LOOK WHO'S TALKIN

— LOOK WHO'S TALKIN’

ENTRY #006 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. MATSUKAWA ISSEI + DUMBIFICATION

— fucking someone so hard they go stupid.

• pairing: matsukawa issei x chubby reader

• content warnings: table sex, name calling (cumdump), degradation, teasing.

you and your smart mouth and the effect it have on him. maybe it's time for issei to put you in your place and he got the perfect idea.

“cat got your tongue, eh?”

issei jeers at you. his face morphing into one of a mocking expression with a huge shit- eating grin in his lips. eyeing your plump body slumped in the table while his cock is buried to the hilt inside your soaking pussy.

the cold table in where you laid is lathered with your sweat. it felt disgusting but at least it provide you some relief to not get your back bruised from how hard issei was fucking you. you felt so small and helpless and you can't voice out your annoyance and frustration at him. the air in your lungs getting knocked out everytime you tried to say something. you're beyond incoherent at this point.

“want to say something? use that smart mouth of yours, baby.” he challenges. his hips busy snapping at an unruly place to your cunt. his arm wrapped around your leg with your ankle hooked in his shoulder.

he can't help but to chuckle at your current position. you were totally powerless against him. what banter and the sarcasm firing from your mouth earlier are nothing but babbles and whines coming from your mouth. too stupid to speak something about him. serves you right.

don't get him wrong. issei loves that smart mouth of yours. it made his days, adding color to his life and he appreciates that. the playful banters, the jabs you throw at each other without getting offended and ending in laughs but today it was different. he was losing or to put it honestly, it was bruising his ego.

and what does it take to win from you? shut you up with his cock.

“too dumb to think of something witty, are we? this is what you get, sweetheart.” you whine at contempt. drool escaping in the corners of your mouth. fuck issei and his huge cock — you were literally doing it.

your body surrendering from unforgiving strength he was doing. you can't help but to lay there and take what issei has to give to you. your mind too mushed to think of anything and your mouth isn't cooperating with you.

he gazes at your plush body. your tits bouncing from his thrusts, stomach jiggling and that pretty face of yours — he could stare at it all day. your moans music to his ears and he treat it as a rest day for your daily squabbles with him.

mesmerized at the sight of your pussy swallowing his cock. his cock glistening with your slick and it made his cock throb more. his breeder balls slapping to your ass.

“just like that...” he groans feeling your walls clench around him. “you think you're so smart but you're just my stupid — stupid — stupid — cumdump. you're only good for taking my cock, — pretty.” the words hurt and it was unlike for issei to talk with you like this but for some reason that made your cunt throb more, your walls spasming around his cock so hard that it's almost impossible for him to push his cock deeper but no, issei wouldn't let that.

“you like being called my cumdump?” he asks, raising his brows and you shake your head. “oh really? your pussy says different, sweetheart.” there's a sneering tone in his voice and you only whine.

“you're getting dumber on me just for having a dick inside you.” placing your legs beside his torso as he hovers above you. his palms finding place besides you to get more leverage and then his hips began to slam against you.

“i'm going to give you a reason to get stupid.” the pad of his thumb began drawing circles in your clit and that made you cry more. your legs locking behind his torso. making it impossible for him to escape and encourage him to slam into you deeper.

“that's right. i'm going to fuck you until you can only think is my cock inside you.” he groans. with every sharp thrust as his cock making indentions inside your warm walls.

“s—shit, shit. you're going to cum aren't you?” sweat beginning to glisten in his skin. “alright — alright. i'm going to give you my cum.” he says rocking his hips and with a last forceful thrust. he emptied himself inside you. his orgasm triggering yours — sending shockwaves to your system that it made your hole convulse around him. your hips arching — body trembling from the orgasm your body had induced to you.

matsukawa gazes at you. too fucked out from the bliss and that made him smirk. just today, he found out on how to effectively shut you up. just fuck you hard until you can't stop creaming around him. a huge grin plastering in his face. shaking his head at your hopeless case of being fucked dumb by his cock. look who's talkin' now?

he wants to taunt at you but you were still reeling from your high and he'll let it slide. just for today. you were still too dumb to understand what he is saying.

issei will wait for a another day to use his way of shutting you up or not? maybe. he knows after this you're still running your smart mouth and it won't be a problem of making you shut up.

— NO SUNLIGHT FOR THE CAGED

ENTRY #002 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. YAKUZA! OSAMU MIYA + SHIBARI

— shibari is a japanese style of bondage, it's known as a kink but it's more than that. It's a kind of art, while tying the rope around someone's body you're making different patterns and connecting with that person.

• pairing: osamu miya x chubby reader

• content warnings: yakuza au, yandere themes, pwp, shibari (bondage), dark themes, reader is a bastard, power imbalances, noncon, dubcon.

freedom is what you yearned for a long time but osamu miya won't let you get the freedom you deserved, now you belong to him.

days are gone in the blink of an eye while you stare at the spacious garden. walking in the same hallways was different.

it seems like yesterday with you and the the twins were frolicking there. spent playing the game of tag and gawking at the koi fishes swimming — tails swishing, creating ripples in the pond.

now there's no love nor fondness thinking about it. memories about being a child gives the illusion of being happy without a care in the world. temporarily.

as a child you thought nothing would change. that atsumu and osamu would be still your dear friends. that they will be the the same people you'll grow up with. you love them wholeheartedly. never did it crossed your mind one day, your dear tsumu and samu would change. you came to terms of it. they were meant to be that day as the next head of the miya clan and you — a bastard have no place for it.

and who are you to complain, you were born a bastard after all. in the world where family matters the most and influenced a organization, bastards like you have no place for it. maybe if you were born male, your father would maybe favor you a bit and that would been fine — you would have a purpose.

instead you were born a woman. engraved with the roles that you are nothing without men. that you will have value of being a wife, a mother and you don't want that. clinging to a hope that someday you will live a long, fulfilling life and escaping this place would be the first step on making that true, achieving the life you wanted. counting the days until you'll know what freedom is.

the halls were empty. where only shadows of a gleeful childhood witnessed the laughter and squeals of once lively halls. a remnant of the past that you will never see again.

“there's nothing for me here.” you would whisper where only the walls could hear you.

it all began when the twins grew distant of you. as heirs they are being prepared of the duties and responsibilities they would take once their father would step down as being the head of the miya clan.

atsumu was the first then osamu. you didn't knew atsumu for the first time he mocked you and reminded of your place. his voice tearing your heart apart. his disdain and disappointment were made for you and osamu, although he didn't say a word. his gaze tells otherwise. atsumu would snarl at you but osamu would look at you once, twice and a shrug is enough to tear your heart in shreds. the regret and disgust for meeting you, for simply existing. a nobody in his life.

what affection and sincere smile were long gone, replaced with the nasty remarks and the jeers. passing in the hallways only to get shoved or not ignored, not even once needed the memories of the bond shared.

it won't be long. you say to yourself. you needed a plan to escape this place. without looking back. a new life for yourself. free from the duties that is forced to you. a freedom for yourself.

watching the hands of the clock ticks by left you restless. a few belongings packed safely in your bag. you didn't have much, a few trinkets and such. tucked away in the corner of your room. a few more hours and freedom. you needed to tend things with the gathering of the constituents and allies of the miya clan tonight and after that, you are free. they wouldn't notice you. a nobody.

their noisy cheers and not so discreet of plans echoed in the common room along in the hallways. your father was also there. who had no interest to his bastard of a daughter.not even batting an eyelash as his daughter poured warm sake in his cup. downing it with eagerness and going back to their conversation. you continued to serve them along with the hope that you will be free tonight.

your heart pounds along with your sharp intakes of breath. come on now. it's now or never. you don't need to dwell yourself in trivial things. they were going to be too drunk or wouldn't give a care to you leaving. they could easily replace you.

this is the time while you leave in the back, you can see the tori as you approach getting bigger. this is it. when you walked past in that tori you will be free.

“where do you think yer going?”

don't look back.don't look back.don't look back.don't look back.don't look back.

you don't want to look and only to find samu's gaze staring at you. maybe, you could look at those eyes of his. it's been years since you've look at them and seeing it would be goodbye. a farewell.

turning around, clutching your bag in your hands. you face him, looking straight in his eyes. not even acknowledging how handsome he is in his black montsuki.

“away from here.”

“i didn't take you for being stupid. what made you think that yer leaving this place? how stupid.”

grey eyes twinkles in amusement. watching as your body squirm while the ropes tightens in your limbs. finally, he can use this skills he acquired from a long time ago. giving purpose to his fondness of ropes and to you.

he would be much gentler to you. if it weren't the act of you leaving him. how stupid for you to leave him. to think you have the will to leave him and the snap of ropes hitting your skin is the kind of mark that breaks your skin. let the punishment fit the crime of trying to escape from his grasps.

“samu, please. i don't want any of this.” you pleaded.

he remained silent. his fingers weaving the rope like a spider to it's web. gliding the rope in your skin while you're sprawled in the floor. his hakama pooling in his waist. showing the dragon tattoos etched in his left arm and to his abdomen and chest. toned and leaned his body is. proudly showing you what he's made of as he manipulates the rope in his own will.

the younger miya keeps his eyes glazed to your supple body. the rope digging in your soft skin. tugging the ropes to create tension to your flesh. feel it. embrace it. there's no use how you wiggled your wrists. the more you try. the tighter the rope clings to your skin.

a work of art, he would say. your body tangled in the red ropes minus the squirming. satisfied with his handiwork. samu pulls the rig above you. your body rising above and he can see the panic in your eyes. it wouldn't let you down if that's what you think. stupid for you to think that it'll fall when this is all made for you to think that you knew all of him. it's a dumb claim for you that you will own him. that you will be able to manipulate him with a simple pout of your plump lips. long gone with all the games and he got you wrapped around his fingers.

you were suspended in the air. limbs aching and burning that you can't almost feel it. osamu walks around you. admiring his work, his gaze fell to your body bound by the bright, red ropes and he can finally take all the frustrations he felt for years. face devoid of any emotions and you're afraid when osamu's like this. far much worse than his older twin.

lips pursed into a thin line while his knuckles grazed the skin in your cheek. you didn't meet his gaze. recoiling upon the contact of his skin to your and that osamu didn't like it one bit.

patience thinning out at your stubbornness. osamu grasped your jaw before pulling it close to him. meeting his piercing gaze that leaves your soul trembling. it's all pure territorial with death awaiting to those who dares to enter. his breath tickling in your face.

“and where would you go?” he began to inquire you. “you hold no position. no name for yourself. no property for you to own. you are nothing. you—”

“i know!” you interrupt him and osamu didn't like being interrupted but he lets you. “i'm aware all of that. you don't need to remind and you should have let me —”

“go? I won't allow it. you belong here and no place on earth would replace that. even you're gone, i'll find you. you forgot how powerful i am — princess.” the nickname leaves you breathless. you forgot he calls you that besides your name and it made you smile a little, bitterly. your samu was still here.

“i should tie you up more often.” he says, adoring the work while his hands runs to the expanse of your body. “i wonder what sound you'll make if i do this.” he teases, pinching the hardened bud, earning a delicious moan coming from you and that made him chuckle. “where else? i know you were always a slut, princess.” pulling the rope a little tighter and he can see the indents in your skin.

“dripping wet, are we?” he taunts. rubbing your puffy, soaked folds with his fingers covered with your slick. “please, samu” you whined. begging for more friction. begging for him to give your neglected pussy with attention.

your resolution of escaping dissipating like bubbles. you can never escape samu and you're dream of freedom was a mere child's dream. you're bound to him.

“bad girls don't get to cum, princess. if you only submitted to me earlier i might have.” plunging his finger to your hole and the tears begin to pour from your eyes. pumping his fingers in a lazy manner before pulling it out. admiring his slick-covered fingers.

catching you in his arms before whispering. “don't ever think of leaving me again.” and you nod immediately.

you won't be seeing the sunlight again along with the freedom you desperately yearned for.

Oh my god, I just read your Nanami ff. And I just, I love it 😍😍😍 he is so pookie bear.

yes! nanami is so soft and gentle with you that makes your body turn into goo from his touches and what could we ask for more?

just take precaution. nanami could be so rough with us when placed in a bad mood and we like that.

takuma ino has a secret.

one he closely guards and never told a soul about it. tight lipped he is whenever he thinks of it and avoiding of conversation getting closer to being related.

his secret he got a crush on nanami's soft and plush girlfriend.

it's bad as it is. liking the his mentor's girlfriend whom he deeply respects but he can't resist and fall for your charms and now he suffers from it.

opposites you are with his mentor and yet, he can see how you love nanami and the latter also. there's no ounce of affections are displayed with eyes watching but he knows how you both truly felt for each other — for the reason it's also the same how he looks at you.

stolen glances with every chance he had. he never dared to look at you when nanami's around knowing how disrespectful it is — to take interest in a person who is completely taken but he's a man too. a man who is also capable of love.

he sees you in his dreams. your round face above him while you plant a kiss in his lips to wake him up. you kissed him everywhere — with his face bare and his most favorite — you kissing him with his mask on. disrespectful and out of his code — he also had dreams. not the innocent kind. one should not utter when there are ears around. listening to his words.

a far and unrealistic chains of expectations on how he would act as a lover to you and he daydreams about it — a lot.

however you made it clear that you will always see him as a little brother and ino hates it. tired of the feeling of being treated as a younger brother by his seniors. he don't want that — not even from you.

forbidden it was — ino accepted the fact that you will never be his. he can only admire you afar with nanami beside you but he's grateful that someone like you graced his life.

at the very moment he laid his eyes on you, he knew he was a goner and the very last moment he laid his eyes on you with nanami — the remaining affection he had for you died along with his shattered heart.

PIECE BY PIECE

HUSBAND! GETO SUGURU X CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── smut, injuries, smut, riding, cunnilingus, children and a baby, pregnancy, body worship.

─── first chapter. second chapter.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ it may took too long but suguru is determined you will never experience the same pain again.

suguru always looks forward in coming home after a long day. how couldn't he miss home when he knows there is you who will always be waiting for him along with the two angels he have with you.

tonight, it was different. he couldn't stand seeing your face still scarred from the pain his dear friend had done to you. he's true to his words. he won't lament over a friendship that built him and only to destroy after committing such repugnant deed to you. geto wouldn't exchange you for any thing in the world.

he must be strong for you. he was in pain and so was you. when he came home that night. he knew something was up. you weren't there. no matter how late he came home you would always be seated in the couch where you waited for him. offering him a plate of food or whatever he wants at that time and you'll give it to him. there was silence and coldness in the air. you must be asleep the first thing he thought and he went to your shared bedroom but you weren't there and then he went to the twins's bedroom. you were there. the girls curled up to you and he went to approach you.

the first thing he noticed is the dried tears in your cheeks. you must have cried yourself to sleep but why? he didn't think anything about it. you must be exhausted and he leaves it that way.

he thought it was normal and the days went bleak. your behavior changed and you were irritated than the usual. the final straw was with you snapping with the twins and panicking from your sudden outburst.

when he confronted you that night. his heart broke, shattering in million pieces when you cried. apologizing all over again from the shame you made him feel. blaming yourself from the weakness for not being able to defend yourself. the worst— his best friend, the man he called a brother did that to you. it was worst than betrayal.

when he made sure, satoru understood where he was coming from. he never looked back again. not needing for the man who was worst than a monkey to violate you.

“suguru.” the call of his name from his dear wife made everything disappear. you stood there watching him walk towards you and the first thing you noticed is his bloody knuckles.

it stings with every dab of cotton touching his skin but it could never compare to the pain in his heart while he watches you gently patch his wounds. how could someone hurt you.

such tenderness in your fingers while you applied a salve to heal his wounds faster. grasping your hands in his and place a soft kiss to them while looking at you. your eyes turned glossy and a broken smile is given to him

“i'm sorry for hurting you, suguru.” you began and the tears came rolling down to your cheeks.

“you could never hurt me.” wiping the tears in your cheeks and pressing a kiss to your forehead. he would die just to see you happy again.

late is the night but sleep never visited you both. tangled in the sheets with suguru looking at you from above. his thumb drawing circles in the back of your hand. there are things that remained unsaid.

“suguru.” you called out to him. sitting up to face him a shaky sigh leaving your lips.

“what is it?” leaning on the headboard to fully look at you. the curtains move like waves from the breeze outside. the moonlight shining through the windows and hitting you with a glow that knocks the breath out of him.

he had never seen such ethereal being in front of him and it was you. his wife, the mother of his children and the love of his life.

you bit your lips, grasping the hem of your nightgown and your lips quiver. you look at the man in front of you. his long, jet black hair cascading to his back and a strand of his hair falling in his face. you could never trust anyone again except him and you were afraid he would reject you after that but you swallowed the fear.

“can i kiss you?”

suguru almost melted at your request. staring at him with your doe-like eyes. he let out a sigh. you were going to be the death of him.

“come here. you can kiss me anytime you want, baby.” he watch you slowly crawl to him. tentatively touching him but suguru wants all of you. there was hesitation. your lips twitches and you look at his eyes then to his lips.

he needs to be patient. if this is the only way for you to accept him again, physically. he hears you swallow then your letting out a shaky breath fanning the skin of his lips. closing your eyes and then pressing your lips in his.

it was the first kiss in weeks. suguru savored it like it was the first time he kissed you on one rainy night. on the day you both vowed to stay with each other with death's the only way to separate you both. it was warm and gentle. a first act of bravery despite fear winning.

you slowly backed away, looking at him through lidded eyes and his lips soon followed. chasing your lips with his. his hands on your back while soft pecks of each other's lips are being exchanged.

slowly but surely, you were starting to bloom again in front of him. what tenderness turned into desperation. the sound of lips smacking resonating in the room. lips being sucked by the other with tongues yet to dance.

what seconds felt like forever, not wanting to end with the temporary escape. a whimper escapes your lips and suguru worried, opens his eyes and he can see your tears freely flowing. this is an escapade—a place to lose your fears.

cupping your face with his hand and you stopped kissing him. you didn't realize you were crying when his thumb came to wipe the tears. caressing your cheeks lovingly and you stare at his eyes. placing your hands in the back of his hand.

“you're safe with me. i'm not letting anyone harm you again.” he said, pressing his forehead to yours.

“i know. make me forget, suguru. i don't want to spend my days living in fear, of being scared. i'm sorry if i'm being selfish. i only want to be with you and with the children, sugu.” you sob and suguru kisses your nose and then your forehead. it is never selfish when you want something. geto would never call it selfish coming from you.

“i also want to be with you, (y/n). if you'll allow me.”

no words were said when your lips connected again. this time it's full of desperation and wanting for each other. tongues dancing and the tiny moans escaping your lips.

wanting to feel closer to you, suguru grabbed your hips. pulling you to him. your soft body pressed against his hard ones. your fingers tangled in his hair.

when air becomes a problem, you were forced to break the kiss. panting softly in each other's mouth.

it's been long since he touched you like this. to be close like you were molded for each other. feeling each other's warmth, the taste of each other's lips. how your lips fits like a puzzle in his and how you filled the hole in his heart. showing him with unconditional love despite his wrongdoings in the past.

“you are no exception when it comes to love, suguru. we're all amateurs when we love and surely we can teach each other to love.”

he remembers you saying that out of the blue. the times where things got shaky. you didn't leave him. stayed with him when things got rough and at that time, the very moment. suguru have never been so sure that you will be the person he's going to spend the rest of his life with you.

he began to kiss you in your cheek then going under to your soft jaw. nibbling in the skin and then to your neck. inhaling your scent that leaves him addicted with the scent and taste of you.

hissing when you unconsciously grinds your hips in his crotch. his cock coming to life from the ministrations. biting the juncture of your neck.

“suguru...” you moaned out. your body tingling from his lips alone. “i got you—doing well for me, baby.” he groans. his hands holding the hem of your nightgown but he stops so. unsure that you aren't ready for the next step.

noticing his hesitation, you held his hand. kissing his palm, “it's fine, suguru. it's you. i don't mind.” you murmur, the vibrations of your voice sending shivers down his spine and the sincerity almost drowns him. making him love you more than ever.

his hands run through your neck and then to straps of your nightgown. pulling it down until skin is exposed. the nightgown pooling in your waist. licking the exposed skin, to your chest, to the fullness of your breast. they're getting bigger again. a sign of life growing inside you. catching the hardened in his mouth, your fingers tangling in his finger pressing his head to your chest while he suckles on your hardened bud. mewling with each suck and his tongue swiping to the area surrounding your nipple. your fingers running through his hair and you whined.

“sugu, you're still clothed.” geto chuckles, unlatching his mouth to your bud to remove his sweater but you stopped him wanting to do it and geto lets you. holding the edges of his sweater before pulling them up to remove them and throwing it to the side.

you were blessed by the sight of his hardened muscles. his pectoral muscles popping and his biceps showing the years of his youth and suguru is nothing but handsome with a body carved by the gods.

suguru wraps his arm around you, resting it above your butt while the other holds your back, his palm cradling your head before changing your positions. placing you on the bed while he towers over you.

pulling him to kiss him which he gladly returns. rubbing his arms while he pulls down your nightgown, followed by his sweatpants. his long hair tickling your shoulders while your tongues clashed with each other. there's a pop before his lips returned to pepper your skin with his kisses. putting attention to your round stomach.

pregnant with his child once again. suguru could have killed gojo with no second thought if his child inside you gets harmed. he could never forgive himself. he knows how miscarriage in women deeply affects someone when losing the child and he can't put you in pain again.

getting a confirmation from you with a nod, he slowly parts your legs. his head taking a dive between them. nipping the supple skin of your thick thighs until his breath is close to your pussy.

wrapping his arms around your thighs, you hold his hair. preventing stray hairs from disturbing him while he eats you out and suguru smirked at your action.

licking a stripe in your slit, geto is rewarded by the prettiest moan coming from your mouth. your back arching and geto holds your thighs to prevents you from backing away from him. your thighs tremble with every swipe of his tongue skillfully lapping at your folds. catching the slick that drops with the flick of his tongue. “'m close, su—o-ohhh—fuck” you curses out. grinding your cunt to his mouth and geto gladly laps it out. his tongue working wonders to make you cum, moaning at your taste and with a suck to your clit. you came undone, your body shaking from the tremors of your orgasm and geto is no stranger from your fast orgasm. knowing how well pregnancy affected you and this isn't the first time. fascinated the first you came when you were pregnant with the twins.

when suguru rises from between your legs, ready to take you. seeing how hard he is and the tip of his cock drips with pre-cum.

“wanna ride you—suguru.” and he obliged. worshipping you in all glory why you used him for your pleasure. leaning against the headboard while you straddled him. putting your full weight on top and he didn't mind the weight. it's a welcoming feeling for him that after what happened he was still yours. creating an effort to mend the rift.

he holds your hips, guiding you to lower to his length. hissing when you slowly sink to his cock. stretching you out and stuffing you full. this one is gentle, no force behind them.

you hold his hand, marvelling how his hands holds you with such tenderness, the hands who made you feel loved and important when everything fails to make you believe that you were important. the hands who held you tightly with no intention of letting you go. the same hands who can snapped someone's neck without breaking a sweat, who could throw a fist without hesitation are holding you with such care like you're a fragile glass that will break at the smallest touch.

“i love you so much, suguru.”

“i love you too.”

geto never knew he could love someone like he loves you. with every moan, the whimpers coming from your mouth, the mewls from every thrust and the way you call his name. your skin flushed against his while he pants your name.

in this state of bliss where nothing could hurt you, lost in the pleasure of being close with to each other. in this world where you two own anything. a world to forget everything.

suguru held you tightly that night. cradles your soft body while he pets your head. kissing your forehead repeatedly. the damage is still there but slowly—baby steps he says. you will slowly heal and when the time comes it was just a bad dream. he will pick every broken pieces of yourself. piece by piece.

he places a palm in his stomach with hope blooming in his chest. in the next months, another addition to the family he have with you will soon come and he looks forward to that. a new hope for him and to you. a new beginning. you two can start again.

a chubby baby boy crawls towards him with the roundest cheeks, chunky legs and arms and the most prominent features, the softest tuft of black hair and it's eyes. it crinkles with every coo and babble while it's hands tried to grab him. it's the spitting image of him.

a son you gave birth to . bringing a new blessing in the family, after the twins. mimiko and nanako gazes at their baby brother with such adoration. they've been wishing for a sibling before their baby brother came.

their baby ryuuji, a baby with the brightest smile, with the cutest laughter and a headstrong baby.

“ryuuji~” you coo at your baby and it laughs. drool escaping the corners of his mouth and you smile at your child.

“mama! i want to hold ryuuji.” nana calls you out. ecstatic to hold his baby brother.

“me too, mama! papa, please!” mimi chimes in.

“okay, you two. careful with ryuuji.”

they enthusiastically wave their arms. sitting in the floor ready to hold their brother. they both cooed with a whispers they were going to be a good, big sisters to him.

suguru presses a kiss to your forehead. grateful for the all the things you gave to him. children who loves both of you and you, a wife, his partner for life.

what's past is never to look back in. no matter how sentimental it is for someone like him. all he ever need was in front of him.