#Candles reads mpreg

[quintessential-candles]

Are these their titles why is Ultimate always capital

[quintessential-candles]

Oh this is just exactly what I’ve been saying the whole time yeah

those people who say the same thing about every horror movie and it's like "i would've killed myself immediately wouldn't even have tried to survive" me about movies where a character gets pregnant

[ak319]

Yan Regent Consort x fem reader

Headcanon

(Warnings: This story contains matriarchal themes, fem dom such as mpreg, fem dominated world, role reversal, and BXG pairing! Yes, it's a boy x girl, so don't interact if you are not comfortable!!)

Xu Junlai was a boy who held different roles in the eyes of others, son to some, friend to some, an object of admiration or envy to others. He was born into a family of five sons and two daughters. His mother, Xu Huang, served as a minister in the court, while his father, Xu... well, he wasn’t married into the Xu family, he was merely a concubine of Junlai’s mother. Because of this, Junlai never received familial love, not from his step-siblings and not even from his mother, who was always either too busy or uninterested in family matters. Her absence from his life gave his brothers free rein to treat him as they pleased.

His oldest sibling was his sister, Xu Tai, whom everyone feared. She didn’t particularly dote on him, but she maintained order in the household whenever she returned from her training and service in the army. Xu Tai had high ambitions for the country, aspiring one day to become a commander or much better a General. His other sister, Xu Ai, was studying to be a scholar; she was a year older than Junlai, who himself was the second youngest in the family.

Junlai had long learned that if he didn’t stand up for himself and speak for himself, he would live a life of misery and eventually die alone, perhaps with no one to mourn his passing. So, he did speak for himself when necessary. A hard life had forced him into this role. It wasn’t as if anyone liked him before, or that he had earned any respect, so what was there to lose?

He had passions that he quietly pursued, calligraphy, reading books, sneakily borrowing them from Tai’s library at the estate and, most importantly, dancing. Yet he was made fun of, and ridiculed for his interests.

“Your father was a prostitute, and you doing this seems to scream that you are on the same path. You disgrace,” his stepfather, Xu Fen, sneered. But his words never truly hurt Junlai.

“But your sons are learning such skills too. Are they on the same path?”

“THEY ARE NOT! They are doing that so that when the time arises, they will be presented to the court for the new Empress and her harem. That is where their skills will shine; being a Xu, that is inevitable. You, however…”

“Mother may not have married my father, but she openly acknowledged that I have been granted the name Xu.”

“So? What are you--oh--so you want to enter the court? That might be the funniest thing I’ve heard this week. Part of the reason your presence here is sometimes bearable. Have you seen yourself? There is nothing graceful about you, such venomous features, that blank face, eyes like a devil’s. You are someone any woman would avoid, not bed.” Fen’s cackles echoed in the distance as Junlai stood in the garden, his usual blank expression firmly in place.

The court? But he didn’t desire any of that. That was a life of hell. As if my life is better now... Harem or no harem, at least he could demonstrate his skills and take a jab at his useless brothers. Perhaps that was the most thrilling part of it all. There was absolutely no chance that an Empress or even the Emperor Dowager would allow the son of a prostitute to enter the harem.

So, Junlai practised night after night, in the empty hall that felt both sacred and suffocating. The flickering candles cast shadows that danced like ghosts on the walls, whispering secrets of long-forgotten elegance. The sound of anklets chimed like distant bells, while the rustle of silken fabric filled the air, wrapping around him like a lover’s embrace. In the dim light, his body became a fluid extension of art, each movement imbued with a haunting beauty that could draw anyone into his graceful orbit. And perhaps, just perhaps, the voice that emerged from his lips was powerful enough to ensnare even the coldest of hearts.

But one fateful night, when he miraculously received permission from his mother to join the ceremony, everything changed. Three of his brothers discovered him lost in his usual routine, an ethereal vision in the half-light. As always, he expected their laughter, their scorn, but no... that night, the hall, once a sanctuary, transformed into a chamber of horrors.

Instead of melodies, the air was filled with his screams as they pinned him down, the laughter of his brothers echoing like a dark symphony. They poured scalding water over his feet, the pain searing through him, brutal and unrelenting--just a week before the ceremony.

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The day of the ceremony arrived, and you, the new Empress, had only been on the throne for a year after successfully defeating your sisters for the throne. However you were overwhelmed by the throng of men entering your court, you sat in silence, your mind already planning the next day's work while subtly noting the movements and behaviours of your court members.

The musical festivities began, likely your father's favorite part, as it allowed him to exert his influence over the affairs of the men. You had little energy to deal with such trivialities, and the classification of men in this way unsettled you. Your mother was deeply involved in it all, and you loathed the thought of it.

"Those are the sons of the Xu family, good-looking, aren't they?" your father remarked, his voice dripping with expectation. Your head snapped to his direction, and for a fleeting moment, you glanced at the display before you.

“Um, yes,” you replied, your tone devoid of enthusiasm.

Your father internally rolled his eyes at your lacklustre response. You might have bedded a few men and have a son with one of the concubines, but it was clear you weren’t taking any of them seriously. 'This idiot daughter of mine, clearly not worried about not having an heir still. By now your mother would have had three-'

"They came for you, so at least enjoy it a bit. If you prefer any changes, the music, the dance-"

"It's fine, Father. It's fine."

You granted your approval to Xu Huang in the end, an honest minister in your eyes, someone even your mother trusted. Her daughter, Tai, was a formidable warrior, perhaps the first to impress you with her skills.

As dinner commenced, no one anticipated the doors to swing open once more. A lone figure stepped into the hall, drawing everyone's attention, including yours. He was slender, his long hair tousled—surprisingly beautiful even in such disarray. Those eyes of his, empty yet hauntingly deep, bore into yours with an intensity that both intrigued and unsettled you.

His walk was seductive yet exuded an aura of defeat and determination. Silence enveloped the hall, a palpable tension as he stood in the centre, commanding attention. That’s when you noticed his feet, bare and crimson. You were certain that if you looked closer, you would see the dark stains of blood marring his skin.

It felt as though the entire court was holding its breath, waiting for you to question him. Just then, you caught the whisper of Xu Huang, “Son…” from her seat a few feet away.

Her son?

"Are you... Xu’s son?" you inquired, your curiosity piqued.

He nodded.

“Um--your Majesty, he was sick, so he couldn't perform earlier, although his name was registered on the list by me…” Xu Huang explained, her voice steady yet tinged with concern. You responded with a curt nod, your mind racing.

“If you are sick, then you shouldn’t be here,” you asserted, a protective instinct rising within you. You were certain the sickness plagued his feet. There was no way you would allow him to dance under such conditions.

“I want to dance,” he replied, his voice challenging and unwavering.

The spark in his tone caught you off guard. What an odd boy...

“Very well. Then do. I would like to see you dance,” you commanded, a blend of intrigue fluttering in your chest

“Your Majes-” Xu Huang began, but your glare silenced her immediately.

“Begin.”

As the sounds of the pipa and hulusi filled the hall, an almost electric hush fell over the audience. Everyone shifted their attention from their meals to the boy dancing, his presence so captivating that even your father, Wang Hua, sat bewildered. A simmering anger brewed within him as he grappled with his own intrigue. Are you seriously interested in him?

Though Hua possessed some knowledge about the boy, witnessing the fluidity and artistry of his dance made those thoughts melt away. Junlai moved as if in a trance, each motion a hauntingly beautiful expression that stirred something deep within you. The performance was mesmerizing, drawing you into a world that felt both ethereal and painfully real.

The only glimmer of envy and fury came from Junlai’s own brother and step-father, their faces twisted in disdain as they seethed at the spectacle before them. Even the blood that dripped from Junlai’s feet onto the glass-like floor seemed to only heighten their ire. They couldn’t maintain your gaze for even a moment, while Junlai seemed to command the room effortlessly, as if reigning over it with merely a flick of his wrist.

As the final echoes of Junlai’s performance faded, your ears, now deprived of the boy’s beautiful voice, were met once again with a profound silence that enveloped the hall.

Junlai stood with his gaze cast down, a picture of humility, while you rose from the podium, taking slow, deliberate steps toward him. A ripple of anticipation swept through the crowd, their eyes wide with curiosity about what would unfold next. To your surprise, the boy barely flinched as you stood before him, towering over his slight frame.

“Name?” you inquired, your voice steady.

“Junlai,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

“And who did this to you...?” You leaned closer, searching his eyes for the truth.

His neutral gaze met yours, and you sensed a flicker of vulnerability beneath his composed exterior.

“People... whom I would rather not talk about on such a glorious day... a day for you, my Majesty.” He lowered himself in a respectful bow, his head tilting downward, yet his posture remained defiantly graceful.

“Is that so...?” you mused, glancing at Naun, your attendant, who stood discreetly behind a pillar to your left. She nodded subtly, understanding the unspoken command in your gaze.

This boy not only is now part of your harem but...your choice for the night.

You were resolute, you would not entertain the other sons of the Xu family. What need had you for them? Junlai’s dance eclipsed all of theirs combined, a testament to his raw talent and spirit. You were not greedy, you simply sought the best. And he was not only the best but also intriguingly peculiar, a captivating boy you were eager to indulge in and explore further.

As you crawled on top of him, Junlai had been cleaned and prepared for your gaze, yet a small part of you missed his disheveled appearance, the wild, untamed beauty that spoke of his struggles. You soothed yourself with the reminder that he would soon return to that captivating state.

“When I asked you about the culprits, you didn’t name them. You don’t want me to punish them?” you murmured, your fingers brushing gently against his cheek, relishing the softness of his skin as he leaned into your rough hand.

“But you already have... by choosing me,” he replied, a hint of defiance in his voice. You couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound deep and rich. “You are... something, you know. I have never encountered a boy like you... but I always wanted to.”

“I never wanted this... to be in the bed of an empress, in her harem, but here I am…” His words hung in the air, laced with a surprising confidence. Something about you made him bold enough to voice such thoughts. You didn’t seem as cold and cruel as the whispers suggested, those comparisons to your mother fading in the warmth of his gaze.

Your deep chuckle reverberated against his neck, sending shivers coursing through his body. “Oh, how lucky I am then. More fortunate than any empress, for having caught you.” You pulled away slightly to meet his eyes, searching for the flicker of fear, but finding only intrigue. “Being in a harem means being mine, and I take care of what I own.”

“Do you fear me, Junlai?” you asked, your voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down his spine. “You should...."

His heart raced at the challenge in your tone. “I don’t fear you, your Majesty. I only fear what I might become under your rule,” he replied, daring to meet your intense gaze.

“Ah, but isn’t that the thrill of it all?” You leaned in closer, your lips brushing tantalizingly against his ear as you spoke. A gasp left his plump lips as you nibbled on it.

Junlai’s breath quickened as your gaze pierced into him, as if you were seeing not just the boy he was but the depths of his soul. The air thickened with an intoxicating blend of fear and desire. He could feel the heat radiating from your body, enveloping him in a cocoon of both safety and peril.

Your fingers danced down his arm, tracing delicate patterns that ignited his skin, setting his nerves alight. Junlai's breath hitched as he felt the heat of your body press against him, a heady mix of power and vulnerability.

“Do you see how beautifully broken you are?” you continued, your voice low and mesmerizing.

Junlai felt the walls around his heart tremble, caught in the magnetic pull of your words. “What do you want from me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, the challenge now tinged with uncertainty.

“Everything.” Your lips curled into a wicked smile, a promise of the chaos to come. “I want your loyalty, your obedience, and most importantly, your heart. I will not only keep you in my harem, I will make you my most cherished treasure.”

As you leaned closer again, your lips tantalizingly brushing against his, he could feel the weight of your intentions, his robe being done deftly by your rough fingers. “Now, are you ready to dance for me?” you asked, your eyes glinting with mischief and hunger."

Junlai nodded, a flicker of excitement igniting within him. At that moment, he was no longer just a boy marked by pain, he was a dancer, ready to twirl and leap into the unknown, to be claimed by you.

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Junlai sat in the veranda, gazing out at the distant mountains with a forlorn expression, his slender fingers tapping absently on the polished wooden rail. Though the quarters designated for the favored concubine were lavish, adorned with silks and priceless porcelain, the space felt hollow without you. If only he could give you a daughter, the coveted title of consort would be his. The thought flitted through his mind like an unreachable dream. And yet, as the days stretched into months, it was your absence that gnawed at him, leaving him restless and aching.

God, when would you return from the campaign? Two months had passed, each day heavier than the last. He endured the whispers, and the scorn from the other concubines who mocked him for his damaged feet, but he bore it all without flinching. He knew you valued him for his skill, his grace, the things that went beyond mere perfection. You had appointed the empire's finest healers to tend to him, a silent reassurance that he still held a place in your heart.

Even the Emperor Dowager, shrewd and discerning, seemed to favour him, perhaps because he respected his daughter's choices or was mesmerized by his art. Either way, his endorsement granted him a measure of safety within the harem’s hostile world. And yet, safety was far from his mind. He spent sleepless nights worrying about you, imagining the dangers you might face, each possible harm a dagger in his chest. His own safety meant nothing if you were not there, by his side, safe and triumphant. He danced in the empty hall , every night, all night even. His gaze at the marble wall at the end, imagining you sitting in your throne watching his performance. Every word, every step a testimony for your longing. If anyone else saw him at night , they would be scared for their life.

A boy dancing as if he was possessed.

What had he become? Another lovesick boy, a fool just like his father, infatuated, aching, lost to his devotion. He had once vowed never to become so vulnerable, and yet here he was, the intensity of his love binding him more than duty or obligation ever could. He used to revel in this power, at first motivated by pride, even defiance, to show his brothers that he had won something they could never touch. But now, with every beat of his heart, every drop of his blood, he was wholly, helplessly, irrevocably yours.

Although not long ago, one significant shift rippled through the palace, Xu Tai, the skilled warrior whose loyalty you trusted, was now appointed as General. Junlai took comfort in this news. His sister's allegiance was unwavering, and her impressive abilities spoke for themselves. You chose her for her skill and integrity, qualities Junlai respected, and even admired from afar. He knew that with Tai at the helm, your interests, and your life, were in capable hands.

He hadn’t anticipated finding peace in such a development, yet knowing Tai held this position gave him a strange sense of relief. However when he just received a letter from Tai herself, that sense of relief seemed to diminish.

You had been poisoned by an arrow at the battlefield. Thankfully the physician present did their best to take it out but it was unknown if you would come back alive. The news was also sent to the Emperor and eventually spread over the harem and then the country.

The news struck the palace like a tempest. Word spread first as whispers in dimly lit corridors, then as gasps behind silken fans, until eventually, the rumours became cries of despair from every corner of the empire. The Empress has been poisoned, they said, her life teetering on the edge. The harem held its breath, the concubines offering quiet prayers. Yet amidst them all, Junlai felt as though his entire world had shattered.

Days passed in agonizing limbo, and Junlai clung to any scrap of information he could gather. The air in his chambers grew thick with dread, the whispers of the other concubines like needles against his skin. Would she return? Could she survive this? He tried to still his racing heart, to banish the wretched possibilities that plagued him day and night, but his mind clung stubbornly to images of your pale face, the way you looked as he’d last seen you, strong, assured, untouchable.

But now, you were mortal. Wounded. Vulnerable.

He’d never felt so powerless. Each night he would sit in the garden, his injured feet barely feeling the cold stone beneath them as he gazed at the stars, praying fervently for your safety. Let her come back to me, he whispered into the darkness. Take my health, my strength, take anything you want, but let her live.

The news of the looming threat reached the palace in the dead of night, casting a shadow over an already grief-stricken palace. The Chief Minister summoned her closest advisors including Xu Huang, the walls of the council chamber echoing with grave voices as they strategized. The Wei Dynasty had betrayed them, their forces striking not only on the battlefield but now threatening the heart of the empire, taking advantage of your absence. This insidious plot was spearheaded by the rebel leader Guo Wang, a lecherous woman of ruthless ambition and bloodthirsty intent. Her name alone sent ripples of fear through the court, her reputation for savagery preceding her.

The capital was left vulnerable in a way it hadn’t been for years. With Tai, your most loyal and capable General, at your side on the battlefield, and your position as Empress left temporarily vacant, the capital was guarded only by lesser warriors and the remaining commanders, a force barely sufficient for an ambush of this scale.

Junlai’s despair deepened. He had kept his composure in the wake of your injury, holding fast to the hope that you would return to him. But now the looming threat to the capital turned that sorrow into fear and fury. He knew what would come if Guo Wang breached the palace walls, the carnage that woman would wreak upon all in her path. The court, the innocents of the capital, and, he shuddered, the vulnerable harem.

He understood now what his sister had never fully articulated, the key to victory was not in repeating the old ways, but in disrupting the enemy's expectations. And Guo Wang’s forces? They would be expecting the standard defences. They would expect the palace to hide behind walls, women in armour standing guard at every gate. That was their mistake. Junlai knew better. But being a man and more so a mere consort was something that Junlai couldn't change. Nobody would listen to him. Two weeks left before the Guo reaches them even if Tai had sent for backup to the capital, it would have taken them a bit longer to get here.

No, he would not let this slide. The audacity to kill you , trying to take you AWAY FROM HIM!?. He will fucking lay corpses upon corpses of these disgusting pieces of filth. He will BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!

"I will not rest until I see you fall, Guo Wang..."

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"Mother, please. Trust me. You have to listen-"

"Your only job is to stay here, in the harem, and bear her children! Leave the military and court decisions to the court and the Empress."

Xu Huang froze, his chest tightening at the cold dismissal. His mother, ever so pragmatic, always intent on keeping him within the narrow boundaries of what was deemed acceptable for someone of his position. But tonight, he couldn’t bear it anymore. The years of suffocating silence, the weight of expectations that had been placed on him, all of it came crashing down in a wave of defiance.

"BUT I AM DOING THIS FOR THE EMPRESS!" His voice rang out, sharp and unforgiving. Xu Huang recoiled as if struck, the shock of his outburst still fresh in the air. But his fury only seemed to fuel him further. "Her Majesty’s court, her harem... I will not let some barbarian come in and tear it all apart. And don’t forget it, Mother!" He took a step forward, his voice thick with venom, his eyes burning with a passion he hadn’t allowed himself to show before. The tears were a mask, barely held together by his pride.

"I WILL protect her, and I WILL protect this dynasty."

He let his words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of their implications. He stood taller now, a dangerous glint in his eye, as he moved closer, letting the venomous truth seep into every syllable. "As for bearing children, oh sure, I will. But I won’t do it for you. I’ll do it for ME. For MY future. I’ll be elevated, not you. You will always remain a slave to the system, while I may one day be a part of the Wang dynasty. And you know what that could mean." His voice dropped to a low, almost mocking tone. "How do you think Tai became the General? If I can place someone on the board, I can just as easily toss them out."

There was a flicker of uncertainty in Xu Huang’s eyes at the mention of Tai, but it was quickly masked. He knew the truth, he had no such influence, but the bluff was enough. It was enough to make his mother tremble. The stoic, unflinching woman who had held him back his entire life now looked unsure, her hands gripping the edge of the table as if seeking something to steady herself.

"What are you proposing?" Her voice, cold as ever, betrayed the slight quiver in her tone. She had heard his words, but was she truly willing to listen?

Junlai smirked, the edge of triumph curling at the corners of his lips. "Now, we are talking."

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Junlai had always been more than just a skilled dancer; his mind was a sharp, calculating instrument that never ceased its relentless pursuit of efficiency and innovation. While the others focused on traditional warfare, the old strategies, sieging, ambushing, and brute force, Junlai saw only limitations. What he needed was an advantage that would catch their enemies off guard, something that no one had considered. The answer, as it often was, lay in nature.

Birds.

The idea came to him one evening while he watched the flock of crows circling above the harem. Their wings cutting through the air with precision, their effortless movement, a pattern of chaos within perfect order. It wasn't just the birds that caught his attention, but the fact that they held the power to burn.

In the markets, there had been whispers of incendiary techniques used by distant lands, fire-starting mechanisms using birds trained to carry torches. The court dismissed this concept as superstition, yet to Junlai, it was a brilliant, unrecognised weapon.

Junlai would need to launch the birds at night when the enemy's defences were at their weakest. The element of surprise would be vital, he knew that as soon as the birds were released, they would need to fly directly to their targets, avoiding the natural predators and the dangers of interception. So he had the women train them, following his instructions.

He took advantage of the dark sky, the birds’ natural night-flying abilities, to send them directly into the heart of Guo Wang’s camp. The wind, as if in cooperation with his plan, would be at their backs, ensuring that the fires would spread faster.

The moment the birds were released, the chaos began.

As the trained crows took flight, their wings slicing through the air like silent messengers of destruction, the fire lit up, first softly, then raging. Guo Wang's forces had no warning, no time to react. They watched in horror as the embers from above ignited their tents, their supplies, and worst of all, their weapons.

The women who had been enlisted as fighters, strong in their defiance but unprepared for such an assault, panicked as the fire spread, consuming their weapons and armour. Their leaders scrambled, but the flames had already done the work. The camp was ablaze, confusion and terror rippling through the ranks. The birds had burned their half camp, crippled their supply chain, and taken away the one thing they held most precious, control.

Thus, it made it easier for the soldiers to attack Guo's forces and easily win. Junlai watched with pride as he saw Guo's head impaled and being paraded around inside the castle's walls. A perfect homecoming gift for you. A gift to prove that he was not just a man in your harem, but someone who would do anything to ensure your reign remained unchallenged. Which made him again fall into a pit of worry for your return.

"Her Majesty has returned!" one of the attendants announced, her voice echoing down the hall.

Junlai stood in the corridor of the harem, his heart pounding in his chest. He had not realized how much he had missed you until the news arrived, that you were finally returning from the battlefield, victorious, but at a terrible cost. The victory meant nothing if it came at the cost of your well-being.

He watched from the shadows with along with other concubines as you entered, your face a bit pale but overall with no less than a sturdy and imperial aura. Your steps echoed in the hall as you greeted your father, your son and for a fleeting moment, met his gaze.

His mind was torn between wanting to rush to you and knowing that you would hate such an open display. So, he waited, watching, every fibre of his being aching to be near you.

And you called him finally, after two painful days.

"I... Your Majesty," Junlai's voice cracked slightly, betraying his calm facade. He couldn't hide the flood of emotions that coursed through him, the concern, the longing, the worry. He took another step closer, his voice low, "You came back... but how long will it take until you're truly well again?"

You always held yourself in such high regard, and the idea of being seen as anything less than the Empress was a bitter pill to swallow.

"I am better," you said, your tone firm, but Junlai could see the exhaustion etched into your features. "The battle was won, and my soldiers did well. That's enough for me."

Junlai stood in front of you now, so close that he could reach out and touch you if he dared. His gaze softened even further, and for a moment, the two of you simply stood there, him staring into your eyes, his heart heavy with the thoughts he didn’t dare speak aloud. Then he was finally graced with your embrace causing him to breakdown.

"Whatever it takes. Just... don’t push yourself too hard. You need rest." He whispered getting his act together.

You gestured for him to sat beside you on the bed. "I heard from Father...about what you did." He gulped, his form of being just...a boy in love under your gaze.

"I... I just... couldn't-- I had to! I did it all in fear of what might... happen..." You raised his chin.

"You didn't do it for love, then?"

"Of course I did! I did it for you only!" He grasped your hand against his cheek, his eyes filling with tears, his voice breaking at every word. "You... have no idea... what... torture it was for me to live after knowing that happened to you... my Queen. It was worse than death itself."

A hint of a smile graced your lips. "I am proud of you. I am... proud of my choice too..." You gazed lovingly at his face and wiped his tears, pulling his frail body to your chest. "Tai told me you... always had an interest in warfare... sneaked in to read her books."

His heart stopped. His sister... knew? All this time... she did? Yet she...

"Um... I--- yes." His whole body shivered when your deep chuckle traveled to every cell in his body.

"I have made a... decision."

His hands fisted your tunic in anticipation. "You will be the Regent consort here when I am away. You will manage the harem, manage the safety of the capital, it's people. Charities and all."

Junlai’s heart skipped a beat. His initial instinct was to deny, to say that it was nothing, that he just did his duty and wanted nothing more than to be a mere slave to your love. But the way you spoke to him with a glint of respect, of something more than just duty, it made him pause.

You saw him. Truly saw him.

He swallowed hard, trying to suppress the trembling in his hands, the heat in his chest. Regent consort. The title echoed in his mind like a promise, like a dream he had never dared to imagine. No man had ever had it...it didn't even exist until now. He would be the first man in history to have that. He will be known by every generation to come..

"But--but I... I don't deserve it," he stammered, the weight of your approval sinking into him. "I am... only a concubine, someone who had no right to such a role. You shouldn't place such responsibility on me."

You leaned closer, your fingers brushing against his cheek in a tender gesture, lifting his gaze with a gentle but firm pressure. "You don’t need to deserve it, Junlai," you said softly, your voice carrying the weight of your conviction. "You have already proven your loyalty, your cunning, and your heart."

You emphasized with a small but significant shift in tone, "You are my mind in the harem. You will ensure that my absence does not shake the foundations of this dynasty. You will stand guard over the people, the capital... everything I’ve worked for."

Junlai’s hands clenched tighter around your tunic as he processed the weight of your words. The enormity of the role, the responsibility, it was almost too much. But the way you spoke, the way you believed in him, gave him a strength he didn’t know he had.

"Are you afraid?" you asked, your voice soft but direct, your eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made his knees weak.

He paused, feeling a swirl of emotions churn in his chest. Fear. Desire. Ambition. Hope. They all mixed together until he couldn’t tell where one feeling ended and another began. But he was honest with you, always. "Yes," he said simply. "I am afraid. But if it means standing by your side... I will do whatever it takes."

You smiled at him, a slow, dangerous smile that made his breath catch in his throat. "Good," you said, leaning in closer, your voice dropping to a low murmur and pulled him in for a gentle kiss.

He had never imagined that the harem would become more than just a gilded cage. He had never imagined that he would be the one trusted to hold the reins when you were away. But now, it felt like everything was changing.

He looked up at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt, any hesitation. But there was none. Only a quiet confidence that he knew, deep down, was meant for him.

"I won’t let you down," he whispered, his voice steady with determination, even as the weight of his new role settled over him like a mantle. "I will protect everything you’ve built, Empress. And I will make sure that no one dares challenge your rule."

You let out a satisfied sigh, your fingers trailing down the length of his arm as you leaned back, taking in the sight of him, your trusted consort, your mind in the harem.

His eyes softened, and for the first time since the battle, since everything had changed, he felt a flicker of peace settle in his chest. There was no going back now. But for the first time, he didn’t want to. He had you. And that was all that mattered.

Junlai leaned into you then, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath steadying as he let himself savor the moment, the moment where everything shifted, where he was no longer just a boy in your harem but the one who would protect everything you held dear.

Though, he mustn't forget one last thing~~

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"Ju-nlai?" Xu Fen stammered, his face twisting into an expression of disbelief. The boy, no, the boy, who once knelt before him, who had suffered beneath his cruelty, now stood in front of him as a figure that exuded nothing but cold authority. The sight rattled Fen to his core.

Junlai’s gaze locked onto him, dead and distant, as though he were staring through him. “I came to meet my brothers,” he said, his voice as calm as the still waters of a lake, but carrying the weight of a storm hidden just beneath the surface.

“Oh really? Why is that?” Fen’s words dripped with thinly veiled disdain, though his insides were anything but calm. He took a cautious step backward, uncertain of what Junlai intended. The boy had always been an afterthought, a lesser player in the family’s schemes. But that had changed, and Fen knew it.

Junlai’s eyes flickered over the room, moving like cold knives, and finally settled on the women standing behind him. His gaze was hollow, merciless. “Are you going to bring them out, or...?" His words trailed off, but the implication was clear. He wasn’t asking, he was commanding. His tone had a chilling finality, as though the fate of everyone in that room rested solely in his hands now.

Fen felt the air constrict around him, the tension thickening with each passing second. He swallowed hard, unable to hide his discomfort. With a reluctant sigh and a sour expression, he turned on his heel and went to summon the others, though it pained him to do so. He knew it was futile to resist. The man who stood in his mansion now was not the boy he had once controlled but something far more dangerous.

Minutes passed, each one dragging as Fen stood nervously, but when the Xu brothers arrived, they entered with a mixture of curiosity and defiance. They were offended, of course, by Junlai’s sudden appearance, but there was a deeper undercurrent of fear in their eyes

"Same as always..." Junlai murmured to himself, but his smile, if it could even be called that, was something else entirely. It was a sharp, knowing grin, filled with something dangerous. His voice rose, becoming almost melodic in its dark amusement. "Which is going to make it more fun!"

For the first time in the Xu household, the black sheep of the family, Junlai, let out a laugh, but it was no ordinary laugh. It was a hollow, manic laugh that seemed to echo off the walls. The sound was unsettling, almost inhuman, a reminder of the twisted journey that had led him to this moment.

Junlai’s eyes never left them as he spoke again, his voice low and chilling. “You see… I’ve come to remind you what happens when you think you can break me. You’ve burned me before… but now, I’m going to return the favour.”

Fen’s heart skipped a beat. He had always thought he could control Junlai, keep him beneath his bootheel. He had been wrong.

“Now, I think it’s time for you to understand what it feels like.”

It took one subtle gesture from Junlai and the guards moved quickly, and efficiently, grabbing the Xu brothers and laying them down on the floor. Their hands were bound, their legs spread wide, and Junlai’s eyes glinted with a dangerous gleam as he stepped closer, his boots making a soft but deliberate thud with each step. The room seemed to grow colder.

"No--p-please...forgive them...NO! I BEG YOU!" Fen's voice mixed with his son's pleas as well which earned him a slap from Junlai. That was all it took to reduce them to sobs and whimpers.

"Shut your fucking mouth, whore. And watch." He dug his hands into Fen's hair and steadied him beside himself. "Look, how cute they look." He giggled.

The guard poured more water onto the brothers' feet, the boiling liquid now bubbling and splashing as it engulfed their limbs. The screams grew louder, desperate. One of the brothers jerked against his restraints, his body writhing in pain, but there was nowhere to go. Fen could hear their flesh sizzling, the sound of raw skin peeling and blistering under the scalding heat. He wanted to look away, but he couldn’t. He had put them through this once before. Now it was his turn to witness the consequences. God, he always loved fire and its power. In fact, he began to see himself in it. Agile, dangerous, unyielding and most importantly, passionate when it came to you.

Fen watched, trembling, as the heat of the water burned into the skin of his sons. Junlai stood tall, his form casting a long shadow over the brothers writhing in pain, and spoke in a voice that resonated with unrelenting authority: “Let this be a reminder, boys." As he turned to leave, his guards following behind him, the sound of his laughter lingered in the air, a dark, triumphant melody that filled the hearts of those who heard it with dread.

Now is the turn of some concubines who have been acting up recently in your absence. Surely, they won't mind a little visit, right?

"Everyone stresses out your father soo much, don't they?" He cooed , caressing his flat abdomen as he settled in the carriage.

Nevertheless, it's all entertainment for him.

[reallyromealone]

SOULMATES 5

Muzan x male reader

Warnings: Omegaverse, male reader, mpreg, gay, arguing, shit gets weird ngl

She's a long fic

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Tengen set (name) behind him as the pillars drew their blades at the demon, the scent of pure rage falling off them in waves as Akaza smiled playfully before rushing at them.

(Name) saw the damage being done and made a run down the hall, not an easy task with a pregnant belly. The Omega realized how much of a maze this place was as the sound of crashing could be heard getting closer "nonono!" (Name) said shaking with fear for his pup, clenching his eyes closed as he hugged his belly, the sound of a woman laughing could be heard and it was almost in slow motion as black wisps covered his vision as a woman with white hair crashed through the wall fighting Shinobu, the pillar and (name) locking eyes before he blinked and was in...well he couldn't tell you where he was....well he didn't know where he was.

"H-how..." (Name) mumbled as he held his belly, looking down at his pup "did...did you do this?" (Name) was confused as he gently rubbed his belly, feeling a small foot kick back "thank you for protecting me my little dove" (name) said before standing and looking at his surroundings, he was in a field somewhere "might as well find shelter..." (Name) said wondering in a random direction, hard to see in the darkness.

He was thankful Muzan purchased him thicker materials, the night air slightly chilly against his skin "don't worry, I will keep you safe my darling" (name) said as he continued his journey.

"Where did he go?!" Tengen freaked out as the fight stopped for a second so all could process what the fuck just happened "where the fuck did you take him!" Tengen hissed out as he slashed at Akaza "we know as much as you do" the upper moon said causally "though our he won't be pleased with his mate and pup missing"

The realization amongst the demons dawned at the fact that they lost their Lords mate and Muzan was already well aware of the situation and like that the moons were gone.

"We have to find him before them" Tengen said coldly.

(Name) had been walking quite a distance before he came upon a shrine, old and abandoned but shelter none the less.

"Thank goodness your papa let me read those books, once I'm rested we can find food" (name) said as he sat at the tiny Engawa as the storm clouds rolled in, covering the dark sky "let's find some light..." He said worried.

Thankfully on the old shrine there were some candles and some match sticks "luck is on our side little one" he whispered as thunder rolled in "we got in just in time"

The storm raged on for hours, (name) humming his unborn pup a lullaby as he looked out the window, heart growing fond at the thought of his mate.

"I know this isn't the best but we will make it through this"

Muzan was ravenous with rage as he ripped apart the home he made for (name), the Alpha having moved the omega and pups belongings back to the infinity castle "when he returns he will never leave the castle" he hissed out all the lower moons bowing before him "find him, if he is harmed in any way you know what will happen"

Death.

It was a race between the slayer's and the moons, night and day for the Omega.

(Name) learned the shrine wasn't abandoned for too long, maybe a few months give or take, finding bedding and the like in a small closet "we really are lucky aren't we?"

(Name) constructed a small nest in the corner and removed his robes, revealing his shift that Muzan gifted him as apparently omegas wore these under clothes in the west.

The robes were large enough to suit as a makeshift blanket as he snuggled into the nest, the sound of rain soothing him as his pup moved slightly.

(Name) woke to the sound of cicadas as he opened the sliding doors to see the morning sun shine down on him, the rain completely gone.

Dressing himself the Omega stepped out and took a full look at his surroundings, what he thought was a shrine was actually an old farm "where there's a farm there's people" the Omega said softly while taking in his surroundings "I guess we're here for now..." (Name) said going back inside and taking a full look at his new temporary home "we should probably find people, we need food"

A month had passed, (name) using his survival knowledge Tengen taught him growing up and the Botany books Muzan let him read, finding roots and such and generally surviving.

He was outside sweeping the Engawa when a carriage with two women passed by and stopped while waving at him.

Curious (name) wandered to them "are you alright?" A woman asked curiously and (name) sighed "well you see... I have been stranded here" he explained and the two nodded "this farms been left behind by the former owners, the wife actually lives at our home..."

"Oh?" (Name) asked curiously "yes, you're welcome to come with us, we have a doctor in the village not to far from our home"

(Name) agreed to come with them, the women calling their home "eternal Paradise" where omegas and women go to find sanctuary under their ruler Doma.

Where had (name) heard that name before...?

The members of this place doted on (name), not a lot of people got pregnant here, having escaped abusive mates and the likes.

They spent their time bonding with the Omega, helping him get used to the space and finding darling baby clothes.

"I-I am actually trying to find my alpha... Or my brother, either is fine really" (name) said not wanting to admit he wants his alpha a little more, feeling a sense of betrayal at the thought of choosing between them.

"Maybe our Lord may know!" One of the omegas said happily as he cuddled (name), the Omega having spent a few weeks with them and though they were kind to him, he needed to get out of here.

"Really?"

"Of course, he's all knowing!"

(Name) was brought by the members of the 'eternal paradise' to their leader, a man with white blond hair and eyes (name) had never seen before "my... Hello little Omega, are you alright?" The man's voice was almost clipped, staged and calm.

"Hello lord Doma... I'm sorry to bother you like this" (name) said softly and doma smiled at the shy Omega "leave us" he said to the cult members who bowed and left the two alone "come here Omega..."

"You been through so much..." Doma said sweetly as (name) sat before him "why do you come to see me?"

"I-im looking for someone... Or someone's to be specific"

"I see... You must have travelled far"

"A bit, you see my brother doesn't approve of my relationship with my alpha and tried to take me back but I just wish they could talk a-and maybe work things out"

"They seem to really hate one another..." Doma said softly as the Omega nodded "they do, I-I just wish they could get along for the pups..."

"Well little one, you're welcome to stay in eternal Paradise for as long as you may need" Doma said softly, the demon letting (name) ramble and talk before the pups decided they wanted to have the attention "oh! Sorry... They have strong kicks" he said softly and doma looked curious "may I?" He asked and (name) let him gently place his palm on the others belly, feeling the movement.

"I'm having twins, my alpha is very excited" (name) said "oh! How rude of me, I spoke so much about myself but I haven't asked you about your day"

This actually threw Doma off for a second, people only come to him for guidance as they believed he could speak to the gods "My day was wonderful thank you" Doma said though today had been quite boring, hearing peoples woes and such.

But it was nice being able to talk about himself "I'm glad you had a good day! It must be hard running all this"

Doma didn't know why he let the Omega come see him every day, the two talking for hours.

Muzan failed tell Doma who his Omega was, the Alpha seeing as Doma never left the cult he wouldn't need to do so.

(Name) stayed for the remainder of his pregnancy, helping as he waited for the Alpha Doma wasn't looking for, the demon having grown attached to (name) who never asked from him anything but his company, the Omega clearly didn't understand what this place was or exactly what power Doma had but the Demon didn't mind.

"Oh... Oh no" (name) mumbled as liquid leaked down "no...! Alpha isn't here... He needs to be here..." (Name) sobbed out as the members tried consoling him, bringing him to Doma "I-I need alpha...! I need Muzan!"

The room halted at the name the Omega cried out, as Doma came to check on the issue "you're... That (name)?"

Another contraction rolled through as Doma began blasting his thoughts for his lord to hear "where is he?" Muzans voice spoke clearly before seeing his Omega get soothed by the omegas.

"You where here...?" Muzan felt like an idiot, not bothering to check with Doma because well as mentioned before, why would he?

He liked to keep out of the blonds head as much as possible.

The room cleared out of the members as Doma watched the two interact, he didn't know what he considered (name), the psychopath was attached to him but was quite pleased to know that they were mates with his lord.

That meant he could see him more.

"Shhh, dont fret Omega" Muzan said softly and like that Doma alone, the sound of a biwa heard.

He missed the peppy Omega already.

(Name) was clinging to Muzan as the Alpha tried soothing him, poor (name)s emotions spilling out fully as he tried to remain strong and calm but....

He missed his alpha so much.

Another contraction rolled through and (name) shook in agony "m-my brother..." He sobbed out "I-I want..."

Muzan kept trying soothing his poor omega "p-please... I need to see him..."

Muzan could feel the anguish from the bond and sighed summoning kokushibo and giving very clear instructions on what to do next.

It wasn't tengen who found the note in the night, attached to an arrow imbedded into a wall of the slayer's headquarters but instead Tanjiro who curiously brought it to Tengen as it was addressed to him.

'Tengen Uzui

Remember what killing me will do to your brother and the pups before reading the rest of this'

A thinly veiled threat Tengen noted as he continued.

'your brother and my mate is in labor though he demands your presence, bring whomever you desire but remember.

This isn't a battle.

Remember what this will do to (name)'

An address was added to the bottom, the Hashira shaking in rage but had to consider his brother.

It was a threat yes but... He needed to see his brother and the pups.

The address wasn't far, the slayer's managing to get there within half an hour as the moon hung high, the slayer's able to see the moons on guard both upper and lower "our Lord is with his mate, only the brother is allowed to enter" kokushibo said simply, eyes staring down the slayer's who were equally on guard, tengen walking forward "what is this is a trap?"

"He wouldn't risk killing his mates brother" tengen knew Muzan wasn't that reckless, the affects of that could put (name) into a drop or even a sleep especially seeing as the two siblings are incredibly close.

Tengen was let into the small home where (name)s scream could be heard, the Hashira rushing to see his brother being consoled by Muzan "hold his hand, he desires your comfort"

Tengen couldn't believe he was taking orders from a demon but when (name) reached out to him so teary eyed the Alpha instantly was at his brothers side as he gripped his hand almost painfully "darling I'm going to need you to push now" Muzan said and (name) shook his head "c-cant!"

"Yes you can... Come on darling, don't you want to see our pups?"

(Name) was sobbing as he tried pushing, letting out a painful groan as tengen supported his brother, whispering encouragement to the Omega "Fuck!" (Name) hissed out and that was the first time either alpha had heard him swear but not the time.

The slayer's and moons dead stared each other as Zenitsu tried not to make eye contact with them and Doma waved at Shinobu flirty to the woman's disgust "so.... Who thinks the pups will be human or demon?" Zenitsu asked finally and everyone stared at him with a look "they will obviously be human/demon!" And that created a debate as the poor Omega after four hours have birth to the pups, Muzan cleaning the pups before handing them to the Omega who looked at the two alphas "look pups, it's your uncle and papa..." (Name) was a mess but deliriously happy as the pups made little noises as the Omega scented them "thank you...both for not fighting" (name) said "I-I know this was..." (Name) was teary eyed as he clutched the pups "thank you..."

"Of course"

"Anything for you"

(Name) let the alphas hold the pups and watched Tengen make silly faces to the youngest pup, Muzan wrapping the pup so the folds moved to the left opposed the the right like the eldest.

Muzan was quiet with his pup, the two obviously bonding as the babe grabbed his finger with his tiny hand, the Alpha unblinking as he gently scented the pup.

The two alphas didn't want to admit it but they both had a deeper connection now that the pups were born.

Tengen knew he couldn't make his brother a widow and leave the little ones without a father and Muzan was well aware of the betrayal it would be to (name) to kill his brother.

It would be unforgivable.

"I... I don't want to be seperated from either of you" (name) said softly, playing with his fingers as the two alphas looked at him "please don't make me chose..."

(Name) never voiced his feelings on this but it was damaging that he was seperated from his loved ones because they hated each other.

He knew he was asking the impossible but he just wanted his family to get along.

"Please...."

"He eats people (name)..." Tengen tried reasoning with his poor brother who looked so heartbroken "I-I just want... I just want you guys to get along" and began sobbing, his distressed pharamones making the pups cry, the alphas now trying to soothe a crying Omega and two new borns, both looking alarmed though tengen was more openly worried "give me my pups!" (Name) hissed and the alphas complied "I-I just want my pups to have their family!"

Logically (name) knew why it wouldn't work but he just gave birth to two pups and his Omega was on high alert.

"(N-name)--""no! Out! Both of you!"

The two alphas were stunned but weren't given room to argue as the Omega growled at them.

And that's how tengen and Muzan were standing outside the small home wide eyed and kind of shocked.

"I- what...?"

"I wasn't aware my omega could react like that"

"Hes a Shinobi, he's capable of anything"

"...what happened?" Rengoku asked confused and Tengen didn't even process he was around demons "he kicked us out?" Tengen said still shocked.

"What did you two do?" Shinobu asked with a raised eyebrow and Muzan glared at her slightly "we didn't do a thing..."

"We refused to comply with what he wanted" tengen said "and what did he want?"

"For us to get along"

The moons and slayer's all looked at each other almost disbelieving "they literally eat humans"

"That's what I said!"

"Well unless you guys want (name) to let you anywhere near him or the pups, we can't fight" Tanjiro said simply and the two alphas realized he was correct, that would just make situations worse.

None of them knew how to proceed, a temporary truce being formed until they could settle on how to handle this.

(Name) was seething with rage as he flicked between consious and feral as his pups fed, the Omega kissing their tiny heads as he kept them close.

When the pups fell asleep, the Omega tucked them safely into the nest, body in pain from giving birth but he needed to keep his pups safe.

Crawling to the door he cracked it open to make eye contact with a six eyed demon and waved him over, completely ignoring his alpha and brother.

Kokushibo listened to his Lord's mate as he was held to equal importance by the moons, (name) whispering into his ear "could you tell Shinobu and Tanjiro to come here..." He asked softly, voice hoarse from screaming for four hours.

The demon nodded to the Omega who thanked him quietly before closing the door and returning to the pups.

The moons knew better than to not listen to (name) if they didn't want to face Muzans wrath.

The two slayer's went into the house where (name) doted over his babes "Shinobu... I want you to be the god mother...." (Name) said softly, not looking at them "I know if god forbid anything happens you will make sure they are loved and valued"

"I understand (name)" the Omega said watching the other "Tanjiro.... I have a request of you, I know it's a lot to ask but could you please get me supplies for the pups, I know you know what a pup needs and... Would you be willing to stay with me? Nezuko can stay as well but.. this is my first time really around children.."

"I-I would be honored!" Tanjiro said and bowed to the Omega "thank you...." (Name) said ushering them close "this is (child A) and this is (child B)" he introduced and Shinobu gently traced (child A)s cheek "they're beautiful..." She said softly "absolutely stunning" Tanjiro said genuinely as he smiled at the pups.

"I'm not leaving my pups with slayers" Muzan seethed as Shinobu explained the situation, and Shinobu wasnt having any of this shit.

She wasn't very happy her dear friend was mates with the king of jackasses but there wasn't much to be done!

"Well until (name) decides he wants to even look at any either of you, we will work in rotations on who watches him"

"And why should we listen to you?!" Daki hissed out, not wanting to take orders from a human "because I'm those pups god mother and what I say goes currently" Shinobu said with a smile.

Everyone could agree this was the weirdest and most uncomfortable time for everyone involved and no one was happy "where's Tanjiro?" Tengen asked confused and Shinobu just wanted to go home at this point "(name) chose him to essentially be a midwife of sorts to help him with the pup"

Muzan was furious at this, ready to rip the door open and bring his mate to the castle and force him to forgive him but it wasn that easy.

It never was.

So begrudgingly they worked out a crude schedule.

The forest was dense enough to keep out sunlight so it was one Slayer and one demon per shift.

Each shift being twelve hours.

[allwaswell16]

Part two of a fic rec of One Direction fics that have touch deprivation in them as requested in this ask. You can find part one here! If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Louis/Harry—

✦ Light, Spark and Fire (series) by green_feelings / @greenfeelings*

(E, 239k, music industry) Harry’s working on taking Louis’ walls down, until he builds his own up.

✦ The Longer the Waiting the Sweeter the Kiss (It's Better My Darlin' I Promise You This) by pleasinglouis

(E, 160k, small town au) Louis is a big city omega that can't stand stubborn alphas and Harry is the southern cowboy that hates the city

✦ Invisible String by BoosBabycakes / @boosbabycakes28

(E, 84k, pack dynamics) Louis swears on his life that that man came out of literal nowhere and he thanks each lucky star for having good breaks in his car.

✦ Your Gift is Wasted On Me by therogueskimo / @bravetemptation

(NR, 54k, neighbors) Omega Louis has severe touch deprivation and is averse to touch. But he’s fine. Really.

✦ You're Not My Type (still I fall) by Imogenlee / @imogenleewriter*

(NR, 38k, farm) Harry is only twenty-four and has no inclination to settle down at all, especially not at the behest of an Alpha.

✦ Follow Your Arrow by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 36k, canon) They said Louis playing alpha wouldn’t affect anything.

✦ Too Young To Know by @2tiedships2

(M, 35k, exes to lovers) the one where Harry doesn’t present as an alpha… until he does.

✦ Compass to my Soul by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(T, 31k, canon) Louis Tomlinson, omega, is 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time hoping his bandmates don’t notice him.

✦ never been a fan of change, but we’re still the same by fearsparks / @onlythebravest *

(T, 27k, uni au) after Harry's omega unexpectedly causes him to drop in the pub, their relationship is no longer the same.

✦ tread lightly on my ground by fairytalelights / @lookslikefairytale*

(E, 20k, mpreg) the one where Harry is having Louis' baby, but Louis doesn't know it's his.

✦ Keep Me Closer by zanni_scaramouche / @zanniscaramouche *

(T, 18k, uni au) Louis expects Harry to react poorly, maybe even file a formal complaint and that’s gonna suck ass but Louis won’t say shit cause he knows he deserves it, so he prepares an apology before Harry’s even turned around.

✦ how do I stay tender by jessicamcqueen

(E, 16k, neighbors) Louis has touch depri and Harry is the alpha neighbor that offers to help.

✦ Captain Cupid by @2tiedships2

(NR, 15k, friends to lovers) the one where Niall enlists his friends to help start a speed dating side hustle. Things don't go as planned... or maybe they do?

✦ Breathe me in, breathe me out by @lunarheslwt

(G, 14k, candle shop) Louis is drawn into a quaint candle shop in his desire to find ways to soothe himself while struggling with touch depri.

✦ A Fateful Snow by @parmahamlarrie *

(T, 13k, Christmas) Will Harry allow a simple misunderstanding keep him from the hottest alpha he’s ever seen? 

✦ Get Nesting & Soft Knots by ishiplouis / @pocketsunshineharry

(G, 5k, youtube au) AU where Omega Louis who runs a nesting materials Youtube channel meets Alpha Harry who knits his own blankets

✦ Perfect, For Now by @parmahamlarrie *

(T, 5k, neighbors) Moving to a new city is always hard, being away from home, finding your new community - none of it is easy. Dealing with all of this while being touch deprived is even more difficult.

—Rare Pairs—

✦ (I Was Broke) You Healed Me by @fallinglikethis

(T, 12k, Niall/Harry) Niall Horan is an unmated pregnant omega living on his own after his alpha boyfriend leaves him. 

✦ a little tenderness by @disgruntledkittenface

(NR, 10k, Harry/Niall) Harry’s never been around an omega in depri as bad off as Niall looks; most of the time, there’s an alpha friend or family member who can help out with scenting and physical contact.

[quintessential-candles]

MPREG?

great googly moogly. mpreg fhuti42iuoqyt8778t i7toty77yo,;; ;;;;;;

EMU NO THATS THE ELECTRIC FENCE

[babygirl-diaz]

Happy Birthday, Evan (Omegaverse Mpreg)

Let's just pretend today is Buck's birthday too

***

It was Buck's birthday, and he was very excited. It wasn't the birthday he was excited about. Turning 33 was nothing special. It was more so what his omega had planned for him. Granted, he didn't know what it was, but Tommy had been secretive for a few weeks and Buck knew he was preparing some kinda surprise for him.

"You okay?" Eddie asked him.

Buck looked at the other alpha and realized that he was bouncing his leg while looking at his watch repeatedly. He had abandoned the birthday cake his team had gotten for him.

"Got somewhere to be?" Eddie continued to ask, and a small smirk played on his lips.

"No, just- Tommy's got something planned for me and I wanna know what it is," Buck replied.

"Ohhhh...." Eddie trailed off and his smirk grew wider as he took a bite of his cake.

"What? Do you know something?" Buck asked, narrowing his eyes at his best friend.

"Know what?" Chimney asked, taking a seat across from them at the table with his own cake.

"Tommy's got something planned for Buck's birthday and Buck wants to know what it is," Eddie replied.

"Ohhh..." Chim trailed off as well and smirked, much like Eddie.

Buck narrowed his eyes and looked between the alpha and the beta. "What aren't you telling me?"

Chim and Eddie shrugged and went back to eating their cake. Now Buck's curiosity had gotten worse.

***

As soon as his shift was over, Buck threw on his clothes and practically ran out of the firehouse like his ass was on fire.

"Have fun!" He heard Eddie yell and laugh behind him.

As soon as Buck got into his jeep, he received a text from Tommy. -Hey, baby, can you pick up my favorite biscotti from Costco on your way home?-

Buck frowned when he read the message. -Costco is 20 minutes away from here-

-Please? 🥺️-

Buck sighed and texted back. -Fine.- He drove to Costco and got Tommy's favorite almond biscotti with a chocolate layer on the bottom.

When he got back home, Buck found a note taped to the door. He picked it up and read through it. "When you come in, you'll find a red blindfold on the side table. Put it on"

Buck felt a thrill pass through his body as he read that. He went through the door and found the place covered in darkness, only lit up with tea-light candles. Buck couldn't help but chuckle. Tommy was such a firefighter. Of course, he wouldn't use real candles. A path led up to their bedroom, decorated with red rose petals and tea-light candles.

Buck put the biscotti and his keys down on the side table and picked up the silk red blindfold instead. The cloth had a note stuck to it. "No cheating," it read.

Buck put on the blindfold and tied it behind his head. He then slowly walked towards their room, hoping he wouldn't trip up on anything. He had noticed that Tommy had moved all hazards out of the way.

"Hi, baby."

Buck jumped slightly when he heard the voice in his ear. "Whoa, warn a guy next time, princess."

Tommy laughed in his deep voice and kissed behind Buck's ear.

"Happy birthday, Evan," he whispered in his ear again.

"Um... Thanks, but what's happening?" Buck asked, confused.

Buck could feel Tommy move around to face him and then he leaned in to kiss the alpha. Buck eagerly kissed him back. Soon he was pushed on the bed and it bounced under him as he landed on the mattress. The omega climbed on top of him and Buck's hands immediately landed on his hips. He could feel something silky under his fingertips and he moved his hands down, feeling the silk material. His hands moved to Tommy's thighs and felt the netting and some kind of hook. His breath hitched and he moved his hands inside feeling his bulge straining through what felt like a thong. "Shit... Are you wearing lingerie?"

"Yes," Tommy simply replied.

"Fuck... This is a great surprise," Buck said. He was dying to remove his blindfold.

"That's not the only surprise," Tommy replied. Instead of saying anything, he removed one of Buck's hands from under the lingerie and rested it on his flat stomach. "...So my last heat did the trick it seems."

Buck was a little confused and then it hit him. He opened and closed his mouth a few times unable to believe what he was hearing. "You're pregnant..." he trailed off.

"I am," Tommy confirmed.

Buck immediately removed his blindfold and threw it aside. He grinned like a crazy person and felt himself tear up. Tommy was smiling back at him with tears in his own eyes. "We did it," he said. "We're FINALLY having a baby."

Buck laughed and sat up on the bed, wrapping his arms around his omega's gorgeous body. He leaned up to kiss him. "God, you're so perfect."

Tommy laughed and shook his head. "I love you."

"I love you too," Buck replied and kissed him one more time. He carefully flipped them around and continued to kiss Tommy with his hand slipping under the lingerie dress again.

But then he remembered something, and he stopped. "Wait... Did you tell Eddie and Chim about the pregnancy before you told me?"

Tommy let out a long-suffering sigh. "You don't wanna know how they found out."

[quintessential-candles]

I’m overstimulated who wants to read some more mpreg

[luvtonique]

I dunno if this is a temporary thought but it's something that's been in my head for a few years now.

I'm kind of growing tired of the fetish scene when it comes to art.

Like, I'm growing less and less interested in just kinda nasty pictures of characters fucking with like, new evolving fetishes showing up every other day like urethral knotting and ball-breasts being the latest I've been seeing.

I've also been seeing a bunch of like, ultra hyper obesity stuff lately, with like asses that have double cheeks like a neck has double chins and they're like squishing over their clothes and they have like 2 foot low dangling sweaty nutsacks and stuff.

Like, as I've been working on Melodi I've really been thinking a lot about how overt fetish porn is just getting gratuitous at this point.

I remember when the grossest thing in the world was Mpreg. Remember that?

Remember when unbirthing was the nastiest thing ever? Or even vore? Remember when vore was so nasty that people were like puking over it?

We're at a point where vore is basically tame now. People are so desensitized that they don't even care.

We're seeing every character from every franchise now regularly being turned into a morbidly obese sweaty fat blob that's spreading their massive donut-shaped asshole open and getting 16 giant sweaty horse cocks from tiny-headed hyper muscle women shoved into it at the same time and the response I keep seeing is just "God this is so fucking hot"

And I'm looking at it like "Does every fucking thing have to turn into hyper fetish shit now?"

I just read a comic earlier where the premise is that a girl breaks into a room, rips her clothes off, shoves a candle up her cunt and sprays pussy juice all over an entire tavern, and I'm sitting here like "Why the fuck is this what people are drawing now? What the fuck happened to characters just being attractive? Why do they have to be these fucking insanely fetishized sex freaks?"

Anyway.

Dunno how long this feeling will last but like... I'm kinda sick of ultra fetish stuff. I kinda want vanilla porn back.

[quintessential-candles]

It’s great, thank you

I hope the mutuals are enjoying the mpreg and I am sorry

[woodsworth]

Laois waking up, feeling like he’s having a nightmare – something heavy is resting on chest? He is cold, and an unpleasant sensation of movement beneath him, crawling over his skin… He is in danger! He opens his eyes to find an unsetteling familiar and yet changed face smiling at him, fangs glistering in the candle light. He shudders as he is greeted by the demon wearing Kabru’s face…

STOP- screech- This is what I sort of had in mind, demon!Kabru surfacing and fucking Laios and breeding with demonic bodyparts and mpreg/omega shit going on and all angst between Kabru!human and demon batteling and and and … But since Dungeon Meshi is so funny and light to read/watch the following stuff blocked the serious depraved fanfic in my mind from getting written. Have some lore/production notes/bloopers to read on A03 if you want to, sorry/ not sorry for not delivering ^^

[ao3feed-jaydick]

here comes the candle

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50585254 by scrylirious “Does Bruce know that you’re pregnant?” Jason blinks once, twice, his throat slippery with panic. He’s not wearing scent patches, he realizes all at once. This whole time— this whole fucking time he’s smelled like knocked up omega and Tim didn’t say anything. He swallows. "No. It’s not any of his fuckin’ business that I am. It’s nobody’s business.” “You don't have to tell me,” Tim says, looking caught between guilty and surprised and something else that Jason thinks might be a little hostile. “I won’t tell him.” A pause. “Or Dick.” A series of vignettes, of sorts. Jason Todd— dirty, toothy, vindictive— can’t quite figure out how something as small and fragile and helpless as a fetus has taken root inside of his vile uterus. Words: 12665, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Jason Todd Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Implied Mpreg, Omega Jason Todd, Alpha Dick Grayson, Alpha Tim Drake, jason gets the snot kicked out of him, dick is a beautiful bastard, selina kyle briefly adopts jason todd, there’s a baby in here somewhere read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50585254

[a-being-of-chaossss]

Kiri linked a Saiouma mpreg fic and I checked it out as a joke but it's actually really good and them Candles took it and now Static's going to read it and I don't know what's happening help

TwT WHY IS THIS HAPPENING IN MY MUTUAL CIRCLE

[quintessential-candles]

is this about the mpreg

@quintessential-candles we need to have an intervention

[soft-bellied-tannies]

Real Baby or Food Baby?

Read here or on AO3! - ⚠️ ABO/Implied Mpreg/Feminization ⚠️

Spending the night before creating a plan, Jungkook sent an ominous text to Jimin that morning.

The alpha knew his mate probably was thinking about it all day because he loved when Jungkook planned something more special than just a standard stuffing.

Jimin enjoyed an extra push or being sent out of his comfort zone and Jungkook was nothing if not an alpha who provided for his mate.

Jungkook had told his mate to put on one of his stretchy, fitted dresses and set up the table for dinner. The alpha was picking up a significant takeout on his way home from work and looked forward to seeing how much Jimin could handle that night.

It had been at least a month since their last proper session so the alpha decided his omega deserved to be spoiled while also having a little treat for himself.

After debating between sushi and pizza, Jungkook ended up going with jajangmyeon. Jimin loved it with a decent heat level and somehow, he could always finish his noodles when motivated the right way. 

Although this time, the alpha bought three orders and was going to see if his mate was up for the challenge.

Between the hefty servings of noodles taking up space alongside the nice effect the spice would have on Jimin, the alpha knew it was going to be fun no matter how much his omega finished. 

Jimin met his alpha at the door when he arrived home, looking beautiful in his dark green dress. The fabric clung to his soft tummy that was finally starting to show in tight clothes all the time instead of just when he was full.

Jungkook knew that everything would be set exactly as he asked - the only thing Jimin loved more than his alpha and good food was praise. 

The table had plates and utensils as well as an assortment of water, soda, and beer. Jimin had even turned on quiet music and dimmed the lights with a few candles that created a nice ambiance.

They both enjoyed creating romance and intimacy out their nights like this, not necessarily into the messier or more intense side of their shared kink. 

Jungkook started unpacking the containers and noticed the omega’s eyes widen when he counted four orders of noodles, meaning three were intended for him.

Jimin almost seemed a little nervous, but the alpha could tell he was excited more than anything else - his sweet honey scent filling the room.

Once it was all spread across the table, Jungkook encouraged him to dig in while he went to change. The alpha knew that Jimin probably expected him to come back in comfy clothes for the rest of the night, but he actually just exchanged his suit for a casual t-shirt and jeans look.

Jimin paused mid-bite and looked at his mate in confusion, asking if Jungkook had plans after dinner.

The alpha simply told him it was a surprise and to keep eating his noodles. The instruction sparked new energy in Jimin and he eagerly dug back into his first container.

For the next ten minutes, the couple ate together in comfortable silence - mainly because Jimin kept a steady stream of food going, only taking breaks to sip on his beer or soda. 

Jungkook was honestly impressed to see how quickly his mate finished the first container. Jimin set it down on the table in front of him, the metal chopsticks clinking together as he leaned back in his chair and chugged down the second half of his beer.

The alpha noted the start of a swell to Jimin’s belly already filling out his dress, the savory saltiness of the noodles paired with both his frothy beverages bloating his stomach. 

The alpha swapped the empty container for the next full one after refilling the omega’s drink selection, tenderly rubbing Jimin’s stomach as he whispered praises in the omega’s ear.

Jimin’s cheeks flushed from the encouragement as he started in on container number two. Jungkook went back to slowly working through his own portion of dinner, mostly caught up in watching his mate enjoy their meal. 

Jimin paused, once again, to take a drink which end up being him draining his second glass of beer in one go. The noodles were very savory so it made sense that he needed a little palate cleanser.

Jungkook was well aware of his omega’s high tolerance, but he grabbed the glass and pushed the soda closer to him - making it clear to go for that one next. He had plans for the evening that didn’t involve getting tipsy although he did tuck that away for another night. 

While Jungkook arranged Jimin’s drinks, he watched his mate rubbing the side of his stomach; his chest was heaving just a bit after chugging his beer and it took him a couple of seconds to catch his breath.

The alpha kissed his forehead and decided it was time to do a check-in. Jimin seemed grateful for the question as he asked for a little break to digest. 

The omega’s stomach was forming a sweet little paunch; his dress continued to accentuate the bloat of salty noodles and carbonation.

Stuffings had started giving him such a taut roundness to his tummy now that he had added a bit more weight to his frame. Jungkook recognized the feeling was from a very primal place within his alpha, but every time he saw Jimin like this, he was absolutely love-struck by the sight. 

Jungkook encouraged him to keep going after a few minutes of gentle massage, knowing Jimin ate more when he ate faster. The little stomachache afterward was always worth packing more in given the results.

The omega nodded and jumped right back into his second container, now halfway gone.

The next half went down like a dream and Jungkook was genuinely impressed at his determined second wave.

Jimin looked at him, waiting for number three with a polite hand over his mouth to cover a few tiny hiccups and belches from the amount he had just sent down. 

Jungkook asked if he was alright and if Jimin was certain he could handle the third container, not wanting to push too far but leaving the decision in his mate’s hands.

Jimin admitted that it was going to be a nice stretch and he genuinely had more room, cheeks probably flushed with a little embarrassment if they hadn’t already been tinted red from the efforts of eating over the past hour. 

The alpha knew his mate’s stomach capacity had certainly been increasing over the past few months, but Jungkook made a point to check as Jimin sometimes would get caught up in wanting to please him and end up uncomfortably full following some more intense stuffings.

He trusted Jimin’s answer and slid the last container closer, deciding to feed it to his mate himself. 

Bringing big bites to his mouth, Jungkook immediately noticed that the third container was a slower process, with more time chewing and more sips of his soda in between bites.

At the halfway point, Jimin reclined back into his chair instead of leaning forward over the table - needing to let his belly stretch and accommodate his full stomach.

Jungkook’s eyes were stuck on his midsection. Leaning back showed the damage of the stuffing so well.

His belly was perfectly round, bloated, and tight to the touch - only further highlighted by the perfectly formed fit of his dress. The alpha abandoned the container to get his hands on Jimin’s body.

The omega had been moaning and groaning through each bite and finally said he didn’t know if he could finish the third container.

Jungkook stilled for a moment in thought and almost gave up on his plan to push his mate through the last part of the noodles, but he was looking forward to tonight’s idea so he decided to call it. 

Jungkook put the lid back on the container and told Jimin that he did an amazing job. He did ask the omega to finish the rest of his soda, the carbonation good for the tight bloat of his stomach.

The dress stretched nicely over his belly and he watched it expand just a little more as Jimin chugged down the rest of his glass.

Jimin went to press on the top of his belly, probably to push his food toward digestion, but the alpha stopped his hand.

Jungkook wanted him to stay stuffed tight for as long as possible. He gave one gentle press to the top of his mate’s stomach to push out the pocket of air.

Jimin let out a short belch and Jungkook watched as his stomach pushed just slightly farther, settling more after the air was released to its final stretch - not his max capacity but pretty close considering his plans for the evening.

Jungkook was going to test something out that Jimin had mentioned during the last big stuffing about three months ago.

At that moment, the omega said that his belly was so prominent that he looked pregnant.

Although the couple both didn’t want kids at that time, something about the comment had Jungkook thinking. He wondered if they could stuff Jimin so well that someone would think he was expecting and they were going to find out.

Offering his hands to help the omega stand, Jungkook smirked while Jimin looked at him as if he were insane.

If anything, they typically camped on the couch for at least an hour before moving to the bed. Getting up and out was going to be a challenge and the first time they tried anything like this.

With a huff, Jimin accepted his alpha’s hands and scooched to the end of the chair. Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh when Jimin moved one hand to his lower back to help himself up.

This may be easier than he initially thought if Jimin kept up those little habits that really sold the look of a pregnant omega.

Jungkook encouraged him to walk to the door and wait for him to grab their jackets and his wallet. The alpha told him that he would help with his shoes in a moment.

Jimin’s eyes widened and he looked down at his prominent bump.

The omega gulped nervously and brought a hand to rub the top of his belly in a soothing motion. “We’re going out? Like this?”

The alpha smiled and winked. “Yeah, baby, you deserve dessert after that performance.”

“Oh, um, okay, thanks,” Jimin replied, not sounding entirely convinced and quite nervous. 

Jungkook walked over and cupped his mate’s cheeks, offering a kiss.

“Hey, we don’t have to do this. Tell me to stop and we will go lay in bed, put on a movie, and cuddle. It’s just an idea that I thought we may like to try out.”

Jimin looked at him with complete trust and knew that Jungkook would always take care of him. “No, you planned such a nice date night. I’m sure it will be fun.”

“Great. I wanted to take you to that new ice cream parlor. We can take the train,” Jungkook replied, instantly easing the mood back up with his excitement. 

The omega just nodded and watched as Jungkook bent down to slip Jimin’s sneakers on and tie them. Jungkook put the jacket around his mate’s shoulders and appreciated how his belly was peeking out from the side.

With a bolstering kiss, they left the house and started walking towards the train station.

Jungkook held Jimin’s hand and tried to suppress his smile at seeing the omega waddle a bit to accommodate his full stomach. The food must have been heavy in his belly, barely digested, and topped up with carbonation.

Jimin was an absolute vision in his eyes.

As they approached the train station, the couple caught the eyes of an older beta woman who smiled as she passed them on the street. She looked from Jimin’s belly to the couple’s connected hands back to the omega’s belly.

Jungkook held his breath, hoping she would say something but no comment, just a pleasant smile.

Arriving at their boarding stop, the stairs were an unexpected challenge. Jimin groaned on each step down, mumbling about how full he was and that he felt huge.

Jungkook assumed that his mate might’ve been teasing him, knowing comments like that would rile the alpha up. 

However, when the omega was actually short of breath at the bottom of the stairs, Jungkook realized that Jimin had absolutely meant what he said. The alpha had to maintain full restraint not to openly ogle him in the middle of the train station. 

The timing worked well, and the train came just a few minutes after their arrival. Jungkook led them into a fairly full train for mid-evening and he searched for two open seats to no avail.

His mate honestly looked like he was a little teary-eyed at the thought of standing for the entire ride, wanting to rest his full belly after the brutal staircase. 

Jungkook rubbed the small of Jimin’s back to comfort him when an alpha spoke up from the bench next to them. The woman got up from her seat and gestured for Jimin to sit.

“Here, sweetheart, take my seat.”

“Oh, thank you, ma’am,” Jimin replied and he moved his hand to rest on his lower back before lowering himself to the seat.

Jungkook didn’t know if his mate was moving that way subconsciously or if he was onto the alpha’s plan, but Jimin was certainly playing the part of the pregnant omega very well. 

Jungkook moved to stand beside his omega, appearing to be the fully protective alpha, and said thank you to the alpha who offered her seat. She looked to be older, maybe in her fifties or sixties, and Jungkook waited in anticipation to see if she had more to say.

After a few moments, the woman said what Jungkook had been waiting for since you left the house - making the entire plan absolutely worth it. 

“First-time parents?” she asked nicely, her tone genuine and sweet. 

“Hmm?” Jimin responded, feigning innocence as if he didn’t hear the woman’s question.

Jungkook could tell that his mate was a little shocked by the implication even if he was just as hopeful for that appearance as the alpha was.

The woman smiled and asked again, “You both look pretty young. Are you expecting your first?”

Jungkook had to fight off his feelings of smugness, plastering an excited smile on his face and replied, “Yeah, we are pretty excited.”

The alpha then noticed another elderly mate couple that was smiling from the next bench over, listening to the entire interaction.

The elderly omega joined in their conversation, asking, “Boy or girl?” 

“Keeping it a surprise. The whole idea still seems so new,” Jungkook replied, earning a pointed look from Jimin that was hidden from the others when the omega turned to face his mate. The alpha had done his best to stop laughing at his mate’s reaction.

“Ahh, we get it. Congratulations either way!” the alpha who offered them the seat for Jimin said, still smiling at the young couple. 

Jimin returned their happy sentiment, finally finding the words to speak. “Thank you! We appreciate your kindness.”

The alpha seemed endeared by Jimin’s sweet response. “Of course! I couldn’t make you stand the whole time. I remember when my wife was in the second trimester - lots of back pain. She would’ve had my head if I kept you on your feet.”

Jungkook looked down to see Jimin’s cheeks shining bright red as he smiled, rubbing his belly gently.

Before any more could be said, the train came to a stop and the alpha offered his hand to help his mate stand up.

Nearly making the alpha laugh again, Jimin made a show of getting up, pushing out his belly, and thanking all three of their kind observers again.

They walked off the train and Jungkook instantly directed them to a quiet corner to get his hands on his mate’s round middle.

“You hear that, baby. Second trimester. I wonder what he would have thought if I said you were stuffed to the brim with noodles instead of a baby,” Jungkook teased, peppering Jimin’s red cheeks with kisses as he tenderly rubbed his tight stomach. 

Jimin whined and tried to cover his face. “Oh God, it was so embarrassing. I can’t believe that just happened.”

Jungkook scoffed, landing a few gentle pats on Jimin’s stomach and making it jiggle up and down a few times.

“Was it? So embarrassing that you were waddling and laying it in thick with a hand on your back, pretending like you weren’t just well-fed and bloated. My pretty Minnie looks all knocked up.”

Jimin moaned quietly as his alpha continued his discreet belly massage. Between the situation of what just happened, the weight of his belly, and the fact that this conversation was happening in public, the omega was completely overwhelmed.

Teasing at home was one thing, but Jimin was definitely discovering something about himself in the semi-private corner of the train station. 

“Still want that ice cream? Gotta keep this belly tight and round for the ride home. You might get another free seat if they think you have a baby in here instead of a food baby,” Jungkook asked, continuing his verbal and physical taunt that was definitely affecting them both.

Feeling a little weak in the legs, Jimin leaned further into Jungkook as he knew his alpha would be glad to wrap his arms around him.

“Yes, please, need more. Want more.”

“Of course you do, always need more. This nice belly needs to keep growing. Maybe next time, they’ll say the third trimester,” Jungkook whispered in his omega’s ear, his arms sneaking around Jimin’s waist and feeling his omega’s stuffed belly fighting against him. 

“Next time?” Jimin whimpered, the omega ready to melt into a puddle of embarrassment even though he absolutely loved the idea of doing this again. 

Jungkook knew that he needed to bring it back down, pushing Jimin very far in a very public area, but he couldn’t resist one final comment.

“Oh yeah, next time. We’ll go farther, and see how long you can be stuffed up. We will have to stop along the way to refill, won’t we? Maybe we’ll go on a trip, and keep you stuffed the whole time.”

Jimin had to bite down on Jungkook’s shoulder to hide his guttural moan. “Fuck, yes, please.”

“But first, ice cream,” Jungkook prompted, encouraging Jimin to leave his little hiding place.

His touches became more caressing than teasing. As soon as his omega pulled away from his shoulder, Jungkook pulled him into a tender kiss. 

Taking a moment to breathe through his lingering arousal, Jimin finally came back to himself and gave his alpha a beaming smile. “Okay, ice cream.” 

Jungkook chuckled, completely endeared by his mate, and leaned back in for a chaste peck. He offered his arm to Jimin with a gentlemanly gesture making his mate giggle and hooked his arm through the alpha’s elbow to direct them toward the station exit. 

Jimin halted as the station opened up to the street. “Damn it, more fucking stairs.” 

The alpha spent the entire ascent laughing at his mate’s pronounced waddle up the staircase. Jimin pouted and scolded him the entire time, feeling breathless once again at the end. 

“Okay, new rule - no stairs next time,” Jimin declared, hand on his belly as he panted through the effects of carrying his stuffed self up the stairwell. 

“Well, someone came around to a next time pretty quick, huh?” Jungkook teased, starting their walk toward the ice cream parlor with a smirk. 

Jimin smacked his arm and rolled his eyes. “Oh hush, just keep walking. I want mint chocolate chip with sprinkles like right now.” 

Jungkook leaned over and kissed his temple with a little huff of laughter, followed by another tap to the omega’s middle.

“Man, you are really committed to the act, baby. Playing up the cravings and everything.”

The omega gasped as the blush returned to his cheeks, smacking the alpha’s arm once again. “Oh my God, shut up!”

[teamhauntediiau]

Now that Balloon is here..

Ahem ahem..

Silver, Balloon, let me read you a story called.. "Silver Suffers With Morning Sickness".. /j

(OH NO)

Balloon: "Uhhh, right now, Silver's checking out the bedroom with Candle, so I'm just going to check it out and see-" ... Balloon: "Why is it tagged Mpreg."