DID get home it was getting a little late.

"Do you want to stay for dinner? You really didn't get to finish lunch and I don't mind cooking ?"

"I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything for me after today..but we could order something if that works for you?"

"Sure. I was going to cook something for someone tomorrow anyways! Come on in and I'll put in a movie."

A pair of legs quickly walked through the crowds and pushed past people in his way. A loud giggling came from the toddler resting on his shoulders and clinging to his big brother's head. There was an urgency as he walked in order to get to the daycare before his classes started and he'd be late. He pushed on further and further into the crowds of people not caring if they gave him dirty looks. He just kept a firm grip on his giggling brother who giggled out and made full speed ahead towards the building in front of him. Making it as he threw the door open and meeting a familiar sight.

"Hi, Sanemi!," you greeted him as he walked up to the counter. "Good morning!"

"Hey. How are ya? Gotta go!," he quickly spoke out lifting his giggling brother off his shoulders, over his head, and into your awaiting arms as you placed him on your hip. He then slung the extra bag off his shoulders. "Here's his clothes and stuff. I gotta go."

"Oh. Before you go I did get you something." He paused briefly blinking as you reached under the counter and pulled out a small box about as big as a small coffee cake. "It's some more ohagi!" You smiled brightly at him. "I made you some as thanks for yesterday. I hope you like it."

Said scarred man opened his mouth-.. Before his face turned a bright pink and he snatched it from your hands sputtering. "Yeahthanksgottagobye-" He quickly threw out at you before swiftly leaving as you waved.

Hm. He seemed in a hurry. Must've been late for his classes. Speaking of which you'd better also get ready for your health class. You still had to turn in the paper from your last project and then take notes for today. But first you'd better drop off Koto with Gyomei and grab your things.

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"Class, turn to page one hundred and thirty two. Today we'll be reviewing the lesson from last week you based your projects on before-"

The sounds of many pages turning in the large room as at least fifty students turned to the appropriate places in their textbooks. Others took out note books lined with lots of notes from previous lessons with room for future ones. Pencils and erasers at the ready for the task ahead of taking down important information. Highlighters in bright yellow ready to highlight any very important details hidden in the professor's speeches. Lights dim as the first slides showed in time with the words the professor spoke.

"Now this here is the example of a former student I showed you of. Your task was to pick a famous medical discovery or sickly disaster from history and write a report on how that discovery or disaster affects modern health experts and research today-"

The current slide showed up a picture of an old painting taken at the city's local museum. It's old pain chipping away but still held together enough to show the picture of a man in his late fifties in an old hospital uniform. The professor looked up at the slide before adjusting his glasses and looking back at the younger crowd.

"Who here can tell me who this man was?" Murmurs and coughs were circulated around until one hand raised up in the very back row. He pointed at it after a moment of straining his eyes to see around the dimly lit room. "Yes. You, Y/n!"

"The reigning monarchy during that time was lead by King Cedric Roland Jackson Snider the Forth and his wife Queen Stacia Emily Snider." Your hand slowly lowered after your answer and the professor nodded in approval.

"Excellent! Yes! Both King and Queen during that time funded their exhibition out to the area where our town would first be established. Who can tell me what the original purpose of the exhibition was?" Again unsure looks were given around until once more your hand raised in answer. "Miss Y/n?"

"John MacVicar!"

"Right you are! Yes! He was part of a research team of doctors, engineers, and designers who helped to create the first medical ultrasound. The student who did the project on this man included references to some of those people in their paper. Now can anyone tell me one way we use medical ultrasounds today?" You waited to see if someone else would raise their hand and someone else did. A boy in the very front row. "Yes, Charlie!"

You didn't bother interrupting and only listened to the professor continue his lesson and turn to the next slide which was a picture of some old relics from the same time as the founding of the town. You busied yourself by writing down words in the notebook you always took with you during these classes. The words forever being inscribed upon the surface of the paper with ink- Something poked your arm making you pause.

"Psst. Hey, Bud. I gotta tell you something."

Your f/c eyes deadpanned looked at the dark eyes of the man sitting next to you as he again poked your upper arm.

"What, Murata?," you whisper hissed back to him voice low to avoid drawing attention. "I'm trying to take notes here. You should be taking notes too! You have no idea if this'll be on the finals!"

Murata didn't seemed phased by your words in the slightest and only whispered back. "We need to talk. It's important!"

"I'm taking notes. Wait til after class."

"WHAT?! BUT THAT'S STILL HOURS AWAY-"

"Mr. Murata." The professor gave a look of silent disapproval as the lesson paused. A good few heads also turned to stare at the seemingly frozen man next to you suddenly in the spotlight. "Is there something so important that you have to disrupt my lesson? If so please share it with the class."

In an instant Murata's face went an embarrassed red and he shook his head no. "N-NO! I was just-...Uh. A-Asking to borrow a pencil! Yeah!"

The professor narrowed his heads. "Well then next time ask quietly or better. Next time actually come prepared and not disrupt the class. Now then. " He turned back to the board. "As I was saying, notice how they didn't list their sources on where they got the information? Don't do this. Whether it's from a book, website, or interview with a professional. ALWAYS list reliable resources for where you got your information."

Murata gave a sigh of relief as the faces of their classmates turned away from them and focused back onto the lesson the professor was giving.

"I told you. Just wait until all our classes are finished and we'll talk after. Ok?" You looked back to the notebook after giving Murata a quick reassuring pat on the hand.

His huffed annoyed before he pulled his hands back and looked away. "Fine. But don't take too long."

You wondered briefly about what he wanted that was so important to interrupt class but brushed it off to refocus on the lesson before you. Your paper had been about smallpox and how the man who invented the vaccine was able to make a cure for the epidemic of it. You just hoped the professor liked it enough. The professor continued sighting mistakes to avoid in the future when writing a report before looking back to the class.

"Now then. Your assignments will be graded and be given back to you this Friday. Until then you'll be doing another project with a partner. It'll be the last major project before winter break so be sure to work hard on it." The professor clicked a button and the projector. On the slide it had two different pictures. One of a brain and one of a silhouette of a man running. "Your project is going to be based on mental and physical health. You and your partner will chose one of the topics and base your project on how one thing can impact either, either in a negative or positive way. Again that topic is up to you to decide but you must take notes and have proof of your results. You may now chose your partner but just know whoever you pick will be your partner for the duration of the project."

The lights turned back on above everyone and the mumbling started up again as the professor switched off the projector. Blinking at the sudden change in lightage, you shook your head before turning to Murata and stopped as you realized he was gone. F/c eyes blinked before your head swiveled around but you still didn't see him. You even stood up for a better peek but still didn't see him through the crowds. Where did he go? He was right here just a second ago..He must've moved and you didn't notice too busy paying attention to the professor. Rats. You were gonna ask him to be your partner.

Already some people were getting up and moving around at towards their desired partners and not one of them was your friend. Rats again. Outside of Murata you didn't really know anyone else in the class.

Or at least that's what you thought at first.

You had settled yourself into just picking a random person and asking them, however when you looked up towards the very back you caught sight of a familiar face. There up in the top row of seats sitting all by himself was a man. A man with long dark black hair tied in a ponytail, and a large baggy hoodie. Blue eyes didn't look up from the notebook he was still writing in. Just continuing to work away on whatever he was doing. All alone with empty seats all around him.

So maybe that's why when a lady smiled at him from rows below and gathered up her backpack,he didn't notice. Nor did he notice when she bounded up the stairs towards him until a shadow fell over him. Those dark blue eyes blinked confused before looking up and jumping lightly at the sight of your pretty face smiling at him.

"Hi, Giyuu! You remember me right?"

Wait. DID he know her? He furrowed his brows in thought looking at her up and down wracking his brain. Oh wait. This was the lady Gyomei was seeing now wasn't it? Yes. He saw her twice but he remembered who she was now.

So he nodded at her. "Yes. How are you?"

"I'm great thanks! I remembered that we took the same health class." She spoke so excitedly it reminded him a bit of Mitsuri- "Do you wanna be my partner?"

A record scratch sound went off.

...Giyuu blinked. Staring at her wide eyed before turning around to look around him really quick just to be sure there wasn't another Giyuu she was asking before slowly looking back to her and pointing at himself. "Me?"

"Of course! You're like the only person here who I remotely know."

His eyes widened more. "You w-w-want to be my partner?" You nodded. "Do the project with me?"

"Of course! I'd love to! Do you wanna be my partner?" He slowly nodded as if not entirely sure this was happening himself. "Great! Class is almost over. We can get some food at the cafeteria and discuss what you want to do for the project if you'd like." Still bewildered he nodded and was even more surprised when you flopped down next to him with a smile and leaned towards him. "So how have you been? I haven't seen you since the onsen incident. I'm really sorry btw."

"I-I.." He swallowed thickly. "I've been fine. And it's fine."

"I'm glad you're not angry with me. Gyomei was right about you."

"Huh?" He rose a brow at you once more confused. Gyomei mentioned him? When? What did he say?

You smiled largely at him. "You're very understanding and kind."

"EH?!" You still smiled as his face went a confused pink. However you just opened your notebook.

"I think we should do a physical health project. With your studies in wanting to be a p.e. teacher it might make it easier for us to work with the subject with your smarts."

"You..think I'm smart?"

"Obviously. Do you want to do the physical health subject?"

He didn't answer at first still staring in awe at you before his face returned to his normal stoic expression and his face slowly slipped back to its normal color. "*ahem* ...Yes. Let's do that. We can discuss what we both want to do for the project later when we get dinner."

You nodded in enthusiasm. "Great! There's a cafe on campus if you want to go there and talk. I'll just call Gyomei after class and let him know where I am."

"That's fine."

You smiled at him and continued to try and make small talk until the bell rang signalling the end of class. Giyuu stood up first politely waiting for you to gather your things before filing out the door with him and down the halls amongst the throngs of people. You pulled out your phone to call Gyomei but stopped as you say a familiar sight. Murata was coming down the hall towards you as you waved to him but your friend stopped seeing Giyuu giving you a gaze... before he frowned, turned, and disappeared into the crowd again. ..Huh. That was weird. What was that all about? Oh well. You shrugged it off before continuing to call Gyomei.

Your boyfriend was surprised to hear you were hanging out with Giyuu but was very understanding of your project and wished you both luck on coming up with a way to tackle said project. With that out of the way you happily turned back to Giyuu who again blink as you happily grabbed him by the hand and tugged him out of the building and towards the on campus cafe.

He stared wide eyed in awe at where she grabbed a hold of hand then slowly back to her as she smiled and slowly took the man all the way back to the cafe. As the door chimes on the door above you, another familiar face lit up as she spotted you both.

"GIYUU!! Y/N!!," Mitsuri called before giving a full armed wave at you both from behind the cash register.

"Hi, Mitsuri! Can I get two of those really delicious milkshakes and a couple fruit sandwiches please?" You turned back to Giyuu who was still mesmerized with where you had grabbed his hand and was staring at you. "Do you like milkshakes and fruit sandwiches?" He slowly nodded at you. "Ok. Then we'll have some my treat!" You then turned back to Mitsuri who was still smiling and blinking. "Hey..Are you wearing a new eyeshadow?"

"YES! Obi got it for me! Isn't he the sweetest?", she gushed out.

"Absolutely! You look beautiful in green!"

"KYYAAA!!~" She gushed a bright pink as you complimented her. "Oh my gosh! You're so sweet! I could kiss you right now-"

"Oi! Quits making a racket out there and send us the orders!," another female voice called out from the back.

"Oh right! You guys go sit down and I'll bring it to you when it's done!"

You smiled wider at the blushing woman. "Thanks, Mitsuri. C'mon, Giyuu."

Giyuu continued to stare at you before you walked towards a nearby empty table. He watched you before looking at Mitsuri who only smiled back wider at one of her partners holding her own cheeks.

"I know! Perfect isn't she?!"

He opened his mouth-.. before deciding to just close it and quickly follow you to the table. You were already sat down and opening your notebook to today's lesson. He slowly sat down across from you and you spoke.

"So I know we chose physical health but what are we doing? The professor said that we have to chose an aspect that either affects a person negatively or positively and gather evidence on it. Any ideas?" You looked at him.

His eyes gazed over to the side.. before nodding. "I came up with something while writing."

"I'd love to hear it!"

Again he looked surprised by your words. "You.. actually want to hear what I have to say?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I usually do projects alone. I'm not really a person that most people choose to be around."

"Well that's just mean." He again blinked as you pointed at him. "I think they just don't bother to try and talk to you but that's their loss. They just won't know how much of a unique person you really are." His eyes widened as you gestured to him. "So what was the idea for the project?"

"..Huh?"

"The project idea, Giyuu."

"O-Oh." He cleared his throat. "They say that moving around continuesly for at least one hour a day can be very good for your health. I was planning on measuring my strength and muscle mass and then proceeding to record myself exercising for one hour a day. It's mid October now and the project isn't due until the last day of November so the day before I turn it in, I'd measure my muscle build again and see if there was any change in strength or stamina."

Your eyes were wide in awe. "Giyuu, that's ingenious!" You smiled brightly! "Also that's a great idea! Let's do it!"

"Really?! You really think it's good?" You nodded. "In that case, would you be alright with doing the project with me? I think two people doing the project might make make it more credible if there's more than one person with the result."

"Good idea! I'm busy with work and classes though so we'll have to do our hour exercises at noon except on the weekends. I'll give you my number and address. Tomorrow we can start after work. Sounds good?"

Again he nodded looking off to the side and rubbing at his neck. "S-Sure. Sounds..pretty....P-Pretty good." He added quickly at the end with his still blunt tone. "I-I'll talk to Shinobu about it tonight."

"I'll be sure to let Gyomei know too. For now let's get some food in us before we become skeletons."

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yandere-kokeshi · 1 year

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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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d1g1k1tty · 6 months

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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

#giyuu tomioka #rengoku kyojuro #rengiyuu #demon slayer #archive of our own #fanfiction #fanfic #maybe this is my Roman Empire #I need to see it again in this lifetime

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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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nymphoheretic · 1 year

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˜”°•.˜”°• Deadly Games We Play •°”˜.•°”˜

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

Word count: 4k

Tags: @bakugosbratx @yeahitzally @comatosebunny09 @auraee @cherryblossomsenpai @babiefwuit @linpunny @kyojuro-my-wuv @lovely-shimmers @sassysaxsolo @sailewhoremoon @unknownspecies @craftycheetah @neji85 @renhoeku

Network: @tokyometronetwork

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

You cursed silently as you 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. You wiped the sweat collected on your forehead , watching as the older man walked to the luxurious limousine.

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

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

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

“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?”

You quickly sent back your 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.” You put the cell back into your pocket, biting your lip.

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

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

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

“Oh, excuse me.” you said, keeping your head lowered.

“It’s okay.”

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

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

You let out a sigh of relief when the light flashed with the number of the floor you were on. 25th. Just as you were about to get inside the door, a black gloved hand covered your mouth as the cold steel of a gun pressed against the small of your 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 you, he quickly went into his office to grab something before going back down the corridor. Kyoujurou followed the sound of yourheels clicking on the floor until you reached the elevator. He eyed the red trench coat that covered your body and the fedora hat you wore to conceal your features even more. The dark lens of your shades hid your eyes; If he hadn’t heard your sweet voice, Kyoujuro probably would’ve let you slip past him.

He waited around the corners, watching as you rapidly pressed the elevator’s button up to the top floor. Judging by the way he was looking at you, it would seem that he was practically stripping you with his eyes while watching you tap your 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 you could walk inside, he quickly grabbed you, wrapping his hand around your mouth as he pushed his gun against your spine. The blond smiled as he leaned over you to whisper in your ear. “Looks like I’ve caught you this time, Angel?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smirked at your 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 your face, cupping your warm cheek in the palm of his hand. “I could snap your neck, y’know.” Kyoujuro’s breath fanned against your face, the sweet scent of the tobacco of the cigar he had smoked earlier flooding your senses.

His hand went to squeeze at your 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 your pouty lips. “I didn’t forget your silly little rules either.”

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

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

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

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

You cry out his name when you felt the cold steel of his gun rub against your inner thighs, trying to spread them. “W-what are you?” you pressed your head back against the cool wall of the elevator when his tongue swirled over your 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 your ear after releasing your nipple with a wet, lewd ‘POP’. He looked into your eyes, smirking at the way your pupils were blown out and your chest heaving from the pleasure he was giving you.

A grin spread over his lips when you shook your 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 your pussy back to the side. “I’ll just fuck you with this.”

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

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

You were stunned and dazed by the gun pressed so snuggly inside your cunt that you barely registered his words? “Wh-what? No. I..fuck, please, no more. I can’t take it. It’s too big.” you 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 your 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 you with his gun, pushing the barrel deeper inside with each thurst. He could feel you becoming soaking wet, your 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?”

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

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

Kyoujuro watched as your nose scrunched up, your 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 your shoulders before sliding down to his knees.

His tongue slipped out to tease her clit with quick flicks, as he pushed the gun in and out at such a pace, your breasts were wiggling outside your leotard. His fiery eyes looked up at the fucked out expression on your face as he sucked on your 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 you 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. you wanted to say yes so badly, but you knew that if you did the bastard would stop again. If you could keep silent, you could have your oragasm then stab him in the neck with your poisoned blades hidden in your boots. You reached up to cover your lips with your hand, teeth embedded into the fleshy part of your palm, you muffled your cries as you shook your head at his question. You would not give him the satisfaction of hearing how needy you were.

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

As soon as you get yours , you’ll stab him.

Kyoujuro’s keen hearing picked up the small sound of the blade in your heels coming out. He smirked against your clit as he bit it softly as he reached up and ripped your hand away from your mouth. Grinning at the loud cry you gave, the fiery blond pulls away from your body, taking the gun out of your quivering walls. “Sorry, love.” He licks your 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, you cursed him, the ache in your empty cunt fueled your anger. “That fucking bastard!”

-0-0-0

You stomped into your weapons room, your eyes narrowed into slits of rage. Even after scrubbing your body raw, you could still feel Kyoujuro’s hot touches all over your body and that ache in your lower belly was still unquenched. You grabbed your rifle off the gun wall and carefully broke it down to fit into the case. You were going to kill that man.

Today.

You wouldn’t let him continue to toy with you. Removing everything that could make any noise, you changed into a black shirt and shorts. Pulling on your black arm guards and mask, you were ready.

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

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

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

You cursed softly. “No, sir. I’m just in the middle of something. I’ve got a target in my sight.” you told him, hoping that would appease him that he’ll soon have one less enemy to worry about. While your talents were superior in poisons and blades you were still a trained markswoman. You rarely ever miss your shot. You lined up your 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 your head to clear your thoughts, you lined up your shot. Letting out a slow breath, “Lining up the shot.” Your finger rested on the trigger as you waited for a clear spot at your target. “Target in visual...” you murmured softly. Every nerve in your body was alight as you pulled the trigger. The bullet flew through the air and penetrated your 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.

You rose back to my feet as you 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...” you walked over to pick up the bullet casing when you 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?” you scanned the area, waiting to see who you shot. “Fuck Muzan is going to be pissed if I shot a civilian on accident.” you pressed your hands on one of the brick pillars of the roof as you waited with bated breath to see who was killed. An immediate sigh of relief left your lungs when you saw the red tipped blonde hair of Rengoku Shinjuro peek out from under the sheet they covered his body with.

Feeling relieved that you took out one of you targets, you 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, you had made it very clear that you would kill him before he succeeded in making you 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 you fall for him so hard that you 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.

#nymphomanic♡#rengoku x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #rengoku x you #rengoku x y/n #kyojuro x reader #kyojuro x you #kyoujurou rengoku smut #rengoku smut #rengoku kyoujurou x reader #kyoujurou x reader #kyoujurou rengoku x reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer smut #kny x reader #kny smut

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lale-txt · 6 months

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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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peachdues · 1 year

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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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silverynight · 2 years

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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.

***

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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petitelepus · 4 months

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Matchup Trade With @pinejayy!

Jayy, I match you with Sanemi Shinazugawa!

Sanemi fell for your blunt honesty. At first, you appeared small and shy, not really his type, but then you got comfortable and opened your mouth and that was it, hands up, game over, he fell for you and he fell hard.

It doesn't help that you are sassy too. Sanemi might make a comment about your shortness, but you shoot right back by telling him that he is shorter than his own little brother, so who is he to judge?

But, it's because you are so tiny that you need to be kept safe, no matter what! Sanemi takes your safety extremely seriously because you somehow activate the protective instincts in him.

There is no denying him, he will be your personal bodyguard and it will take a moment when you are both in mortal danger before he sucks up his stubbornness and confesses and that's when your relationship blooms like flowers after rain.

Your gothic grudge look sets you apart from the rest of the people. It's not his style, but he loves how black suits you and how good you make the styles look on you. He won't admit it, but your fishnet leggings make him feel things. Also, your freckles are cute as fuck and very rare in his mind.

When it comes to your tattoos, Sanemi is impressed. They are pretty fucking striking, and they must have hurt, but they do make you look cooler and tougher. He wants to hear the story behind each one of them.

Sanemi appreciates your honesty and how you don't sugarcoat things. Not many dare to directly say what they are thinking, but you don't hide your thoughts or opinions. It's nice because he doesn't need to try and guess what's going on in your mind because you just go and tell him. That saves time for both of you.

He isn't one bit bothered by your occasional rudeness. Hell, he is pretty rude too, so you two fit together pretty fucking well, don't you think?

Sanemi will happily take you on in fighting games. He isn't the best right away, but he is a quick learner and soon becomes a worthy challenger for you. He will buy you the newest Mortal Combat and the two of you go through all the different finishing moves and admire the graphics.

The man doesn't really know how to feel about your plushie collection. You're a grown-up woman, aren't toys for kids? Despite his harsh words, whenever he is out and sees a plushie that's your style and or is something he knows you would like, he gets it for you. However, when it comes to giving it to you, he becomes awkward.

"I just saw this and thought of your dump face… Don't get any funny ideas, okay!?" Is he being tsundere? He is.

Sanemi also thinks you are a total nerd for liking comic books and having figurines, but you are his nerd.

He is impressed that you can actually write and draw your own things, or about stuff you are interested in. He isn't quite as creative as you, but he is curious about the stuff you write but too stubborn to ask you to let him read. So he will drop hints here and there about your stuff until you ask if he wants to see your work.

"Tch, fine, if you insist…!" Again with the tsundere act.

You have a good appetite and a sweet tooth and he can't say anything about it because he has one also. He could eat ohagi as a breakfast, lunch, snack, dinner, and so on. He gets happy if you try and like ohagi also and makes sure to buy plenty for both of you.

Sanemi doesn't get scared. Never has and never will. Watching horror movies with him is interesting because he will make assumptions and try to figure out who the killer is before the movie is even halfway through. He is secretly fantasizing about how you would get scared and hug him for safety and hide your pretty face against him.

Humor him and hug his arm while you are watching the movie. He will smirk and ask if you are getting cold feet in the middle of the best part, but he will hold you close.

The man can appreciate good music and while he is a little taken aback by your taste in music, he doesn't let it change his opinion of you. Hell, he gives your music a chance and as he listens, he starts liking all the heavy metal and rock. He becomes a fan and starts to listen to them with you actively.

Many don't know it, but Sanemi actually likes animals. There have been times when he has been sighted feeding stray animals, helping cats down from trees, or shielding puppies from rain with his umbrella. These sightings are rare though, and if caught, he will stubbornly deny everything… But when the two of you are officially a couple, he will include you in his activities with animals.

He can get why someone is disgusted by centipedes, like, they have so many legs, it's just creepy, but to be scared of them? If you ever find yourself chased to the corner by the long bug, Sanemi will come to save you, but he will be making fun of you a little. You can stand killer clowns and serial killers, but one bug turns you into a crybaby?

But when he sees just how scared you really are and how there are literal tears in your eyes, he will throw the bug out, hug you, and apologize for ever making fun of you. Never attempt to scare you with bugs again and will get rid of them before you can notice them.

Sanemi takes your dislike towards loud noises and crowds seriously because he cares about you and wants you to be comfortable.

For example, when it's time for the fireworks festival, he takes you as far as he can from other people and as far as he dares so the sounds aren't that bad, but close enough that you can still see the fireworks lighten and paint the night sky with gorgeous colors.

While you are admiring the beautiful lights, he admires your pretty smile and how your eyes shine as the fireworks reflect on them. Sanemi feels so lucky and will pull you against his side, enjoying your company and thanking God for blessing him with you.

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muzansfangs · 1 year

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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.

| chapter 9 |

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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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