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luckydii · 9 months

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。i’m afraid that’s just the way the world works (but i think that it could work for you and me)

synopsis. suguru stumbles across two girls that need a home. somehow, one step at a time, you both find yourselves navigating parenthood

contents. not canon compliant at all—there are still curses, but it's literally an au where everything turns out happy LMAO, teacher! suguru, husband! suguru, fem! reader, reader is referred to as "wife" and "mommy," hints at child neglect/abuse (nanako and mimiko's backstory), yuji, nobara and megumi are the ones that save nanako and mimiko—the timeline is inaccurate bc the twins are still kids when megumi and co. are teens, single dad! satoru who raised megs and tsumiki (tsumiki is ALIVE and NOT CURSED) <3, it's just fluff tbh, it's overall healing and happy i promise

word count. 5.4k (sigh...this was supposed to be a drabble)

notes. yeah i am telling u i literally shoved every fix-it fic idea for jjk into one fic okay and u will all nod along and agree with it. this was supposed to be a drabble but i literally just could not shut up so now its a fic

“there are these two girls,” suguru says quietly at dinner one night, pulling you from the comfortable silence. you look up as you swallow, eyeing him as you nod carefully—nothing is ever a normal conversation when your husband is a jujutsu teacher. nothing is ever a normal conversation when you’re capable of jujutsu in general, you’ve learned that well by now.

“okay…” you say slowly, “and are they your students?”

they must be new, if they are. you know all of suguru’s students; you know them well enough to pick birthday presents and bring what they each like from the bakery. you don’t think you know of these two—they must be new.

“no,” he breathes, “no, they’re too young for that. maybe someday,” he adds hopefully.

“maybe someday,” you agree thoughtfully.

suguru loves teaching. it’s not something he ever saw himself doing—but life is dark at one point, a constant cloud looming over his head as it screams it’s over! your youth is over.

sometimes it hits him all at once—no one was there to protect suguru’s youth, no one was there for satoru’s or nanami’s, and certainly not haibara’s. no one was there to make sure they could be kids, that the sun could still shine and chase the clouds away.

so suguru becomes a teacher. he’s fond of the kids—and they like him too. geto sensei, they call, geto sensei, look! and then he pauses in the hall, holds back an amused chuckle before turning to face an overly enthusiastic yuji and nobara. megumi is not far behind, that disgruntled look on his face as always, but if you look closely, his eyes are soft and laced with something close to fondness.

geto sensei is a favorite—much more of a favorite than gojo sensei is, to satoru’s utter dismay. you can’t help but watch proudly sometimes, can’t help but watch how much suguru has grown as he interacts with those kids, how much he’s allowed himself to grow, how much he’s let himself try to chase the sun instead of letting the clouds convince him the light no longer exists.

“they’re five,” suguru continues, poking the soba in front of him as he doesn’t meet your gaze. “the kids found them on a mission. in a cage.”

you know what that means instantly. you look at suguru, watching as his eyes stare numbly at the food in front of him—sometimes, you worry that suguru will once more fall victim to those bone-chilling thoughts he shares with you one night. sometimes you worry he’ll slip and fall once more and you won’t notice this time, won’t reach your fingers and grasp him at the last second.

but he blinks, looks up and meets your eyes this time, stares into them and searches them for what he needs. he finds it, you think, because there’s light returning to them once more.

maybe it’s hope, maybe it’s acceptance. maybe it’s neither, and he’s just happy to have you to come back to when the world gets too burdensome. you’re not sure, but you do know you’ll always be there, right where he needs you.

“what happened to them?” you ask gently, “was it their parents?”

“no,” he shakes his head, “the villagers. their parents are dead.”

it’s not new—you’ve seen it before too. children tend to notice their techniques at this age. it’s not new to hear about children with no family history of sorcerers being labeled as some type of other in the family, in the community, or in the village.

suguru is lucky in that way—his mother and father see him as something special, something worth celebrating, something greater than they could ever hope to be. you meet them once every year, just for a few days. they love you, greeting you with kind smiles and warm hugs, pulling you inside as they get dinner ready. you visit his old room and smile as you rake your fingers over the figures on his desk and the cd’s he used to collect. his mother keeps his room in perfect condition, even after all these years.

you remind him to call more. sometimes, he tries—just for you, he tries. it’s hard for him, you realize. sometimes suguru is guilty; sometimes, he’s haunted by what he almost did but thankfully didn’t. it’s hard to face his parents ever since, even if they’re blissfully unaware. it’s easier to love them from afar, he thinks. but you insist he calls more, so he does. sometimes hearing his mother’s voice is what he needs, even if he doesn’t like to admit it.

“so…what’ll happen to them?” you ask quietly.

“they’re at the school for tonight,” he mumbles, “there’s enough bedrooms, anyway. but…”

but they can’t stay there forever, is what he wants to say, you know that. staying at jujutsu high is hardly enough for children so young. they need a proper home, a proper family. you can’t help but stare down at your own bowl of soba. it’s hard to watch children suffer like this. it’s especially hard on suguru—he chose to teach to help those kids, to be there. somethings, however, cannot be fixed by simply being there.

“and then what will happen after?”

“they need a home,” he says quietly, “and…listen, i know we never really…we’ve never discussed something like this. but…maybe for a while, just until something better is decided, we could…”

you know what he’s trying to say before he can even say it—you and suguru have never discussed children. you don’t think you ever really want to, and you’re fairly certain he feels the same. it’s hard to lose haibara when you’re just a young kid, hard to live with the fact that someone so young and hopeful about the world is here one second and then gone the next. you see nanami sometimes—he’s kind to you, greets you politely, and asks how you are. but nothing about him has ever been the same since that day.

will your children meet the same fate? will you have them one second and lose them the next? will you patiently wait for them to come to visit the next chance they get from school, only to get a phone call no parent deserves to hear? they’re common in the jujutsu world. it’s a risk every parent has to take. some are selfish—rightfully so. some don’t care to let their children master their techniques, arguing it’s better to have a child that’s incapable and alive than gifted and dead. what if your children end up like nanami? the one who manages to live but can never accept the fact, not when someone else is dead. how will you be a pillar of strength? how can you tell them it’s okay to live as long as it’s not them who’s dead? how can you help them grieve when you are always grieving yourself?

you don’t think you ever want children, and you think you’re right in your assumption that suguru agrees.

but those girls need a home, and you know the look on suguru’s face means options are limited—scarily so. you look at him for a while, look at him and see the way he’s got his heart set on these two girls—suguru has lost more than you ever could, and if this is something he thinks he should do, you think it might be worth a chance.

“bring them for dinner tomorrow,” you say finally, bringing soba to your lips, “i’d like to meet them.”

it’s not a straight answer, but it’s a start. suguru nods, smiling gently at you before he continues with his own dinner. it’s silent after that, but it’s not uncomfortable. he still steals your last bite of soba at the end, and you still roll your eyes and let him. you wash the dishes together after that, argue over whose turn it is to rinse and whose turn it is to dry—it’s routine, and you’re grateful you have something to look forward to in this cruel world, something you can count on regularly.

—————

hasaba nanako and hasaba mimiko.

those are their names. megumi says so when he first brings them to suguru. nanako is blonde, a bit bolder than mimiko, who’s brunette. nanako is older by five minutes, and she likes to remind everyone when she can. mimiko holds nanako’s hand when she’s nervous, and nanako squeezes tightly with a smile. they’re a mellow pair, despite it all. a little distrusting and a little nervous when too many people are in a room at once.

they take a liking to suguru, however. satoru is a bit too loud and boisterous for them, but suguru is kind and soft and gives them gentle head pats when they cooperate and answer his questions. on the way home, he asks them if they’d like something from the bakery.

it leaves them a bit quiet, right until he looks over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow as he awaits their answer.

“we’ve never been to one,” nanako answers quietly, the first to speak between the two, as always.

“is that so?” suguru asks gently. they nod, still holding hands.

children of five summers, and they have never picked out a cake for even a birthday—he wonders why that is. they shouldn't have shown signs of having cursed techniques so young, there should be no reason to mistreat them so early on—the conclusion he comes to makes him even unhappier. parents should never have children if they aren’t willing to love them, he thinks bitterly.

“it’s alright,” mimiko says finally, “we don’t need—”

“come on then,” suguru grabs nanako’s free hand, gently pulling them both along the busy streets of tokyo, “my wife’s favorite bakery is around the corner. we’ve tried everything they have by now, so you’ll have to tell us what’s your favorite, yeah?”

it’s nanako who answers again first, nodding slowly before she smiles hopefully. “okay,” she murmurs.

from the corner of his eyes, suguru notices mimiko gently pull her hand from her sister’s, quickly taking a few steps as she walks across in front of him before promptly finding herself on his other side. her hand reaches for his—it’s slow, a bit unsure, so he grabs it delicately, giving a small squeeze as he grins down at her.

“wait until you try the strawberry cake,” he hums, “that’s my favorite.”

—————

suguru comes home with two small girls on either side of him and more bags than you can count from the bakery just five minutes from your apartment. you blink before rushing over and taking a few bags from his hands.

“did you just buy one of everything or something?” you ask incredulously, staring at all the boxes of goods within the bags.

he grins that closed-eye smile of his, crinkles forming in the corners as he says, “well, of course,” like it’s the most normal thing ever to buy one of every item in a large bakery in the heart of tokyo. “the girls have never been to a bakery before so i thought we could let them try everything and rank them.”

you look down at the girls, who stare at you nervously as they cling to each other. instantly, as soon as you meet their eyes, you can’t help but drop down to your knees to meet their level as you smile softly.

“why hello there,” you murmur, ruffling each head gently. they like that—suguru texted you that earlier, that they seem to brighten considerably when he offers them a gentle pat on the head in affection. “what are your names?”

“i’m nanako,” the blonde one answers instantly—suguru is equal parts shocked and equal parts pleased by her new air of confidence. he wonders if she’d be a bright and energetic child right about now, if the world hadn’t crushed her under and forced her to live meekly. “and i’m older by five minutes.”

“hello nanako, the eldest by five minutes,” you answer seriously, nodding as though it’s a crucial fact to her identity, “it’s a pleasure to meet you. and what about you?”

the brunette clutches her sister’s hand a little tighter—but nanako seems to have deemed you as safe. anyone geto sensei (as the other kids seem to call him) trusts is someone they don’t have to be on guard around. she nudges mimiko gently, encouraging her to tell you her name.

“i’m mimiko,” she says quietly. she seems to be holding a small, pink stuffed toy. it’s seen better days, you think, but a nice wash and a few stitches to the top of its head should have it looking quite a lot better.

“and hello to you too, mimiko,” you smile, “are you younger by five minutes, then?”

she giggles a little at that before nodding, “i am,” she assures, “but i’m smarter.”

“are not!” nanako says instantly, gasping. you and suguru share a look, amused and fond and relieved all at once.

“what a lovely toy,” you murmur, tracing the eyes with your finger. she droops a little at that—like being reminded of its condition is something that breaks her spirit.

“it’s ripped,” she mumbles, “it wasn’t before.”

“i can fix it,” you offer, “suguru is always ripping his uniforms, but lucky for him, his sweet little wife here is a fixer-upper.”

“really?” she brightens. you nod, chuckling as you ruffle her hair, doing the same to nanako, too, when she eyes you hopefully from the side.

“that sounds great,” suguru interrupts, “but i believe i have cakes that need to be tried and mouths that are not trying.”

you rise, rolling your eyes and standing next to him, and his hand gently grabs yours. thank you, he squeezes. always, you squeeze back.

“well, come on, girls,” you usher. mimiko grabs your free hand, and suguru grabs nanako’s—you all make your way to the dinner table. it feels oddly natural, you think. “we have desserts to try. the chocolate one will definitely be your favorite, i can feel it.”

“it’ll be strawberry,” suguru says confidently.

you meet his gaze, grinning at him as he stares at you hopelessly in love. it’s always been enough, you and suguru—it’s always been more than enough with just the two of you. so enough, that you never wanted more. but this is nice too, you think. this is something you could get used to, even if it breaks the routine you’ve learned to love just a bit.

—————

nanako and mimiko stay at your house that night, and somehow, that turns into a week. sometimes, suguru takes them with him to school, just to handle a few things that are still to be taken care of regarding their case. you find you miss three instead of one while you’re home alone for the day.

they return cheery each time, bags of deserts in hand and a newfound glow in their eyes. mimiko’s toy is much cleaner now, and the small rips have been carefully sewn shut by you from the first night they spend. she clutches it everywhere she goes, hugs it in her sleep too. it’s hopelessly endearing.

nanako takes a liking to suguru’s phone—he’s a bit too giving with her, you think. she’s managed to figure out his passcode rather quickly, and he lets her get away with it, watching her small fingers work the buttons of whatever game she's downloaded with a gentle look of affection over his features.

on the days that suguru goes to school alone, the girls are left in your care for the day—you don’t usually have someone to keep you company while you’re at home. you’ve quit being a sorcerer long ago, deciding that it’s not worth the constant back-and-forth tug of war with life and death.

perhaps it's selfish—people are dying every day, and you sit and let it happen, but you can’t help it. it’s too much, sometimes. suguru has always supported it, though, has always murmured that you’re doing the right thing and that sorcerers deserve quiet, peaceful lives, too, if they wish. so you do just that, stay home and learn a new dish or two through the day, watch a few shitty sitcoms on the television, leave and do some grocery shopping for the week, and return home to your quiet little apartment (as quiet as an apartment can get in tokyo, that is) and wait for your husband to come home.

suguru comes home by seven pm every day and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead as he says, hello, wife, to which you giggle and murmur, hi there, husband. you have dinner after that and share details about your days with each other. yuji and nobara are arguing again, suguru will tell you sometimes, i think nobara will cave and talk first this time, though. i brought fresh strawberries from the season’s harvest, you murmur behind a glass of water to your lips, got them just for you, sugu.

it’s been a routine like that ever since your marriage. you marry suguru quietly when you barely turn twenty, just a room full of the few people you dare let yourself love and the two of you as you sign the papers and share a kiss. there’s an extravagant meal waiting for you after, though, courtesy of gojo satoru, a man with more money than he could hope to use on himself. satoru is happy that day—happier than you’ve ever seen him in a long, long while. he takes his bandages off, sits and watches everything, and takes it all in even if it’ll bite him back in the ass later with a long, pounding migraine.

today, however, is a saturday—school is out, and anyone who doesn’t have a mission is free to have the day to themselves. suguru hasn’t taken a large mission in ages, years, even. he accepts small ones here and there, and if it really calls for it, he joins a tough one with his students—but it’s for their sake more than anything. but the big ones are too much for him to handle regularly anymore. the higher-ups aren’t happy—special-grade sorcerers are hard to come by, and it’s unfair that the lower-grade ones are busting their necks out there more than he is. but suguru deserves a semblance of control over his well-being, and with satoru on his side, there isn’t much of anything the higher-ups can really do.

he sits on the couch, scrolling through his phone as you click the remote, finding something to watch.

“you know, we should really talk about this,” suguru mumbles from the side. it’s early, still. barely eight am, and the girls are still sleeping. they’ll be up soon—and with that, will be gone any moment for you and suguru to share a private moment.

they didn’t warn you about that part of kids—you knew it was a busy job, watching over them, but you figured leaving them to play for a bit would grant you some peace. you and suguru quickly learn that children, no matter how well-behaved and disciplined, always need a watchful eye on them.

“talk about what?” you yawn, “it’s too early for you to speak in codes.”

“the girls,” he says, unimpressed. oh. right.

“what about them?” you say, dancing around the edge of the real issue. he sees right through you—you know he will. still, you’re petulant enough to try and dodge the topic anyway.

“it’s been a week,” he says seriously, “those kids think this is their new home. it’s cruel to make them think that any longer if we don’t…”

keep them. let them stay. let them become a part of this home and, by extension, this family that has always just been you and suguru. raise them. take them in. take responsibility over them. love them.

can you love? like that, at least? are you meant to be a mother? you’re too selfish, you think—you couldn’t even stay fighting curses for long, too weak to care about those who need you, and too focused on needing yourself. can you handle two children? if you do this, you can’t do anything else but do it right—it’s what they deserve. but you don’t know if you can give them what they deserve.

but there aren’t many better options either, you remind yourself.

suguru seems to know what you’re thinking because he murmurs, “i think it’s easier to raise children than be a sorcerer,” he says quietly.

you raise an eyebrow skeptically. “you can walk away from being a sorcerer, suguru. being a parent is for life.”

“being a parent means you get to love,” he reasons, “unconditionally. without regrets. without a contract, you know? loving a sorcerer is just betting how long someone has left to live, at the end of the day.”

“how morbid of you,” you snort.

“they’re good kids,” he says quietly, “great, even.”

“they’re lovely,” you agree. and then, quieter this time, “i…i would miss them. more than i care to admit.”

“me too,” he nods.

your head falls to his chest, and he presses a kiss to your head, wrapping his arms around you. suguru has always loved you—when the world was not worth loving, and the people were not worth saving, suguru had loved you. he still does. and the way you love him is enough to make all of those things change. the world has a little more hope, and the people are a little less ugly when you’re there to prove not everything is bad. that even where the bad exists, the good can follow. as long as he has you, suguru is complete—but he thinks more is not always so bad.

“suguru?” you ask gently. he hums, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles as he squeezes your hand, “we won’t force them,” you say firmly, “to do anything. they should exist as themselves if they want to. cursed techniques or not.”

he smiles. you don’t see it, and you don’t have to. you know it’s that deep, eye-crinkling smile that’s heartfelt and real.

“no, we won’t force them,” he agrees, “they’re perfect as is.”

—————

the girls are given the option to each get the two spare rooms you and suguru have in your apartment. that leaves ultimately no guest room, but you think they deserve to have their own space and be their own people after everything. but, as you and he had expected, they choose to share a room and stay together.

you’ll never forget the looks on their faces when they realize they’re staying here permanently, the look of pure excitement and the slightest hints of shock—you never realized how fulfilling it could be to make two children smile like that.

“we can’t paint the walls,” you hum, “we don’t own this place. but we can still decorate,” you offer.

they don’t seem all that disappointed about not being able to paint their walls—instead, they’re too excited about their beds, giggling as they jump on the mattress. suguru wants to tell them that jumping on mattresses is bad for the springs, but you stop him—they deserve to be kids for a bit. after that, you’ll teach them. but for now, they deserve to just be kids.

“can we get lights?” nanako asks—now that you and suguru are guardians to two children (parents seems…a bit too overwhelming to use right now), spontaneous dates don’t happen one on one anymore. evidently, it’s hard to find babysitters on the spot, and leaving them home alone is not an option, so you decide to simply bring them along on your weekly sunday afternoon cafe visit. nanako takes a liking to the lights on the walls, and mimiko eats three slices of cake.

you can’t wait to bring them next week, too.

“you sure can,” suguru hums, chuckling.

“and a mirror?”

“of course,” you nod, “you’ll certainly need one to make sure the beauty sleep works.”

nanako giggles, flopping onto the bed, and mimiko sits not long after, still hugging that toy to her chest as she looks around the room in wonder. they’ve been sleeping in it for over a week now, but now that they can officially call it their own, they seem to be much more attached.

“i want pink sheets,” nanako hums.

“i want blue,” mimiko mumbles, looking at you shyly.

“well,” suguru murmurs so that only you can hear, “maybe we can get them two beds. smaller one—they’ll fit on either side.”

“and what do we do with this one, then?” you raise a brow.

“we…sell it?”

“suguru, are you trying to drain every last bit of our savings?”

“we have plenty,” he chuckles, “we don’t ever do anything.”

that much is true—you and suguru hardly leave tokyo let alone japan, and though you let yourselves splurge on nice things, there isn’t much to spend on between two people. but the last few days have really put into perspective how…expensive raising children can be. clothing and school supplies (they’ll attend a normal school) and room decor and snacks, and anything else children require to be children is quite denting to bank accounts.

but you and suguru can’t say you mind—and if nanako and mimiko want pink and blue sheets, well…you think you can make that happen.

“i think we’re spoiling them,” you mumble, “should we be doing that?”

he wraps an arm around you and pulls you against his chest as his nose presses to the top of your head when he kisses it. he’s warm, just like he always is—maybe warmer now, in fact.

“nah,” he grins, “i think we’re doing great.”

—————

the girls take their time to warm up to satoru, but when they finally do, he seems to be a favorite. satoru is very proud of this fact—he’s not a lot of children’s favorite…well, maybe yuji’s perhaps, but you don’t think yuji has a single bone in his body that could really dislike anyone. or rank them, to be quite honest—you don’t think he prefers satoru or suguru over the other.

“oh, kids,” satoru calls, stepping into your apartment and letting himself in. you and suguru are in the middle of making dinner, looking back in shock from the kitchen as satoru waves enthusiastically at you both.

“satoru, how did you even get in?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. he grins, practically giggling as he points to your husband.

“suguru gave me a key.”

“what?” suguru sputters, “no, i didn’t!”

“you let me borrow them,” satoru concedes—that’s still not even anywhere near the truth.

“i left them at your place and kindly asked you to bring them to me at work the next day,” suguru corrects, crossing his arms and looking thoroughly unimpressed.

“yes, and i did what you should have done a long time ago and made myself a copy,” satoru huffs, “i’m the best friend! i deserve a key—”

“gojo sensei!” the girls call.

as most kids do, they pick up what they hear around them. everyone seems to refer to satoru and suguru as gojo sensei and geto sensei. they’re not students, but nanako and mimiko both pick up on the habit too—and it’s helplessly adorable, you can’t deny.

sometimes, you want to correct them, but they seem excited to see satoru, so you let the moment pass.

“there they are!” satoru beams, taking his blindfold off and crouching down to meet them in the eye—nanako and mimiko seem to find satoru infinitely more approachable when his eyes are out and easy to look into. you can’t imagine why—he looks like a creep. “i brought dessert! because what’s life without something sweet, right? are these two feeding you girls the sugar you need to grow into tall, healthy young women?”

“this is why you should never be allowed near children,” you say flatly.

satoru looks at you with a pointed look, “i practically raised megumi and tsumiki, y’know. saving young siblings and giving them a nice home life is old news, i already did that. be more original, please.”

what a jackass—you scowl at him, throwing the wooden spoon in your hand at his head and watching as it doesn’t even touch him and falls to the floor. curse his infinity.

“okay, now,” suguru chuckles, “i don’t want to spend the evening looking after four children instead of two—”

“geto sensei! thanks for having us over for dinner,” yuji interrupts, stepping through the door that satoru took such great care not to close, “fushiguro was a bit of a hassle to convince, though.”

suguru throws a sharp glare at satoru as soon as three of their students step into your home—you’re going to have to forget the dinner you’re making and order takeout, you think. satoru will pay.

“this is why you didn’t get a key,” suguru hisses, “because then you act like you own the place.”

“i wanted a family gathering,” satoru gasps, “tsumiki is coming too! wait for her.”

despite the way suguru grabs satoru’s hair—and satoru, for some reason, turns off his infinity and lets him—you notice the corners of your husband’s mouth twitching into a gentle smile, and you know he’s thinking the same thing as you. family—nanako and mimiko are here, and so are yuji, and nobara, and megumi, and satoru (the biggest headache), and soon, tsumiki too.

family—yes, this is family, you think.

—————

“daddy, i’m hungry,” mimiko tugs on suguru’s sleeve.

“i know, pumpkin, just give me a second and—”

“daddy, look! i beat the high score on my game and—”

“daddy is looking, sweetie, just give me one minute, nanako, yeah? daddy will look and—”

“wow,” satoru chuckles, grinning amused, “you’re really worn thin.”

“satoru,” suguru grumbles, “if you’re not going to help, then please leave.”

nanako and mimiko are seven now. in two years, their personalities have really blossomed—something which you and suguru are very grateful for. the world should not crush children so young that they don’t get to be the children they are meant to be. you and suguru take great care to make sure they know they can be kids.

and they are—they whine about bedtime and pick at their vegetables and point at everything in the store and plead for something new. they’re children—your children, and you can’t help but love them unconditionally so.

“well, welcome to fatherhood,” suguru snaps, trying his best to make lunch and entertain the two girls waiting for his attention.

suguru is a good father—a gentle one, in fact. he comes home every day from work and grins, asking in that smooth voice of his, where are my ladies? and just like that, you and your two girls meet him with excited grins. you peck his lips before he crouches down and pulls two small bodies against his chest, letting their tiny arms wrap around his neck as he hoists them up.

it’s a perfect little routine, one you cherish greatly. but the girls are getting older, and soon, they’ll be too heavy to carry like this. it makes you a little sad to think about—but if there’s one thing you’ve learned, breaking routine isn’t always so bad. soon there will be a new one, and when you outgrow that, another new one, and so on.

what won’t ever change is the way you love suguru, and he loves you, and you both love your daughters, and they love you both too.

“daddy,” nanako calls, “where’s mommy?”

“at the store, nanako,” he says patiently, sighing. this is the fifth time she’s asked.

“when will she be back?”

“soon, nanako,” he smiles assuringly, “at least, i hope so,” he adds quietly, under his breath.

satoru hears, though—and he cackles, heinously loud, too, as he watches the scene unfold in amusement. but satoru is suguru’s best friend, and yours too. and the girls love him. he’s family—and so are their students.

it’s nice, suguru thinks, it’s nice to have something worth smiling for.

“i’m home!” you call, “is satoru here? because the door was unlocked—”

“mommy!” the girls call, cutting you off with the pitter-patter of small, excited little feet hitting the ground and greeting you.

“why hello,” you gasp excitedly, laughing as they tackle you in a hug.

you and suguru share a smile as he looks back—family, it’s what you’ve both built here. it’s slow at first, and sometimes it wasn’t easy. at one point, it was just the two of you, just you and suguru, and that was okay. you didn’t think you would ever be capable of letting it be more—but it’s nice when it grows, you think. maybe one day, you can dare to hope to grow it some more.

the scene were they got 2 beds—that was me and my sister when we first moved into our weeeee lil apartment back when i was in middle school !! we were bummed bc we couldn't paint the walls but our parents let us have 2 beds so we could pick our sheets !! it was a fond memory LOL but now i DO have a room where i painted the color except i HATE the color now bc i was still in middle school when we moved into our house and got to pick colors and middle school me and adult me are soooo different so now i have a teal bedroom that haunts me

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What I hate about writing is when I have to write so much before I finally get to the part I actually wanted to write.

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They definitely had to rock, paper, scissor to see what movie they'll go watch first

Modern au Daki & Gyutaro are going to see Barbie💅

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I have like a shit ton of ideas for Rengoku, but I'm trying my best to only focus on "A Delicious Feast" 😭

The process:

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This is making me want to write Choso fluff! I love that man so much! ♡_♡

Chapter 2 - Frontside 180

Discord 18+ - Twitter - Kofi

Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader, Choso Kamo x Female Reader

Summary: Suguru struggles with...change.

Story Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Toxic Behavior, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior

Choso: Is it weird I’m really excited to see you again even though I saw you a few hours ago? You: Lol not at all. I’m excited to see you too Choso: :)

You set your phone down on your bathroom counter as you do the finishing touches on your makeup. After agreeing to meet for frozen yogurt, you and Choso went your separate ways. You spent the remainder of your day running errands. The sun had set hours ago and you were tired, but excited and even happier to know you wouldn’t have to be getting all dolled up to go to a fancy restaurant. Not that you wouldn’t enjoy that, but it would be nice to just relax and get to know Choso more.

On the counter, your phone vibrated with an incoming call. You swipe across the screen, putting the phone against your ear as you head to your bedroom closet to pick your outfit.

“Hey, Suguru. What’s up?”

“Hey,” he said. He sat silently on the other end of the line. You swiped through the shirts and dresses hanging in your closet as you waited for him to continue. When he didn’t you repeated yourself.

“So what’s up?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m getting ready to meet up with Choso,” you answer, pulling out the top you decided to wear.

“Ah, right. Choso…” Suguru mutters.

“Wait, you’re going now?” he asks, his surprised tone coming through clearly. “Kinda late don’t you think?”

You roll your eyes at what you assume is fake concern.

“I know what time it is and I think I’ll be okay.”

“You just met this dude like…what…today?”

“I’ve actually seen Choso around different parks a few times. I just–”

“So what? You’ve been talking to him?” Suguru cuts you off.

“ No ,” you reply irritably. “I was saying, I’ve seen him around and had taken some pictures of him. I just hadn’t gotten the chance to show him until today.”

“Ah…Didn’t know you were taking pics of other dudes,” he says, and you don’t miss the annoyed tone of his words.

You resist the urge to cut this call short, not wanting to leave things off on a bad note.

“Kind of my job to, you know, take pictures of dudes .”

“Yeah, but you usually delete them from your camera after you’ve uploaded them. Now you’re telling me you’ve just been holding on to pictures of this random because you just had to show him when you hopefully got to see him again.”

You’re quiet for a moment, trying to figure out what crawled up Suguru’s ass all of a sudden. He doesn’t usually give a shit or ask about your work and now he’s micromanaging you?

“First of all, he’s not some random person. I just told you I’ve seen him at the skate park a few times before. Second, his name is Choso , not ‘some other dude’. And last, what the fuck is your problem tonight, Suguru?”

Now Suguru is quiet. Any other time you’ve gone on a date with someone, Suguru never batted an eye. What was it about Choso that was making him act like this? You wonder briefly if he’s jealous. The thought makes you a little excited, but you quickly bring yourself back to reality when you remember what your actual situation with Suguru is.

You’re a hookup to him – nothing more, nothing less. Just one of what you’re sure are many people he hits up when he needs some ass. It’s stupid of you to give yourself hope to think otherwise. So you don’t.

Suguru exhales sharply on the other end. “I don’t have a problem. Just trying to look out for you as a friend , but I guess I won’t do that anymore since it’s such an issue .”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as you tried to keep your irritation in check.

“Exactly, Suguru. You’re my friend. You’ve made that perfectly clear plenty of times, so thanks for the concern, friend , but I’ll be okay,” you retort. “I’m gonna let you go. I don’t want to be late meeting Choso.”

“Seriously–”

You hang up the phone quickly before you snap on Suguru. Screw not leaving this off on a bad note. Suguru was getting on your nerves. And you were actually looking forward to seeing Choso. You didn’t want to let him further sour your mood.

You finish getting ready, quickly slipping your shoes on and heading out the door.

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The frozen yogurt shop was cute. A small, colorful place with bright lights and little Sanrio-esque characters lining the walls. The chairs were a variety of colors, ranging from pinks to purples to greens. It was like a pastel paradise.

“I love this place,” Choso admits next to you, a shy smile gracing the corners of his mouth.

He’s dressed in a plain white t-shirt with baggy black pants. You think these may be Choso’s favorite shoes because he’s wearing those crazy nice Prada boots again. When you’d first arrived, it took you a minute to find him because you’d only ever seen him with his hair up. But he’s ditched his pigtails tonight and it hangs messily around his shoulders, framing his face handsomely. He still looks so tired, but you chalk that up to him spending everyday skating and caring for his younger brothers. Next to you, you can smell his cologne and it’s hard to ignore that he smells just as fucking good as he looks.

“Do you come here often?” You ask Choso as he picks up a bowl and hands it to you. You both head to the wall of yogurt. There are so many flavors, you’re not sure where to start.

“As often as I can. I bring my brothers here too. There’s a flavor you have to try here. They make it better than anywhere else.”

He roams past the basic flavors - vanilla, strawberry, chocolate and moves to the others. You follow him, stopping with him when he pauses briefly at the oatmeal cookie flavor and whispers “yum” before continuing. You giggle behind him, finding it adorable that he doesn’t care that you know he loves this colorful yogurt shop and strange oatmeal cookie yogurt.

It doesn’t surprise you that Choso likes this place so much. Going based off of his looks, he wouldn’t seem the type. But from what you’ve seen, he’s a total softie underneath his rough exterior.

You ignore the sensation of your phone vibrating in your pocket as Choso stops in front of his chosen flavor before looking over to you.

“You have to try pistachio,” he says excitedly. Well, as excitedly as you can imagine Choso being. You've noticed he's not very expressive.

You want to have an open mind and learn about what Choso enjoys, so you nod your head as you step forward to fill your bowl. You hold your bowl under the spout and reach up to pull the handle when you feel a warm body behind you. You look back to find Choso leaning over you to pull the handle down for you.

He smirks down at you. “Say when.”

The close proximity makes your cheeks warm immediately. In all honesty, you hadn’t been this close to another man aside from Suguru. Even holding hands with another man felt uncomfortable. That was how strong the hold Suguru had on you was, but with Choso…you didn’t mind him being so close.

“You don’t wanna try any other flavors?” Choso’s deep voice pulled you from your thoughts. “Bowl’s gettin’ kinda full.”

You glanced down watching the bowl fill. “Oh! Yeah, that’s good! Thank you, Choso.”

He stepped back, glancing back down the yogurt line longingly and somehow you already knew what he wanted. You laughed, quietly.

“Oatmeal cookie?”

Choso chuckled, looking back at you. “Yeah, but only if you’ll try that one too.”

You smiled up at him, nodding enthusiastically as you followed him back.

Once Choso had filled his bowl, you both chose your toppings before placing them on the scale. Choso sent you to grab a table as he paid for the bowls. While waiting, you feel your phone vibrate again.

You pull it out quickly, brows furrowing in annoyance when you see several new messages and two missed calls from Suguru on your screen.

What the hell?

Suguru: i was just thinking about how we left things off and i think it’s really crazy that you’re being like this Suguru: i cant be concerned ur meeting up w/ some stranger u barely met today? i do see u often but whatever

You’re not dealing with this right now. You’re about to put your phone away when another text comes through.

Suguru: i mean i kno i told u we weren’t dating. it’s not like i lied. idk why u threw that back at me but that’s kinda messed up Suguru: anyway it would be nice if u answered the phone

You roll your eyes, ignoring more bullshit from your friend . Just as you put your phone away, Choso slides your bowl of yogurt in front of you. You smile gratefully as he takes his seat next to you with a sigh.

“Let me know what you think. It’s amazing,” he says, waiting for you to try it.

You nod, scooping a good portion out and taking a bite. At first, you just think it tastes like regular ass pistachio frozen yogurt. You’re about to tell him as much when it hits you full force – the mildly sweet, earthy creamy flavor bursting on your tongue. Your eyes widen and you turn to look at Choso, who is watching you with what would look like boredom to someone not sitting as close to him as you are. You can see the delight dancing in his eyes when he sees your reaction.

“Oh. My. God ,” you practically moan as you swallow the yogurt. Choso eyes you closely, watching as you take one bite after another. You really don’t understand how pistachio frozen yogurt is so fucking delicious here. You think the pastels are throwing off your senses, but you’re enjoying it anyway.

Choso laughs quietly next to you, taking a bite of his own yogurt before sliding it over to you.

“Try this one too,” he offers. Obviously this guy knows what the hell he’s talking about when it comes to desserts so you take a scoop and try the oatmeal cookie flavor and ignore your phone vibrating yet again.

“Choso, holy shit. These are both so good .”

He smiles lazily at you, tucking his loose hair behind his ear as he takes a scoop from your bowl.

“It is, isn’t it?” He swallows his portion and looks you over. “You’re really cute when you eat.”

Again, you feel heat spread across your cheeks at Choso’s odd, but endearing compliment.

“Thanks, but what makes you say that?”

“You just do really cute things when you enjoy what you’re eating. And you make really…nice noises when you enjoy it.”

You’re not sure what to say to that. You hadn’t had anyone pay such close attention to such a small thing. You once wished Suguru would have noticed things like that, that he’d pay as much attention to you as Choso seemed to be doing right now. It was actually nice to be around someone who cared enough to catch those details.

“Sorry, probably weird for me to say on the first date.”

“No! It was really sweet. Thank you.”

You spend the next hour just talking with Choso. You tell him about your family, what made you pursue photography and what your future goals were. Choso tells you more about his family – his relationship with his estranged father, the strange skin condition that Eso has only on his back that smells funny and makes him insecure (you’re not sure why he told you this) and you learn Choso enjoys board games.

You’re so appreciative of how open Choso is. It doesn’t feel like pulling teeth to learn simple information. He willingly gives you everything and it’s…different, it's nice.

“Will you be at the same park tomorrow?” He asks as he stands and gathers your bowls and spoons to throw away.

You glance around the store to realize that they’ve begun breaking down the yogurt machines and cleaning in preparation to close. You hadn’t realized so much time had passed.

You had no plans to be at the skate park tomorrow, but you didn’t want to wait until then to see Choso again. You weren’t ready for the night to end with him. When Choso returns to the table, you shake your head to answer his question.

“I wasn’t planning on being there tomorrow. But, do you want to come to my place? I’m having a really good time and I’m not ready for the night to end. We can watch a movie and just hang out.”

Choso grins, nodding his head. “Yeah. I didn’t want the night to be over either, so I’m glad you asked.”

“Great! I’m going to head to the bathroom and then we can head back to my place.”

He nods again as you stand and make your way to the bathroom quickly so you don’t hold up the employees. Once in the bathroom, you whip your phone out to find more missed calls and text messages from Suguru.

Suguru: date must be goin great then Suguru: cool Suguru: u could send a thumbs up at least. it’s like u dont even care i’m checkin on u

1 missed call from Suguru Geto

Suguru: r u for real right now Suguru: u just met this fuckin guy TODAY. the date cant be that fun u cant pick up the phone Suguru: ur silence speaks volumes right now

2 missed calls from Suguru Geto

Suguru: text me when ur home i guess since ur obviously too busy for me right now

1 missed call from Suguru Geto

Your eyes widen at the barrage of messages and missed calls. He was being weird before you even left the house. Now this…you had never seen this side of Suguru before. And for what? Because you were on a date with another man? There was no way that was the reason. He probably was trying to rush you so you’d get home faster for a booty call. You sighed exasperatedly, deciding to put him out of his misery.

You: I’m fine. Please stop blowing up my phone.

Your phone rings literally two seconds after you hit send. It’s Suguru. You swipe your finger across the screen to answer.

“Suguru –”

“You home already? How was your little date?” He asks, nonchalantly. This irritates you more if anything.

“I’m still on my date. So please stop texting and calling me. I will let you know when I make it home.” You keep it short. You don’t want to leave Choso waiting or thinking you’re pooping, not that you think Choso would even care given how open he is with you about everything.

Suguru pauses for some time before he says, “I just think you could at least keep me in the loop while you’re on a date with some stranger you met this morning.”

Your nostrils flare, your anger threatening to boil over.

“I don’t have to tell you shit, Suguru. We’re not dating, remember? Isn’t that what you just told me this morning?”

“I mean, yeah but–”

“No. No . We’re not dating. That’s the end of it. I don’t need you monitoring me while I’m out or questioning who I’m with like you’re my boyfriend. I will let you know when I’m home and then I’ll talk to you later. Bye, Suguru.”

“Hey–”

You hang up, groaning with annoyance. Why was he acting like this tonight of all nights? Any other date you’d gone on, you would have loved for Suguru to lose his mind. But not this one. You were having a great time with Choso and Suguru was turning the night into the Suguru show. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.

After leaving the bathroom, you found the store empty and you wondered briefly if Choso left you until one of the employees let you know he went to wait outside since they were beginning to sweep.

You find him standing on the sidewalk, head tilted back to stare at the night sky. You move over to stand by his side.

“Sorry for the wait,” you say, setting your hand on his bicep and inwardly reeling at how fucking ripped he is.

Choso hums, peering down at you and smiling softly.

In the moonlight, he looks even more exhausted and you wonder if you should instead suggest he head home to get some rest. But you’re selfish and you want to spend more time with him, so you don’t.

“I texted you my address so you can meet me at my apartment. I’m about twenty minutes from here.”

Choso nods and you both exchange goodbyes, promising to meet up shortly at your place.

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The elevator doors slide open on your apartment floor. You fiddle with your keys as you round the corner, but you freeze in place, eyes wide when you spot a familiar figure posted up outside of your door.

Suguru leans against your apartment door, eyes closed until he hears keys jingling. He turns his head lazily, pushing back his bangs when they fall into his eyes as he looks you over.

“Finally.” He pushes himself off your door to face you. Why? Why was he here? Suguru never made random drop ins. All of your meetups were always planned. He showed up right on time and left right afterward to do whatever else he wanted. Yes, you’d had plans together tonight, but he obviously knew they were canceled. So… why was he here ?

The initial shock wears off when Suguru reaches up to run his fingers through his hair.

“What are you doing here, Suguru?” You ask, glancing back, hoping Suguru doesn’t catch the slight panic in your voice. You can’t help but worry about the outcome of Choso stumbling upon Suguru waiting outside of your apartment.

You were sure that if Choso showed up right now, he was going to drop you before anything even started.

Suguru scoffs, “I've been trying to call and text you and you weren't answering. You said you’d let me know when you were home. I thought that creep killed you or something. So I came to wait for you.” He pauses, waiting for your response. When you don’t say anything immediately, he adds, “Because I’m such a good friend .”

You roll your eyes.

“Glad you came to your senses and ditched the weir–"

The sound of the elevator doors opening and the stomp of combat boots fill the hall. Suguru’s eyes widen only slightly when he looks over your shoulder to see Choso rounding the corner. He places his hand on the small of your back as he approaches, apologizing for taking longer than he’d expected.

“I parked in the spot next to yours. Hope that’s fine.” He says, not yet noticing Suguru.

You smile up at him, nodding. “Yep, that’s fine.”

Choso finally looks up, seeing Suguru standing before you both.

“Oh. Hey man, the friend from earlier, right?” Choso nods to Suguru. You think you might be going crazy, but from where you’re standing it looks like Suguru is quite literally biting his tongue. His jaw is so tight, you’re curious if he’ll be able to open it to speak.

“Yep. Just the friend ,” Suguru says through gritted teeth. “Wanted to make sure she got home alright. Real nice of you to walk her to the door, but I can take it from here.”

You open your mouth to stop whatever Suguru is up to, but Choso cuts in first.

“Actually, we’ve got plans inside, so.”

Suguru’s brows shoot up to his hairline as he looks between you and Choso. He slides his hands into his pockets, trying to maintain his cool demeanor as he flashes the same fake smile from earlier.

“Oh? She invited you over?” He asks, voice clipped.

“Yes, I did,” you answer quickly, moving to unlock your door. “So, thanks for coming to make sure I made it home safely, but I’m good.”

You push the door to your apartment open and wave Choso in who gives Suguru one last nod before moving inside.

You step into the apartment only turning back when you hear Suguru call your name. You turn back around.

“What is it?” You ask.

Suguru stands there and you watch as some unknown emotion flashes across his face before he’s back to the cool, calm Suguru he always is. You wait for him to say something. But he doesn’t. Even with all the concern and texts and calls, Suguru is still Suguru. He never says anything when it matters. So you say something instead.

“Go home, Suguru.”

And you close the door.

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Oh that would be a fun series! The only Hashira I won't be doing is Muichiro. I don't write for minors.

Rengoku With A Chubby

S/O

(Headcanon)

☆

There's something about this man that screams chubby chaser

Coming home from an exhausting mission and cuddling you sounds like heaven to him

Your soft body is a mental and emotional medicine for him

So basically free therapy 👍

He adores the way your softness is pressed against his body that's full of battle scars

This man is strong on the outside, but weak on the inside, so yk he has a huge soft spot for you

He's a hopeless romantic when he's in love

You have to tell him how you want to be loved. He doesn't have previous romance, so this all new to him

But once he learns how to show romance, he'll never stop unless you want him to

I promise you, this man is never going to make you feel insecure or allow you to be

Every day when he's with you he'll remind you how much he loves you

And if he somehow makes you feel insecure of yourself, he would get on his knees and apologize for whatever he did to make you feel such negative things

Your his lover and he won't tolerate you belittling yourself because of something he did

He'll worship you for the rest of the night to make it up to you

He loves everything about you. From your personality, body, actions, everything

@kawaiikibi Sorry for the very long wait

#chubby reader #demon slayer #headcanon #kny rengoku #kny kyojuro #rengoku x you #rengoku x reader #kyojuro x you #kyojuro fluff #kyojuro x reader #gender neutral insert #gn reader #rengokukyoujorou

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Happiest woman alive

Tagging: literally anybody that sees this

KSKSJSLSKSKLASIIS OKAY GENOS-

I'D NEVER SAY NO TO U 🤚

Tagging: @kingkyoujurou @presidentmonica @laudthingcat @kampfkuchen85 @cherrykamado @bxbycake @happygoluckyalexis @tonaken + anyone who wants to <3

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It's either an orange cat or a black cat. No in between 😭 I only have one mutual so other users that see this can add in 🤩

Stealing this from twitter: Reblog this with four (or more) pics that expose your taste in men (or just blorbos in general). Let the judgement come

Tagging: @levistwomissingfingers @postwarlevi @the-milk-anon @sckerman @leyyvi @ackermendick @youre-ackermine @jayteacups @theferricfox and everyone else who sees this!! You don't need to be tagged, don't worry!

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Bunny is back!!! And has just seen season 2 of Demon slayer AND the Mugen train help me 😩😩 I need help 🆘 Rengoku (yes he's alive I won' t accept anything else)🙇🏾‍♀️ and Gyutoro so I need a chubby reader x Rengoku/gyutoro smut where they have never met a girl with a chubby body type and fell hard for them/her slight yandere theme with gyu please if I didn't explain it good its because I'm a mess rn and can't think

Thank you have a good day 💞💕

- rengoku and gyutaro falling in love with a chubby s/o

characters: rengoku kyoujuro, gyutaro

fandom: kimetsu no yaiba/demon slayer

warnings: slight blood, threats, gyutaro

synopsis: all in the title

a/n: slowly finishing requests and the first post in this year.

If Rengoku would believe in love first sight, he’s believing it.

It was present in front of him and he never met nobody like you until now. The slow meeting of the eyes and Rengoku is sure he was feeling it and it was the best. His heartbeat thrumming up and the way his pupils is blown. Fuck. You were ethereal. Beautiful is not enough to describe you. Ethereal. It would suit you much better.

His gaze trails all over you and his breath is stuck to his lungs. The flame hashira had won countless battles but it seem you would be the first to defeat him. Taking his breath in an instant. Can’t take his eyes off you and his mind went to take a few seconds in to the future. You in his arms, a traditional wedding kimono adorning you with him as his husband and Rengoku is so sure of it.

“Rengoku-san, here’s your food.” You said politely. Serving him with a tray full of his food. Your voice snapping him out of entrance to his daydream. His sight never left you. His burning color of irises bore holes into you. Memorizing every inch of your features.

“Father told me about your name as a frequent customer. Thank you very much for patronizing our little restaurant. I’m here helping as for today.” You bowed. Showing your appreciation to him and Rengoku was so distracted that he remained silent as you left. Forgetting to ask for your name. He watched you go back to serving other patrons.

The way your kimono hugged around your voluptuous body and your tummy prominent in the apron you wore. Rengoku has never seen such enticing sight and he can still feel the slow rhythms of his heartbeat, much calmer than earlier but its still there.

Looking back to the meals he ordered, he only thought of one thing. Love at first sight do exists.

Strands of his stray hair rested above your face. Small puffs of breath tickled his cold cheek. One of his sickles placed in your neck. You didn’t move. One slight movement of yours will his blade graze the skin in your neck and he would be damned if that happens to you but nonetheless, you were frozen. He got you pinned underneath him. The bones in his body prick at your meaty ones.

He only stared at you. His eyes were a bit curious about the human below him. Cornered and somewhat composed. A facade he could tell. You were trembling in fear behind that mask of yours and he loves every of it. His body tells to go for it. Cut you up and let you bleed but his mind tells him not yet.

“You’re different.” He spoke in the silence of the dead of the night. There’s a hint of envy and hatred in his voice and it spoke with much intent of killing you which you braced for.

“I wonder how deep my nails will sink in that flesh of yours.” He continued, a low rumble of what you can make as a growl. His fingers scraping the skin of your cheek. The pads of his fingers calloused and rough in the surface of your skin. He’s studying the texture of your skin. The roundness of it in the pads of his fingers and then his nail come in contact with it.

Swiping it with his long, sharp nails. The skin breaks and droplets of blood surfaced, it trickles on the side of your cheek and the scent almost made him lose control. Usually, Gyutaro had already ate you. Feasting on your flesh like what he did with the others.

“Must be nice having that flesh on yours...” He began, his voice trailing and his eyes is rolling like a possessed man and shivers creep on your spine. Inhaling the scent of your blood wafting in the cold air. “I can never gain the weight I want and you... yours is abundant. It feels nice.” He continued.

“You won’t mind if I eat you right?!” His bloodshot eyes peering at you with such hunger and you’ll never see the daylight again. He chuckles at your state. Your facade completely breaking in front of him and the tears swelled up in your eyes. Threatening to fall.

“Don’t cry. Don’t cry.” He cooed. Mocking you and he took a long lick in the wound he inflicted in your cheek and a shiver went all over his bony body. You taste sweet and addictive and it would be such a waste to eat you. He decided to keep you longer.

“I won’t kill you but you’ll stay with me. Understand?” The blade of the sickle in your neck dug to your neck a little and who are you to say no. You were glad to be alive in a few moments until he really decides to kill you.

Nodding your head, he grins and continued to lapped at the blood oozing in your cheek.

“You’re mine and I’ll kill you before you can even think of running away from me.”

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luckydii · 1 year

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A Delicious Feast

(Chapter 3)

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Rengoku rescues you from an unexpected attack. You repay him by making delicious meals that he gladly devours.

Later on, the man starts craving something else rather than your food.

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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Rengoku nodded his head. "Ask away, my boy!" Sukoshi planted himself on the stool beside the other male. He made himself comfortable. This interview was probably going to last a while.

He took out a notepad that he hid inside his yukata. He had his questions planned since the second time they met. He cleared his throat before reading out loud.

"What do you think of Oba?"

Rengoku was a bit taken back about the question, but didn't put too much thought into it. "She's a beautiful and heart-warming woman!" The boy hummed at his response as he wrote down the answer.

"What do you think are Oba's best features?"

"Her pretty smile and delicious cooking!"

"What makes this features so likable to you?"

Rengoku blinked a couple of times, trying to find a reason why the questions revolved around you, but at last, he was too oblivious to understand for now.

After a couple of more questions, the topic was changed.

"Have you ever thought about marrying someone, Rengoku-san?"

Rengoku's mouth slightly hung open in shock. "Uh, no." He responded in a sort of shameful tone. Marriage has crossed his mind a couple of times, but it wasn't such a big deal at the moment. He decided to keep this subject buried on the back of his head since he still hadn't found a woman to settle down and have children with. Being a Hashira filled up his schedule, so he barely ever had time to search for a spouse.

The boy pressed his lips in a thin line, confused about his answer. Adults in this village would always made marriage a very common topic to talk about. He shrugged it off though and crossed out the next question. He skipped to the other one.

"What do you look for in a woman?"

It finally hit Rengoku why Sukoshi was interviewing him.

"Would..you like me to marry (L/N)-san?" He smiled down at the boy. Sukoshi nodded his head in excitement.

Rengoku shook his head. "Have you asked your Oba, yet? What if she doesn't want to marry me?" The little one was taken back by this. He had never seen you in love, so he wouldn't know anything about you liking the demon slayer. Hell, he didn't even knew if Rengoku was your type at all. Either way he was certain you would accept his proposal.

"I'm asking you just in case if she does want to be with you." He put away the notepad. Rengoku cackled loudly and pat the boy's head. "Being with someone and marrying someone are two different things, Sukoshi." The small boy rolled his eyes. "You know what I meant." The other found his attitude funny.

"Ask her opinion on me first."

Sukoshi's eyes contained small stars in his pupils. Rengoku was openedto the idea and that'sall that mattered to the little one. "So if she likes you, you'll ask her to marry you?" He asked in a hopeful tone.

He was tired of being the only child at home. It was nice when his Oba played with him, but it wasn't the same as playing with another kid. He knows having a sibling is impossible at the moment since his dad was out of the picture. Which left you to give him a few cousins.

"Don't get my hopes up." He repeated.

"Okay!" He yelled in excitement. It wasn't a yes but it wasn't a no either.

On the other side of the village, Mitsuri and you were fawning over the pretty hand-made kimonos.

So far you had taken a liking to the pink-head. Her energy was all over the place, and not in a bad way, of course. You have always been attracted to very hyper people; romantically or platonically. It's never boring with those type of people around.

"Back so soon, (Y/N)?" Hasegawa, the woman that hand-crafted the materialistic kimonos asked. You smiled in response. "I just came by to show a new friend your clothing, Hasegawa-san." You gently took Mitsuri's hand and led her in front of the oldest woman.

"My, what unique hair color you have." She commented on the demon slayer appearance. Mitsuri expected an insult to come next, but instead she was complimented. "A color like that fits well with a lot of colors and patterns I have stored in here." You were sure Hasegawa was saying that to get a sale out of her, but you didn't want to take away the little stars that shined on Mitsuri's eyes.

"Thank you so much!" She bowed with a pretty smile planted on her lips. "Come here." The businesswoman led the pink-head to another corner of the shop, leaving you alone. You didn't mind though, you were actually happy Mitsuri was having a good time in this little hang out. You didn't particularly had friends. Your family was all you had and needed. That didn't mean you were close minded to letting people in your circle though.

It felt nice.

Having both Rengoku and Mitsuri around didn't seem like a bad idea at all.

Speaking of the fire hashira, you had found a pair of hair sticks that reminded you of him. The stick was a golden color. It had a metallic red colored orchid dangling on the top of stick, three orbs from orange to yellow attached themselves to it, and to end the design, a golden metal leaf followed the orbs.

They were too pretty not to buy. So you grabbed them and headed towards Mitsuri and Hasegawa.

"This would be such a good gift for him!" You heard Mitsuri's exclaimed as she held a white crystallized bracelet towards her chest. "A gift for the husband, dear?" Hasegawa's question immediately made Mitsuri's pale cheeks turn a light red. "No! Just a friend. He has a a white snake as a friend so I thought it would be..a cute gift." Her voice quiet down as her face filled with a deeper red.

"Whatever you say." For a woman in her fifties, she was very cheeky. "Are you ready to buy as well, (Y/N)?" Hasegawa asked once she noticed you. You nodded your head as a yes.

"Have a good day!" You and Mitsuri said farewell to Hasegawa before leaving the shop.

Mitsuri seemed more cheerful than before, which you didn't even know it was possible. "The bracelet has you very happy, huh?" You teased, making her giggle. "Of course! I finally get to return a gift to Iguro-san." You didn't even have to ask who he was for her to continue. "He's also a hashira like Rengoku and I. He gifted me these socks actually!" She did a little twirl to show off her footwear.

You didn't even know what a hashira was, but you didn't bother to ask. "Do you like him?"

"Of course, I do!" She yelled with no hesitation. "He's always accompanying me to eat! He listens to the stories of my cats! And he's always giving me the sweetest smile! How couldn't I like him?" This sounded more of a liking towards a lover than a friend.

"Would you like to marry him?" She stopped dead in her tracks with that question. Her face was heating up like before. Marrying Iguro? That was too much to think of. Mitsuri was the love hashira so she loved everyone, but marrying? She wished to marry someone but Iguro had never come to mind.

"Kanroji-san?" You gently tapped her shoulder to get her out of her own little world she was suddenly sucked in.

"Huh?!" She snapped her head towards.

"Would you like to roam around more shops?" You decided to change the subject for her sake.

As the sun rose higher, more customers piled up at the (L/N)'s little restaurant, and with more customers, stress slowly crawled on to Sukoshi's shoulders. He was rushing to take orders and making meals. Rengoku, who was standing outside the booth was gazing at him with concerned eyes.

One of the customers bit down on the meat he was served and immediately spit out the piece. "This is raw, kid!" He glared at Sukoshi while he was serving the woman next to the man.

"I'm very sorry, sir. I'll cook it again for you."

"Hey, the rice is kind off hard, Sukoshi." A woman pointed out. "I'm sorry, ma'am." He apologized as he took back her plate and threw away the food.

Complaints attacked his eardrums every time he served customers their food.

Sukoshi stopped for a sec and stared at each client with a frown. All of them stared down at him with disapproval.

A small lump made its way up to his throat.

Rengoku went behind the customers, placing his hands on their shoulders. "Everyone, please have patience with this boy! I will go search for (L/N). She will be in charge of feeding you all!" He looked down at Sukoshi with a comforting yet enthusiastic smile. "Wash everything so your oba can start cooking once she gets here." He left, sprinting into the village after giving instructions.

Rengoku turned around the corner of every street, looking for you. It took him a while to find you, but gladly it took less than he expected.

You were standing outside a bakery. Kanroji was inside, enjoying the view and smell of the freshly baked treats. You decided to wait for her outside since you recently decided to cut off some food options, and sadly baked goods were one of them.

"(L/N)!" You turned around to see the fiery male running towards you. He stopped right in front of you, not being out of breath at all. "Where's Sukoshi?" That was the first thing you noticed. "He needs help with running the restaurant." You let out a small gasp. Your poor nephew. "Kanroji-san is inside. Please wait for her here." You walked off, about to speed up your pace until the male picked you up in bridal-style. You felt slight deja vú at being in his arms once again; he felt it as well. "I'll take you! It'll be much more faster!" He smiled down at you before he started running back to the restaurant.

"But Kanroji-san!-"

"She can handle herself! I promise!"

Once both of you arrived, all customers, along with your nephew seemed relieved you finally appeared. As the male let you down, Sukoshi stepped out from his stool and ran to hug you. "Oba!" He squeezed your legs as he looked up at you, teary eyes forming. Guilt washed over you "I'm sorry, Sukoshi." You apologized as you caressed his head.

"I prepared everything for you." He pointed his little finger to the chopped vegetables, and rinsed meat. "I was also planning to wash the rice for you but you arrived before I did." His pout made you give him a warm smile. "It's okay, Sukoshi. I'll take care of everything. Go ahead and rest." You gently backed away before getting back to work.

"Thank you, Rengoku-San." The smaller (L/N) hugged him the same way he did to you. The demon slayer laughed while patting his head. "I'm glad I could help."

After the line had reduced and disappeared, you slumpt on the table, resting your head in your arms. "Are you okay, Oba?" Sukoshi asked while making head to head contact with you. You tiredly chuckled at his action. "I'm just worn out, don't worry." You lift your head a little, and made your forehead touch against his.

Kanroji was in the background crying over the adorable scene. She had arrived twenty-five minutes later after you and Rengoku wrongfully abandoned her.

"We should get going now. Seems like you'll be having a rush hour again." Rengoku claimed as he pointed to a small crowd of families heading your way. You exhaled a big sigh as you got back up. The male chuckled at your saddened expression. "You're a strong woman that's for sure!" Your lips curved upwards at the compliment.

"Thank you for helping us out today." You bowed to him. "And thank you for your wonderful company, Kanroji-san." She took your hands before you could bow to her. "I had so much fun today! I'll come look for you and your food when I get the time!"

"I'll look for your company as well, (L/N)!!" Rengoku shouted while looking down at you with those big owl eyes. You slightly backed away from Kanroji. "I would very much appreciate that. Sometimes I'm in need of adult company. I love my nephew, but I get tired of playing kids game." You whispered the last part to them so your nephew wouldn't get offended.

Sukoshi cocked his head to the side as he saw the three of you being secretive. "Why are y'all whispering?" The demon slayers and you turned around to see him pouting. His reaction made all of you giggled, making him more confused. "I was just offering them a plate before leaving, Sukoshi."

"I'll make Kanroji's-san plate!" The boy chirped. He hopped out of the seat and went to the sink to wash his hands.

While the both of you got to cooking, the customers came in; a few sat down and the others stood standing.

You gently tied the cloth onto the bento boxes.

"Have a good day. Please come again." You said while handing each their bentos. "It'll be very much appreciated!" Sukoshi yelled with big smile splattered on his face.

"Thank you for feeding us!" The demon slayers happily chirped in sync.

Sukoshi stared at them until they completely left his sight. He wished they lived near by, or even better inside the village, especially Rengoku. He was the coolest adult that he ever met, other than his precious oba, of course.

He looked up at you, watching you work your butt off to bring money back to the house. The boy would never tell you this, but you truly were his idol. You were the strongest woman he ever met. Which is a surprise since his mother is supposed to have that spot. The more surprising part is that you hold the 'mother' title as well.

Growing up, Sukoshi was mostly raised by you.

The sad tale of your sister, Higuma began with her husband leaving her for another. Her depression hit worse when the little boy was born. You saw it as a blessing, but for her was another burden. Single mothers were shamed around here. Insults were common for her to hear when she stepped a foot outside the house. Her enthusiasm was drained. She tried her hardest to show her love and care towards Sukoshi, yet it wasn't enough.

Higuma knew that. It was hard to accept it at first, but it was clear she wasn't up to be a mother at this moment. So instead she slowly left the responsibility to you, her dearest sister.

The day, you showed up injured in a random man's arms made her heart almost stopped beating. She couldn't afford to lose you. You were the backbone of this weak family.

Glady, the man's words brought some comfort to her. You were going to be okay and that's all that mattered. Taking care of you was the thing that finally brought some sense to her for a bit. It was slight nostalgic to take care of you. It reminded her of times where she was younger and happier.

Sukoshi saw how the gloomyness left the house while his mother was taking care of you. She was talking far more than usual, smiling more as well. It was a miracle.

That's when Sukoshi understood he will never be his mother's happiness, you will. He couldn't be mad at you at all because you were his happiness too. That's why he wanted you to marry Rengoku. He knew a husband would make you happy, since it's the only thing you ever cried about.

And maybe, if you were fully happy, his mother would finally be happy and acknowledge him as her son.

Yes, you have earned the mother title, but he knew one day you'll have to give that title to your own kids.

That's why he needed to get his true mother back.

"Suko! I need your help!" You yelled back as you placed the food on the plates. "Going!" He responded with a smile.

Later on, that night when you were tucking Sukoshi to bed, he brought up the question that he's been yearning to ask you all day.

"Oba, what do you think of Rengoku-san?" He asked while looking up at you.

You raised a brow at him. "Why are you asking?"

He responded with a little shrug under the blanket. "Well he said you'd make a good wife, so y'know, just curious about what you think of him." His sentence made you shook your head. "You're my nephew not my mother. You don't have the right to try and marry me off."

"What if I already tried?"

"You what?!" Sukoshi was quick to get up from the futon at the sudden change of your tone. "Oba, please don't be mad!" Your glare had him stuttering and and scared as he tried to explain his reasoning. At this point he couldn't be understood. His words got mixed up so everything sounded like gibberish.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. You put your hands on both his little shoulders. "Calm down and tell me what you did."

"Pinky promise you won't get mad?" He held up his pinky in between your arms, glancing up at you with puppy eyes. You hooked your own finger with his. "Pinky promise." You retreated your touch as he explained himself.

"When you left with Kanroji-san. I asked Rengoku-san a couple of questions. Normal questions, like 'what do you think about oba' , 'what do you think are oba's best features-"

"That second question is not normal, Sukoshi."

"Yes it is. Moving on."

You rolled your eyes at him. That's all you could do because of the promise.

"He said you are a beautiful and heart-warming woman, and that your smile is pretty and you cook delicious food." Okay, that did fill your chest with warmth. You've never had a man say such nice things about you. A small smile crept up towards your lips. The boy definitely noticed this.

"Then he finally caught on to what I was trying to do. He asked if I wanted you two to marry and I said yes."

"Oh, Sukoshi-"

"I'm not done!"

"Yeah, yeah." You waved your hand at him.

"Then, he said to ask you what you think of him first. He didn't wanna get his hopes up if this was only going to be one-sided."

"Hold on."

"Hm?"

"So he's willing to actually propose to me if I said I want to marry him?" You were flattered, especially by a very handsome man but that seemed too crazy to be true.

"Apperently." Sukoshi shrugged.

That- that can not be right. Children tend to mishear or mix up situations. You couldn't believe Rengoku would want to marry you at all. Either way, that seemed way too rush if you said yes the next time you see him.

"Suko...you don't think this seems rather fast?" You scoot closer to him, opening your arms to him. He took the hint and placed himself on your lap. "No, not really." His response made you huff a chuckle.

"Let me teach you something. Marriage is a promise two, or even multiple people in some cases make. They promise to love and care for each other forever until death separates them." You wrapped your arms around the boy in the middle of your explanation.

"I don't think either Rengoku and I are ready to commit to each other for the rest of our life time. Well, at least for now. We need to get to know each other before we dive in to a relationship. You understand that, right?" You gave him a small squeeze with your arms. He nodded his head then looked up at you. "So if you two break the promise, would you be sad like mama?" You frowned upon his question. "Yes, baby." Somtimes you wished your nephew wasn't smart for his age. If he wasn't, he wouldn't notice how his mother is slowly losing her touch with this family.

You threw the blanket on the other side of the mattress, and slowly laid the boy down. "Now, go to sleep. We have another day of work that waits for us."

"We always do." He muttered out as you tucked him in for the second time.

You chuckled at his remark. "Goodnight, Sukoshi." You kissed his forehead before getting up to exit his room.

"Goodnight, oba." Your eyes gave one last glance to him before you completely slid the door shut.

You deeply sighed as you walked down the hall to your room. You still couldn't believe your own nephew tried to marry you off to the guy that saved both of you. What's even harder to believe is that Rengoku agreed to it if it wasn't one-sided. But then again, he seems like a very impulsive person.

You let out another sigh as you slid your bedroom door. You sat down on the futon to stare up at the moon that gladly blessed you with its calming light.

After some deep thinking, you finally made up your mind on talking to Rengoku. He made Sukoshi happy, so you were sure he'll make you happy as well. There's nothing wrong with him either. He's a very attractive man with a lot of energy and cheerfulness. You definitely needed that in your life.

Asking a man out was way out of your comfort zone, so let's hope you don't back down from this opportunity.

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luckydii · 1 year

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I’ve been waiting for months on the rengoku fic 😞

I AM SO SORRY! Tbh I thought yall kinda forgot about it LMAO. I'll try to post it on the week of Christmas. The chapter is being worked, it's just going really slowly.

A LOT OF personal stuff, and school have been busting my ass. Praying, that a job also busts my ass soon too. I promise you that'll it'll be updated before new years, that's for sure.

I'll use your comment as motivation to get this chapter done though :D thank you.

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Imagine his children are daddy children. (Which his s/o doesn’t mind, his happiness is hers) So now that they secret was out, the Hashiras see Giyuu being followed by three mini version of him. Like little duckings trailing behind their father.

And Shinobu being wholesomely confronted by them, say “Miss Butterfly Lady! Our father is like! We love him a whole lot along with our mother!” All the while Giyuu is standing behind them proud and smug.

THAT WOULD BE SO FUNNY. I'd imagine that's the case, Giyuu would bring his kids sometimes to Hashira meetings because they've befriended the Kiriya and others... It's always a sight to see seeing Giyuu being a dad??? Like?? Huh. Even Tengen is creeped out BC he's married to 3 women and he doesn't have kids like holy shit. And he's a pretty good dad like WHAT.

Gently scolds kids. And THEY LISTEN. They genuinely LOVE THEIR DAD A LOT. They sometimes sees you, the spouse, as well and they immediately find out they're daddy's kids.

SHINOBU'S INITIAL THOUGHT WAS LIKE "lil shits" with an irk mark on her forehead. AS IF GIYUU WASN'T ANNOYING ENOUGH. AND THE FACT GIYUU SMIRKS. SMIRKS. AT HER PISSES HER OFF EVEN MORE.

Kyojuro and Mitsuri are amazing uncles and aunts tho! They're the kids' fav :)

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luckydii · 2 years

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Make sure you've kissed all his spots. 💚

Bouth Human and Demon, Taro-kun is really cute to me.

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luckydii · 2 years

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the way suguru carries himself >>

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luckydii · 2 years

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Remember that small snippet I posted the other day about Priest! Doma in the modern era.

Well, how about Gyutaro and Daki being his adopted children. I think it makes sense

This is also based off a little from personal experience (*cough* my pastors' kids *cough*), but you know that saying where the most corrupted, messed up individuas are the children of religious figures? Like, depraved? Well, how about Gyutaro being one of those fucked up individuals.

How about troubled boy Gyutaro, son of the pastor, defiling you in his father's church and getting caught?

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"Ngh...! Gyu...," you whimper, clutching onto the cloth of the table, legs shaking whilst you struggle to stay standing, on your tippy-toes as the boy laps hungrily at your dripping cunt. You grip onto the side of the table as his tongue runs past your clit, quickly flicking it and drawing a high-pitched whine from you. You can hear him chuckle, earning a squeeze of your thighs from him.

God, all you could do was let your head fall, starting at the crimson red surface of the velvet, a bit of shame blooming in your chest as you realize you’re letting a boy — the son of your pastor for goodness sake — eat you out on the same stage his father preaches the word of God to you and your family every Sunday. How ironic.

Gyutaro prods his tongue in-between your folds, licking a long strip to your entrance before burying his face deeper, shoving the wet muscle into you. A broken moan slipped past your lips, pushing your hips back and grinding into his mouth. "F-Fuck — Gyutaro! God...!" He opens his mouth wide and makes a loud, lewd sound as he tilts his head, flattening his tongue and roughly dragging it up to your puckering hole. It only earns another moan from you, more pathetic than the last, and that alone is enough to make his blood rush and heart race. Hearing such a sweet innocent girl like you seemingly crumble under his touch is like a dream come true. It’s almost like his own version of heaven as he drowns in his favorite girl’s pussy.

He pulls away and takes a good look at the scene before him, parting your cute cunt apart. Your puffy folds glistened with his spit and your slick arousal, gummy walls clenching around nothing but air, waiting for his fat cock to tear you apart. Fuck, the sight alone had his mouth salivating. "That's my girl…,” Gyutaro drawls, tracing a finger from your inner thigh to your clit, rubbing harsh, tight circles against the bundle of nerves before you could even process his words. "You can do it. I know you can, baby. Be a good little girl and cum in my mouth. Cum while looking at your savior, baby."

As he attached himself back to your cunt, Gyutaro is met with a loud cry. It only drives him on more. You're nodding your head frantically as you look up at the giant cross in front of you, the pressure against your clit and the stretch of your walls becoming too much. Your eyes blur as you gaze at the marble statue of Jesus Christ, whom stares down at you. Yet instead of shame filling you, it's absolute pleasure and lust, too caught up in the way Gyutaro has you breaking with a single flick of his tongue. The familiar feeling of bliss washes over you as you gush into your boyfriend's awaiting mouth.

You fall forward, weakly holding onto the table as your orgasm hits you like a crashing wave against a cliff. Yet, Gyutaro drank your juices greedily, lewd noises filling the empty church as he cleaned up everything. Whimpering, you try to kick him away, too sensitive to his warm mouth, a little tired from how quickly he was able to make you break. "Mm, my good girl…,” Gyutaro laughs, unbuckling his pants and hastily pushing them down his thighs, wasting no time to line up behind you, grabbing onto your hips, and without warning, plunging his dick into you as quickly as he can. In mere moments, he bottoms out, stretching you to the brim. A grin takes place on his pale, marked face as the familiar warmth welcomes him. It almost makes going a whole week without seeing you worth it.

Almost.

"Damn, I can't believe fucking Doma got a pretty thing like you to come to this goddamn cult of his...," Gyuytaro breathes, leaning over your body and moving his hips slowly. He buries his face into your hair, inhaling deeply, and letting the smell of chamomile take over. He can't help but remember how he almost bought a shampoo like it just to imagine he was with you. "Fucking church my ass. Most people only come to see him, not listen to him… Think I don’t hear how everyone finds him handsome. Man, just shut the fuck up already." He drags his cock out, only letting the tip in before slamming back into you. It rips a pitiful moan from your throat, every rut of his hips following, causing small squeaks and whines to fall out of your pretty mouth. “But I’m so glad your family came here… Don’t give two fucks if they don’t like me 'cause you're all that matters to me, [Name]…”

Upon letting those words slip from his mouth, Gyutaro’s whole demeanor seems to have changed. He chuckles darkly, letting one hand travel to your waist and wrap around your stomach whilst the other trails to your throat. His fingers close around your windpipe, slowly adding pressure with every roll of his hips. The table groaned in protest, screeching against the wooden floor as it tried to stay in place. "Hah... Imagine that, baby, if your daddy walks in with my old man and sees me defiling you under the Roof of God — wouldn't that be great...? See how much of a cock-hungry whore you really are, letting the pastor's son fuck you on the altar, crying and moaning like a bitch with no shame — fuck. How about that, huh? Knowing how they are, they'll make us marry and have a shitty wedding to save face, save themselves from embarrassment — wouldn't you like that, baby? Finally fuck you as my wife in our own house, fuck a kid into you n' make you a mom. Have this pussy available to me whenever I want. Hahha..."

His words fall on deaf ears as his cock runs over your sweet spot, pressing kiss after kiss against your cervix, swallowing him so greedily even as he seems to be ripping you apart. Almost like you're floating on air, the lack of oxygen has your head spinning, heighting every other sense to the point it began to completely overwhelm you. “N..Ngh, Gyu…! P-Please…!” You can feel yourself start to break all over again, constricting around him. Yet, Gytaro only laughs and tightens his hold on your throat, digging his fingers into your skin as he forces your head up, feeling how your cunt barely lets him move anymore. It makes his heart race seeing such a good girl like you turn like a desperate whore – he wouldn’t have ever guessed it from how quiet you are. But it doesn’t matter now, he finally has you right where he wants you. He bites onto your shoulder, and for a second, glances up. His eyes widen, breath hitching in his throat as he sees the familiar car of his father on the other side of the window, but he doesn’t stop.

No, Gyutaro doesn’t stop even as he swears he hears the lock rattling. All he can focus on is the squelching of your pussy as he ruts into you, the broken cries slipping from your mouth, and your pleading words as you reach your end once again. It only tightens the familiar coil in his stomach and only then does he start to sloppy thrust into you.

He laughs once more, staring up to the door, and quickening his pace. "Hhhah, I can imagine their faces now and I want to see how fucked up Doma really is...! Eyeing up my girl like that, I'll show em' who you really belong to...!" The end approaches more quickly than he anticipated and before he knew it, you call out his name and fall forward, gushing around him.

“And I’ll start with knocking you up...”

The door opens as Gyutaro releases into you, painting your fertile womb with thick ropes of white, pressing his forehead against your back. You two hear the clatter of keys as the door slams to the wall. It’s only until they shout do you two finally snap out of your trance.

“What the fuck?!”

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Uhh, so yea. That was a bit long, but I hope you guys like it! I just decided to post it as a quick warm up for an essay I need to write. Get back into the swing of things.

Thank you and hope you enjoyed it!

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