#baby Momoka

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from penguindrum twitter

#mawaru penguindrum #penguindrum #Edit: added a baby ringo #Will continue to edit the og post since I think momoka masako Yuri and tabuki are coming

[sanny-chan5]

Happy B-day!! 21/06

Main: Kaito Kid, Momoka and Fye

Kaito, from DCMK

Fay/Fai/Fye, from TRC :') 💙💔

Others: Momoka, from UFO Baby

#kaito kid #kaito kuroba #magic kaito #dcmk #detective conan #meitantei conan #kuroba kaito #fye d. flourite #fai d. flourite #fay d. flourite #I hate the last one but there're people who use it so #my baby </3 :c #momoka #Daa! Daa! Daa! #ufo baby

[ace-the-fox]

I have complete my sort of essay about Momo and Hayato. This one is more of a continuation of 'What if Momo have black eyes' notes. I made some edits by adding about Momo's personality thanks to you)

Momo and Hayato are the same as their parents. So here's how it goes. Let's start off with Momo.

Momo has red hair like her mother and a cheerful smile on her face. But it's her black eyes that made her more resemble like her father. (realized she's the only kid who have at least something from Kosaku's gene pool lol) Momo's personality is a mishmash of her mom and dad. She's kind and outgoing but mostly she's a doormat who wants to gain a social status in her high school hierarchy.

Hayato looks the most like his mother but his attitude of not being social, the mumbling and has a dead stare, all came from his father, most likely how he was raised in a broken family and because he's still a kid, picked up this attitude by observing from his unloved parents.

What's crazy how if Momo have black eyes, it be more messed up if you think about it especially to Shinobu & Hayato.

Imagine you're Shinobu, finally learned your husband is truly gone. You tried to move on with the grief but it's sort of hard when your daughter have his eyes and just can't bring yourself to look at in her direction. Yikes... She does notice adult Momo will look more like Kosaku but isn't that much bother like Hayato is. Probably because as long as Momo's sunny personality is still there, Shinobu wouldn't be so worried.

Now how about Hayato? Obviously he be more affected by this, specifically from when Kira took over Kosaku's face/life. When Momo started working that requires her to wear a business attire and started taking the responsibility of looking after him like a parent should, Hayato feels uneasy how his sister somewhat becoming like their late father but better(?)

I have this odd but specific event that could happen between the two siblings. Momo and Hayato starts arguing something small that becomes a big deal and somewhere along the way, Hayato would spill to Momo how he doesn't want a replacement dad but wants her to just be his sister :,(

Also, Momo would literally become Kosaku if her hair is short and the ends jutted out to spikes but with more fluff.

Hope you will like this :)

Oh man... Oh man...

You know what that last bit reminds me of?

This Lilo and Stitch scene (sorry it's so low quality, it just downloaded that way for some reason). I know Hayato would be a teenager in your scenario, but still. Ouch.

Also this would mean that both our beloved girls take their eye colours from a dead parent. And their living parent both have had issues dealing with that. (Except, Kira kinda deserves it. He did murder Reimi, so like--)

Do also like the idea of Momo eventually looking and acting more like Kosaku too. After all, she's spent her whole life trying to be the glue that holds her family together (poorly, but she makes the effort). Now there's an empty gaping hole in the portrait that she needs to fill. And I can see her slowly kind of losing her identity in that. Sure she still has her sunny personality, but everything beneath that becomes kind of hollow for a while...

BUT to even out the angst, Haruka helps! She recognises when her girlfriend's beginning to wear herself physically and/or emotionally and practically forces her to step back if she needs to. She wants to help her and the Kawajiris after all the shit her dad put them through.

#jjba #momoka kawajiri #hayato kawajiri #shinobu kawajiri #kosaku kawajiri #haruka kira #baby girl baby <3 #love this sm ty

[sunnymimis]

Carrying the peach 🍑 Momoka belongs to me! Okita belongs to @buruburuburu!

#masayoshi okita #momoka suzuki #okimomo #i love them i've been meaning to draw them for 23842943 years #FINALLY!!!! #i love drawing my baby i have missed her...need to draw her moreee #i loved drawing okita for the first time...handsome...<3

[auroragoth]

Congratulations, they’re triplets!

Gen 3: Cleric – Proof to me that you’re divine. Change my water into wine!

Give yourself the Good trait.

Build a temple for your god in your backyard and spend at least 20K on it.

Get married in your temple

Have 5 Children, at least 1 of them adopted

Feed the hungry by throwing a dinner party once a week, or if possible throw a charity event once a week. (Get famous)

When you witness a death, you always have to plead with The Grim Reaper.

Donate 10K to charity

If possible, reach the top of the Medical Career (Get to Work)

#you struggle to conceive for years and suddenly you end up with three babies at once #😂😂😂 #jorge akiyama #natsuo blue #momoka blue #karin blue #my sims #DND Legacy Challenge #sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #simblr #gen3 #cleric

[doctor-ciel]

#blonde hair is close enough for the pale right….? especially since it’s not shaded in the manga #and in the colored she’s got like pale pink hair #I’m counting being a premature baby as ‘weak/chronically ill’ #last game #last game manga #momoka tachibana #chris post

[sjhanny2000]

Fights and Sweet Touches (Finale)

A/N: Hello friends! Sorry that it took me so long to publish this part! Between starting my new job as a teacher and working on my own mental health, it's been tough to get in the writing mood. However, it seems that all I needed was a break and I was good to go! Anyways, here is the long awaited finale of F&ST and I'll warn you now, this is only the beginning.

Warning(s): SPOILERS FOR KNY SEASON 2, separation of partners, marital disputes, depression, anxiety, AU-canon, mention/reference to past SA/abuse, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, emotional imbalances, pregnancy, pregnancy complications

Words: 4.6K+

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“-name the baby something pretty, like Momoka!”

*smack* 

“Like hell we are! That name’s stupid!” 

“WAAAAAAHHHHHHH! Hina’, Y/N-chan!”

In truthful honesty, you were merely minutes away from strangling the two kunoichi sitting across from you. You usually had a significant tolerance when it came to Makio and Suma’s antics, in fact most of the time you watched on with fond exasperation from the sidelines as they bickered, but today you simply had no patience to deal with them. Well, it seemed your patience altogether was waning with every passing day, your already sensitive self now increasingly volatile with a raging tide of hormones rushing through your system. Anything and anyone seemed to set you off without warning most days, much to your chagrin, especially when you began to blubber uncontrollably upon your departure from Oshika. 

Though, in all honest reality, leaving the small, quaint village you had come to call your second home had been extremely difficult for not only you but for the village residents. Many tears were spilt between you and Hana-san throughout your lengthy goodbyes, Suma coming in a close third, and when Riku-san bid you a terse goodbye with tears of her own in the typically emotionless woman’s eyes, you hadn’t been to hold back the sobs threatening to fall from your lips. Your tears failed to cease as you and your wives watched the villagers wave goodbye until they were merely specks in the distance, their farewells echoing for what seemed like miles. The three kunoichi did their best to soothe your aching heart whilst your journeyed down the mountain side in a rickshaw wagon Naoki-san had graciously allowed you and your wives to borrow, telling you of their various ventures across Japan whilst in search of you and what seemed to be everything under the sun to act as a distraction to your distress. The particular story of their time in the Entertainment District had been one you found the hardest to swallow, guilt and worry eating away at your mental walls at hearing how close to death all three wives had been. 

Such emotions only grew heavier at knowing Tengen had been the one who bore the most damage from that battle. 

A part of you had cracked at hearing the state your husband had been left in at the end of the fight, standing at death’s door due to the ghastly amount of poison coursing through his system, not mention the amount of blood he had lost throughout the tussle with Upper Moon Six due to his grievous injuries. Your husband in the end had been forced to retire, his left eye and hand gone, and in that sacrifice, he and your wives had finally obtained what they had dreamed of for years. Tengen could finally just be a man, not a shinobi, not a Demon Slayer, just Uzui Tengen, the very man you still loved. Yet, a majority of yourself still felt painful bitter sweetness when it came to the man who had caused you such pain, the one who promised to care for you, a stance he had sternly buckled down on tenfold following your experience with the demon inhabiting poor Tatsuya’s body. 

Your current stance was one your three wives were currently experiencing, though at varying levels. Makio was easily the angriest out of the four of you, the woman already being predisposed due to her fiery temper, and she had no trouble saying what was on her raging mind. 

“If you don't want to see him, we’ll kick him out of the house! The bastard can sleep in the barn for all I care! Hell, the koi pond even!” 

The kunoichi, much like the rest of you, had been hurt by not only Tengen’s words but by his actions as well. Whilst you had been present for the fallout and had left knowing your location, it had been revealed to you that the man in question had failed to notice your absence until the next morning when your wives’ returned home from the Butterly Mansion. Nao-san had wasted no time in forcing Tengen to divulge the previous evening’s events to the three women, the older woman reportedly furious enough with the Sound Hashira that she was willing to feed him to the dogs without a shred of hesitation. The situation only grew more dire and their relationships more strained when you were discovered to have left, to the point that your wives’ contact with Tengen was minimal at best. 

Hinatsuru, who typically was the most level headed out of the four of you, had proven to be nearly inconsolable upon hearing what your husband had done and had promptly taken Makio and Suma with her to begin what would be a nearly six month long search for you. She only spoke of the man when someone else brought him up in conversation and even then her lips were tightly clipped shut, which spoke volumes on how she viewed his hand in the situation. While Makio had no problem in shit talking Tengen, something which Hinatsuru still corrected for the most part, but she herself only gave the bare minimum when it came to giving the man her own respect and trust. 

“We’ve all made mistakes, Makio. He’s are just especially stupid.” Hinatsuru glared at your fellow wife, distaste of Makio’s brash words evident. “Tengen-sama is still our husband and our lord; give respect where it is due!”

To put it simply, she was cordial but nothing more. The violet-eyed kunoichi only defended Tengen when the other two became too far leaning on different ends of the emotional spectrum, Makio being angry whilst Suma was depressed. She often did the same for you when you experienced your wide and swiftly shifting range of emotions, acting as a firm, rocky foundation during the storm that became your thoughts and feelings in your pregnancy. Hinatsuru had been the one to insist on moving forward with every dead end she, Suma, and Makio were met with, when letter after letter from the other individuals searching for you only yielded failure upon frustrating failure. 

Such failures had proven to fuel Suma’s already clingy and tearful tendencies. Suma was a woman that was regularly susceptible to mood swings, a fact that nearly knew and could never dispute upon meeting her. From blubbering wails to fits of rage, Suma was the one wife everyone underestimated until she truly lost it, whether that be to the sea of tears always threatening to fall from gorgeous azure eyes or her hands wrapping around one's throat. Since your reunion, the woman seemed to be permanently stuck within a sea of depression, something that worried not only you but Hinatsuru and Makio as well. The tearful kunoichi hadn’t truly cried for months, according to the other two, having grown quiet and sullen throughout their search. You yourself had seen evidence of her silent depressed state of despair, a bitter pill you struggled to swallow with guilt because it had been your absence that had put Suma in such an awful position. 

All eyes fell onto Suma’s solemn face, eyes downcast and bottom lip trembling. “Makio’s right. Y/N-chan only left because of what he said! We’ve had to miss out on the majority of their pregnancy, something we’ve always imagined experiencing together! If he hadn’t said what he said, we would have never gone to the Entertainment District and Tengen-sama would have never been hurt-!”

 Still, even with your hand in the situation, the only one Suma blamed was Tengen. If the Sound Hashira came up in conversation, Suma could only gaze downwards with a look of betrayal sitting on her typically cheerful face, all childlike innocence she once possessed evaporating in a matter of seconds. Her unwillingness to speak about Tengen only grew the closer you all came to home, the emotional kunoichi putting all of her attention on you and the baby almost to the point of suffocation. Suma had no problem in expressing her frustration in missing so many ‘first moments’, as she called them, and unknown to her, it only caused your guilt to deepen. All three of them failed to realize that the situation at hand had been one that had not only been crafted by Tengen but by you as well, although they failed to hear you out on the matter every time you tried to argue on it. 

With the release of a tired sigh of fondness, Hinatsuru broke you free from your ocean of thoughts, (e/c) irises falling on the woman sitting beside you. “Makio, what have we said about baby name shaming? Suma has every right to her three name choices, just like the rest of us!” 

“Yeah, but c’mon Hina’, hers are ridiculous and only for girls at that! First she said Koume, then Suika, and now Momoka!” Makio crossed her arms over her full chest with a growl, glaring at the teary kunoichi with contempt. “We are not naming our baby after a stupid fruit! And better yet, what if it’s a boy, ya numbskull?!”

“It’s gonna be a girl, I can just feel it!” The azure-eyed kunoichi shouted back, clenching her fists in front of her person with defiance. 

Before either you or Hinatsuru could intervene, Makio swooped back in without pause. “Are you seriously forgetting that Uzuis are notorious for having boys?! Tengen-sama had five brothers and only two sisters! Plus, Y/N-chan only had two sisters out of seven siblings, the other five were boys!”

The feisty kunoichi did have a fair point there. Males were more prevalent in both Tengen and yours families, with his father being one out of eight sons and your own the fifth and final son from a group of seven siblings. Tengen was the eldest of nine and you the youngest of eight, your number of siblings only being so large due to there being three sets of twins, you being one member of those pairs. The likeliness of your unborn child being a boy was practically guaranteed, seeing as how both Tengen and your eldest sibling, Tsunamaru, were male. 

Suma let out a haughty huff, moving to cross her arms over her chest in defiance. “So?! Both of them had sisters too and Y/N-chan’s a girl! That means there’s still a chance!” 

Childish, borderline petty arguments had filled a considerable amount of your time on the road and it simply wasn’t just between those two kunoichi specifically over trivial matters such as baby names. You yourself, much to the three kunoichis’ surprises at first, had come to add your piece to the chaos that always seemed to be present within your marriage, often either bursting into tears or throwing what Makio had annoyingly dubbed temper tantrums. The mood swings had gotten so bad at times that you had bitten Makio over dango one particular trifling evening. 

It didn’t help that making the journey to your temporary home in Oshika had already been draining when you were without the extra weight you now carried within you, and now here you were, traveling homewards in a heavily pregnant state with your three wives. What had once taken you a week to travel now increased to nearly two, your body growing tired easily as your already large unborn child within only came to grow more in weight and size. Your size had been a great topic of discussion amongst the four of you as you carried ever forward, unexpected feelings and particularly naughty thoughts emerging from your wives at the mere sight of your swollen womb. Never could you have expected how in awe they were of your pregnant state, each kunoichi protective and clingy in their own ways, and while it flattered (and flustered) you, it also was an annoyance. 

At seven months and a half months pregnant, you were growing increasingly uncomfortable, causing you to be irritable and short tempered, something that proved to be a struggle for your wives to handle. Your mood swings often unintentionally put everyone in either a foul or depressed state, Suma often crying alongside you and Makio only fueling your rage. Hinatsuru was also susceptible to these moods, much to your honest surprise, the usually even keeled kunoichi ruthlessly snapping at her fellow wives when either Suma or Makio spurred on your current emotional state. It was safe to say that your pregnancy had now become a group affair rather than yours alone. 

“If you two don’t stop it with all this bickering, I’ll simply allow Rengoku-san to name this child!” A warning growl left your body, face curling into a snarl at the baby’s foot striking your bladder for what had to be the millionth time in this hour alone. “And we don’t want that, do we?!” 

Once, the topic of the name the first child of your family had come forth at a dinner Tengen had hosted at the estate for the other Hashira, and the ridiculousness that had followed had left you in a state of embarrassment for days afterward. Some of your husband’s comrades had been eager to offer up names, particularly Rengoku-san, Kanroji-san, and Shinobu-san. Kanroji-san, much like Suma, had been quite adamant on the first child being a girl whom she swooned over being named Hanako, at least until Shinobu-san informed the group of the slim likelihood of your and Tengen’s genetics allowing that to happen. With the Love Hashira deflated, Shinobu-san wasted no time in offering her opinion, stating with great confidence that the baby would be a boy and he would be named Yoroi. Rengoku-san wasted no time in drowning out her suggestion, shouting readily that the child would be a little girl with Tengen’s hair and your eyes and he would choose to name her Mami, after flax seed. The others soon offered their own input on the matter, including Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru, and before you could even comprehend what was happening, everyone had promptly split into two fierce factions. Even Tomioka-san and Tokito-san, the two least emotional members of the Hashira, had taken part, the Water Pillar thinking the child would be a boy and the fourteen year old joining the group of girl enthusiasts. In the end, you were left with burning cheeks whilst your husband laughed good heartedly at the group’s antics as they slowly vacated the premises of the estate to return to their own. That night had only grown to be beyond embarrassing when you heard that even Oyakata-sama had joined in on the argument, offering his own thoughts on the matter. After that debacle, you had sternly put your foot down at any of the Hashira naming your non-existent child. If you were honest, all of Suma’s proposed names didn’t sit right with you either, but as Hinatsuru said, all of you had a right to offer up their own names for the new addition to your family. 

Even Tengen. 

At the mention of the loud Flame Hashira, both women zipped their lips shut, allowing a sweet and fulfilling moment’s peace to fill the peace of your wagon. Satisfied with the outcome of your thinly veiled threat, you primed yourself to enjoy the sudden quiet, until a sharp jab to your ribs and in turn a gasp of pain racing from your mouth caused said silence to be ripped into a thousand pieces. You couldn’t help but pant whilst curling around yourself, the pain of your unborn child’s foot making harsh contact with your ribs radiating unrelentlessly, and it promptly sent your three wives’ into a tizzy. 

“Y/N-chan, are you alright?” Hinatsuru, being the closest to you, wrapped a protective arm around your curved back, her other hand coming to land worriedly on your arm. 

Tears threatened to fall from your (e/c) eyes, a distressed whimper slipping from your lips. “Big kick!” 

A calloused yet well-manicured hand began to rub your right calf in comfort and you looked up just slightly to see Makio kneeling before you, a look of concern sitting on her beautiful face. “Slow and easy breaths, just like that. Good, Y/N-chan.” 

They had experienced a fair share of these debilitating moments with you since your triumphant reunion, forced to watch you suffer whilst they did everything in their power to comfort you. Times such as these forced you to remember the bitter wisdom Enna-san had given you upon your departure from Oshika, the midwife wearing a grim face amidst her farewell. 

“It is best to remain vigilant of your state of being, Ahmya-san. The baby’s current size already does not bode well for your small stature.” The worn but soothing hands of Enna-san grasped your hands with worried passion. “If they happen to grow much larger, it could prove to be disastrous for the both of you.” 

Her truth of her words grew heavier with each passing day, as did the growth of your child. You were quiet in your worry about the upcoming delivery, the risks bearing laboriously on your mind. The size difference between you and your husband was drastic, Tengen being an entire foot and a half taller than your meager 4’11” and far larger than you could ever dream to be in terms of body mass, though your frame was nothing less than durable to say the least. Your fellow wives’ were at least of average height, Hinatsuru and Suma standing at 5’2” while Makio was a mere inch taller, which left you as the smallest, something you both enjoyed and lamented over. Over time, the girls and Tengen himself gave witness to the largeness that seemed to be one of the hereditary traits of the Uzui clan, all being of strong stature and even greater heights. It was only natural for your unborn child to take after your father, though this did not bode well for you, a woman of a family that were average if not small sized people. You had taken after your mother in your height, becoming the shortest of your family upon her untimely death, and with your father’s standard height of 5’5”, you truly had no genetic hope of being of normal height yourself. The tallest in your family, the twins Chimon and Chikao, stood at the fair height of 5 '7'' according to their correspondences to you over the years, the pair only being 5’2” upon your last time seeing them. All of you had been smaller back then, before your father began to shred your already fraying family to pieces until only you, poor unmarriable Y/N remained. 

“We’re nearly to the Uzui estate, ma’ams!”

Slowly, you were able to return to your full sitting height, a wave of nerves washing over at the coachman’s damning words. “I think they can tell that we're near home, they’ve been becoming more restless with every passing hour.” 

In a blur of movement, Suma joined Makio on the floor of the wagon, giving your stomach a stern glare. “You better behave in there! No more hurting Y/N-chan, ya got that?” 

“Are you seriously threatening our unborn child?” A drop of sweat rolled down Makio’s face, her face glancing at the blue-eyed woman with contempt before promptly smacking the back of her head, in turn causing Suma to cry. “Just how stupid are you?!”

“WAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” 

Hinatsuru exasperatingly shook her head at the two and turned to you, fresh concern blooming on her face. “Has the pain subsided?” 

“For now. Hopefully they’ll settle down when we arrive.” You shot her a tired smile, moving your hands to cup your under belly.

Silence filled the wagon, all three wives bearing varying degrees of emotions in not only their facial features but their body language as well. All of you would be filthy liars if you said that you were excited to be returning home; in fact, the only reason why you hadn’t jumped out of the back of the wagon six miles back was because you know that no good would come from delaying the inevitable. That your wives’ wouldn’t allow you  to do something like that in your current state. 

Still, each of you had a cross to bear in this situation. Suma was disappointed and upset, whilst Makio was simply furious with the man’s poor decisions, and Hinatsuru, ever the sweet soul, had grown painfully bittersweet. You yourself were embroiled in hefty emotions, fear and anxiety clashing deafeningly within your question-filled mind. Once Tengen saw the state you were in, would he regret you outright or would he tolerate you till the baby was born then cast you out? You feared so many things when it came to Tengen, something that had never occurred until that accursed evening that you berated yourself over so many times over the past months that you had lost count. Yet, a tiny part of you believed, no, begged that Tengen would welcome you with shocked but open arms, that he would hold you close while feeling the child within you toil about in your womb.

What a miracle that would be. 

“We’ve arrived, young ladies!” 

‘Kami, give us strength.’

Peering beyond the tarp covering, you caught sight of the place you had woefully thought you’d never see again, a flutter of contentment surging through you at seeing newly bloomed flowers decorate the walls of the estate alongside the ever drooping wisteria trees. 

“Y/N-chan, are you ready?” 

Your attention snapped to the back of the wagon, where Hinatsuru and Makio waited patiently for you with outstretched hands, Suma already having vacated and standing at the ready a mere foot away. The violet-eyed kunoichi moved forward to assist you in standing to your feet, a task that had only grown more difficult with the growth of your child, and she carefully led you over to the surprisingly patient and cautious Makio. 

“Easy, Y/N-chan. Don’t strain yourself!” 

With the efforts of your three wives, they managed to ease you out of the wagon and onto the solid ground of the dirt road below, a soft moan escaping you at having to stand for the first time in hours. 

“Wait right here, alright? I’m going to pay the driver.” Hinatsuru swiftly disappeared from sight as she went around the corner of the wagon to where the driver was perched on his bench, their words faint but lively enough to hear the remnants of. 

Looking at your two remaining wives, you quickly took note of Suma’s frown visage, something clearly bothering the youngest of the kunoichi. “Suma, are you alright?” 

She didn’t even bother to look at you, a rare look of seriousness shadowing her typically cheery features. “He should have appeared by now.” 

Makio and you knew who she was talking about in an instant, it was hard not to, and before you could say a word, the doors of the front gate slammed upon with a resounding boom. The force behind the sound proved to be quite powerful, enough that both doors hung limply from their mutilated hinges and in the midst of the chaos stood-. 

In your travels, your wives had described the amount of damage Tengen had endured following his fight with Upper Six Moon, a battle that had left a majority of the Entertainment District in shambles and your husband without his left eye and hand. However, none of their descriptions could have prepared you for the sight before you. 

Tengen, for as long as you had known the man, had been all but obsessed about his outward appearance and physique. He trained daily not only for his occupation but for his own satisfaction, just as you did gardening and sewing. However, it seemed that your abrupt separation had not only taken its toll on you and the girls but your husband as well. 

His once pristine and well kept hair was greasy and stringy, hanging limply around his tired face, an state you rarely saw him in if ever. The kimono he was wearing was loose fitting and not exuberant at all, clashing distastefully with the jewels adorning his eye patch, something that the Tengen you knew would never stand for. His one remaining eye was frantic, a singular fuchsia colored iris glancing around in search of something until suddenly, it came to stop on you.

The already tense air grew thicker somehow, making it almost impossible to breathe, your gazes never leaving each other’s. It felt as if you were drowning, the sea of sorrowful hesitation and shame in his eye so damning that you wanted to soothe your husband as his worries; you could only imagine what Tengen saw in your eyes, perhaps the turmoil you had been experiencing since you took off without a single word. He must have seen something, for heart wrenching guilt welled in his eye, tears coming to grace the brim of his lower eyelid. Before either of you could even muster the strength to create a sound, Makio and Suma were standing in front of you with discouraging glares, the pair hiding all but your head from Tengen’s limited view. 

Had he seen-? 

Before he could confirm your suspicions, Hinatsuru was moving in front of him with her hands raised in placation, the kunoichi saying something that must have caught his attention, his eye snapping over to her person. A waiver of weakness overran the man, you could see it from across the road, and he simply stood there dejected and despondent, similar to that of a lost puppy. His lips quivered, his only remaining hand raising as if to object to something Hinatsuru said, but it halted halfway in a sense of defeat you had never seen your husband be in. Whilst he wilted, Hinatsuru turned her attention to the three of you, giving your two wives a knowing look before returning her gaze to Tengen, saying something that had the man’s face turning red with frustration. 

His gaze returned to you, still pained but in need as well, a suffocating longing panting his features just as yours did the same, though you were still on edge at the mere sight of him. You should be angry with him, furious even, but for some reason, your temper was meager embers of discontent. Instead, you felt as if you were drowning within yourself, your heart and lungs aching because this was the you had–no, still loved, the one that treated you like a queen in all but one awful moment. That moment had left you questioning everything for so long, whether you had been selfish, what could you have done differently, why had he reacted so harshly? Such questioning left you heavy hearted and your mind wandering aimlessly through fields of thoughts and scenarios. 

Why Tengen? 

Tears brimmed in your eyes at his distraught, wanting to comfort the man, but you knew that you deserved more. He had done wrong to you, all those around you these last months had said so, and such wrongs had pushed you to leave in shambles and to endure your unexpected pregnancy alone. Your current condition had been the topic of ire that evening, the one that had destroyed everything you and Tengen had built together, and you feared your return would be all for not when he realized you were carrying the child he didn’t want. Was forgiveness even an option in this case? Possibly, but how could you trust him again? How could you believe that he actually would love this child rather than simply tolerate it to appease everyone? That was no life you wanted for your baby nor for yourself and if that were the case, you’d rather leave right now than waste your time. Yet, as his wife, you vowed to remain with him in sickness and in health. 

What a dilemma of morals you found yourself to be in this beautiful, sunny afternoon.   

~~ The End? ~~

A/N: This particular series has ended but more awaits. The story will continue in "Baby Maybe?", which happens to be the last story of the previous followers event. That said, I'm looking for a beta reader so I can churn pieces out faster! Let me know through private messaging if you're interested!

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[gemwolfz]

WHOOOO'S READY FOR BABY BIRD FOR KERONIAN AUDIENCE- ew why is the "coming up next" for this episode at the beginning of this ep instead of the back of the last one where it belongs. whats goin on aniwatch- HOLY FUCK MOMOKA'S MOM MENTIONED. anyway i think intro i havent seen yet dropped fr this time

GUYS THERES A FUCKING UNSUPERVISED INFANT. IN MY HOUSE.

(keroro voice) fuuuuck i don't want to be the frog virgin mary.

idk man he's fuckin green. but i assure you all if keroro had a child he would brag about it to you all well before it even grew arms

(keroro voice) WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT. HUH. WHUH

hes literally pogging. Hey who wants to talk about the implications of baby keronians drinking milk. where is it coming from. why do you kids still have baby formula and bottles laying around anyway do you have secret babysitting jobs ive never seen. i love refusing to suspend disbelief for the bit

soldier with heart of steel falls to the keronian nature of "awww babie :3" (probably with aims of impressing his crush but Nuh Uh. Reality can be whatever i want)

true brood parasite behavior. i salute you

POINTING. keroro babytalk...

I'm not gonna sugarcoat it

i like how dororo pulls a cushion for changing babubu right out of hammerspace. why did you have that with you you don't even live here. maybe it was on the floor beside him or something but thats not as funny

my brother in christ you shouldnt be eating at the fucking morning meeting anyway smh

what do you suggest sir. he cant just leave the fucking baby somewhere. he's not even taking maternity leave

he's truly a frog in spirit. Infinite piss machine just like a real frog

This is a really good image how have i never seen it

you know it would actually help a lot if you guys helped. theres five of you this baby could be supervised every minute of the day. and then keroro wouldnt be on the brink of collapse at any given moment. bet you guys never considered that huh

agab (assigned gender at bird)

True brood parasite behavior

naturally anyway. the alternative to "not a keronian at all" would be "secret war crime government project", not like keroro's not adopted one of those as well in his days

yknow his fully fledged form has a strikingly tadpole-like tail.

gem's "think like gem!" assignment: - most parasitic birds will, at one point before they're fully-grown, encounter other birds of their species. babubu never did. - also being a brood parasite means that, unlike what they thought, babubu never had a name before keroro gave him one. remember keroro you truly were his only parent his birdparents are deadbeats (species-typical)

[journalofanobody]

To quote George Costanza in "Seinfeld," "I'm back, baby, I'm back!!"

Pulled myself together, got my ancient bike started, and went to the place where I teach. First day since surgery, and first student to meet face-to-face. A pretty big deal for me because I love teaching and I love my students.

Staff at the cafe were smiling more than usual, one asking if I was feeling OK now, and I was happy to report that I was feeling pretty good. A bit over three weeks from the operating table and kidney surgery, to the cafe table and a student who looked delighted to see me. I asked my student, Momoka, how she was and she said, "Very happy" and when I asked why, she answered, "Because I can see you again and you look well."

I'm still a bit sore and slightly dizzy--not used to being outside--but feeling nothing but immense gratitude--to the docs, to my friends (including my kind Tumblr friends), and to my students. Fancy that, a "Nobody" who can feel both lucky and blessed.

#michael boiano

[vyvesvi]

(copying this over from my twitter)

pd101 japan s3 mdh steal list + where i want various trainees to go

yoshida hana would do well at starship

yamazaki mitsuki will probably quit music but in my head she could be in a ninemuses-esque group with ando chiharu, koyama mana, tanaka yuuki

i follow a talent scout/trainer who's actively trying to get moro anon a kpop job so

motohashi meika mdh steal list first inductee

i dont care for mizukami rimika. she should start a yt channel if she hasn't already

matsushita miyu isn't for me but maybe she could join the ninemuses reup

fujimoto ayaka was well-liked enough to have a future somewhere. idk where, but somewhere

hatta mena has some issues but i do think she can still debut somewhere

i have no idea where nakano kokona can go but that's baby sister so i want good things for her. maybe the chanmina show? that's the only japanese survival show in the works that i can think of, plus she suits the vibe

i was convinced that takahashi hina and abe nagomi were gonna be 12 & 13 and be frontrunners for the lapone spin off group but they usually dont bother with people who don't make the finale...my non fact based opinion is that a group with these two and a couple others who were eliminated would still do better than a group of the finalists. as it stands, hina should try for the next korean season of pd101, and nagomi will have a future in jpop, even though the idea of splitting them hurts my head.

i loved takagi mayu but her brief foray into the entertainment world is over i fear

sutani yurara would probably hate it conceptually but im zapping her with my ninemuses ray. sorry.

i don't know what to do with sasaki tsukushi but she needs a win and bad. chanmina show? if keiko and rinon weren't fighting for top 11 id say debut them as a trio, i enjoyed their team's balance on bijin a lot

saito serina...i really like her but idk what to do with her. she has great idol potential and fits kbeauty standards more than jpop standards...maybe the next korean season of produce? she's like 45% mdh steal list but that's my bias talking

kano kurihara ninemuses beam

i kind of love kitazume sakura, she's cute but extremely intense & she tries to hide it by simply not saying anything but it still shines through. i think she's great. produce 101 korea just to see, she shouts instead of sings but honestly she gives izone

kikukawa aki...she's fun but she gives flop group, like majors or something tbh

no idea how nogizaka works but kawabata ranka should aim for something like that

kamio ayano reminds me so much of zhang zining it's crazy. if she had a storyline i think she would've debuted but she just never caught on. she would be a great gg member but im not sure where

oda aruha my beloved disappointment. if she had held on a lil longer she couldnt made lapone trainee status but alas. i could see her just working in dance moving forward

okabe nana could be scouted by someone, maybe akb idk

uchiyama rin might not have a future in music but it's kind of a shame since she has such a nice lower register

ando yui my little sister...idk what to do with her so im gonna blindly put her in mdh jpn ngg and say it makes sense because having 2 yui's would be cute

aramaki joa's push was too obvious and she paid the price, but there's no way she's not being kept on as a lapone trainee or getting offers, finals or not. i actually think her vibe sort of suits tripleS although im not expecting anyone from this show to join

i quite liked akiyama ema, something about her reminded me of jihyo but she never fully caught the audience's attention so unfortunately she might just dance from here on out

to be very real i hope suzu fans dont panic vote her into the top 11. she definitely has a future at lapone.

honestly some company is gonna take half the finalists and throw them in a group together regardless of fit so given they dont make top 11 but disregarding that...

sorry i want shizuku to go back to opera

momoka should go on chanmina's show and then transition into an iri copy, she'd actually do sooooo well with that but if she wants a gg...my ninemuses team is only at 7 rn

haruka will get an offer somewhere

koto & rio lapone, kagura too but i want her for the gg im building in my head

in sum:

discount nine muses: yamazaki mitsuki, ando chiharu, koyama mana, tanaka yuuki, sutani yurara, kurihara kano, kamio ayano, kenmotsu nano, kato kagura

mdh: motohashi meika

sorta mdh but not really: saito serina, ando yui, aramaki joa

final top 11 in my brain: momona, miu, rinon, ran ayane, tsuzumi, kokona, kokoro, rin, keiko, and rino (im delusional)

#produce 101 japan #produce 101 jp the girls #pd101 #pd101 japan #t watches tv

[windupnamazu]

0mg cholesterol

ffxivwrite2023 #24: girls' night (free day) an informal social gathering of women.

Residents of Lunya's house. Post-Endwalker. 547wc. ⮞ Girls' night! Girls' night! Girls' night!

"Not so fast, Butter," Lunya said sternly as she put herself between the boy and the door to her room. "This is Girls' Night territory; you know you're not allowed to follow Babycorn around like a lost puppy tonight of all nights."

"But I've been to Girls' Night befo—" Butter's protests were cut short as Lunya grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around, marching him down the hall until they reached the stairs. "I've been practicing new nail art designs!"

Lunya's determined expression remained set in stone. "You're not invited this time."

"MISS LUNYAAAAA," Linnet began to frantically yell back in Lunya's room, "BABYCORN'S TRYING TO EAT THE MUD MASKS AGAINNNNNNNN—"

"Nophica's bleating goat," Lunya muttered as she quickly turned on her bunny-slippered heel and dashed back to her room.

Down in the foyer, several of the boys and people who were invited but didn't particularly feel like participating in Girls' Night were gathered and had watched as Lunya manhandled her pseudo little brother/son thing out of her way.

"Why don't we just host a Boys' Night?" Felis wondered.

"We did a trial run once and it ended up with Coco getting carried away by a seagull," Sirius said grimly from the armchair beside his. He didn't elaborate further.

Butter sighed no less than four separate times as he made his way down the stairs to join the rest of his housemates. He wanted to ask Babycorn about the Mun-Tuy Festival arriving in Gridania in a week but completely forgot about her and Lunya's monthly tradition of holding a slumber party and doing… slumber party things?

Contrary to its name, the Moontide Manor's infamous Girls' Night wasn't a night exclusively for girls—Babycorn's little brother was always there, which Lunya explained was because he was a baby, and so was Majj, who most definitely wasn't a baby or even partially a girl but got a 'free pass' as Lunya's 'silly little rabbit,' whatever that meant, which was ridiculous because he was a Miqo'te and Butter was mixed Viera! And Butter knew how to use a curling iron! It didn't make sense that he wasn't invited!

"You probably got kicked because of your confession to Babycorn," Linnet's uncle Niols said wisely. Butter still didn't know how the entire mansion heard about that before they even got home from Moonfire Faire. "I betcha Miss Lunya wants to gossip."

"You wanna try spying on them?" Oleo asked eagerly. "I know Momoka's gonna talk about how smokin' I am."

"Absolutely not," Sirius said immediately. "And if you try, you're grounded."

"I don't even live here though?!"

"During my last attempt at an infiltration mission, I knocked over a security mammet and got us arrested by the Sharlayan Forum," G'raha said pensively, looking up apologetically at Butter from his book on Allagan gardening techniques, "so I fear I will have to pass."

Butter didn't think the Sharlayan Forum would arrest them if they got caught trying to disturb the sanctity of Girls' Night, but he did know that Lunya Kalangitan Lanya was scarier than every silly-hatted member of that council combined and if even her own husband was against it it was the worst idea imaginable.

"We could try Boys' Night again!" Felis suggested.

"I don't wanna dieeeeeeee," Coco wailed.

#ffxivwrite2023 #tales from the warriors of light #i aint tagging all of that #g: moontide #i meant to write more for today but i got karaoke'd for like four hours. so. nothing.

[ace-the-fox]

Have some I picrews I made

Omg they're holding hands!

This picrew is really fun :)

Bonus, have cat Kira :3

Omg look at these cuties!!

The first one is so cute. They're walking to school (or back from school whatever works) <3

I must Google this other one you used though bc thank God it has a watermark, it looks so cool. I love Kira's little painted nails, even if it was just part of the picrew or not lol. Fun little semi-related headcanon: Momo will sometimes paint Haruka's nails for her when they're hanging out. Except it usually ends up a little messy and not at all Pinterest worthy because Momo is a little clumsy and Haruka's hands are shaky which doesn't help lol.

#jjba #jjba oc #momoka kawajiri #haruka kira #yoshikage kira #babies <3

[otakebi-cam-wao]

P101 Japan The girls ep 8 by a harowota

you know the thing, i write my mind's flow under the cut

LET'S START!!!!

i'm already spoiled of the eliminated ones, AND CRYING cuz of one (more than the others)!!!!

i love parutan in a normal amount... also ayane in a normal amount, i love mi intps girlies in a normal amount (not normal amount)

i fuckin love the presentation by the names they give the groups so cute, okay gonna cry now (even tho i already know this, but their faces is sad)

Momoka's new hair looks better than those black bangs and silverish blonde hair

love you parutan, this is mood as well!

parutan cutie!!!!

i dunno the places btw

ohhhhh after position evaluation?

lol KitaSakura lol, i'd follow her game with a bit of an embarrasement

concept battle, right

why is Nano so beautiful in an very interesting way? (her eyes are the main catch)

original song

SHUT UP RIMIKA (sorry Rimika fans, idk why but she gives me off vibes)

owo somethingsomething Baddie?

how hype they look nice

popcorn

oh, somehow i imagined something more cutesy (i shouldn't expect cutesy here, right?)

is hype and sexy?

AtoZ?

somehow my mind brings gee, cute but not extremely

toxic... what is this kpop g-idle vibes (as far as what i know cuz of tiktok... i'm not kpopie)

&ME (=ME reference? ok no)

powerful sounding, idk what to think

"aren't all you bad girls" lol kaela, baddie seemed nice, ngl

oh so the people decided the songs for each?

i fon't get this system... E is the group or song? me confusion

oh the letter is the song, but they can choose one to see who liked which song?

Nagomi's extensions made her so cute!!!!

i'm confussion tho... everyone gets a letter, but... what bout the eliminated girls

cute Joa

ohhh Ran hair extensions owo

i love people hiding lol

lol Yui getting a micro heart attack by Ema and Chiharu

Ran got excited w Joa

poor Shizuku, she just wants someone to get to that A room

these girls lol

Nano cute getting into the "empty" room and the surprises

lol nagomi miyu and rin

poor Aita Rin, all alone yet

lol Shizuku finally got someone in that room

Tsuzumi good eye!!!

Kassa! there too!

Kokoro getting there and how Kassa went was amazingly cute

how kassa says "Sakurai Miu" is funny

lol that C team is so funny

Kokona cute eyes and Nano?!

HINA!!!!!! looked so cute

lol

i love this, but they're not lol (the rest appeared cutesy way)

i fucking love how they wait every person gets into the room lol so funny, so exciting

C room is popcorn lol

A room is?! AtoZ (definitely the cute one)

B is baddie? ofc our bad girls lol

E room is for? idk... &ME then

D is toxic then... yes

i'm confused why they let everyone to rehearsal if there will be eliminated participants in each group

lol Popcorn team all got twintails, i love them so cute and hype, i wanna be there somehow

oh no Yuuki losing hope to even ask for the center

i'm kinda lose watching cuz i don't feel good knowing they had to rehearsal before eliminations tho it make sense

but also lol Yumeki laughing!!!!

Nakasone on video call being mother as always

i swear i don't want to talk a lot now...

Thelma seems a bit tougher this time

lol Miu ruining the emotive moment!!! (mood)

okay now the elimination...

or well, the passing ranking

35 to 25

i'm half lose, half tense here, cuz i know the ones who left, but not the places and it's so uabsdfbgdsihgh i don't like it

at least they had a relax time before the eliminations with sport battles!

so fun!!!!!

i just cannot even write, this is so fun, the imitations thingy

everyone imitating Yumeki 10/10

Mikotone in 3 legged race? thats cheating

elimination was sad

but also OMG radio for the trainees brought by the babies Nagomi and Hina

cute letter from Yui for Koto

Mana's letter for Chiharu is funny lol!!!

Rinon to Ayane is cute as well

CUTE AYANE PROMISING TO BRING RINON, NAGOMI AND HINA TO KARAOKE

i won't comment all letters, but 10/10 they did this

they had finished the letters but then nagomi had one for hina awww

cute babies

cute embarassed Nagomi

ohhhh Hina had a letter for Nagomi!!!!

they're so cute!!!!

i can't stand the elimination!!! (tbh i'm glad Rimika didn't make it tho)

i'm also kinda sad Momona got 3rd, but you're still there girl!

the cut girl is?....

Even Kaela cries saying this!!!!

cut girl (35th) is Yoshida Hana

moment to cry now that Sakata Kotone says her words for being 36th (it hurts me too)

cuz...

she was 3rd on my top 11 pick and i left her a message she liked

Kaela makes me hurt more, bye Kotone, bye MiKotone (twins) bye gyaru Sakura... is hard to see, i don't want more!!! (i will keep watching this ofc)

i'll just leave this

next week team reoganization? so they rehearsaled for nothing (if they move)

WTF?!

i'm fucking loving this girls (besides Nagomi bby, i love you, she's my bby), team popcorn fun stonks!

oh no the cries after eliminations

it hurts, it burns (the person writing this is poker facing tho)

pain, this is pain!

#produce 101 japan #p101 jp the girls #produce 101 japan the girls

[bleuxberri]

𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝟏𝟐𝟕 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.

「...how many kids they’ll have + birthdays」

how many kids they’ll have ♡ dream | wayv ♡

as dads/moms ♡ dream | wayv ♡

finding out ♡ dream | wayv ♡

telling your guys’ parents ♡ dream | wayv ♡

telling the members ♡ dream | wayv ♡

gender reveal ♡ dream | wayv ♡

cravings ♡ dream | wayv ♡

going in labor ♡ dream | wayv ♡

holding the baby ♡ dream | wayv ♡

baby’s first word ♡ dream | wayv ♡

teaching them to walk ♡ dream | wayv ♡

a/n: this is only for entertainment purposes, do not come for me for writing this! | all gifs are from pintrest

*•.¸♡ navigaion. ♡¸.•*

*•.¸♡ series. ♡¸.•*

‣ summary… how many kids they’ll have & their birthdays

↺ genre… fluff, dad au

♪ listen to… touch by nct 127

𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗴;

lee ye bin (이예빈) »march 26«

lee ye eun (이예은) »february 16«

𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗮𝗲𝗶𝗹;

moon tae woo (문태우) »may 27«

𝘀𝗲𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼 – 𝗷𝗼𝗵𝗻𝗻𝘆;

noah suh | seo min hyun (���민현) »october 15«

daniel suh | seo min ho 서민호) »march 19«

𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝘂𝘁𝗮;

nakamoto momoka (中本ももか) »may 25«

𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 – 𝗱𝗼𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴;

kim eun ji (김은지) »december 27«

kim dong cheol (김동철) »september 30«

𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗵 – 𝗷𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻;

jung jin young (정진영) »april 14«

jung yoo na (정윤아) »february 14«

𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗼;

kim yu ri (김유리) »october 26«

𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗹𝗲𝗲;

name: madison lee | lee min ah  (이민아)  »march 5«

zoey lee | lee min hee  (이민희)  »september 24«    

dylan lee | lee min jae (이민재)  »december 14«

𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗰𝗸 – 𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻;

lee chae won (이채원) lee chae yeong (이채영) »july 20« (identical twins)

#nct nctzen #nct 127 #nct 127 nctzen #nct 127 series #nct 127 dad series #nct taeyong #nct taeil #nct johnny #nct yuta #nct doyoung #nct jaehyun #nct jungwoo #nct mark #nct haechan #lee taeyong #moon taeil #john jun suh #seo youngho #nakamoto yuta #kim dongyoung #jeong yoonoh #kim jungwoo #mark lee #lee minhyung #lee donghyuck

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Sweetly || Agatsuma Zenitsu

Content and Warnings: Female reader, blood and death, aged-up characters, mafia - alternate universe, porn with plot, couch sex/riding, oral (f), criminal Pillars, modern day au with demons/slayers, NSFW, words: 6,743.

Notes: This is part of Thicker Than Water collab posted by @em-plosion​. Thank you for hosting such a fun and amazing event. Please enjoy.

The sweet scent of sugar permeates the air as you carry a tray of homemade kohakutou candies out to the counter. You are almost sad to see them go; the last batch is personalized in pastel shades for the customer, a detail that you take great pride in as a Confectioner.

Packing them in a baby pink paperboard candy box with the name Amaku on the side – the name of the shop – you stand and wait for the fortunate customer to come in.

It's almost nine, near closing time, so you store the leftovers in containers for the staff to take home; a variety box is waiting for you of dangos and a cupcake with buttercream icing that your colleague made. You almost can't wait to tear into them.

Hearing the doorbell ring, you turn your eyes to the entrance, forcing a sweet smile as Mrs. Momoka walks in – an older woman with a friendly face that comes in once a week.

“Oh dear, I apologize for being so late. There was a terrible accident in Iwate,” she explains.

You raise a brow.

“What sort of accident?”

“The police were swarming the streets. I heard they found a mutilated body in a dumpster outside the convenience store in Ninohe District,” Mrs. Momoka answers.

You frown. An air of dread swallows you like a wet blanket.

“How long ago?” You ask.

“Half an hour,” Mrs. Momoka answers. She narrows her eyes in concern. “Why do you ask, dear?”

You hand the box to her over the counter; the app makes orders easier considering the customers pay online with no hassle.

“I live in Aomori. It concerns me.”

Mrs. Momoka frowns in pity.

“That is unfortunate. Be careful on your way home. Aomori is 2 hours from Iwate but you can never be too cautious.”

You agree. Waving goodbye to Mrs. Momoka, you walk around the counter and turn the open sign to close.

It's dark out. An ominous feeling inches across your body, but at least there are people around. You take an uneasy breath, walking away from the door to clean up.

At a quarter after nine, you leave Amaku, heading to the train station. The night air chills you to the bone, but it's the least of your worries. The incident plays in your mind like an eerie time reel. Tohoku is a quiet region; nothing usually happens on the island, so a brutal death so close to home has you on edge.

You try to ignore it, but the disappearances reported now and again on the news seem more real. Is there a pattern? A possible killer? You shudder to think so.

Boarding the train, you take an uneasy breath, resting in a vacant seat. At night there aren't many people around. You share the compartment with three others, making you unlucky number four.

It's an hour ride to Aomori, so you try to make the best of it as you can, playing a silent dating game on your phone.

Ten minutes till eleven the train pulls into the station and you depart. Your apartment is a five-minute walk from your current location. You saunter down the empty street, humming under your breath as you clutch the box of sweets in your arms. It's so close you can almost feel the warmth of your bed and the safety of your apartment.

The echoes of your footsteps pierce your ears, but then there is something else; something that makes your skin break out in goosebumps. You halt in fear.

A voice? A faint cry for help?

For a moment you think your mind is playing tricks on you. Being alone at night sometimes does. You take a slow and cautious step forward, but you hear it again.

It sounds like a child. You widen your eyes.

Listening intently, you locate where they are. The sound is coming from the side of a nearby vacant building on a narrow dimly lit street.

“Nope,” you utter.

There is no way you are going to investigate the sound. But on the other hand, a kid might be in trouble. What they are doing outside after dark is a mystery. You groan in frustration, walking to the corner of the building.

“Is someone there?” You ask.

There is silence at first, then a pained voice cries out.

“Please. My leg is hurt.”

Your heart pounds in your chest. You peek around the side to see a young boy sitting in the street. A bicycle too large for him is resting on the ground with a bent wheel frame. It looks like someone may have hit him and ran.

And there's blood on his hands and face.

You rush to his side, taking out your phone in case you need to call an ambulance, but as you are looking him over you can't seem to find a single wound.

“Where did this blood come from?” You ask in confusion.

The boy points his finger at the building and against the wall, you see a man’s body. A large bloody chunk of skin and tissue is missing from his shoulder and his head is caved in. Your eyes widen and you turn them to the bicycle frame, noticing hair and blood covering the spokes.

What is going on?

You hear a low gurgle in your ear and turn to see a pair of red gleaming eyes staring at you. A trail of saliva leaks from the boy's mouth.

“What––”

He lunges at you before you can form a question and sinks his fanged teeth into your arm. The pain is unbearable. A horrified scream tears from your throat as a result. The boy releases you and cackles, sweeping a lengthy and narrow tongue across his blood-stained lips.

He's a monster. It takes you a minute to process – monsters don’t exist, do they? – but when it’s clear that he is going to do to you the same horrible thing he did to the unnamed man, you panic. Shoving him away with all the strength you can muster, you run. To where you aren’t sure, but you know for the sake of your life that you must get away.

But it’s not that easy.

A sudden weight on your back knocks you off your feet and onto your stomach, forcing the air from your lungs; your phone and candy box lands out of reach. Coughing in protest, you are aware that the child is sitting on your lower back.

“Where are you going, big sister? Don't you want to play with me too?” The boy asks.

You sob in horror, clawing at the ground in an attempt to get free, or to at least reach your phone. But his weight is too much to bear. It feels like a ton of bricks is pressing you into the asphalt.

The boy laughs and buries his fingers into your hair, forcing your cheek against the ground.

“Brother tried to run too, so I broke him. Humans aren't very good toys. But they taste so good.”

Is he serious? What kind of sick person does that?

You choke on your tears. The fact that you are going to die seems unreal, and as the instinct to fight leaves your body, you shut down. It’s over. You’re as good as dead.

As the warm unpleasant breath of the monster hits your face, an unexpected current ripples through the air. The hair on your arms stands straight and the sweet pungent aroma of ozone permeates your nose.

Is it about to storm?

The monster growls and releases you for some reason unbeknownst to you, standing up near your shaking body. It seems to be staring in anger at something in the distance, but you are far too worn out to look.

“I’m not afraid––”

A yellow light suddenly zips past you and interrupts the monster, then to your horror, when your eyes clear, its headless body falls into a motionless heap beside you. What in the fuck? You watch in confusion as it reduces to ash, fading to nothing. All that remains of the monster is its clothes.

What is going on? You can't seem to understand. There is no logical explanation.

Not to mention you are weak. Your mind feels like it is lost in a warm haze.

“Please, someone, help me,” you sob.

The pain is too much.

Hearing the quiet patter of shoes on the asphalt, a person comes into your view. He has uneven blond hair – an unnatural color that is not worn by many in the region – and is wearing a black mask over his mouth and nose. But what concerns you the most about him, is the katana in his hand.

Does he hear you? His eyes are closed, almost like he is asleep.

You watch him lean down through blurry eyes and pick up the paperboard box, taking out the cupcake. He takes a bite, then opens his soft brown eyes in alarm.

“Where am I?” he asks, looking around.

The blond notices the katana in his hand and shrieks in fear.

“I went out alone again!”

Whatever internal battle he is having with himself, you do not care. You reach over and grab his pant leg, making him shriek again. But once he sees your condition, he takes a sharp breath. His face turns red.

“I’m so tired,” you utter.

“Rest, and I will take care of you,” he says softly.

You want to live. You sob as you can no longer see him. As the darkness consumes you, his warm hand on your cheek brings you some comfort. At least you aren’t alone.

It’s so cold, that you can hardly stand it. Is this what death is like?

Opening your eyes with a groan, you untangle the blanket from your waist, yanking it up to your chin. It takes you a moment to realize that you are awake; the notion comes as a surprise to you.

I’m not dead.

How? Maybe it was a dream.

No, you think.

The pain is too real. It feels like someone tore your arm out of the socket. You test your fingers pleased that you are able to move them. And now that you know you are OK, you can focus on figuring out where you are.

The room you are in is akin to that of a hospital, but there are no windows and the air reeks of bleach and dust. It reminds you of a basement. There is a thick sheet separating your bed from the rest of the room and no red call button to alert a nurse that you are awake. All in all, you are alone and confused.

Did the blond leave you here?

You frown.

“Where are you?”

You have many questions to ask him.

“Are you referring to me?” a familiar voice asks.

You gasp in shock as the sheet yanks back; the blond emerges from behind it. You are pleased to see him. Only he looks a bit different. The mask is missing from his face and a bamboo skewer rests in the corner of his mouth. Is he eating your dangos?

Your stomach growls in protest.

“I hope that did not come from the pink box I was carrying,” you mention with a glare.

“It did, and they were good,” the blond replies. “I’ve never heard of Amaku before, but I like their sweets.”

A sense of pride consumes you.

“It’s my shop in Akita, or rather co-owned shop,” you mention.

“I’ll remember that,” he states.

He tilts his head, staring at your arm in concern.

“How does it feel?”

You reach up on instinct and touch the bandage around your left shoulder.

“It’s tender, but at least it’s there,” you answer.

“I never would have forgiven myself if such a pretty woman like you had been maimed or killed,” the blonde mentions. His face turns red.

The events of last night come rushing back to you and you frown. That’s right. The monster almost killed and ate you. Warm tears blur your sight.

“Did I make you cry?” The blond asks in fear.

Rushing over to your side, he cups your face and uses his thumbs to wipe away the stray tears. You widen your eyes, feeling your face turn red in embarrassment. What is he doing?

“Let me make it up to you. We can share the last dango, or we can get married.”

Does he think he is being sly? You grab the pillow, whacking him on the head with it.

“Why did you hit me?!” The blond cries, covering his face.

“I don’t know who you think you are, but you are acting like a pervert,” you answer striking him over and over.

Seeing him cower triggers a memory. You halt, eyes wide in fear. The events from last night break through your guard and flood your thoughts. The body, the monster, you on the brink of death; it’s too much. How did you not realize the intensity of the situation until now?

“I … want to ask you a question,” you utter.

The blond peeks at you from between his fingers.

“As long as you don’t hit me anymore,” he states.

“The boy last night who attacked me. Was he a monster?” You ask.

He frowns.

“That's not up to me to explain. But I know someone who can; if he sees it fit to.”

You hum.

“Please ask him. I need to know.”

The blond turns and walks toward the door, but you call out to him.

“What is your name?”

He peeks over his shoulder with a smile.

“It's Zenitsu.”

You smile and introduce yourself.

“I owe you my life,” you add.

His face turns red.

“Does that mean accept my marriage proposal?”

Is he serious? Your toss the pillow at his head, feeling embarrassed by his blunt question. Did he have no shame?

“You’re a creep!”

Zenitsu points a finger at you.

“You lied! You said that you wouldn’t hit me again.”

You glare at him.

“I'll do much worse than that if you ever ask me again.”

Zenitsu squeaks and runs out of the room.

It's hard to believe that he is the same person from last night. You take an uneasy breath and rest against the bed. There is nothing else to do but wait. Whoever the unnamed man is, you hope he can answer your questions.

Time creeps on. An hour passes – according to the clock on the wall – then another. And still, no one shows. Maybe Zenitsu could not persuade the unnamed man to speak with you. Feeling let down, you are at least pleased that you are alive. Even so, you are traumatized.

Are there more of whatever the boy is out there on the streets? And how are you supposed to tell them apart from humans? He had appeared to be normal until his eyes changed. You wonder if you can even have a normal life now that you have seen the monster. In the back of your mind, you know that they are out there lurking in the shadows.

A sudden knock on the door causes you to jerk in fear, and before you can wonder who is on the other side, Zenitsu walks in. Behind him is a hulking man wearing a suit. You widen your eyes, watching him sit on the edge of the bed across from you. His eyes are white with no visible irises or pupils, and though he appears blind, he seems to get around rather well.

“How are you feeling, Miss?” He asks softly.

“Um, I’m fine I guess,” You answer.

All things considered.

Tears pour down the man’s face.

“I apologize that our base doesn’t have an elaborate infirmary, but we are well-staffed in doctors.”

Why is he crying?

“It’s not an issue. Though I’m a little confused as to where I am,” You mention.

“You are in Aomori in the Tohoku region. My lieutenant brought you here,” the man answers. “But where are my manners. My name is Himejima Gyomei.”

You raise a brow. Lieutenant? Does he mean Zenitsu?

“I was told that you have questions. Understand that you may not like the answers, but you are obligated to ask them,” Gyomei mentions.

What sort of horror awaits you? You clear your throat; you have every right to know the truth.

“I want to know as much as you can tell me about what happened to me and why.”

Gyomei merely nods.

“The creature that attacked you was a part of an ancient race of immortal beings known as a demon. There are hundreds of them lurking in the darkness around Japan, and their primary diet is humans. Do not think for a moment that you are cursed or have been chosen by them. You were merely in the wrong place at the wrong time, but you are fortunate.”

Demons? As unbelievable as it sounds, you know that the child you had encountered was not human. If you had not witnessed it yourself, you would have laughed at Gyomei.

“And Zenitsu managed to kill it with a katana,” You point out.

“I was so scared I passed out again,” the blond mentions with a shiver.

Gyomei nods.

“More or less. Zenitsu and I come from a long line of demon slayers, and though our methods are a secret, I can tell you that there are hundreds of us across each region. For instance, I am known as the Stone Pillar of Tohoku.”

So, they kill demons? But then why did no one save the man who had been killed before you had showed up? You have a feeling Gyomei isn’t telling you something.

“I know that it’s hard to understand, but it’s best not to concern yourself with our business,” the said man mentions. “If you have no other questions, then Zenitsu will escort you to the exit. Demons only come out during the night, so there is nothing to fear when the sun is out.”

You raise a brow. Is that it? No promises to keep you safe, or what to do once the sun goes down. Your suspicions about them grow.

“I have no more questions,” you lie.

You have many, but you doubt that Gyomei will answer them.

The said man nods and stands up.

“Sorry for your misfortune.”

He leaves you alone with Zenitsu, exiting the room.

“The Boss is scary, isn’t he?” The blond asks. He laughs and motions for you to follow him.

You take an uneasy breath and stand with a grunt. Your shoes are near the bed, so you don’t have to search for them. A question comes to mind, and you hum.

“I forgot to ask about my arm. Will it be OK?”

Zenitsu nods.

“It should be. You had to have a lot of stitches and it may leave a scar, but if treat it like an animal attack, dress and clean the wound, then it shouldn’t become infected.”

That is good to know.

You slide on your shoes and frowned as you see the state of your uniform. Your coworkers are going to lose their shit. The fabric is torn and covered in blood. Damn. What are you to do?

Seeing movement from the corner of your eye, your face turns red once you notice that Zenitsu has removed his yellow jacket, handing it to you.

“You can borrow it if you don’t want to draw attention,” he mentions.

You thank him and slide it on. The jacket doesn’t fit well, but you don’t mind. You shove your phone and house keys into your pocket and take in his scent. At least he smells good.

“You look so cute in my clothes,” Zenitsu coos.

You ignore him and march from the room; your face is red from embarrassment. Once Zenitsu catches up, he leads you down the hall and up a flight up steps. You are right to assume that you are in a basement, but you never expected the house or whatever you are in to be so big. It reminds you of a traditional manor with tatami mats on the floor and rooms blocked with shoji screens.

“This place is nice,” You mention.

“This is Boss Gyomei’s manor. But the commission I make is enough to live comfortably,” Zenitsu explains.

You raise a brow. Do people commission him?

“You get paid for killing demons?”

“Something like that. We receive a request, then we go out and kill the demon causing the problem and we get paid,” he answers.

You narrow your eyes.

“I thought the Pillars protected the regions. What happens if the client doesn’t have money, but a demon is harassing them?”

“You don’t want to know the answer to that,” Zenitsu answers in low voice.

There is something off about them. The demon slayers are an organized crime group who profit off the clients who pay them for their protection. But then, why did Zenitsu save you?

“How much does a job cost?”

“Around 200 million yen, including clean-up costs,” the blond answers.

You feel faint.

“I don’t have that sort of money.”

Does Gyomei expect you to pay him back? You never asked for his help.

“Since I acted on my own accord, the Boss doesn’t except for you to pay him, but the clean-up cost still applies,” Zenitsu explains with a laugh.

“H-how much is that?” You asks.

Zenitsu hums.

“I think it’s 2%.”

“I don’t have 4 million yen! That’s ridiculous!” You shout.

The blond looks over at you and smiles.

“You are fortunate that Boss Gyomei has a kind heart. If you had ended up in debt with the Wind Pillar or the Snake Pillar, then you’d have to work until you die.”

Who is he kidding? You have to pay the cleaning cost. You groan.

“I’m never going to be able to make that much yen.”

“Not to mention, you owe me too. I could have died out there,” Zenitsu whines.

You are starting to think it would have been easier if the demon had just ate you. There is no telling how much Zenitsu is asking for.

“Don’t look so down. I’ll see if the Boss will ignore the cleaning cost, and as for my payment, well, I’ll let you know when I think of something,” the said man mentions.

How considerate of him. You feel worn out and defeated. You follow Zenitsu to the entrance of the manor and glare at his chipper expression.

“Just head over the bridge and you should be back in the city,” he explains. “I’ll see you soon.”

You hope not. You grumble a curse at him and leisurely walk towards the bridge as he had instructed. All you want to do at this point is to go home and go to bed. But you have a story to makeup and a co-owner to call.

It is going to be one hell of a day.

Nearly two weeks pass before you are able to return to work. Your arm is still a bit tender, but at least it doesn’t hurt as bad as it had before. You had told your co-workers that a stray had knocked you down and bit you. It isn’t a complete lie, but it also isn’t without consequence. Your co-workers make you take a taxi home every night; your funds are taking a beating and you still have not heard from Gyomei about your debt. Or seen Zenitsu for that matter.

Not like it matters. You have a lot to worry about. Currently, you are at Amaku, having to work behind the counter because of your arm, but on occasion, you sneak into the kitchen to help make Monaka with ice cream filling.

When it becomes night, it begins to rain. You know that the flow of customers will slow down, so you take a moment to use the bathroom.

You are washing your hands when someone knocks on the door.

“There's someone in here,” you declare.

“It's me,” Hisae announces.

You turn up your eyes in a spirited manner and unlock the door, letting your co-worker.

“I was about to come out. You could have waited,” You mention.

“Fat chance,” Hisae snorts. “Besides, I wanted to be the one to surprise you.”

You raise a brow.

“I'm lost,” you admit.

“There's a delinquent man here to see you,” Hisae mentions.

What is she going on about?

“I don't know any delinquents, let alone any men.”

“He seems to know you,” Hisae utters with a pout.

You turn up your eyes and walk out of the bathroom to see for yourself what Hisae is been talking about. As you round the corner into the customer area, your eyes widen upon seeing the familiar blond. You slide back around the corner and hid.

“Zenitsu,” you utter. Your face feels warm.

Of course, it is him. He did say that he’d be seeing you around. But why did he have to show up at Amaku? And in front of your co-workers.

“So, you do know him,” Hisae mentions.

You shake your head in agreement. There is no point in lying.

“When were you going to tell us you were seeing someone?” Hisae asks.

“I'm not,” You argue.

You hush her and try to listen to what he and Shouko are talking about. All you can hear is your co-worker reciting the menu to him.

“It all sounds so good,” Zenitsu mentions. “What do you suggest?”

You groan and step out into the open.

“I suggest you buy something and leave,” you express. “It's almost closing time.”

Zenitsu shouts your name in glee.

You face heats up. Does he not hear you?

“Zenitsu came here from Aomori to escort you home. Isn't that sweet?” Shouko asks.

“It's a bit creepy,” you admit.

“Creepy?” Zenitsu asks. He walks to your side and puts his arm around you. An umbrella dangling from a cord around his wrist dampens your uniform, making you curl your nose. “But that's what a boyfriend does.”

You elbow him in the ribs.

“Why are you so mean to me?” Zenitsu asks with a cough.

“Because, dear, that's how I show my love,” You tease.

Shouko raises a brow.

“So, you two are dating?”

You sigh. Poor Shouko is terrible at reading the room.

“He looks like a delinquent,” Hisae points out, motioning towards her head.

“This is actually my natural color,” Zenitsu admits.

Hisae laughs.

“Sure it is.”

She walks behind the counter and stands next to Shouko.

“How long have you and Mister Delinquent been dating behind our backs?” She asks.

Hisae wears a smile but her eyes are unnerving.

“We're not––“

“A week,” Zenitsu answers.

You take an uneasy breath.

“We met at the clinic. Zenitsu works there and helped treat my arm after the stray bit me. But we’re not dating.”

You turn up your eyes upon hearing him openly whine over your answer. It is bad enough that you are lying; you are not about to pretend to be in a relationship with him.

“We close in 20 minutes, but you are free to stay around until we lock up, Zenitsu,” Shouko offers.

The blond smiles.

“Thank you.”

Hisae and Shouko return to the kitchen, leaving you alone with him.

You sigh.

“What did you come here for? The real reason.”

Zenitsu hushes you.

“We’ll discuss it back at your apartment,” he answers in a whisper.

You have a terrible feeling you know what the blond wants to discuss; the word debt is crawling around in your head like a cockroach. Merely nodding, you return to the counter and check the online app. No last-minute orders have been made, so you begin to bag the display candies and cakes, even going out of your way to make Zenitsu a to go box.

Once the shop is clean and locked up, You wish your co-workers a good night and usher Zenitsu outside. The rain seems to have lightened up a bit, but you still aren’t eager to walk home in such clammy weather. Perhaps a taxi is easier.

“At least the station won’t be crowded tonight,” Zenitsu mentions.

“Yeah, I––”

You lose your train of thought when you see the bright smile on his face and the umbrella over his head.

“You only have one umbrella.”

“Why would I need another?” the blond asks unashamedly.

You glare at him. Of course. You walk to his side and stand as close as possible to him to prevent the rain from pouring down on you.

“If I get sick, then I am going to choke you,” you utter.

Zenitsu laughs.

“Stay close to me.”

A sweet scent akin to the ozone radiates off him. You turn your head to take in his scent ashamed of the action.

Now who is being a creep, your mind teases.

Eat my ass, you snap, as sharp as a whip.

Are you seriously arguing with yourself? You take an uneasy breath.

“So, I see you don’t have your katana.”

Zenitsu hums.

“I don’t always need it.”

“But what if a demon attacks you tonight?” You ask.

How is he going to protect himself?

“I didn’t think about that!” The blond shouts. Tears gather in his eyes.

“Are you ignorant or something? How do you not think about that?” You ask in disbelief. “A demon could swoop in and tear out your eyes and you’d be a free meal.”

Zenitsu glares at you.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! I don’t want to die!”

You hush him. His rant is starting to draw attention from passing people. He has a big mouth.

“No more demon talk, I swear,” you utter. “So please calm down.”

Zenitsu nods in agreement.

Honestly, you aren’t sure how he is still alive. You sigh; you were right, a taxi would have been easier.

Arriving at your apartment, you unlock the door and usher Zenitsu inside. You are a bit nervous about him being in your apartment – chores had fallen behind since your injury – but not as nervous as you were walking home from the station. At least with a demon slayer at your side, you feel a little more at ease.

“Do you want something to drink?” You ask, watching the blond glance around the room – you apartment isn’t too impressive; you have a 1 bedroom 1 bathroom space with an attached kitchen and little to no closet room.

Zenitsu hums, lifting the to-go box that you made him.

“I have all I want.”

“Then make yourself at home, but don’t get my couch wet,” You order.

He removes his damp coat and sits down on the couch.

You pour yourself a drink from the fridge, then join him in the living room, grinning as the blond seems to enjoy the sweets you packed him. Your face heats up and you clear her throat.

“You wanted to discuss something with me,” you bring up.

Zenitsu licks the remnants of an Ichigo daifuku from his fingers and hums.

“My visit regards your debt to Boss Gyomei.”

You thought so. You sigh.

“What is the damage?”

“The 200 million you owe is squared away. I came by to tell you that I went ahead and paid the cleaning cost for you.”

He did? You widen your eyes.

“Why? I’m a complete stranger to you. There is no reason for you to have done that.”

“Even people like us can do something good for another,” Zenitsu answers. “And besides, I like you too much to see you buried in debt because of one bad day. If Amaku went under, you’d never talk to me again.”

You smile despite your best effort to control your emotions. Warm tears sting your eyes.

“You’re damn right. But now I owe you another favor.”

Zenitsu grins.

“I know what to ask for too.”

“If it’s for me to marry you, then no,” you reply, sharp as a whip.

The blond groans.

“I could die though.”

“That’s on you,” you utter. “But, maybe I can take you out one afternoon.”

His face turns red.

“My wife is asking me on a date.”

You playfully turn up your eyes. For a coward and a flirt, Zenitsu is rather adorable. It feels good to be wanted. A sense of desire washes over you.

“As for the second favor,” you utter. “Close your eyes.”

Zenitsu raises a curious brow but closes them regardless.

You lean over and gently kiss him on the cheek, pleased as the heat rising from his face warms your lips. You smile and veer away.

“I hope that will be enough.”

Zenitsu turns to you and in that brief moment that your eyes peer into his, you are captivated. You aren’t sure what comes over you, but you want more.

“I want to kiss you,” you admit.

“O-ok,” the blond utters.

You link your hand with his and lean in, pressing your lips against his. Your skin prickles with goosebumps as Zenitsu kisses you back. A soft wet smack meets your ears as you separate from him, but as soon as you do, the blond bends in and kisses you again, only with a bit more pressure.

You moan softly and lock your lips around his lower one, sweeping the tip of your tongue over it. You are pleased when Zenitsu reciprocates. With light touches, you toy with him, using your tongue to tag his own, only for him to hum and lift his hands to your face. Deepening the kiss, a wave of pleasure sweeps across your body, causing your nipples to harden as a result.

Raising your arm, you run your fingers through his hair, parting from him; a thin lead of saliva links you to Zenitsu until you run your tongue over your lips. Your breath comes out hot and thick as you press a kiss to his jaw, then veer over, sucking gently on his ear lobe.

Zenitsu groans and clutches your upper thigh, reaching for the button on your pants.

You sit up on your knees and remove them, then crawl into his lap. His hard cock presses against the lining of your panties, urging you to grin. You ease his head back, giving him another closed mouth kiss, then part your lips and run your tongue across his lower lip. As Zenitsu opens his mouth, you reach down and undo his pants.

A groan leaves his mouth as you take his cock in your hand and stroke it. You want him badly. You move aside your panties and position yourself over him, but Zenitsu clutches your arm.

“W-wait!”

You widens your eyes and part from him. Your face is hot with embarrassment. Did you do something wrong? Perhaps he doesn’t want to go further with you.

“Do you want to stop?” You ask.

Zenitsu shakes his head no.

“I don’t have a condom.”

You smile gently.

“I have one in the bedroom. Give me a moment.”

You reluctantly crawl from his lap and hurry into your bedroom, searching through the side table where you keep them. You are fortunate; Zenitsu is a considerate man. You tear a packet from the container and briskly walk back into the living room.

Handing it to him, you remove your panties and wait for Zenitsu to roll the condom down onto his cock, then resume your spot. You lean up on your knees and spread yourself, sinking onto him until you are seated in his lap. Your walls clench as a result and though it hurt for a moment, you feel utterly full.

You groan and clutch the backrest, rocking your hips a slight bit to get a feel for him. Zenitsu grabs your hips and urges you to move, thrusting into you when you bounce your lower body. It takes you a minute with his urgent need to fuck you in order to find a decent rhythm, but once you do, a gentle sensation begins to grow in your stomach.

It isn’t enough to push you over the edge, but having him inside you drives you mad. Your breath comes out in short pants as Zenitsu quickens his pace, wrecking your pussy with deep and quick thrusts. You try your best to keep up, sliding your arms around his shoulders for leverage, rocking your hips.

Hearing Zenitsu groan, you feel his hips shudder. His thrusts switch between fast and deep to slow. Then he stalls, bottoming out in you with a moan.

You pant in exhaustion, grinning as the blond does the same. Your throat is dry, but you are still eager to continue. The grip on you eases up and Zenitsu helps you slide off his lap.

He removes the condom and ties the top to prevent his cum from leaking out, but as he goes to stand, you stop him.

“I didn’t get off,” you mention.

Zenitsu widens his eyes.

“You didn’t?”

You answer his question with a shake of your head. Lying down on the couch, you motion for the blond to come over. He sits the used condom aside and hovers over you, peering into your eyes.

“Give me a minute and––”

“Go down on me,” you beg.

The blond smiles. He slides between your legs and lifts them over his shoulders, resting on his stomach.

You hum as his finger trace your tight hole, entering you. It isn’t a cock, but honestly, you don’t mind. Once he adds another finger, he begins to curl them inside you. Zenitsu spreads your outer lips and leans down to run his tongue over you clit; the warmth of his breath sends chills across your body. Your walls clench around his fingers as he thrusts them into your eager pussy.

You arch your back, panting as his pace quickens. The tension is driving you insane. You want to cum so bad, but you aren’t quite there yet.

“A little lower,” you beg.

Zenitsu raises his head and takes a breath, then does as you instruct, flicking his tongue over the very spot you need in order to curl you toes. Yes! Your thighs tighten around his head.

Shutting your eyes, you focus on the sensation coursing through you. Your mind wanders over to a few minutes ago when the blond had fucked you. Had you been comfortable with your words you would have begged Zenitsu to make you cum; you would have assured him that you belonged to him and no one else. Oh, how you wanted to.

Your face heats up as the tension in your stomach escalates. You are close. Taking an uneasy breath, your hands wander, teasing and pinching your hardened nipples. The pain is ecstasy; a perfect blend that brings out an airy moan. A familiar and long-awaited sensation tickles you.

“Don’t stop,” you plead.

Zenitsu closes his lips around your clit and brushes his tongue against you in a way that makes you grind against him.

It is too much to handle. A wave of pleasure crashes over you, filling your body with warmth as you cum. You open your eyes, but your vision is blurred by tears. Once your high begins to fade and your body relaxes, you ease your legs from Zenitsu’s shoulders and took a deep breath; your core is throbbing in reaction.

“Thank you,” you utter.

Zenitsu sits up and wipes his mouth clean. His cheeks are red and his breath is labored, but he smiles.

Groaning, you sit up and hum. You are exhausted. Taking a look at the clock on the wall, you frown.

“It’s late,” you mention.

Zenitsu hums.

“Do you want me to go?”

You shake your head no.

“You can stay if you want.”

You aren’t sure what the consequences of having sex with Zenitsu will have on your potential relationship with him – if there is one – but wondering what-if can wait for another time.

You stretch and stand up with a grunt.

“I’m going to clean up, then go to bed. You can sleep on the couch if you want, or join me in the bedroom.”

The blond smiles.

“I’ll lay beside you however long you let me.”

You are relieved. To be honest, you feel safer with him around. Perhaps you will never leave your bed again.

A girl can dream. 

#demon slayer #zenitsu agatsuma #demon slayer fanfic #zenitsu x reader #aged-up characters #mafia au #emsyakuza900 #gyomei himejima #demon slayer smut #one-shot

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Random Doodles :)

It’s been a while since I posted traditional Ite! doodles... let’s change that

haha baby face

WAUUGHHFJFG

*sweating confused-ly*

Black lights are very pretty... they look nice with purple marker :)

I actually drew Rankou the most out of everyone last night but the drawings had spoilers so just take this silly one hehe

smooshed Momoka

#my art #ite! it's jellyfish love! #traditional art