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turbulentscrawl · 5 months

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Sfw/ nsfw para norton por favor!!! 👁👄👁

I'll take any excuse to write for my favorite man ;)

These are relationship-focused. Spicy stuff under the cut. Enjoy <3

Norton Campbell

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-Norton didn’t start to bulk up until he came to the manor. That is, he’s always been tall, and working the mines made him strong, but at home he never got the nutrition he needed to actually pack on muscle. The manor provides food constantly, so his body has been playing catchup and he’s had to let out his clothes a few times. (Strong man give good hug, make feel safe.)

-Norton has minimal experience with romance or anything related to it. He’s had interest in people a few times over the years, but his long work hours, financial situation, and trust issues weren’t really conducive to serious relationships.

-That said, I think after he decides that no one is ever escaping the manor, he’d be pretty open to starting a relationship if someone genuinely caught his eye. In some ways, it’s not the worst situation to be in. He’s in good health (aside from the ever-looming threat of gruesome not-death in the games), has stability, food, shelter….why not also let himself have love if it feels right?

-He’s a bit awkward with romance at the start. The other men at the mines set poor examples for how to love and appreciate a partner. Of course, Norton hated most of them and wouldn’t trust their advice if his life depended on it anyway…but he doesn’t have much else to go on.

-He does, however, strongly prefer to show love through Acts of Service. He’s a provider at heart. He also gives Quality Time in the sense that he spends his spare time as your shadow. He expects to sit next to you at meals, stand near you during meetings, guard you during matches. He’s not huge on PDA in most circumstances, but he likes to be within arm’s reach. (It’s also close enough to hear any snarky comments he mutters under his breath, and he enjoys hearing you giggle over them.)

-He has a possessive streak. It typically shows itself during his personality flips, which he tries to stay away from you during, but he will have slipups that are usually just him pulling you away from someone standing too close or throwing another person’s hand off you. He feels rotten after the fact if he does anything more drastic.

NS/FW

-Norton has as little bedroom experience as romantic…but he is both very familiar with his own body and pragmatic enough to not be too awkward in the learning phase. Having been a laborer most of his life, he takes instruction and critique well.

-His endurance is not amazing in the beginning. He’s fit enough that it will improve quickly (and he can go several rounds if you give him a short break), but in the meantime he’s also pretty good with his hands. He’s got thick, calloused fingers and a firm grip

-Norton strongly prefers to top. He could be convinced to change it up once in a blue moon, but being submissive just doesn’t feel right for him. He’s been an underdog for too much of his life; he wants to have the power.

-He’s a considerate top and isn’t cheeky enough to try pushing any boundaries. …but please let him be a little rough. He wants to manhandle you.

-He’s on the quiet side during sex. If someone is gonna get loud, he wants it to be you. The noise he makes is generally limited to soft grunts and heavy breathing, but he’ll also growl as a special treat if you tease him just right. Run your nails against his scalp. Run your nails against his scalp.

-His avoidance of PDA extends to sexy times. Norton would not agree to being intimate somewhere you’re likely to be caught, and he won’t make a move on you when other people are around. I do think he might pick up a very subtle way to tell you that he’s hoping for some hanky panky later (something like winking at you. he is NOT a winker otherwise), but don’t expect him to say something suggestive or dirty when other people can hear it.

#idv x reader #identity v #identity v x reader #norton campbell x reader #idv prospector #spicy content #turbulentscrawl

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hayleythesugarbowl · 5 months

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Hey I got a request for joey from friends

So basically you and joey are together and you just had your first child together and joey was Comfort you while you in labour and helping you and when you baby girl came you was scared to hold her and do anything with her so joey help you and you was shocked to see joey like this hope that makes sense

The One With the Baby Girl || Joey Tribbiani x reader

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summary: oneshot where joey helps you through the birth of your daughter

word count: 1k

warnings: childbirth (also quick disclaimer! i have never experienced/been present during a birth so please forgive me if this isn’t accurate)

a/n: ok i actually love this idea sm so thank you for requesting it! i hope you enjoy this

quick edit!! i was going back looking through my older work (1/10 do not recommend btw 🤭 the cringe is real) and i am so sorry i didn’t explain (v/o/y/n) = variation of your name. and y’all are smart so im sure you figured it out but still just thought I’d clarify because im dumb. have a great day loves xx💋💌🍒

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This. Was. Hell.

None of the childbirth classes you had taken could have prepared you for this. You had known labor was not going to be a piece of cake, that much you could have expected.

But you hadn’t expected it to be this…well, laboring. You gripped the sides of the hospital bed as you desperately tried to push harder than you already were.

“Hey, you’re ok, just breathe,” you heard Joey’s voice from the side of your bed and you felt him as he moved behind you and began massaging your shoulders.

“I can’t do this,” you said between breaths, feeling a wave of panic. What if you couldn’t do this?

“Yes you can (Y/n), I know you can. Can you breathe for me? In, out. There you go. Now again. In, out. You’re doing great.”

And it worked. You felt significant calmer as you reached up a hand to squeeze Joey’s and he squeezed back.

Joey had been a huge help to you throughout the whole process. While you had been in the early stages of labor, he had kept you company and helped to pass the time by talking about how you were going to decorate your baby’s room and if he thought the baby was going to be a boy or a girl and even by attempting to play a very dull game of ‘I spy’ which ultimately ended when everything was either white or gray.

Now he fluffed the pillow behind you and brushed the hair from your face as you continued to push. You hoped it wouldn’t be long now, but you just had to get through this.

“Can I get you any water?” Joey asked you and when you nodded he brought over the glass from the bedside table and brought it gently to your lips, allowing you to take a sip.

You were surprised at how attentive and helpful Joey was being. You hadn’t known he would be so good in these kind of situations.

Suddenly you cried out in pain as you were brought out of your thoughts by a particularly painful contraction. Joey rushed over to stand next to you and you grabbed his hand tightly.

“Sorry,” you gasped, letting go of his hand.

“It’s ok sweetie,” he said, waving it off, “I didn’t need those bones anyways.”

You breathed out a laugh and Joey smiled at you, taking your hand again.

You let out another cry of pain.

“Just let me know what I can do, ok?” Joey said, rubbing your back.

“Be here,” you managed.

“I wouldn’t dream of leaving,” he said, “I’m going to be right here by your side the whole time.”

With Joey’s help and a lot of painful hours on your part, eventually you gave a final push and the next thing you knew the doctor was holding your baby—your daughter (Joey owed you 5 bucks)—in his hands.

You laid back against the bed and Joey knelt beside you.

“You did it (Y/n), I’m so proud of you,” he said.

You watched as the doctor came over to you and reached out his arms with the baby—your baby—and all of a sudden you weren’t sure you were ready. You had just been through all this and now you weren’t sure you were ready to take this next step. What if you dropped her or she cried more than she already was or—

You didn’t know why you were so scared. You’d taken all of the classes and read all of the books and you were ready for this. Ready to be a mother. But you couldn’t make your arms reach out to grab your child. It was like you were petrified.

“Joey I can’t—”

Joey jumped up from beside your bed knowingly and gently took the baby from the doctor’s arms, expertly placing one hand behind her head and neck and the other under her bottom.

“Shh, you’re gonna be fine,” Joey soothed the baby as her cries began to cease.

He walked over towards you and knelt down beside your bed again.

“Are you ready?” He whispered. “Because you don’t have to do this before you’re ready?”

You closed your eyes and nodded, “I’m ready.”

Joey placed the baby in your arms, guiding your hands and arms to the right positions.

“There you go,” he said, “See, you’re alright.”

You began to relax as you held your daughter for the first time with Joey right beside you, and you took a moment to appreciate how amazing this all was. You had done this—you and Joey had done this.

You looked down at the baby in your arms. Your hands had begun to stop shaking and you shifted to more comfortably hold her.

“She’s beautiful,” Joey said, his voice cracking just a little, “Just like her mother.”

“I’ll give you two a moment,” the doctor said, exiting the room. The door shut and then it was just you and Joey and your new baby girl.

Joey sat on the edge of the bed next to you and you scooted over to make room for him. He gently kissed your damp forehead and brushed the hair away from your face.

“Sorry Joe, I’m probably sweaty and disgusting,” you said.

He looked you in the eyes and grew serious, “I have never seen you look more perfect.”

He looked down at his daughter in your arms. “And you, you are the most perfect baby girl in the world.”

“What are we going to name her?” You asked him, overcome with emotion. You couldn’t believe how perfect he was. How perfect all of this was, you thought as you looked down at the baby now falling asleep in your arms.

“(V/o/y/n). I think we should name her (V/o/y/n),” Joey said, taking his eyes from his daughter to your face.

“I love it,” you said, leaning your head against his shoulder. You paused a minute taking everything in. “We’re parents, Joey. It still doesn’t seem real.”

“I can’t wait,” he said, smiling as he putting his arm around your shoulder, rubbing it gently, “We’re going to be awesome parents.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at Joey’s enthusiasm, even as you felt your eyes begin to get heavy with tiredness.

“And whatever comes, we’ll get through it,” Joey said. “You and me. Together.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope this is what you wanted love have a great day!!

#joey tribbiani x reader #joey tribbiani #friends #f•r•i•e•n•d•s #friends imagines #fanfiction #fanfic #reader insert #x reader

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ateriblewriter · 11 months

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Bagels (a.m)

enjoy!

"Babe why are you crying?" Auston walked up to you snaking his arm around waist, his hand landing on your belly. He raised his eyebrows giving you a questioning look as to why you were crying in the middle of the bakery area at the grocery store.

You ignore your husband, instead choosing to continue staring at the selection of bagels in front of you, fixated on what was not there. How dare they not have what you wanted. The one thing that you had been craving since your mind hyper focused on the breakfast food earlier that week.

"You know I can't make it better if I don't know what's wrong." Auston tried again to break your hyper focus. He just needed to wrangle it out of you what was upsetting you and then he could help. That's all he wanted to do. "Y/N please."

"Bagels." you sniffle.

"What?" Auston wasn't sure if he had

"Bagels. They don't have the asiago." You sniffled admitting why you were tearing up. Damn hormones. It wasn't the end of the world, but with the surge of emotions if sure felt like it. And to top it off you could feel your lovely husband laughing at your misfortune. Why why was he laughing.

"It's not funny Aus. I'm huge. I feel like I'm going crazy. And this child will not stop kicking my bladder. All I want is an asiago bagel, but there aren't any left."

"I'm sorry babe." Auston's forehead hit your shoulder as he continued to chuckle at you. You do your best to throw the sharpest daggers you could despite the tears staining your cheeks. You tried your hardest to be mad at the man, but it wasn't easy. "But you're right it's not funny. I'll stop."

"Thank you." You wiped your tears, going back to contemplating your options of bagels. You were so focused on tying to decide on what your wanted, you never noticed Auston saying something and walking off in the opposite direction. "Wait Auston no. Comeback." You take a step but stop when you feel a wetness.

He really didn't need to what he was doing. But he was doing it anyways. And lucky for him the baker was able to find a bunch in the back, so he didn't have to go back empty handed.

"Look what I found." He flashed his pearly whites, holding up the newly acquired item. Auston's face fell when he saw the panicked look wash over your face. "What's wrong now?"

"It's go time. I think my water broke." As excited as you had been, now it had been soured by the fear of the unknown and dull twinges of pain from labor.

"Breathe." He set the bagels on a nearby shelf. He grabbed the basket from your hands and placed it on the ground. "Breathe with me, Y/N." he held your hands, urging you once again to take a sip of air. It help. He helps. You wouldn't be able to do this with out him. "What do you want to do?"

The two of you still had time before the little bugger arrived as you only just begun labor. A decision was made to quickly check out with the groceries you already had, check in on Felix and make it to the to hospital in time for the arrival of the sweetest little baby boy.

“He’s perfect Aus.” You hold you newborn child in your arms.

“I know. And he’s all ours. We get to keep him.” Auston sighed watching you take care of the little creature you had given birth to hours before. He couldn’t thank you enough for giving him his perfect little family.

"Now, what are we going to name him?"

#auston matthews #auston matthews imagine #auston matthews x reader #nhl imagine #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #baby odie #baby otis

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bihansthot · 9 months

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Ok lovelies I did it! I wrote the Kuai Liang side of the request for:

Hopefully you lovelies will enjoy this one! I actually had a really good time writing it which is weird because I usually struggle writing for Kuai Liang verses Bi-Han. I had fun though because I got to incorporate some of myself in this one too since it’s a reader insert for Kuai Liang, the reader, you are my sister-in-law! Fun right? It got a little longer than I expected a little over three pages maybe four? I don’t know Pages is kind of a weird app but really easy to navigate on Apple devices and since I write on my Ipad now using a bluetooth keyboard it seems to do the job, it’s just kind of annoying because there’s no page numbers and no word count, but whatever I guess. This fic also heavily features good brother Bi-Han and depicts the Sub-Zero Brothers in their natural enviroment, aka being antagonistic little shits to one another, but in a very loving way. Anyway I really like this one and hope you will too!

Title: What Are Big Brother’s For

Rating: Teen (some swears, what else is new for me)

Pairing: Kuai Liang x F!Reader, background Bi-Han x Sol (aka me) implied Tomas x Hallvard

Summary: You and Kuai Liang are expecting your first child together and despite reading tomes of literature it turns out the younger Sub-Zero brother has no clue what to do, thankfully Big Brother Bi-Han is there to help.

Author’s Note: As always lovelies please like, reblog, comment if you enjoyed it as it keeps me motivated to write more!

You exhale deeply and bend forward at the waist, extending your arms toward the ground as much as your huge, pregnant belly will let you as you follow along to your “Mommy and Me: Prenatal Yoga, Third Trimester” Blu-Ray. “Inhale deeply and slowly roll yourself upright,” the movie continues as you follow along wobbling a bit as your balance isn’t quite what it used to be. You hear the door open and you’re greeted with a cool breeze wafting towards you as you hear the footfalls of your husband, the Grandmaster inching ever closer. His cool lips press gently to your forehead as you attempt to continue following along with the video mimicking the tree pose. You can’t help but reach out for Kuai Liang’s well-muscled shoulders to steady yourself.

“Are you sure it’s ok to still be doing yoga this late into your pregnancy xīngān?” He asks, his deep voice laced with concern. Being a first-time father Kuai Liang is not sure what to expect or what is safe or not despite the mountain of literature he’s read on the topic, he’s asked his brother what to expect numerous times as Bi-Han was a proud father of four and had been through the ups and downs of his significant other being pregnant. Bi-Han has been an invaluable resource on the topic, but after four children he’s a bit more laidback on the subject and a little more “just let her do what she wants” for Kuai Liang’s taste.

“It’s fine Liang, this is the program for the third trimester, the Blu-Ray says you can do it up to labor, you know I want to keep my body as healthy as I can for our baby,” you beam and happily rub your belly as you try and transition into chair pose, something far more obtainable for a very pregnant woman to achieve. “Oh, that felt a little weird, I don’t know if the baby likes this pose,” you crinkle your nose and try and ignore the sudden burst of pain rippling through you.

Kuai Liang grabs your shoulders immediately in an attempt to steady you, “really xīngān you shouldn’t continue if you’re in pain, you’re due any day now, I’m sure our little one will understand if you take some time off,” his handsome face knits in concern as he expresses his fears to you.

“Really it’s ok, it helps keep my mind clear and not focused on the pain that’s coming,” you say that, but you’ve given up following along with the video, the cryomancer’s strong, but gentle hold on you making it impossible if you wanted to continue in the first place.

“Still, I think that’s enough for now, your feet look swollen, let’s get you in the chair by the fireplace and let me rub your feet for you xīngān,” Kuai Liang helps walk you over to the fireplace but you never reach it.

A loud “Oh” falls from your lips as liquid suddenly drenches you to the core and your feet are soaking wet with the warm, thin fluid.

“Oh, what?” Kuai Liang repeats with concern before realizing what had happened, “oh! Oh! Your water broke!? Your water broke!” He parrots over and over again, panic written all over the Grandmaster’s handsome face.

You groan as a contraction hits and squeeze his cool hand tightly, “Liang, I can’t stand,” you warn before going slack in his strong arms.

“What do I do, what do I do?” The cryomancer repeats over and over as he supports your weight with ease, it finally dawns on him to get you to the chair. He scoops you up bridal style and carefully makes his way over to the plush chair by the roaring fire. He sets you down in the comfortable chair before staring at you like a lost puppy.

You cry out again as another contraction wells up and lights your nervous system on fire, you grimace and look over at your husband, trying to remain calm, “call your brother?” You offer, hoping the older cryomancer might actually have some useful tips or information to deal with the situation, but deep down you hope it's his wife who answers.

“Bi-Han! Yes! Call gēgē he’ll know what to do!” Kuai Liang snaps into action as he makes his way over to the desk in the room to search for his phone, of course, he wouldn’t carry it on his person like someone normal would. It takes him a moment to locate the device as he frantically fumbles to unlock the device and scrolls through his most recent contacts list until he finally comes across Bi-Han. “Please pick up, please pick up, come on you asshole answer the damn phone,” he growls in frustration at the screen as you sit there trying to focus on your breathing.

“What do you want you, little shit?” You can hear Bi-Han’s voice finally answer as Kuai Liang switches over to speaker phone.

“What do I do?!” Kuai Liang desperately asks, not bothering to explain the situation to his brother at all.

“Shit, what’s wrong, calm down kiddo,” you notice the shift in Bi-Han’s antagonist tone quickly switch to protective big brother mode.

“It’s y/n, her water broke, she’s having contractions, I don’t know what to do, I’m not ready!” Kuai Liang laments, his voice cracking as if he was trying very hard not to start crying.

“Dídí listen to me, you have to calm down, you knew this was coming, she’s been pregnant for nine months, take a deep breath,” Bi-Han instructs. “How far apart are the contractions, is the pain manageable? Have you called her doctor yet?” Bi-Han asks in a deep, calm yet authoritative voice, the same type of voice he’s used to calm his little brother down for years.

“I, I uh I don’t know, I didn’t know you were supposed to time them,” he answers sheepishly, red tinting his cheeks.

“Ok, let's start with that, can y/n hear me?” The older cryomancer asks, trying to keep his younger brother calm.

“I can hear you Bi-Han, is, is Sol there by chance?” You answer taking another deep breath and cradling your stomach.

“Sol’s picking up the boys from soccer practice, but she’ll be back before anything crazy happens, she won’t want to miss your little one’s entrance into the world,” Bi-Han reassures calmly. “Now, have you been keeping track of the contractions since my knucklehead of a brother isn’t?”

“They aren’t urgent yet, maybe five minutes apart, but the pain is pretty rough,” you admit and wince as the pain builds up again.

“Ok, Liang, hang up on me, call the doctor, tell them y/n’s contractions are approximately five minutes apart, but the pain is worrying, I’ll be right over, I’m going to call Sol and tell her to meet us at the hospital ok? Don’t do anything until I get there,” Bi-Han instructs the younger cryomancer.

“Ok, ok gēgē, call the doctor, tell them contractions five minutes apart, but painful, wait for you,” Kuai Liang repeats before quietly adding, “thank you,” and hanging up. “Ok xīngān I’m going to call the hospital now, are you feeling ok?”

“I’m ok love, I’m just a little worried, I haven’t been through this before either,” you give your husband a worried little sideways smile.

“We’ll get through this together xīngān if Bi-Han can manage being a father I know I’m more than capable of it,” Kuai Liang scoffs softly not wanting to admit how grateful he was to have his older brother in this situation.

You can’t help but wonder if Bi-Han was as flustered as Kuai Liang is going through it for the first time, knowing your himbo king of a brother-in-law though he probably winged the whole thing and somehow managed to do things correctly, though not without his wife’s help. You vaguely ponder what it must have been like for Sol as your husband calls the hospital and tells them you’d be arriving shortly and going over the procedure for check-in upon arrival, highly impressed at your technology-hating husband’s ability to navigate two phone calls back-to-back. Suddenly the fire goes out thanks to a large draft in the room caused by your brother-in-law’s timely arrival.

“I sent the recruits home for the night,” he announces as you shiver, wondering how on earth your sister-in-law managed to get used to the cold that clung to the older cryomancer.

“Thank you, brother,” Kuai Liang replies and stands there awkwardly before Bi-Han’s large hands clamp down on his shoulders reassuringly.

“You got this little bro, you don’t have to do anything hard, you just wait, your wife has to do all the hard stuff stop freaking out, she has the same doctor who’s delivered my four kids, everything will be just fine,” Bi-Han informs Kuai Liang in a very confident tone.

The Grandmaster just stands there blinking for a few moments before finally coming back to himself, “you’re right, everything will be fine, if you can deal with this I certainly can.” Kuai Liang does his best to give himself a little pep talk as for once Bi-Han doesn’t question his capabilities.

Bi-Han makes his way over to you and crouches down next to the chair before placing a cold hand on your forehead, “are you feeling ok? You don’t feel hot, is the pain ok? Have you been abusing my brother’s hand properly?”

Something about Bi-Han’s simple gesture makes you feel at ease and you’re very grateful your brother-in-law is there in this moment and you can’t help but cry, emotions getting the best of you, but in a good way. “I’m hanging in there Bi-Han, the baby is behaving and not hurting as much anymore, but I get the feeling they’re eager to get here, my contractions are closer together now,” you all but sob as you ramble the information off to the older cryomancer.

“Shhh, it’s ok, you’re doing such a good job,” Bi-Han reassures, petting your head softly before glaring harshly at his younger brother and it doesn’t take Liang long to get the message to come over to hold your hand. “I called Sol and Tomas, Hallvard is watching the kids for the night, they’re already headed to the hospital, is your bag all packed?” Bi-Han asks soothingly.

“Yes, it’s packed, can you go get it for me? It’s at the foot of the bed, along with the baby’s bag and the car seat we borrowed from you,” you steady your breathing as you ask him between sobs trying not to let them turn into hiccups.

“Of course,” Bi-Han leaves you alone with your husband as he goes to gather the things the two of you need for your soon-to-be baby.

“She’s really almost here isn’t she?” You sniffle happily cradling your swollen belly, pride slowly replacing the panic you felt earlier.

“She is,” Kuai Liang repeats softly, “I’m so proud of you xīngān you’re doing a much better job of keeping things together than I am, I was so petrified I didn’t know what to do.” He strokes your head lovingly and places a kiss on top of your head as you tense with another contraction causing the Grandmaster to grimace from the intense pressure you inflict on his hand.

“Sorry,” you grin sheepishly and wipe away the last of your stress-induced tears, “are you ready to be a father?”

Pride gets the best of Kuai Liang as he answers, “if my idiot brother can be a father you can bet I’m ready, I will be the best father out there, our little girl will want for nothing and be loved more than anyone else this world has ever known.”

“Idiot brother who knows what he’s doing,” Bi-Han corrects as he saunters back into the main room or the Grandmaster’s suite. “I’m putting his stuff in the back, with you Kuai Liang, y/n can sit up front so she has more leg room, but I’m driving, no way in hell am I letting your frazzled ass drive right now.” Bi-Han dictates as he heads out to pack up the car.

“No. No! Absolutely not! There is no way I am letting you drive! We’ll never make it there in one piece!” Kuai Liang exclaims forgetting about you for a moment to run after his brother in a relatively normal display of sibling rivalry.

“I’m the oldest, and it’s my car, I’m driving, end of story, besides you’re emotional as fuck right now, you’ll drive us into a snowbank. No discussion.” Bi-Han barks back and Kuai Liang almost winces at the dominance in his brother’s voice.

You cry out from another contraction, “oh for fuck’s sake, let him drive Liang!” You shout at the two squabbling cryomancers.

“Do as your wife says,” Bi-Han hisses and holds the keys over Liang’s head knowing full well his brother couldn’t reach them without jumping for them.

“Fine,” Kuai Liang finally relents, “but you aren’t allowed into the delivery room.” He huffs hating to lose to his older brother.

“Jokes on you kiddo, you aren’t allowed either,” Bi-Han laughs and climbs into the driver’s seat as Kuai Liang makes his way back over to you to carry you to the car.

“Unfortunately he’s right again, only females are allowed in the delivery room love, something about Chinese customs, Sol and the doctor warned me in advance since it's different than what I’m used to,” you explain sheepishly.

“We’ll see about that,” Kuai Liang scoffs as he buckles you into the seat and climbs into the back praying to the Elder Gods Bi-Han delivers all of you to the hospital in one piece.

The trip down the mountain was harrowing but by some miracle, Bi-Han navigated the drive with surprising precision as he pulls up to the hospital’s entrance. “Ok, get her inside, I’ll park and bring the bags in, Sol and Tomas should be there already,” Bi-Han announces as he puts the car in park and idles at the entrance.

“Thank you, brother, I, I mean it,” Kuai Liang replies reluctantly as he steps out of the car and helps you out.

“Please let me walk Liang, I don’t need the hospital seeing you carry me please, it’s embarrassing,” you try and reason with your husband. Unfortunately for you though another contraction hits and you double over in pain causing Kuai Liang to immediately pull you into his arms and march you inside the hospital.

“There you two are!” You’re greeted with a bright smile as a cheerful, busty, pink-haired woman bounds towards you.

“Sol, how did you get here so fast? You barely had time to leave before us and you had to stop to get Tomas,” Kuai Liang greets your sister-in-law and looks over toward Tomas who looked white as a ghost.

“Do NOT let this woman drive,” Tomas merely states.

“I, uh don’t really know how to drive in the snow or ice, so I just floored it the whole way and hoped for the best!” Sol chirps happily as she pulls a wheelchair over and gestures for Kuai Liang to put you down.

You blink at her incredulously, “Sol, you’ve lived in Arctika over 15 years, what do you mean you don’t know how to drive in the ice or snow?” You’re so distracted by your overly excited sister-in-law you don’t even notice your next contraction.

“You think Bi-Han lets me drive? Like Mr. I’m in Control of Everything would give up driving, he only lets me ever drive the kids to school and back since it’s right down the road, and honestly, most days they walk anyway,” Sol explains giving you that looks of ‘you’ve met Bi-Han now try being married to that’.

“R-right,” you stammer trying to be polite as Kuai Liang informs the desk clerk of your arrival and receives directions to your room, and informs him the doctor is on their way from their private practice and should be there momentarily.

“Ready xīngān?” Kuai Liang asks as he takes control of the wheelchair away from the pink-haired woman.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you answer trying your best to feel as confident as you can.

The delivery process isn’t as bad as you feared, but you were very grateful for the epidural and your overly excited sister-in-law’s support. You cuddle your little girl to your chest for the first time and cry tears of joy as you’re soon joined by Kuai Liang who can’t help but become overwhelmed with emotion as he openly weeps upon seeing the two of you.

“Oh she’s perfect, absolutely perfect, she looks just like you xīngān,” he whispers softly as Sol quietly makes her way out of the room to give you two some space.

“Come on qīn, I wanna see my niece!” Bi-Han all but shouts as he’s forcefully pushed out of the room and you’re once again grateful for your sister-in-law.

You and Kuai Liang are left in quiet awe as your baby girl coos and opens her eyes for the first time blinking and looking up at the two of you before smiling brightly and making happy noises.

“I think she likes us,” you whisper to Kuai Liang, eyes still glistening with unshed tears of happiness.

“I think you might be right,” he agrees as he squeezes your hand in glee as your daughter’s chubby little fingers wrap around his finger and she squeals with excitement.

“Look, she knows her Bàba already,” you sigh happily cradling her close. “She’s cool like you,” you admire the small bundle in your arms as your emotions overflow with happiness.

“Your Bàba loves you so much little one, so much,” Kuai Liang whispers and allows himself to get lost in the moment, lost in the emotions of bringing a life into the world with the one he loves more than anything else. He hadn’t realized how much fatherhood would change him, but this simple, tiny little girl was suddenly the center of his world and he would do anything and everything to protect his little family.

#mortal kombat #kuai liang #sub zero #bi han #og sub zero #reader insert #kuai liang x reader #sub zero x reader #sub zero x you #fluff #pregnancy #tw pregnancy #so much fluff #emotions #please like and share #fluff fic #fic request #my writing #cute

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dilf-whore · 2 years

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hey I’m the anon who requested the Steve x reader about her giving birth. I was more thinking about the birth is really difficult and he is encouraging her. Thank you ☺️

delivery difficulties

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

genre: fluff

A/N: here you go! thanks for clarifying, i hope you enjoy 💕 also i’m so bad with titles please bear with me lol

warnings: struggles of giving birth (?)

requested: yes

requests are OPEN

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“I-I can’t do it, fuck!” You scream, gripping tighter unto Steve’s hand. You’re currently giving birth to your first child and you were getting impatient, only a portion of the baby’s head has come out and you were in so much pain. Those things that other moms would tell you: how it’s such a wonderful and amazing thing that has ever happened to them and how it’s life changing were lies. Yes it is indeed life changing because you and Steve now have a huge responsibility to take care of for the rest of your lives and also because giving birth is traumatizing. “Yes you can! You’re doing great sweetheart!” Steve encourages you. You push some more and you scream in pain and frustration, you could feel you skin tearing down there.

Tears starts to stream down your face as you pull Steve closer to you - you just don’t want to let go of him. You sob and Steve starts to get teary - he could see how much you’re struggling and he just wished he could be the one to give birth instead. An idea suddenly comes into his mind, “can I sit behind her?” he asks the nurse. She gives him a nod and he carefully lifts your back as he sits behind you - you’re now in between his thighs. Steve leans you to his chest and wraps his arms around you, “come on Y/N, I’m right here. Push!” Screams and cries filled the delivery room from you and Steve, he was so into it he even started pushing alongside with you - it helped you a lot though.

After a good hour and a half that felt like eternity, your son, Nicholas was finally out. The doctor wraps him up and brings him to you, you cradle him into your arms and Steve brushes his fingers of his soft rosy cheeks. Your son is big - his body all chunky and healthy, no wonder he couldn’t come out that easily.

“He’s beautiful” you smile, your pain now forgotten. This is what the wonderful and amazing thing the moms were talking about: having your child now on your arms and out to this world. The nurse takes Nicholas to clean him up and you rest your head on Steve, your eyes threatening to close shut as your exhaustion is taking over.

“You’re so amazing and strong, Y/N” Steve says, wiping your sweat and putting away strands of hair out of your tear stained cheek. He’s filled with so much happiness, adoration, and relief but part of him feels guilty. He feels so useless because all he could do was hold you and say encouraging words while you had to endure 9 months of carrying a child, pain during labor and delivery of your son. “I’m sorry you have to go through this” he adds. You hold his hand and place a soft kiss on his knuckles, “don’t be sorry, I also wanted this anyways. Having you with me is more than enough, you also did great okay?. I love you” you reassure.

You’re such a lucky woman to Steve Harrington as your partner and the father of Nicholas. He’s such a compassionate, sweet, kind, and loving man. He always puts others first before himself, Steve always stuck by your side throughout your pregnancy. He would go out late at night just to get the foods you craved for - even the weird and rare ones. He attended every appointment with you, read some books, and tormented some older adults you both trust to give him some advice. Steve did everything he could to make your daily activities easier. He even knows all of the things that makes you nauseous, to the point where he himself felt sick too.

He rests his chin on your head, “I love you too”. A small smile forms on his lips.

There is no doubt that Steve would be an amazing father.

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#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things scenarios #stranger things oneshot #stranger things headcanons #stranger things headcannons #stranger things blurb #steve harrington #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington headcannons #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington scenarios #steve harrington x reader #joe keery #joe keery x reader

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copperbadge · 2 years

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fitzaddams

I feel like you've landed in an inverse Arthur Conan Doyle situation. You have given the public this (ever expanding) cast of characters (the various micro countries count as characters), and you're just as pleased to continue writing as we are to continue to enjoy these fruits of your labor. You're pleased to write these fluffy, essentially happy things, meanwhile ACD is still rolling in his grave everytime someone posts about wanting another series about Sherlock.

Poor ACD. It really was frustrating for him. The frustration wasn’t even that people clamored for Sherlock Holmes -- he was pleased enough to make the money the Holmes stories commanded, since he had some experience of poverty, and because he enjoyed the prestige of basically naming his price. He seems like he was a decent enough person but he definitely had some quirks and ego was significant amongst them.

But the thing is, Sherlock Holmes wasn’t meant to be the star. Sherlock Holmes was a framing device. To him, the compelling part of A Study In Scarlet was the flashback, the high adventure and romance amongst the Mormons in the wilderness of Utah. Holmes and Watson were just what he was using to get there. The great dichotomy of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was that he had the ability to craft incredibly compelling characters and tell quite good stories, but his passion was for, basically, dime novel historical adventure of the most tedious sort. His frustration wasn’t that Holmes was so beloved, but that Holmes was so beloved when what Sir Arthur himself loved to write was so universally ignored.

Because it was bad! It was bad and boring! Sir Arthur, why? There truly is no accounting for taste.

(If readers are interested there’s a fascinating documentary called The Shackles Of Sherlock Holmes that explores Conan Doyle’s extremely fraught relationship with his writing and his readers.)

I do wonder what he’d think of fanfic. On the one hand, this huge wealth of additional material would mean less demand for his Holmes work, which would leave him to write his weird boring historical fiction in peace. But it would also cut into his profits, and I think he’d hate the idea of anyone being considered better at Sherlock Holmes than he was. I do know what he’d think of all the spinoff media: as long as he got a cut of the royalties he’d be delighted. :D

Anyway, it is nice that people enjoy the Shivadhverse, because I do have so much fun with it. I can imagine that if I were in Conan Doyle’s situation, it’d be like if I wanted to write the Shivadhverse but really, truly, the only thing people wanted was stories about Eddie’s life pre-Gregory in America. Fine! That’s not unfun! But it’s not the most interesting part of the story.

#sherlock holmes #sir arthur conan doyle

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“Grr, stupid kids! You made me look bad!”

Beginning Notes - Hey guys, before you start reading, this is the first fic I had written a while, some nice criticism will be great. Another thing, I'll be adding YOUR original characters to this story! Make sure to DM your OCs in my discord sillymies#0696

One last thing, this story will be LONG... so stay tuned. Check out my social media for drawings and comics (along with some extra scenes) for this fic! And, of course, for more content for our favorite two characters, Streber and Kevin. I hope you guys enjoy the first chapter; I already have an extra two chapters written already; however, they are heavily edited during this time. The next update should be up by tomorrow. (This is also posted on AO3)

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October 1st, 2012 Monday 6:00 PM

"KEVIN!" "KEVIN! KEVIN!"

Oh great, not those two again.

Today is the first day of October, which meant Halloween was coming soon enough. A holiday that employees that serve the public can't certainly enjoy. Unfortunately, I had the pleasure of being the only guy who sold candy in this crappy town. As a result, this business was almost busy. My two best customers– If I could even call them that, viewing, I give them free candy every day waddled themselves here.

I sighed, "What'll be kids?"

Ugh, I don't know why I asked! I already knew what they wanted! But these two do love Bocadins. I don't blame them; they're delicious. I'm not entirely sure why they don't use the actual name, but whatever.

"Can we get a candy can? Please, Kevin!" "We'd waited all year like you said!" "Yeah! It's finally the spooky month!"

Right...

Kevin's Flashback

The Candy Club shop had existed for a while. Funny enough, I never thought I'd work at this place. Jeez, I didn't even think I'd be the only employee in this dead-end job. In middle school, I remembered when this building was under construction. I had to be around fourteen when everybody realized a new business was opening in this tiny town. I was definitely an eighth-grader when this happened. I don't have the best memory. By the time I reached sophomore year, it had finally finished production. With a small town and low labor, it was bound to take a few years to complete.

After Candy's Club's grand opening, the place was frequently packed, visited by everybody I knew. Literally.

It was next to my high school and a couple of neighborhoods. So it was bound to get heavy traffic. If I had to be honest, I always dreamed of visiting the place, but I couldn't. Of course, it didn't help that my walking route to home, school, and my best friend's place forced me to walk in front of the business occasionally. So it was almost every day I walked past it.

I remember the first day I visited. I wasn't a huge fan of candy. Scratch that. My parents were heavily against it, so I couldn't form a strong opinion on it. So I never really knew whether or not I would've had a sweet tooth in my younger years. Now in my early twenties, I can finally say I love sugary food, which, if you haven't noticed, includes candy.

Radford was honestly the one who took me for the first time. He'd just turned sixteen and applied at the local theater we used to visit during our free time. The place he applied at wasn't JUST a theater; it had an arcade and was pretty cool. Radford was the one who mainly spent all his allowance and time there.

Anyways, he got the job. No surprise there. Radford knew the owner due to how frequently we visited. He had a great relationship with the guy. Man, Radford didn't even have to go through the struggle and process of an interview. He was hired on the spot when he asked. What a lucky guy...

Radford was more than happy when he realized he was hired on the spot. The first thing he did was excessively call me. Even though Radford smiled joyfully when we met, my parents weren't. They were upset with the bill they got from the calls from Radford.

We'd typically celebrated things by, well, hanging at the theater/arcade, but Radford wanted to change things up. To be fair, I don't think you should celebrate the news of your brand new job at– well, your new job location. With the theater being a no-go, he wanted to try out the new candy shop with me. The one that everybody in our high school went crazy on. The Candy Club.

I was excited. But I had to pretend I didn't want to. What if my parents saw it? I freaked out, knowing my parents would've grounded me for something so small.

"Come on, dude, you gotta at least try it. Your parents aren't even here. What are you so worried about?" Radford could tell I was nervous when we walked closer to Candy Club. But, of course, Radford being the worst friend I ever had, found this funny. Jerk.

"You know my parents can sense when I did something wrong! They're like super crazy freaks–! Oh crap, I shouldn't have said that. What if they heard?!" I could visually remember how I looked around my surroundings just in case one of them was watching me, but not a single figure. That didn't even matter to young me. He was still feeling uneasy.

I was an extremely paranoid kid. I didn't have abusive parents; they were sweet but heavily overprotective, and they could've been harsh at times too. I was the only child they had, so that could be why they were so weird sometimes. They were against anything considered unhealthy, like pizza, burgers, or whatever. Obviously, that included sugary substances. For most of my life, I was on a strict vegan diet.

Man, I remembered when I had my first bite of a burger. It was so delicious. Radford took me all around town, trying out different fast-food restaurants. Grills & Boys had to be my favorite restaurant at the time! It's a shame it wasn't like it used to be before.

I think today; I still might be a little paranoid. Not as much as before, thankfully. But I still kept up with eating vegetables. I had to maintain my figure somehow; it's not every day you see some good-looking guy down the street! Right? I'm kidding.

I worry a lot; it's the one thing I'm known for. Radford constantly has to remind me to 'calm the fuck down,' but what does he know? His life was much smoother than my miserable one.

"Dude. You're the super crazy freak. Come on." He mocked. He found my terrified outbursts funny. But, like I said, Radford didn't take me seriously. Even today, he's still basically the same person.

He forcefully dragged me to the candy shop, ignoring my complaints whenever I mentioned what my parents would do to me if they found out. After that, which would've been nothing, I was just all talk.

My parents wouldn't have done anything necessarily wrong to me. The worst thing they could've done was a long boring lecture about how sugary foods can kill me. Just the usual on what their speeches were usually about.

When we entered the place, we were greeted heavily by the only employee who worked before me. To get this straight, no, I wasn't the first to work at Candy Club. I'm glad I wasn't the first employee at this shit establishment. I would've been more disappointed if I had worked here since the beginning it was built.

"Hey! Welcome to the Candy Club! Where your satisfaction is our treat!"

At the time, previous Candy-Club employees had to say this 'slogan' whenever someone entered the store. That has never changed. It's required for all employees to say once a customer comes in. But I don't do it. I refuse to say it because I find it so stupid.

Radford was the first who started talking to the guy. It looked like they knew each other, once again, not even a surprise. Radford liked speaking to people. I didn't.

"Hey, Dennis! Did you get your latest shipment in?" Radford asked, pushing up his glasses as they were clearly a bit too big for him. I never knew why Radford wouldn't get actual glasses that fitted his face, but whatever. He was a weird guy. He still is, actually, now that I think about it. Radford doesn't even wear actual glasses anymore. I'm pretty sure he has contacts. He didn't even need authentic glasses, so he replaced them with 3D glasses, nerd.

At the time, Radford had a sweet tooth, constantly chewing on some type of flavored gum. Back in high school, that's all he ever ate throughout his school days. Now? Not so much. Let's just say he frequently visits our local Dentist in town now.

I'm not entirely sure how Dennis, you know, the first ever Candy Club employee, and Radford's friendship began. Still, I can just guess that Radford was his best customer, considering all the sweets he bought had the Candy-Club logo on them.

"Just got it earlier this morning! Who's ya new friend there?" Dennis responded and pointed right at me, not knowing who I was. The town was small, so sometimes everybody knew each other, but I wasn't as social as Radford back then. Few people knew me. Not like I cared. I much preferred that way!

Up until when I became the new guy who sold candy in town. Fucking Dennis... I shouldn't have listened to him.

"Oh, this lame guy? Come on, dude, introduce yourself!"

Radford was a much more talkative person. He was more playful, open, and much more of an asshole than me. But, we had similar traits, and we were both... Never mind, I lied. We actually don't have anything in common. He was the one who spoke to me first back in middle school. Radford never even left me alone; he was so talkative. How we met is a story for another day.

I glared at him, irritated by the name-calling. Lame guy... you're the lame guy, Radford.

Dennis was— gazing at me. He seemed like a friendly guy. He had blonde hair and had to be older than us by a couple of years. At the time, I recalled rolling my eyes and giving out a huge groan. I wasn't the best at introducing myself to new people during my teen years. Now that I'm in my early twenties, I am even worse at talking to new people. So it's Radford who gets me to chat with somebody new.

"Kevin," I said, this being all I managed to tell Dennis.

"Nice to meet ya, Kev. Say, what's your favorite candy–?"

Why did he care? If you could compare Dennis and me, we're both entirely different. It's clear Dennis enjoyed his job, interacting with customers, and everything this job had to offer. Me? Not so much. Sure, it was nice to talk to people without forcing a conversation. Still, I soon realized anybody who came through that glass door would verbally abuse me for no reason. That's business, though! Great.

I cut Dennis off midway through his sentence, "I don't like candy. Not really my thing." I told him, crossing my arms. I frowned at him. Dennis was probably around 19 years old when I first met him. I don't talk to him now. He's closer to Radford, not me. I do see him occasionally, but it's just awkward.

I heard a loud sigh. The sigh came from nobody else but from Radford. "Come on, man! Kevin has never had candy before. He doesn't even have an opinion on it! He has no say in anything half of the time!"

I sneered at this as I crossed my arms and looked away from the duo. I was pissed. Yeah, it was true, but it wasn't like I wanted everybody to know about it.

"Is that true? Huh. Say, Kev, grab a scoop of those fruit gummies. I'd think you'll enjoy them." Dennis said, now he too was crossing his arms. But he wasn't upset. He remained happy the entire time, which I respected about Dennis for a long time. Dennis was still annoying, though.

It's not like I was a downer all the time. I just genuinely had no idea how to respond or even react to things.

"It's Kevin. And where? there's a lot of candy in here."

Dennis' head pointed to the left side of the place.

"Top row, pink bin."

Dennis was an asshole, too. I knew he was messing with me when he was facing the bin on the tallest shelf of the store. See, sixteen-year-old Kevin wasn't the tallest person at the time. I was a 5'4 kid, pretty much considered short at the time. I grew taller since then, but Radford continued to tower over me. I continued to glare at Dannis. He should know why I'd be pissed off.

"I can't reach that."

They both laughed with each other, with Radford being the loudest in the room.

"No worries, Kev, that's on me! I'll get it for ya!"

"Whatever," I said, turning my head away so I didn't have to face these two. Radford was already annoying on his own, and adding Dennis? They were even much more irritating and more menacing than these two stupid kids right in front of me—

Oh no! Oh crap! I forgot they were still here!

Dammit, Kevin! You need to quit dozing off on the job! This is how you get your candy stolen! You're lucky these two aren't 3 miserable preteens who wore hats!!

"Hey, err, Kevin? Are you okay?" Skid was the first to ask. He seemed concerned, but I could tell he was mainly curious about why I had been staring at the wall for a good minute.

"Yeah! You were looking at the wall for a while! Are you sick, Kevin?" Pump was more considerate than the other. Well, they both are, but Pump was typically the one who usually acted.

Huh, I forget they both are good kids. I just wished they had stopped pouring through my store, screaming at the tops of their lungs. They're not bad kids. Hell, they're the only two decent human beings who don't entirely make fun of me.

Lila and Pump's mother told the truth when they said these two kids were the purest and most excellent boys. But god, how destructive they were.

"I have some medicine the man in the van gave us!" Pump shouted, taking some mysterious bottle out of his backpack.

What the hell?

"What? What are you two talking about?! Give me that!" I completely ripped the bottle out of Pump's hands and tossed it in the trash.

"Stop talking to strangers, you two! Don't you know how dangerous that is? Where'd did you even get that from!"

These two are oblivious! How aren't they dead yet?! I can't even imagine what their parents must deal with at home! I'm glad they're not my kids! I'll never be a dad.

I groaned as I reached to grab the two pieces of candy I had saved for these two earlier today before they ran out. After pulling my hand from behind my desk, they both practically had stars in their eyes when they realized what I had.

My glare soon faded away. I smiled. It was nice to see happy faces on people. Especially innocent children. I can tell why Dennis loved this job. But, listen, I don't hate these two kids. But, as I said, they sometimes are too loud and dangerous.

I gave these two a long genuine smile. Then, with the two pieces of candy I had, I dropped them into their hands.

"Remember, they're called Bocadins. Call them by their real name next time, will ya?"

"Whoa! Thanks, Kevin! You're the best! And we will!" They said to me both at the same time. Jeez, it's like their heads are telepathically connected.

"Yeah, yeah. Now go away." I said, my smile now fading quickly. I squinted at these two. That was enough socialization for me today.

Instead of walking out of my store, they just stared at me! What the hell could they possibly want now? They got what they wanted. Why are they still staring at me? They could be so weird sometimes!

"What? What do you want?"

Pump and Skid looked at each other and started giggling. They were whispering pretty loudly to each other. A ton of 'No! No! You tell him! No, you!' Okay, now these two were getting on my nerves already.

"Tell me before I kick you both out."

They continued to giggle as they both finally turned to face me. Whatever it was, it was obviously so important.

"Did you hear, Kevin? There's a new haunted house! You should go!"

"Yeah! You'll like it, Kevin!"

Not that important, apparently. Sighing, I gave the two one last smile for the night.

"Sorry, kids, those things aren't for me. Now go away, please. I'm tired. I had a rough night last night!"

They looked disappointed. Of course, since they're Skid and Pump, they looked at each other, and a smile suddenly formed quickly.

"Oh well, let's go, Pump!"

"Oh, okay! Let's go see the new guy!"

New guy? What new guy? Was this the second thing they would tell me if I agreed to go!?

"New guy? What are you two talking about?"

I tried to get an answer from these two, but they were already running out of the store! Why are they so quick with things?!

"Bye, Kevin!!!"

That was the last thing they said before I stood there, confused. What new guy can they possibly be talking about? Who would even move to this town?!

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End Notes - Hoped you guys enjoyed it. I'll be taking suggestions throughout the story! Remember to check out my social media for more content for the story!

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Big Corp Inc. (17/43)

***This chapter contains mouthplay/ mild sexual content***

Chapter 17: Cake

Candy had been smitten with Martin before, but now she was obsessed with him. She was reluctant to leave him when he dropped her off at the railway station, but she did want to get home so she could shower and rest up. Every time she thought about him, her heart fluttered and she felt warmth spread throughout her body. She couldn’t deny her feelings; she was hopelessly in love.

She wanted his attention and affection more than anything, so she wracked her brains for a way she could thank him for rescuing her. She recalled that Bianca mentioned he had a sweet tooth and decided to bake him a cake. Although a cake her size wouldn’t even be a single bite for him, she figured he would still appreciate the gesture. He could at least taste the sweetness on his tongue when he put the cake in his mouth.

Excited at the prospect of making Martin happy, Candy took a shower back at her apartment, changed into fresh clothes, and went to the grocery store. She didn’t have much money left, but cake mix and frosting weren’t too expensive anyways. Candy enjoyed baking. She liked the idea of making something delicious that would make others joyful and satiate their hunger. She labored to make the biggest cake she could realistically carry. While it would be nowhere near large enough for a Giant, she was still pleased with the result when she took it out of the oven.

Once the cake cooled, she slathered a liberal amount of buttercream frosting all over the outside, more than she would normally use since she knew the whole cake would be eaten up all at once in a single mouthful. She kept the cake in the pan so that she would be able to transport it to work tomorrow. As she prepared for bed, she started to feel ill as she thought about going back to Big Corp Inc., working in between Ronny and Mr. Hardon. She had been so enthusiastic about pleasing Martin, she didn’t think about how Mr. Hardon had literally tried to swallow her alive in his ice cream sundae.

She wondered if he would be so bold to eat her again while at work. She suspected the office environment had protected her up to this point, since he hadn’t consumed her until she was at his house. The memory of being forced into his gigantic mouth, sliding down and getting caught in his throat with the walls of meat crushing her on all sides made her quake with fear. She was scared, but she thought to herself that she’d be okay. Her desire to see Martin again overpowered her better judgement.

The next morning, Candy got ready for work and left her apartment early, hauling the unwieldy cake pan with her. She was apprehensive about going back to her job but thrilled to give Martin a surprise cake. Her conflicting emotions were pulling her apart but she surged ahead regardless. As she boarded the railcar, she daydreamed about Martin. His stormy gray eyes were so alluring, the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen, full of poignant feeling in their depths only magnified by their incredible size. Looking into his irises was comparable to looking up at dramatic thunderheads far up in the sky on an overcast day. Every feature of his Giant face was pleasing to her eye, from his prominent nose and full lips to his strong jawline and the dark stubble around his lips and chin. She fantasized about how soft and tender his huge lips would feel pressed against her, with his warm breath on her body and his stubble tickling her skin. She wanted to be close to him so badly; she wanted him to love her.

Her sugary dreams propelled her through the lobby of the Big Corp building up to the third floor. She arrived early, before most of her coworkers would start filtering in for work, so she had to take a bold risk and ask a stranger to press the button in the elevator for the correct level for her. The Giantess who helped her was properly dressed, unlike Mr. Hardon’s employees, and was quite surprised to see a human, but helped her like she asked. Candy couldn’t see her feet around the cake, but she made sure to hop over the gap in the floor as she exited the elevator. The journey to Martin’s cubicle was a long one, especially when carrying a big cake, but she had given herself plenty of time to traverse the long distance.

Due to the early hour, the floor was eerily silent, devoid of the usual ambience of clacking keyboards, ringing phones, and conversational chatter. The only background noise was the hum of the air conditioning and electronics. Candy felt at peace with the knowledge that nobody would be around to harass her and threaten her safety. When she made it to Martin’s cubicle, she was pleased to see his desk happened to be equipped with a capsule launcher. She had observed that such accommodations were sporadic, with the understanding that the partitions with human ladders linked the desks together so she could at least theoretically access any desk in the core office area. She entered the capsule launcher with the cake and made herself comfortable on the surface of Martin’s desk.

She couldn’t wait to see him again. He would be so surprised! She conjured up scenarios in her head of how he might react, each one more fantastical and self-indulgent than the last. The office started to liven up as her coworkers arrived, and she heard the repeated dings of the elevator and its doors swishing open and closed as it carried Giants to the workspace. Sensing he would soon arrive, Candy took the covering off her cake and smiled wide.

Her smile vanished, however, when a different Giant stopped outside the cubicle. Ronny was on his way to the break room to fill up his coffee mug when he spied Candy sitting on Martin’s desk. He was plenty tall enough to see over the cubicle walls, so his approach was all the more frightening to Candy when she saw his Giant face leering over the towering wall at her. He entered the cubicle, his huge mass filling up the small space. Candy whimpered with fright but stood her ground, refusing to relinquish her cake she had spent so much time and effort to make and transport. She knew running would be futile anyway.

Ronny’s dark eyes drank in the scene before him. “What do you have there, Candy?” he questioned her with a creepy grin, leaning forward over her and drowning her in his shadow. “And why are you on Martin’s desk?” He set his giant coffee cup down on the desk next to Candy.

“N-nothing that concerns you, R-ronny,” Candy stuttered back, trying to be assertive. “Just move along before Martin shows up.”

Ronny’s unsettling grin widened. “I’m not worried about him,” he snarled. He reached his enormous hand out. Candy yelped and covered her head with her arms defensively, but Ronny didn’t grab her, opting instead to pick up and examine the cake. He brought it up to his face and sniffed it. “Oh, it’s a tiny cake! Smells good too!”

“Hey!” Candy shouted. “Give that back!” She didn’t put all that hard work into her cake just to have it wasted on that brute Ronny.

“Hardly much of a cake at all, is it?” Ronny mused. His gigantic fingers crunched down on the pan slightly, bending the metal and breaking apart the cake. “I’m assuming you made this for Martin, but what makes you think he’d appreciate it? It’s too small for a Giant. You’re too small. You’re a weak and pathetic human. He wouldn’t want you or this crumb of cake, quite frankly.”

Ronny’s cruel words struck a nerve with Candy. Although she tried to hide how upset she was, her eyes started to well up with tears. “Stop it...” she mumbled, averting her eyes to her feet with shame.

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you back your cake. In fact, you can have your cake and eat it too!” With his free hand, he moved quickly to knock Candy on her back and pinned her to the desk with his fingers. Her limbs flailed as she pummeled his finger with her fists in defiance. Ronny took the cake and smashed it down on her, smearing it all over her body and clothes. Candy was stunned as the Giant laughed over his cruel trick. Her cake was destroyed. Ronny was delighted with himself. He tossed the warped pan that he had crushed between his fingers on the desk next to Candy with a clatter. With an arrogant grin, he reclaimed his mug and left Candy laying on the desk as he continued on his original course to the break room, humming to himself.

Candy slowly sat up, wiped frosting out of her eyes, and looked over her body at the remains of the cake with sadness. Ronny had ruined everything. The cake was entirely unsalvageable. She had already started crying at his taunts, but now the waterworks really kicked in and salty streams ran down her cheeks. Her thoughtful gesture of thanks to Martin was gone. Now, she’d never be able to gain his affection. She glumly pulled herself to her feet. She needed to remove herself from his desk, before he showed up and saw her in such a mess.

Just as she had this thought, Martin rounded the corner and entered his cubicle. He halted in his tracks when he saw the small human on his desk, crying and dirty.

“Candy?” he asked with surprise. “What’s wrong? Why are you on my desk?” His gray eyes grew dark and stormy with concern and he slowly sat down in his chair.

Candy sniffled and turned away with shame. “It’s nothing, Martin. I’m sorry to inconvenience you. I’ll be out of your hair right away.” Head down, she shuffled over towards the capsule machine. Martin blocked her path with his wall of a hand.

“Hold on, Candy. Talk to me. What happened?” Martin asked her, his voice soft with sympathy. He lowered his head and squinted at her. “Is that… cake?”

Candy nodded and wiped her eyes. “I made you a cake, to thank you for going out of your way to help me yesterday, when I was lost. I was going to surprise you with it, but Ronny found me first and smashed the cake all over me. It’s inedible now.” She exhaled a shuddering breath and wept a fresh batch of tears. “I don’t know why he’s so mean to me! He hates me for some reason!”

Martin’s stormy eyes flashed with a lightning bolt of anger. He needed to have a not-so-cordial talk with Ronny later. For now, though, he wanted to comfort Candy. It broke his heart to see her so upset. He thought about what he could possibly do or say to rectify the wrong done to her. As he pondered, his eyes drifted over her small form. She was covered in the remnants of her prized cake. She had chunks of cake stuck on her arms and legs, on her clothes, her breasts. Streaks of frosting ran through her hair, over her face and neck, up her inner thighs. Martin started to drool as lustful, gluttonous thoughts wormed their way into his brain. She looked irresistible. He recalled how amazingly sweet she tasted when he ate her, and he knew her delicious flavor would pair marvelously with a cake.

“Um... Candy...” he began, choosing his words carefully. “I don’t want your cake to go to waste. If it’s okay, um... can I still eat it?” He moved closer to her, his massive face only feet away from her and his chin hovering just above the desk.

She tilted her head and looked at him, confused. “But I don’t have the cake anymore...” She glanced down at her body and clothes, slathered in cake crumbs and frosting. Her eyes widened in horror. “You’re not planning to eat ME, are you?” she cried, hugging her arms around her body protectively.

“Heavens, no!” Martin replied, his face burning. “I didn’t mean that! I just intend to... you know... eat it off your body.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, realizing as he uttered the words how gross and crude he sounded. He hoped he hadn’t just scared her off. He licked his lips to prevent strands of saliva from dribbling down his chin. His urges were growing stronger, his concupiscence and hunger harder to control.

Candy gazed at his lips, which were almost close enough for her to reach up and touch them, remembering her fantasies from earlier. She wanted to lay down on those full, soft lips like pillows, or even go so far as to slip inside them. Her eyes drifted up the landscape of his face and met his stormy gray irises. She was floating in the clouds in those huge eyes. “Ok,” she agreed. “I trust you.”

Martin slowly cupped his hands around her delicate form and lifted her off the desk. He straightened his spine, sitting back in his chair, and brought her up to his mouth. His heart was pounding and every inch of his flesh, including down below his belt, was alive. Candy, too, was quivering with anticipation. Mindful that he didn’t want to move too fast and scare her, Martin started by tentatively nibbling her with his lips. Candy leaned into his lips, which were even more sensual than she imagined, and kissed him back, caressing his bottom lip with her hand. His enormous lips parted and he touched her body with the tip of his tongue. His taste buds exploded with sweet bliss. His tongue moved further out, exploring her body. He gently licked the cake crumbs and frosting off her shirt and breasts. His lips closed around one of her arms and he drew her in up to her shoulder and sucked it clean, rubbing it down with his tongue inside his mouth. He did the same with her opposite arm, keeping his movements soft. Candy used her free hand to play with the stubble on his upper lip.

He gradually moved down to her legs, the strokes of his tongue becoming larger and more voracious. He eagerly attacked the big stripes of frosting that clung to her thighs, forgetting himself and sliding the tip of his tongue up her skirt. Candy let out a startled gasp and Martin retracted his tongue right away.

“S-sorry about that,” he apologized with embarrassment. He had gotten carried away with how good she tasted.

“No, don’t stop,” Candy breathed. Martin blinked with surprise, but was more than happy to oblige her and reached his tongue back up between her thighs. He tasted a whole new flavor in her sweet spot. Candy spread her legs apart wider and uttered soft moans of pleasure, which turned Martin on even more. He found himself massaging his hard dick under his desk with his other hand. He licked her inner legs clean and became aggressive enough with his tongue that he lifted her out of his hand with it, so her feet were no longer resting in his palm. She slid forward on his tongue towards his lips.

Martin was tempted to scoop her up entirely into his mouth, but he didn’t want to do such an act against her will and frighten her. He opened his mouth timidly to make clear what he wanted and waited to see how Candy would react. Candy, sitting on his tongue, looked into the dark, fleshy cave in front of her. The inside of his mouth, from his teeth to his red cheeks and palate, was dripping with saliva. Warm, moist breath emanated from his gullet deep inside. Candy, having gone through the unpleasant experience twice now of being swallowed, felt a small stab of fear as she gazed into the passage at the back of his throat, which moved slightly in rhythm with the Giant’s breathing.

Candy was nervous, but she trusted Martin not to swallow her. She crawled inside his mouth, moving farther back on his tongue. Martin, pleased, pulled his tongue back to its default position inside his mouth and slowly closed his jaws around her. Candy tried her best to stay calm as she watched the rows of massive teeth come together. She was enveloped in the same wet warmth that she recalled felt so nice after she had been trapped inside the refrigerator. The huge tongue undulated beneath her, tasting her. Martin curled his tongue around her tenderly and rolled her around in his mouth, savoring her sweetness, gently pressing her against his teeth and the roof of his mouth. She was divine.

As bizarre as the whole experience was, it felt oddly intimate to Candy. Without the fear of being eaten, she strangely enjoyed being inside his mouth. She could tell how much he loved her taste by how much he was salivating and playing with her on his tongue. She liked being securely surrounded on all sides by his warm flesh, pleasuring him with her whole body. Instead of just feeding him a yummy treat, she herself was the treat that gave him so much joy. The concept was appealing to her, not to mention the physical sensations.

Martin, for his part, was certainly enjoying himself. Candy tasted beyond amazing. Martin wanted to do so much more with her than he could do in a public place. Some time, he’d have to take her home with him, if she’d have him. He was optimistic. If she liked and trusted him enough to crawl inside his mouth of her own volition, he figured his chances with her must be decent. She felt so good in his mouth, he almost didn’t want to let her out. He was tempted to swallow her, although of course he wouldn’t do such a thing to her. He restrained his urges, though his stomach grumbled eagerly for a snack. He sucked her clean of any cake residue, rolling her around in his mouth a bit extra for good measure.

He gently released her wet, disheveled body from his mouth into his hand. He was worried that she might have been miserable inside his mouth, but his fears were dispelled when he saw her flushed, beaming face.

“Wow, Martin... that was... something quite special...” Candy said.

“You... didn’t mind that? Really?” Martin had to admit he was surprised.

Candy shook her head and smiled up at him. “It was nice, actually…” The pair held eye contact without speaking for a long moment before Martin blushed and turned away. He tried to ignore the hard lump in his pants. He imagined unzipping his fly and sticking Candy down inside, but he knew it was a terrible idea to do something like that while at work. Plus, he wasn’t sure how Candy would react. He realized the size of his equipment might be quite intimidating to her. He pushed those intrusive thoughts out of his head for the time being.

“Why don’t we get you cleaned up and back to your desk?” he suggested, lifting her up and carrying her off in his gigantic hand. Candy snuggled into the soft folds of his palm, and his heart melted.

Chapter 18

First Chapter

#g/t vore #mouthplay #g/t #giant/tiny #giant #tiny #g/t writing #size difference #g/t fluff #giant tiny #big corp inc #v.ore #vo.re #vor.e #v0re #v0r3

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formula-fun · 6 months

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Hi Em!! Happy Sunday!! How are you doing? Hope you are alright. 💜💜

I LOVED the snippet from the sequel and now am too pumped and really looking forward to everything you are/will be cooking for us in this universe!! I have a few questions if you don’t mind. Please feel free not to answer any of them, no pressure :)

Does Charles have any more miscarriages before their baby girl is born?

Is the ultrasound in the snippet a follow up of a health scare?

Is only the baby’s life in danger? Or is Charles also having health problems?

Do they both consider medical interventions to have a baby? Like when discussing and planning their future together.

Does Charles give birth earlier due to just the baby being early or is it because of complications or to avoid further complications?

I hope I’m not intruding and you don’t mind this kinds of asks or asks in general as I’m sure you are getting a ton. You’re a brilliant writer (!!!), so please never stop writing!

Anyway, I hope you’re doing fine and I wish you all the time in the world to rest and enjoy doing the things you like doing. 💜 Meanwhile, I’ll be here checking your tumblr and refreshing my email for any snippets, updates or news. Ha!

Have a beautiful week, friend!!

Hi dear!! I'm doing okay, except it's monday night now and I've only just seen this--sorry for missing it earlier! Hope you're alright too <3

So glad you liked it, thanks for letting me know! I'll answer under the cut for spoilers.

Tentatively I'm going to say yes, he has one other miscarriage, but he doesn't realize he's pregnant until it happens so it's more of a surprise than a huge pivotal thing. Not sure if I'm going to write it yet but in my head it's part of the outline!

Second one--no, no health scare, it's just a routine check. The pregnancy is considered high-risk because of his history, so he has to do a lot of these

Third one--there's a pretty big risk of miscarriage, but Charles' life isn't in danger. If there was a risk of that they'd definitely abort the pregnancy rather than play the odds. Max in particular is very wary of this for reasons which I keep trying to explain but keep backspacing because it's hard so im sorry but you'll have to take my word for it that the man lives in terror every day for nine months, which is vaguely alluded to in the snippet as well. i swear i know what im doing. i think

fourth one--this discussion is actually gonna be in the next chapter but it isn't written yet, so the good news is you'll have a full answer very soon but the bad news is I'm not exactly sure and can't really answer, sorry!

fifth one--again sorry, not quite sure but they didn't induce labor early either way. It might not be a complication so much as it is something pretty common in his family. Charles was born early too and a bit small so it doesn't worry him too much (tell me how ive already written the scene of charles being born underweight but not any of the rest of this)

Anyway thank you so much for this, sorry I couldn't answer all of these! I absolutely never mind getting asks, especially when they're worded so kindly <3 sadly I'm still working like a dog in school, but it's really nice to have a short break to talk about this fic and i really hope to have something out soon!! thank you, and I hope you have an excellent week as well!

#if i had words #asks #writing tag

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separatist-apologist · 2 years

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Have you read crescent city? Did you like it?

I need a masterlist of all MB's SJM opinions. Every 500 followers or so I'm reanswering the same questions. It's a labor of love, though because at heart, I am a HUGE hater. Oh you thought I was nice? LOL.

Anyway I have read CC 1 & 2, and I guess I'll be reading 3, though it was my intention to DNF the series halfway through 2. I only finished 2 when the leaks of the ending were posted.

Did I like CC? No. I LOATHE CC. I think it's boring, first of all, and I'm tired of everyone saying this is her best work. It's maybe her most self-aware work, but I don't think it's her best. And like, good for her, loving this series and finding joy in writing but I hate it and I wish she'd finish ACOTAR before starting new books. Whatever.

My issues with CC are some of the usual- men obsessed with the love interest to singular obsession, the hiding of major plot points for no discernible reason which makes it read like sloppy writing. If you're IN a protag's head, and they have solved a major plot point mystery, forcing them to pretend they haven't for the sake of reader and then revealing oh yeah I knew...is bad writing and I'm tired of pretending its not.

The whole Danika thing has 0 emotional weight and when people were crying at the end of CC1 I had to ask myself if I was joyless. Like...Danika is a shitty friend, first of all, but secondly we spent 8 seconds with her. Is that enough time to bond? Not for me. Whatever.

CC drags ON AND ON, there is no reason for either book to be half as long as they are.

And finally, I HATE Bryce. I HATE her. I would rather re-read TOG and fall in love with Rowan than ever reread CC. I dread CC3- I think I might just skim it for Rhysand. Bryce learns 0 lessons, is not capable of change, endlessly sides with the oppressors in the human/angel war and has to be DRAGGED into it, despite having a human mother she swears up and down she loves and a mate who was enslaved during a rebellion, and was only very recently freed.

I cant stand how sexualized Bryce is- Ithan was my 13th reason in that book. Bryce reads like a Mary Sue- the prettiest, smartest, most powerful girl on the planet like great okay. Book 2 was practically Danika's book, who, upon examining her actions, thought very little of her supposed best friend. If I had government secrets I couldn't tell anyone, I would always tell my best friend. We were at sushi the other night whispering about a NDA lawsuit she's forbidden from speaking about, like Danika didn't even tell Bryce about her soul mate. Oof. Can't blame her though, Bryce is awful. The whole self-sacrificing of Lehebah for Bryce, who spends a whole book being mean and cruel to her...why?

Anyway this is a rambling mess. If you like CC, please know I'm not making any judgments. I know a lot of people really enjoy them, and that's perfectly fine. They are not for me.

#i am irritated im being forced to read a 3rd #i barely wanted to read the second

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rolkstone · 11 months

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Hello Rolkstone!

First off, I want to express my appreciation for all your contributions to The Simpsons fandom. As a neurodivergent person, I love to see someone creating intricately detailed pieces for their respective fandoms. I also admire your confidence in posting/writing about darker topics that creators sometimes avoid, as well as your attention to minor characters. I often find myself developing a special interest in minor characters, but since so many people stick to the main characters, there's a void inside me that stays empty as I search for content to indulge my special interest. You're filling that void for me, Rolkstone. Thank you! With that said, I have a request. You are of course within your right to refuse it (it's a big one), but I figure there's no harm in asking. My current special interest is Kostas Becker. You make the best content for him. I especially enjoy how you made an au where he winds up with Ned I. They're a surprisingly interesting and oddly understandable (at least in my head) couple. So, here's my request: Would you be willing to answer questions 1-40 of the "OTP Relationship Asks" meme for Kostas and Ned I (it wouldn't let me type a question mark for some reason) Anyway, I know that's a huge request and you don't have to do it, but if you'd like to, please know that I don't expect full drabbles for each question. You could just do short "headcanon style" responses, and I'd be thrilled. Once again, thank you for your contributions. I love your work! :)

hi! thank you for the kind encouraging words and I'm really glad you're enjoying my stuff! it's all definitely a labor of love. and I feel that pain of not finding much content for minor characters.

i'd be happy to do that request; that's cool that you're so interested in that pairing.

i'll make a separate post for it, just keep an eye out! i'll tag it as kostned

#asks: answered

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uncouth-the-fifth · 3 years

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Happy 100 followers🥳🥳🥳

Can you write a fic w the prompt 371 with Robin and a shy shy VERY SHY s/o??🥺🥺🥺

I like that most of your fics have an of confidence to y/n but I'd rather have her extremely shy pls

371. "You have a voice and body like an angel. I'd fuck you from behind, but then I wouldn't get to see those pretty eyes," with Damian Wayne.

ugh, i never realized that before! almost all of my readers are super confident, so i should try and mix it up more. thank you for the prompt!! happy 100 🥳 some sex pollen fun for u!

After hours of blood testing, surveillance, and fear, Damian was finally released to go home with you. Poison Ivy was officially in custody. Though Damian was confident that she hadn't dosed him fatally during their latest battle, Dick and Tim had coaxed him to take the precautionary tests anyway. Ivy’s usual toxin came up, which they had dozens of cures for in the cave. Bruce let him return home after being dosed with one, but asked that you keep an eye on him - not like you wouldn't already.

You could sense how tired Damian was. The fighting had lasted through the night, so the testing had brought you both to morning. The moment you shut the door of your apartment, you touched Damian's back. "Tell me if you feel any different, okay? I'm worried about you."

"I'm immune to hundreds of varieties of poison, beloved," Damian scoffed, shoving off his coat. He planted a soft kiss on your temple. "You don't need to worry."

"...I'll do my best," you replied, wary.

You had some things to do around the house, so you asked Damian to crash in the living room instead of the bedroom to keep him in sight. The night's events had apparently rattled him, because he twisted and turned under his blanket, grunting to himself. An hour passed with this routine. Damian would sigh and struggle to fall asleep, and you'd pause your tasks to run your fingers through his sweaty hair. He was only relaxed with his head in your lap, curling his cheek into your touch and blinking slowly at you.

"Talk to me," he murmured.

"About?"

Damian closed his eyes under your hand. "Anything. I... like your voice." He hummed to himself, brows gently furrowed, "...And your hair... your eyes..." he swallowed, "...your body."

Rendered bloodless by the compliments, you couldn't help but comply with Damian's request. It was always hard for him to fall asleep, and even harder for him to sleep well, so your heart ached for him. You talked about anything you could think of. What chores you had to do this week, how little you wanted to do them - bland things, like the dishes and clothes shopping. When you got to the part about the bras you were thinking about getting, Damian perked up.

"What kind?" He cleared his throat.

"Something cute," you shrugged. "You, um, r-ripped my favorite lace one, so I'll have to find something more durable? Something that looks just as nice."

"Mmn..." Damian's voice was thick with something dark. He sat up suddenly, turned over on his hands, and faced you on his knees. One broad palm squeezed the softest part of your thigh. “I adore you in lace,” he panted, pupils huge and black as the night sky, “the way those tiny panties wrap around your hips... I-I can’t resist myself. Just thinking about you in those cute little clothes makes me want to fuck you like an animal...”

“D-Damian!” You yelped. He’d never said anything like that to you before. Stunned words popped into your mind, but his hands caressing under your waistband made it impossible to speak.

“Say my name like that again,” he hissed. Damian crawled over you like a panther, dark and sexual. One huge hand viciously pinched your jaw and squeezed it. “You have the voice, the body of an angel - I’d fuck you from behind, but then I wouldn’t get to see those enchanting eyes.”

You braced your hands on his shoulders, nails digging into his nude back. It was embarrassing how wet you were at just a little praise. “Damian... t-the toxin, it could be—”

All the energy in the world seemed to surge into him. Damian’s plump mouth kissed and nuzzled your neck. “I took the antidote already. Don’t worry, my love.” The fingers playing with the edge of your pants suddenly plunged in, cupping your damp, clothed core and practically singing, “This is only a side effect...”

His warm tongue drew and sucked circles into your throat, which instantly melted into his touch. You should be trying to be reasonable, but the power of Damian’s voice washed over you like a spell, and the slow, methodical press of his fingertips to your clit sealed the enchantment over you. Damian had you captured.

“Won’t you be a good girl and help your boyfriend feel better?” Damian drawled, wetting his fingers in your cunt. “I need you, Y/N... p-please, I’m so hard for you...”

He wasn’t lying. As your dance slowly reclined deeper into the cushions, you could feel his cock hardening against your leggings. Damian pulled himself out only when he knew you were watching, and pumped himself slowly, poorly, like he couldn’t bare to do it without you. Your cheeks burned with heat. You knew from experience how good Damian’s cock felt in hand, the weight of it meant for your touch and your touch alone. You drifted your fingers around him and Damian mewled, thrusting so hard into your touch that his sweatpants fell around his legs.

“C’mere,” you relented, and Damian crashed his lips so deeply to yours that it flattened you to the couch.

He tore down your leggings so you could wrap your legs around his middle. Damian pulled your bodies flush and curved his back, giving you both room to enjoy how you jerked the other off. With a throaty moan against your tongue, Damian sawed his cock between your folds and into your fingers, wetting the fabric of your panties. A boiling wave of heat locked your legs in place. Madly, Damian rolled his thumb around your clit, his voice keening into your ear with every circle, “So fucking beautiful... So fucking good for me...”

His enthusiasm made you desperate. Spitting a foamy circle of drool into your palm, you coated Damian’s sensitive shaft and lathered him as best you could. Damian’s jittery hips did most of the work, bucking his cock into the soft, sticky tunnel of your hand. You kissed like you were fighting, biting at the other’s lips and claiming each other's mouths with wide swipes of your tongues.

If you upped your pace, Damian would meet it. When you pumped him faster, Damian snapped your panties to the side and melted his fingers inside you. That was as coherent as the touching got. Everything else was primal instinct, wanting to touch and wanting to be touched. Damian’s free hand caressed your belly, grabbed your thighs, groped your breasts through your shirt, spasming for every inch of skin it could find. His mouth was the same, wildly claiming your moans until his lungs burned.

You came together, laboring for breath and trembling from head to toe. Damian pushed your shirt over your belly and came across it with unrestrained bliss, and you squeezed around his fingers, wound up like a toy box until Damian set you free.

But just as soon as his fingers drew away from your cunt, they closed around your thighs, pushing your knees against your chest and spreading your legs for him. The toxin’s side-effects had a greater hold on him than you thought - Damian was still rock hard, his girthy, wet tip playing with your pulsing folds.

Before he filled you, Damian uttered a single low order:

“Moan for me.”

#damian wayne/you #damian wayne/reader #damian wayne x you #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne smut #damian wayne x reader smut #damian wayne #user uncouth

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ohbae-me · 3 years

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oh my goshhh I just saw the pregnancy headcannons and oml I cant😫

Can I request somefor a couple other brothers? Lucifer, belphie, and Levi??

I love your writings btw 😊❤️

Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy these as well 🥰

Lucifer;

When MC first tells him, he's just going to kinda stare at them in shock for a good 5 minutes

Internally, he's thinking about his own father, his relationship with Satan, and how unsafe the house is for a baby. But when MC places a hand on his cheek, he snaps out of it and gives them a tender kiss. If MC is by his side, it can only be perfect.

Really loves shopping for baby items? Can't help but picture his future with MC and baby as they shop and it warms his heart

The brothers have always been in charge of keeping the human safe, but Lucifer demands much stricter security measures for them throughout the entire pregnancy. He wishes he could do it himself more, but unfortunately it's not as feasible. However when he's around, he tends to hover over MC, not letting them strain in anyway.

Hes always been softer with MC, especially in private, but he just can't keep it to himself as easily once they're carrying his child. He will be much more likely to show PDA, especially lovingly rubbing their tummy as he speaks with them

Works hard in the early stages of the pregnancy so that he can take time off near the end. He wants to spend as much time with MC as he can in the last couple months.

Will do whatever he can to keep them healthy and comfortable, and is extra cautious about his own schedule and work habits now. Attends every single doctors appointment and would drop everything if MC needed something.

That initial fear comes back when MC goes into labor, but he stays calm for their sake. Almost gets kicked out of the delivery room because he's being snarky with the nurses since his MC is clearly in pain and they need to do something about it right this second.

But when he sees MC holding their child and smiling up at him, he thinks he might actually cry he's so happy. Lots of forehead kisses for MC and baby.

Leviathan;

Thinks MC is joking and is expecting Mammon to jump out and yell GOTCHA at every second.

Literally takes him until the first ultrasound to finally get it though his head that he's going to be a father. He's going to be a dad?! Has a full on panic attack when they get home. It's probably going to take a lot of comfort and reassuring from MC to calm him down.

MC manages to find lots of animes about families with babies and he finally starts coming around and getting excited. He is terrified, but knows it'll be okay with MC there with him.

Always in awe of MCs baby bump once it starts showing. Cannot keep his hands off of it. Honestly, he's going to talk to the baby more than he talks to MC. He reads it TSL, tells it about his favorite games and series, and how much fun they're going to have as a family soon.

Buys all sorts of games and series for children. He's so excited to teach his kid all about his interests! The brothers are going to constantly complain about how many Akuzon packages are being delivered, but when they see the cute baby stuff and MCs belly they drop it. Honestly they're buying just as much for the little one, such proud, doting uncles!

He's not as overbearing during the pregnancy as some of the other brothers, but when he's alone with MC he talks a lot about their future family, his worries, his excitement and his love for MC and their unborn child.

Is both terrified and in awe when baby starts to kick and move around. After he's sure MC isn't hurt, he tells all his brothers that his baby is going to be the super strong protagonist that can kick everyone's butts.

Goes very quiet when MC goes into labor, he's terrified and anxious and doesn't really want to have to experience this part, but he really wants to be there with MC and to see his baby. He hates that he can't help more than just holding their hand through it and is definitely crying, but he holds them tight and tells MC how amazing and strong they are.

Is still crying when MC passes him their baby, and holds it more tenderly than any of his most prized merchandise. He knows then that there isn't anything he wouldn't do for this little one.

Belphegor;

Is shocked when MC tells him, but is actually one of the quickest to come around to it. He's all smiles as he kisses MC and tells them that they need to go tell Beel, then the rest of the brothers right away.

He's a family person, and starting a family with MC is one of his favorite dreams

Hates to admit it, but while he's nervous about it, he has a good family that will be there to help if they ever needed it. Knows this baby will have the most protective uncles and be the most spoiled child in all three realms.

He's so smug about it and takes any chance he can to rub it in that MC is pregnant with his child

Becomes very delicate with his nap cuddles. He doesn't cling so tight for fear of hurting them, and likes to have an arm over MCs middle, keeping his human and child safe and close.

Buys MC a pregnancy pillow and regrets it because now that pillow gets more cuddles than he does. But will buy so many pillows, blankets and soft things to keep MC comfortable throughout the pregnancy.

Hums soft lullabies to their belly when he thinks MC is asleep and is surprisingly diligent with making sure the nursery is all set up for baby, and making sure the house in general is child safe

Is the most calm during the labour, soothes MC and keeps them as comfy as he possibly can. Has Beel handy with some comfort snacks and ice chips if MC needs it. His smile and gaze is nothing but loving as he watches MC bring their child into this world

Adores his child the second he gets to hold them. He never thought it was possible to love so much and was proved wrong with MC, then all over again with their baby. Will definitely only let Beel hold them at first, but is actually really happy that all his brothers are there too.

Solomon;

Can't stop grinning and hugging and smooching MC when he finds out. He had never planned on starting a family until he met MC, and now he feels like it's the best possible future for him.

Definitely passively aggressively rubs it in to all the brothers any chance he gets, and is way too smug when they get jealous and annoyed

Definitely looking up protective spells to keep MC safe and potions to help ease any symptoms NC might suffer throughout the pregnancy.

Reads lots of books on parenting with MC, and really enjoys shopping for baby items together. Also signs them up for those birthing and parenting classes

Gives in to MCs pleas to please take genuine cooking lessons from Barabatos after he offers to cook MC some weird food he heard was good for baby development. MC just begs Barbatos to make it instead because they don't trust it at all even after the cooking lessons

Doesn't hover too much unless they are visiting the Devildom. Then he makes sure he's always holding their hand or is close by in some way.

Teaches MC any magic he feels would be useful to them and baby. Healing spells, protection spells, funny ones to make baby laugh, etc.

Finds them the cutest house in the human world, big enough for all the guests they will inevitably have as well and becomes the ultimate house husband. Minus cooking. He'll make sure everything is clean and tidy, that the nursery is out together and ready, that MC attends all their appointments. Especially towards my the end of the pregnancy, Solomon makes sure that MC can relax and take it as easy as possible before baby comes.

He is very prepared for the labor. Hospital bag ready in hand and he helps MC get to the car, timing contractions and gives the doctor a perfect medical history when they check in. Has MC in the comfiest clothes and keeps them so calm through the whole thing. Talks them through it and praises them while they push.

Is ecstatic to finally hold his baby. His smile is huge as he rocks the little bundle of joy. He picks out all the features that are identical to MC and himself and can't believe that they made something so beautiful together

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me solomon #tw pregnancy #tw childbirth #tw labor #gn!mc #afab mc #f!mc

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softxsuki · 3 years

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Birthday Beach Surprise with Namjoon

Pairing: Namjoon x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Like one minor “curse” word, slightly suggestive with this one scene of Y/N licking frosting off his lip for him NFBEHKABF

Genre: Fluff

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: In which you plan a surprise for Namjoon on the beach and he catches a crab afterwards (bc he’s babie and loves crabs <3)

[A/N: I said it would be posted on the 13th and it’s now the 14th by a few minutes. I need to stop writing these all in one go ugh. ANYWAY, here it is, Namjoon’s Birthday special :D. It took me a while to figure out what to do, so I started thinking about What if Y/N goes Namjooning with Namjoon? Yeah, but I got too carried away with all the possibilities so I settled for Namjoon’s love for crabs and came up with this instead. I hope you guys enjoy it! I might start posting some of my own ideas because I have a huge list of potential stories :) Also, excuse the ending. I never know how to end these things properly 😩 ]

P.S: Happy late Birthday Namjoon <3

“Perfect!” you shout with a wipe to your forehead, glancing at the scene before you that you had spent hours preparing with the help of Jungkook.

“Thanks Jungkook,” you smile at the boy, who gives you a thumbs up in return, “You think he’ll like it?”

“Like it? He’ll love it,” he reassures you as he stands beside you looking at your set-up, “He’ll especially love it because you planned this all for him yourself.”

You’re both standing on the sandy shore, looking at the canopy you had spent so long decorating with lights and leaves from a nearby park. Under the canopy is a table with two chairs, a place where you had planned to eat dinner with Namjoon later on for his birthday. You felt content with the setup and glanced back over to Jungkook.

“Alright, I’m out of here. You know the plan right?” you ask Jungkook.

“Mhm. I stay here until you come back and make sure the food doesn’t get cold or burn on the fire!” he says.

“Yup! Thank you again Jungkook, I couldn’t have done it without you. I just have to shower, pick Namjoon up, and then I’ll be back. It shouldn’t take too long.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s a beautiful day today, I don’t mind sitting on the beach for a while. Take your time,” he smiles at you and waves you off.

You thank him for the nth time and run off to your car, back to your place.

The ride is quick as you arrive at your place in no time and hurry inside to shower. You call Namjoon beforehand, telling him to start getting ready, making sure to not spill the surprise location to him by accident.

After hanging up, you jump in the shower quickly, cleaning off the sweat of your labor from spending all morning setting up the beach and preparing the food for your evening together.

You finish your shower, quickly get dressed, and fly out the door to pick up Namjoon from his place.

“I’m here babe, you ready?” you ask over the phone to Namjoon after arriving at his place.

“Yup! Let me just put on my shoes and I’ll be there in a second.”

“Sandals should be fine,” you mumble over the line, hoping you didn’t just ruin the surprise.

“Got it, see you soon baby.”

You hang up the phone and drum your fingers on the steering wheel feeling incredibly nervous for some reason. It was the first time you’d be celebrating his birthday with him as a couple; you were scared that he wouldn’t like the whole idea of eating on a beach with you. Shut up brain, please.

In no time, Namjoon knocks on the passenger seat window so you can unlock the door for him so he can hop in.

“Hey,” he smiles and leans into you.

He gently kisses your lips and immediately reaches down to lace your fingers together. You smile down at the contact and greet him before racing off to the beach where his birthday surprise awaits.

The sun is still high in the sky on your ride to the beach. It was summer so the sun set at a decent time--thankfully.

Once you arrive, you hop out of the car and Namjoon once again reaches out for your hand.

“A beach huh? What are we doing here?” he asks you with his husky voice.

“Mmm, you’ll just have to wait and see,” you tease with a laugh.

The both of you walk hand-in-hand further onto the beach until you’re almost at the spot where you set everything up.

“Alright, stop here,” you command, standing in front of him as you dig around in your pockets.

You find the blindfold you had stuffed in your pocket before leaving your place and tell him to turn around.

“What’s this?” he laughs as you place the blindfold around his eyes and lead him by the arms further ahead.

“Shh, don’t question the process honey.”

The canopy and candle lit dining table come into view as you see Jungkook lounging in the sand beside it. Sensing your presence, he looks over at you and fumbles to stand up. You place a finger over your lips, signaling for him not to make a noise as you continue to lead Namjoon closer.

Once you’re both standing a decent distance away from where Namjoon would perfectly see the whole setup, you stop and reach up for his blindfold.

“Ready?” you ask.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

You finally remove the blindfold from his face and stand back a bit.

“Surprise! Happy Birthday Joonie!” you scream along with Jungkook who’s now beside you.

It takes a moment for Namjoon’s eyes to adjust, but he’s wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open in no time.

“Babe...it’s beautiful,” he tells you in shock while finally looking over to see that Jungkook was there, “Jungkook? What are you doing here?”

“Oh Hyung, I just helped Y/N set-up and babysat the food and furniture to make sure the wind or a random person didn’t steal it,” he giggles awkwardly, “Well, I’m off! Have fun you two, and Happy Birthday Hyung!”

Jungkook quickly runs off to his car that’s parked nearby, leaving the two of you alone.

When you turn back around to look at Namjoon, he’s already got his eyes on you, with love overflowing from them. He slowly makes his way closer to you and takes you into his arms. Strong arms make their way around your waist in an embrace as he leans his head onto your shoulder.

“Thank you Y/N, it’s perfect,” he whispers into your ear as you lean into his touch with a smile, wrapping your arms around him as well.

“That’s not all,” you interrupt your hugging session as you pull away and lead him over to the chairs and table you set up, “Are you feeling hungry?”

“Starving,” he hums, following your lead over to the table.

“Sit,” you order him, pointing at the chair as he sits down in it, “and stay.”

As he’s seated, you run over to the trays of food you had heating up on the grill. You had spent forever learning how to work the damn thing that it took longer than expected to grill the pieces of meat that you bought and marinated. You even prepared a few sides that Namjoon liked to go along with it. Grabbing two plates, you served the both of you a portion of the food and walked back over to him.

“Bon Appétit,” you say while placing the food down on the table.

“Looks delicious,” he tells you while rubbing his hands together, eyes never leaving the plate in front of him.

“I know how you love your meat so I did my best to make it for you. Hopefully it tastes as good as it looks,” you mutter, embarrassed at your lack of cooking skills, “Jungkook helped, so it should at least be edible...I hope.”

He takes a bite of the food and looks back up at you with wide eyes, “Delicious!”

You smile contently and run over to grab the wine that you picked up for the special occasion. The both of you ate while engaging in small talk for a while until your plates were empty.

After eating Namjoon takes your hands and you both abandon your shoes by the table and walk by the water. The waves wash up over your feet, the cool sensation sends shivers up your arms, but feels amazing in contrast to the warmish weather. Beyond the water, the sun begins to set as orange hues grace the surface of the water and the sun slowly begins to disappear.

You walk side by side, arms swaying with your hands intertwined as you talk about your day and he thanks you for the fifth time for setting up everything for him.

Suddenly, Namjoon lets go of your hand and runs off to some rocks that you were both approaching. You smile gently at the innocent action, thinking about how cute he looked in that moment. He seems to be looking for something among the rocks as he bends down and runs after it, trying his hardest to pick it up.

“Got it!” you hear him yell as he rushes back over to you, “look how cute.”

In his hands you see a miniature baby crab crawling slowly in his palm. You almost gush at the sight of it.

“Oh Joonie, it’s adorable. Can I hold it?” you ask shyly.

He nods his head and transfers the tiny crab over to your own palm. You see it crawl around a little and your heart swells at the sight. You take that moment to look back up at Namjoon and see him beaming at the crab in your grasp. You almost want to take a mental photo of his face in that moment as your love for him grows even more.

You hand the crab back to Namjoon and he runs back to bring it back to it’s family...at least that’s what he said. When he returns, you both walk back over to the canopy; the sky now black as litters of stars can be seen decorating its surface.

You sneak over to a cooler while Namjoon is occupied glancing up at the stars with a never-ending smile gracing his lips. Luckily the cake you stored in there is still intact and cold, so you pick it up, light a few candles, and walk back over to him.

“Happy Birthday to you~” you sing, startling Namjoon a little as his attention turns from the sky to you.

By the end of your singing, you move the cake closer to him so he can blow out the candles.

While he does that, you quickly dip your fingers into the frosting and wipe it on his lips. He laughs and goes to lick it off, but you stop him.

“Nuh uh, allow me,” you smile cheekily at him and lean into him.

His eyes are glued on you as you get closer and closer to him until you’re finally inches away from his face. You lean in until your lips are connected in a gentle kiss and your tongue pokes out to lick the frosting off for him.

You move back to your original spot in front of him as your face heats up from your own actions.

“Well, it tastes good,” you say after a few moments of silence and finally gain the courage to look up at him.

His ears are red and he’s just staring at you with a small smile.

He reaches out for you, completely abandoning the cake and rolls you over with him until you’re both laying down in the sand, looking up at the starry sky.

“I love you,” you barely hear him whisper to you, “you have no idea how much all of this means to me, thank you baby.”

“I love you too. It was our first time celebrating your birthday together, I had to make it special,” you beam at him, cuddling up into his side.

“How in the world am I going to beat this for your birthday?” he laughs while rubbing your back and leans over to peck you on the head.

“I’m afraid you’ll never beat this.”

“Huh, we’ll see about that,” he winks at you, returning his attention to the stars.

You kept your eyes on him though, because he was more beautiful than any star in the night sky that evening.

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Posted: 9/14/2021

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kiribaku-queen · 3 years

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The Blood King and his Queen [7]

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Romance, Angst, Drama

Word count: 2.4K

Summary: From being a mere servant girl to marrying the scariest prince in existence, your world changed right before your eyes. Exchanging places with the princess, you knew, wasn’t going to be easy. But could you have found love on the way? Or was it never meant to be?

A/N: I hope you guys really enjoy this chapter because I think its my favorite chapter so far! FYI, if I don't update this series in a while, it'll be because I am working on an 18+ oneshot for a collab for Bakugou's birthday. So if that does happen, the regular uploads will happen after Bakugou's birthday. And let me tell you, its going to be S P I C Y~

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Your heart physically dropped when he said that. You felt sick. Your palms were sweating and shaking. The air around you grew dense and you felt like you couldn’t breath. You couldn’t move for that matter.

Ruin?

What would he do to you if he found out that you weren’t really a princess? That you were a fake lying to him this whole time. It made you sick, just imaging every cruel thing he could do once he found out. But then you remembered, he wasn’t like all the rumors you heard. He was different. He was kind and understanding. He wouldn’t really ruin you if he found out, would he? You shook away the thought. The more you think about it, the more you were likely to get caught.

You were completely exhausted from all that labor you produced in a week’s time. Town after town, you were able to help his people even if it was just a little bit. But it sure depleted a lot of energy out of you. You don’t know if you’ve ever been this drained before in your entire life. It’s not like you had to do hard physical labor back at the palace. This experience was hard on you but also gave you insight on the prince and his kingdom.

Completely drained of your energy, you sat down on one of the tree trunks his soldiers brought for you at the camp not far away from the village you were at. The impoverished village didn’t have enough shelter as is, so you were left with no option but to set up your own shelter. It wasn’t a big deal to you anyway since that’s how you’ve been spending your nights so far.

All the soldiers had gathered around to take a breather for the night and drink away the stress. You weren’t a drinker, but enjoyed the atmosphere the soldiers created: fun and rowdy, like they didn’t give a care in the world. They were dancing on tables, clinking their drinks together, singing songs while hooking their arms around each other’s shoulders.

You laughed at the sight and stretched out your arms. How you wanted to continue the night away but your muscles were soar and aching. A physical exhaustion that you weren’t used to and didn’t want to get used to.

Bakugou was watching his crew from the door, arms crossed and enjoying his crew have fun. He was never the one to be center of attention, so he had his own fun from the back. He saw the way you extended your arms, faced wincing from how sore you were. Cute. It was your last night of volunteer work, why not end the night with something special?

You felt the Blood Prince’s breath sneak up behind your neck, sending chills down your spine.

“Tired?” he asks.

“Maybe just a little,” you admit. You look up at him and he’s giving you those soft yet piercing eyes. He goes to sit next to you and everything is just… peaceful. In that moment you felt content. You felt free. If this was how life was out of the palace, if this was more to life than just serving a spoiled princess, then you didn’t want to leave.

“I am impressed, princess,” Bakugou spoke. “This whole trip, you never, not once sat out. You helped the whole time. Are you sure you’re a princess?” he side eyed you.

“If I am not a princess, then what am I?” you asked back. (y/n), what are you doing? You could expose yourself and everything would be ruined! But for some reason, you wanted to be selfish. You wanted to know his reaction and how he would respond. Maybe you would give up your whole mission for him.

“An innocent and hardworking beauty that is not a princess. She is my future queen who will help me restore this kingdom.” He came closer to you, meaning every single word. Your eyes softened and you got emotional, almost to the point of tears. He’s smiling at you, but suddenly gets up. But gestures for you to take his hand. Of course you did.

“I want to show you something,” he says and leads you away from the crowd of people and into the woods.

You two were walking for a while, your hand in his the whole way. He hadn’t told you where he was leading you to but it had to be something special if he was dragging you to what seemed like all across the country to get to your destination.

“Your highness, are we almost there yet?” you asked, fatigue hitting you once again.

“Almost,” he responds, continuing to look ahead. You huffed and held on tight to his hand so you didn’t get lost or left behind. After a few more minutes of walking, you felt the air get hotter and thinner. Bakugou smiles in front of you, looking excited.

“We’re here,” he announces. He pulls back these huge leaves, revealing a natural hot spring. The water was clear enough that you could see right through it, steam rising from the water, and rocks surrounding it, creating this gorgeous, peaceful atmosphere. Your eyes lit up and a loud gasp escaped your lips.

“How did you find this place?” you asked, getting closer to the hot spring.

“You like it? None of my men know about this place,” he says.

“It’s beautiful!” you continue to gasp, feeling the water with your hands. The heat of the water made you giddy and you couldn’t wait to hop in.

“You deserve it,” Bakugou comes up to, whispering in your ear. His statement made you blush, but this time, you didn’t hide it. He smirks behind you and you heard something falling to the floor. You dare turn around to see Bakugou shirtless, discarding his clothes one by one. As if your face wasn’t hot enough, steam was coming out of your ears with embarrassment.

“What are you doing?” you freaked out, turning around immediately.

“Getting in,” he said in the most obvious tone of voice.

“Together?”

“You’ll be on one side and I’ll be on the other,” he points out a huge rock, separating the hot spring into two pools. That seems a little better, but the idea of soaking in a hot spring together with the prince was nerve wracking.

“Princess, you can enter first, if that makes you feel better,” he suggested. When you turn to look at him, he already had his back turn out of respect for you.

So you undress and enter the heated water, noticing that all your muscles relaxed and the aches started going away as soon as you hit the water. You lean the back of your head on the rock and allow yourself to fully relax and destress. You could hear water splashing from the other side of the rock, indicating that Bakugou had also entered the water. Humming in satisfaction. You grew deeper and deeper in the hot spring until your nose was sitting on top of the water.

“Princess, I realize that I don’t know your name,” Bakugou spoke. Your name? You stayed silent. Was it wise to use your own name or should you continue to play as the princess?

“(y/n).” you decided.

“(y/n),” Bakugou repeated, elongating your name as if he stopped saying it, it’d disappear from him forever. The way your name left his lips felt like butter to him. He couldn’t help himself from repeated your name over and over again in his mind. You giggled and looked over the rock, arms crossed and head resting over them.

“Your highness, allow me to scrub your back,” you offered. Bakugou waved his hand while shaking his head.

“Nonsense. You shall not attend to me. We’re here to relax,” he had to remind you. But you insisted.

“But I want to, Prince Bakugou,” you pouted, jutting out your bottom lip.

“The high and mighty princess wants to wash the blood Prince’s back?” he questions playfully. He glances back to see you resting on top of the rock, giving him your big doe eyes.

“If you insist,” he gave up. He turns his back again, making sure to give you the privacy you needed to be able to come over to his side. You make your way over to him, covering your breasts in case. When you got settled behind him, you started washing his back.

You expected Bakugou to have scars from his many battles he’s had, but you didn’t expect his back to be covered in decolored and deformed wounds. Unknowingly, your hands went up to caress each scar.

“Does that frighten you?” he asks.

“Not at all,” you tell him honestly. “I think it makes you very brave.”

A comfortable silence fell upon you. Only the sound of water running and insects in the background could be heard. That was until you felt poke your butt. The hairs on your body hiked and you screamed as loud as you could, rising from the water in panic.

“Princess!” Bakugou instinctively put protection mode on, shooting up from his place to see what the danger was. You immediately clung to him, Bakugou wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. What Bakugou saw wasn’t an enemy but rather, a wild Japanese macaque monkey poking his head out of the water.

“Shoo!” Bakugou scared the monkey out of the water and back into the forest. Bakugou grunted and relaxed his shoulders. “Damn monkeys. I thought they only came out during the winter season. Are you okay, prin…cess,” he looked down at you only for you to look up at him with your exposed chest fully pressed against his chest. Now this could easily be the most embarrassing moment of your entire life. Your face heated up with embarrassment and you let out another scream, using all your force to slap him across the face. Bakugou wasn’t expecting such a reaction and it caught him off guard. You put for much force into the slap that Bakugou flew back and fell into the water. You ran out of the spring, covering up as fast as you could.

Bakugou had never been so flustered in his life. He was a blushing mess and now the image of your naked breasts on him could not escape his mind. He needed time to calm himself down and a certain friend from getting too excited.

When you both had returned back to the rest of the crew, everybody had been knocked out cold from the alcohol. Thank goodness, because they couldn’t see how awkward you two were at the moment. That night, you slept in the tent again while Bakugou camped outside.

But you couldn’t sleep. How could that situation happen to you, out of all people? You weren’t sure how much he saw of your naked body. Maybe he didn’t see anything at all. But you saw the expression on his face, he definitely saw something. You covered your chest and closed your eyes. To think that a man saw your body and it wasn’t even your wedding night.

You felt the wind enter your tent, the chill making you shiver. If it was cold inside the tent, it must be extra cold outside. Bakugou was sleeping outside. You bit your lip in confliction. You wanted him to be warm but that means you had to confront him. Ah, fuck it. You opened your tent and saw Bakugou resting on the grass with his cape wrapped around him. And it wasn’t doing a very good job because you could see him shivering. He couldn’t hide it no matter how hard he tried.

“Would you like to come inside?” you invite him in.

“It’s for you, princess,” he reminded you.

“I understand. But it’s too cold to be sleeping out here. Please. I insist,” you urged. He opens one eye and sighs.

“As you wish, princess,” Bakugou gave in. You scooted over to make room for the large man to sleep next to you. Bakugou made himself comfy but he was a tad too tall for the tent that he had to have his legs hanging out. The opening of the tent revealed the big, bright moon overhead.

“I’m sorry for hitting you,” you apologized. Bakugou just lets out a breath.

“It’s whatever. I didn’t see anything, by the way,” he reassures you. Embarrassed again, you unconsciously covered your chest.

“You sure?”

“Erased from my mind,” he says as he closes his eyes and moves his hands around his head, as if he was erasing his memory. You laugh at his antics, more comfortable with the mood that was created. Bakugou laughs with you and turns to you, meeting eyes. This is the nth time that his heart leapt when you stare at him with those innocent, childlike eyes. He clears his throat and all of a sudden, his ears got red.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” Bakugou professed. You blinked in confusion. You weren’t sure why he said that. Glancing up at the moon, you guess you could say that it was beautiful. It was a full moon, and shone brightly above your heads. You weren’t versed in the poetics so you couldn’t comprehend the message the Blood Prince was trying to get at you.

“The moon is especially beautiful tonight. But isn’t the moon beautiful every night?” you responded.

Bakugou looks are you in mortification. Fuck, did he just get rejected? His ears got hot and he covered his mouth with his hands.

“Yeah… yeah it is,” he agreed, embarrassed. He took a deep breath in and back out again to calm his beating heart. You look over at him to see him a little distressed. You softly smiled, another side you got to see of him. It was cute. You could feel your heartbeat starting to pick its pace up and that’s when you realized. Gathering up all the courage you could muster, you leaned over to kiss him on the cheek you slapped.

“Good night,” you quickly say, then turned over to face away from him. Bakugou stops everything in his tracks and is frozen. He couldn’t help but smile and fall asleep next to you.

The moment you made the decision to kiss him was when you knew that you wanted to be selfish. You wanted to become his queen and rule his kingdom together. You were going to forget your past life. You were going to forget this mission you were on. You were the princess now. That was his truth and you weren’t going to change it.

A/N: For those who don't know, the phrase "the moon is beautiful, isn't it" or 月が綺麗ですね is a more poetic way of saying "I love you" in olden Japanese. And then the response to that would be "I can die happy" or 死んでもいいわ. Just for reference.

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Spoiler: drama starts in the next chapter :)

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