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mvjerbs · 6 months ago

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Tried writing again but I'm still shit at it. Still hope you enjoy it though. “Out of all the things I had left in the stadium, I left my phone. Great job Ken! Great job.” Kenji said in an annoyed tone as he drives through the streets back to the stadium.

“Is it still in the locker room Mina?” Kenji asks.

“Yes Ken, your phone’s location has not changed for the past few minutes. It is still there” Mina answered.

“Well, at least no one tried to take it away” Kenji sighed before speeding up. He wants to be at home with Emi soon.

Kenji arrives and immediately headed for the locker rooms, as he got in he opened his locker where he found his phone in the exact same place Mina located it.

“Alright, time to finally head back” Kenji said. He closed his locker and was about to leave when he suddenly hears something. Kenji stopped for a moment to listen, the stadium was thankfully quiet around the time so sound echoed through the hall. It was a little difficult to hear but it sounded like… grunting? Curious, Kenji decided to investigate and followed the source of the noise. As he got closer, the noises became louder as well as the sound of curses and something hitting the ground. He eventually reached the field and discovers the source of the noise. It was Juro Agamatsu, his rival, it seems like he was practicing his pitches. Kenji watched as Juro throws another ball before grunting in frustration and picking up another ball. Confused, Kenji squints to see what Juro was aiming at. It was a bottle, it was placed on top of a chair. It seemed like he was missing all of his pitches with the other baseballs lying around not too far from the target.

Kenji turns to Juro who takes position and aims once again only to miss. “DAMN IT” He yelled out as he grabs another ball.

“C’mon Juro focus. FOCUS.” He said to himself before throwing another ball and missing again.

“You’re not becoming worse, you have to prove him wrong.” He muttered, walking over to pick up two balls and taking position again.

“Focus, Focus!” He misses again. With the last ball in his hand he positions himself once more, aimed at the bottle and…..he missed.

Juro let out a frustrated yell as he lashes his anger out on the basket of baseballs that are now scattered around him. This scene reminded Kenji of himself when he was still new, it made him internally cringe and feel bad for his rival. Then Juro stopped, Kenji watched in worry as he wondered what was going on. Then, he heard it. It was quiet at first but it slowly got louder.

Juro was crying.

Kenji never expected to see the day that his rival would breakdown, and yet there he was sobbing. Kenji sensed the vulnerability of the situation and decide to leave to respect the man’s privacy and give him space. As Kenji walks away, he hears Juro grunting and throwing once more, it seemed like he was practicing through his breakdown. Kenji stops for a moment, feeling bad for the Pitcher before deciding to turn around and help the poor man out.

Kenji stood by the side watching as he thinks about how to approach Juro in his vulnerable state.

‘Should he call out to him? Should he just wait for the right moment to let him know of his presence? WHAT SHOULD I DO?’ Kenji was torn, he wasn’t what to do but settled on letting his presence be known. Kenji takes a deep breath steps out of his hiding stop, only to end up hitting his phone on the wall he hid from and dropping it which created a lot of noise.

Kenji winced, that was not a good start. He slowly opened his eyes and lifted up his head to meet Juro’s surprised face staring back at him. They stared at each other for a few moments before Juro’s face shifted to anger.

“What are you doing here Sato. Eavesdropping on people now? That’s pretty low even for someone like you don’t you think?” Juro said, immediately changing his personality as if his break down never happened. Kenji was impressed but also worried considering how well he immediately changed.

“I wasn’t eavesdropping you Juro. I just happened to be around that’s all.” Kenji said, holding back the urge to reply with a snarky remark.

“Hah! Yeah right.” Juro scoffed, picking another ball off the ground.

“Mr. ‘I’m-so-much-better’ Sato, is being such a nic-“ Juro was cut off when Kenji raised his hand, signaling him to stop.

“Timeout.” Kenji said. Juro furrowed his eye brows in confusion.

“Just- can we just pause the trash talking for now? I don’t think we both are in the mood for that” Kenji explained. Juro looked at him in surprise. They were silent for a moment, before Juro scoffed, silently obliging to the request and returning to his practice.

Kenji was surprised to say the least, he was expecting some insult or comeback instead of obedience, but he appreciated it nonetheless. Kenji went over and sat on a chair as he watched Juro practice. He tries to aim for the bottle once again but fails and he yells in frustration. “ Hey uh. How about a little break huh?” Kenji nervously asked, he isn’t sure how to start a conversation with Juro but he hoped that was good enough.

“I don’t need a break. I need to practice. And don’t talk to me, I’m trying to focus.” Juro answered coldly. Welp, looks like it didn’t.

“Wow, ok Mr. push over. I was just trying to help” Kenji replied in an annoyed tone.

“Yeah, well guess what? I don’t need help. I’ve reached this far without it and it’s too late to ask for it.” Answered Juro as he picks up another ball. ‘Great, this guy is hardheaded.’ Kenji thought, suppressing the urge to throw an insult at the man before trying again.

“Listen, I know how you feel-“ Kenji starts when he was cut off by Juro’s sarcastic laugh.

“Oh really? Do you now?” Juro said, turning to face Kenji with anger evident on his face.

“Why don’t you tell me then huh?” he says as he slowly makes his way to Kenji. Kenji sensed the incoming fight but remained seated as Juro loomed over him.

“Did you go through doubt? That you’re suddenly terrible at something that you thought you believed you were good at? Or are you just saying that just to get me to open up, Huh? Tell me Sato, TELL ME!” Juro asked, his voice getting louder with each question, but so does Kenji’s anger.

“Yes Agamatsu, YES! I know how you feel because I went through the same frustrations as you!” Kenji snapped back as he stood up. Juro was taken back. He did push the man’s buttons and he got the expected result, but something tells him this was real.

“I was literally struggling in my first season here. It even got to the point where my coach was going to trade me off to another team! Years being called the best player, and I was suddenly told to be traded and that hurt me!” Kenji vented. He didn’t plan to do that and was hoping he could’ve kept that event a secret, then he saw Juro’s shocked expression and his lack of response. It was too late to take it back, might as well just continue. Kenji took a deep breath and let out a sigh, calming down his anger.

“I know how you feel, because I acted the same way you did earlier.” He explained. He looked at Juro and noticed the anger that was slowly disappearing as well. They both stood there in silence for a moment.

‘So much for being the bigger person.’ Kenji thought, he was about to leave when Juro moved, grabbed a water bottle and sat down. Kenji watched him the whole time, wondering what he has in mind. None of them spoke for 3 grueling long minutes before Juro spoke.

“You know, now that I think about it….. You were pretty terrible back then.” Juro said. Kenji scoffed at the memory, sitting back down on the chair he sat earlier.

“Yeah, I was.” Kenji agreed.

“So… How did you do it? How did you over come it?” Juro asked. Kenji paused for a moment, thinking on how to explain the events he experienced without revealing that he is currently taking care of a kaiju baby before speaking.

“ I took a step back and asked for help.” He answered. Juro turned to face Kenji as he listens with interest.

“The day when I had my breakdown, I decided to call my friend and my dad to talk to. They gave me advices and offered to help. I was like you back then. I felt like I could manage on my own and refused the help. I had to learn the hard way and eventually got better.” Kenji continues, smiling fondly at the memories that came to his mind.

“Doing things through frustration will only cloud your focus. So take a step back, talk to others and don’t be afraid to ask for help.” Kenji explained. He looked up to face Juro with a soft and friendly smile. Juro stared back at him, contemplating on what Kenji had said before letting out a sigh.

“Alright, I’ll take your advice” Juro said, leaning back on his chair.

“So tell me, what are you really doing here at this time?” He asked once more. Raising a brow he faced Kenji.

“I told you, I left my phone back at my locker and I went back to grab it.” Kenji answered.

“Really? Out of all the things you left, you left your phone?” Juro asked, a smirk forming on his lips as he looks at Kenji.

“Ugh, I don’t need to hear this right now.” Groaned Kenji as he buried his face into his hands, this earned a laughter from Juro. Both continued to talk, each moment spent learning about the other and discovering some things that would have never been known from their rivalry.

“So you practice here every after game?” Kenji asked.

“Not really, I have a favorite place to practice. Its nice and quiet. I would practice there for hours under the sun. Developed a sweet tan from it too.” Juro said, lifting up one of his sleeve to reveal the tan line he developed all while playfully flexing his arm.

“That sounds narcissistic.” Kenji commented, laughing when Juro gave him an offended look.

“I believe its called being confident.” Juro replies back. Huffing in fake annoyance only to smile as Kenji continues to laugh.

“So… you feeling better?” Kenji asked, wiping a tear from his eyes after he had calmed down from his laughter.

“Honestly, yeah. I do.” Juro admits with a smile which Kenji returns.

“You wanna try and practice again?” Kenji suggests. He picks up a ball from the ground and hands it to Juro who accepts the ball. Kenji watched as Juro stood and walked over to the spot where he practiced. Juro clasped the ball in his hand as he stares at the bottle, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He raised his leg and charged up his pitch. Juro opened his eyes and in one swift motion, threw the ball and...He did it. He managed to his the bottle. Juro let out an estatic roar as he celebrates the success, Kenji joins in as he cheered from the side.

“There we go! That was good! Always wondered how you do those throws.” Kenji said as he walks over to where Juro was.

“When your dad sees your potential at something he’s passionate about, he forces you to get better at it.”

“Damn, he must be really supportive to get you to be this far.”

“Yeah…totally.” Juro answered with a slight shift in his tone. Kenji noticed the slight change in emotion, but before he could say anuthing Juro decided to change the topic.

“But you are a different type of impressive too you know. People always say its hard to see any of my pitches, but you could easily hit mine whenever you up against me.” Juro said, turning to Kenji with an impressed smile.

“Some techniques that I learned. Its why I’m the ‘Best Living Player’.” Kenji shrugged with a smug smile on his face.

“Now that was narcissistic.” Juro commented, smiling as he watch Kenji be offended at what he had said

“Hey!-“ Kenji was about to explain himself when he was cut off by his watch beeping. He looked at his watch and his eyes widen, suddenly looking panicked. Emi was awake and was throwing a tantrum.

“Oh shoot, I’ve been gone for too long. I-I gotta go.” Kenji said, turning to rush back to his bike and reach home before Emi’s tantrum got worse. He doesn’t want to repeat what happened last time.

“So Timeout is over?” Juro asked causing Kenji to turn and reply back

“Yep! Timeout is over.” Kenji said.

“We should really do this sometimes, cause not gonna lie, being rivals can be tiring.” Juro suggest. Kenji paused for a moment to process what he had said before smiling at him.

“It’s a promise. See you tomorrow Agamatsu!” Kenji said, waving at Juro before jogging to the exit.

“See you, Kenny boy” Juro yelled, smirking as Kenji turned around once again.

“Tryhard!”

“Eavesdropper!”

“I WASN’T EAVESDROPPING!” Kenji yelled back. He could hear Juro’s laughter echoing the halls causing him to smile. Maybe they should have more timeouts.

#canon x oc #ken sato #ultraman ken #kenji sato #ultraman rising #emi ultraman #emi sato #mina ultraman #juro agamatsu (oc)#fanfic #its bad but its the effort that counts

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sukislady · 2 years ago

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• ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ“forgotten kiss” ♡ ˎˊ ˗

𐚁̸ featuring ．i. midoriya, k. bakugo, s. todoroki, d. kaminari, e. kirishima, h. sero

𐚁̸ scenario ．you wake up late into the morning, your partner has long since been to work, leaving after giving you a faint kiss that you didn’t feel. which makes you think they forgot the one thing that’s routine for you two; a good morning kiss

𐚁̸ warnings ．fluff, cursing, humor, reader is goddamn stupid

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pixeldemonia · 8 months ago

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Clingy Bakugo

It's been so long since I did a mini comic, I had this idea for a long time, when Kats wants attention he just takes it, on the inside he is like a needy puppy

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feeling-pushy · 8 days ago

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A Long Cold Night Part 2

Again, thank you so much to @grandesteartherquakedreamer for giving me both my first character x oc fic commissions as well as my first commissions with a cover photos! This was a lot of fun to do and I'm glad I could do this for you. I hope yall like it!

~8k, fpreg, character x oc, pregnancy, labor, birth.

The passing days felt like a dream to Katheryn, even as her body bore the full weight of their growing daughter. Each movement from within her felt miraculous, a constant reminder of the life she and Genya had created.

Her belly had grown so large and round that it was impossible to ignore, but she loved every second of it, the tightness, the heaviness, and the way it made her feel connected to their child.

She even adored the way her husband Genya would dot on her in his quiet, steady way. Whether he was helping her up from the couch, making sure she drank enough water, or, on those quiet evenings, simply holding her close as they sat together. His presence by her side was constant and reassuring.

But as her due date came and went, Katheryn could see the worry beginning to creep into his Genya’s eyes and he seemed more on edge. Fussing over her over the slighting thing or over the slightest sound she made.

One evening, as they sat together in their bedroom, he finally voiced his concern. “It’s been over a week.’ he said, his tone measured but edged with unease, ‘Yet the baby hasn’t even shown any signs of coming. Should we be worried?”

Katheryn smiled softly, reaching for his hand and pressing it to her belly. Their daughter stirred beneath his palm, her movements strong and reassuring. “It’s normal for some babies to take their time.’ she reassured gently, ‘She’s just being fashionably late, that’s all.”

Genya huffed softly at her nonchalant answer, though his lips remained a hard line that betrayed his unease, “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.” Katheryn replied, leaning back against the headboard and resting her hand atop his. “She’ll come when she’s ready. I think she’s just as comfortable in here as I’ve been carrying her.”

His brow furrowed slightly, but he nodded, his thumb stroking absentmindedly over her skin, “You’ve been incredible through all of this.’ he said after a moment, his voice quieter, ‘I don’t say it enough, but... I see how much you’ve done for her, for us.”

Katheryn’s heart swelled, and she turned her head to press a kiss to his knuckles. “You’ve done just as much, Genya. You’ve been there every step of the way. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner in this.” she said softly, making him smile. They sat like that for a while longer, his hand warm and steady against her belly.

As the days stretched on, Katheryn and Genya did their best to stay prepared. The nursery was immaculate, every little outfit folded and sorted, every blanket and diaper within reach. Genya double-checked the emergency bag and their home birth supplies for the umpteenth time, ensuring everything was in place. Which Katheryn had teased him over, though deep down, she appreciated his attentiveness.

Inside, their baby was in no hurry. The womb seemed to be her safe haven, a world of warmth and quiet surrounded by the soothing rhythm of her mother’s heartbeat. It was cramped now, too tight to stretch or roll the way she had before, but still comforting in its own way.

Yet, the pressure was undeniable. Her growing body had outpaced the space available to her, and every little movement felt like a struggle. She could sense the outside world waiting for her, beckoning her in ways she didn’t yet understand. Though she seemed to be trying to ignore it, it was becoming clear that she couldn’t stay forever.

Katheryn felt it too. She often placed her hands on the underside of her belly, rubbing the taut skin as if to soothe both herself and her baby. “I know you’re comfortable in there.’ she murmured one evening, her voice soft as she spoke to her belly, ‘But it’s time to come out and meet us, sweetheart. We’re ready for you.”

Genya, sitting beside her, looked up from his book. “Do you think she hears you when you talk to her?”

“Oh, definitely.’ Katheryn replied, smiling as she felt a faint push against her ribs, ‘She hears everything. She just doesn’t care.” Genya chuckled softly, setting the book aside. “She’s stubborn. Just like her mother.”

Katheryn smirked, pretending to be offended, “You’re one to talk, Mr. ‘I know best,’ she probably gets it from you.” As they laughed, their daughter gave a decisive kick. Katheryn chuckled and rubbed her belly again, “Yeah, we’re talking about you, stubborn girl.” she teased.

Genya smiled and placed a hand on top of hers, “Let’s get some rest now.’ Genya said gently, ‘It’s getting late.” Kathyren nodded, “Alright.”

Settling down into their bed, Katheryn snuggled as close to Genya as she was comfortably allowed to with her big belly. Genya laid beside her and pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head, “Goodnight my Darling.” he murmured. “Goodnight my Dear.” Katheryn murmured back, her eyes growing heavy as sleep soon overtook her.

As the pale light of dawn crept through the curtains, casting a faint glow over the quiet bedroom. Katheryn stirred, her eyes fluttering open with an odd sense of discomfort. Though, it wasn’t the typical discomfort or the need to shift positions that woke her; this felt deeper, more insistent.

A wave of warmth coursed through her, pooling low in her belly and spreading downward. She blinked, confused, until she felt the dampness seeping into her panties. Her brows furrowed as she instinctively pressed a hand against the swell of her belly, feeling her daughter’s familiar presence.

Carefully, she pushed herself up, her every motion deliberate and practiced after so many weeks of carrying her daughter. The wetness clung to her as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, a strange urgency building within her. “Probably just the baby pressing on my bladder again.” She whispered to herself, but something about it felt different.

Katheryn rose and waddled quietly toward the bathroom, her footsteps soft but purposeful. Each one felt heavier than usual however, as if the weight of the moment had shifted somehow.

She didn’t wake Genya just yet, not wanting to alarm him. But as the door to the bathroom clicked shut, Genya’s eyes opened, his senses sharp. He lay still for a moment, his mind piecing together the faint creak of the bed, the shuffle of Katheryn’s footsteps, and an almost imperceptible change in the air.

Genya’s brows knit as he sat up, his heart quickening. He swung his legs off the bed and rose silently, padding toward the bathroom with a mixture of concern and anticipation.

Katheryn sat on the edge of the toilet, her hands gripping the porcelain rim. Pulling down her underwear she could see the dampness had spread. Not only that, but she noticed a thick, jelly-like collection of mucus sitting there. Staring down at her thighs with wide eyes, the realization slowly dawning. “Oh…” she breathed, her voice soft and tinged with wonder.

The bathroom door eased open, and Genya appeared, his hair disheveled, his eyes alert. “Katheryn.’ he said, his voice low but steady, ‘Is everything alright…?”

She looked up at him, her lips curling into a smile that was equal parts nervous and excited. “I think so.’ she replied, her voice trembling slightly, ‘But I think my water broke, and I lost my mucus plug.”

For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the weight of the moment sinking in. Then Genya crossed the small space between them, kneeling in front of her and placing a gentle hand on her knee.

“It’s time.” he murmured, his voice filled with quiet certainty. Katheryn nodded, her hand instinctively moving to cradle her belly. “It’s time.” she echoed, the words feeling surreal yet undeniable.

Katheryn took a deep breath, steadying herself as another warm sensation rippled through her. There was no panic, no rush. Just the quiet understanding that the moment they had been preparing for had finally arrived. Genya, ever calm and composed, rested his hand gently on her lower back. “Let’s get you comfortable,” he said softly, his voice like an anchor.

Katheryn nodded, waddling back to the bedroom with Genya close behind. She made her way to the closet and pulled out a soft, loose-fitting nightgown she’d chosen weeks ago for this very moment.

The fabric was warm and cozy against her skin, its loose fit accommodating her heavy, round belly. Changing into it felt like shedding the last remnants of sleep and stepping into a state of readiness.

Her waters were still leaking, her break not a sudden one like she’d been prepared for, but just a slow steady break. Luckily, she still had some pads in her bathroom that she could use that would at least keep the leaking under control.

Once dressed, she turned to Genya, who had already started gathering a few essentials: a glass of water, a hair tie, and her favorite pair of fuzzy socks. “You think of everything,” she said with a small laugh, taking the socks from him and slipping them on.

“I try.’ he replied, a faint smile tugging at his lips, ‘Now, how about something to eat? You’ll need the energy.”

Katheryn considered it for a moment as they made their way to the kitchen. The early morning light filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow over the cozy space. The hum of their routine comforted her, even as she started to become aware of a faint tightening in her belly.

“I’m not very hungry.” she admitted, leaning lightly against the counter as Genya opened the fridge. “But… maybe some fruit? Something light.”

“Fruit it is.” he said, pulling out a small bowl, he then quickly sliced some strawberries, and melon, before adding some blueberries. He placed it on the counter in front of her, along with a fork and her water glass.

Katheryn smiled gratefully and took a small bite, savoring the sweetness of the fruit. “Perfect.” she said, closing her eyes briefly as another mild contraction washed over her. It was still light, but she could feel the way her muscles were tensing and relaxing on the lower part of her belly.

Genya stood close, his hand resting on her shoulder, watching her carefully. “Is it still manageable?” She opened her eyes and met his gaze, her expression calm but resolute. “Still manageable.’ she assured him, ‘It’s pretty light, but I know it’s just the beginning.”

He nodded, “We’ll take it one step at a time. No rush.”

“No rush,” she agreed, taking another bite of fruit. Katheryn then picked up her phone from the counter as she continued to nibble on a slice of melon. Her fingers hovering over the screen for a moment, before she tapped Mina’s name in her contacts.

Mina, her midwife, had been a constant source of reassurance and joy throughout her pregnancy.

She typed out a quick message: Morning, Mina! Just wanted to let you know I lost my mucus plug, my water has broken and labor seems to be starting. Nothing major yet, but it’s happening!

She hit send and waited, smiling softly at the thought of how Mina would respond.

True to form, her phone buzzed almost immediately with an enthusiastic reply: OMG!!! It’s happening!!! I’m so excited for you, Katheryn!!! Do you want me to head over now or wait a bit?

Katheryn couldn’t help but laugh, her fingers flying across the screen: Not yet, it’s still early. I’ll let you know when things get further along.

A moment later, her phone pinged again: Alright, but don’t hesitate to call me the moment you need me! I’ve got everything ready to go. You’re going to do amazing. I’m so proud of you already!

Katheryn smiled: Thanks, Mina. I’ll keep you updated.

As she set the phone down, Genya glanced over at her from where he was leaning against the counter. “Mina?” he asked knowingly. Katheryn nodded, popping a blueberry into her mouth. “She’s ready to drop everything and come over. But I told her not yet. It’s still early.”

Genya chuckled softly. “She’s just as energetic as yourself.”

“Always.’ Katheryn said with a grin, ‘But it’s comforting. She’s like this little ball of sunshine, and I know she’ll make me laugh even when things get intense.”

“That’s good.’ he said, his expression softening, ‘You deserve people like that right now.”

“I already have someone like that,” she replied, reaching out to take his hand. Genya’s lips curved into a faint smile as he squeezed her hand in return. “Good to know I’m holding my own against Mina.” he teased lightly.

After finishing her bowl of fruit, Katheryn set it down on the counter and stretched, her hands gently rubbing the sides of her belly. “I think I’d like to go for a walk.” she said, her tone light but determined. Genya raised an eyebrow. “A walk? Outside? It’s freezing.”

She smiled up at him, unbothered by his practicality. “Exactly. It’s so beautiful out there, and I could use the fresh air before things really get going. It’ll help me feel grounded.”

Though he sighed, Genya didn’t argue, moving toward the hall closet and grabbing her heavy winter coat. Shaking it out, he held it open for her, “Alright.” he said, his voice softening, ‘but let’s make sure you’re bundled up. I don’t want you catching a chill.”

Katheryn smiled as she slipped her arms into the coat, grateful for his care. He knelt down to help her pull on her boots, tying the laces with quick precision. As he rose, he adjusted the scarf around her neck, his hands lingering a moment to make sure she was warm enough.

“You ready?” he asked, tugging on his own coat. “Ready.” she replied, her voice full of quiet excitement.

The two stepped outside into the crisp morning air. The world was a pristine expanse of white, the trees heavy with snow that sparkled faintly in the muted light. Their home, tucked far away from the bustle of the world, was surrounded by a serene forest, the kind of place where the only sounds were the crunch of snow beneath their boots and the occasional chirp of a bird.

Katheryn looped her arm through Genya’s, leaning into him as they began their walk. The cold nipped at her cheeks, but it was invigorating. She could feel the crisp, cold air, in her nose and with every step, the subtle weight of her daughter grounding her in the moment.

As they made their way along the snowy path, Katheryn felt the familiar tightening in the muscles in the lower belly, warping around her like a rubber band. But it was nothing too intense, but it was enough to make her pause for a moment.

Stopping her pace, she exhaled slowly, her breath visible in the chilly air. Genya stopped immediately as well, turning to her with a steady gaze. “You okay?”

She nodded, gripping his arm a little tighter. “Yeah, just another contraction.” she said, smiling to reassure him. He offered her his other hand, and she took it gratefully. “Lean on me.” he said simply. “I already do,” she replied, her voice warm and full of affection, but leaned on him regardless, resting her head on his shoulder as she took another steady breath.

Once it passed, they continued their walk, moving slowly, savoring the peacefulness around them. Katheryn felt the cool air fill her lungs, the weight of her husband’s steady presence beside her, and the occasional flutters and nudges of their daughter. It was a moment that she savored, a calm before the storm of what was to come.

After another slow lap around the house, Katheryn’s cheeks were pink from the cold, and she gave Genya’s arm a gentle tug. “I think I’m ready to head back in,” she said, her breath puffing in the crisp air.

“Good idea.” Genya replied, steering her carefully toward the front door. “Let’s get you warmed up.”

Once inside, the sudden warmth of the house was a welcome contrast to the chill outside. Katheryn slipped off her boots and coat, sighing in relief as the cozy air wrapped around her. Genya placed her coat on the rack and turned to her with a thoughtful look.

“How about a shower?” he suggested. “It’ll warm you up and help relax those muscles. You’ve been on your feet a lot.” Katheryn’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, “That sounds heavenly,” she said, running a hand over her belly.

Genya nodded and headed to the bathroom, turning on the shower to let the water heat up. By the time Katheryn stepped into the bathroom, steam had already begun to fill the space, making it feel like a cozy retreat.

She smiled at Genya, who handed her a towel for afterward and helped steady her as she stepped into the warm cascade and settled down into the shower chair that she’d bought some time ago.

The water was perfect, soothing and comforting as it flowed over her body, easing the dull ache in her back and the growing tension in her belly. She let out a contented sigh, leaning her head back to let the water run through her hair.

As she stood under the spray, another contraction rolled through her. This one was a bit stronger, starting to spread up from the underside of her belly and crawling up towards her navel.

The sudden change in the intensity of this latest contraction caused her to grip the sides of her chair a bit, steadying her as she took a deep, slow breath. But the warmth of the water eased the edge of it, helping her breathe through the sensation.

“You okay in there?” Genya’s voice called gently from just outside the door.

Katheryn smiled despite the contraction, comforted by his constant attention. “Hmm, yeah, I’m okay.’ she called back, ‘That last one was just a little strong, but the water’s helping. I’m glad you suggested this.”

“Good. Take your time. I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

Katheryn closed her eyes, humming in acknowledgment as she let herself sink into the moment. The warm water, the steady rhythm of the droplets hitting the floor, and the knowledge that Genya was just outside all worked together to soothe her.

Even as the muscles in her belly started to roll and squeeze her once again; she remained calm as she continued to take deep, steady breaths. This small reprieve was exactly what she needed before the day ahead.

She stayed in the shower for a while longer, but soon she felt the need to get up and move, so she called for her husband, who helped her out of shower and turned off the shower.

After drying off, Katheryn slipped back into her soft nightgown, savoring the warmth and comfort of the fabric against her skin. Her body felt relaxed, and the lingering ache from her contractions was dulled for now.

“I think I’ll try to nap,” she said to Genya as she padded toward the bed. “Might as well rest while things are still calm.”

“Of course.” Genya said, his voice gentle. Helping her up on the bed, he adjusted the pillows for her, making sure she was as comfortable as possible as Katheryn settled in.

Head sinking into the plush pillow, she pulled the blankets up to her chest. The familiar scent of their bed and the quiet of the room lulled her into a state of peace.

As her breathing slowed, Genya pulled up a chair next to the bed, his watchful presence ever presents, but comforting to her as it made her feel safe. Even with her eyes closed, she could sense him nearby, always attuned to her needs.

Before she completely slipped into slumber, she felt the faintest press of Genya’s lips against her forehead. It was tender, fleeting, but enough to make her lips curl into a small smile.

“Thank you.” she murmured softly, her voice barely audible. “For what?” Genya whispered back. “For being you.” she replied, her voice fading as sleep claimed her.

Genya sat quietly, watching her peaceful expression, his hand resting on hers as she slept. Time seemed to stand still as they rested in this moment of peace before the chaos.

. . . . . . . .

Katheryn stirred from her nap as another contraction rolled through her, the intensity pulling her fully awake. She shifted slightly in bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but the persistent squeeze was hard to ignore now, no longer pertaining to the lower part of her belly and now spreading past her navel as it grips her with a bit more strength.

She sat up slowly, rubbing her belly and breathing deeply to steady herself. “Genya.” she called softly. He was already at her side, his watchful eyes meeting hers. “I’m here.” he said.

“I think it’s time to text Mina again. Can you get me my phone?” she asked, Genya nodded, retrieving her phone from the nightstand and handing it to her.

She unlocked it with slightly trembling fingers and opened her messages, quickly typing a text to Mina: Hey Mina, the contractions are getting stronger now. I think it’s time.

It didn’t take long for Mina to reply: Got it! Do you want me to head over right away?

Katheryn took a deep breath, glancing up at Genya, who gave her a reassuring nod. She typed back: Yes, please. I think it’s time for some company.

Another message popped up a moment later: On my way! I’ll be there as fast as I can. You’re doing amazing, Katheryn. Hang tight!

Feeling comforted by this information, Katheryn set her phone down, exhaling a slow breath. “She’s on her way.” she said, looking at Genya.

He reached out to take her hand, giving it a firm but gentle squeeze. “Good. We’ll be ready when she gets here.” he said.

As they waited for Mina to arrive, Katheryn felt a restless energy settling over her, mingling with the discomfort of her contractions. “I think I need to move around a bit.’ she said, looking at Genya, ‘Let’s go to the living room. I want to try the yoga ball.”

“Alright my dear.” Genya replied, immediately offering his hand to help her up. He steadied her as she rose from the bed, his arm around her waist as they made their way through the cozy home.

The living room was dimly lit, despite it now being later in the afternoon, thanks to the curtains being drawn, with what little light filtering in through them casting soft shadows across the room.

The yoga ball sat in its spot near the couch, this item having been prepared in the anticipation of the day. But also, having been something Katheryn enjoyed previously to this moment, using it on those days when the weight of her belly had taken a toll on her back and hips.

Lowering herself onto the yoga ball with Genya’s assistance, Kathryne sighed as the soft, responsive surface took the weight off her pelvis. She began to rock her hips gently, moving them in slow, deliberate circles. The motion brought some relief, the subtle stretch easing the tension in her back and hips.

“How’s that feel?” Genya asked, crouching beside her so they were at eye level. “Better.’ she said, exhaling through her pursed lips, ‘It’s nice to have some movement and take some of the weight off my back.”

Genya nodded, staying close. When another contraction started, he placed a firm, reassuring hand on her lower back, pressing gently to counteract the pressure. His touch was steady and grounding.

Katheryn leaned forward slightly, bracing her forearms on the armrest of the couch. The gentle rhythm of her hips swaying forward and back, combined with the soothing pressure of Genya’s hand, helped to keep her calm amid the rising intensity of labor.

Between contractions, he handed her a bottle of water, reminding her to take small sips. “You’re doing great.” he said softly, his tone full of admiration.

She looked at him, her face glowing despite the strain, “It helps having you here.” she admitted, her voice warm and grateful.

As another contraction built, she closed her eyes, breathing through it with slow, measured breaths. The squeezing was starting to take on a new form, starting to move down, reaching into her pelvis, as it got tighter and tighter.

Squeezing her grip on the armrest of the coach, she was still aware of Genya’s presence as he kissed the back of her head and murmured encouragement into her hair.

When the contraction passed, she looked up at him “Wow, that one was intense.” she said trying to keep her voice light, though it was tinged with strain.

“You’re amazing, Kat.’ he said sincerely, ‘But let’s hope this baby doesn’t keep us waiting too much longer.”

“You kidding? I could do this forever.” she joked, tone obviously sarcastic. Genya chuckled at that, the sound lightening the atmosphere.

Shifting her movements, Katheryn rolled her hips in figure eights, experimenting to see what felt best. The ball’s gentle bounce complemented the motion, adding another layer of relief.

As the minutes stretched into an hour, the knock at the door was the only thing to break through the quiet hum of concentration, pulling her attention away for a moment as she looked to the door, “That’s probably Mina.”

“I’ll get it,” Genya said softly, brushing her shoulder lightly before heading to the door. She nodded; her hands braced on the edge of the couch as she continued her gentle, swaying motions on the yoga ball, her focus narrowed on her breathing and the soothing rhythm she’d found.

The sound of the door opening and Mina’s familiar, bubbly voice drifted into the room, her tone cheerful and energetic. “Good morning! How are my favorite parents-to-be?” Mina chirped as she stepped inside, her bag slung casually over one shoulder. She slipped off her boots near the door, before making her way to the Livingroom.

When Mina entered the living room, her face lit up at the sight of Katheryn. “There she is, the incredible mama-to-be!” she exclaimed. Katheryn managed a small, tired smile, her breathing steady but a little more labored than usual. “Hey, Mina,” she said, her voice warm but tinged with exhaustion.

Mina crossed the room, setting her bag down near the couch before crouching beside Katheryn. “You look amazing,” she said sincerely, her gaze flicking to Genya, who had returned to Katheryn’s side. “How’s everything going so far?”

“Tough.’ Katheryn admitted, letting out a soft sigh, ‘But I’m managing. The yoga ball is helping.”

Mina’s eyes brightened. “That’s great to hear. The ball is perfect for keeping things moving and easing pressure.” She glanced at Genya with a grin. “I hope you’re keeping her hydrated and comfortable.”

“I’m doing my best.” Genya replied.

“And how far apart are the contractions now?” Mina asked, turning her attention back to Katheryn. Katheryn leaned back slightly, her hands resting on her belly. “I think they’re about seven minutes apart now.”

Mina nodded approvingly. “That’s excellent progress. Means things are moving along steadily.” Katheryn exhaled slowly, feeling a little more reassured. She could see the excitement in Mina’s eyes, and her enthusiasm helped to ease some of the nervous energy building inside her.

“Do you want me to check your dilation?” Mina asked gently. Katheryn shook her head lightly, continuing her slow, circular motions on the ball. “Not yet.’ she said, ‘Maybe later, once things pick up a bit more.”

Mina nodded easily, “Of course. You let me know when you’re ready. For now, you’re doing everything perfectly.”

Genya returned to Katheryn’s side, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She leaned slightly into his touch, grateful for his calm presence.

Mina stood and moved to sit on the couch, giving the couple space but staying close enough to monitor Katheryn’s progress. “You’re both doing great,” she said, her tone encouraging. “This little one is lucky to have parents who are so prepared and connected.”

Katheryn chuckled softly between breaths, her focus shifting as another contraction began to build. She closed her eyes, rocking her hips slowly to ride through the wave, Genya’s hand rubbing her back in steady, comforting circles.

Now that Mina was settled in, she took a moment to observe Katheryn carefully. Noticing the subtle tension in her shoulders, and though she was taking deep breaths, she was only holding it in her chest, “You’re doing great, Katheryn.’ she said softly, ‘Since things are moving along, I have a few ideas to help ease the discomfort, like maybe a nice warm bath, or we can do some deep breathing exercises to help you stay relaxed.”

Katheryn considered the options, gently rocking her hips on the yoga ball. “Well, I already took a shower, so I don’t really feel like taking a bath... I’ll try the breathing exercises.” she said, rubbing slow circles over her belly.

“Perfect choice.” Mina encouraged, scooting closer on the couch and placing a hand on Katheryn’s knee in support. “Let’s start simple. Follow my lead, okay?”

Katheryn nodded, Mina took a deep, slow breath, demonstrating for Katheryn. “In through your nose.’ she instructed, inhaling deeply, ‘Let your belly expand... and now out through your mouth, slow and steady.” She exhaled with a soft, controlled sigh.

Katheryn closed her eyes and mimicked the rhythm, drawing in a slow breath, feeling the air fill her lungs and expand her belly. She exhaled carefully, Mina’s soothing voice guiding her through it.

“That’s it.” Mina said encouragingly. “Nice and steady. Picture each breath washing over you like a wave, carrying the tension away.”

Katheryn repeated the breathing pattern, her body gradually beginning to release some of the tightness in her shoulders and back. She felt Genya’s hand rub slow, rhythmic circles against her spine, grounding her even further.

“Good.’ Mina praised, ‘Deep breath in... and out... Now let’s try lengthening the exhale a little more.”

Katheryn followed suit, her exhale stretching longer, opening her eyes, she smiled weakly. “That actually helps a lot.” she admitted.

Genya pressed a kiss to her temple. “You’re incredible.” he murmured.

Mina grinned. “Told you it’d help.’ she said playfully, ‘Breathing like this helps to oxygenate your muscles and keeps your body from tensing up during contractions.” Katheryn nodded, feeling a renewed sense of calm. “Thanks, Mina. Let’s keep doing this for a bit.”

Mina smiled, “You’re running to show Kat, you just do what you feel is right.”

As Katheryn continued to focus on the deep, steady breathing that Mina guided her through, the contractions gradually became more intense. What started as a dull pressure that wrapped around her abdomen like a gentle wave. They grew stronger, more insistent, radiating from deep within and spreading outward in a slow, rolling ache.

She inhaled deeply through her nose, feeling the tension build as the muscles in her belly tightened into a firm, unyielding mound beneath her hands. Katheryn closed her eyes, exhaling carefully, letting the air slip through her lips in a controlled release.

As soon as that contraction released her, another crept up, starting low and deep, blooming into a gripping sensation that made her toes curl slightly against the floor. She rocked gently on the yoga ball, her hips swaying instinctively to ease the pressure. The ache wasn’t unbearable, not yet, but it kept demanding her attention.

Not to mention, she was still leaking, and Katheryn could still feel the fluid seep into the pad which made her feel slightly uncomfortable, as she rolled around on her ball. Making her nose wrinkle a little as she let out a small, low sound.

“That’s it.’ Mina encouraged softly, watching Katheryn closely, ‘That’s a good sound! Just breathe through it. Let the tension rise and fall, just like the tide.”

Katheryn nodded, her eyes fluttering open for a brief moment. She could feel the warmth of perspiration beginning to gather at the nape of her neck, and the tightening waves were growing closer together, leaving her with less time to rest in between. Still, she kept her focus, inhaling slowly, counting in her head, and exhaling in a steady rhythm.

When the next contraction came, it hit her with more force, gripping her lower back like a strong band. She let out a slow, trembling sound, leaning forward slightly into the armrest of the couch for support. Genya pressed a kiss to the top of her head, murmuring softly, “You’re doing so well, love. I’m right here.”

Katheryn clung to the warmth of his voice, feeling the contraction finally ebb away a minute later, leaving behind a dull ache and a sense of relief. She exhaled shakily and looked at Mina. “They’re getting stronger.” she said with a small, breathless laugh.

Mina smiled knowingly. “That’s a good sign You're doing such an excellent job mama, keep at it!” Katheryn gave her a shaky smile as she closed her eyes once again.

Katheryn couldn’t deny the reality that was setting in. This baby was coming, and with each tightening wave, she knew she was getting closer to meeting their little girl, to finally holding her in her arms. That information kept her going even as things got tougher.

Time seemed to slip further by as the contractions deepened, Kathryn felt a sharp, pulling ache that made it harder to focus on breathing through them. Each wave now demanding her full attention, as she barely could acknowledge the voices of the two people around her as they kept encouraging her.

Genya at one point said something to her, something about going to the bedroom to prepare, before walking away. Making Katheryn whine for a moment at the loss of his presence, but fortunately Mina took over in applying pressure to her lower back, which helped to relax her once again.

Eventually, she sought the comfort of their bedroom, where the soft space felt safe and familiar. “I think I want to move to the bedroom now.” she murmured, voice strained.

Without hesitation, Mina moved to help her to her feet. “Of course.” Mina said softly, her arm steadying her as she carefully rose from the yoga ball. Mina grabbed a few pillows from the couch, before leading her down the hall and towards her bedroom.

The bedroom was dimly lit with a few soft lamps and candles, the air filled with the calming scent of lavender from the diffuser. The bed was covered with a soft, waterproof sheet and cozy blankets, everything arranged perfectly for their plan.

Genya was putting the finishing touches on this when they entered and despite her discomfort, Katheryn gave him a sly smile, “So this is where you snuck off too.”

Genya smiled softly back as he came to her side and helped her ease onto the bed, propping pillows behind her back and under her knees to keep her comfortable, “I knew you’d want to come back here. So, I thought I'd get things prepared.”

“Thank you, you’re too sweet.” she murmured as both shared a tender kiss.

Leaning back down against the pillows, she looked to Mina, “I think... I think I’d like to be checked now,” she said, her voice slightly breathless.

Mina nodded reassuringly. “Okay, let’s see where we’re at,” she said, putting on a pair of gloves. She gently helped Kathryn butterfly her legs before carefully inserting her fingers into Katheryn’s folds. After a moment, Mina’s face lit up with excitement. “It feels like you’re just about to hit 9 centimeters, Kat! You’re so close now!”

Kathryn’s eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of relief and anticipation washing over her. “Really?” she gasped, glancing at Genya, who was already brushing a few damp strands of hair from her forehead.

“You’re doing so well.” Genya said, his voice full of pride and awe. He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, squeezing her hand. “Not much longer now.”

Kathryn let out a shaky laugh, her eyes glistening with emotion. “I can’t believe we’re almost there.” Mina smiled warmly. “Your body’s working so beautifully, Kat. Just keep listening to it.” Nodding Kathryn closed her eyes, clutching Genya’s hand tightly as the next contraction hit, breathing through the intense pressure. So was so close to it now, she just needed to wait a little more.

. . . . . . . .

As time passed, the contractions had grown fiercer, rolling through her body with an intensity that left her breathless. The breaks between them felt shorter, giving her little time to rest, and she could feel the weight of exhaustion creeping in as the day began to fall into night outside.

Genya stayed by her side through it all, his presence grounding her as she clung to his hand through each wave. He whispered soft reassurances, his touch gentle and unwavering, wiping the dampness from her forehead with a cool cloth.

"You're doing so well, my Darling.’ he murmured, his voice steady and calm, ‘You're incredible." Kathryn let out a shaky breath, shifting uncomfortably in the bed. "I don't know how much longer I can do this." She muttered, her voice tinged with exhaustion and doubt.

Mina, kneeling beside her on the bed, gave her an encouraging smile. "I believe that you're in transition, Katheryn. This is the toughest part, but it means you're almost there. Your body is doing exactly what it needs to.’ She placed a comforting hand on Kathryn's knee, ‘You’re so strong, and you're not alone. Just take it one contraction at a time."

Kathryn nodded, tears stinging her eyes as another contraction hit like a tidal wave, gripping her body with relentless force. She let out a low, drawn-out moan, her body tensing involuntarily.

Genya immediately pressed his forehead against hers, his breath warm and soothing. "Breathe, Katheryn. Just like before. I'm right here."

She squeezed his hand tightly, forcing herself to take a deep breath threw her belly, before exhaling slowly even as the pain pulsed through her. "I feel so much pressure." she moaned, shifting slightly as she felt more fluid escape from between her legs and an overwhelming heaviness settling low in her pelvis. "It’s... it’s so strong now."

Mina nodded knowingly. "That’s your baby moving down, getting ready. Just listen to your body, Katheryn. You're so close."

Kathryn clung to Genya’s hand, her body trembling with the effort of staying present. Despite the intensity, she felt a deep sense of trust, trust in her body, in Genya, and in Mina. She could do this. She had to.

Genya pressed a kiss to her damp forehead, his voice filled with love. "Soon, we'll be holding her.’ he whispered, ‘You're amazing, Katheryn."

As her latest contraction released her, Katheryn turned her weary, sweat-drenched face to Genya, her eyes filled with both exhaustion and determination. She grasped his hand tightly, her voice trembling but firm. "Genya... C-Can I ask you something?"

He stroked her hair gently, his dark eyes filled with concern and unwavering love, "You can ask me anything, my love." he said softly, his voice a steady anchor.

Katheryn took a shaky breath, her lips curling into the faintest of smiles despite the strain, "I want you to reveal yourself... As you truly are."

Genya's eyes widened in shock, his body tensing for a moment, ""What... What do you mean?" Katheryn squeezed his hand tighter, looking deep into his eyes. "I’ve had my suspicions for a while, but I know, Genya. I know what you are."

A flicker of something passed through his expression, fear, wonder, and then, slowly, acceptance. Genya’s lips parted as if to protest, but then he saw the unwavering trust in her gaze, and he knew he could no longer hide.

"You want our daughter to meet her real father...?" he murmured, more a statement than a question. Katheryn nodded, a deep warmth in her eyes despite the sweat beading on her brow. "Yes. No more secrets. Not from her."

A small, almost wistful smile touched his lips. "You're remarkable, Katheryn." Leaning in, he pressed a lingering kiss to her lips before pulling back. Then, with a slow exhale, he closed his eyes.

The change happened in an instant. His dark hair lightened to a pale, silken blonde, cascading down his shoulders. His already fair skin became stark white, luminescent in the soft candlelight. The sharp, regal features of his true form took shape, and when he opened his eyes again, they gleamed a striking golden hue, filled with centuries of wisdom and sorrow.

Mina, who had been quietly observing the exchange, gasped, her eyes wide with astonishment, she recognized the visage of the person before her, "The son of Dracula." she whispered, a mixture of awe and surprise in her voice.

Genya, no, Alucard, turned to her. His expression calm but tinged with a solemn kind of acceptance. "Yes.’ he confirmed simply, ‘But for Katheryn and our child, I am simply a husband and father."

Katheryn reached up to touch his face gently, smiling despite the pain she was enduring. But before any more words could be exchanged, a sharp, intense pressure seized Katheryn’s body. Her eyes widened, and she gasped, clutching Genya’s arm. "I... I feel like I need to push!"

Mina, snapping out of her stunned silence, quickly moved into action. "Then follow your body's lead, Katheryn.’ she instructed, her voice turning soothing yet firm, ‘You know what to do. Just listen to yourself."

Alucard, or rather, Genya shifted beside Katheryn, his face filled with reverence and unwavering support. He gently cradled her trembling hand and whispered, "I'm right here, love. You can do this."

Katheryn’s fingers trembled as they clutched Alucard’s hand, her knuckles white from the strain. Her breath came in shallow, uneven gasps, and tears welled in her eyes as another contraction gripped her, sharp and relentless. She cried out, pressing her forehead against his chest, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

“I-I don’t know if I can do this.’ she whispered shakily, her voice breaking with emotion, ‘It’s-It’s too much!”

Alucard gently cupped her face, his golden eyes locking with hers, steady and unwavering, "You can do this, Katheryn.’ he said, voice filled with an unshakable conviction, ‘You're the strongest person I know. I believe in you."

He kissed her damp forehead, brushing a few strands of sweat-matted hair back from her face. "Just breathe with me, love."

Katheryn nodded weakly, her lip quivering as she tried to match his slow, calming breaths. Her body was shaking, the weight of their baby pressing low in her pelvis, a constant, unrelenting ache.

Mina, knelt between Katheryn’s legs, kept her voice soothing yet firm, "You're making great progress, Katheryn. Just remember to push with the contractions. Follow your body's cues."

Katheryn nodded again, but when she felt the beginnings of her next contraction, she whimpered, momentarily frozen by the pain and uncertainty. “I can’t-”

“Yes, you can.’ Alucard said firmly, squeezing her hand tighter, ‘I’m right here. Breathe, and when it comes again, push, my love. You’re doing beautifully.”

The contraction built quickly, a tidal wave of pressure swelling deep within her, making Katheryn let out a deep, guttural moan as she gave her first push, gripping Alucard’s hand like a lifeline. Already she could feel her baby shifting lower, making progress as she pushed.

Her husband whispered praises into her ear, his lips brushing against her temple. "That's it, my love... you're doing so well." Tears slipped down Katheryn’s cheeks, a mixture of effort and raw emotion. “It hurts so much.” she sobbed, feeling overwhelmed by the immense pressure.

"I know." Alucard murmured, his thumb stroking the back of her hand. "But every push brings her closer. You can do this, Katheryn."

Katheryn’s entire body trembled with effort as she bore down once more. Only stopping when she started to feel a sharp, stretch that makes her gasp, "Genya." she whimpered, her eyes wide with strain and emotion."I'm here, my love," Alucard whispered, pressing a kiss to her damp forehead.

"Katheryn, she's crowning. You're almost there. Just one big push, sweetheart." Mina said, voice gentle but excited.

Katheryn gritted her teeth, resting her chin to her chest as she bears down once more, the pressure building, more and more, before suddenly there was a release as she felt her baby’s head slip free.

Alucard’s eyes lit up with awe, his grip on her hand unwavering as he kissed her head again. "I see her. You’re incredible!" he said, his voice thick with emotion.

Mina's eyes were also bright with excitement as she looked up at Katheryn. "Okay, Kat. One more push. You're so close!"

Tucking her chin to her chest, Katheryn pushed again, her body trembling with effort as she let out a loud grunt. Then, with a sudden, fluid motion, the baby slipped free and into Mina's waiting hands.

A beat passed, and both Katheryn and Alucard held their breath, before the room was filled with the raw, beautiful sound of a newborn's cry.

Katheryn collapsed back against the pillows, overwhelmed with exhaustion and relief, tears spilling from her eyes as she gasped for breath. Alucard's hand moved to her cheek, wiping away the tears with an awe-filled smile. "You did it, Katheryn.’ he whispered, ‘She's here."

Mina carefully placed their squirming, crying daughter onto Katheryn’s chest, the tiny, warm body trembling against her skin. Katheryn’s heart swelled, her arms instinctively wrapping around the baby.

Gazing down at their newborn daughter, Katheryn’s heart overflowed with love and awe. The baby's tiny chest rose and fell with each soft breath, her delicate features bathed in the warm glow of the bedside lamp.

A full head of brown hair crowned her little head, with a striking blonde streak running through it, a beautiful blend of them both. But it was her eyes, those brilliant, sunset-orange eyes, that captivated her the most.

As they fluttered open, gazing curiously at the new world around her, Katheryn felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes once more. "Hello, my love." she whispered shakily, stroking the damp dark curls on her daughter's head.

Alucard leaned over, pressing a tender kiss to Katheryn’s forehead, then to their daughter's. His voice was filled with reverence and emotion as he whispered, "Welcome, little one."

Katheryn let out a soft, breathless laugh, feeling the tiny heartbeat against her own. "She's perfect." she said, her eyes locking onto Alucard’s, filled with gratitude and love.

"And so are you," Alucard murmured as he sat beside her, his arms wrapped gently around them both. His golden hair falling around his face as he studied their daughter in quiet reverence, his pale hand cradling their daughter's delicate head.

“Lily." he murmured softly, as he traced a finger lightly over her tiny hand, which instinctively curled around him, "Our Lily Elizabeth Caldwell Tepes."

Katheryn smiled through her tears; it was they name they had come up together some months ago. But finally getting to use the name for their little one was an entirely different feeling, which made her heart swell with love, "Our Lily." she whispered, pressing a kiss to Lily's soft forehead. Alucard nodded, his lips brushing against Katheryn's temple. "A beautiful name for our beautiful girl."

Lily's cries had died down at this point as she snuggled closer to Katheryn’s warmth and let out a tiny, contented sigh. Alucard’s heart swelled with a love so profound it almost hurt. He stroked his daughter's soft cheek, marveling at how something so small could carry such immense significance. He wondered if his father ever felt this way about him when he was born.

In the quiet of the room, Mina watched the tender moment unfold with a warm smile before stepping back to give the new family their moment alone.

Slipping out into the hallway, she pulled out her phone and dialed a familiar number of her boyfriend. "Soma," she said, her voice bubbling with excitement. "She's here! The baby’s finally here!"

On the other end, Soma chuckled, the warmth in his voice evident. "Really? That’s amazing, Mina. How’s Katheryn doing?"

"She’s doing fine, bonding with her baby. And Al- Genya, he's totally and completely smitten." She said with a smile. "Well, with parents like that, I wouldn’t expect anything less. I'll bet she’s already got them wrapped around her tiny fingers." Mina grinned, glancing back toward the bedroom door. "Oh, absolutely."

As the two chatted, Katheryn and Alucard remained in their private world, admiring every tiny detail of their daughter, her perfect little nose, the soft rise and fall of her chest, and the way her fingers occasionally twitches in sleep.

"She's gonna be our greatest adventure." Katheryn murmured, resting her head against Alucard's shoulder. Alucard pressed another kiss to her hair, his voice a whisper against her skin. "You’re my greatest adventure Katheryn darling... You’ve opened my world up in ways I never once dreamed of... I love you."

Katheryn’s eyes seemed to shine as she looked up at him, “I love you too.”

#preg kink #pregnancy kink #birth #birth story #birth kink #labor kink #in labor #labor and delivery #genya x oc #genya arikado #alucard tepes #alucard x oc #mina hakuba #soma cruz #castlevania #writing commissions #drawing commissions #commissions

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mpsansy · 8 days ago

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This is so stupid, bye

#my art #legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #torbek #ouaw oc #oc x canon #Mina really went for it- nasty #anyways!!

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ambrosykim · 4 months ago

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"how do you know which time might be the last? / what i would give just to see you again"

a gorgeous piece i commissioned from @kirnet of my lavellan lamenting her life

i know the wolf/halla dynamic are always talked about but helle is so halla coded. soft and silent until she needs to be swift. can be spooked easily and either flees or freezes. has the means of defending herself with her knives like halla antlers. wary of people and not slow to trust. same hair colour.

the hands represent her guilt at allowing her clan to die, yet they are never truly gone bc they gnaw at her mind. she only has her sister now who she thought also perished but (un)fortunately survived bc she had been tracking helle.

and ofc the wolf!!! the eyes in the lake!!! i am truly obsessed with the eyes in the lake, as if solas is always watching here even if he's not present.

truly helle is never alone yet she is always lonely.

#thank u mina i am still super in love with it all and you captured all the details so well!!!#i love helle so much she is my loneliest and most silent oc #quote is from orpheus by vincent lima its SUCH a solavellan song #dragon age #dai #da #dragon age: inquisition #dragon age inquisition #inquisitor #inquisitor lavellan #solas x inquisitor #solavellan #oc: helle lavellan #helle x solas #nett comms

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not-talia-lol · 3 months ago

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I need sonic mutuals HI GUYS this is my oc Mina the Mink She's a popstar/idol and probably owns hundreds of cute dresses. Also she likes Espio...

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arc-tu-rus · 5 months ago

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can you tell which one's the vampire ?

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evolnoomym · 1 month ago

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liquid smooth 🤍 Pt.2

Mom’s Best-friend!Joel Miller x f!reader

General Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist | Pt.1 🩶 | Support me |

Summary: Life with Joel is all you could have hoped for and with the new reality setting in, you and Joel have some interesting ideas.

Rating: 18+ mature content mdni!!!!

Word count: 2.9k

Authors note: okayyyyy so this was first and foremost a idea for Wifeys @joelmillerisapunk “PPCU Body Worshipping Writing Challenge”

I choose for myself Joel Miller + cock&balls worshipping and then i couldn’t write it down for months. Luckily inspiration found me and now it can be looked at as a continuation of “Washing Machine Heart 🩶”

I hope y’all enjoy 🤍

Warnings: no y/n, F!OC, Moon as always, lotsssss of cum, tempering with food/tea I guess(?), p-in-v action, no protection, creammmmm pies, somnophilia, oral m receiving, finding enjoyment in tears, Daddy Kink, pervy Joel, Sub / Dom vibes, switching roles, biting, overstimulation, cock & ball rings, orgasm denial, cum shot, cum eating, aftercare…If I missed anything please let me know 🙏🏻

Shoutout to @saradika-graphics & @cafekitsune for the dividers 🤍

And shoutout to @joelmillerisapunk & @sunshineispunk for proofreading 😇

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. 😂🫶🏻

After you had been kicked out of your Moms house and moved in with Joel, everything started to settle down. Neither of you had heard from your Mom in weeks and you hadn’t tried reaching out to her either.

You no longer had to live with her or that toxic energy she was made of.

Joel and you were living on cloud nine, fucking anywhere you could at all times. At this point it was impossible that there was a surface left in his house that hasn’t been defiled.

He’s fucked you in the shower, pushed you against the tiles with ferocious force and pounded you til tears were streaming down your cheeks. He’s slipped inside you from behind in the early mornings when you were barely awake, you had allowed him to do this in a prior discussion and in the end it wasn’t unpleasant waking up to his hips snapping against your own and those rough fingers flicking your clit.

One morning he had bent you over the kitchen counter, pulled the shirt you stole from him up and over your naked ass before swiftly pushing into your wet pussy. He’d taken you apart right by the open kitchen window and you’d just hoped that the nice elderly lady next door didn’t hear you screaming.

Another time he’d stopped you from drinking your morning chai tea by tugging your unoccupied hand down to his growing bulge, he nuzzled himself into your neck and whimpered which was music to your ears. Of course you gave into his needs and got down on your knees dutifully, to serve him just the way he liked. You had taken his length down your throat so willingly and swallowed every last drop like a greedy little slut, desperate for his cum.

Joel came up with a pretty good idea to surprise you. He watched you each morning, pouring a splash of milk into your chai tea and then sipping it while sitting out on the back porch.

It was one of those days where Joel would be up before you and as always he stood in the kitchen prepping your tee. Since he had gotten used to your warm and waiting mouth draining his full balls each morning, his cock obviously still got hard, even when you weren’t there to take care of him.

Normally he might’ve sneaked into the bedroom, peeled the blanket back and pushed his way into your tight pussy till he filled you up completely. But this time his plan looked different. He pushed his shorts down until his engorged cock bobbed up against his lower belly, one of his enormous hands wrapped itself around his member and he started jerking off frantically.

“Yeahhhh…babygirl will love Daddy’s milk in her tea, ughhh” he mumbled and groaned while holding his leaking slit right over the beautiful cup you had bought.

Not long after a generous load splashed into the cup, Joel, who was still buzzing, then topped it off with some normal milk.

By the time you woke up, came down the stairs and sat down at the table to enjoy breakfast, Joel had cleaned up and put on his poker face. He joined you at the table, pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head as he had placed your drink of choice down in front of you.

You thanked him before you brought the cup up to your mouth and took a sip. It tasted good, but there was something else to the taste. A slight but welcomed bitterness.

“Daddy, it tastes good, but did you put something else in there?” You drowsily asked him.

Joel chuckled at that “Hmmm dunno,” he pretended to think it over, tapping at his chin with his pointer finger, before he continued “well Daddy might’ve put in some special creamer.” He winked at you.

“Since when do we have creamers ?” You sounded genuinely curious.

“Oh babygirl, you are so cute when ya just woke up…” he shook his head lightly before leaning in. With his lips at your ear he whispered “it’s Daddy’s special Milk.”

You had let out a stunned gasp and pushed him away by his shoulder, but your face didn’t display anger, no, your cheeks were flushed and you had a dazed smile adorning your face.

“Oh daddy, you are so naughty,” you mused in a sickly sweet voice.

“But ya like that, don’t you, Moon, love?” He knew exactly the effect his deep rumbling morning voice had on you.

“Of course I do, I can never get enough of you.” Yeah. He had you wrapped around one of his beefy fingers.

After some time, you had shyly suggested trying out to switch the existing roles, till now Joel always took the leading dominant position and you did whatever he wanted. So you didn’t expect him to be so open to giving you the power over him but Joel was no little boy that couldn’t be shown some new tricks, no, he was on board immediately.

A couple days later, he found himself naked from the hips down, sitting on one of the dining chairs with his arms crossed behind his back.

“You’re really not gonna tell me what my surprise is, baby?” He tried to manipulate you by sounding extra sweet but you wouldn’t budge.

“No, I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough what I have in mind for you,” you send him a flirtatious wink and your secretive behavior only encourages his curiosity further.

Of course as soon as Joel grants you the power over him you take full advantage of it, not only is he supposed to stay seated and refrain from touching you. No. You had additionally put on a matching black lace set. Joel could see your perky nipples calling to him from under the delicate fabric and, apart from tiny black flowers adorning the swell of your breasts, the bra was see-through.

When you turn away from him, he can't stop groaning at the sight of your perfect ass cheeks, the ones he loves to smack, bite, kiss and lick at any chance, split by the matching black lace thong.

You ripped him out of his horny thoughts when you got down on all fours.

“Remember the rules: no touching and you don’t come until I allow you.” You remind him while slowly crawling between his wide spread thighs.

“Yes, baby, I remember the rules,” he sounds dazed and he is, you kneeling between his legs looking so stunning, was making it hard for him to think.

“Hmm, that’s a good boy,” you reply and Joel’s cock jumps in excitement, he likes you calling him that wayyyyy more than expected.

“Fuckkk, Moon, what will ya do to me?” His pitch is getting more whiny and desperate with each word.

“Don’t worry, babyboy, I’ll take good care of you,” you nod reassuringly at him while placing your soft, warm hands upon his knees and stroke all the way up to the crease where his leg meets his hip. Those small yet deliberate touches make more blood rush right to his groin. He’s already pulsing and you haven’t even done much.

Joel is closer and closer to losing his composure the more you stroke his thighs. You keep almost touching him where he is aching the most, but you stop right before you are about to close your fingers around his cock.

“God, pleaseee, Moon-Love I need ya to touch me…” there’s a strain to his voice and he begins wriggling his hips in hopes your hand might slip and touch him but instead you pull away instantly.

Joel sighs in annoyance, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back to rest between his shoulder blades.

“Mooni, don’t ya think this is enough teasin’ for your old man?”

“Mhh, no, I think you can handle a little more. You wanna be a good boy for me, don’t you?”

You clearly want to ruin him completely.

“Hnghh, I do but…-“ He doesn’t get further than that because you decide you’ve had enough of his petulant behavior. All he feels is your teeth sinking into the meat of his thigh.

His head snaps back to look at you in confusion “Ouch, what was that for?”

“Had enough of your constant whining, besides don’t you dare pretend to be shocked you’ve done the same to me,” you tilt your head,“remember?”

How could he not? All those hours he spent sucking and biting bruises into your squishy thighs, those were some of his favorite moments.

“‘course I do darlin’…love spending hours with my head between your legs, so close to that pretty pussy.” He fucking winks at you.

You just roll your eyes and lick soothingly over where you had bitten him.

“You are such a smooth talker, aren’t you. Think I’m gonna give in if you butter me up?”

“Well….will ya give in?” Cheeky fucker.

“Shut up Joel,” you put your hand on his weeping cock and within a split second he breaks the touching rule.

You retract your hand and get up from kneeling. “Hmmm, I gave you enough warnings. You are clearly not a good boy Joel, so we are doing this the hard way.”

“No, baby, I’m sorry…I didn’t expect it. Pleaseee don’t stop,” there he goes whining again.

You pay no attention to his words, you pick up the secretive little bag and walk behind him.

“Put your hands back where they are supposed to stay,” Joel complies silently.

You pull out a black rope and start looping it around his wrists in a way you know he could easily get out of.

To your surprise, he doesn’t protest to being tied up. Good choice. It would only get him into more trouble.

Once you’re done, you step around to be in front of him again, still holding the bag.

“More surprises?”

“Yeah, I’m not sure how you’ll like it though but there’s no other option… Bad boys need to learn their lesson.” You pull out what looks like two black silicone rings. He knows what he’s in for. You had talked to him about possible practices you two could try out, cock and ball rings were discussed, amongst other things, but you didn’t warn him when it would happen.

You put the dominant role aside momentarily, “Are you okay with this, daddy? I promise I’m gonna be careful to not hurt the goods.” You smile at him but he doesn’t need much more convincing, he knows he can trust you with his treasure.

“Go ahead, baby, doin’ such a good job for Daddy,” that’s all you need to hear before kneeling once more in front of him.

You grasp his cock at the base and tilt his member down before spitting on him, quickly your hand slides up and down to spread his pre-cum and your spit all over.

The first ring is for his juicy, swollen balls. You slip it over his testicles with ease.

“Is it too tight?” You ask.

“Ahh..no- no, sweetheart, it’s okay. New but nothin I can’t handle.” He husks.

And so the second ring gets slipped down his impressive length.

He lets out a hiss, takes a few deep breaths and tries to collect himself. You can see beads of sweat running down the column of his throat and the urge to lick them takes over you. You get up fast, holding yourself upright by placing your hands on his thighs. You lean in, open your mouth and let your tongue lick a bold stripe across his racing jugular. His musky, unique taste causes a stirring in your lower belly that you could suppress till now.

While he adjusts to the rings around his groin, you happily lap up his sweat.

“Moon?” He panted.

You stop and stare at him with expecting eyes, waiting for the sign.

He nods and with that, you get back on the ground. You know your knees will definitely be bruised tomorrow but it’s totally worth it.

For a second you just take in the visual of his manhood, dripping with precum and his cock is twitching ever so often.

Tentatively, you try to wrap your fingers around him, not adding pressure and yet this is enough to make him moan.

“Baby, ‘m so hard…please make me cum. Please, baby, I’ll do whatever ya want.”

His eyes are wide and he’s frantically nodding.

“Shhh, it’s okay, babyboy I got you,” you amp up the grip around his base and you lean closer to spit directly onto his slit.

Unexpectedly, you pick up the speed and your hand makes wet squelching noises as you bring him closer to finishing.

“Ah..ah…ahhh baby, fuck, don’t stop I’m so close,” Joel is closing his eyes and preparing to let go when you rip your hand away.

“Wh..why did ya stop?” You just laugh at him.

“I told you, you don’t get to cum unless i allow it,” you smirk cruelly.

When you touch him this time, you use both hands and twist them while jerking him.

“Ughh Moon, so good baby, you’re being so good for me..” you are marveling at the way Joel becomes a whimpering mess, the man that usually does this to you is now putty in your hands.

You still have some tricks up your sleeve, till now his balls were left untouched but just then your left hand slips down to his heavy sack.

You squeeze and rub them lovingly. Joel on the other side is floating away, he is beyond overstimulated and his balls feel as if they will burst any moment.

Then you withdraw your hands again.

“No..no..no, baby, no don’t do this,” he is pleading with you “please touch him, I need to cum Moon.” He begs you with urgency.

“Shh, it’s okay, daddy, you get to finish now.” You were being honest, his warm cum is what you wanted most. It was fun playing with him but now you were satisfied.

Your soft, slippery lips begin littering kisses to his glistening tip. You did that from top to bottom, even giving one to each of his swollen balls.

“That’s a good girl, give kisses to Daddy’s balls, they produce all the milk I’ll put in your tee and in your cunt.” He laughs and you can’t help but smile.

“Thank you daddy for giving so much of your milk, making sure my belly is filled.” you whisper in between kissing his cock.

“Use your tongue please, baby” He doesn’t need to ask twice before you lick a stripe from his balls to his head. You flick the pointy tip of your tongue at his slit, besides his own juices, your drool was making this ordeal more sloppy and messy with each second.

In Joel’s mind, the following 30 seconds were nonexistent. He’s sure he must have momentarily passed out or went to some kind of higher headspace. You have to tell him afterwards that in that moment you had let his throbbing length enter your mouth. And he knows that you are not lying because when he regained consciousness, that was the image that greeted him. Your plump lips wrapped around his cock.

You got him about halfway down your throat before reaching your limit.

“Jesus Christ, baby, ya gonna kill me,” Joel couldn’t even hear himself properly, he sounded miles away to himself.

Something happens that you could have never predicted: a tear slides down his handsome face and lands on his grey shirt, leaving a dark spot behind.

A sick part of you wants more of that, so you pull your mouth off him entirely and instead you lick and kiss the sensitive spot at the underside of his dick. You researched before and found out that it’s called “Frenulum”. It supposedly drives men crazy so you wanted to try it out and Joel’s reaction was priceless.

He is so tense, biting his lip, scrunching his eyebrows and those gorgeous thighs of his are twitching, indicating that he must be practically seconds away from coming.

To give him the final push, you stop licking him and instead place the inside of your palm flat over his leaking slit, rubbing that hand in small and quick circles.

“Fu..fu..fuck, I..I’m comin’ Moon,” he huffs with his remaining energy.

All the tension inside Joel snaps and, with a loud yelp, he comes, hot thick white ropes of cum land on your face, chest and ultimately on himself. Joel’s entire body twitches as the rewarding feeling of finally being able to release pressure washes over him.

The room was silent except for Joel attempting to catch his breath and you have to make it hard for him. You may appear innocent but to Joel you are a little sadistic devil, you just have to swipe some of his cum off your tits before sucking your cum coated fingers into your mouth.

All while keeping eye contact with him.

“Hmmm, thank you, daddy, tastes delicious,” you smack your lips together satisfied.

You perk up suddenly. “Shit, sorry Joel, let me take off the rings.”

You try your hardest to touch his cock and balls carefully. Slowly, you release his sack and then remove the ring that sat at the base of his cock.

You move on to untie him from the chair and then help Joel to the bathroom so he can take a relaxing bath with you.

“Come on, honey, we’ll take a nice bubble bath and then go to bed. How does that sound?” You ask him on the way up the stairs.

“Sounds fuckin’ perfect to me darlin’ “ he mumbles in response.

Lastly, he adds a soft spoken, “I love you Moon,”

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