#syli makes things

[sylibane]

I finished The Final Draft a couple of nights ago and I think these games snapped something fundamental in my brain (positive). Anyway here's some of the better silly drawings I accumulated over the course of both runs.

[candy69gurl]

PERIOD PAIN HEALER !!

PAIRING Step dad!Gojo Satoru x f!reader, Step dad!Toji Fushiguro x f!reader, Step dad!Nanami Kento x f!reader, Step dad!Geto Suguru x f!reader, Step dad!Sukuna x f!reader, Step dad!Shiu Kong x f!reader, Step dad!Hiromi Higuruma x f!reader, Step dad!Kamo Choso x f!reader [seperate]

SYNOPSIS It's understandable that the month's arrival brings with it a series of unpleasant sensations and discomfort that nobody enjoys experiencing. However, things aren't so unpleasant when you have someone to support you through this time, such as your caring stepdad, who is more than willing to assist you in any way possible..

WARNING stepcest, pre-established relationship, comfort, nipple sucking & playing, orgasm through nipple playing, bloody pussy eating, use of four arms for pleasure (sukuna), cock warming, p in bloody v, fingering, use of bad nicknames (geto), clit rubbing, soft sex, clit rubbing with cock

NOTE In my experience, having an orgasm during your period reduces cramps. I wrote it while on my periods lol. I'm just a girl (with daddy issues) ... Some people may find the contents unpleasant. Simply block and move on; please do not make disparaging remarks about me or report my post; if you do, prepare to get trolled by my moots. Please read the warnings and do not do this at home (duh). Reposting cause tumblr removed it.

◈ SATORU GOJO

Gojo's eyes widen as he catches the sight of you clad in one of his oversized T-shirts, your small frame barely managing to contain its folds. You look like a lost little rabbit, shivering slightly, bouncing on your toes as you pace nervously near the bathroom door.

"Hey, hey," Gojo murmurs, brows furrowing as he takes in the sight before stepping closer. His thumb brushes lightly across your cheek, coaxing you to meet his gaze. "What's goin' on, sweetheart?"

His voice is soft, comforting - a stark contrast to his usual cockiness. You look up at him, your eyes filled with uncertainty, and he feels a pang in his chest. Something's clearly off, and he knows he needs to get to the bottom of it.

"Are you alright?" he presses gently, concern coloring his voice as he reaches for your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. The gentle pressure of his fingers seems to calm you somewhat, and you nod, averting your gaze.

"Yes...", you mumble, but it sounds more like an excuse than the truth.

He tilts your chin upward, "Don't lie to daddy," he whispers softly, searching your eyes for any hint of distress. There's a tenderness in his voice that surprises you both - unusual for the usually arrogant man. Swallowing hard, he adds, "Tell me what's wrong."

Despite yourself, you find yourself opening up, the words spilling forth: "It's just... uh... cramps, and I feel uneasy."

He kneels on his knees, lifting up your top and leaning in to kiss your vulnerable tummy before softly massaging the area. The touch is firm yet soothing, causing you to relax slightly despite the lingering pain.

"That's better, isn't it?" he remarks, a hint of warmth creeping into his voice. You nod syly not breaking eye contact with him. Gojo's expression softens, and he pulls you into a warm embrace. "Ah, I see.. That feels good.. ," he says, rubbing your back soothingly. "Don't worry about it. Let's take care of you, okay?"

As he gently leads you to your room, Gojo's mind races with ways he can help ease your discomfort. He doesn't want you to suffer, not when he could do something about it.

Once settled on the soft cushions, he slowly slides his hands up and down your abdomen, his other hand cupping one of your breast gently in his large palms. You gasp slightly at the sensation, the nipple tingling under his skilled touch. Gently, he rolls it between his thumbs and forefingers, eliciting a moan from deep within you. This causes him to smirk devilishly and lean in closer.

His warm breath caresses your chest as he whispers, "They hurt too, don't they?"

"Y-yes, a bit," you confess shyly.

His smile broadens, and without further ado, he bends his head down and captures one of your nipples in his mouth. A jolt of pleasure shoots through you as he sucks lightly, increasing the pressure gradually, making you squirm involuntarily. His other hand moves from your abdomen to massage the other breast, his thumb occasionally flicking against the engorged nub.

The sensation is uncomfortable and pleasurable simultaneously, bringing forth an array of mixed feelings within you. He lifts his head briefly, looking into your flushed face with a knowing smile. "This should help alleviate some of the discomfort, my dear. Just let go and enjoy it." He returns to his task, sucking harder on your nipple while tweaking the other, sending waves of sensation cascading through your body.

You can't help but give in to the intense feelings coursing through you, your back arching slightly as he continues his ministrations. Your breathing becomes ragged, and you grip the sheets beneath you, trying to stay grounded in reality.

You find yourself reaching climax unexpectedly, your entire body trembling under his touch. "D-daddy cumming," your lips move to form an involuntary moan, and he looks up, satisfaction written across his features.

He releases your nipple, running his thumb over your mouth before pulling you closer. His voice is velvety smooth as he murmurs, "You came just by me sucking your nipples? Guess you are really sensitive now"

With a satisfied hum, he pulls away, drawing you into his embrace. His arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you close to his chest. "There you go," he mutters, rubbing soothing circles on your stomach as you lean into him. The rhythmic motion quickly lulls you into a sense of comfort, easing the last of your tension.

"Feeling good now?" he asks his crystalline blue eyes turning soft only for you. You nod shyly, closing your eyes momentarily, your heartbeat decreasing.

"Get some rest now, sweetheart. When you wake up, the discomfort will be gone. I'll make sure to stock up on those chocolate candies you love, kikufuku or something similar. That should help cheer you up, yeah?" He speaks into your hair, his voice low and soothing. "And remember, I'm always here for you, no matter what."

Slowly, your eyelids grow heavy, and soon enough, sleep claims you. In his arms, you drift off to dreamland, cradled by his warmth and strength. He watches over you until you're peacefully asleep, then rises from the bed with a content smile, leaving you undisturbed.

◈ TOJI FUSHIGURO

As the pangs begin, you find yourself in agony, groaning softly and clutching your lower abdomen tightly, the whole day you are in your room, you even missed dinner. Suddenly, you hear footsteps to your room, you look up to see your stepdad, Toji, walking into your room with a concerned expression on his face. "What's wrong? Tired of being a brat?" he asks, moving closer to you.

"My period started," you mumble, unable to hide the pain from your voice. "It's so sudden and painful."

Toji, raises an eyebrow in surprise before responding gruffly, "Why do ya always whine about these little things? It happens to everyone! Get over it!" He waves dismissively, leaving you feeling hurt and ignored. Your heart sinks as tears start to form in your eyes, "Don't cry now, I swear I can't tolerate ya's mood swings during these days," he observes you closely for a moment, noticing the genuine distress in your eyes.

After witnessing your pain and tears, Toji's cold exterior crumbles slightly, replaced by tenderness and guilt. Though he is annoyed by how weak and whiny you are, he can't bear to watch his little step daughter suffering. Gently, he props onto your bed, the bed jumping slightly with his weight, as he pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. He starts to rub your stomach in soft, slow circles, attempting to alleviate some of the pain.

"Sorry," his voice husky with regret, "I didn't mean to be harsh. Let me make it up to you." His hand gradually moves from your stomach to your neck, his thumb gently tracing circles on your tender skin. The sensation mixes with the pressure of his touch, bringing a sense of comfort and relaxation that slowly takes over your body.

"Just close your eyes and rest," he whispers in your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "Let me take care of you." As if in a trance, you obey his instructions, allowing his words and touch to lull you into a state of calmness. His hands continue their gentle rhythm, kneading your stomach and caressing your neck, his lips occasionally brushing softly against your cheek.

As you drift off to sleep in Toji's caring embrace, you find solace in his presence and the gentle caresses that soothe your body. The tension in your muscles slowly dissipates, and eventually, exhaustion claims you. Time passes unnoticed as you both rest, your breathing deepening and evening out into peaceful slumber.

However, as night falls, your cramps return with a vengeance, waking you up from your peaceful slumber with a gasp. You wriggle uncomfortably, your hands instinctively clutching your stomach as pain courses through you. Your eyes flutter open to find Toji also awake, concern etched upon his features. He watches you intently, his own face contorted with worry as he observes your discomfort.

He repeats this motion multiple times, his tongue tracing intricate patterns across your sensitive skin, each movement accompanied by soft, reassuring whispers. His hands reach for yours, pulling them away gently from your stomach. "Shh, don't worry," he murmurs, concern evident in his voice. "I know it hurts, but we don't have any heating pads or medication here. What if I try something else?" He looks at you expectantly, a glint of determination in his eyes.

You nod hesitantly, unsure of what else could possibly help. Slowly, he shifts his position, leaning closer to you. His gaze locks onto your stomach, his expression intense as he focuses on the task at hand. Then, without warning, Toji presses his lips to your stomach, the warmth of his breath sending waves of relief throughout your tense muscles. His tongue darts out, lightly flicking at your skin, causing a shiver to race down your spine. Surprised, you let out a small moan, your body reacting to his unexpected touch.

You get caught off guard by Toji's sudden move, you let out a soft squeak as he swiftly removes your shorts and panties. Embarrassment washes over you, but his determined gaze leaves no room for protest. He glances at your blood-covered pad, a hint of curiosity in his green eyes, as if studying the sight for the first time.

Before you can recover from the shock of his actions, he holds you firmly but gently in place, his hands strong on your hips, pinning you to the bed.

"Please...don't do anything.. It's weird," you stammer, your eyes wide with surprise and embarrassment, but there's a hint of desire there too - this wasn't exactly an unwelcome sensation.

"Shhh," he hushes you, his voice rough with desire. "This might help, trust me." And with that, he lowers his head, his mouth approaching your bloody core.

As soon as his mouth touches you, the sensation is overwhelming. The warmth of his lips combined with the wet heat of his tongue sends shivers down your spine. His movements are neither tentative nor shy, rather they're hungry and bold, as if he's been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Blood colors his lips and chin as he continues to feast on you. Despite the circumstances, a strange mixture of pleasure and embarrassment fills you.

"It feels so...weird but good," you confess, biting your lip as pleasurable shivers rack your body.

Toji lifts his head, his gaze locked on yours, "Good?" he queries, his voice thick with lust. His eyes reflect a primal satisfaction that overwhelms any semblance of shame or guilt. Your response seems to ignite something within him, and he dives back in with renewed vigor, his tongue delving deeper, his hunger growing stronger. The scent of your blood mingled with your natural arousal fills the air, heightening the intensity of the experience.

With Toji's relentless attention, it doesn't take long for you to reach your climax. Your body arches involuntarily, a gasp escaping your lips as waves of pleasure crash over you. He feels it too, the tremors beneath him signaling your release. His tongue never stops its steady pace, guiding you through the peak of your ecstasy until you finally collapse back onto the bed, panting heavily.

Toji pulls away with a satisfied hum, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand before looking up at you with half-lidded eyes. "That should help the cramps," he states, a smug grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

But instead of leaving, he crawls up alongside you, pulling you into another tight embrace. "Rest now, kay?," he whispers, nuzzling your neck as he speaks. "We'll deal with anything else tomorrow."

Despite the unusual circumstances, you find comfort in his arms once again. His chest rises and falls steadily next to yours, his heartbeat a calming rhythm that lulls you back into slumber. The night stretches ahead, quiet and peaceful, with nothing but the two of you sharing the same space.

◈ NANAMI KENTO

As the door creaks open, you know right away it's Nanami stepping in. The scent of his cologne wafts towards you, signaling his arrival. You glance up from the couch and look towards the hallway, anticipating his arrival.

"Hey, honey," he greets softly, voice carrying a hint of weariness. "How are you doing?"

You give him a weak smile, trying to hide the pain you feel from your period. "Just dealing with some cramps, dad," you reply, trying to sound as casual as possible. "No big deal."

He nods, offering you a sympathetic look as he walks closer, then removes his jacket & glasses and places his work bag on the coffee table. "Well, let's see if there's anything I can do to help you out," he says, reaching out to gently brush your hair aside.

"Oh, don't worry about me, dad," you assure him quickly, attempting to put on a brave face despite the discomfort. "It's not that bad. But thank you for asking."

Nanami raises an eyebrow at you, studying your expression carefully. "Don't try to lie to me, sweetheart, I can see your toes curling from the pain" he says gently. "I understand how painful these periods can be. Here, come. Let me help you, okay?", he says gesturing you on his lap.

You hesitate for a moment, feeling embarrassed about showing your weakness in front of him. However, Nanami's concern is evident in his eyes and you can't resist the urge to lean into his comforting embrace. As you sit on his lap, he wraps his arms around you tightly, providing you with warmth and support.

"There you go," he murmurs softly, rubbing your back in circular motions. "Do you want some painkillers? Maybe a hot pad? Or anything that will lessen your pain?" he offers.

Your body responds instinctively to his touch, moving closer to him unconsciously. You feel yourself grinding against him slightly and gasp, realizing what you've done. Your cheeks flush red with embarrassment, but Nanami remains composed.

"Easy now," he says quietly, placing his hand on your hips to steady both of you. "We'll take care of this quickly, okay?"

Feeling guilty for making him hard, you reach for his pants, running your fingers along the outline of his erection through the fabric. It's hard and warm beneath your touch and you pause before slowly stroking it.

"Will you feel good, if it's in you?", he asks; he is genuinely concerned about your well being more than his own.

You swallow hard, feeling the heat rise to your face once again."Yes, please... I think it would help," you admit shyly.

Nanami looks at you thoughtfully for a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright, then," he says decisively, lifting you up, freeing his member.

Nanami's thumb pushes aside your panties, his other hand positions his shaft at your entrance. He slowly slips into your bloodied cunt, the crimson fluid and your arousal making it easier for him to slide through your gummy walls. You gasp softly at the sensation, your eyes fluttering closed as he stretches your insides.

For a few moments, neither of you moves; his hands resting firmly on your waist, his breath warm on your neck. Then, your hips begin to buck involuntarily against him, seeking deeper penetration. The combination of pain and pleasure sends shivers down your spine.

Your red fluids seeps into his tan-coloured trousers, making them brown. But that's not his concern now. "That's it," Nanami murmurs approvingly, adjusting his grip on your hip as you move. "Let it out, baby girl. Let everything out."

Slowly, he begins to thrust into you, setting a rhythm that matches your movements. His hands roam across your body, finding your nipples and rubbing them lightly. The pleasure intensifies, culminating in soft moans escaping from your lips.

As Nanami's thrusts become more forceful, so does your breathing. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through you and soon enough, you feel the edge of release drawing near.

"Daddy.. A-ah.." You whisper hoarsely, gripping onto him tightly as your orgasm builds up. You're on the verge of losing control, feeling every nerve ending ignite.

A final powerful thrust sends you over the edge, your body trembling and you arching into him. A cry escapes your lips, muffled against his shoulder as you let it all out - all the pent-up frustration, discomfort, and desire colliding together in an intense climax.

Nanami holds you close, riding out your orgasm until the last ripple subsides. Once you're stable, he pulls out his blood-coated shaft slowly, leaving you slightly empty but content.

"There you go," he whispers reassuringly as you leans onto his chest. "That should help ease the cramps."

You lean into him, panting heavily as your mind starts to clear. The tension from the day dissolves away, replaced by a sense of satisfaction.

"Thank you, Daddy," you murmur gratefully, your voice shaky yet sincere.

Nanami smiles gently, kissing your temple. "Anything for my little girl," he promises softly.

◈ GETO SUGURU

Your stepfather, Suguru, has always been distant but kind when necessary, and you knew that he will help you with this matter as well. He takes care of all your needs, giving you various stuffs to help you go through your periods. Despite your gratitude, the fact remains that he despises non-sorcerers.

“You should be grateful I take care of such filth. Monkeys are disgusting creatures", he says while rubbing your back gently.

"Sorry for being a burden..", you reply, your eyes getting teary once again.

His face softens slightly as he continues comforting you, trying to make sure you feel better despite his true thoughts about you,

“Don’t worry about being a burden. It’s my duty to take care of you too, after all. Now focus on feeling better, monkey.”

"S'top being mean...", you speak nuzzling your head against his chest.

Surprised by your sudden reaction, he quickly puts aside his arrogance and focuses entirely on relieving your pain. A smile forms on his lips, albeit reluctantly, as he pats your head gently, secretly enjoying the momentary affection. “I’m not being mean, child. Just stating the truth. But since you asked nicely, I’ll stop for now.”

You relax in his embrace, yet flinch occasionally when cramps pain you. Gently rubbing your lower abdomen in a circular motion, he asks, “Are you okay? This shouldn’t hurt this much.”

As he continues his ministrations, his hands accidentally brush against your clit, causing a shiver to run through your body, you bite your lip trying to stop an incoming moan. Noticing this, he hesitates for a second, but then decides to continue, figuring that it might provide some relief. “Just let me help you here…” he murmurs softly

Cautiously, he reaches down and begins removing your underwear, making sure not to aggravate your delicate area further. Once it's off, he gently massages your exposed bud.

“This should help ease your discomfort,” he whispers reassuringly, his fingers lingering on your most sensitive spots.

"P-please, your hands are getting dirty..", your hands moving to stop his. He chuckles dryly at your protest, his expression darkening slightly as he maintains his touch.

“Believe me, I’ve dealt with far worse than this. Now try to relax, monkey.” with that, he continues stroking you, occasionally brushing against your entrance as well.

You gasp softly, trying to contain your growing arousal. The contradiction between his harsh words and gentle touch creates a strange mix of emotions within you.

“Please, don't call me that," you plead, your voice barely audible.

He stops abruptly, his gaze hardening as he meets yours. “There’s nothing wrong with the truth. Now, monkey focus on breathing and letting go of this pain.”

Without warning, he slides two fingers inside you, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you. His eyes lock onto yours, watching your reactions intently as he starts moving them rhythmically.

“This might be uncomfortable at first, but it will help more than you think.”

Despite your embarrassment, the sensation is unlike anything you’ve experienced before. His skilled fingers create waves of pleasure mixed with pain. You squirm beneath his touch, unsure how to react to your conflicting emotions.

He watches your reactions carefully, his eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction. "Good girl. Relax and enjoy it. This will make you feel better."

His rhythmic thrusts start to increase, matching the intensity of your growing arousal. You can't help but moan softly, your body responding to his touch despite your reservations.

"That's right. Let it out," he encourages, his voice lowers into a growl, his eyes narrowing slightly as he feels your walls tighten around his digits.

“Feel free to make noise, monkey. You need this release” The deeper he plunges, the stronger your reactions become. Your breath hitches, and you can't help but wrap your legs around his wrist, pulling him closer.

He grins wickedly, twisting his fingers inside you ever so slightly as he continues thrusting. His fingers dance in a way that brings an unusual sense of ecstasy and discomfort simultaneously.

Despite his choice of words, there’s something strangely comforting about his dominance. You find yourself lost in the sensations, your protests fading away until all that remains is the rhythmic movement of his fingers and the occasional muffled moan escaping your lips.

Ignoring the sight of his fingers coated with your crimson fluid everytime he moves out of you, he intensifies his movements, focusing on your pleasure rather than the messiness. Despite his usual contempt, his interest seems to peak with every drop of blood coating his fingers.

“Such a good girl. Love you sweetheart.. Let it all out.” His deep voice echoes in your ears like a chant, urging you to give in to the sensations. As your climax draws near, his words resonate louder in your mind, guiding you towards the peak.

The orgasm hits you like a wave, overwhelming your senses as he skillfully drives you to the edge. Your body trembles beneath him, your nails digging into whatever they could find purchase in, and you cry out.

His expression turns feral as you reach your high, a hint of triumph glimmering in his eyes. When your orgasm subsides, he pulls his fingers out slowly, licking them clean.

Your eyes and mouth, both widen at his action.

"Still feeling pain?", he asks, his demeanor chaning back to normal.

You take deep breaths, trying to regain your composure. Despite the lingering discomfort, there's a newfound sense of warmth within you, thanks to his touch.

“N-no not anymore... Thank you, daddy”, you thank him, your hands reaching for his, attempting to intertwine your fingers with his..

His eyes meet yours, a flicker of surprise passing through them before he smirks. “Of course, my little monkey. After all, it's my responsibility to take care of you too, isn't?", He pinches your cheek, and you nod, tilting back your head to rest.

◈ RYOMEN SUKUNA

Ryomen enters the room, his usual stoic expression barely shifting as he takes in the sight of you, holding your stomach from the cramps. "Uraume," he growls, gesturing towards the you. "Assist her." Turning his gaze back to you, he studies you for a moment before speaking again. "Your monthly curse approaches, huh? I suppose it can't be helped. Uraume will help you with the pain. Stay still, and try not to-"

"P-please.. I need you", you protest, wanting to be comforted only by him.

"Hmm, I see" Sukuna raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised by the request. He slowly moves closer, examining your face before pulling you close to him gently.

With a sigh, he concedes. "Very well, your pleading is... entertaining. Lie down, and we shall see if I can ease your suffering."

He helps you onto the soft tatami mat, gently placing a pillow underneath your head. He reaches out to untie your obi, revealing your delicate undergarments. Carefully, he lifts them aside and lowers his head towards you then begins to lick and nibble at your flesh, blood droplets landing on his tonue.

"S-stop i-its dirty!", you protest, try to push his massive head away from your core.

He grins devilishly, his eyes gleaming in delight as he grasps your legs firmly with his two powerful arms. While his third hand expertly kneads your breast, his 'mouth' forms from the fourth one, closing over your nipple possessively. He sucks gently, causing your body to arch involuntarily.

"Hmph, you taste delicious. Just like ripe fruit..." He hums, his breath hitting your core. You feel yourself becoming flushed, his actions both embarrassing yet exhilarating. Despite your protests, you can't deny the pleasure coursing through you.

As his lips trace delicately across your skin, you begin to feel a warm sensation building within you. Your breathing becomes ragged, and your hips buck subconsciously. Slowly, his skilled hands and mouth bring you closer and closer to the edge. Finally, you let out a muffled cry, your release washing over you.

Once you've caught your breath, he pulls away, satisfaction radiating from his gaze. "There, much better. Your monthly pain curse should subside now." He smirks, wiping his mouth clean before standing up. "You may rest, dear. Remember, I am here to assist you whenever you need, even with such trivial matters."

With a final glance at your flushed face, Ryomen licks his lips slowly, his eyes lingering on your twitching body for just a moment longer. Then, to your astonishment, he leans in and presses his lips against your stomach.

"Goodnight, my dear." He says, disappearing into the shadows with a soft rustling of robes, leaving only the faintest.

◈ SHIU KONG

"Hey there, kiddo," he asks softly, setting down his cigarette on the table. "How are you feelin' today?" He knows your cycle started yesterday and he just wanna make sure you're alright. "Need anything from me? Want some ice cream?" he suggests with a crooked smile, trying to lighten the mood.

"N-NO", you nearly yell at him but soon realise you shouldn't have; your mood swings are getting the best of you.

"Alright, alright." He chuckles, raising his hands defensively. "I wasn't gonna force you to eat ice cream if you don't want to.. Just making an offer."

He stands up, crossing the room to sit next to you. His large hand gently rests on your shoulder. "Just let me know if you need anything, okay?" His eyes widen at the sudden appearance of tears, concern filling his face. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his chest.

"What's goin' on, huh? What's got you all upset?" He strokes your hair gently, trying to offer comfort. "You know you can tell me anything, right? I won't judge you."

The warmth of his embrace seeps into your bones, "Just cramps..", you reply, your voice slightly shaken by your emotions.

"Ah, that's rough," he says, nodding understandingly. "Let me grab you some painkillers, then. And maybe a heating pad to help ease those cramps."

As he gets up, he adds, "Try to relax, alright? We'll get through this together."

The way he says 'we' makes your heart skip a beat, but you push the thought away, focusing on the relief of his words.

"C-can you just stay here and", you pull his hand and direct it around your abdomen where it aches, "please massage it?"

Surprised, Shiu looks down at your hands, then back into your eyes. "Of course," he murmurs, resting one hand on your tummy and the other on your thigh. His fingers press gently, moving in slow circles. "Is this okay?"

His palm warms against your skin, alleviating some tension. You let out a shaky groan, giving in to his touch and allowing him to make you feel better.

He swallows hard, adjusting his grip, pressing deeper into your abdomen. The heat from his hand spreads, easing some of the pain.

"Better?" he whispers, concern etched onto his face. "Don't worry," he continues, glancing away nervously. "I've dealt with enough curse users in my career to handle a little cramping."

As his hands move rhythmically across your stomach, his eyes catch yours, lingering for just a moment too long. They try to ignore the electric charge between them.

"Yes..." you answer breathlessly, closing your eyes. "That feels good..." Your body responds to his touch, and you can't help but wish it would last forever.

Shiu shifts his patterns, from rubbing your abdomen to sliding through your shorts to rub against your clad clit. You are too absorbed in pleasure to notice his hand slipping through your shorts. When you come back to your senses, your eyes follow the movement of his hands.

"I said I'd help with the cramps, not..." he trails off, glancing away sheepishly. "Sorry, didn't mean to get carried away", tries to take his hands off you, when you stop him.

"N-no daddy, feels good", you speak timidly, not making eye contact with him.

He freezes for a second, his eyes widening. He chuckles, though it sounds shaky. "Guess you got a bit carried away too, huh?" With a smirk, he resumes his massage, adjusting his hand to provide more pressure to your clit. He leans closer, his free hand coming to cup your cheek.

"You alright?" he asks, concern coloring his voice. "This isn't making things worse, right?" You shake your head, still avoiding his glances. "Well, well," he chuckles, his fingers continuing their dance. "Seems like someone's enjoying this more than they should."

He rubs his thumb agains your lips. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna do anything you don't want. Just trying to make you feel better."

His touch grows bolder, his hand removing your shorts and panties to rub your clit bare. Your body flinches on direct contact.

His hand pauses, his eyes meeting yours. The look in his eyes is a mix of surprise and exhilaration. "Shall I continue?" he asks, concern filling his tone.

"Yes... yes please," you whisper, blushing furiously.

His eyebrows raise, but he nods slowly. "Okay, just let me know if it's too much, alr?" His fingers resume their movement, rubbing your swollen clit with renewed vigor. You moan softly, leaning into his touch.

He takes advantage of your vulnerability, his other hand sneaking under your shirt to caress your breast. His fingers brush against your nipple, and you gasp, arching into his touch. A shiver runs down your spine, your thighs parting naturally to accommodate his hand.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" he whispers, his hand moves downwards, exploring your stomach, hips, and thighs.

Then, you finally cry out, your legs trembling as an orgasm rips through you, more crimson fluid oozing from within you. Shiu freezes, his eyes wide, "Whoa, whoa, easy there, kiddo," he mutters.

He stops his ministrations, allowing you to recover from your climax. When you finally regain control, he lets out a quiet laugh. "Didn't expect that," he admits, shaking his head slightly. "But hey, if it feels good, then I guess I did a good job"

"Y-yes felt good.. T-thanks dad..", you admit swallowing hard.

"I'm glad, really," he replies, his hands returning to your stomach. His eyes finally meeting yours again.

"But you know," he says hesitantly. "If you ever need a hand... helping you out, you can count on me, right girl?" He smiles, cupping your jaw. "Just remember that."

◈ HIGURUMA HIROMI

Upon returning from work, Hiromi notices his little girl curled up in bed, clutching her abdomen in obvious discomfort. Immediately, concern fills his usually stoic expression. He gently approaches you and examines your face, trying to gauge the severity of your pain.

"Darling," he whispers softly, trying not to startle you. "Are you unwell?" His hand rests lightly on her forehead, feeling for any signs of fever.

You shift in your sleep whispering, "Period pain"

Hiromi's brow furrows with worry, realizing what might be causing your discomfort. He reaches out to grab a pillow and gently places it under your knees to ease the pressure on your lower abdomen.

"I'm so sorry," he says, tenderly. "Didn't expect this to happen today. Let me make you something warm and comforting to help ease the pain."

He stands up to leave for kitchen when you stop him by his hands. "P-please you don't need to do anything.."

He looks down at you, his heart aching for the discomfort you must be experiencing. He understands your desire to handle things independently, but as your stepdad, he feels responsible for taking care of you.

"No matter how grown-up you try to be," Hiromi says softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead, "You're still my little girl, and I want to help you feel better." He kneels beside the bed again and takes your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Tell me what will make you feel better"

"You..", you reply instantly and involuntarily.

Hiromi looks at you confused by your request," Me?"

Words stuck in your throat as you swallow hard while speaking again, "inside me.."

Hiromi's eyes widen slightly at your unexpected words. He releases a quiet breath, trying to process what you are asking of him. There's a moment where confusion lingers in his gaze before understanding dawns upon him.

"I... I understand," he says in a measured tone. "But are you sure about this?"

His fingers trace gentle circles on the back of your hand, offering both comfort and support. "It's alright if you're uncomfortable discussing it. We can find another way to help with the pain."

You speak again slowly, not meeting his gaze. "Please.."

Hiromi swallows hard, a mix of emotions churning in his chest. Surprise, worry, and protectiveness all coalesce into a single determination. He knows he can't force himself onto you, no matter how much he wants to ease your pain. But he also recognizes your need for comfort and relief.

"Alright," he agrees quietly, rising from the bed to move to the foot of it. "Let's get you more comfortable first."

With utmost gentleness, Hiromi eases you onto your back, making sure you're lying flat and secure on the bed. He removes your remaining clothing, ensuring you're comfortable throughout the process. Once you're settled, his fingertips brush against your skin, eliciting a shiver from you.

"Sorry," he murmurs, his voice barely audible. "Just trying to make you as comfortable as possible."

He prepares himself, taking off his garments and discarding them on the floor, "Ready?" he asks quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

A tremulous nod is your response, your eyes locked with his. Hiromi smiles softly, reaching for your legs. He spreads them apart gently, his touch tender yet purposeful.

"We'll take this slowly," he promises, his thumbs brushing the inside of your thighs. Your thighs shake slightly, but he stops immediately. "If at any moment you feel pain or discomfort, please tell me, okay?"

You give a small nod, and he continues, his fingers tracing along your inner thighs before eventually finding their way to your core. A nervous flutter courses through you, but he remains patient and gentle.

"Just relax," he instructs as he directs himself between your legs.

Hiromi enters you slowly, taking his time to allow your body to adjust to his presence. He moves with careful precision, each thrust deliberate and unhurried. A deep sense of tenderness fills him as he looks into your eyes, gauging your reaction. Your breath hitches with each movement, but there's no sign of distress.

"How are you doing?" he asks softly, his pace matching the rhythm of your breathing.

"Good..so good.. It's so deep and it's.. a-ah", you flinch at his sudden and rough thrust.

Hiromi winces slightly at your discomfort, stopping instantly. "I'm sorry, darling. I didn't mean to cause you pain." He pulls out slowly, his expression full of concern.

"No, it's fine..." you breathe out. "Don't stop..."

He studies your face for a moment, making sure you're truly okay. When he sees your nod, he begins again, moving slower than before.

As his movements continue, his shaft becomes coated with your menstrual blood. Despite the unusual circumstance, Hiromi pushes those thoughts aside and focuses solely on providing comfort and relief. Each stroke is filled with tender care, designed to bring warmth and pleasure rather than discomfort.

Your eyes close, your body arching ever so slightly with each thrust. The room is filled with nothing but the sounds of your soft moans and his steady breaths.

As the minutes pass, Hiromi can feel your body responding to his touch, the subtle changes telling him you're nearing your climax. His own heart races, feeling a strange mixture of pride and protectiveness. All he desires is to provide you with comfort and release.

"That's it," he whispers, his tempo increasing ever so slightly. "Let go, darling. Let the pleasure wash away your pain."

Suddenly, your body tenses, a wave of ecstasy washing over you. Hiromi matches your intensity, his own breath catching in his throat as he feels your muscles clench around him. With one final surge, he follows you over the edge, your bodies moving in perfect sync.

As your orgasm subsides, Hiromo collapses onto your chest, his heart pounding heavily against yours. He kisses your forehead softly, his breath ragged. "There you go," he murmurs.

"Thank you for trusting me," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "I hope this helped alleviate your pain."

You look up at him, a grateful smile gracing your lips. "Thank you, it does not pain anymore"

Smile washes over Hiromi's face as he realizes his actions have indeed brought you relief. He pulls out slowly, carefully cleaning up afterwards. Once done, he helps you get cleaned and comfortable, tucking you in tightly.

Hiromi wraps you in his arms, feeling your gratitude like a soothing balm on his soul. He holds you close, stroking your hair gently as you snuggle against his chest. The silence between you speaks volumes about the bond shared - one of love, protection, and unspoken understanding.

"Get some rest now," he says softly, his voice lulling you further into relaxation.

◈ CHOSO KAMO

As a stepfather, Choso is there for you in times of need. Right now, you're going through your period, and he's ready to help take care of you. He's not bold or confident, but he knows how important it is to support you during this time.

Being a curse, Choso is indeed curious about the human body. As he helps you with your period, he finds himself fascinated by your menstrual cycle. He wants to comfort you and learn more about this natural process, taking care of you while gently studying your body.

Gently, Choso holds you close as you lay on his thighs, the cramps making you hiss occasionally. His fingers lightly trace circles over your stomach, attempting to provide comfort as he absorbs the rhythm of your pain. The unfamiliar feeling of caring for someone heals a part of him, even though it's something as simple as relieving period cramps.

"Are you okay?" Choso whispers softly, concern lacing his voice. "I've never experienced something like this before... I want to help, but I'm not sure what to do." He continues stroking your stomach, trying to find some relief for you and hoping his touch brings comfort amidst the discomfort.

You force a smile, saying you're fine, but Choso can tell you're not. Your words don't match the tension in your body. He carefully moves closer, placing his hands between your legs, gently caressing your stomach in a slow, soothing motion.

"May I try massaging your lower abdomen?," he suggests, cautiously approaching your abdomen. His fingers are warm and soft, hesitating slightly as he seeks your permission. "It might help with the cramps," he adds, his dark purple eyes filled with concern. He's never done this before, but he wants to help you feel better. He's always been interested in human bodies and their functions, but now he's learning more intimately.

Reluctantly, you nod, allowing Choso to continue massaging your lower abdomen. His fingers move slowly, tracing gentle patterns that might bring you some relief. As he works his fingers, you instinctively start grinding against his hand, seeking more friction to ease your discomfort. Choso notices this, but doesn't stop.

As his fingers reach closer to your core, you let out soft moans that he interprets as pleasure rather than pain. He sees how much you enjoy it, and decides to use his other hand too, cupping your hip to guide you into proper position. He studies your reactions, understanding that the sensation seems to bring you relief. The curves of your hips and the heat of your body under his hands make him feel both excited and responsible for your well-being.

"Is this helping?" he asks, his voice low and husky, portraying a hint of excitement. "I'm not sure if I'm doing this right, but I think it might be working." He watches your movements closely, guided by your responses. Every moan, every small sound of pleasure fuels his curiosity and makes him wonder how else he could make you feel good.

Despite his confusion and innocence, Choso can't ignore the growing attraction between you both. His cock starts to stiffen, pressing against his clothes. He groans softly trying to hide his arousal but you soon turn your head to reveal his massive bulge pressing against your head.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, embarrassed by his reaction. "This wasn't supposed to happen..." He's unsure how to handle the situation, partially aroused and partially concerned for you. "Should we stop?"

"P-please, let me grind against it", with a mix of surprise and nervousness, you beg him to let you grind against his erection. Choso's heart races; this isn't what he expected. Reluctantly, he places your head on the pillow, positions himself between your legs and undoes your pants, revealing your bloodied and swollen pussy. His eyes widen, he has never seen something like this.

He pulls out his own hard cock making sure he does everything to make you feel better. Carefully, he guides the head of his cock to your throbbing clit, rubbing it back and forth in small motions. Your contractions push your wet folds onto the tip of his shaft, leaving a trail of blood. Choso can't help but groan, feeling the warmth and wet folds rubbing against his member.

Choso looks into your eyes, seeking consent or dismissal. What he sees is desire, and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

Swallowing hard, he feels a strange mixture of arousal and responsibility. Choso's pace increases as both of you moan heavily. He keeps rubbing his cock against your clit, feeling your wetness increase with each thrust.

Soon, you climax, shaking in his grasp, and he can't hold back anymore. Aching to release his own tension, Choso spills his cum onto your belly, still rubbing his cock against your clit. The warmth of your body and the sight of his seed spreading over your skin overwhelm him. "I'm—I'm sorry," he mumbles, pulling away. "That wasn-"

You interrupt him with "T-thank you.."

Choso's face turns bright red, but he can't deny the gratitude in your voice. Confusion clouds his mind, but he appreciates your Thank you.

"Y-you're welcome..." He stammers, trying to catch his breath. Despite everything, he feels satisfied knowing he brought pleasure to you. "Do you feel better now?"

"Y-yes so much", you admit.

After a moment, Choso kisses your cheeks gently, surprised at how soft and warm they feel. He stands up, helping you to your feet as well. "Let's clean up," he says quietly, guiding you towards the bathroom.

dividers from @/cafekitsune

[huntersmoon1]

MAGI:THE LABYRINTH OF MAGIC X LOVE AND DEEPSPACE CROSSOVER IMAGINE IDEA!

The lads men meet their genderbent counterparts who are in a similar situation to Alibaba’s mom only none of them get sick and die.

(Edited: reworked the kids ages.)

(Edited again cuz they made I pic for Xavier and Rafayel too!)

Ok I just saw this great fan art right after watching the episode of Magi:The labyrinth of magic where it explains Alibaba’s past and about how his mother caught the eye of the king and they had an affair,she leaves and becomes a prostitute,gets sick and dies,all that. And that gave me a request idea.

If you wanna write this for me please hit me up. 🙏

I can’t write I just come up with the outline, the blueprint if you will.

This is the fan art the artists twitter is linked click on the picture to go to the page.

•So what if Sylus,Zayne,Rafayel,and Xavier meet their genderbent counterparts in the world of Magi that are in a similar situation in the way that they are prostatutes in the slums in order to survive like Alibabas mom only none of them get sick and die like Alibabas mom did.

You know the three princesses of the brothel in apothecary dairies? Well think of them in that way in the sense that they are the most beautiful and desired, well known prostitutes but not in a brothel and are instead in the slums of balbad. Even if they can’t dress luxuriously they are still the most beautiful. And instead of three there’s five,Sylys,Zayne,Rafayel,Xavier,and Mc.

Most of them will be disowned by their families for getting pregnant out of wedlock since that was VERY frowned upon way back then.

•They know MCs counterpart but she’s not genderbent and is instead a sister figure to them and an aunt to their children.

She is also a prostitute,they found her in the slums wandering around with amnesia when she was (they guessed) 17 years old and soon found out she was pregnant,

they tried to talk her out of becoming a prostitute but knew it was likely her only shot at surviving given the state Balbad had been in since the former king died and his short pudgy son took the throne,

eventually they gave in and showed her the ropes and how to work this job without getting hurt by customers or getting sick from them, how to spot the good,healthy,and rich customers, and how to send away the ones that are trouble or could get her or her kid sick,they helped her when she first arrived.

Mc has one 4 year old and one on the way.

•They all live together or very close by each other. Sylus’s counterpart knows Luke and Kieran,they are genderbent and they were her handmaids.

•Sylus’s counterpart has a 9 year old daughter who looks like her dead lover,a 2 year old daughter who looks like her, and has one more on the way.

She was a high class noble lady and fell in love with a soldier and got pregnant but he died before they could get married so her family disowned her and his family blamed her for his death and chased her away.

She took what little money her family gave her and left for the slums and became a prostitute since no one wanted to hire a ruined woman for any other job.

Her loyal handmaids who are Luke and Kieran’s female counterparts went with her,whether or not they became prostitutes too is up to you but they are her assistants and big sister figures to her daughters.

Her daughter can’t learn as fast as the other kids and has trouble learning and understanding certain things like for example math,or learning and memorising the rules to a new game, due to developmental delays caused by her mother not being able to get enough nutrition while she was pregnant with her since she lives in the slums as well as being born too soon.

She makes enough money so she and her children don’t starve now since she’s more well known by the noble class and not just the men in the slums.

•Zayne counterpart has twins,a girl and a boy. They are none identical but they both look like their mother.

She was a middle class lady, daughter of two doctors,Her husband was a kind medicine peddler, he died after being attacked by bandits not long after her twins were born since he couldn’t get the required medical treatment in time.

Her twins are 6 years old and were born in a land where there was plenty of food to eat so they came out normal and not early.

Their mother came to Balbad with them after she heard their were many sick people there that needed help and didn’t have anyone to leave them with,

She thought she’d be able to make enough to get by without having to charge the poor people by treating rich nobles,

but she didn’t know just how bad Balbads money troubles were so she ended up poor too and moved to the slums since she could no longer afford their living arrangements in the middle class.

She makes a little money as a doctor in various classes of the hierarchy but most of her money comes from prostitution since men of all walks come for her services.

•Rafayels counterpart has one 5 year old girl and a newborn son.

She fell in love with a rich man and he got her pregnant, he said he’d come back for her but he never did and she found him courting another woman,he abandoned her.

She was in the middle class, the daughter of an art dealing merchant, but she didn’t have the funds to support herself and a child, and her family cut her off and disowned her for getting pregnant out of wedlock,

so she sold her house and went to the slums so she’d have a decent amount of money for a while but eventually she had to find a way to make ends meet and since jobs aren’t offered to people in the slums very often she turned to prostitution since that’s the only profesión from the slums the nobles and middle class will pay decently not well but decent. She’s pretty well known by the nobles.

•Xavier’s counterpart has one 3 year old son.

She was a middle class noble lady who fell in love with a soldier and as soon as he found out she was pregnant he kicked her to the curb and when her family found out she was pregnant out of wedlock they disowned her so she moved to the slums with enough money she saved to get by for a while and be able to get enough to eat from the middle class so she would have a healthy full term baby.

But after her son was born eventually that money ran out and she turn to prostitution since no one in the middle or upper class would give someone from the slums a job unless it’s a prostitute looking for clients. She’s pretty well known among the nobles.

[namelessscenarios]

The Pond

Warnings: none

A/n: I have the kids name in this just to make it a little easier to keep track of them bolded Him/He means the s/o of the story

The sun is warm against my back as I lay out by the pond, listening to the fronts and birds. The 3 youngest yell and play on the near by play set while the two oldest boys fish off the small dock. I open my eyes when I feel someone tap my shoulder. I look up to see Him holding out some sunscreen.

“Could you help me with my back?”

I smile and nod, moving to sit up I take the sunscreen from him. He lays down on the towel he laid out next to mine and I start to massage the sunscreen into his back and shoulders. He lets out a sort of sigh and I lean down and kiss his shoulder gently. I look up when I hear squealing laughter, to see the twins running over.

“Can we have snacks soon?”

I glance down at my phone and see how late in the day it is.

“How about daddy and I go make some lunch and we can have a picnic?”

They shout excitedly and run back to the play set. I stand ip and slip the white sundress over my swimsuit before turning and helping Him up. We make our way into the house to make lunch, we can see the twins chasing after Atlas from the kitchen window. I feel Him run his hands across my back, He turns me around and presses me gently against the counter. I smile at him and lean up to kiss him, but just as the kiss starts to get more heated the girls burst into the kitchen.

“Why does mommy get to sit on the table but we can’t?”

I burst out laughing but ignore the that question, not knowing how to explain it to them. I hop off the counter carefully.

“What do you need girls?”

“Can we help with lunch?”

I glance out the window to see the older boys teaching Atlas how to fish.

“Of course you can help’”

I hand Ivory a blanket and give Ebony a small plate of cookies. I smile as they run back out to the pond, finding a spot near the boys to set up the picnic. I grab the plate with all the sandwiches and He grabs the paper plates and napkins and we head back out towards where the girls are now chasing each other around the blanket.

We both set down our things and sit down on the blanket, He wraps his arm around me and I curl into His side. The nice quiet moment doesn’t last long, the boys come rushing over excitedly as the girls scream at them. I’m confused on why there screaming until I see Atlas is holding a little blue gill.

“Mom! Mom! Look! I caught a super big fish!”

The fish is no bigger than my hand but I would never ruin the moment for him.

“Oh my, you did such a good job my love. Did you catch it all on your own?”

He nods happily as he poses for the picture his father is taking of him.

“Why don’t you and your brothers have your dad show you how to release the fish safely.”

Atlas smiles and tugs his father’s hand, He looks back at me and smiles, I smile back and laugh out on the blanket until I feel a small weight climb on top of me.

“Mommy?”

“Yes bunny?”

“Can we have some lemonade?”

I nod and pour a little into a cup for each of them. As I sip from my own, Ebony stands and puts her hands on her hips.

“I want to push them in.”

I grin at her

“I’ll get daddy you girls get your brothers.”

They giggle as we sneak up behind them. The girls get to their brothers first, pushing in Anthony and Sylis first then they both push in Atlas. I try to get Him in but he knew I was coming and doesn’t budge. He wraps his arms around me and picks me up to throw me in, I kick and yell while laughing but he still holds on. He pulls me back a little before trying to throw me in but at the last second I grab His wrist pulling Him in with me.

When I come up to the surface the kids are laughing and playing in the shallow water. He finally surfaces, coughing a little and starts laughing, so I splash water at Him.

“Now I have to change you jerk!”

He glances down.

“I don’t see a problem with what you have on now.”

I look down at the now see through white sundress I have on and splash him again.

“You’re so lucky I had a swimsuit on underneath this!”

“You mean unlucky.”

I stick my tongue out at him and make my way to dry land.

“Anthony? I need to change are you ok watching the kids?”

He gives me a thumbs up and I make my way into the house. I shut the door to my room behind me and pull the wet sundress over my head and scan the small closet for something to wear. When I bend over a little I hear a soft whistle before I feel His hands on my waist. I slap his hands away gently.

“No way mister, I’ve got things to do.”

“Oh really? Like what?”

I try to think of something but I really don’t have anything to do today.

“Exactly.”

He wraps his arms around my waist again and pulls me to him, the only thing between us is our swimsuits. He kisses my jaw and neck softly.

“The kids…”

He shushes me and continues to kiss down my neck. He slips the strap of my swimsuit down my shoulder as He starts kissing down to my chest. Just as his hands start to roam towards the clasp of my top there’s a knock on the door and I quickly pull away and slip on the light blue sundress hung up near by. I turn and glare at Him but start laughing when He gives me an innocent shrug and smile.

I shake my head and open the door to see Ebony holding a snake, smiling proudly up at me.

“Ebony! Not in the house!”

I try to sound upset but I’m laughing at how she’s petting it like a puppy.

“If you don’t bring it back outside Mouse is going to eat it.”

At the sound of his name our 6 month old kangle puppy comes bounding down the hall sniffling at Ebony’s hands. Soon after I hear the pitter patter of little paws as Bear, our three year old corgi, follows after Mouse. Ebony giggles as mouse sniffs at her face and hands, finally finding the snake and just like I said he tries to bite it.

“Mouse no!”

Ebony quickly pulls her hand back and runs outside, both dogs not far behind. I make my way out to the kitchen and watch as both girls now run with the dogs around the yard. I feel his arms wrap around my waist again, and I lean back against him as we watch our kids.

“We did good.”

“Obviously, they’re my kids so we knew they were going to be perfect.”

I laugh and lean further into him and enjoying our moment watching the life we made for ourselves.

[farfarawaygirl]

I just really need Sylie to hold Matt once they’re officially together. That boy is so touch starved and he deserves all the cuddles.

Them laying on the couch with his head on her chest while they watch a comfort movie of his and she’s softly playing with his hair.

Okay, now I have to talk about all my headcannons surrounding physical touch for them, because this ask is too too too lovely.

Sylvie loves hand holding, she is always finding Matt’s hand. At Molly’s, eating dinner, driving in the car, watching tv, when they’re talking things through

Matt is the little spoon

Matt really wants to braid Amelia’s hair after she asks him to when they have her for the weekend, Mackey, Kidd and Stella give him a full low down on braiding. When Sylvie is pregnant with their first, and it hurts her back to braid her own hair, Matt does it

Matt seems to be obsessed with her left arm, and when Sylvie figures out it is because she broke it during the Arnow fire, she draws a little heart on the inside of her arm. Matt finds it, because of course he does, and he gets his first tattoo, a heart drawn by Sylvie on his left inner forearm

Matt gets his best sleeps when he rests his head on Sylvie, she always soothes his brow, and kisses his temple

Sylvie finds the spot behind his right ear that always makes him smile, she kisses it whenever he comes back to her after after a fire

Sylvie loves when his facial hair grows out just a little bit, just so she feels the friction

Matt is absolutely obsessed with the little mole above her lip. He dreams about it. He loves kissing it. He loves her.

Whenever Sylvie slips up behind him, her hand slides across his chest to rest over his heart, because she always feels more grounded when she can feel his heartbeat

He only watches HGTV if Sylvie curls right up with him, tucks her face into his neck and makes puppy dogs eyes up at him

Sylvie joins him on job sites, because she can use tools, and she has a great eye, they often judge the others work and the winner gets a massage when they get home

Matt makes a point of touching her knee, her shoulder, her back, her arm, every time he brushes past her

Neither of them have ever felt so physically free, and accepted, as they do with each other.

[tormentingblues]

a really bad eating disorder april fools prank :)

so um, it’s april fools and the finnish eating disorder association (SyLi) made a very very triggering and disturbing post. which they have now deleted and apologized for AND deleted the apology. i wont put the original instagram post here just because i know it’ll be just skekwlslapsos for you.

but so:

SyLi decided to do a prank which they posted on their official instagram. yall know that i joke about my experiences with ed but SyLi is an actual ed association and i am just me making fun of me. they decided it was a good idea to post a pic saying they have launced new SyLi products which were

a scale.

a fucking measuring tape!!!

so obviously we all know that those are the two most triggering physical things that at leas i avoid during recovery. i will translate the post on a reblog. it only makes this worse, for they were just bluntly laughing at the struggles we go though. that their clients and audience go through. the struggles they are supposed to help with.

the comments were, obviously, full of hurt people, triggered anas, people trying to recover and so on. so SyLi took it down saying basically they ”sorry, didn’t realize how much damage it did”. they should, they are working with eds all the time. they know what this may do. and all of you know how messed up shit that was. its all laughs and giggles when for example i am saying jokes about my struggle with this because i am not saying haha look at the scale you recovering piece of shit. and i am not a goddamn ed association!!!

the problem is that. but the problem is alsto that for example my own dad laughed at it saying how funny it was because it’s edgy. but like, come on, there is a difference between edgy and harmful. i tried explaining how much damage that one post could’ve had on a recovering me or sick me but he was just like edgy=fun.

this is just 🧚🏻‍♂️✨🌈amazing🌈✨🧚🏻‍♂️

great job SyLi

[ruritto]

so like ya know how our lovable skirt-chaser will immediately join your class if you play as f!Byleth. it hurts me but the deeper and deeper i get into the sylvix ship i just imagine felix being upset over the fact that Sylvy just left him like that for some pretty professor. and Felix just avoids Syly any chance he can get i’m— like i can’t help feeling bad for separating the two after seeing their supports;;;

*sweats nervsouly* squints at wip fic

Haha funny you mention that

Seriously tho, I will never get over the fact that Sylvain just casually joins your class if you're FByleth. It does kinda imply that early on it's just a class, it's totally something he should be able to do. But it's still a betrayal. Like not only the whole childhood friends thing, theres also the politics of it all though I doubt Sylvain thought of those when he transferred.

This is why, because Ive seen DimiFelix pair end, I dont think I'll ever be able to recruit Felix in my other route runs.

Anyway I 1000% have Felix trying to murder Sylvain with a training sword because he is a dumb who makes dumb decisions and cause Felix is jealous. :)))

[fl3sh34t3r]

"Ah...Sylie...hmmhm. Thank you."

*Enidan observed their tails for a moment before looking back at them as she hummed in thought for a moment...before then speaking*

"Giving advice is not quite my thing but...if you ever manage to see her- if you haven't already...it's quite better for you and her to have a talk, hon. And apologize to her if you haven't as well...after all, she has a right to be upset at you."

"...and remember, she may not forgive you immediately and that's alright. Sometimes, people need time to process their emotions...just, make sure to give her time, dear. Or else, there could be more...unwanted situations going on with her if you don't."

*Enidan spoke with a more serious yet gentle tone as it gave this advice to Mossle. She was looking at them directly in the eyes while telling them this before then glancing away for a moment at the last part...before then looking back at them, leaning against the table a bit as she then hummed a bit after she was finished.*

[WOE, GOD PERSONA REDESIGN BE UPON YE - Em]

[Also, hey oomfie :> -Em]

*In the darkness of Enidan's level, two pairs of blank white eyes are visible, followed by a soft chattering noise that seems to sound like a fox.*

*A light soon flickers to life, and a vague humanoid is standing under a bright light giving them an almost ethereal glow. They seem to be some kind of hybrid, having fox ears and four tails, raven-like wings, and silver caribou antlers.*

~ @throughoutuniverseswego

(Ooc : AAAAAAAKDNDJDDSK also hiihihihi !!! :3:3:33)

"...what the- gnrhg-!"

*Enidan didn't expect the sudden light, however when it happened, she immediately went to cover her eyes with her arm, unprepared for the sudden shining light that hit its eyes during the dark.*

*They weren't exactly happy with the sudden visitor, nor to be hit with such a bright light that hurts its eyes- but when the light started to lower, she uncovered her eyes as it gave a glare to the unknown individual in front of it before speaking*

"Who are you."

(Ooc: btw,,,Enidan's eyes do get quite hurt when getting suddenly flashed with a bright light- usually depending on how bright is- :b

this is why she instantly kills u if u use a flash her with a flash beacon btw- you're actually harming it unlike with the other items where they just think you're more of a nuisance instead lol,,,

she would die seeing the light of the sun /j)

[taskunukkumatti]

10-20? 👀

10. What is something (or someone) you’re in love with?

 - Gintama anime and cars :D 

11. Describe the memory of the last time you felt true happiness.

- being with my bestfriends

12. Name a song that makes you feel ethereal.

- ehkä Behm - hei rakas tai youngblood - hetkeksi :)

13. What’s your ideal summer aesthetic?

- just warm and being around people I love, warm lakeside areas, järvenrannal pusuttelu/halailu :3 

14. Talk about one of your most cherished childhood memories.

- varmaan se kun ajoin autoo mun faijan sylis ja sit se teki kässärikäännöksii jäällä (ehkä myös eka muisto autoista tbh) 

15. Talk about something exciting or good that happened to you this year.

-I was invited to a friends housewarming and met some new friends!! :3 

16. Where do you feel most at home?

- ehkä täl hetkel ihan vaan omas kämpäs ku oon vaan ihan hukas overall :C 

17. What is something you own that is important to you? What makes it so important?  

tää on hauska kysymys kun kiinnyn tosi paljos mun kaikkiin esineisiin ja asioihin ku tavallaan pidän jokasta asiaa tärkeenä mitä mul on :’D mut on tavallaa pienestä pitäen opetettu siihen et tavaroilla arvo ni mulle on vähän juurtunu semmone tietynlaine arvostus kaikkia asioita kohtaan :’ D 

18. Do you believe dreams have meanings or are they completely random?

- tavallaan joo mut sit myös se et monesti unet syntyy siitä mitä toivoo illal et tapahtuis niiku itte aina mietin mist haluun nähä unta ja sit meen nukkuu.. mut niis on ain semmone alitajuntainen vaikutus I guess.. 

19. Do you believe in love at first sight?

- En ehkä ihan rakkauteen mutta enemmänki ihastukseen ja siihen et niiku ihmiseen voi ihastuu ja sit alkaa kiinnostuu ensisilmäyksellä (joo mulle on käyny niin mut rakkaus on semmone mikä kehittyy ja kasvaa vaan niiku yhdessä olon kanssa tai juttelun myötä.. 

20.What’s the sweetest thing someone has done for you?

- Mun eksä teki mulle joskus origami tähtiä niin monta kuin monta kuukautta oltiin oltu yhdessä ja se oli jotenkin tosi sweet ja sitten ohessa oli myös tietynlainen rakkauskirje C:

kiitos kyssäreistä

[fangzeronos]

Fires and Starlight Ch. 4

Shallura/Kacxa/Punk

Krolia watched as the Lions flew off, sighing as she set the knife in her belt. She walked back into the cave and walked over to the wall, pulling the other Blades’ knives out of the wall, laying them on a ripped piece of curtain.

 “You know that’s useless,” she heard. Krolia let her eyes drift over to Kolivan who was stoking a fire. “It’s useless to gather those Blades. They’ll never react for anyone again.”

 “So?” Krolia asked. “Just because they won’t react to their owners, does not mean we cannot make a grave for each of our friends, Kolivan. Our fallen Brothers. We can’t let their deaths be plaques on a madman’s wall.”

 Kolivan fell silent. He stared into the fire and added a few more small planks, sighing softly. “We thought you two were dead,” he said. “We searched the area the Castle was last seen for a phoeb, hoping to find something. When we didn’t…we declared you and Keith dead, hung a memorial for the both of you in the base. Sylis, he spoke highly of Keith. Said he was one of the best partners on any mission he’d ever had. Everyone…everyone spoke of you like you were a god, Krolia. Their deaths…I heard several saying “Krolia, watch for us in the Spirit’s embrace” as they died. I can’t…imagine what they thought when you didn’t greet them.”

 Krolia sighed softly, picking up Sylis’ knife and sitting beside Kolivan, staring into the fire. “Kolivan…I am sorry. We didn’t expect to be sent three deca-phoebes into the future. When the rifts closed, we thought it was all normal until Acxa—”

 “Pah. The general of Lotor’s? That little girl has no business helping the Coalition. She deserves to die like the rest of the Empire,” Kolivan said, shaking his head.

 “She saved our lives on Zethrid’s ship, Kolivan. She and Keith…are the best damn partners I’ve ever seen since you and I were—” Krolia stopped, her hands clenched. “You can’t get your disdain and hatred for the Empire unclouded from your eyes, old friend. Acxa is one of the few people in this Universe I would still trust.”

 “Who were the rest?” Kolivan asked.

 “Sylis, Kess, Aliu, Prita, Thace, Ulaz, Antok, Vekt, Wiju, Haik. My brothers in arms in the Blades, Kolivan. And you,” Krolia said. “Or did you forget the two hundred deca-phoebes we spent together when you trained me to be a Blade?” She put her hand on Kolivan’s arm, sighing softly. “Kolivan. We’re all that’s left. You, me, Keith. We have to bring the Blades back.”

 “How?” Kolivan asked.

 “The same way we started them,” she said. “Together. These knives will react for others. It’s happened in the past. Our brothers and sisters’ legacies will live on, but…they can’t without our help.” She turned and moved her hand, putting it on Kolivan’s cheek. “Please. I can’t…I can’t do this without you, Kolivan.”

 Kolivan sighed softly. He knew Krolia was right, but after the last three deca-phoebes he wasn’t sure he’d be an effective leader anymore. “Can we even do this, Krolia?” he asked. “Find the men and women that can fill our ranks again and help stop the Empire? It’s in shambles after Lotor’s disappearance.”

 “We can, Kolivan,” Krolia whispered. “We have to. The Paladins need our strength.” Standing up, she walked back over to the wall and continued pulling the blades out and wrapping them. “So many fallen brothers and sisters. We will make sure your legacies live on.”

 Over the next months, with recruiting new members into the Blades, Krolia and Kolivan made their way to Earth, seeing Sendak’s ship fall from the atmosphere. Making her way into the hospital when she found out from Commander Holt where her son was, Krolia walked in like she owned the place, nobody daring to mess with the clearly worried and angry pair coming through the halls.

 Sitting on the edge of Keith’s bed and taking her son’s hand, Kolivan moved and sat against the window. “Wake up,” Krolia whispered, rubbing Keith’s hand. “You’re not allowed to die yet, you hear me? You’ve got a life to live, Keith. You don’t get to leave me yet.”

 Kolivan smiled softly, reaching over and taking Krolia’s hand and squeezing softly. “He’ll be fine, my dear,” he said. “He’s stubborn like his mother is.”

 Krolia smiled softly, squeezing Kolivan’s hand back and nodded. “That is a quiznaking fact,” she said. “And he’s hardheaded like Texas was. And like you.”

Standing up, Kolivan walked over and wrapped his arm around Krolia’s shoulders, kissing her head. “He wouldn’t be one of our top Blades if he wasn’t hardheaded. He’s more determination in one hand then most of our Blades do in their entire body. I’m glad he’s alright. For a while, it felt like Keith was the closest thing I had to a son.”

 “And now he is your son,” Krolia said with a gentle smile, leaning up and kissing Kolivan softly. “Which is something we’ll have to discuss with him.”

 Kolivan smiled against Krolia’s lips. “In time, my dear. In time,” he said. “For now, let him rest and wake on his own. He’s had a long fight, and a war like that has earned him some well-deserved rest.”

 The two senior members of the Blades knew that in time, Keith would wake and be surprised by their presence, and Krolia was determined to sit and wait for the day her son’s eyes opened, something she enjoyed immensely when he was a baby. She moved and set his knife on the bedside table, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on Keith’s forehead.

 “You’ve done well,” she whispered. “I’m so proud of you.”

[sylibane]

AUtober Day 11: Animal-Based

Prompt from @autober

Alan Wake/Control daemon AU. I spent way too long on this. Details under the cut:

Alan - great horned owl. Just used his canon animal motif.

Odin and Tor - raven and goat respectively. Based on their mythological namesakes, with Odin having raven servants and Thor's chariot pulled by goats, and I felt an aggressive, grumpy goat really fit Tor.

Alice - Eurasian skylark. Larks are associated with the dawn, love, and beauty. (I was stuck on Alice the most and also considered snowy owl and hummingbird for her before settling on lark.)

Jesse - American kestrel. Thought a small but predatory bird fit her vibe, especially with the orange and blue color scheme.

Darling - burrowing owl. I thought it really fit his dorky mad scientist vibe and also wanted him to have an owl to parallel Alan's.

Trench - German Shepherd. Wanted something that would seem businesslike and intimidating and also for both him and Casey to have canine daemons.

Casey - husky for the real one and wolf for the fictional/Dark Place one. Again thought a big working dog fit the vibe, while Alan probably gave the fake Casey a wolf instead to seem cooler. Plus there's already some wolf imagery tied with the Dark Place.

Saga - deer. Again just went for her canon animal motif.

[afterstan67]

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Sylis Anderson has never been one to make mistakes. Being graced on the cover of GQ's most eligible bachelor's magazines wasn't from being a gambler. Daisy Mason, however, is another thing altogether. She's always been out of his league and a glutton for punishment. Even at the ripe age of nineteen, she may be fair game, but deciding to take a bite may drown him in the hell he's worked so hard to stray from.

[liesfromalover]

Crossed (M)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Word count: 12k

Present day.

Staring at your reflection in the floor length mirror, you critically took in your features. Eyes perfectly lined and tinted a light purple to match the flowers in the crown that was adorned over your long wavy hair. Your small waist was nicely accented by the drop waist corset dress, the bodice covered in a delicate lace that flowed down onto the skirt of tulle which flowed out in full to your ankles. The entire dress was a milky ivory that seemed to glow against your skin. The day was filled with sounds of happiness and joy, children laughing and playing, people were chatting amongst themselves, congratulating the families of the bride and the groom. Your family. It was your wedding day after all.

You looked at your best friend, Dohee, who seemed to be busying herself with her own less intricate crown. She was your bridesmaid and when your eyes met in the mirror, she sent a small smile. You returned it then looked down at your bag, noticing the long abandoned crossword puzzle. You used to do them every morning, especially after you became friends with a certain chestnut haired boy with warm brown eyes. His bright rectangle smile no longer burned in your memory as the last time you spoke with him continuously replays in your mind, an endless loop of heartache and betrayal.

Dohee walked over and slid your fingerless white lace gloves into your hand, giving it a gently squeezed. “Are you sure you can do this?” Her voice was low and she gave you a wary look.

You took a shaky breath as you pulled the gloves on meticulously. “I have to Doe, we can’t hold it off much longer.” Your hand instinctively went to your stomach and you tried to calm the tears forming in your eyes. You were 7 weeks pregnant and you weren’t sure if the father was your best friend or the man you were going to marry. Dohee placed her hand over yours gently. You eyes met her’s once again and she nodded slowly. You clenched your jaw then fell to your knees, sobbing softly. “What if this is a mistake?”

“Who do you love?”

“Yoongi.” You blinked slowly then shook your head slowly. “I love Taehyung too.”

She took a deep breath and rubbed your back soothingly. “Well, you obviously love Yoongi more, he came out first. Marry him. Taehyung will forgive you eventually.”

“Doe. What if this is his child?”

Her eyes widened and she looked at you then looked down. “Then you would have to tell them both. But for now, you wait until next week to get the blood test to figure it out. If it's not Yoongi then you know it's Tae’s but Yoongi will understand and still love both you and your child.”

You nodded and grabbed the tissue, gently dabbing at your eyes and smiling sadly. “Can you help me fix my makeup?”

“Of course. What are best friends for?”

Two years earlier.

Walking through the serene park you admired the way spring made everything seem so alive after the brutal winter. There were no traces of snow anywhere and everything was in bloom. You picked the most beautiful flowers you could find and sat under a wide oak tree, it's branches protecting you from the blinding rays of the sun as you skillfully wove your flowers together into a crown. Once you were satisfied you placed it on your loose wavy hair, loving the way it fit perfectly.

Across from you was a pond and the ducks were floating along, their little ducklings close behind. You pulled your knees to your chest and stared in wonder at all or nature. The birds singing in the trees, the little turtles that poked their curious heads out of the water only to quickly duck them back under, the deep croaking of a frog somewhere your eyes couldn’t see. You smiled brightly and reached in your shoulder bag, pulling out a book and pencil, deciding now would be a good time to start your crossword of the day.

You never understood why but you liked doing crossword puzzles. You enjoyed learning new things and testing just how much knowledge you truly had. You weren’t the greatest, in fact you often had to look up some answers, writing them down in a little notebook of things you’ve learnt. It gave you the same sort of wonder that nature did. Even the harsh storms and severe winters still amazed you, although you much rather enjoy the warm sunshine and cool breezes of spring, you did go out and play in the snow as long as you could be with your friends.

Completely engrossed in the puzzle as you try to remember how many moons Saturn has, 62, you notice someone sitting down near you. You blink and look at the boy, taking in a sharp breath as you notice his sun-kissed skin and wavy chestnut hair. His facial profile was impeccable and he seemed to be enjoying laying in the shade as if it were the first time in hours. His defined nose seemed to be tinged with the promise of sunburn but his lips were spread in a wide smile. He turned and looked at you, eyes widening in shock then relaxing back into a bright smile.

You blinked slowly and smiled back brightly, noticing how he also had a shoulder bag on you tilted your head towards it. “What’s your poison?” He looked at you confused and you held up your crossword book.

“Ahh, I’m a photographer.” His voice was a sweet baritone and it warmed your heart to listen to it. “Why are you here by yourself?” You looked at the boy with his genuinely curious eyes and scrunched your nose up, giggling.

He raised his eyebrow at you then laughed softly. “I came out here because it's nice. I don’t really have someone to come to just enjoy nature with.” Your voice was soft and happy.

“Well, what if I came with you next time? Whenever you want.” He smiled brightly and rolled over onto his belly, reaching his hand out to you until it was almost touching your bare thigh. “My name is Taehyung.”

You smiled and took his large soft hand into your own, shaking it once. “____. It's nice to meet you.”

His eyes brightened and you saw something swim in them, it was so beautiful that your breath caught in your throat. He held your hand a moment longer then looked down syly, releasing it. “Your name is so beautiful, just like you, ____. You look like a faerie.”

You blushed and smiled, putting your puzzle away and standing up. He looked at you confused and you held your hand out to him. “Come on, I’ll let you take pictures of your first faerie ever.” He grabbed your hand and smiled brightly, his mouth forming a cute rectangle. If only you knew where this adventure was going to lead.

One year earlier

“I don’t understand why you have to go, you’re just 24. I think they’re rushing you.” His deep voice bordering on being annoyed and sad. It was the day of your blind date that your parents set up for you. Taehyung had came over to help you choose an outfit but he mostly just sat on your bed and pouted. “I mean, if you really need to just show them you’re dating then take me. They asked if we were many times already.” His voice sounded hopeful and you turned and frowned at him.

“Tae, I don’t get why you’re so against this. I mean yeah it's not my style but that doesn’t mean anything. It's just a date, you aren’t going to lose your best friend.”

“Don’t you remember Jimin? He went on a blind date and now he hardly ever texts me anymore. It's always Seolhyun this, and Seolhyun that, and ‘isn’t she so cute, Tae? I think I really hit the jackpot.’ I hate it and you might end up the same way”

You walked over and squished his cheeks together, pouting slightly. “I promise you Min Yoongi won’t steal me away as your best friend.” You released his cheeks then grabbed the black and white floral dress, holding it up against your body. “How’s this one?”

His eyes went wide then he smiled, nodding slowly. “It's pretty, go try it on.” You smiled then nodded, going to your bathroom. Taehyung produced a bag from under his jacket and held it on his lap, smiling softly.

When you walked back in the room, you eyed the bag curiously and tilted your head to side. “What’s that?”

He looked up at you then smiled brightly then stood, walking over and pulling your hair out of the bun you forced it into. You frowned as he gently turned you around and pushed you to the bathroom and sat you on the toilet seat. “I’m going to do your hair for you.”

You looked up at him intrigued. “You can do hair?”

“I have a sister that always asks me to braid her hair for her like a faerie.” His smile widened and he ran his hands through your hair gently. “That’s what I’m going to do for you.” You sighed and nodded, trusting your friend to make you look pretty. Closing your eyes you felt him part your hair and then a constant pulling on the left side of your head that you recognized as braiding. “Hold this please.” You heard his voice speak softly, it was full of playful concentration as you opened your hand to hold your hair. He gently closed your hand around it and started on the other side and braided it the same. He grabbed the braid he gave you and trailed it back, bringing the other side with him then he gently turned you to face the side so he could get to back as he braided them into the rest of your hair, hanging it down over your shoulder.

He pulled you up and stood you in front of the mirror, resting his head on your right shoulder. His voice was soft and nervous as he whispered for you to open your eyes. When you did you gasped softly at the intricate braids he put in your hair. There were only three but the way they seemed to meet and meld together towards the end was so beautiful that you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. You turned and hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Tae. This is truly a faerie hairstyle.” His arms wrapped around your waist and squeezed you gently before he pulled away, leaving the room.

You followed him out curiously as he held up the bag, pushing it towards you gently. “My sister helped me make it this morning. I wanted to give it to you so you would look as pretty as you did the day we met.”

You smiled and took the bag, pulling out a beautiful flower crown made of red roses and baby's breath. Your breath caught in your throat as you looked at the crown then at him. “You made this?”

He blushed and nodded slowly. “Why? Is it that bad?”

“Taehyung, it's perfect. Can you put it on for me?” You held it out to him gingerly. He smiled and nodded eagerly, taking it and delicately placing it on your head. His hands slid down to your cheek and he looked in your eyes admirably.

“You look beautiful. Like a faerie princess.”

You blushed and scrunched up your nose, giggling softly. “Now I’m a faerie princess?”

He blinked slowly, not moving and staring in your eyes. You quieted your laughter and stared in his deep chocolate eyes, feeling your skin tingle with the amount of emotion in his eyes. His thumb storked across your cheek slowly and it sent pleasurable shivers down your spine. His tongue slowly grazed across his lips as he wet them slightly, slowly leaning down to you. You knew you should pull away but something about the way he was staring at you made you freeze, staring and completely out of control of your body.

The loud ringing of your phone broke the spell as he stopped, his lips just a breath away from yours, eyes widening in shock and reeling back as if he were burned. You shook your head and rushed over to your phone, it was a number you didn’t recognize. Taking a shaky breath you answered, eyes glued to Taehyung as he sat on your bed, head in his hands.. “Hey, It's Yoongi. Sorry for calling you like this but your mother seemed to have remembered me from school Anyway, I just wanted to let you know I’m looking forward to our date in an hour. I’ll see you soon.” Silence. “____? Are you there?”

You cleared your throat and spoke softly. “I’m here, sorry my friend’s over and I was trying to see what he was doing.” Taehyung looked up at you nervously and you raised your eyebrow, silently asking what just happened. He simply groaned and laid back on the bed, shaking his head furiously.

“Oh. You have a friend over. Then maybe we should reschedule our date? I don’t want to interrupt you or anything.” His voice was deep and clear but there was shyness that screamed at you, even through the phone. He sounded familiar but you couldn’t place the name.

“No, I’ll meet you in an hour. My friend was leaving soon anyway.” Taehyung sat up and looked at you sadly, silently pleading for you to reconsider.

“Really?” His voice was excited and happy, something about it made you smile. “I’m glad. We’re meeting at the park right?”

“Yes, the park.” You nodded slowly and said your goodbyes. Taehyung stood up and walked until he was inches from you. You shook your head slowly. “No, Tae.”

“I won’t do anything. I just want to meet him.” He stared at you stubbornly. You sighed and tapped his forehead gently.

“It would look bad.”

His eyes narrowed and his voice sounded more hurt than he let on. “Are you planning on it going well?”

“I don’t know.” You sighed and looked at your watch then grabbed his arm, pulling him along with you. “Let’s just get you to work and me to my date.”

He pulled you to a stop and pulled you against him gently. “I don’t work today. Why don’t I stay the night like I used to and we can talk about your date after?”

You immediately relaxed into him, hugging him gently then nodded slowly and pulled away. “Fine, stay here then. I’ll go out on my date and come home and tell you all about it, ok?” He smiled and nodded, his eyes still seemed off but you squeezed his hand gently before running out the house and down the street. The park was only a few blocks away from your house but you wanted to be early. When you got to the park you smiled and took in the relaxed scenery, there were only a few people here as most were in school or work at this time of day, all the butterflies were fluttering about from flower to flower. One came over to you and landed on your nose a moment before flying off. You giggled and went to your favorite oak tree, placing your hand on it massive trunk before slinking down and waiting for your date. Little did you know it was the beautiful blonde staring at you since you ran over.

Taehyung sighed as he fumbled with the laptop, trying to figure out how to ask you out. He stared at your shoulder bag and smiled sweetly. He loved being your friend but the potential for more has weighed heavy on his heart since the day he met you. “Maybe if I used a crossword.” He smiled more as he mumbled to himself, quickly tapping away on the keyboard to make the best crossword puzzle you’ll ever solve.

Eight months earlier

You frowned at the crossword puzzle and sipped at your coffee. Taehyung sat across from you, staring at you through his camera lens and taking pictures whenever he found the right angle. Your frowned deepened as you filled in yet another answer, wondering what the theme of this puzzle was. “Tae, where did you say you got this puzzle again?” You looked up at your friend confused, then heard the shutter of his camera before he put it down, shrugging and looking out the window. You narrowed your eyes suspiciously, he hadn’t spoken to you since he handed you the damn puzzle.

Putting it and your pencil down you steepled your hands and rested your chin on them, staring at him. You reached across the table and grabbed his camera, holding it up to your eye and looked at him through it, focusing the lens until it was just right then capturing the picture. You smiled proudly as he looked at you slightly amused. “Did you get a good one?” His voice was soft and slow, as though he were with holding something.

“Tae. I’ve known you for almost a year and a half, why are you keeping things from me?”

He pouted then sighed softly. “Just finish the puzzle, you’ll get your answer then.”

You frowned and looked at the puzzle, you only had a few blanks left and then there was the extra bit where you had to highlight the answers in a specific order. You stared at it, thinking hard. Will. You. Go. A. With. Me. Blinking slowly, you tried to fill in the blanks using those as keywords. There was no way this was his way of asking you out, right?

You glanced up at him nervously then back at the crossword. He head his head on the table, eye level with his camera and looked over at you every so often. You cleared your throat softly and he looked at you shyly, nervously licking his lips. “Taehyung.”

“Yeah, ____.” His voice was so soft it was barely above a whisper.

You took a deep breath and put the puzzle down, refusing to finish it and licked your lips slowly. “I can’t go out with you.”

His heart sank and it was evident on his face but he forced a small smile and nodded slowly. “I understand. You don’t want to ruin our friendship. It's ok.”

You frowned, debating whether or not you should just tell him like this. Looking out the window you watched as the summer was slowly fading into fall, some of the leaves already starting to change their colors. “I’m dating Yoongi, Tae. I can’t date you because I already have a boyfriend.”

Taehyung stared at you for a long time, not saying a word. You felt the tension rise so early in the morning and regretted not telling him sooner. “How long have you been with him?” His voice was tight and throaty, as if he were holding back from yelling or crying. Knowing him, it was more than likely both.

“3 months and 2 weeks.” You spoke softly to the trees across the street, unable to look at Taehyung. It hurt your heart too much to see him hurting.

“Why…” He let out a shaky breath and you saw through your peripheral that he ran his hand over his face. “Why didn’t you tell me then?”

“Because every time I brought him up you would get upset. I don’t like hurting you Tae. I never have.” You turned to face him and felt your heart breaking at the look of pure anguish on his face. No tears were sed but they were glittering in his eyes, ready to wet his cheeks at any moment.

“Leave him.”

You blinked slowly and felt your eyes furrow. “Why would I do that? I’m happy Tae. You should be happy for me.”

“I can make you happier. We can have mornings like this everyday. We can go out at night and watch the stars, go on road trips to every place you’ve ever wanted. Just leave him and be with me.”

You stared at your best friend carefully, part of you wanted to take him up on his offer but the other part, albeit slightly smaller, but so much more persistent made you shake your head slowly. “I can’t do that Tae.”

“Why not?” He was crying now, no longer caring about the way he may look. Just needing you.

“Because we’re getting married in 8 months.” You said it flatly and watched the shock spread over his face.

“What?”

“We’re engaged Tae. It wasn’t just a normal blind date, it was a marriage proposal. I accepted it when I made him my boyfriend.”

“But you can’t just marry someone you don’t even know! I’m not asking you to marry me, just be my girlfriend. Let me take care of you and just be with you.” Though his tone was harsh you could see the heartbreak in his eyes, you could feel the sincerity of his words.

“He isn’t someone I just met. We went to school together. He needs me, Taehyung. I can’t abandon him like that.” You reached for is hand, gently squeezing it.

Her pulled away and stood abruptly. “I need you. I’ve always needed you. I love you, ___.” His voice was breaking from the emotion he felt, floating over to you weakly. You stared at him wide eyed and stood, slowly reaching for him again.

“Tae, please don’t do this,” Your voice was weak as you tried to fight back the tears twinkling in your eyes.

He backed away, glaring at you coldly. “I didn’t do anything. You ruined us.” Roughly wiping his eyes, he grabbed his camera and left you crying and alone. You thought it was the last time you would ever see him again. You were greatly mistaken.

You were out with Dohee and Yoongi at a restaurant when you spotted a seemingly familiar chestnut haired male. You blinked and tried to see his face, being painfully obvious while both Dohee and Yoongi looked at you confused. It had been a month since you last saw him and you missed his rectangle smile and wonderful deep laughter. Yoongi held your hand gently, patiently trying to understand why you were so obviously trying to look at another man when Dohee looked towards the man then back to you. “Is that him?”

Yoongi frowned and started to get up, he was upset at how distraught you were over the past month and you were finally getting back to your old self. He was finally getting back to his old self after his own incident. When you walked in his house on that particularly sunny day and found him drunk and heartbreakingly upset you immediately were grateful that you decided to visit him. He was standing on a stool with rope in hand, ready to wrap it around his neck and take his life. When e saw you his eyes widened and he dropped the rope, climbing down and running over to you crying.

That was the day you discovered yoongi was dealing with severe depression that he usually handled with medication. His mistake was getting drunk while already in a negative mood but there was no other choice. He refused to go to you with his problems at first, afraid of scaring you away. Little did he know that you liked him from the moment you met him in the park, nothing could scare you away from him. You blinked and shook your head, trying to focus on the boy again. “I don’t know, I’ll go see.”

Yoongi sat back down and looked at you, concern flooding his features. “Do you want me to go with you?”

You shook your head slowly and smiled sadly. “If it is him, seeing you may not help any.” He nodded and sighed, leaning over and kissing your head gently before letting go of your hand. You stood carefully and fixed your shirt then walked over nervously. When you reached the boy he looked up at you and his bright brown eyes widened in surprise then quickly became guarded. You swallowed hard, trying to rid yourself of the lump that formed in your throat and pointed to the empty seat across from him. “Is anyone sitting here?” He blinked slowly then shook his head, you quickly took the seat and smiled sadly, wanting to hug him with every fiber of your being.

He looked healthy, like he was sleeping well and although his hair grew to be slightly passed his ears the look fit his well defined features. He watched you and you saw the conflict in his eyes, he wanted to hug you just as badly as you wanted to hug him. “How have you been?” His voice was as deep and filling as you remembered it being.

You let out a nervous laugh and looked down, tucking the stray hairs from your face behind your ear. “Terrible. I cried for weeks then was finally able to leave my house about a week ago.”

His eyes softened and he reached over the table, holding out his hand. “I missed you, ___.”

You looked at him and felt the tears forming in your eyes as you took his hand gently, lacing your fingers together seamlessly. “I missed you too, Tae. I missed you so much.” You felt a pit in your stomach form as you realized that if you hadn’t just written off your feelings for him as just friendly, if you had even bothered to let the spark between you develop, you would have been with him and probably loved him just as much, if not more, than you loved Yoongi. “I’m here with him and my friend, do you want to eat with us?” You silently prayed to every divine being that he would say yes.

You watched as his eyes darkened and his hand slipped from yours slowly. “Why would you want me there with him? I’m sure he knows what happened.”

“He still wants to meet you and he doesn’t really feel any anger towards you, just the situation.” You felt your panic rise as the brief warmth of the past started to dissipate into the tense atmosphere.

Taehyung looked back and spotted the blonde staring at you both warily then Yoongi smiled and waved slowly. He waved then turned back to you, eyes narrowed in a glare. “He met me, I’m leaving.” As he stood and walked towards the back you felt your heart break all over again. You looked up to see Yoongi starting to stand but he met your eyes, silently asking if he should follow. You shook your hand and held up a finger. One minute. He nodded and sat back down, relaying everything to Dohee, who looked back and gave you a thumbs up for support.

Smiling sadly you stood and followed after Taehyung, exiting the restaurant and running down the street after him. You called out for him, yelling his name until he stopped and turned, watching you warily. When you reached him you stopped a few inches from him, panting softly and looking in his eyes. “Why can’t you just stay by my side, Tae?”

His jaw clenched and he groaned loudly, hands going up to grab his hair. “Why should I stay by your side as a friend when all I want is to have you to myself? I want you, ____. All of you. Not just what I can get as a friend.” His hands were on your shoulders and he leaned forward to look deeper in your eyes, you saw the conflict dance in his irises as he was obviously holding back.

You licked your lips nervously and looked at him desperately. “I need you, Taehyung. I love you. I just can’t be with you.”

He blinked once then closed the distance between you. His lips were softer against your own than you remembered them being on your forehead. His large hands slid up to cup your face, angling it just right so he could deepen the kiss gently. You have never felt this at peace during a kiss before and it scared you. You had no control of your body as your hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to you. His tongue licked at your lips and you opened your mouth, welcoming his tongue graciously.

The taste of his mouth was a mixture of heaven and sin. It was so good and you couldn’t get enough. You desperately needed more. More of his mouth, more of his hands which were currently caressing your waist, more of him. The way his tongue felt against yours set your body on fire in ways that Yoongi had never. Yoongi. You pulled away abruptly, panting softly and looking at the boy startled.

He bit his lip gently and let his hands fall limply to his side, eyes showing all the desire he had but he held back. “I’m sorry. I just… I’ve wanted to do that for so long and when you said you loved me. I just acted. Please don’t hate me.” He pleaded softly, his usually husky voice was light and airy.

Releasing a shaky sighs and running your hand through your hair you looked down sadly. “Maybe we can’t be friends. I’m sorry too, Tae. I’m sorry for hurting you over and over. Goodbye.”

His hand grabbed your arm and pulled you against him, eyes dark with lust and something else. “I’ll stay. I’ll stay by your side. Don’t leave me again.”

You felt a shiver run through you as his slightly swollen lips came back to you, so close to your own but just far enough. Too far. “I didn’t leave you. You left me. You left me all alone and I felt like I was dying, Taehyung. It hurt so much.” You swallowed the tears and shook your head, hiding your face in his chest.

He rubbed your back soothingly and kissed your hair gently, leaving his own warm tears spill over. “I won’t leave again.” You should have walked away, telling him to forget it. You couldn’t trust yourself with him anymore now that this fire has started in you. AS much as you loved Yoongi, this was different, more intense. If you had to compare them Yoongi was soothing and calm like the ocean, his love was bountiful and had no limits as far as the eye could see, but TAehyung. TAehyung’s love was like a burning fire, all consuming and filled you with a comfort unlike anything you’ve ever felt but if you ignored it, it would burn out. Or so you thought.

Two months earlier.

You figured out a way to be with Taehyung without having to cheat on Yoongi, never be alone. It was difficult at first but once you both figured out the best places it was back to the old happy days. Yoongi would come along with you guys often, wanting to get to know all your friends and you loved his eagerness to accept im as a part of your life. It was rocky at first until Taehyung brought his camera along after work, then they acknowledged their shared interests.They actually got along really well and had many more interests in common than they thought. It was a happy time, everything was great. Until Yoongi’s business trip.

You pouted when he packed his clothes, holding him close to you. “Do you really have to go? I don’t want you to leave.”

He sighed and kissed your ear gently, your face buried in his neck. “I don’t want to either baby but this is a very important business trip. If I don’t go the merger may not happen and a lot of people will lose their jobs.”

You nodded and sighed, hating that he was the go-to guy at his company. “If they don’t make you at least the vice president one day I’ll have Dohee write an expose on how they used you for years. “

He laughed and squeezed you gently. “You know she’s been digging up dirt on the CEO for months, she’s itching to report on her findings and I’m quite curious as to what she found.”

You looked at him, smiling brightly. “A lot that you can’t know.~ She won’t even tell me.”

He kissed you gently, your eyes fluttered shut and rubbed his chest. “Baby.” His voice was full of lust, making your cheeks flush and look at him shyly. His eyes were dark and hungry but he pulled away slowly. “I wish we had more time. I’ll only be a few days ok? Three at most.” He ran a hand through his blonde hair and sighed, looking at his watch and groaning, zipping his small suitcase. He kissed you again, lingering a moment longer than necessary to make sure you knew how much he was going to miss you.

You smiled against his lips and gripped the firm flesh of his butt gently, making him jump and giggle. “Bye baby. I’ll call you every night and miss you every second you’re gone.”

“Bye.” He started to walk away then paused and turned, smiling lovingly. “I love you.”

You felt your heart pump in your chest as the warm smile spread on your face. “I love you too, Yoongi.”

He left smiling brightly, you waved him off at the door, smiling back. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and took it out, Taehyung was calling. You answered and he started immediately. “I know we aren’t supposed to be alone together but do you want to go to this art exhibit with me? They’re doing a piece on nature and there’s all this photography and paintings and I just thought about you. Please say yes.”

You smiled at the thought of the exhibit and it would be somewhat public, what could go wrong? You hadn’t had any feelings towards him since you moved in with Yoongi a couple months ago so everything should be fine. You took a deep breath and played with your hair, twirling it between your fingers. “What time does it start?”

Deciding that jeans and a t-shirt would be inappropriate for an art exhibit, you changed into a knee length lilac sun dress. It flowed with the breeze and you ended up wearing the flower crown that Yoongi bought you. You normally didn’t wear fake ones, preferring to make them yourself but it was too beautiful to turn away. Several white roses varying in size with little lilacs and hyacinth flowers wrapped around in intervals. it was the first time you wore it and felt a little strange that he wouldn’t be able to see it on you in person. The way the colors looked on you made it seem like it was made specifically for you.

You stood by the entrance, waiting for Taehyung when you spotted him, standing at the other side of the entrance looking around eagerly. He just wore a pair of nice looking jeans and fitted long sleeve shirt. You stared at him for a while, trying to remember the last time you saw him wear shirts that were actually his size.  Smiling you walked over to him, tapping his arm once you were within reach. He turned quickly, startled then smiled brightly and giggled, then finally noticed your outfit and stared at you blankly. You frowned and poked his cheek. “What is it? Do I look bad?”

“No, you just… You look like a faerie princess again.” He smiled at you amazed then shook his head slowly, grabbing your hand. “Come on, let’s go enjoy the pictures.”

With a nod you headed into the building, hand in hand, fingers warmly entwined with his own. He brought one of his cameras with him and took pictures of you while you admiring the paintings of serene landscapes that seemed too vast to have been captured by the stroke of brush. He caught the look of pure awe as you walked into the room which seemed to mimic that of an actual canopy of trees in the forests. His breath caught in his throat and his heart thudded in his chest, gradually picking up speed.

You looked at him and smiled brightly, your own heart racing from the excitement of it all. “I want to see this in person one day. Just explore the forest with the person I love and get lost together.” You grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently then took the camera from him, pulling him close to you to take a picture together. He laughed softly and posed next to you as you captured the moment. Thankfully it was one of his digital cameras so you looked at the image and smiled warmly.

His hand was on your cheek suddenly, fingers tucked under your jaw and lifted your face to look at his gently. You blinked, confused by your cloudy vision and the moisture on now on your face. You were crying. He wiped the tears away gently, kissing your cheeks slowly, his voice low and soft. “It's ok. We’re ok.”

You blinked rapidly and bit your lip gently. You were having a great time, why did you start crying? Why were you like this? “Maybe I should go home.” You spoke in a small voice.

Taehyung looked at you sadly then nodded. “If that’s what you want to do.” He dropped his hands to yours and started walking back to the entrance. Walking past all the art pieces you realized why you were acting this way, why you felt this way. Your wedding was just two mere months away. Eight weeks. Fifty-six days until you had to give up on the idea of Taehyung forever. Although you loved Yoongi, you never got to really give it a chance with Taehyung, you just pushed it aside as a childish crush on a friend.

When you reached your car he stopped, smiling at you sadly. His eyes were filled with emotion but he knew there was no use in expressing it. You avoided looking in them, your own emotions were warring within you. If you looked at him it may tip the very unstable balance you had left. He frowned and lifted your chin, making you face him. You closed your eyes, unable to trust yourself. “Look at me, ____.” You shook your head slowly, silently cursing yourself at the shiver that went through you at the sound of his voice saying your name so softly and full of love. “Please don’t leave like this. If you’re upset with me then tell me so we can talk about it and solve it now. Don’t make me worry about it until the next time I can see you.”

You bit your lip hard, not wanting to give in but he was right, doing this to him wouldn’t be fair. You opened your eyes slowly and met his. The setting sun was reflecting in his sweet brown eyes, making them seem reddish in color but it just looked so beautiful to you. You swallowed down your comment and sighed softly. “I’m not upset with you, Tae. I’m upset with myself.”

He looked at you confused, pouting a little. “Why?”

“Because I don’t want to go home alone….” You let your words trail off, unable to say everything on your mind. You looked down and opened the car door. Taehyung watched you for a moment before going to the other side, opening the door and getting in. You froze, watching him then leaned down sticking your head in the car. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going home with you. You don’t want to be alone, neither do I.” He looked ahead and licked his lips slowly. “If you don’t want to go to your house, we can go to mine.”

You stared at him then quickly got in the car, buckling up and starting it. He looked at you confused then put on his seatbelt. Your voice was airy as you struggled to keep your heartrate down. “Where’s your house?”

You pulled up to his apartment building and exited the car, tapping your foot nervously. He came around the car and walked you in, pushing the button for the elevator. You stood there, contemplating whether or not you should really go up to his apartment and if you did, how long you would stay. You snuck a peek at him and saw him standing with his hands in his pockets, looking down at his shoes with a much too serious face on.

The elevator came and you both walked in, standing on opposite sides and looking at the door. Thankfully the building only had 6 floors, unfortunately his seemed to be on the 6th. You sighed softly and you saw him turn to face you through the dark reflection on the metal doors. You smiled shyly and looked at him. He blinked then smiled back, opening his mouth to speak when the elevator stopped, opening the door to let in a couple. They greeted you both politely then pressed 5. You figured they were visiting someone sick since they had a big pot of what smelled like soup.

Taehyung looked at you longingly but stayed where he was, in the corner towards the back while you were in the front. You sighed softly when the couple got off and as soon as the doors were shut, Taehyung came over to you, taking his hand in his gently. You blinked rapidly and swallowed hard, fighting to ignore the feeling of your heart racing. As soon as the door opened he pulled you out and down the hall, stopping at the one all the way at the end and pushed in his pin quickly, unlocking the door and pulling you inside.

Once he closed the door you looked around his minimalistic decor and smiled shyly, enjoying the way it reminded you of the way yours used to look. He watched you shyly and smiled a little. “I don’t decorate much because I’m never really home. “ His voice was soft and you nodded, walking over to the kitchen. He followed you slowly, watching the way you simply took in everything. It was your first time over, after all.

“I like it.” You looked at him and smiled. He smiled back and grabbed your hand, pulling you to the couch and sat down, pulling you next to him and turning on the t.v. You smiled and watched it silently, eventually you felt his arm drape over your shoulder.

You looked at him shyly and he bit his lip, pulling his arm away. “Sorry.”

Pulling his arm up, you leaned into him slowly, resting your head on his shoulder and letting his arm rest around you. “It's ok.”

He rubbed your arm slowly as you watched some ridiculous melodrama. You were almost certain he wasn’t paying attention to it, just as you weren’t as you were too busy listening to the sound of his steady heartbeat. You slid your hand up to rest over his abs and he shivered slightly. Blinking, you noticed how his heart rate picked up a little and removed your hand. He reached over and grabbed your hand gently, placing it back on his stomach and squeezed your arm gently. “It's ok.”

You heard his voice rumbling softly through his chest and smiled, nodding slowly and closing your eyes.

You must have fallen asleep because when you opened your eyes again you were tucked away in his bedroom. Blinking and running your hand through your hair, you looked around the room frowning. It was dark, the only light being the moon, floating high in the sky. You stumbled out of the bed and walked out of the room carefully, searching for Taehyung. When you found him he was curled up on the couch, a small blanket covering his slender form. You smiled and walked over to him slowly, lifting the blanket and laying on top of him.

He stirred and flattened himself on his back, wrapping his arms around you. His voice was deep and husky with sleep. “What are you doing? Go sleep in the bed, ____.”

You watched his mouth move and smiled, no longer caring about any consequences that you would have to face. “I want to sleep with you.” You whispered softly.

He groaned softly and squeezed you gently. “Don’t tease me. Go back to the bedroom before I change my mind.”

You stayed put, tracing shapes on his neck with your nail slowly. He opened his eyes slowly then sat up, holding you on his lap. “You really want to sleep with me?”

You smiled shyly and nodded slowly, cupping his face gently and brushing your lips against his softly. He bit your lip gently and looked in your eyes. You moaned softly and pulled back a little, looking at him. He watched you nervously, his body trembling with desire. “This is your last chance, ____. If you don’t want to do this, go to the bedroom.”

You looked at him and realized there is no where else you would rather be. You stood up slowly and he sank into the couch, sighing softly and covering his face with his hands. Pouting a little you pulled your dress over your head and exposed your topless figure to him. “Tae.” Your voice made him remove his hands and once he saw you he immediately pulled you back to him. His mouth was on your breast leaving open mouthed kisses until he reached your nipple then he latched on and sucked it gently, massaging it with his tongue while his hands roamed your body.

You moaned softly and tilted your head back in pleasure. His mouth just felt so good as it set your body on fire, his hands spreading the flames like a brushfire blazing after a drought. Your body was craving him, your hands found the hem of his shirt and pulled it up slowly. He pulled away long enough to take it off and throw it across the room before taking your other nipple in his mouth. You started to rotate your hips on his slowly, feeling his hardening length against your core and moaned more.

Taehyung moaned softly and looked up at you, hands settling on your waist. You ran your hand through his hair then gripped it gently, pulling him away from your chest. He moaned sweetly and his eyes fluttered. “Kiss me.”

You smiled and leaned down, gently placing your lips on his. They were slightly damp with saliva but it just made them taste so much better. You moved your hips harder into him, feeling his clothed erection rub against you made the wetness grow between your legs. His kiss was desperate and needy as he tried to taste as much of you as he could, his tongue flicked into your mouth effortlessly and explored the opening, making you moan softly. You released his hair and he whimpered softly in your mouth before he shivered at the feeling of your hands running down his bare chest. He gripped your ass gently and picked you up, turning around and placing you on the couch.

Breaking away from the kiss, his lips trailed down your body, kissing and licking everywhere as his hands tugged slowly at your lace panties. A small smirk played on your lips as you moaned softly into the air. When he reached your wet core your panties were off and he wasted no time, spreading your sticky folds with his tongue and making a shocked gasp escape your mouth. His tongue was excited and sloppy, the strokes were irregular but something about it, the way he stared up at you as you moaned his name over and over and over, made stars blind your vision. your hands tangled in his hair and gently pushed his face deeper into your wetness. You needed to feel more of him. His hands gripped your hips gently, moaning softly as you tugged on his hair and sucked on your clit mercilessly. You felt your walls tighten as they craved him to enter you, you needed to feel more of him.

Taehyung removed one of his hands and slid a finger in you effortlessly, curling it against your most sensitive spot and thrusting it in you slowly. You moaned louder, feeling your high get closer with each thrust. He slid another finger in and you knew this wasn’t just to get you off, it was to get you ready for him. Excitedly you licked your lips and gyrated your hips into his hand, wanting your high to come faster. His tongue flicked against your clit faster and his fingers moved in you harder, your moans coming out airy and high.

The coil in your stomach wound tighter and tighter until it snapped, your legs shaking as you moaned his name loudly, as if it were the only thing you knew. He slid his fingers out slowly as you settled, placing a gentle kiss to your now sensitive bud then licked his fingers, sucking on them seductively as he stared in your eyes. When he was done he leaned up and kissed your neck, your arms immediately wrapping around his torso to hold him gently against you. His whispers caressed your ear and neck, sending pleasurable shivers down your spine. “You taste so good, ____.”

You smiled and blushed, running your nails down his back slowly. “Mmm, can I taste you?”

He blinked then looked at you, biting his lip and nodded slowly. Pulling away slowly and standing up slowly, you pulled him closer to you gently and undid his jeans, pulling them down to release his massive length. Your eyes widened at the width and length, taking it in your hands softly. “You’re so big, Tae.” You looked up at him shyly, meeting his own shy gaze. He simply smiled and shrugged, licking his lips nervously..

Laughing softly, you spit in your hand and stroked him slowly, watching as he moaned softly. “Mmm. Sit down.” You spoke softly, and he hesitated at first then sat down next to you. You turned your body so it was facing him and leaned over, taking the head of him in your mouth. He moaned softly and ran his hands through your hair, pushing it to the other side of your face so he could watch you. He fit as much of him your mouth as you possibly could until he hit the back of your throat. Something about the way he filled your mouth and the sounds he made just made you want him so much more. You moaned softly around his shaft and his groans of pleasure filled your ears. You had hardly moved but every second you stayed there, tightening the pressure in your mouth a little more as you hollowed out your cheeks made him stir in anticipation.

When you finally took him out of your mouth to breathe you gasped softly and stroked him, smiling and breathing heavily. He breathed heavily and caressed your shoulder gently. You put in back in your mouth and bobbed your head slowly, stroking what couldn’t fit in your mouth and moaning softly, letting him know that it's just as pleasurable to you as it is to him. He didn’t try to hide his moans, letting them come out soft and airy as you sucked on his hard member. Your tongue massaged his sensitive and when ever you took him out you licked up the length, looking at him as you did so with a smirk. He blinked and licked his lips, hands going to your breasts to fondle them gently.

Taehyung called your name softly and you looked at him, taking his length out of your mouth and smiled. He cupped your face and gently guided it up to his, pulling you onto his lap as your lips met. Your hand continued to stroke him as you lined it up with your opening, kissing him deeply before breaking it, staring into his eyes. His pupils were fully blown and the lovely brown you loved with all your heart could hardly be seen but the small smile on his lips let you feel all the love in his heart. Licking your lips slowly, you eased down onto him, both of you gasping softly at the feeling. Once you were settled you lifted up a bit the dropped back down, building a rhythm as your soft moans were echoed by his own.

This feeling was unlike anything you’ve ever felt. Your body was screaming for you to go faster but you couldn’t stand the idea of not being able to stare into his eyes like this. He bit your lip gently as his one of his hands fell to your waist, coaxing you to go a little faster but not enough to disrupt your gaze. Your forehead rested on his as you bounced a little harder, moaning louder and kissed his lips gently. He gripped your hip gently and thrusted up in you softly, slowly getting harder. You shivered at the feeling and moaned more, eyes fluttering shut as your mouth left his, going to his neck and biting gently. He moaned softly and squeezed your hip gently, thrusting harder and faster into you as the spell broke.

You sucked on the sensitive, trying to hold back your moans but his thrusting was beginning to become relentless, slamming you down onto him as though he needed to get deeper in you. He slowed and you looked at him confused before he wrapped your arms around his neck and stood slowly, holding you tightly against him. You bit your lip then kissed him deeply as he stepped out of his jeans and boxers.

Taehyung slowly laid you on the couch, kissing you repeatedly and smiling sweetly. He never left your warmth and began thrusting into you once you were both nicely settled. They were hard and deep and you moaned loudly, feeling him fill you more than he had in the previous position. His mouth was on yours instantly as you moaned his name, it was sloppy and eager but it felt so damn good. His thrusts picked up speed as his hand travelled down to your hip, gripping it tightly in a way that was bound to leave bruises but the pain it sent through you was completely overshadowed by the amount of pleasure he caused.

Your body felt like it was on fire, every inch of you on edge that just the slightest touch from him almost made you cum, and he couldn’t stop touching you. As he thrusted into you his lips travelled down your neck to your chest as best as e could, groaning in frustration when he couldn’t kiss your belly and working his way back up to your ear. His breath was shallow and hot as he moaned and whispered your name in your ear, making your walls tighten around him. He gasped softly and smiled, biting your neck gently. You moaned and tilted your head to the side, loving the way his teeth felt against you. He bit into you harder, sucking gently on the skin.

You moved your hips into him and felt your body burning hotter with each thrust by him, your nails gripping his hair tightly. He moaned and whimpered softly, looking in your eyes lovingly as he thrusted harder, just barely pounding your tight core. You moaned louder and arched your back, gripping his hair tighter. His eyes fluttered and he rested his forehead against yours, eyes staring deeply into yours as your high came closer. His thrusts were becoming irregular and you loved the way his eyes looked half dazed.

“I love you.” You spoke the words before you could think, before you could regret them even forming. His lips crashed into yours hard as he pounded into you, making you scream softly in his mouth as you were flooded by pleasure, eyes squeezing shut and your legs shaking against him. He didn’t slow down, just moaned into your mouth as you clenched around him, forcing his own climax to come.

After he finished, he slowed and gently laid on you, resting his head in the crook of your neck. You ran your hand over his back slowly, trying to calm your heart and breathing. His voice was a whisper as he kissed your neck. “I love you too.” A small smile spread on your lips as you squeezed him gently, giving him a small hug.

You stayed like that for a while, laying with him on top of you. There was no need to speak. There was no need for anything other than to just be together. To finally accept that this is where you were meant to be. He finally moved, getting off of you slowly and walking to the kitchen. You sat up and watched him, a small pit of sadness forming in your stomach.

When he returned he brought a carton of ice cream and two spoons, handing them to you then covering your eyes before turning on the light. “Why are you turning on the light? And why ice cream?” You pouted and looked at the flavor, Dulce de Leche.

Taehyung looked at you amused and took a spoon. “Well, I like ice cream. And because I wanted to see you.” You blushed and looked down, holding the spoon in your mouth. He lifted your chin gently and kissed you softly. “Thank you.”

You frowned and opened the ice cream, grabbing a spoonful. “What for?”

He sat next to you and pulled you close to him, putting a pillow under the carton. “For giving me today. For loving me.” He didn’t look at you for a while, eating the ice cream slowly.

You ate slowly, thinking over everything carefully. The ice cream was actually good and refreshing. “I’ve always loved you. It just took a while to realize how much.”

He opened his mouth to speak then closed it, smiling sadly at the ice cream. You frowned and nudged his arm. He sighed and looked at you then rubbed your cheek. “I don’t want to ruin it. This moment.”

Blinking slowly you realized what he was going to say. Rather, what he was going to ask. What about Yoongi. You chewed the inside of your cheek and stared at your hand where the small diamond ring sat. You couldn’t just leave him but something in you desperately needed Taehyung. He grabbed your hand and entwined your fingers slowly. “It's ok.”

You looked at him and blinked slowly. That had become your mantra every time either of you felt something might go wrong between you because of your emotions. You both loved each other too much to just leave but maybe he loved you so much more. You weren’t sure if you could ever stay by his side the way he stayed by yours. Taking a deep breath you pulled your hand away slowly, slipping the ring off and placing it on the end table. He watched you curiously but stayed silently. “For the next few days, there is no Yoongi, just us.”

He stared at you for a few heartbeats before he kissed you deeply, placing the ice cream next to the ring. There were no regrets, no doubts, just love.

The next few days went by too quickly. You made love to Taehyung more times in those three days than you had with Yoongi in the 10 months you had been together. Every morning and night that ended with Taehyung was magical and you hated that you had to go home, back to your old life. No. This was your new life. Your old life had magical moments in them all the time but it wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy this new one. It was filled with comfort and security and joy. Everything you could ever wish for. Yoongi was attentive to your needs, wants and desires. He absolutely adored you and would do anything and everything within his power to make sure you were happy.

When he came home, you had his favorite dinner ready for him, steak. He smiled and just short of ran to you, scooping you up in a tight hug as he twirled you in a circle. Your laughter filled the room as you cupped his face gently and kissed him. There was nothing wrong with the way you felt. You just loved two people at the same time, there was nothing wrong with that. “I missed you so much. It was so cold sleeping without you.”

You smiled sadly and rubbed his cheeks slowly. “It's ok baby. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” He smiled brightly and kissed you again, putting you down and running his hand down your back. “Mmm, let’s eat before it gets cold.” He nodded again and went to the table where his plate sat. You couldn’t have hated yourself more than you did in that moment.

After washing the dishes you decided to take a shower. You looked at your naked reflection in the mirror and frowned, eyeing all the bruises that you’ve accumulated over the past few days from Taehyung. Running your finger over them gingerly you shivered in pleasure as the memory of him taking you from behind on the kitchen table came back in your mind. Biting your lip gently, you quickly turned on the shower, making it cooler than usual and stepped in. The cold water made you gasp softly as it washed over you, forcing your body to cool the slow burning that it sparked when you thought of your lover.

Your mind travelled back to when Taehyung made love to you in the shower, the water running cold to calm the burning between you. You shivered and turned up the heat, washing your body slowly, sensuously lingering over your sensitive areas. You couldn’t have Yoongi because of your love marks but you couldn’t go back to Taehyung this time of night. You licked your lips slowly and ran your hand through your hair. When did you become such a terrible person. Yoongi doesn't deserve this, he could do so much better than you.

There was a soft knock on the door then Yoongi poked his blonde head in shyly. You looked at him and smiled, beckoning him into the bathroom. He stepped in and smile shyly, showing his naked body. You blinked slowly and blushed, remembering just how beautiful your fiancee’s body was, all lean muscle and wonderfully smooth skin the color of moonlight. He licked his lips slowly and walked closer. “Can I shower with you?” His voice was soft and deep, lustful. You bit your lip and nodded slowly. He climbed in the shower and kissed you gently.

You ran your hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face and looked at him warmly. His eyes scanned your body slowly, narrowing slightly at your hips then went back to yours. He gently pushed you against the wall and kissed your neck, sucking the soft skin hard. You moans softly and gripped his arms gently. Yoongi wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up gently, you legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.

He gripped your thighs gently and kissed along your jaw slowly. “Do you want me to fuck you now or later?” You licked your lips and looked at him shyly. His voice was different, harder, rougher, sexier.

“Now.” Your voice was breathy and he thrusted in you immediately making you gasp and moan at the feeling of being filled. You licked your lips and kissed his ear, moaning softly in it. “Fuck me.”

And he did, thrusting rapidly into you as though it was the only thing he could do. His grip was tight as it slid to your ass, his groans were deep and vibrated against your chest as he bit down on your collarbone, sucking roughly. You scratched down his back, leaving claw marks and moaned his name loudly, loving the change in him. It was so intense and exciting.

His hand released your ass and quickly brought it down, slapping the wet skin and squeezing it. You gasped loudly and ground your hips against him slowly, biting your lip and arching your back into him. The water that was once steaming the room now seemed chilled, cooling you both as he let you down gently, turning you so you were pressed against the wall and spread your legs. His lips grazed over your shoulder slowly as he slid back into your warmth. You moaned softly and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his body against yours. He slapped your ass again, harder, and kissed your neck, now covering this side in dark purple bruises that claimed you as his own.

His thrusts in you were merciless as he made you scream, rubbing your clit to edge you further. You felt your orgasm coming over you like a wave and accepted it, knowing that it wouldn’t be your last. He moaned as you tightened around him and slowed to a nice pace, hand moving away from your wetness to rub your sides lovingly. You felt the slight pain of being overstimulated but it only made you eager for his climax. He kissed your ear and smiled against the skin, thrusting hard and deep in you. You moaned loudly and tightened your hands into fists, fighting to hold back the tears forming in your eyes. It was much more than you thought it would be, the amount of pleasure was almost painful but there was no way you would stop. You felt higher than you had in a long while.

Yoongi usually never fucks you like this, only a few times when he had a rough day at work and you welcomed it but even this. It was different. It was dark and primal. He gripped the flesh of your ass gently and pulled you in to meet his thrusts, making you moan loudly. You felt the tight coil forming in you again so soon after the first one. His thrusts were quickly becoming rougher and rougher as he came closer to his high. “Cum for me baby.” His voice was soft and breathy, whispering in your ear. You let go of your hold, giving in to the pleasure as he pounded into you.

You moaned loudly and felt your go weak, the only thing holding you up was Yoongi’s hands and the wall. Your vision was blinded by something, whether it was white light or just darkness, you weren’t sure. All you knew was the wave of pleasure the consumed you sent Yoongi over the edge and he came deep in you, moaning loudly and squeezing you to him tightly.

His lips kissed your neck and he laughed softly, sliding out of you and holding you against him. Once you were sure you could stand on your own, you turned to face him and kissed him gently. “What brought that on?”

He smiled warmly then shrugged and looked away, letting you go and starting to wash himself. “Who knows, maybe I’m just in a bad mood.”

You frowned and watched him while you leaned against the wall. “You don’t look like you’re in a bad mood.”

“I’ve developed these wonderful skills where I can hide my emotions from everyone.” He shrugged again and stood directly under the water, letting it wash over him. You watched him for a while then nodded, hugging him gently then started washing yourself. The rest of the shower carried on in silence.

He looked at you pull the oversized shirt on then took a deep breath, sitting on the bed. “So who is it?”

You froze and looked at him nervously. He pat the spot next to him and raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t do that. I’m pissed, yes. I’m hurt, but at the end of the day you came home and you’re here with me. I won’t do anything, I just want to know who you fucked while I was gone.” He stared at you blankly and although you wouldn’t be able to tell by looking at him, his tone was cold, detached.

You swallowed softly and sat next to him, looking down at your hands. “I didn’t mean to. I mean I did but I had been fighting it for so long.”

“Who?”

“Taehyung.” You felt the tears form in your eyes, knowing that you would never be able to see him again after this.

Yoongi was still for a long time as your tears slowly left your eyes. He wrapped his arm around you slowly and rubbed your arm. “Don’t cry.” He took a deep breath and lifted your chin to look in your eyes. “Do you love him? Is that why…?”

You looked at him and felt your heart breaking, of course he was crying. You were the only girl he ever really loved after everything he went through. Every person he ever cared about ended leaving him, in one way or another. You couldn’t lie to him though, so you nodded slowly.

He took a shaky breath and wiped your tears slowly. “Then go. I won’t keep you here if you don’t love me.”

You grabbed his hand gently and kissed it. “But I do love you. I love you both.”

“You can’t. You have to choose.” Yoongi’s eyes were shining and silently pleading, praying that you would choose him.

You kisses him gently and nodded, holding onto him gently. You couldn’t leave him, you just felt in your bones that you had to be with Yoongi. “I choose you.” He sighed against your lips and pulled you tightly against him. Telling Taehyung would be painful but he would understand, he had to.

Present day.

You sat in the bridal room, greeting your family and friends, smiling and pretending to be happy. Even Yoongi sent you multiple texts saying it would be prefectlyfine to move the date back, everyone would be fine. After you told Taehyung that you chose Yoongi, that although they three days you spent together was amazing, that was all you could have, he took it fine. Surprisingly so. He said his mantra to you and stuck by your side, sticking to the old rules of not being alone together.

Everything was fine, everyone was happy again, or so you thought. A week ago you found out you were pregnant. Rushing to your gynecologist to figure out how far along you were. You seem to be about 6 weeks pregnant, congratulations. 6 weeks ago you had slept with both Taehyung and Yoongi. Having slept with them both in the same day at that. You cursed yourself for being so stupid but at the same time you were so happy. Yoongi didn’t force you to stop talking to Taehyung and after they talked about everything amongst themselves, Taehyung knew that you would be happy and was satisfied with that. No matter who the father was, they’d both be in your life. That should be good enough for you, right?

You readied yourself at the door, the ceremony was about to begin. The veil over your eyes made everything seem like a white hazy dream as your father squeezed your arm gently. You smiled at him and rested your head on his shoulder briefly. Your song started and the doors opened. Taking the first step out into the bright sunlight, walking slowly down the aisle to Yoongi. He looked like a prince with his all white suit, accented by lilac accessories. His hair was perfectly messy with a flower crown that matched your own adorned on his head.

When Dohee and Taehyung reached their spot, they separated, Taehyung taking his place next to Yoongi as the best man. You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat as you smiled to your father and he lifted your veil then went to his seat in the front row. You walked a few steps to stand in front of Yoongi, who had tears sparkling in his eyes. “You are so beautiful.” His voice was a whisper and you smiled, taking his hand in yours gently.

The ceremony went smoothly and although neither of you prepared your own vows, it was still beautiful. You kissed him for the first time all day and smiled to the audience as you became Mrs. Min Yoongi.

During pictures you posed and smiled like you were supposed to but you weren’t truly happy. You had to tell the boys but they were both so happy, how could you? Taehyung noticed you weren’t happy and came over, “Are you regretting turning me down? I think we can get an annulment now if you like.” He smiled and rubbed your arm

You frowned and shook your head. “It's not that, I’m happy I married him it's just…”

“That I’m so amazing you can’t believe you’re really mine forever?” Yoongi came up behind you and kissed your cheek, making Taehyung groan.

“She liked me first you know.”

“She married me~”

“Guys enough. We promised not to fight over me, remember?” You sighed and took both of their hands, looking at them concerned. “I have news.”

They looked at each other then at you confused. You took a deep breath then smiled brightly. “I’m pregnant.”

Taehyung’s face was a mixture of hurt and confusion while Yoongi’s was just ecstatic. “I mean, congrats but why did you need to tell me now?”

Yoongi groaned as he hugged you gently. “Because you’re her best friend and she wanted you to be one of the firsts to know.”

“Hmm, yes but also. Tae, it may be your baby.” You spoke softly and Yoongi let you go, looking at you confused then your belly.

Taehyung blinked slowly and shook his head. “How far along are you?”

“7 weeks. That’s exactly how long ago we had our…. Couple of days.”

“Wait, it wasn’t just a one time thing? It was days?” Yoongi stared at you in disbelief but you were watching Taehyung, the light slowly growing in his eyes.

“Maybe. When can you find out?”

“Next week.”

“Then we’ll go with you.” Yoongi frowned at being ignored but nodded, putting his arm on the younger boy’s shoulder and smiling at you reassuringly.

One week later.

“Well as unorthodox as this is it seems they’re both the father.”

“What?” The three of you question the doctor and you held up your hand. “How is that possible.”

She handed you a picture, smiling softly and pointing at the two little dots. “You’re having twins.”

You blinked and stared at the dots, feeling tears forming in your eyes. You covered your mouth and smiled wide. “Twins.” You touched your belly slowly and looked at the two boys you loved the most in the world, both of them hugging each other and happy. “We’re having twins.”

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Bad news I'm still thinking about this wet cat of a man

(I can't find the original post that the text is from)

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AUtober Day 8: Fairytale

Prompt from @autober

I was stuck on this one until I realized it had been a couple of years since I'd drawn the Blooks for October and remembered that one bit with Mettaton's "play", so Pretty Princess (gender neutral) Blooks.

(The dashing hero is probably just Mettaton in a different outfit.)

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AUtober Day 1: Food & Beverage

Decided to try out @autober 's list this year! I'll probably do both fandom and OC stuff depending on what ideas I have.

Anyway, Control coffee shop AU where Jesse works at the counter in the Oldest House's lobby and has to make a delivery to the upper floors on the worst day possible.