#I still keep covering my face trying to keep all the screams and emotions inside while I type this up

[ahhrenata]

GO TIGERS GO 📣

@chocoarts has once again blown my mind by bringing my little steddie lines to life. I don’t even have words to describe how in awe I am of choco’s skills. The lighting, the colors, the style, EVERYTHING is just so breathtaking- I’m forever grateful and honored to collab with you 💕

Concept: I say both of us! I said a pre-s4 steddie pep rally and you specified s2 :)

Literally everything else (including Reefer Rick 🤩): @chocoarts

the bare-bones sketch i sent under the cut:

[heartysworld]

Love, Lando, Milo // LN4

Lando Norris x Female Reader

Where Milo turns out to be more supportive than his dad

W. C: 2k

A/N: Milo has become a constant in my Lando fics, but since I don't see anyone complaining, I will keep on including him

MASTERLIST

The night was still. The kind of stillness that should be soothing, but instead, it felt heavy and uncomfortable. You shifted again, trying to find a position that didn’t make your back scream in protest. It was nearly impossible. Every time you thought you had it, your bladder demanded attention or a new wave of nausea rolled through you.

You tried to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to disturb Lando more than you already had. His breathing was steady and deep beside you, the sound normally a source of comfort. But tonight, it only highlighted how restless you were. You turned again, hoping to find that elusive comfortable spot, but it was no use.

Around 3 AM, you got up for what felt like the fifth time. You shuffled to the bathroom, your swollen feet aching with every step. After relieving yourself, you wandered into the kitchen, craving something to eat. Anything to soothe your grumbling stomach and kicking baby. You grabbed a banana and slowly made your way back to bed, hoping this time you wouldn’t disturb Lando.

But as you slipped back under the covers, Lando stirred and sat up, rubbing his eyes.

“Again?” he mumbled, his voice tinged with irritation.

“Yes, again,” you snapped back, unable to contain your frustration anymore. For the past few days, Lando's been complaining about your midnight adventures around the house as his sleep schedule struggled as much as you did if not even more. At first, you didn't say anything, apologizing and closing your eyes in an attempt to fall asleep. However, as the days passed you felt like your were getting lonelier by the hour and evem more responsible for your fiancé's discontent with the situation in your own home, the sleepless night and constant tossing and turning.

“I’m pregnant, Lando. It’s not like I’m enjoying this.”

“Well, I’m not getting any sleep either,” he retorted. “I need to be in top shape during the season. This lack of sleep isn’t helping. No wonder I haven't been able to get anything done for the past week. It's useless.”

His words felt like a slap in the face. Tears welled up in your eyes before you could stop them. You felt overwhelmed, emotional, and incredibly vulnerable.

“You think I don’t know that?” You choked out. “You think I want to be up all night? I can’t help it! Im supposed to enjoy my pregnancy and relax as much as possible before our baby arrives! In reality, I'm feeling guilty and responsible for both mine and your inability to rest well! ”

Milo, sensing the tension and seeing your tears, started barking at Lando, tugging on the leg of his sweatpants as if to say, “You upset mom! Fix it!”

“Great, now I’ve upset the dog too,” Lando muttered, but his anger was already dissipating, replaced by guilt. He looked at you, seeing the tears streaming down your face, and his heart broke a little.

You didn’t wait for him to say anything else. You grabbed a blanket and headed to the spare bedroom, which was soon to be the baby's room. You moved as quickly as possible, your belly preventing you from moving with your usual pace. The room was quiet, and the rocking chair near one of the windows looked inviting. You opened the window next to you to let some fresh air inside the room. You settled into the fluffy cushions on the chair, pulling the blanket around you. Seconds later, Milo trotted into the room after you. He lifted himself onto his back legs, his front paws supporting his weight against the upholstery of the chair.

You lifted the little man onto your lap, smiling as he snuggled against your belly as if he knew you needed comfort.

''There hasn't been a day during which I've regretted your arrival into our lives, my tiny love." You said as you caressed the soft fur between his floppy ears. Milo's cold nose occasionally bumped against the palm of your hand as he sniffed around.

The tears flowed freely down the cold surface of your face, silent and hot in contrast. You stroked Milo's fur, the rhythmic motion helping to calm you down. The rocking chair creaked softly as you rocked back and forth. The movement seemed to help soothe your loud inner voice that kept producing negative thoughts one after another.

Some time passed, and you weren't sure how long. The door creaked open, and you saw Lando standing there, his expression mixed with regret and sadness.

“Baby, ” he whispered, stepping into the room. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m just…I'm stressed. But that’s no excuse.”

You looked up at him, the tears still glistening in your eyes. “I’m trying, Lando. This isn’t easy for me either.”

He knelt beside the chair, taking your hand in his. “I know, love. I know. I’m an idiot. I should be more understanding. Please come back to bed. You need your sleep. We'll solve this in the morning, okay?”

You nodded, wiping your tears. “Just… don’t forget we’re in this together, okay?”

He leaned in and kissed you, soft and gentle, his lips lingering on yours. “I promise. Come back to bed? We can figure this out together.”

You stood up slowly, Milo jumping down to the floor. Lando wrapped an arm around your waist, guiding you back to your bedroom. The bed felt warm and inviting, and as you settled back in, Lando pulled you close as much as your protruding belly allowed him.

Milo jumped onto the bed, curling up at your feet where he usually spent his nights. Lando kissed your forehead, his hand resting on your growing belly.

“Goodnight, baby. I love you” he whispered.

“Goodnight,love you too.” You replied, feeling his warmth and love surrounding you as sleepiness began to take over your tired body.

The morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. You woke up feeling a bit more rested, your body still aching, but your heart felt a little lighter.

Lando was already awake, propped up on one elbow, watching you with a soft smile. “Good morning,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“Morning,” you replied, smiling back. Milo stretched out beside you, having moved up on the bed during the night , now wagging his tail lazily.

“How are you feeling?” Lando asked, concern etched in his eyes.

“Tired, but better,” you admitted. “Thank you for coming to get me last night.”

“I’ll always come for you.” He said, his voice full of sincerity. “We’ll get through this together.”

You spent the morning in bed, talking and laughing, enjoying the calm before the chaos of the day. Milo provided endless entertainment, his antics making you both laugh.

That evening, after a long day of preparing the nursery and spending quality time together, you were exhausted. You fell asleep as soon as your head hit the soft surface of the pillow. Lando stayed up a little longer as his mind kept wandering.

He looked over at you, your face serene in sleep, and his heart swelled with love. He gently placed his hand on your belly, feeling the slight movements of your growing baby.

“Hey, little one,” he whispered softly, not wanting to wake you. “I know I need to be better for your mom. She’s doing so much already, and I need to support her more. She needs her sleep, and I shouldn’t have been so harsh.”

Milo tilted his head, watching Lando with curious eyes before settling back down. Lando chuckled softly, patting Milo’s head.

“We’re a team,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “Your mom, Milo, and me. We’re going to be a great team, and we’ll always be here for you. I promise to be better.”

He leaned in and kissed your belly, then your forehead, before settling down beside you. Milo snuggled up at your feet, the three of you finally finding a moment of peace.

As you slept, you felt Lando’s hand still resting on your belly, his presence a comforting anchor. The journey ahead might be filled with challenges, but with Lando’s love and support, you felt ready to take on the journey of being a parent.

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[fairydollsteps]

STRESS RELIEF (MINOR DNI)

Synopsis: As expected of his job as the Fortress of Meropide's Administrator, Wriothesley is often buried with piles of paperwork and cases to solve which cause him a lot of stress. Luckily, you have a solution to help destress him.

Feature: Bottom Wriothesley/ Top!Male!Reader

Note/Warning: Smut, making out on bed, overstimulation, use of toy (we going to destroy this man), big fuck machine toy, some crying and pain, bondage (shibari), very rough intercourse, reader is kinda mean is you like it.

Author's note: is surprising to see very less bottom!wriothesley fic because i want him the one screaming. anyway here is smth to feed you all after months of disappearing:)

Fontaine has fallen into the night. The shadows enveloped the beautifully intricate buildings in pitch black. In the reflection of the moon and stars, the water that surrounds the city shimmers. All the townfolk have fallen into a slumber as birdsong fills the air softly like a gentle goodnight. This evening, Fontaine has draped itself in the tranquility of sleep. Except for Wriothesley and you.

Inside the home of both of you lies a naked Wriothesley on his bed, confined and tied into a shibari. He is utterly immobile to move from all the ropes that constrain his muscular body. Red velvet ropes are everywhere and strapping his body down on the bed. His hands and arms are tied firmly behind him as he lies on his back on the bed. His chest is heaving up and down against the ropes and his thighs are bound as well on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs apart.

Wriothesley is feeling multiple emotions at once in his chest. Nervous, excited, and mostly stressed of course. These days, work has become more burdensome than ever before. More dangerous criminals are spotted in Fontaine and more meetings with the Royal Irish Constabulary and blah blah. Nonetheless, his work has kept him for so long that he has forgotten when was the last time he had sex with you. So when you drag him out of his office table and offer some relief, he is quick to accept.

However, he has never expected you to expose him in such a revealing and humiliating way.

Wriothesley attempts closing his legs together against the ropes which to no avail. "Goddam, Y/N. You are cruel," Wriothesley sighs, wondering how is this stress-relieving. The ropes are tight but not too tight to hurt him. Is his first time trying something like this. Then, you finally come in the room with something Wriothesley couldn't latch on due to the restraints of the ropes. Is big. That is all he knows.

"Hello, my dearest," You greet him in a sweet tone, admiring your handiwork. Wriothesley stares at you, curious about whatever you have brought as you sit down at the edge of the bed, still in awe at the sight of him all spread out for you. "Was it too tight for you?" You asked, making sure Wriothesley was comfortable and keeping the stuff you brought hidden from him.

"I can handle it," Wriothesley said in a straight voice but you could tell he was nervous and excited from his blush adorning his face and chest. Your lips curved into a pleased smile and said. "That's good then. I do hope you can handle more than I expected since the night will be long," You get up from the bed as Wriothesley stares at you with a confused look.

"What do you mean?" He asked, slightly writhing against the ropes.

Wriothesley can see you letting out a soft chuckle from his attempt which he slightly scowls at you. You let out soft coos to him and lean over him with an affectionate but playful smile caressing his cheeks gently which Wriothesley can't help but snuggle against your palm contently. Wriothesley relaxed against your touch and he could feel your breath against his ears.

"I did promise you I would fucked you like you want to," You whisper to his ears slyly before you cover his eyes with a blindfold which is something you both have discussed about it before. Fuck that was hot.

Wriothesley gulps as he can hear your footsteps and you hopping over him. He can't see anything. His vision is taken from him and everything is pitch black. Before he could think more, his body jolt with a shiver when he could feel your hand touching his naked cock. "Y-Y/N?-" Wriothesley almost whimper, lifting his head to you forgetting about the ropes only to get pulled down.

"Relax, my dearest. Just relax. You have worked so hard. This is your reward," You purred at him, looking at him and then his beautiful cock. You have lubed your hand and begin jerking his dick off, making Wriothesley beneath you letting out muffled moans. You can't help but smile wickedly. This is only the beginning.

Then, you lubed your finger and began touching his hole. Wriotheslet hitch his breath from the contact. It has not been a full 5 minutes and his body is already shaking. "I have barely touched you and you are already this wet?" You tease him devilishly. His cock already leaking precum which was used as more lube to finger him. "It has been a while huh?"

Wriothesley let out a soft cry when one finger slid in easily. Then another finger which let out a few 'ahs!' and 'ohs!' from him. Then another. Three fingers in. Everything was going too quick but Wriothesley fucking loved it. "I-Is this all you got?" Wriothesley said through ragged breathing, oblivious of what was to come.

"Just you wait. I don't break promises," You begin thrusting your fingers deeper into his prostate. You could tell he was enjoying it when his inside clenched around your fingers eagerly. The feeling is so good that his hip starts moving slightly (due to the restraints) on his own, thrusting back to your fingers which intensifies the pleasure more. "Fuckk……..!!!!" Wriothesley moans loudly as your fingers massage his prostate.

His cock leaks more precum and you know he is about to reach his high so you pulled out your fingers abruptly. Wriothesley let out shocked gasps and whines from the loss. "W-what was that-?" His cries out of frustration from the edging but his voice is shaky from his lost incoming climax.

Then, he screams.

Wriotheslet screams as he could feel something railing into his ass. He didn't know what it was (because of the blindfold) but it was big. So fucking big. Only you know. Is a fuck toy machine. That was the object you have kept hidden from Wriothesley as a surprise. But he doesn't have to know. You grinned wickedly as his body convulse violently as the fuck toy goes deeper into him. It's only halfway through and he looks like he could passed out.

Wriothesley let out loud lewd moans and pleads. "Y/N-! Is too much…! Is too fucking big-AHHH FUCKKK…!!!!!!" The dildo is finally fully in. Wriothesley writhes and whimpers underneath you, trying to adjust to the humongous size of the fuck toy. His hard twitching cock spilled precum, dirtying the sheets and your pants. Wriothesley quivers against the ropes which is no help but heightens his sensitivity and pleasure. He is close to tears from how high the pleasure is. The stretch burns like hell but it feels so fucking good to be stuffed full.

His chest heaves up and down with deep breathing as he tries to calm himself down before losing himself. And here you are on top of him smirking like a devil you are. "That was just the start," you said cruelly before pressing the start button. The fuck toy machine starts thrusting him out at a much slower pace for the sake of his comfort. Wriothesley throws his head back, whining as he cries out of your name. His thighs are trembling at every thrust and his cock spasming violently.

You have noticed that Wriothesley has adjusted well to the humongous dildo and even thrust it back with his hips, letting out a soft cry and moans. Then, he reached his climax and came hard with a scream. His body convulse from how intense the orgasm is. Wriothesley tries to take a few deep breaths but realizes you did not stop the toy. Instead, you increase the volume of it.

"Oh, AAA-aArcHons-!! HNGHAAAAA……!!! P-please stop!!! Stop-" Wriothesley screams from overstimulation before he succumbs to another round of hard fucking from the toy. He just came and he could already feel the core of his stomach tightening again with burning passion. Oh fuck fuck fuck. He is going to come again after a few seconds earlier from cumming. The blindfold is already wet from his tears and he even drooling a bit, showing how he is losing control over his withered body. It's too much as he tries to run away from the pleasure but the ropes and your hands on hips keep him from running away.

His body convulses again as a thick rope of cum then spurts out, soiling his stomach and your abdomen. Eyes rolling back and jaw slack, Wriothesley screams from the euphoric shock. Looking at him, you can't help but bite your lips at how utterly destroyed and gorgeous Wriothesley is.

And oh how so sexy the sight before you. Wriothesley, the strict and hard-working Administrator all crumbled against your mercy and spread out for you while being tied up into a shibari beautifully. Much to Wriothesley's relief, you stop the fuck toy machine from fucking him anymore and lean in close to his face.

"You still conscious, my dearest?" You coo at him. Wriothesley whines when you crash into his lips passionately before letting out a shriek when you accidentally move the fuck toy that is still inside him. "Sorry sorry sorry," you apologize to him sweetly while taking off his blindfolds.

Wriothesley looks at you with teary eyes, wanting to hug but forgetting about the restraints. You smile sweetly at his attempt while caressing his tear-soaked cheeks before asking.

"Again?"

The night is long and you got to reward him more after all.

[storiesaplenty]

Sly old Logan (18+)

Logan Howlett x f/Reader

Miscellaneous Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings. Swearing. Smut under the cut. Unprotected sex. Mention of oral sex (m receiving) Wade being an annoying shit. P in V sex. Creampie.

WC: 596

©️ storiesaplenty 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

Summary: Logan is trying to spend some time alone with his girl, but Wade has other ideas.

"You gotta relax babygirl." I muttered against the back of her head as I slowly sank into her pussy.

Her back was arched, her mouth was hanging open as little puffs of air fell from her mouth.

We were facing the full length mirror and I could see every emotion come across her gorgeous face as she took me inch by agonising inch.

My eyes focused on her mouth, which had my cum drying at the corners and on her chin.

A shiver went down my spine when I thought about less than 5 minutes ago she had my cock down her throat, as I fucked her face.

I tried to pull her head away as I didn't want to cum just yet, but she gripped my thighs and sucked as hard as she could, making me cry out her name as I came down her throat.

There was so much, that it leaked out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin and chest.

Her pussy gripped my cock as I bottomed out.

I was about to pull my hips back to fuck the shit out of her, when there was a knock on my bedroom door. "Logan, you in there buddy?"

Fucking Wade.

I saw her eyes fly open, and she made eye contact with me in the mirror. I placed my finger infront of my mouth, indicating for her to be quiet.

I could see his Wade's shadow from underneath the door, and I knew he wasn't going anywhere.

"I know you're in there."

"Fuck off Wade." I pulled my hips back and thrust back into her pussy, making her cover her mouth just as she yelped.

"You jerking it there? Playing with little wolvie there?"

"Wade, I will cut off your head if you don't fuck off."

My voice changed an octave when she moved her hips forward, slamming her ass back against me.

"Alright." He said, leaving us alone.

"You're in for it." Was all I said before I gripped her hips before pulling back, and slamming back into her pussy, making her squeal.

I fucked her into my mattress, her own hand covering her mouth to keep her as quiet as possible as I fucked her.

I pulled out, slapped her ass a couple of times, the sound echoing off the walls, then I flipped her onto her back.

"Logan." She kept mumbling, as I put her legs over my shoulders and folded her in half as I pounded her pussy at a brutal and fast pace.

I could hear how she wet she was.

"You have someone in there with you? You sly, old dog." Came the annoying voice of Wade from behind the door again.

"Logan, maybe," I shook my head no, interrupting whatever she was going to say.

"Ignore that shit head."

I was barley pulling out before I slammed back into her.

"Close, so close Logan." She moaned as tears started to stream down her face.

I changed the angle of my hips, making sure to hit that spot inside her.

"LOGAN!" She screamed as she came, arching her back. I held her as I fucked her through her orgasm, ignoring the Wade cheering for us.

With a growl, I came, my hips bucking until I stilled.

My eyes fluttering as I came more than I have in a very long time.

"Fucking hell." I muttered as I laid down next to her.

"I am so proud you were able to get it up, Logan." Followed by clapping.

Yeah, I am going to kill Wade.

[mindmelter]

Helping Chad

"Why don't humans walk like this? I should walk like this from now on." Chad said.

"Are you being serious? How do you think people would react to Chad suddenly walking like a... whatever that is." I asked.

The alien still doesn't know how to pilot his new body. I understand him, though. He was an alien spider his whole life, so controlling a biped being must be very hard. But I like the way Chad is right now, it gives me easier access to his hairy armpits and pecs, all I have to do is just sit in front of him and lick them.

Chad had been my gym crush for a while, I couldn't help but watch him as he worked out, mesmerized by his perfectly sculpted physique, all the while making sure he never noticed my lingering gaze.

Today, the gym was nearly empty, and Chad was the one closing it. I seized the opportunity I'd been waiting for, though in a manner I never could have imagined before. I helped an alien spider—an otherworldly creature with an unsettling intelligence—crawl inside Chad and take control of his hot body.

He dropped to the floor as soon as the spider forced its way inside his mouth, and he started to twitch his head. Unfortunately, things didn't go as smoothly as I had anticipated. When Chad's body—now under the alien's command—attempted to stand, he fell to the floor, landing awkwardly with his stomach pointing up. It seemed like the alien didn't know how to walk.

I then offered my help to the alien, saying I would teach him how to walk and act like a human, but only if he let me play with Chad's body. With the gym closed, I spent hours trying to teach him how to walk, to the point we were both exhausted, but Chad was more, his muscles were sore and covered in sweat.

Right now I had my face buried in his armpits, smelling and tasting his manly musk, until I heard a strange gurgling noise coming from inside Chad's stomach, I knew well what that meant.

"Let me help you," I said, standing up and sitting on his abs, I unlaced his shorts and pulled them down to the floor, then I started jerking off Chad's huge cock. I never thought I would see Chad's cock, even more jerking him off.

"Keep going, he's getting close." Chad said, his voice devoided of any emotion.

I continued Jerking him off until he was throbbing and about to cum. I then got off of him and just watched as a tentacle shaped like a tube stuck out of Chad's ass and engulfed his hard member until the base.

Anyone else would be screaming in horror at the sight, but not me, seeing an alien feeding on my crush's body just made me hard and leaking. I couldn't hold myself, I kneeled in front of him and inserted my shaft inside Chad's mouth, he accepted it without any protest, I then started to thrust on his face as the alien fed on his cock.

The tentacle then started to pump and stimulate Chad's shaft until he was shooting inside the tube, the tentacle absorbed everything. After Chad was dried, the tentacle disappeared inside his ass. My moans filled the empty gym as I came inside his mouth.

Aliens got to feed, humans got to cum, I thought.

[starhvney]

garroth x fem pregnant!reader? wholesome and/or spicy? (if you need me to verify my age, I can ask off anon)

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mystreet garroth x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: when investigating your suspicions on the cause of you recent "illness", your husband comes home to find the answer together

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff to soft/gentle smut, reader and garroth are married, creampie, emotional reader and garroth, he whimpers and cries after… just read it.

𝐂𝐖: pregnancy and smut

𝐀/𝐍: and if i write several fanfiction in a day?! who’s gonna stop me?? you, the person reading this?! i didn’t think so. now read. i know what you and garroth did.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻, 𝑰𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑶𝑹 𝑼𝑵𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑫𝑵𝑰.

your heart pounds in your chest, breaths shallow as you stare down at the three pieces of plastic that shake in your trembling hands. each result very strongly displayed positive back at you, and your suspicions that the “sickness” you had been feeling for the past week wasn’t just a stomach bug you were fighting off.

it’s really not a shock how you got here, and you weren’t upset by it, either. you and your husband had always wanted to start a family together, and now that you two were comfortably stable in your marriage you two had decided to “lighten up” on protection a couple of months ago. you two weren’t actively trying for a baby, but you also weren’t not trying, either.

although, your husband’s actions when you two were under the sheets showed he may have been much more… eager than he let on. once the plastic and pills were trashed, he’d keep you up for hours every night, your legs hitched over his shoulders and his body pressed onto yours. he’d prop your hips up and keep them there after you were both thoroughly spent, scooping up whatever tried to drip down your legs with his fingers and pushing it back inside. you’d be left sore, hips screaming but the rest of you satisfied and tired.

if it isn’t the consequences of your own actions. 

you weren’t upset by this, not at all. but you? a mother? would you be good enough? were you truly ready for this? what if you turned out to be a horrible mother instead?

you didn’t realize how long you had been standing there in shock, until garroth’s voice interrupted you out of your thoughts, causing you to cover the tests with your hands in surprise.

“there you are. still feeling sick?” he sighs, coming up behind you and sliding his hands around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. “i was calling for you…”

his voice trails off, his muscles freezing when he glances down at your hands.

“…is that… a thermometer?” he mumbles, hands reaching forward to engulf your own before pulling them away, revealing the two blue lines that lay underneath them. “no, that’s not…”

“positive?” he freezes, gripping your hand tightly in his as you look up, nodding. “you’re pregnant?”

the next second he’s left your side, feet thudding against the floors as he sprints away with the tests in hand. he shouts, loud cheers escaping his lips as he runs throughout the house. you stand there in amused shock, blinking at the empty doorway before he’s back, scooping you up in his arms and spinning you around.

“we’re gonna be parents!” he laughs, making you yelp in surprise as he starts to bounce in place, carrying you over his shoulder into your bedroom.

“ga–ar–roth!” you wrap your arms around your ecstatic husband’s shoulders to stabilize yourself, your voice broken in startled laughter as each jump interrupts your breaths.

“i’m gonna be a dad! you’re gonna be a mom!”

finally, he sets you down after one more spin, hands holding the sides of your face as he leans down to kiss you. your hands rest on his chest that heaves and thuds with his rapid heartbeat. he pulls back, eyebrows furrowing as he looks down at you, his fingers brushing under your eyes.

you come to the realization that it was tears he was wiping from your cheeks, the salty wet streaks streaming from your eyes dampening his fingers as they land against them. his forehead comes down to rest on yours as he brushes away your hair in concern.

“are you okay?” his voice is starkly different from before, the deep timbre gentle and soft—with a certain cadence of love in it he reserved just for you.

you nod, sniffling with a small laugh and raising your hands to rest on top of his. “yeah, i was… just feeling nervous. but you just reminded me why i shouldn’t.”

“nervous?”

“yeah, that i,” you take in a shaky breath. “that i wouldn’t be… i don’t know. good enough.”

“you?” he breathes, huffing a laugh. “you’re perfect. you’re going to be the perfect mother. and i’ll be the best father i can be, and i’ll be there with you every step of the way. our baby is going to be so loved.”

you laugh quietly with him, sniffling. “yeah.”

he leans down to press another kiss against your lips, lifting you up with much less vigor than earlier and settling you down onto the bed. your gaze lands on him as he moves to hover above you, realizing his own eyes were misty with tears.

“i’m so happy. thank you,” he dips down to nudge his face into your neck, fingers digging into your side before sliding underneath you and scooping you closer to him. “thank you. thank you.”

kiss after kiss, he mutters a thank you between each loving press of his lips against your skin. soft touches soon turn into heated gasps and pants, garroth’s hands greedily ripping off each layer of your and his clothing.

you find yourself taking him to the hilt soon after, eyes rolling back at his gentle touch and each mind-numbingly slow grind of his hips into yours. pleased hums and grunts leave garroth’s lips as he continues to roll himself into you at a steady pace, his eyes glossy and skin glowing with a sheen of sweat.

“so good. you’re gonna be such a good mom, baby.” he rasps, bottom lip pulled between his teeth and eyebrows furrowed for a moment as his hips stutter against yours. “i love you so much.”

“m’love you.” you return, legs shaking around his hips as your brain melts into nothing but pleasure.

“come with me, please, please, please.” he whimpers, hand reaching down to press his hand right against where his length was buried inside.

you cry out, your release coming suddenly and sucking him in, triggering him to come right after. your legs wobble as he buries his face into your neck, his lips pressing a low groan into your sweaty skin.

after a moment he lifts his head, a few salty crystalline tears hanging onto his eyelashes and clumping them together into wisps. you reach up to cup his cheeks, swiping under his eyes as you try to catch your breath. he once again rests his forehead against yours, pressing another deep kiss against your lips.

his chest heaves as he pulls out, rolling off of you and pulling you to lay on top of him, hugging you tightly against his chest. the lower half of your body is once again immobile, muscles screaming despite his gentle treatment with you today.

“fuck,” you moan, your legs burning dully. “i won’t be able to walk again for another week.”

“that just means i did my job right.” he snickers smugly to himself.

you smack his chest, and the two of you lay there in content silence, reveling in the afterglow. until about thirty seconds later, when garroth absentmindedly begins to talk again.

“so, when do you want to paint the nursery?”

“garroth are you serious—“

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[everettswritings]

Got an idea for a cute story with a dash of angst if you want

How Shadow milk became the caregiver of regressor y/n....imagine if he had freed himself from the tree (or somehow freed himself again after the events of the story) and began roaming around, doing his usual antics! He eventually reaches y/n's home town/village/well...just home. He does his antics and y/n gets so stressed out, they regress and start crying like a baby.

For Shadow milk...why do I imagine...instant switch flip. From chaotic scary jester mode...to instant funny dad mode...also can imagine Shadow milk just realizing y/n is a regressor and goes '....ok, I'm a dad now. This is my baby now. All mine.' Just instant adoption...releases everyone else because now 1000000% focus is on baby now XD.

Just think the total sudden 180 would be funny lol...

BTW to explain...dash of angst that instantly gets resolved is y/n being terrified of Shadow milk lol...like seeing him all scary with evil laughter and so on scaring y/n so much.

Whole fic time! I actually really love this idea so much, Shadow Milk accidentally adopting someone(especially Y/N) just sounds weirdly canon. (NSFW/Kink accounts DNI!)

Laughter echoed through the air of Beast-Yeast, the maniacal cackling was as loud as lightning and even more frightening than such. Somehow, some way, the Beast known as Shadow Milk Cookie had breached his prison and was now spreading horrific chaos across the land. Circus-y music was blaring loudly and the noises of various acts being performed by mind controlled cookies only added to the cacophony.

You were crouched down in the corner of your living room with your ears covered, paralyzed by fear and trying to fight off your littlespace. You naturally screamed when you heard and saw someone crashing into your home, and you couldn’t help but shake as those heterochromatic eyes locked onto you.

“Well, well, well! What do we have here?!” Laughed the jester causing this madness as he approached you, fully intending to pull you into this like everyone else. You couldn’t hold it back anymore and involuntarily went into littlespace, instantly bursting into scared tears… somehow it made the jester pause in his advance. A look of concern spread across his usually-grinning face as he saw your tears rolling down your cheeks. He felt a pang inside him; but a pang of what? Guilt? Regret? He couldn’t quite decipher it, as it was probably a mixture of many emotions- he couldn’t recall the last time he felt something other than anger or manic joy. He crouched down in an attempt to look less threatening, feeling another wave of this emotion crashing down as you looked over with misted eyes. The jester gave a weak smile, “Hey, lil’ one… It’s alright. You’re alright…” He reached out for you, but you shrunk away. He retracted his hand and paused to think of how to turn your frown upside down.

The Beast’s grin returned to their face as a lightbulb went off; a puppet show! A puppet show was the perfect idea! They pulled a couple puppets out of thin air, clearing their throat to do the appropriate voices, which caught your attention again. One puppet was a baker and the other was just an ordinary guy- where would this go? The baker puppet held up a cupcake with a sleepy face stitched into the felt: “Here you go!” The baker said “One dozin’ cupcake!”, the ordinary guy grumbled “I said one dozen cupcakes!”.

You couldn’t suppress your giggles. The bit was a little dumb, sure, but it was still funny! At least to a regressed you. Shadow Milk Cookie’s grin widened with genuine affection and he decided to keep going, he kept pulling out assorted puppets and performing silly skits with them in order to make you laugh. Eventually, you decided to finally approach the jester and threw your arms around him in a hug. Although Shadow Milk Cookie was a bit surprised, he couldn’t say no to seeing you smile or hugging you back.

“Thank you, you’ve been such a wonderful audience!” They laughed, giving your little head a pat and handing you a little kettle-corn to snack on. As you graciously munched on the sweet treat, they breathed a relieved sigh that you calmed down. Maybe that’s what the pang was- a paternal feeling. They pulled you onto their lap and ruffled your hair.

“I guess I’m a dad now, huh?” They grinned.

That’s all! Ahh! Loved this, loved this, LOVED THIS! Thank you for the request! Have a good one 🫶

[inviouswriting]

Tenderness

This work is 18+ use caution when reading, prefer minors to not interact. You clicking on further is a read at your own risk. 

Zhongli x fem!reader

You know my writing by now~ I like how this turned out specially towards the end~

Warnings and content below~

Includes - Breeding kink, fingering, oral, face-sitting/riding, aftercare, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, in front of a mirror sex, affectionate stuff, fluff and smut, masturbation on zhongli’s part, oral on reader receiving, a small bit of dacryphia with needed for emotion direction. consent discussed. All that wonderful stuff.

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The morning after the first time you spent your night with Zhongli, you wake up with a pleasant feeling in your chest, and a dull ache in your thighs. The warmth behind you and breathing tells you Zhongli is still there, with his arms wrapped around you. He is as close as he gets to you, keeping you comfortable and well protected. If you could see his face, you would know he’s smiling in his sleep.

You feel that one ache in your stomach and know you need to get up and leave the warmth of the bed and arms. Before you do, you turn over in Zhongli’s arms to see his face. The sight to you is a dishelved former archon, hair loose from its band, arms black and gold. You touch his face, and it is enough for those amber eyes to open and regard you with love in them. You wonder if he had been awake for a while just basking in the morning with you silently.

“Morning, my beloved.” His voice is lower a whisper and raspy from just waking up. You are in awe of how gorgeous he is and your face pinks up at remembering how he was over you the night before. That he had found pleasure in someone like you.

“What are you thinking about, that has you all red in the face?” The lower of his eyes, he knows, and you shrink down to avoid his eyes. One hand slips up to get you to look at him.

“Just... how we were last night.” You admit to him and see the twitch in the corner of his lips up. He recalls the same memory but from his perspective in how you thrashed beneath him or buried your face in the pillows to scream into them as he took you from behind. The soreness in your shoulder from when he bit it in the middle of your passion together.

“I’ll make us something to eat, while you freshen yourself up.” You’re tugged closer to Zhongli, and you squirm in his grasp when he kisses you fully pressing you down into the bed that you feel your face heated up and when Zhongli pulls back from you, you see that gleam in his eyes that was there when you ended up in that bed together.

Zhongli gets up from the bed, placing the blanket back over you to let you hide under the covers from his gaze while he stumbles out unbothered by his own nudity. You are getting a good view of his back, thin lines decorate it from where you scratched his skin, and him with his hands up trying his hair back into its long ponytail. He sets about dressing himself in a loose robe, giving you a smirk at catching you staring at him. You shrink down more till you hear him leave the room.

It is when you are alone is when you sit up in bed and really feel it. You feel the sensation in your legs, the tenderness of your folds from when he was inside of you, the stretch was intense, and you had cried into his shoulder when he first penetrated you. You shyly uncover yourself and get out of the bed to slowly make your way to the washroom to clean yourself up. It’s there you notice the bite on your shoulder while washing your hands and other marks that litter your body. Subtle teeth marks on the insides of your thighs that make you blush, the finger indents on your waist from when he grabbed and rutted into you rougher, along with the tinge of red that still lingers from when he smacked your rear.

The next thing you notice is the bit of cum between your thighs, it makes you freeze at the sight of it. You worry for a second about the idea of what it could lead to with him, you also take pride that you made a former archon lose himself so much that he came from you.

“Does it bother you?” You jump onto the sink hearing Zhongli’s voice behind you, and he’s leaning against the doorframe watching you as you inspect your body, of all the things he had done, he is satisfied with the state he left you in, he laid his claim on and within you clearly. The light unsteady limp is clear, and he knew you would be sore.  

“I just didn’t expect you to... inside.” You admit and he closes the distance to hug you from behind. Zhongli nuzzles into the side of your face, and you see him regard you in the mirror, eyes gently glowing under the faint light.

“I can prepare tea to prevent anything if the idea of children is still uncertain. I got carried away in the moment of it all.” You feel ice run down your back, and you actually look to him that he moves his head back to avoid hitting yours with his face.  

“N-no! That isn’t what I mean, and I hope I didn’t give the wrong impression. I didn’t expect you inside, but I also... really like it.” He smiles at you confessing this and presses his face against your neck. The robe he is wearing is still loose, and you feel him tug it open then wrap you in it and his arms.

“I’m glad then, that the idea delights you, after all... I would not choose just anyone. We are planning that stage of our lives together.” His hands smooth down to your abdomen resting over leading his fingers down to touch along your skin leading to your folds. Zhongli’s fingers are delicate as he touches the skin starting at your folds gently parting them.  

“You are getting a bit cold to be wandering around nude. Will you indulge me, and I will please you again?” He places nibbling kisses along your neck; you feel your shoulders tense up at the idea of being intimate again, but the way he entices you with his nibbling along your neck and how his fingers slip further along.

“Y-you want me again?” It came out as a gasp and your eyes fall onto your own in your reflection, you can see how his own eyes are closed. Zhongli tapers each kiss with gentle pecks, a glimpse of gold towards your own eyes tells you so much with how much they are lit with lust and love.  

“I want you again, I want you more than you ever know. To feel you writhe underneath me, to pant and scream my name. To see how you take my seed, see if we are fortunate or... keep having to do this till we are. There were so many times during our beginnings where I desired you like this.” You feel heat against your ear as Zhongli gently takes the edge between his teeth to nip at it.  

He turns you in his hold to properly kiss you, you part your lips into it as he guides you backwards till you feel the edge of the counter behind your back. You yelp from the cold against your skin, barely feeling the way Zhongli slips his hands to push your hips closer to his own. You can feel him getting aroused, face flushing more from that than the kiss or the amber eyes boring into your own eyes.

Zhongli tilts your head back to deepen the kiss, letting his emotion out into it and you feel swept up in a whirlwind of intensity. When you part from the kiss you don’t realize you were sitting on the edge of the counter and a very eager former archon kneeling in front of you. He presses kisses along your chest stopping to tease both nipples with squeezes and his mouth sucking on both. Till he is where he wants to be with your legs draped over his shoulders and relying on him for support.

“A-are you sure? I mean... I still have that leaking...” Gold eyes regard you reverently as Zhongli coaxes your legs apart to gain access to your core. Fingers are delicate as they tug open your folds a happy hum emits from him seeing how wet you are just from his kiss and toying with your breasts.

“A good spouse won’t care about that when they aim to please their loved one. Besides... most of it is going to be spilled out in a few.” You look at him perplexed by his words until you feel his fingers slip along your pussy teasing your clit and rubbing through to lubricate his fingers well with your juices. He has you squirming for him with the teasing he does on your clit and pushing closer to him.

“You’re still a little tender here, I’ll be gentle.” He notes the way you squirm when his fingers brush a side of your vulva that took the brunt of his thrusts. He gingerly places a kiss along them as his fingers slowly slip inside. He hears you hiss in response to his fingers but gently pushes them deeper his thumb takes up teasing your clit while his fingers are slowly thrusted in and out.

It is too much for you from the sensation of your folds sore, and you almost ask him to stop if it was not for one spot his fingers brush. It makes your body relax and you are overcome by a sensation rushing through your body like lightning. You snap your attention to Zhongli who eyes you closely seeing that wild expression wash over your face. He repeats the motion that made you do that, and your heels dig into his back to push him closer to you.

“I take you like this spot. Then I wonder how well you’ll take to this.” With his free hand he keeps your folds apart as he presses his tongue to the small nub where his thumb had been rubbing. You feel his fingers prod that one spot that makes you see white fire; your hands go into his hair to tug Zhongli closer forgetting all about the soreness you were feeling. Replaced with the pleasure you need more of.

Zhongli turns his hand so the pads of his fingers inside of you, facing them up to curl better into that spot. He begins to thrust his hand to you while his mouth tends to your clit, licking it and sucking on it till you push close that Zhongli supports you more than the counter you’re on. In a swift motion, the former archon tugs you with him and gets you to straddle his face, it feels awkward for you to be doing this.  

You feel wet heat against your pussy again, and Zhongli guiding your hips into a rhythm with his fingers returning inside of you thrusting a lot more freely and his mouth busy with that nub of nerves. You keep the rhythm he wants and miss him slipping the hand at your hip down to stroke himself, to keep rhythm with the fingers inside you.

“Zhongli!” You manage out, your hips moving on their own; the heat coiling in your belly, and his fingers speeding up prodding that one spot again. Your voice rings out in the empty room amongst the soft grunts you hear from him as he grips himself tighter to mirror the sensation of you clamping down on him. You hear his moans and finally see that he’s pleasing himself while doing this with you. It makes your face flush in realization that you have driven him to masturbate to your moans and screams of pleasure. That he finds such pleasure in this to do such an act underneath you.

“Rex Lapis...” You test his name; he freezes in all of his ministrations hearing his former name. You wonder if it was something you should not have used with the way he gets you to move off his face so he can see you. Instead, you see fire in those amber eyes regarding you for using his name.

“My dear, dear love. Why that name?” He asks, his trance broken as he raises his hand from himself to press a thumb to your mouth. You obediently lick the edge of his thumb, and he hooks it to press on your tongue.

“I was wanting to use your name... and you looked so pleased, I thought you would like it.” He genuinely smiles at you and sits up to collect you in his arms getting you to sit in his lap. You feel him extremely hard and twitching just underneath your thigh and carefully grind against him.

“My love, I love you using my name, I want you to use Morax though, it’ll be easier when I’m inside. Ahh... keep doing that...” He situates you so you’re grinding your folds along his cock, and you bite your lip feeling how hard he is between them brushing against your opening coating him in your juices. He had pulled his fingers from you in favor of teasing your clit as you rub against him.  

The feeling of him throbbing along with hearing him moan against your ear he is feeling it as much as you are. You take the initiative with raising your hips, looking him in his eyes as you slide your own hand down to guide him into yourself. The look in Zhongli’s eyes as you do this, he is a bit surprised but more warmth as you are giving him the consent he needs to continue. His hands on your waist guide you down comfortably, hearing you whimper a little to adjust again to him.

“My love, shhhh. I know... I know. You will adapt with time and let me know if it is too much.” He hugs you to himself when you are fully seated on him, his hands rubbing your back and shoulder as you feel tender from the stretch. Almost too much but you desire it, need him a lot deeper.  

“It feels okay, just really want you inside.” You admit to him; Zhongli tilts your head up to his to place loving kisses on your lips. The feel of his fingers rubbing enough to make you rock against him, making him sink deeper on his cock. You yelp into the kiss for him to swallow your moan in a fuller kiss, sinking his tongue into your mouth. Your hands going to his shoulders from under his arms to scratch as your senses are overwhelmed.

Zhongli guides your hips against his as you keep his kiss moaning into it when he begins to thrust up into you. You grasp the skin at his back to dig your nails into it or tug at the tail that brushes your fingers. You are jolted up when he bucks up and breaks the kiss to bite onto his shoulder muffling your own cries into it as he begins to set a rhythm with you.

You begin to match his pace he is a lot more comfortable with you this round than the previous night. You feel different as he tugs you gently by your hair to look him in his eyes as he has you grind on him. He hears you let out a louder moan when he hits that one spot his fingers prodded earlier. You wrap your legs around his waist pulling yourself to each of his thrusts.

“Hold on my beloved... I’m going to cum at this rate. Not yet... not yet...” He slips a hand down to squeeze himself to keep from doing so. He stills you even gets you to lift off him while he looks at you with a pained expression wanting to respect your unease for him cumming inside you.  

Instead of what you thought in him stopping, he gets you up and moves you to the mirror where he pins you against the surface. Your breath fans and fogs against the glass as Zhongli moves behind you; the robe he’s wearing slips down to hang on his elbows adding a regal look to him and pushes back into you. You yelp from the push in, and the angle has you at but keeps you, so you are pushed against your reflection. You are lost to pleasure while Zhongli has a sight all to himself of you bliss out moaning and trying to scratch the mirror as you push back to his thrusts into you. You feel him throb inside because of what he’s witnessing.

Zhongli slips his hands down your back till he finds the marks he had left in your skin from before. You can’t help but lose yourself to complete pleasure, your toes curling on the floor, hands slipping down the glass in front of you, and you lift your head to look at Zhongli through it,

The sight behind you is almost feral from the former archon. Watching you becoming undone, and wild all by his hands did something to him. Seeing you look at him through the reflection added another piece to it all, the needy pleading look in your eyes to go harder, to be as rough as he was the night before.  

Zhongli places a hand at the back of your neck and gets you to look at yourself in the mirror as he presses his face into the crook of your neck mouthing kisses into it as he pins you against the surface. Your cheek pressing against your reflection’s and him raising your other leg in his free hand to keep himself unobstructed in thrusting in from tip almost out to pushing in full till you scream in pleasure.

“You are beautiful like this, taking me so well, even being as sore as you are. That look in your eye, you want as much as I do, to keep going till you are certain of the outcome. To know you will leave here carrying.” You suck on his fingers when he puts them into your mouth, you moan out around them when he thrusts hard, and you feel hot from his words against your ear.  

“I feel it, are you going to cum? If you’re going to cum, let go already. I want to feel you dripping.” His words do something to you, and Zhongli takes the fingers in your mouth to rub vigorously on the nub to further you along to your orgasm pending. You catch sight of yourself with Zhongli’s eyes meeting yours in the mirror, he is busy darkening the mark on your shoulder in a moment of passion to make you his alone.

“Morax!” You manage out and the thrust into you was a lot harder, you even feel a twitch of him inside at hearing his name called. You do it again, moaning out his name till it is a chant off your lips and a growl in your ear tells you he is enjoying it. The combined pleasure of his fingers and thrusts finally sends you over the edge. Zhongli lifts his gaze to watch your face twist up in pure bliss, mouth open in an O, calling his name and tensed up on him. He groans out in your ear matching your zeal feeling you clench on him and buries himself deep till you can feel him almost reach your womb to fill it with his seed.

You feel your head tilted to meet him in a kiss as he slows till his hips are flush against you, your legs threaten to give out wobbling from the relief washing through you. Zhongli holds you to himself as he lowers you both down to sit on the floor with him again. He simply hugs you in his arms as he gently pulls out of you hearing you hiss from the tender soreness in your thighs again.

Zhongli wraps you with the robe and begins peppering you with love and kisses. You laugh into his affection as he hums happily into your neck and you soak up all the attention, he is giving you. You return the kisses on your lips, and laugh when he nuzzles into your face till, he nibbles on the edge of your ear with a playful growl.

You feel safe in his arms and loved more when he clasps your hands between his, he brings your hands to his lips to kiss over each fingertip and over the back of your hands. You open your hands to let him kiss your palms, and you lean in to kiss his fingers and hands the same. Showering him in the same affection that warms his heart that he looks away because of what swells in his heart.

Without much thought he tugs you down with him to lay on the floor, turning you to face him so you can explore each other's skin. Your hands smooth over his chest marveling at the color difference in his arms and torso. He takes his time in touching you softly treasuring you in this special moment where you are basking together, calming down from the high and gathering your strength to move.  

“What do you hope for... if...” You break the silence with a question. Zhongli understands the direction, and his hands slide down to rest over your abdomen touching gently over the skin.

“I’d hope for one that is healthy and happy.” He tugs you into his arms and you feel lulled into comfort just pressed against him. You press your face into his chest while he rests his chin on top of your head. You wouldn’t believe he is the former archon if it weren’t for him telling you, or seeing his arms as he touched you in such tenderness that you trust everything, he tells you.  

Zhongli kisses the top of your head as you take one of his hands to study the gold of them. He cups your face when you let him, and you both lay like this till the floor becomes uncomfortable. To shower together where he takes care of you, massaging any soreness in your body, and washing you thoroughly. You return this to him, and he melts into your hands going through his hair. You both relax together and dry off sitting in his lap as he brushes your hair, and he lets you work through his.

“How about a meal with me now? I’m certain you are hungry from all the energy we used.” He looks over his shoulder and you bite your own lip at the amber stare he gives you. You blush and look away this time at the effect he has on you. He knows too well but instead of luring you into another romp, he takes mercy on you.

“You’ll need the energy for later.” You snap your head up to look at him, understanding what he means. He just smiles warmly at you, his eyes betraying that gentleness with a primal and heated stare.

[overtaken-stream]

With what that last person requested with spicy king hcs, how about his reaction to his darling wanting to pleasure him and make him feel good to pay him back for how he satisfies her? I feel like the size difference and his lack of verbalness during sex would make it interesting not being sure if what she’s doing is working or not

I wanted to write King getting glock glock 3000 but I could not wrap my head around it, King is so hard to characterize but I try to keep him in character which results in him coming off as threatening or awkward as fuck. Also sorry for the long wait.

! !NSFW! !

Warning: female reader, rough King(mentioned)

King is fond of taking charge in situations that don't require his intruding, like conversations, or taking care of you in the most subtle way possible, it's in tiny details that go unnoticed by you that make it easy for him to indulge in his actions of service. It brings a sense of pride (though most times he will not be able to fully express his motives) and with it comes an emotion he hasn't felt in a long time, happiness. Never would he have thought that caring for somebody was something he'd enjoy, but here he is. And your appreciation of his actions is a bonus, it truly doesn't matter if you don't fancy him, as long as he is in control.

This evolves during intimacy, as much as he loves pleasing you and bringing you over the edge over and over again, letting your whines and moans get to his head, he still has a side that he sees no problem in, while you despise it.

Comfort is something he likes to bring to himself and once in a while, others as well, however, it does not go the opposite way. Once he starts he will do everything to get the said comfort. Even if it means sacrificing your boundaries and ease.

If there was a word that described the sensation he felt seeing your face covered in tears, flushed and sweaty, while you screamed out in pain, from the size and positions which he puts you in, it would be pleasure.

So to have something that is already within his grasp taken away? The chances of that happening are closer to zero, nevertheless, there is a point of weakness he experiences during intimacy and that is at the peak of his climax, the instant his tip spasms and he ejaculates, that is the moment he feels vulnerable and falls victim to his heightened awareness, the sensitivity he can only entrust you with, it blossoms and colors the branches in white.

It's an opening you're willing to take. Even if you're exhausted and sticky with both of your substances, you bring King closer to you, letting him rest before you maneuver his oversized body and coax him into leaning against the cushions, even in the haze of lust, his striking eyes gaze into your soul, making your heart skip a beat. They don't move away from your face, despite the delicious view you're offering him. Your hands touch his oversensitive sex, hard regardless of the fact that he just ejaculated, they move up and down a few times before you sink down and take him in all of his glory, you rest your elbows on his knees as his dick hits that special spot inside you, making you arch your back and start moving sooner than expected.

King is not a vocal man in bed, the closest he has ever gotten to letting you hear his moan is in the form of open-mouthed exhales, gasps of air that he takes while bottoming out or cumming. That stays consistent every time, but at least in the past he closed his eyes and got lost in the pleasure.

You can feel it, even now while he makes you see stars in the dead of night, under a ceiling, you're constantly moving, up and down, yet his eyes stay in one place, starting at every inch of you, it should be impossible, but you would believe he could keep track of your motions in this situation, his piercing gaze could only belong to a predator that's stalking its pray, never letting it out of its sight. And King is much more than a mere predator. He stays still, waiting to pounce yet never committing to the act.

You let him hit every part of you in your guts as you ride him, grasping his skin with your nails, clawing at his abs, while letting out every noise you could think of to distract you from his stare. If you were a lesser woman you might have thought he was trying to intimidate you, might have thought he was angry, but the fact that he hasn't opposed to your actions speaks more than he does.

You bring him over the edge soon after.

It's only after the intimate touches that feelings get involved, now your mind, clear of any lust, thinks of consequences, the awkwardness that was forgotten in the moment, and the lack of any movement from King.

``H-hey King?`` You flinch at your breathless stutter.

You can see his back, now turned away from you, his legs stay rooted on the floor as he sits near the edge of the bed. At your voice, he lifts his head. His confusion underlines the movement, but you cannot help yourself. You have to know.

``Did you... Enjoy it?`` The question rolls off of your tongue with complications, you wished you'd never uttered it in the first place.

A cold sweat rolls down your cheek as King turns to you.

``...I was pleased.`` you exhale a breath you didn't know was held.

``But be sure to cherish the time you were in charge.`` Because you'll never be able to repeat it that easily. He'll make sure of it.

[my-own-walker]

im so sorry it wouldn't let me answer you abt the tate langdon ask, pre death please and thank u

I Can't Handle Change

note: it's been so long since i wrote anything tate. this should be fun!!

summary: pre-death tate gets comfort from the reader after a fight with his mom 🥺

warnings: sad angsty tate, kissing lol,

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Little things wore Tate down over time.

He once told me that he spent a whole afternoon picking fresh lilacs and daffodils out of his mother's garden, arranging them into the prettiest bouquet for her. He was 11. If you truly let that sink in, it's astounding that an 11-year-old boy was sweet enough to do that for his mom. Her response to the gesture was to shout at him about ruining all the hard work she'd put into the gardening.

She threw the handmade bunch into the trash right in front of him. Held his head straight to make him watch and all. The pretty purple and yellow petals crashed down into the can with a thunk.

Their relationship didn't change. Especially when Larry came into their lives. Constance was an interesting woman. She was in no way fit to mother the children she birthed. Her narcissistic tendencies drew her to do things to the children that made them resent her. It seemed she resented them right back.

Tate and Constance were constantly at war with each other over the whole Larry thing. He didn't know what he wanted, but it for sure wasn't a new dad. Nothing could truly fill the void inside of him. If anything, his mother and Larry were working in tandem to dig even more out of his soul, shoveling heaps of it out of him and discarding it right before his eyes. Just like Constance did with the flowers.

When I came along things changed for Tate. We met in school. I'd spend afternoons at his place. Somewhere along the way we started dating. He possessed this all-encompassing love within him. Since he was a child, its tendrils reached out, longing for someone to latch onto to disseminate the intense feeling. He was a lover, but also the child of someone with no room for real love in her life.

I embraced his need for connection. His intensity. Tate was emotional and strong-willed. The love he gave me was the warm embrace that you crave on winter's coldest nights. It was slippery quicksand, pulling me in with no regard for my control.

She hated me, Constance. She didn't like my presence. My effect on her 'beautiful boy.' It was a game of cat and mouse. She didn't want his love, but she wanted him to keep trying. The thrill of rejecting him intoxicated her. When I came into Tate's life, he stopped trying to connect with her. He finally found someone that would accept him.

On a rainy day in November, Constance and Tate went at it again. She expressed her intent to keep Larry in his life.

'He's your new father and you have to DEAL with it!' she screamed.

Larry watched from the corner as she slapped Tate across his face. The coward didn't even say a word. No mother should be hitting her son. Instead, Larry wore a smirk so devilish he could be a minion of Satan, for all anyone knew.

Tate didn't even say a word. He stormed out of the door and straight in the direction of my house. I lived two miles away. He trudged all that way in the pouring rain. When he arrived at my doorstep, he was soaked right through to the skin, shivering from the cold. He broke down on my front porch. Body-wracking sobs left his lips as he crouched down into a ball. I pulled him up by his armpits and guided him inside.

When we got to my room, I immediately stripped him of all his wet clothes and gave him some of the stuff I had stolen from his room. A sweater, some loose-fitting jeans, and a cardigan. I wrapped him in the layers, shushing him as he cried through the process. He collapsed into a heap on top of my duvet cover, face in his hands. Still shivering, he let out another heart-wrenching sob.

I hurried over to the bed and wrapped him in my embrace. His head rested on my chest and his body rested in between my legs. I sat up against the headboard, running my fingers through his hair, letting him cry it out. After some time, his cries became softer.

'Nothing I do is ever good enough,' Tate sniffed.

'You know that's not true,' I tutted. 'You are good enough.'

'No,' he whined, 'With her. In her eyes.' I knew he meant his mother. I didn't even have to ask.

'What happened, love?' I asked softly.

'It's just that ugly motherfucker again,' he sighed. 'She keeps saying he's my dad. She wants me to call him dad.' I stared off for a second not sure what to say. I kissed the top of his head.

'You shouldn't have to call him that,' I decided. He sobbed loudly again.

'She hit me, Y/N.'

I gasped and grabbed his head, turning it to make him look at me. And there it was, clear as day. A welt forming over his eye. I couldn't believe I didn't notice it earlier.

'I ignore him now. I don't insult him. I stay away. But now she wants me to call him dad,' he cried. 'Nothing I do is ever good enough. She knows I can't handle change.'

'Oh, baby. I am so sorry,' I whispered. Looking into his glassy eyes, I saw a brokenness I had never seen before. She went too far, as she always did. I kissed the tip of his nose. 'I'm sure that feels great, huh?' I half-laughed, sardonically, running my thumb gently over his swollen face.

His hand reached up and wiped my cheek. I didn't even realize I had started crying, too. I loved him so much and hated to see him hurting.

'Please, don't worry about me,' I said softly. 'I just cry when you cry. I'm a big dork.'

'I love you so much, Y/N,' he rasped.

'I love you more,' I replied. He sat up more so his face was level with mine. Leaning in, he kissed me delicately. He always kissed me so tenderly, his soft lips caressing mine so beautifully. Tate truly meant his kisses. They had intentions behind them. It was his way of saying 'thank you,' or 'I love you.' None of his kisses were meaningless.

The tenderness dissolved into a passion. We had this insatiable need to be closer to one another. We stayed like this for what felt like forever. Kissing in our mutual bliss. His ever-present need to give love and be loved in return was being fulfilled.

And with that, the broken parts of him began to heal again.

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Quickie but a goodie! Thank you for this request. I like writing Tate. He's a moody lil boy.

[homesickwhispers]

away.

(Van X Reader.)

even after your relationship ended, you and Van manage coparenting really well until one night changes everything.

angst + request. 🌸

The rain poured outside, drumming against the windows as I stared, frozen, at the notification a friend had sent me.

My hands shook as I opened the news link, my heart pounding in my chest as I read the headline.

“32-year-old rock star Van McCann from Catfish&TheBottlemen is known for keeping his private life under wraps, but no secret stays hidden from StarBuzz for long. We discovered the real reason this rock icon stepped off the stage: a tiny person who calls him Dad! That’s right—Van is a father!”

No. No. No, this couldn’t be happening.

My vision blurred as I glanced over to our daughter’s room, her little nightlight casting a soft glow.

We had tried so hard, worked ourselves to the bone to keep her existence out of the spotlight. To give her a life untouched by the chaos that came with Van’s fame.

But now… I could feel everything crumbling. My legs gave out, and I sank to the floor, my hands covering my face as I began to sob.

"Fuck, why now?" I muttered, staring at the article still open on my screen, the words blurring through tears I couldn’t hold back.

I blinked rapidly, trying to steady myself, but the memories crashed over me, unstoppable and vivid. Van holding our daughter, those stolen, precious moments we’d fought so hard to protect—now exposed to the world.

I wanted to call Van. I wanted to scream at him, curse him for not being here, but more than anything, I just wanted to be with him. To feel his arms around me, comforting me, holding me through this.

No one else could understand this pain the way he could.

And I needed him.

We’d been inseparable that year on tour, secretly intimate, a wild, unplanned part of each other’s lives. I’d always been cautious—insisted on the condom, started taking the pill. But one slip was all it took. When the test came back positive, I thought I’d seen his whole world tilt and reshape in that moment.

Van had wanted to keep the baby, marry me, settle down somewhere we could raise her away from the noise of it all.

And as much as I wanted that too, I knew him.

I knew the life he lived on the road, the girls he’d been with before me, even during. His freedom was like a second skin to him, a part of the person I’d fallen for.

And as much as it killed me inside, I knew he wouldn’t give that up for me. The thought gnawed at me, an ache I could never quite shake. Van’s love for the stage, the road, the life he’d always known—it was part of who he was. I wouldn’t ask him to trade that, not even for us.

But when the faint jingle of keys at the door snapped me from my thoughts I knew exactly who it was.

Van had his own set to my apartment. We agreed to it, since he came over so often to see Anya. That tiny silver key felt like a promise, a quiet commitment he’d made to be there for her, for us, even when life got complicated.

I wiped my face, trying to pull myself together, but the second he stepped inside and our eyes met, I felt the flood of emotion all over again

Van immediatly knelt down beside me, his expression a mix of worry and pain. He reached out, gently brushing a tear from my cheek with his thumb. For a moment, neither of us spoke—words felt useless in the face of everything we were feeling.

He finally broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry… I never wanted this for you. For Anya.”

I choked back a sob, leaning into his hand. “We tried so hard, Van. And now… everyone knows.”

His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. “We’ll get through this,” he murmured, his voice steady, as if trying to convince himself as much as he was convincing me.

“How did that happen, Van? What did we do wrong?” My voice cracked, my hands gripping his shirt as if I could anchor myself there.

He let out a shaky sigh, his gaze full of regret. “Apparently, some paps got a picture of you leaving my car, and then… they just didn’t let it go.” He ran a hand through his hair, looking away. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N.) I never thought it would get this out of hand.”

I shook my head, fighting back fresh tears. “We did everything we could to keep Anya out of this. But now…”

He pulled me closer, his forehead resting against mine. “We’ll protect her. No matter what. This doesn’t change that.”

"But everything else changes, Van! Everything else does.” I pulled away from him, my voice shaking as I tried to steady myself. “Did you even read that article?" The hurt and anger poured out. "They were talking about our kid as if she were just… just a piece of information. And me? Like I was some… some whore. Not that it matters anymore. I should’ve known better,” I whispered, sinking onto the couch, the distance between us aching.

Van stayed silent, watching me with that same look of helplessness, until he slowly knelt beside me, his presence warm and steady. He reached for my hand, his thumb grazing over my knuckles as if to ground me.

“You did nothing wrong, (Y/N,)”he murmured, his voice low and steady. “Nothing.”

I shook my head, pulling my hand away. “It doesn’t feel that way. I thought we were doing everything right, keeping her safe from all this chaos. And now—” I choked on the words, a fresh wave of tears spilling down my cheeks. “Now the whole world knows she exists, and they’ll tear her apart just like they do with everyone else.”

Van’s eyes softened, and he moved closer, the warmth of his body a comforting presence against the storm of emotions swirling inside me. “They won’t get to her. I promise you, I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her. We’ll figure this out together.”

I met his gaze, searching for the reassurance I desperately needed. “Together? You think that’s enough? You’re still a rock star, Van. Your life is out there for everyone to see. And now they know about Anya. How do we keep her safe from all of that?”

He sighed, running a hand over his face, frustration flickering in his eyes. “I don’t know, but I refuse to let them dictate how we live. Anya is ours, and I’ll fight for her privacy just like we’ve fought for everything else.”

His determination ignited a flicker of hope inside me, but the reality of our situation still loomed large. “What about your career? Your tours? You’re not just going to abandon all of that, are you?”

Van’s expression hardened for a moment, a mix of anger and hurt crossing his features. “No. But I can’t just let this go without a fight. I’ll take a break if I have to. I already did it once. I won’t let them drag her name through the mud while I’m off playing concerts.”

His conviction sent a shiver down my spine. I wanted to believe him, to lean into that strength, but doubts crept in. “You think it’ll be easy? They’ll be relentless, Van. They’ll want every detail, every angle of our lives. I can’t stand the thought of Anya being in the spotlight like this.”

“I know it won’t be easy,” he replied, his voice firm but gentle. “But we can’t let fear dictate our choices. We’re in this together, remember? And I won’t let anything happen to you or her.”

I looked into his eyes, searching for the spark of the man I fell in love with—the man who had promised to fight for us. But the hurt spoke louder.

“We’re not in this together.” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“What do you mean?” Van furrowed his brow, confusion mingling with concern.

I shrugged, pulling my knees to my chest. “You’re here for Anya, not for me. We are not together.”

“(Y/N), don’t say that. You know we would be together to this day if you’d take me.”

“Yeah, because that’s so easy for you to want!” I snapped, frustration bubbling over. “You can just impregnate me one night and go back to stage in the morning! Your life will still be the same. But me? I’m the one left to pick up the pieces, to figure out how to navigate this mess while raising our daughter alone. It’s not that simple for me!”

Van’s expression shifted, a mix of hurt and understanding. “I never wanted to leave you. You know that. I wanted to be there for you, for both of you. But my life isn’t as simple as it seems either.”

“Isn’t it?” I challenged, feeling the heat rise in my chest. “You get to keep touring, keep being Van. Meanwhile, I’m stuck here, dealing with the fallout from a decision we both made.”

He opened his mouth to respond, then closed it, seemingly at a loss for words. “I know I’ve messed up, but we can fix this. We can figure it out together, but you have to trust me.”

“Trust you?” I laughed bitterly, the sound harsh in the quiet room. “After everything that’s happened? You expect me to just put my faith in you again?”

“Yes! Because I love you, (Y/N)!I’ve always loved you, and I still do!”

His words hung in the air between us, a tangible reminder of everything we had and everything we could still lose. My heart ached at his confession, but doubt clung to my thoughts like a thick fog.

My eyes drifted to the picture on the shelf right in front of us—a photo of Van holding Anya in the hospital room, just hours after I’d given birth.

She was so tiny, cradled in his arms, his face a mix of awe and love. Ever since we’d broken things off, I’d wanted to take that photo down. But somehow, I never could.

It was one of the few pictures we had of him with her, a reminder of the moments we kept hidden to protect her, fearing that one day they might surface.

My tears spilled, and Van’s hand moved gently along my back, brushing them away as they fell. His thumb wiped my cheek, his touch steady and warm, grounding me in a way that made the pain both harder and easier to bear.

Through everything—touring, shows, endless nights on the road—he had been such a good father.

He always found ways to make Anya feel loved, feel like she was his priority. No matter where he was in the world, he made time for her, even if it was just a video call before her bedtime.

And she adored him, lighting up the moment he walked through the door or his face appeared on the screen.

“It hurts even more because she loves you,” I whispered, the ache of it all too much to hold back. “She loves you so much.”

“I love her, too. More than anything,” he murmured, his voice breaking slightly. “I’d give up the whole world for her, (Y/N), you know that.”

I nodded, swallowing hard. “But this world… this life you lead—it’s not the kind of life where people leave you alone. They follow you, they dig into everything, they expose things that aren’t theirs to expose. And now Anya… she’s caught in it.”

Van sighed, his hand moving from my back to take both of my hands in his, his gaze steady and full of regret. “I know, and I’m so sorry. I should’ve done more to protect you both. If I could take it all back, I would. But right now, all I can do is be here, be with you, and figure this out.”

His words tugged at something deep inside me, rekindling the feelings I’d buried since we’d ended things. I’d tried so hard to move on, to keep my distance, to remind myself why it hadn’t worked between us.

But moments like this, when he looked at me with such sincerity, when he was here, present and unwavering—it made it impossible not to want what we used to have.

I pulled my hands from his and crossed my arms, trying to steady myself. “You say that, Van, but… can you really change? For her? Can you step back and make her the priority?”

“Yes,” he answered without hesitation, his gaze never wavering. “I know I’ve let you down before, but I won’t do it again. I want to be in her life… and in yours. Whatever it takes.”

I looked down, wrestling with the surge of emotions his words stirred. “It’s not just about wanting it, Van. It’s about actually doing it. If we’re going to be in this together, we can’t keep living in separate worlds. Anya deserves better than that.”

Van took a deep breath, nodding. “Then let me prove it to you. Let me show you that I’m ready for this, for all of it.”

I looked up, meeting his gaze, and for the first time in a long time, I felt a glimmer of hope. “Alright,” I whispered. “But no more hiding, no more secrets. We do this openly, together.”

He leaned forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead, his hand still steady on my back. “Together,” he promised, his voice a warm vow against my skin

"What do we do now?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Well," Van started, looking hesitant but determined, "we need to make a plan. We could use a fresh start… maybe even move." He paused, searching my face. "And if you're okay with it, maybe... move in together."

I blinked, feeling a mixture of shock and disbelief. "What?"

He squeezed my hand, his expression softening. "I know it sounds fast, but I want to be there for both of you, every day. No more back and forth, no more worrying if I'm around enough. We could try—being a family, really giving it a shot."

My heart thudded as I tried to process what he was saying. Living together, being a family—words that felt too big and too real. "You mean… just like that?"

"Not 'just like that,'" he said, smiling gently. "But… if you'll let me, I want to build something real with you and Anya. We’ve been through so much, and I’m ready to be all in, no halfway measures."

I swallowed, feeling the weight of his words settle over me, warming me and terrifying me all at once

I looked out the window, unable to meet his gaze, even though his presence was like a gravitational pull. Van sighed, the frustration clear in his voice.

"Why can’t you believe me when I say I want this? When I say I want this family with you?”

I shook my head, the words spilling out before I could stop them. "I don’t know, Van. Maybe because back when we were together, you never acted like it. You never even talked about us being exclusive. And then one night, suddenly, I was the woman of your life?" I let out a bitter laugh, still keeping my eyes on the rain outside. "How could I fall for that? I couldn’t let myself be with you just because I got pregnant."

His silence was heavy, but I kept going, the hurt I’d buried for so long rising to the surface. "I loved you, Van. God, I loved you so fucking much. But if we got married, if we played house… I couldn’t bear the thought that it’d just be pretend for you. Like it was something you had to do, not something you wanted."

Finally, I turned to look at him, feeling the weight of every unspoken word. "I needed to know you’d be in this with me because you wanted us, not because you felt obligated to love the mother of your kid.”

Van reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he brushed a tear off my cheek. "It was never pretend for me. I just… I was too stupid, too wrapped up in my own world to say it. I thought you knew."

“Well, I didn’t,” I muttered, running my hands through my hair as I stood up, trying to keep my composure.

Van watched me, then said quietly, "Did you listen to my albums?"

I blinked, caught off guard. "What?"

“My albums,” he repeated, his gaze steady. “Have you listened to them?”

"Why are you asking me this now?" I scoffed, folding my arms defensively. “No, of course not, Van. I was a bit busy raising your kid.”

"They were all about you, you know?”

I froze, the words hanging heavy in the room.

He gave a rueful smile, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, I was a dickhead. I didn’t tell you what I felt when we were together, and you were right to question it. You getting pregnant… that was life telling me I couldn’t keep screwing up, telling me you’re it for me." He shook his head, his voice thick with regret. "But somehow, I managed to screw up again."

The silence between us was raw, his words cutting through every defense I’d put up. For the first time, I saw the weight of his own mistakes in his eyes, like he was living through each one of them all over again.

Van came closer, and this time, I didn’t pull away. I let him envelop me in his arms—the arms I’d spent so many nights wrapped in, the hands that had memorized every inch of my skin.

He pulled me tighter as he heard me cry, gently guiding us to the couch. I curled up against his chest, not wanting to think about anything else, just letting the comfort of him quiet my thoughts.

He stroked my back slowly, his voice a rough whisper. "I miss holding you like this."

I couldn’t bring myself to respond, my emotions too tangled to untangle with words.

He pulled back just enough to look down at me, his expression soft but determined. “Please, let me fix this, (Y/N.) I know you might not want to marry me—I get it. But let’s try. Let’s move in together, for real this time. Not because of Anya, not because it’s the easy choice, but because… it’s us.”

The vulnerability in his voice struck something deep within me, like he was laying himself bare for the first time. And in that moment, I saw past all the mistakes and regrets, straight into the man who wanted this as much as I did—who wanted us just as fiercely.

"Why me, Van?" I whispered, almost afraid to ask.

He looked at me like I was crazy. "Are you seriously asking me that?" He cupped my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek. "You’re the strongest person I know. The best mother. The most intelligent woman I’ve ever met. And you're beautiful—God, so beautiful." He let out a shaky breath. "I tried to move on. Tried to date, tried to… you know, but no one—no one—was you."

His words felt raw, vulnerable in a way I wasn’t used to seeing from him. And for a moment, everything else faded away.

"I guess I can say the same," I admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Van’s eyes softened, but a hint of something flickered across his face. "You weren’t… dating? What about that Lorenzo guy?”

I felt my face heat up. "Over."

“Shit, (Y/N), I’m sorry.”

I gave him a look. “No, you’re not.”

He shrugged, a small grin in his lips. “Yeah, I might not be.” “But It’s only because I know this can work, (Y/N.) Please say yes,” Van pleaded, his voice low and certain.

I sighed, looking up at him, feeling the weight of every word he’d just said. “Okay.”

His eyes widened, almost disbelieving. “Okay?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Let’s get the hell out of here. Somewhere the media can’t find us.”

Van let out a laugh and hugged me tightly, his warmth steadying me

As he pulled away, our eyes locked, and we both knew what we wanted. Without hesitation, he leaned down and kissed me—a fierce, passionate kiss, the one we’d both been dreaming of for years. We gasped for air, his eyes sparkling with something I hadn’t seen in a long time.

“God,” he breathed, a smile breaking out. “It’s as perfect as I remembered.”

But our little moment was interrupted by a tiny shadow in the hallway.

“Daddy?” Anya’s sleepy voice piped up, her blonde hair all tousled from bed. “Why are you kissing Mom?”

We looked at each other, laughing softly as Van pulled her into his arms, hugging her close. “Because I love her, sweetheart.”

“Why aren’t you sleeping, baby?” I asked, brushing a hand through Anya's messy blonde hair.

“I heard Daddy’s voice,” she replied, blinking up at us with sleepy eyes.

Van chuckled softly, his arms still wrapped around her. “You know I can’t resist coming to see you when I’m here. You’re the best part of my day.”

Anya yawned, clearly still half-asleep, but her little face lit up with a smile. “Are you going to stay with us now?”

I exchanged a glance with Van, my heart swelling at her innocent question. “We’re working on it, sweetie. I think your daddy wants to be around a lot more.”

Van nodded, giving her a gentle squeeze. “Yeah, I promise I’ll be here for you, always.”

“Good,” she said, then looked between us, her brows furrowing. “So, does this mean I get to have both of you together? Like a real family?”

My heart ached at her words, a mix of hope and fear coursing through me. Van and I shared another glance, the weight of the moment hanging between us. “That’s the plan,” I said softly, pulling Anya closer. “We’re going to figure this out.”

Anya grinned, and for a moment, the worries of the outside world faded away, replaced by the warmth of this little family we were slowly piecing back together.

As Anya fell asleep in Van's arms, his free arm remained wrapped around me, offering a warmth I had missed so much.

He smiled sadly, his gaze lingering on our daughter’s peaceful face. “I really am sorry. But I can’t lose this,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked at us, his eyes filled with a mix of regret and determination. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, (Y/N).”

I felt a lump form in my throat at his words. The sincerity in his eyes pierced through the walls I had built around my heart. “Van…” I started, but the words caught in my throat. I wanted to believe him, to believe that we could fix this, but the fear of heartbreak loomed over me like a dark cloud.

“I know I messed up,” he continued, his thumb brushing softly against my arm. “But I’ve spent so long running from what we could be. I don’t want to do that anymore. Not when I have you and Anya to fight for.”

I closed my eyes for a moment, allowing myself to lean into him, the familiar scent of him soothing my frayed nerves. “It’s just… it’s going to take time, Van. I’ve been hurt before, and I don’t want to go through that again.”

“I get it. I really do,” he said, his voice earnest. “But I’m here now, and I’m ready to prove that I can be the partner you deserve. I want to be a better father, a better man for you. Please just give me that chance.”

I opened my eyes, searching his face for any sign of insincerity. All I saw was hope—his and mine. “Okay,” I said softly, “but it’s going to be a journey.”

He nodded, a relieved smile breaking through the sadness. “I’m willing to take that journey with you.”

We shared a moment of silence, our eyes drifting back to Anya, who was blissfully unaware of the world outside her dreams. In that moment, I could almost see the possibility of a future where we were whole—a family, united in love and understanding.

Van kissed my forehead gently, and a smile crept onto my lips. “So, like...not trying to ruin the moment but when am I allowed to kiss you again?” he asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

I stifled a laugh, careful not to wake Anya. “I guess you’ll have to earn it, Dad.”

His expression turned mock-serious, feigning a dramatic sigh. “Earn it? I didn’t realize I was signing up for a quest! What do I need to do? Save a princess? Slay a dragon?”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Well, how about you start with picking up the toys and helping Anya with her homework? Then we can move on to cooking dinner together.”

Van laughed softly, a genuine sound that warmed my heart. “Deal. I’ll take on any challenge if it means I can kiss you again. Just tell me how many math problems I have to solve to get there.”

“Let’s start with a week’s worth of homework help and see how you do,” I replied, my playful banter making the heaviness of the moment feel lighter.

He leaned in closer, his voice low and teasing. “A week, huh? That sounds like an intense training program. But I’m ready. Bring it on.”

I bit my lip, both amused and touched by his enthusiasm. “Alright, but don’t think it’ll be easy.”

“Nothing worthwhile ever is,” he said, his gaze turning serious for a moment. “And you’re definitely worth it.”

That sweetness in his voice tugged at my heart, and I felt my resolve softening.

Maybe, just maybe, we could find our way back to each other amidst the chaos of our lives.

[chaoticmvse]

I'm so sorry that it's taken me what feels like years to catch up with all the games, but this beautiful Tuesday practically invites me to do it now. So get ready for a hail of musegames (below the cut). :-) + i'm tagging everyone else below all games, so if you already did them, i am sorry, just too lazy to look everything up.

choose a song for each letter of your url: tagged by @never-be-tamed

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol ; How you reming me - Nickelback ; A little too much - Shawn Mendes ; Ocean eyes - Billie Eilish ; Too much to ask - Niall Horan ; It ain't me - Kygo, Selena Gomez ; Complicated - Olivia O'Brien ; Messier - Tate McRae ; Vermissen - Juju, Henning May ; Sorry - Halsey ; End of an era - Dua Lipa

what negative emotion are you? tagged by @never-be-tamed the feeling is overwhelmed

babe :((,, it's gonna be okay, i know you try really hard to please people and live up to your own expectations, but please take a break. i know what it's like to work non stop and burnout is not pretty. sometimes it's okay to admit that you still have work, and take a break anyway. you're human and you can't keep running on energy drinks and self deprecating humor. believe me, i have been there. maybe stop staring at your phone screen and take a nap. trust me on this one. put on some noise canceling headphones, grab a glass of water with a couple of ice cubes, and take a nap or something. watch your favorite tv show. i love you and i know you can get through this, okay?

what are your hands covered in? tagged by @shevampyre & @zeitrcisender my hands are covered in stars

They burn, don’t they? And yet you still hold on. The flesh on your palms peels back, your fingers burning down to bone. Your tissues char and break away, your blood boiling inside your hands. The heat rushes up to kiss your face and chest, a sunburn in the dark and yet–yet you hold on, because they are beautiful. It hurts, but you see only the beauty of the moment, none of the pain. All of that suffering is worth a few moments of brilliance, isn’t it?

what time of the day are you? tagged by @never-be-tamed & @zeitrcisender and, what a surprise, i am midnight

you shouldn't be here, yet here you are. lost in an inked landscape. yet knowing exactly where you belong, where you should be. the sounds of god knows what lurking beyond the veil of the tree lines, they beckoning you, welcoming you.

it's the end of the world; what have you done? tagged by @never-be-tamed answer: the reluctant/accidental harbinger

You never wanted this to happen. You were scared, and you just wanted it all to stop hurting. Now... everything's stopped. (Stop, stop, STOP, isn't that what they screamed at you?) You're never going to see them again. You killed them all. Oh God, you killed them all. (Monster.)

find your totem animal tagged by @never-be-tamed my totem is the doplhin

balanced in harmony, the dolphin is your totem. you are a kind and gentle soul, but don’t let that fool those who mean to harm you. you have deep inner strength that can be harnessed when needed. you likely lead with your intuition rather than over thinking things, and the dolphin can serve as a reminder to trust your gut intelligence. most of all, the dolphin reminds you to bring playfulness into your life and live peacefully with all of those around you.

answer worst quiz questions and get a psychoanalysis but you dont know what the psychoanalysis is based off tagged by @never-be-tamed the answer (i honestly feel pointed out): heavy weight yarn that breaks when you try to pull it

you are beautiful. everything about you looks it. soft, colorful, with the potential of making so many things. but inside? you crack. easily, these days too. take a break. soon, it may be too late.

what greek god/goddess are you? tagged by @never-be-tamed the answer is artemis

artemis, the goddess of hunting, is another favourite, especially among young women. you love animals (perhaps more than people), and probably want to be left alone most of the time, though you do have a small group you go everywhere with. everyone likes you, though they don't know much about you.

That was incredibly time-consuming, but thanks for the links (mainly to alex) and now you can see what you've already done and what you haven't (have fun): @gvilty-c0nscience ; @divine-felonies ; @vcnenum ; @mvdness ; @shevampyre ; @lartist-e ; @betterstay-dead ; @crownedembers ; @modacriminal ; @hanyoyue ; @trauma-report ; @crimelrd & anyone who wants to get their muse a little bit better :)

[angeltrafalgar]

Kinktober Day 1

Wrench (WD2) X fem Reader 🔞🔞🔞

CW: Hand jobs, Temperature play, Breast worship

NSFW Minors Do Not Enter

(these will also be up on my ao3 later today)

I scratch the back of my head as we sit on the couch watching Scream. As my fingers run through my (H/L, H/C) I turn to my masked boyfriend beside me. All day he worked in the garage, taking apart and smashing god knows what electronics all day. Meanwhile I sit and I just watch, working on random codes on my laptop. So when he finally called me and said Y/N let's go relax. I naturally thought maybe that meant cuddles and sex. But nah, instead movie. Which is ok to be fair, I'm not complaining, it's one of my favorite movies. And pizza with ice cream. But my mind and ok hand may wonder. 

We are about an hour into the movie, as my hand creeps under the blanket. At first he doesn't say anything when my pinky finger goes under the hem of his hoodie, as I feel his stomach and his abdominal muscles, my middle and index fingers start to hover the top of his jeans, as the tips of them slide in. “Y/N, I thought you wanted to watch the movie?” He asks the ~ ~ mischievous lines appear on the LEDs, “you saying I can't do both?” A sly smirk appears on my face. “I'm-” I can tell I made him lose his train of thought as my hand goes in his pants as I start massaging his now semi erect dick. I smile confidently as I drag my fingertips down his shaft right to his head. I always loved how it felt, inside me, in my mouth or in my hands of course. 

I feel it get to full mast, as I look over the emotions that's flashing on his mask right now I smile. I take my other hand as I continue stroking his cock in my left hand as I take my right and unbutton and unzip his acid wash jeans. As I now have a bit more freedom of movement to increase my stroking pace. I make a V with my middle and index finger as my thumb runs down the bottom side of his cock. I hear him panting under the mask, as I mix going slow and fast. As I massage the head with my thumb, I feel him tense up. I go back to pumping, as I start to hear the faint robotic breath hitch in his mask. 

I flick my wrist as I tug a bit faster, I rub the tip of his head with a few more tugs I feel his cum squirt in my hand as I feel the warmth in my hand as I make sure he is finished before I take my hand out of his red boxers, as I look at him before licking my fingers clean, as I swallow all of it down my throat I smile. “You. Fu- I need to make you watch it more often. I smile at him, “nah just don't leave a girl desperate all day.” I tilt my head as he gets up, as he takes off the rest of his clothes except for his red boxers. 

“Where are you going?” I ask him as he eagerly goes to the fridge. “The sooner you get undressed the sooner you'll find out.” smiling I remove my clothing as I sit there on the couch waiting. “Ok close your eyes and keep them closed.” Odd request but ok. “Ok they are closed I promise i'm not looking. I hear him chuckle ok good. 

I hear him walk back over as my eyelid almost opens, “ahh ahh ahh no peeking yet.” He says in his mischievous robotic tone. As I feel his hand cover my eyes I hear something clang for a second then….oh. The ice that makes contact with the top of my breast makes goosebumps raise on my skin as he slowly drags it down to my nipple. I let out a moan as I bit my bottom lip. He slowly removes his hand from my eyes as I keep them closed this time, still biting my bottom lip. As I feel the ice circling around my other breast I feel it trail down my abdomen as he slowly drags it near my clit. I hiss at the feeling of the ice on the sensitive spot. As it is removed, “you can open your eyes now.” He says as I do, “just look at yourself. You know I bet they could cut glass.” I try to hold back a small laugh as his thumbs trace my nipples. “I don't know, I-” I let out a moan as his hand massages both of them. “I think-” I start as one of his hands leaves my breast as he lifts the mask off his face. “Stop doing that then.” He says as our mouths collide in a deep kiss. As his tongue traces every inch of my mouth, I feel him nibble my bottom lip before his lips move down my jaw. I let out an elicit moan as my back arches against the couch. Once his mouth reaches my right breast I feel his teeth tease the sensitive skin. My hand slowly goes down his side as he slowly looks up at me with those blue eyes. “Remind me to ignore you more often.” As I take my left hand raising his head to come back to my face. “Don't you dare.” I smile, knowing we are in for a long but fun night. 

[rottiens]

Currently thinking about Detective Reader who's Kento's wife, and there's trouble in paradise over both of them working too much and Ken prioritizing everyone's life over his (Reader has no family of her own, so she only has him). A couple years ago they were trying to have a baby, but didn't succeed, so they live in a sexless, distant marriage until Yuuji shows up and he has a sleepover on the couch.

On that night, Reader is haunted by vivid dreams of a demon with four arms, sharp canines and red eyes fucking her. When she wakes up, Ken is still up, reading his book. The ache in between her legs is unbearable to her, and she climbs on her husband and begs him to fuck her like she hates her: mark her, throw her, bite her, ruin her completely.

Because of Yuuji sleeping only a few meters away on the couch and only a thin door separating them from him, Ken hesitates first, but damn, he does miss his wife.

She's never seen him so cruel; his every thrust feels like a direct kiss against her womb, like a punishment for making him wait for something that's his for so long. His hand covers her mouth so harshly that her cheeks ache under his fingers, because despite her trying to keep her voice down, screams vibrate against Ken's palm as his other hand keeps her wrist in a grip above her head. Yet, when she closes her eyes, it is the demon's enormous weight nearly suffocating her; his large dick expanding her insides to the fullest, his teeth drawing blood as they sink into the sensitive flesh around her nipple, the mouth on his tummy opens before a large tongue begins to lap up her fallen juices and then abuse her clit with forceful licks. Her nails cut into her own palms even through the sheets that she gripped as her first orgasm arrives, she bites into Ken's hand in frustration to which he replies with a hiss before he forces his tongue into her mouth to silence his own moans. Tiny whines, hurried breaths, and skin slapping against skin sounds fill the room as Ken holds her legs up against her chest while he fills her up with his cum.

A simple tremble in his thighs is all she feels that might indicate that he's going to stop soon, but before she knows it, she's on her stomach with a fistful of her hair in her husband's grip as his other fingers ruthlessly pound back every drop of his seed that dared to drip out of her. Saliva pools around her cheek from Ken pushing her face against the bed to still keep her quiet, as if the echoes of him spanking his wife's pussy don't fill the entire apartment already. When he pushes his cock into her again, he promises to empty the entire load of his balls into her - and lord knows, he saved up a lot.

Luckily for them, Yuuji likes to sleep with headphones on with a movie as white noise.

A tear slid down my cheek…I am truly speechless. You gifted me with a full drabble and I feel attacked, blessed and filled with so many emotions together. The fact that Yuji was so close lskdkd stop this madness! /j. Screaming. And it's interesting cuz I've thought of a similar scenario so many times, but it's just the reader dreaming about Sukuna's true form. So, when I started reading, I was so interested in where this would go. Now I have doubts and questions about this AU, so you'll hear from me soon when I slide into your inbox,,,

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Cupid’s Arrows

Cupid

Love Triangle

Cupid flies into the air, this time stalking a teen boy named Deuce.

"Lalala! Love is in the air today!" Cupid sings, preparing to shoot Deuce with an arrow.

"Yuu, I'm sure Ace didn't mean it. He's always said shit he didn't mean, just like that time with Riddle," Deuce comforts, walking with Yuu back to class. "If it makes you feel better, he's probably getting scolded the shit out of by Riddle right now."

"But he yelled at me..." Yuu whimpers, about to cry again.

"Ace is a teenage idiot, just like everyone else is," Deuce says, hugging Yuu.

"Haha! Bless my beloved's heart!" Cupid exclaims, shooting an arrow at Deuce as he's hugging Yuu.

"Hah~" Deuce moans, making Yuu blush, and everyone around them silently stares at the two teens. "Ahhh~"

Yuu cringes and closes her eyes, and Vil and Epel stare at them. Vil covers Epel's eyes, silently ushering him toward the Hall of Mirrors. Several students from Savanaclaw snicker and the rest of the student body looks at them with confusion and disgust.

"Wait, it's not what it looks li-" Yuu pleads, trying to break out of Deuce's arms.

"HOW DARE YOU MAKE A FOOL OUT OF HEARTSLABYUL?!" Riddle screeches, his face scarlet and hair standing up. "GET OFF OF HER, NOOOOOWWWWW!!!"

Many students try not to laugh at Riddle's wrath, but instead, they end up as red as him, with tears of joy running down their faces. Yuu sinks to the ground with Deuce still holding her, then Riddle grabs Deuce by the heel and pulls him off Yuu.

RIDDLE'S TURNED INTO AN APE!

Yuu looks at the students and tries not to make too much eye contact.

"The strict school president or leader type? I'll add him in just for the control kinks in her sex life," Cupid comments, shooting an arrow at Riddle.

"YOU AND ACE ARE GOING TO BE SO-AAAAHHHH~" Riddle moans, atrociously loud.

Yuu decides to make her leave and runs to PE, where Jack and Sebek are waiting for her.

"Coach Vargas wants to see you," Sebek says, doing his stretches.

"Ah, thank you, Sebek," Yuu says, giving Sebek a thumbs up.

Yuu runs to Coach Vargas and sees the man with cranberry juice in hand.

"Ah, there you are, Yuu. A girl like you needs all the cranberry juice she can get during her menstruation cycle!" Vargas boasts, earning him a glare from Crewel inside his classroom.

"Wait...you're the one who's been tracking my shopping purchases from Sam's?!" Yuu exclaims in shock.

"Oh yes, Crewel wanted me to make sure you are making good financial decisions, so he sent me to keep a pair of eyes on you! Anyway, anyone who can bleed for five days needs all the nutrients and protein she can get!" Vargas boasts, laughing like Gaston.

"Number one, creepy! Number two, my period is already over!” Yuu says, beginning to get agitated.

“Oh, sure it is. That’s why you’re so not emotional right now, right?” Gaston teases, slapping Yuu’s back.

Crewel shakes his head and shouts out the window.

“I TOLD YOU TO LOOK AFTER HER! NOT STALK HER!” Crewel screams, getting his long-range whip. “AND DIDN'T I SAY NOT TO DO THAT WHEN MENTIONING HER PERIOD?!”

"Ahahaha!" Vargas laughs, making Yuu embarrassed. "Either way, I'm here to say you're in good hands."

Yuu shakes her head and walks toward the track, where she meets with Jack.

"Hi, Jack! How are you doing?" Yuu asks, running with Jack.

"I feel great! I bought a new Blue Buffalo bag and mixed it with my egg protein shakes. I feel stronger already!" Jack exclaims, his muscles bulging.

"Blue Buffalo? As in the dog food brand?" I ask, worrying about what he's eating.

"Yep! Wolves need good diets as well!" Jack cheers, speeding up.

"Wait, Jack! That's dog food! Just because you can eat it doesn't mean you should!" Yuu pleads, chasing after him.

"Well, it's working for me, and I feel gr-r-reat!" Jack replies, growling at the last part while spinning me around.

"Jack...come on now."

"Haha! Fine, I'll find alternatives to Blue Buffalo. But it's not because I like you or anything!"

"What was that last part?"

"N-Nothing!"

"A tsundere jock?! He's definitely on the backup boyfriend list!" Cupid squeals, writing his name down on a pink notebook.

The bell rings, and Jack and Yuu go to lunch, where Ace grabs Yuu from behind, dragging her into an empty hallway.

"Sorry, this is the only way I could approach you. I wanted to apologize for what I said earlier today. I-I am an asshole for what I did. You're one of my best friends, and I should totally treat you better! Riddle already collared me for two weeks as punishment. So, you forgive me?” Ace apologizes, trying not to look me in the eyes.

“Yeah, sure!” Yuu cries, hugging Ace. “Let’s be friends again, ok?”

“Ha, yeah…friends,” Ace responds, hugging Yuu back. “Is there a chance we could be…”

“Could be what?”

“Uh…could be eating lunch with our friends right now. I heard they have chicken schnitzel today.”

"Oh, sure. Let's eat with Deuce and the other first years. He'll be glad to know we've made up."

"Yeah..."

Ace sits with the other first years, and Deuce looks at him.

"I see you've made up with Yuu," Deuce notes, halfway glaring at Ace. "Is there anyone else you'd like to give an apology to?"

"Right. Sorry I almost beat you up, Deuce. You're my partner in crime, and I don't know what I would do at this crazy school without you," Ace apologizes, giving Deuce a small and gentle fist bump. "Sorry, bro."

Deuce's eyes light up, and his smile seems like it could brighten a room.

"It's all cool, bro!" Deuce exclaims, jumping over the table to tackle and hug Ace.

The two Heartslabyul students hug each other on the floor, and Yuu watches them with tears.

"What a heartfelt bromance!" Cupid sings, looking into the cafeteria as a dove. "I'll make sure they'll stay bros even after one of them dates Yuu!"

"Awww, you guys are so cute!" Yuu squeals, trying to hide her tears.

Ace and Deuce look at each other and hug attack Yuu.

"This is what two best friends are for!" Ace exclaims, sandwiching Yuu between him and Deuce.

"You guys are the best!" Yuu cries, joining in with their hug.

"I want a hug too..." Jack whispers, looking at Yuu, Ace, and Deuce.

Unbeknownst to them, a certain fae prince was brooding in his room at this very moment. Malleus has tried again and again but hasn't achieved the best friend zone with Yuu yet.

"Lilia, what am I doing wrong?" Malleus groans into his special horn-adapted pillow.

"Malleus, maybe you're trying too hard? Why don't you try being more natural with Yuu?" Lilia advises, sitting down on the bed with Malleus.

"Oh, my Gods! A prince and his young royal advisor who will be by his side! Yuu could totally need this in her life!" Cupid exclaims, getting ready to shoot Malleus. "Feel the love, horny prince!"

Cupid shoots an arrow, but it bounces off Malleus's gargoyle statue. It hits Lilia straight through the chest, making Lilia's face flush.

"You know what, Cupid, that's ok! The royal advisor needs a chance at love too! He's only 16 and serving the prince!" Cupid reassures, getting a clear shot of Malleus.

Cupid shoots Malleus through the heart and the fae prince mewls in pleasure.

"I've got to find out why these arrows keep making people do that," Cupid notes, reminding himself to figure out why the arrows make people moan. "Either way, I'd say a job well done!"

Cupid flies back into his pink clouds and watches the life of Yuu from above.

[taehyungisminee]

STRAYKIDS - MATES [Part - 11]

"Felix is pregnant." Hyunjin whispered, face dull and eyes teary. His insides were shaking in the presence of the Blood Alpha that sat in front of him on the bed. The Luna wanted to run away and never look at his mat again after what he had done to get information out of him. The elder knew he was scared of those eyes and yet he dared to use them upon him for the sake of some information.

"You already told me that...I need to know more." Chan muttered, voice not wavering at all unlike Hyunjin. He just sat there expressionless while staring at his Luna for answers who was sniffling.

"Leave." Hyunjin whimpered, voice weak and body shivering.

"You know that I need to know." Chan replied casually. "I don't care. Just leave." Hyunjin stated,

wiping his dripping tears with the back of his hand.

"Hyunjin..." Chan sighed, closing his eyes to try and not get annoyed again. "What?" Hyunjin snapped, lips quivering to hold back his sobs.

"Just speak. Don't make me angry again." Chan said in a warning tone, the aura around him turned dark.

"What if I do make you angry again? What are you going to do about it?" Hyunjin snapped, not even glancing at Chan. He just didn't want to.

"Hyunjin...don't do this again. I don't want to lose control again." Chan said, eyes glaring at the Luna who didn't seem to back off either.

"Go ahead and lose control. I don't care!" Hyunjin said in a loud tone, chest heaving in anger as tears still dripping down his cheeks. It was just hurting too much...the image-the blood red eyes-that night...it just all came back suddenly, crushing Hyunjin to pieces.

"Hyunjin. Don't make me do something that I would regret later..." Chan tried to threatened but Hyunjin was just too much lost in his emotions and anger to even listen to him. The younger let out a sob, covering his mouth with his hands to stop the loud sounds. He was still a Luna...he can't let anyone hear him cry like that. "Hyunjin...just tell me, okay?" Chan tried again but the younger only continued to cry in his hands.

"Hyunjin...I need to know about whatever is going on..." Chan repeated himself, voice desperate and carrying an annoyed tone.

"Please...leave me alone..." Hyunjin whimpered, sobs erupting from his throat without a stop.

"Hyunjin...I am trying to work with you calmly right now. Just answer me. I just want to know what is going on. That's it. Just tell me." Chan said softly, looking at Hyunjin with softer eyes than before. "I don't w-wana talk t-to you...please..." Hyunjin whimpered weakly.

"Hyunjin!" Chan almost yelled at the Luna.

"Don't make me use my Alpha voice again!" Chan added angrily. "Do it..." Hyunjin whispered, slowly moving his head to finally look at Chan. The other just stared at him with frowned brows, a little confused at why in the world would Hyunjin say that. "You did it just right n-now...What difference will it make? Huh?" Hyunjin muttered, hiccupping in the mid.

"Hyunjin...don't talk like that to me-" "Why? Did I lie? Did you just not do it without caring how much it scares me? Why can't I say it out loud?" Hyunjin almost screamed the last part. A sudden wave of anger taking over him from nowhere.

"We both know that I need to know the truth." Chan stated, his nose flaring in anger too.

"Why can't you wait for the right time? I will tell you soon enough. I already told you more than you need to know!" Hyunjin shouted, eyes red and tired with tears.

"Right time? Stop messing with me! One of my Omegas is emotionally broken and the other one keeps on getting sick every morning. I didn't even know Felix was pregnant. Just tell me what else I don't know! How am I supposed to run a pack when you don't even tell me the truth? What do you take me for? Huh?" Chan said loudly, chest heaving with heavy breaths.

"I said I will tell you at the right time-" "I am asking you to tell me now! Stop pushing me to my edge. You are testing me, Omega." Chan screamed, irises almost turning red.

"Testing you? Really? What else can you do that I have not seen yet? Are you going to show me your red eyes again like you just did? Huh? Is there anything left that you can try on me? I am not scared of you. What are you going to do? Huh?" Hyunjin yelled back with same intensity.

"Hyunjin! Don't make me lose control. This is a warning." Chan threatened in a deep tone but Hyunjin was too far gone to control himself.

"I am not scared of your warning anymore! Have you not done enough already? What are you going to do now? Rape me once again?" Hyunjin screamed, tears falling down his red-hot cheeks. "Why are you making it so difficult for both of us?" Chan retorted. "I said that I have already told you enough!" Hyunjin yelled again and this time sometime inside of Chan snapped.

"Enough! I am asking about these-" Chan paused to grab Hyunjin's wrist harshly, his touch rougher than he intended to. "These bruises on your wrist and that burn on your right feet. Where the fuck did these come from?" Chan yelled, jerking Hyunjin's wrists with such force that a cry ripped out the Omega's throat.

"I am asking you to tell me about these! Why do you have to test my patience all the time?" Chan screamed, voice dripping with aggression and agony. It was as if he had almost lost himself to his wolf who was more than just upset after knowing that his Omega had disobeyed him. He didn't even care when Hyunjin cried out in pain, asking him to stop. He was just too angry.

"Am I supposed to go around like nothing happened when both of my Omegas are in despair? Just fucking tell me Hyunjin!" Chan spat out, his eyes starting to turn red slowly. Meanwhile, Hyunjin tried his best to pull away but the Blood Alpha was too strong compared to him. He let out another sob...it was hurting too much. He could write it with his blood on wall if needed...this Alpha in front of him wasn't Chan. Why is he being this way?

It wasn't until they heard a big explosion sound that Chan stopped his movements. Both of the mates were completely still from the shock for a moment before one of the guards came rushing in-without prior announcement. What the hell was happening?

"The Kingdom is under attack!" The guard yelled, coming into the Royal mates' view. Chan instinctively covered Hyunjin, standing in front of him. He did not miss to notice when Hyunjin did not close his eyes or turn away to hide his eyes like usual.

"Go ahead. I will be right there." Chan ordered, quickly standing up as a King. The Guard bowed before quickly leaving the room. The Alpha let out a sigh, mentally preparing himself for a war. "Hyunjin. I need you to stay with Felix and get all the Omegas to-" Chan started to speak, turning around to look at him but stopped at the very moment he got a glimpse of his Luna.

Hyunjin looked almost dead with the expression on his face, body not moving an inch as he just stared into nothingness with tears on his face. His tears seemed to be never-ending, falling one after the other like rain droplets.

"Hyunjin! You need to go! It is a war-" "Felix got pregnant during my heat. Changbin is the father of the baby. I have not told anyone but you yet...not even Felix and Changbin. After the officials went behind our backs to perform the Mystic Ceremony...I was forced by my sprit to unfold my powers which I kept hidden away for good...for true justice...for Felix. He is in despair-" Hyunjin started to speak, voice dull and sad as if it was a big void inside of him.

"This is not the right time-" "You have shown quite powerfully that you don't care about the right time. You said that you needed to know and...you have shown what limits you are ready to cross for some mere information, your highness." Hyunjin replied, interrupting Chan who didn't know how to react either. "Hyunjin-"

"Felix is in despair...he needs to make peace with what has happened before I tell him the news. I don't want him to be fine just because he is pregnant. I don't want him to depend upon his pregnancy to feel better...feel normal again which is why I didn't tell him. I took all his physical pain upon myself like I do with you all when you go to fight in a war. It was mere morning sickness that I was feeling. The burn on my right leg is actually supposed to be on Felix's feet right now...the bruises on my wrist...all...all of them belong to Felix." Hyunjin completed, standing up on his feet in the end. His right feet immediately gave up, a sharp pain travelling through him but he didn't care, withstanding the pain as if it was nothing.

"Hyunjin..." Chan whispered unknowingly. He did not know what to say. Hyunjin had been sacrificing himself once again and yet he mistreated him. What had he done? "Hyunjin-"

"I have already told you everything. I am of no use to the King now, so don't you dare step near me ever again or my agony will burn my body. Just One more thing." Hyunjin stopped him once again. "Jinnie...I-"

"The Luna of our Kingdom will stay with you...he will take all blades that touch your skin...he has forgiven you. The Luna has to be merciful...he has forgiven you already. However, Hyunjin...Hyunjin is still trying to process what has just happened. I apologize on his behalf if he can't make his peace with the fact that his Alpha was that violent with him. What can he do? Huh...He has never faced such a slap to his face before..." Hyunjin finished, shaking his head in the end before walking out of the room to get Felix. Chan tried to say something...he wanted to say something but the younger was already gone.

"Hyung!" Felix called out, catching Hyunjin's attention in midst of the crowd of the Omegas that were settled under the same roof for the time being. It was nothing new. It happens all the time when there is a war. All the Omegas of the castle stay together whenever there is a war going on for convenience. Some of them look after the injured fighters while the others support each other in such a tough time. It was a way that Hyunjin introduced so that all the Omegas of the Kingdom remain protected and secured during the rough times.

The said Luna looked at his mate, turning his head towards the right to find Felix running towards him with a baby. It was like he could see even with the blindfold now that his powers were unfolded. "Don't run! What is wrong?" Hyunjin asked, whispering gently. Just whispering was enough to get his message across considering the eerie and sad silence that prevailed in the Royal hall. Everybody was waiting for good news with worries all over their faces.

"I found this kid laying there on the ground with no parent or guardian around. Who would leave their kid like that?" Felix frowned, cuddling the small white bundle close to his chest.

"They would if both of them are soldiers. They might have been in a hurry because of the emergency. They left the kid in our care." Hyunjin replied, smiling when he caught a glimpse of the baby's face. His soft features melted Hyunjin's heart. Those little round eyes...rosy chubby cheeks...the little thumping along with a button nose and pouty lips made Hyunjin forget about all his worries including the war.

"Is he a boy or a girl?" Felix asked curiously, knowing that Hyunjin would have already figured everything out with his powers.

"It is a seven months old boy...an alpha boy." Hyunjin answered, fingers moving to get a touch of the baby's soft skin. His index finger travelled along the soft white flesh gently, caressing it with love and care. Nothing else existed for Hyunjin but the baby. He let out a gasp when the small Alpha suddenly held his index finger and moved it towards his mouth while the Luna just let him.

"Hungry...aren't you? He is going to be a strong Alpha." Hyunjin stated, a grin spreading across his face.

"How should we feed him, Hyung?" Felix questioned, eyes staring fondly at his mate who was busy in his own world with the baby.

"Take him to supplies corner. There is milk and some fruits there. Try feeding him a mango." Hyunjin said before leaning down to place a soft kiss on the baby's head.

"Hyung, can I ask something?" Felix said, his face suddenly becoming serious. "Yes."

"Why are you not fighting the war? Your

powers can easily help us win...why are

you here and not fighting the war?" Felix

muttered, frowning in the end.

"It is not what I do, Felix. I can end the war within seconds if I were to fight but I don't have the right to interfere between our soldiers and their duty. I can't let them depend upon the Luna every time there is a war. It is their duty just like how I have my duties to take care of. I am here to take care of these Omegas and handle the castle while the Alphas and Betas are out there fighting. We can't leave our duties to do what is not our role." Hyunjin explained, voice gentle and soft.

Hyunjin sighed as he could feel everyone looking at him, beholding the scenario with their own perspectives and thinking about just how they are going to talk about this incident for the next month. The Luna slowly turned towards his mate before starting to speak.

"Don't question. Quietly leave the Royal Hall with all the kids from the nursey. Take them to Chan's Chamber. Don't let anyone know." He whispered in Felix's ear. The younger was a bit scared from the tone of the Luna but Felix knew better than to let his guard down. He just smiled and turned around to do just what Hyunjin had said. He was a bit sceptical about leaving Hyunjin alone but just decided to trust his mate for once.

"Now...speak of your grievance. Briefly." Hyunjin said calmly, turning to look at the woman again who was filled with anger. The Luna almost laughed at the Lady for her acting. Hyunjin knew just what was going on and how to deal with it.

"You killed my baby and I want justice." The lady said loudly, walking close to Hyunjin as if he was not a Luna but a mere friend of her.

"Do you know how it feels like to lose a baby? You-"

"I will only say it once." Hyunjin interrupted the lady, whispering quietly after leaning a bit towards her ear. "Leave with your four Alphas right now before I burn you all five into ashes. You can't fool me." Hyunjin smirked before leaning away.

"I am being merciful right now. I don't want to hurt anyone of you since its not a war I seek with anyone. So, leave while I give you the chance to. Also, for a fact, I do know how it feels to lose a baby." He added, voice dark and calm. The Lady had shivers running up all over her body as she gulped in nervousness.

"H-How-" She stuttered, receiving a smile from Hyunjin. Everyone was looking at them, wondering how the tables have turned. What did the Luna exactly say to the Lady to scare her so much that her eyes were blown wide?

"The moment you started to scream...I just knew it. Leave Now." Hyunjin stated, almost growling in the end but also making sure to keep his voice low so that no one hears otherwise it might panic everyone and create chaos. With his powers and experience, it did not take Hyunjin long to realize that the Lady was here for Hyunjin's assassination along with four Alphas that were mixed up in the guards somewhere.

"Please escort her out now that her problems seem to be solved." The Luna said loudly for everyone to hear, smiling sweetly in the end.

"It is too late now." The Lady smirked and before Hyunjin could register, two Alphas had already jumped on him from behind, tackling him to the ground defenceless. "Move and we will kill him." One of the enemy Alpha said, pointing a knife at Hyunjin's throat. The guards were quick to turn into wolves but stayed back at their positions since the Luna was in the enemies' hands and they didn't want even a single cut on Hyunjin.

The Luna thought if he should use his powers but immediately denied it when he realized that there are civilians near him and he can even think about risking their lives in case his powers become too strong with his anger.

"You are making a grave mistake." Hyunjin said, letting out a whimper in the end as the Alpha pulled on his hair roughly before making him stand up on his feet.

Hyunjin could feel the cold metal against his skin as he continuously thought about the ways to get out of this situation. He was relieved as he realized that Felix was already safe in Chan's chamber. He can't let no harm come to him at all. He tried to struggle when he felt the rough fibres of rope digging into his wrists behind his back but the two Alphas were stronger than him.

"Move." One of the Alphas said as they started to take Hyunjin out of the hall. The younger immediately made a mental decision of using his powers as soon as they are out of the hall and away from civilians. He knew the Alphas can't kill him in the hall...the guards will kill them as soon as he is not a bait anymore.

Hyunjin let out a deep breath as he silently walked with the enemies with them leading the way. It wasn't until all of them stopped that his fear began to grow again. Why did they stop suddenly? That also...just next to the entrance door. "Why? Is something wrong?" One of the Alpha asked the one who was the first one to stop in his steps, eyes boring into Hyunjin.

"He is pretty." He said, not too loud for everyone to hear.

"He is a Luna and there are his people just behind us. We need to get out!" Another Alpha replied.

"Look at him, though..." The Alpha stated, his hands moving to caress Hyunjin's cheeks who just turned his head away. He whimpered when his hair was yanked to make him face towards the Alpha again.

"We need to go!" Another enemy Alpha said but the first one didn't listen. "Where else would we get a chance to have such a beauty like him?" He said,

smiling like a maniac.

"Let's go!" Another Alpha yelled, pulling Hyunjin away from him but before they could walk further, an angry growl paused everyone and everything. It was loud, dark and deep. It was angry, very...very angry. It was Chan. The message was loud and clear-Let Hyunjin go.

Hyunjin smiled internally...the Luna could feel the Blood Alpha standing at the entrance of the hall- just in front of them to stop anyone from going out. He knew Chan would come if he feels like his mates are in any kind of distress. He is the Blood Alpha after all.

"You are going to let us go right now or you will regret it." Hyunjin unknowingly let out a loud whimper as his hair were pulled on the side harshly before he felt sharp canines grazing on his neck.

"Give us the way!" One of the rivals shouted and the Luna squirmed as one hand travelled up to his chest. The crowd was a bit confused when the Black werewolf took two steps back. Was the Blood Alpha going to let them get away with the Luna?

All the doubts and murmurs were quieted down by a loud growl that came out from the Black Wolf. So powerful...so authoritative...so strong that it almost sounded like a roar from a Lion-Bang Chan- The King. It was enough to send the Alphas holding Hyunjin fly in the back where the Kingdom's guards were ready to take care of them. Just a growl from Chan was all it took that the enemies were down on the ground, asking for mercy.

Within seconds, all the five impostors in the crowd were arrested and taken care of. One of the guards ran to Hyunjin, opening his restraints to let his hands be free. Everybody acted fast to catch them unlike Hyunjin who was just standing at his place, one of his hands on his neck where the Alpha's teeth were grazing. He was a little shaken up by the incident. It had been a long day for him...he wanted to cry...just a little but he can't. People were watching. He has to be on his best game. He has to be strong for them.

Chan silently walked towards his Omega who was standing still from the shock. Hyunjin did not even try to move an inch as he felt the wolf growing closer until he could feel the soft and wet fur on his skin. The Black wolf, as tall as Hyunjin, carefully leaned down to nuzzle against Hyunjin's neck so as to try and comfort his mate.

Hyunjin bit his lower lip to stop himself from letting out a sob. He just can't cry right now. His hands went up to touch the Black fur before he pulled the wolf into a hug, arms not meeting at the back of the big wolf's neck. He could feel the wet blood on his fur and even a bit on his neck and face but he didn't care. He was craving for it right now.

Chan stayed at his place, letting Hyunjin just hug him...comforting his mate in the time of distress. It was as if he could read all of Hyunjin's thoughts. The wolf gently licked Hyunjin's neck at the place where the other Alpha's canines were just minutes ago. Chan continued to lick it again and again till Hyunjin pulled away from him with a smile.

There he was...Bang Chan...Hyunjin's mate, his Alpha. It has always been like this. One look at Chan could break all of Hyunjin's guards. Just one glance and the image of the devil will be replaced by a vulnerable wolf who is desperate to save his mates from misery...a leader who can't let anyone get hurt...a mate who doesn't want to let his mates be worried about anything or carry the burdens alone.

"You need to go. The soldiers need you."

Hyunjin whispered, eyes looking into Chan's red ones. The wolf stepped back as if agreeing with Hyujin. "Please come back." Hyunjin added, his Omega side taking over him. Behind his role as the Luna of the Kingdom, he was nothing more than an omega who was worrying for his Alpha.

'I will...always.'

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