#what I wouldn't give for a hot stone massage right now...

[jupiter235]

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[theflyingfeeling]

hi yes it's me writing another Olli/Allu shortie, inspired by the tags in @xgiuliawrites' latest fic (which y'all should go read immediately if you haven't), particularly I was intrigued by the tags sauna, masturbation, and accidental voyeurism 😳

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Aleksi had not meant for it to happen, because of course he hadn't. He hadn't planned to let his imagination run quite so wild, too wild, while sitting next to Olli in the sauna just moments ago, trying to look everywhere else but Olli's happy trail, trying hard not to imagine the salty taste if he was to place a hungry kiss there (he blamed Porko's stupid playlist which had Olli humming a song about pouring tequila in one's belly button in between throwing more water on the stones, pushing Aleksi's agony to the brink of his sanity).

Likewise, he had not intented to grow a semi while washing himself, the knowledge that Olli might have been staring at his bare backside the entire time exciting Aleksi as much as intimidating him (he blamed the wonky reflection on the shower tap the revealed Olli's eyes travelling up and down his body as he showered).

Even less so, his intention being to get out of the changing room and in the cold winter air as fast as he could to kill his budding boner before it would become a problem, he most certainly had not forgotten his toiletry bag on the changing room bench on purpose. Yet, there he was now, mouth hanging open at the sight he was witnessing through the tinted glass door of the sauna, the toiletry bag and his plans of cooling down long forgotten (for which he only had himself to blame, let's face it).

With his long lashes resting against his cheekbones, it was clear Olli had not noticed Aleksi's return, otherwise he obviously wouldn't have ended up in this situation. That was why he should've turned back the second he had realised what was happening on the other side of the glass door separating the sauna and the changing room, as that's what a good friend and a decent person would've done, immediately and with no hesitation. However, as the past week had proved, Aleksi was not a good friend; verily, he was a horrible, useless, and immoral friend who had gone and started having sexual fantasies about his hot, funny and super cute bandmate late at night while sleeping next to that very bandmate on their song-writing camp combined with a winter holiday (even if no one could hardly blame Aleksi for it, because who wouldn't start lusting over the divine being that was Olli Matela, especially when one got to lay beside his gorgeous naked body at night).

Indeed, there was no denying Aleksi was no decent person either, not with his eyes nailed to Olli as he pleasured himself in the heat of the sauna.

The soles of Olli's feet were pressed against the foot rail, which was exactly how Aleksi had left him, but while Olli's knees had then been close together with his arms relaxed on them, they were now wide apart to fully expose Olli's cock, pointing towards the ceiling with his hand stroking it at a leisurely pace. The hardness of his erection, standing proudly while Olli's fingers slid up and down the length, was a dead giveaway that Olli had wasted no time since Aleksi had left – either that, or he, too, had felt the strange, steamy tension during their shared sauna moment.

While Olli's right hand was devoted to rubbing his erection, his left one was free to roam all over his sweaty torso, which did nothing to ease the building pressure in Aleksi's pants. Aleksi let out a lustful sigh as he watched Olli's hand caress his own abdomen, fondling the happy trail Aleksi himself had lusted over just a few moments ago. When the hand moved up again to massage Olli's chest and to tease a red, harneded nipple, Aleksi had to sunk his teeth into his bottom lip to stop himself from whining out loud. He craved to replace Olli's hand with his own, to be the one giving Olli such bliss that had his head thump against the sauna panelling and his stomach sinking in a deep, euphoric sigh.

Only then – hearing the thud of Olli's head resting against the wall behind him – Aleksi could bear to leave the sight of Olli's body and look up at his face instead. There, Aleksi found a small smile, only barely visible through the coloured glass door, but it spoke volumes of how much Olli was enjoying himself. Aleksi wished he could've joined Olli in his pleasure, perhaps even be the reason for it, but for now he had to settle for palming himself through his trousers to give his own aching cock some much-needed relief. Shortly after, guilt forced him to remove his hand and dig his nails into his thighs when he felt himself getting close to coming embarrassingly quickly.

He should leave. He should throw himself in the snow and let the blizzard bury him, or whatever it would take to reboot his brain and erase all the images of Olli sitting on the sauna bench with his legs spread and his hand pumping up and down on his long, rock-hard cock, because there was no way he would be able to look his friend in the eye after this, let alone sleep next to him under any circumstances.

Just when Aleksi had convinced himself to make his silent escape and perhaps drown himself in the hole Tommi and Niko had sawed in the ice for some post-sauna ice swimming, as that was the least he deserved for being such a pervert, a low moan from the sauna nailed Aleksi's feet to the floor.

His eyes found Olli's erection again to immediately notice that the earlier calm, almost lazy pace of Olli's hand had now been replaced with a much quicker one, one that was determined to take Olli closer to his release with each long stroke. His left hand had abandoned his nipple and was instead fondling his balls, which seemed to bring Olli a great deal of additional pleasure, if the ecstatic expression on his face was anything to go by.

"Aaahhhh... aaaahhhhhh..." Olli's grunts went straight to Aleksi's cock that was twitching inside his boxers as if to poke at Aleksi for his attention. He didn't dare touch himself again, though, having decided he'd rather freeze his own penis by sticking his hard-on in a bank of snow than walk through the living room with jizz in his pants.

As Olli's moans grew louder and more frequent, Aleksi realised he wouldn't probably even need to grab his cock to come undone in his pants from just looking at Olli, at his hardened bicep, at his hair-covered chest expanding and sinking rapidly, at his glistening cock inside his fist that hastened its movements by the second until streaks of white fell on Olli's stomach with one last moan (more like a whine (more like the sweetest single sound that had ever blessed Aleksi's ears)).

Aleksi ignored the throbbing in his pants as he devoured Olli, who was now relaxing against the wall completely, his fingers but resting on his still hard member instead of gripping it in search for an orgasm.

A satisfied, laid-back smile spread on Olli's lips, and all too late Aleksi understood what for. All too late, Aleksi realised he had missed his cue to cut and run in shame, when Olli opened his eyes to look straight into his.

Olli's smile didn't falter, and there was no sign of shock or embarassement in his dark gaze. If anything, the smile widened, and the already horny look in his eyes grew ever more lewd as it flickered between Aleksi's face and his crotch, Aleksi's hand doing a poor job hiding the tent on the front of this sweatpants.

Olli raised an eyebrow and nodded towards it.

"Need a hand with that?"

[colemansdimple]

Not an ordinary woman

By colemansdimple

Chapter 5

Victoria and William held nothing back from eachother now, although they finally agreed they would need to have their pleasure without penetration with his member. This did not amuse Victoria but she kept it to herself, knowing she already pressured him too much, and she knew he always did what was best for her.

When the summer rains stopped, it came a very hot day. William left for a meeting at the village but told her to stay inside, feeling she might faint under the heat of the sun. However, staying at home didn't help Victoria at all. She had little energy to do anything because of the heat and so she thought about taking a bath. Unfortunately their bathwater proved to be equally hot. So she decided to bath by the waterfall like William did.

She took a small towel and a soap. When she got there, she decided to disrobe fully, not wanting to get her undergarments wet. She slowly entered the cold water until it covered her upper body. It was deliciously refreshing. She had a little swim and relaxed a bit, enjoying the freshness of the water. She heard a sudden movement behind her and turned around to see William standing there, looking at her with his arms crossed and his face angry.

“Victoria! What the hell are you doing here? It's the middle of the day... anyone could come here and see you!”

“Good afternoon to you too, husband.” she replied in her defiant way.

“I've spent enough time living here to know that no one else, except one person, comes near this pond. And I was sweating all over the house so I decided to bath here where the water is colder.”

She got out from the water and walked in the direction of the soap, not looking him in the eyes but knowing her naked self always had an effect on him. William stared as she began so soap herself and swallowed hard, approaching her from behind, whispering close to her ear.

“You have been very careless wife and for that I must punish you...I will help you bath but it's only so that you can finish quicker and put some clothes on before anyone else sees that sinfully delicious body of yours.”

His words made her sigh with lust and she turned around to give him the soap. William took her hand and guided her to stand facing the stone wall next to the waterfall with him behind her.

“Hands on the wall, wife, and don't move...or else I'll stop...”

She smiled with excitement and did as he told her. William began to spread soap on her body with his hands, first on her arms, shoulders and her back, giving her a tender massage. She hummed a little, feeling her muscles relax under his fingers. Then he reached for her breasts, rubbing, squeezing and lifting them. He pitched her nipples and she moaned louder.

“Hush now love...you must be silent...we don't want anyone else to hear you and come here...”

She bit her lip and nodded. His hands travelled lower, touching her belly, making round movements over her bottom. He then reached that needy place of hers, that place that was always wet to see him. He massaged her mound in circles with one soapy hand, while the other came up to squeeze her breast.

“Ah...ah...yes right there...”

At this he punished her by pulling her downy hairs a bit, making her body shudder with pleasure pain. William washed her thoroughly, from the top of her mound to that tiny rose button behind her and back again. Victoria bit her lip trying to suppress her moans but failing to do so by making whine like noises. William loved when she whined from the pleasure he gave her. Just that was enough to make him harder than anything.

Then suddenly, he stopped and turned her around. Her face was bright red from desire and she took long breaths to contain it.

“I think you're clean enough now wife...go to the water and remove the soap yourself.”

Victoria made an angry face, not only did he deny her climax but he wouldn't get into the water with her. She decided to get her revenge by quickly jumping into the pond, which made water splash all over him. She emerged back smiling seen him all drenched up. However, her smile left her in a rush when he disrobed fully while looking at her the same way a wild animal looks at his prey.

“Now...now...I think my young wife needs to be taught a lesson...very well... if your goal is to make me bath with you, come here and soap your husband's body.”

Victoria got out of the water and reached for the soap on the ground. As she bent over, he quickly got behind her and gave her bottom a light but very loud spank. Victoria gasped and looked back at him seeing a full grin on his lips and an arched eyebrow. Oh no he didn't!

She spread soap on her hands and began to rub them roughly on his arms, huffing with indignation. When she reached his chest she spread her hands wide and caressed his chest hairs, something she loved to do. Her soaped hands passed over his nipples and he hissed. She noticed and began to make circles around them, mimicking his movements on her own breasts. That seemed to work a great deal because he closed his eyes tightly and opened his mouth to moan. She smiled a little, she always loved to see him lose control because of her.

Her hands went down his belly until she reached his waist. Because of their high difference, she needed to kneel on the ground to soap him lower than that. William opened his eyes and saw his Victoria kneeling in from of him, looking up with seductive eyes as she pumped his cock with one soapy hand, while the other quickly reached for his ballsack.

“Oh god...oh my Victoria...my wife...I love it...I love your hands on me...”

She gave him a few more pumps and squeezes with a wicked smile and then she stopped completely, getting up and jumping into the water again.

“I think you're clean enough husband...now come into the water and remove the soap yourself.”

William didn't waste any more time and jumped, swimming towards her. He emerged right in front of her and pressed her body against the edge of the pond. Victoria closed her arms around his neck while he lifted her. She crossed her legs around his middle and they began to kiss and rub their bodies, the water around them resulting in sweet friction.

“I think you didn't learn your lesson yet, wife...”

“And what are you going to do about that, husband?”

He smiled and carried her to a shallow end of the pond, where the water reached at her waist. He dropped her and turned her around. He then made her bend over the nearest rock and positioned his cock at her entrance. Victoria bit back a satisfied laugh. In one hard pump he penetrated her fully. He didn't give her time to adjust and began to fuck her in a quick pace. It became impossible for her to contain the lustful moans that came out of her. In this position he could enter her deeper, touching her sweet spot constantly. He began to give her quick little spanks and whisper naughty things in her ear.

“Oh my sweet sweet girl...my naughty little wife...is this what you wanted? To make me fuck you hard on the outdoors? Where anyone could pass and see us? Anyone could come here right now and see you bent over and me fucking you from behind...would you like that? Hmm?”

Oh god that was sinful and she loved it! He made her stand up a bit while still being inside her. His arms hugging her tightly and covering her breasts. He pressed hungry kisses on her neck and sucked at her pulse point so hard it would surely leave a mark. Victoria was glad he didn't order her not to scream because that new position was making her feel wonders.

“Oh god William...I'm going to come soon ...I'm so close...”

“Wait...wait a little more my love...you can take it, can't you?”

“William...I can't...I need to come...”

“Wait...just a bit more my girl...”

“Oh god I'm trying...”

He felt her legs trembling hard as he fucked her and the water around their hips splashed everywhere with his mad movements. She held his arms tight to delay her climax.

“Come now my love...my wife...OH COME FOR ME NOW!!!”

“OH MY GOD WILLIAM!!!”

Victoria and William climaxed together so hard they scared away a family of rooks that flew nearby. Once again he spent himself inside her. He would never get enough of this feeling. They rested there for a while recovering their breaths and enjoying the water together. Laughing, playing and kissing eachother a little more.

A couple of days later they received a letter. It was from William's servant telling him to go back to London immediately. He hugged Victoria and told her to stay inside and not open the door for anyone until he returned. Victoria sat there waiting for him. Seconds, minutes, hours passed her by but he didn't return. When the night fell she began to panic. What if something happened to him? What if it was a trap to lure him? The hour grew late and no sign of William. Dinner time came and went but she didn't have energy to eat anything. She stayed right where he left her, too scared to go to sleep. Eventually, though, her tiredness won and she fell asleep on the chair. She woke up in the next day with the sound of horses approaching.

She recognised his silhouette from the window and opened the door to greet him. What she saw, however, was not her husband. It was indeed William Lamb, but now he wasn't wearing his peasant clothes anymore, but fresh new gentleman attires, and he shaved his beard completely. It was Lord Melbourne who got down from a royal carriage, accompanied by soldiers, and approached her.

“William...”

“Ma'am...” he quickly corrected her in front of the soldiers.

“Lord M...what happened to you? Why did you take so long to return?”

“I'll explain everything Ma'am...on our way back to the palace...”

Something was wrong with him. His manners were too cold and he didn't look her in the eyes while speaking to her. He also kept some distance and his hands were held behind his back.

“But...all of our things...” she weakly replied, looking back at the cottage.

Their house. Where they were so happy. So happy! It was nothing much. But it was their paradise. William looked at the house too, memorising all of the objects inside. Each one telling a story of their precious time together.

Their twin mugs by the sink. His with a tiny chink from the first time she did the dishes. The cheap books he bought for her when they had a spare coin. The blankets by the fireplace which they wrapped themselves with and discussed their day. The table and chairs where every simple meal felt like a banquet. Their bed where they made love and held eachother tightly all night long, whispering forever promises. The backyard garden with the vegetables he spent so much time caring for and that nurtured them both. And the roses at the front of the house which he offered to Victoria everytime one fully bloomed.

She looked at him again and saw his eyes misting for a second, before he cleared his throat and spoke.

“You won't need anything from there anymore Ma'am...now please step inside the carriage and let us return...”

Victoria felt a wave of sadness all over her and closed her eyes tightly, turning back to enter the carriage. William quickly followed and sat opposite to her, making a sign for them to move. He kept avoiding her gaze by looking at the window. They watched as the carriage passed through the village, seeing the familiar faces of their neighbours. Victoria silently saying goodbye to each and every one of them. It took a while, but he finally spoke to her.

“It was the King of Hanover...”

“My uncle?”

“Yes...he knows he's next in line of succession...so he planted a spy at the palace to know your every move...and he hired the assassins to kill you.”

“But...what can we do about it? Can we arrest him?”

“Unfortunatelly no Ma'am...men like him...are people the laws of our country can't reach...there was no concrete proof that he did it...only the testimony of criminals but to the judges it has little value.”

He took a few breaths before looking straight at her, pure anger pouring from his eyes.

“But don't worry Ma'am...everything was taken care of...you will be safe.”

“William...what did you do?”

At this she looked down and saw the knuckles of his right hand red. He realised she was seeing it and crossed his arms to hide them.

“Let's just say he will think twice now before trying anything against you...”

Tears were running down her eyes again and he quickly looked back to the window to avoid seeing her cry.

“So...this is it then... it's all over...”

“Yes Ma'am...”

William slowly looked over at her after she dried her own tears and stared at the window. He could perfectly see the moment her features changed. The moment her sadness was swallowed back inside and her face became neutral, perfectly hiding everything she was feeling. He knew it then, that was the moment she truly became a woman. Not when he entered her, nor when they spoke their love for the first time, but when her heart was deeply broken. And he was responsible for it. She would hate him forever.

Their ride back was quick, he left the carriage and offered his hand to her. When she got out he bid her goodbye and, without looking back, took a horse and rode off. After a few days, she received his resignation letter. He would no longer be her Private Secretary. She tore the paper to bits without signing it and throwed it in the fire. That night, she cried herself to sleep. The next day, the same letter was sent again but this time followed by his resignation as Prime Minister. Victoria cried until her eyes went dry and after she had no more tears left she just became numb. She missed him so much! Before it all, she still hoped they could find a way to be together even after they returned. She never expected him to abandon her like this!

Meanwhile, William suffered in his own way. He retired to Brocket Hall and survived basically on bottles and bottles of brandy, trying to ease the pain of her absence. His sister Emily was the only one allowed to visit because she had no contact with Victoria. Although Victoria was still the one and only thing that occupied his mind. He didn't even sleep in his own bed anymore because it strangely reminded him of their bed in the cottage. He had slept in Brocket Hall alone for so many years before meeting her but now he couldn't even consider the concept of a bed if she wasn't in it. It took Emily a great effort to finally take him back to London for a simple haircut.

After a month of their separation, William was back in London when he received news that the Queen had fallen ill after a dinner party. As soon as he heard it, he took his coat in hand and ran to the door. When he opened it, however, he found a palace servant standing there with an invitation from the Queen for tea at the palace. So she wasn't that sick, he thought, feeling relieved. William was announced and entered the room, finding her standing up facing the window, with her back to the room, and Emma and Harriet on the couch. They quickly stood up and left, giving him not a single word. Everything felt strange, even her mother and Conroy, who usually stayed close by, were now missing. She then spoke with her royal tone of voice, the one she used for everyone else, except him.

“Good day Lord Melbourne...I hope you are well...”

She kept looking at the window and didn't turn to face him.

“I am well...thank you your majesty...I received news that you yourself was the one sick...”

“Yes indeed..I felt ill after a dinner party...but it was nothing serious...I called you here to discuss other matters...and to share news of my actions after I returned to the palace...first I would like to tell you that someone broke into my uncle Cumberland's house and physically assaulted him...the culprit was not found but I heard it was an unknown bearded man...he must have been very angry at my uncle because...poor uncle Cumberland was left so disfigured I had to send him far away to Austria to recover in a hospital...I decided to finish the matter and ordered the police to end all investigations.”

William coughed, his face bright red with shame.

“Now I want to tell you about that village and the people that helped us. The woman who helped when I was sick was invited to the palace...she almost couldn't believe her eyes when she saw me again the poor woman...I offered her her weight in gold as a reward...she saved the life of the Queen of England after all...but she refused the money...she really did like the biscuits she ate here though...and so I agreed to send her a box of them every month until the end of her days. I also asked my staff to build a school in that village for the girls to continue their lessons. They were my students so I feel it's my responsibility to complete their education.”

He smiled at her. His girl, a girl no longer, so matured, so responsible! It gave him great pride to see her like this. She would be the greatest monarch the country has ever known!

“About my mother and Sir John Conroy...I decided it was time for them to go live their lives somewhere else...so I gave my mother a good pension and sent them back to Kensington.”

He noticed she took some fortifying breaths before continuing. By instinct, he walked to stand closer to her, in case she needed any aid.

“Now...about our...your mother's home...I bought it...it turns out the whole property belonged to your uncle from your father's side...so I offered him a good amount of money for it...and now it's mine...I liked there very much...with some adjustments I believe it could be a good country house for my future family...”

“Future family, Ma'am?”

“Yes Lord Melbourne...for my husband and our children...I want them to stay there with me.”

He couldn't believe what she was saying! To put another man in their house? That house that meant so much for them? Where they spent the best days of their lives? He looked at the fireplace and pictured himself burning the house down to the ground before that happened. His fists closed tight with rage.

“Which brings me to my final topic Lord Melbourne...it is well known that my uncle Leopold wishes to marry me with my cousin Albert...I've been giving this whole matter some thought and I decided it's really time for me to get married...but it won't be with cousin Albert...for you see...I am already in love with a man and I promised that I would never leave him...what kind of Queen would I be if I broke my own promises?”

She finally turned around to face him with tears in her eyes.

“My love...my William...I want you...”

She took his hand and placed it on her belly.

“And our child...in that house...marry me.”

William started to cry as he knelt by her feet, kissing her belly that now was the home of their child, his voice came out weak with so many emotions flowing at once.

“Yes! My love...my Queen...my darling girl...my only one!”

It actually took little effort for them to get permission to marry. After the parliament discovered their virgin Queen was pregnant with the child of her former Prime Minister, they quicky arranged everything in secret to avoid scandal. Public opinion was favourable of their union as well, after the rumour of how William Lamb protected their Queen with his life. It ran the streets of London and even farther away. Their daughter Alice was born later that year and as soon as they were allowed to travel again they came back to their cottage in the woods, which, after some modifications, became the official royal country house.

The end.

Hello! If you've managed to come this far, you have my thanks! This was the longest fic I've ever written and it was done as a tribute to all the other vicbourne fics that warmed me up on cold nights! I am no professional fic writer but I think I've managed to do something fun with my story. Follow me on Instagram and Twitter if you haven't already! @colemansdimple

[talesofsonicasura]

Stone Novas

Ch 4: Exposition

Astra's secret is revealed to Team Monkie Kid much to her dismay! A challenge is wagered, plots are formed and soon wills shall be tested. CH3 CH5

Megapolis' Docks, Secret Base

To say Astra was upset would be an understatement. She was thoroughly pissed off for one good reason. Sun Wukong, Monkey King and 'Great Sage Equal To Heaven' didn't know how to keep his mouth shut. And the feeling to flay him grew as Mei poked at the Frontier Brain.

All of them had hustled back to the Secret Base after MK had blurted out her otherworldly origins. Luckily, no one else was there to hear it. When the young man had accidentally sent himself flying out of the Weather Station, not only did Wukong appear to take away his invulnerability but also told him about her Battle Observatory.

He didn't mention Macaque oddly enough or her taking his clothes, no doubt to keep some of his pride. The reactions from Sandy, Pigsy, Tang and Mei were expected once they got back into the base after a silent ride. Dumbfounded disbelief from MK's boss, curiosity from Tang, awe and wonderment from Sandy, as for Mei…

"Are you human or is this a disguise?! Wouldn't that make Bao Chang, Lupe, Mars, and that giant bird Siegfried alien animals?! Are there any dragon Pokemon where you're from?" A thousand questions alongside her wild poking and prodding. Astra didn't mind someone being curious but this was aggravating.

Having enough with the mildly rude treatment, the redhead grabbed Mei's hand tightly. "I would love to talk if you stop scrutinizing me like a Noctowl pellet." Astra let the raven quickly scoot away, slightly embarrassed but still had that same vigor. The Frontier Brain massaged her head, carefully picking her next words before speaking.

"I am human but from an alternate Earth. Instead of demons, we have Pokemon that can be found everywhere whether it be land, sea, sky and even space itself. During my free time, I usually explore various worlds by traveling through Ultra Space but I am actually the Frontier Brain for the Battle Observatory."

Mk had heard about the facility Astra owned from the Monkey King although neither of them knew what it really meant. Picking up on the young man's confusion, the ginger continued her explanation. "Where I'm from we have something called Pokemon Battles."

Mars connected his tail into the base's computer, the screen switching to display a battle between two trainers and their respective Pokemon: a bipedal rhinoceros covered in orange stone plates and a smaller bipedal chinchilla with large white fur that curled like locks of hair.

"Trainers bring out their Pokemon to battle and give them instructions. When all Pokemon on the opponent's team is unable to battle, the Trainer whose team is left standing wins. No Pokemon are forced to battle without their consent and no killing is allowed." The chinchilla-like Pokemon took down the much larger opponent with a strong blow to the head, spirals appearing on the eyes of the knocked out rhinoceros Pokemon.

Mars then changed the screen to display six different buildings, one of them being the Battle Observatory. A picture of Astra stood in front of the observatory as a shadow silhouette stood at the other 5 facilities. "There are tournaments that test the mettle of both Trainers and their Pokemon, the Pokemon League but we'll be discussing my domain, the Battle Frontier."

Battle Frontier, just two words that sent a shiver down the spines of everyone in the room. MK, unlike the rest of his companions, had a look of determination but also hope in his eyes. Something that made the redhead smile brightly.

"Trainers have to face the Frontier Brains, powerful trainers and their Pokemon that can rival the strength of the Champion for each respective region. Those who defeat a Frontier Brain, earn a symbol of their success, a badge for that gym. If someone manages to collect 5 of these badges, then they can become a Frontier Brain for their own facility. This is my badge, the Nova Badge!"

Astra then took something out of her pocket. It was a metal badge that resembled a fiery meteor from the red flame locale surrounding the yellow star shape and the center was a gray X bearing sharpened edges similar to a stake.

"Only those with conviction to face the burning flames of tribulation and strife can earn this badge. One of the reasons many trainers call me the Battle Frontier's Shooting Star." The redhead didn't even flinch when MK and his companions had suddenly gotten into personal space.

"Woah! That is the coolest thing I have ever seen. It looks really well made too! I wish I had my own badge but I really don't like fighting." Sandy stated with mild disappointment. Astra patted the big aquatic demon on the side and gave him a kind grin. "I can make you a custom badge if you want, Sandy. Send me a design and I'll have it ready in a few days."

The redhead chuckled at the sudden bone crushing hug she had gotten from a very happy Sandy. Pigsy was a bit indifferent to the whole otherworld thing. "As long as you come in peace then I don't really care about your origins. Plus you have a good head on your shoulders considering what happened back at the Weather Station."

Every member of the Monkie Kid team knew where the restaurant owner was getting at. All of them would've been captured by Red Son after MK got taken out of the fight. They couldn't forget about the people that might have been hurt or worse without Astra's intervention.

Something that raised a question for a certain bandana wearing young man. "Hey Astra, can I talk with you outside for a moment?" The Frontier Brain gave MK a confused look before nodding. Mars could fill in any questions the rest of the group had anyway. Neither of them said a word until the two adults were back on the boat.

It was here that Astra saw the brunette's carefree attitude dissolve into disappointment and shame. She had a bad feeling about this. "Do you think I'm worthy enough to be the Monkie Kid?" Now the Frontier Brain really hated where this was going.

"Back at the Weather Station, I was practically useless during the whole thing. I hurt Sandy with the staff and nearly got everyone captured because of my invulnerability ego. I even flung myself out of the building with my own weapon! Sometimes I feel like being able to pick up the Monkey King's Staff was a huge fluke. I…"

MK didn't get to finish when Astra gently caressed his cheek, a warm motherly expression on her face. "It's ok to feel like this, MK. You are new to this whole experience but I know for damn sure that your achievements aren't fake! I read about you saving the city from that huge Demon Bull King fiasco some time ago."

She pulled him into a side hug and turned to the open ocean. "When I first started out as a trainer, sometimes I doubted if I could even become a Frontier Brain. There were times that I wanted to give up but my friends and my Pokemon gave me the courage to keep trying. Look at me now, I achieved my goal alongside my faithful partners. Remember that 'the strongest mountain started as a stone.'"

MK then felt something metallic in his hand and stared down in shock to see a colorless Nova Badge sitting on his open palm. "I want you to hold onto this badge, little Kubfu. When you have found and mastered your full potential, face my team to fully complete that badge. If the Monkey King's training isn't sufficient, I won't mind stepping in for some proper training."

Astra's grin sharpened, the sun making her apple green eyes glow like emeralds and her flaming red hair burn like fire. "I might not have magical powers but I definitely can teach you how to wield a staff. A lot of my Pokemon would also love to help you master your newfound magic. What do you say MK? Want to take your training to the next level?"

The young man looked at the Frontier Brain. His uncertainty became hardened determination. "Please teach me how to become stronger!" MK bowed his head in respect, a sign of a student ready to learn under their master. Astra's smile grew from the young man's response. Now she had a few things to do before she started training MK.

Flower Fruit Mountain, Water Curtain Cave

Siegfried let out a mighty caw as he soared through the air. The Frontier Brain was currently seated on the Raven's Pokemon back with her goggles keeping any volcanic ash away from her eyes. All of the monkeys who saw the large Steel/Flying Type quickly scattered or watched Siegfried fly through the curtain of a waterfall.

This particular waterfall was shielding a cavern that held a small wooden shack within its stone walls, Sun Wukong's home. Once Siegfried landed and was recalled to his Pokeball, Astra went over to the house. She had spotted a large ancient mural to the side depicting Wukong alongside three other people.

A pig demon, fish demon, and a human monk riding on the back of a horse as Wukong sat on top of his cloud with a fillet on his head. It was quite eerie but not for the soft golden glow that lined the characters. No, it was the fact that they looked too much like Pigsy, Sandy and Tang that unnerved the redhead.

Astra walked up to the door of the small home and gave it a hard knock. The door opened to show a disgruntled looking Monkey King who was probably asleep earlier from the yellow pjs decorated in peaches. The demon quickly straightened himself upon seeing those apple green eyes glare into his own ambers. "Fancy seeing you here, Astra. Want to come in?" Wukong nervously laughed, he knew he was in hot water.

"You told MK about my origins WITHOUT my permission, jackass! What in the absolute Distortion World were you thinking?!" The redhead harshly poked the monkey's chest, every word burning with rage. The Monkey King raised his hands innocently despite Astra looking ready to skin his hide.

"I can't keep such information from my successor! MK had the right to know and I trust the kid to keep a secret." Wukong took a step back when the Frontier Brain snarled and dragged him down by his pajama shirt so they were at eye level.

"You are an idiot of the highest caliber and a poor teacher! I read the story about MK fighting that giant bull demon and saw him recklessly using your staff back at the Weather Station. Have you even given him proper training at all?!" Astra hissed, glaring daggers into the demon's fiery amber eyes.

Wukong nervously smiled at the accusation which didn't help with what he said next. "The kid did defeat Demon Bull King and came out of both fights completely fine. We've been practicing some hand to hand combat too. MK just needs to believe in himself, even just a tiny smidge." The Monkey King's world turned upside down in seconds as he hit the ground.

Astra sat on top of him, her legs straddled between his so he couldn't move while she held him up to her face with an iron grip. "You are an incompetent fool that clearly doesn't know what he's doing! Did you know MK asked me if he was even worthy of being your successor? That he thought of his achievements as a mere fluke, you insufferable Stunfisk?!"

Wukong's smile dissolved into a shameful frown. Did he really make his student believe that he was a failure? The mere thought made his heart sink. "I'll be taking over MK's training from now on since it's clear you are ill suited for the task." He instantly froze. Did she really just…?

"What do you mean you're taking over?" A look of anger and shock crossed Sun Wukong from the Frontier Brain's words. Astra didn't seem to care about the Monkey King's growing temper. "You heard me. Unless you start taking MK's training seriously, then my Pokemon and I will do it instead. I may not have powers but I can teach him to wield a staff. My team can handle the magic part since you're shit for this job."

Rage boiled underneath the demon's skin. What gave this human the right to say he was an unsuitable teacher? It's his powers and his staff! Who did she think she was to say that to the Monkey King, Great Sage Equal To Heaven, Sun Wukong?!! He'd- The monkey demon immediately stamped that thought before it could continue and instead turned his head away.

This wasn't about him. It was about his student MK. Astra had a point, the young man wasn't ready at all and if a tougher opponent came along… The look of remorse on Wukong's face was enough for the redhead's rage to slowly simmer down.

"How about a compromise? If you are that serious about helping MK, then battle Bao Chang." Sun Wukong immediately looked at the human woman in surprise. "It is said that someone's true intentions can be revealed in the heat of battle. Clash with my darling Monferno at the Battle Observatory on the morning of next week and show me how far you will truly go for your disciple."

The redhead got off the Monkey King so he could get back onto his feet. He could see in those apple green eyes that Astra wasn't fooling around. His only chance. "Alright. I'll accept your challenge. Where do we meet up since we're going back to your world?" Wukong's question only got him a chuckle from the Frontier Brain.

"Ask your apprentice, he'll tell you." With that said, Astra walked away from his home leaving the Monkey King to his thoughts.

Megapolis, Astra's House

The sound of a hammer hitting steel echoed across the small forest. It was from Bao Chang who was fastening a brand new windowsill to the upper floor of the old house, a paintbrush wrapped around his tail too. Astra and some of her Pokemon decided to fix up their brand new home after returning from Flower Fruit Mountain.

Bao Chang worked on replacing the windows, Lupe disposed of any garbage he found, Mars scanned for any issues with the infrastructure and Siegfried helped transport any of the heavy goods such as furniture or any stuff that can be exchanged for extra cash. Aniani kept watch in case of an accident or intruder, as for Astra…

"Sticky Web, Arachne!" A large blob of webbing struck the worn pillar. The substance slipped it into the cracks with the wood, Astra then placed a large metal sheet onto the sticky goo. "El Dorado, melt that metal a bit with Incinerate!" Quickly stepping back as a stream of fire hit the steel plate.

The intense flame caused the alloy to slowly curl around the pillar's surface until it was fully enveloped. Another stream of fire went down where the two ends to the sheet metal converged, sealing it together. With a short inspection of the plating, Astra gave a thumbs up to the two Pokemon responsible.

One Pokemon was a shockingly large black spider around 12'3 in size, six long yellow legs with the bottom half black that had medium sized water bubbles on each joint, a big water bubble that encased their head, two large blue eyes bearing light blue horizontal wave shaped pupils with three smaller triangle blue eyes on the forehead, four large fangs at the bottom of the head, a vertical tannish brown streak with two horizontal ones on the top of the abdomen and a small yellow stinger on their rear.

The other one was a 1'3 dark gold gremlin, eyes were light gold diamonds cut in an hexagon shape, two fin like ears bearing two points on each side of their head, a small emerald on their chest alongside a small jade and light gold crystals on the back, three fingered claws, three fur like spikes on the elbows and three toed bearing sharp claws. On their left arm was a dark violet wristband that held a black, red and violet jewel inside.

"Looks pretty stable. Got a few more support pillars to go, think you can handle it Arachne and El Dorado?" Astra first looked at the large spider then to the small gremlin Pokemon. The large spider Pokemon named Arachne did a small nod while the little gremlin El Dorado gave a thumbs up.

The Frontier Brain shortly paused as a serious expression overtook her face. Her focus was on the corner of the room that was unnaturally darker than the others. "Arachne, Bubblebeam over there!" The large spider took a deep breath before letting loose a rapid stream of dark blue bubbles.

In seconds, a purple outlined shadow cudgel emerges and promptly bursts every single bubble with a single swing. Macaque took a step out of the shadows, clearly impressed from the fang filled grin on his face. Astra only sighed at the sight of the shadow demon.

"I guess you do have some decent senses to detect me. Nice improvement on this dumpster pile by the way." The Frontier Brain rolled her eyes at the intruding monkey, both Pokemon beside her had their guard up. A sight that made Macaque chuckle.

"Usually I am not that defensive unless near a potential threat. I just didn't know that you used to eat humans before we met." Astra spoke, her arms crossed and an offensive edge to her voice. Dismissing the shadow cudgel from his hands, the demon gave the redhead a mischievous look.

"I knew you overheard me and Sun Wukong the other night instead of going to your room. Had me surprised when you still treated my wounds while keeping calm from your steady heartbeat. Pretty brave and bold, Apple." Macaque walked closer until he was standing in front of the Frontier Brain.

The demon could still hear her heart remain steady despite their close proximity, a thought that made his tail wag happily. "What do you want, Macaque? Because I'm pretty sure spying on someone isn't a proper visit." Astra didn't feel like playing around at the moment. One demon had already gotten on her nerves, she didn't need two.

"Straight to the point I see! What I want is to train under your tutelage." Astra looked at the shadow demon like he was crazy. She let Macaque continue with his explanation. "My clash with the Monkey King proved my training methods are ineffective, training dummies can only do so much. What's a better sparring partner other than a Frontier Brain?"

The redhead kept her eyes on the monkey as he circled around her, Arachne and El Dorado stayed silent. Both Pokemon were waiting for any sign of a threat. "So how about a deal? I help around your observatory and you let me battle your Pokemon in exchange. I can even help fix up this rusty junk heap as a bonus." Macaque offered, a calm yet manic grin etched on his face.

Astra mulled over the proposition in her head. She wasn't stupid or naive. Macaque and Wukong had a nasty history paired with a mile wide grudge. There was also the chance of manipulation for the Frontier Brain since the monkey demon might have abandonment issues, inferiority complex and probably low esteem.

Taking his offer could lead to two scenarios. He'll end up taking revenge on Sun Wukong, possibly dragging anyone associated with the Monkey King into it. Or two, she could learn their history and might be able to help both demons before their sour relationship leads to a much bigger problem down the road.

Whatever the case, these two needed help. "Fine but you must listen to what I say and respect any rules that I make. By the way, if you try to use whatever you learn against some innocent soul…" Astra's eyes sharpened, her teeth on full display from the huge snarl and a dark aura came off the redhead in waves.

The sudden malice was enough for Macaque to take a step back in instinctual fright. "I won't hesitate to show you why I'm the most feared amongst my peers in the Battle Frontier. Angels, demons or gods, nothing will save you from my wrath. Got it, little Alolan Rattata?" The shadow demon quickly nodded at the Frontier Brain's threat.

In seconds the frightening aura quickly vanished as Astra clapped her hands happily. "Splendid. For now, you'll be helping El Dorado and Arachne with enforcing the support beams. Arachne is my dear Araquanid while El Dorado is my sweet Sableye." Both Pokemon waved a hand or leg in Arachne's case in greeting to the demon monkey.

Macaque was about to say something when the redhead threw two small cards at him. Quickly catching them, dark amber slightly widened to see they were Pokedex Entries for the two Pokemon before him. Although the one for El Dorado looked different since the Sableye in that picture was violet instead of gold.

"'Araquanid, the Water Bubble Pokemon. Bug/Water Type. The water bubble around Araquanid's head can be used to carry Pokemon they consider as friends to safety or drown potential prey. It has a habit of storing things it likes in its water bubble so their trainers have to be extra careful to not get dragged in. This Pokemon likes to savor its meal and can also launch the bubbles from its legs as another way to capture live prey.'" Macaque looked warily at the giant spider before reading the other card.

"'Sableye, the Darkness Pokemon. A Ghost/Dark Type-'" The demon monkey went silent for a few seconds. 'What in the absolute hell?' Macaque shoved the thought in the back of his head before continuing his low mutters.

"'-It digs up gems with its sharp claws then uses its sharp teeth to devour them in the deep darkness of caverns. This diet caused Sableye's eyes to become gemstones and some of that material to float to the surface of their bodies. It's feared for the misconception that these Pokemon can steal the souls of people when their eyes glow a sinister color in the dark.'"

The shadow demon paused to look at the card then the small Darkness Pokemon. He blinked a few times before pocketing the Pokedex entries into his jeans. Macaque had a feeling this won't be the only time Astra decides to make him feel uneasy. Shrugging his shoulders, the monkey resigned himself to his fate and got to work with the repairs.

Megapolis, Flaming Foundry

Deep underneath Megapolis, there laid a massive factory unknown to others. This facility was the Flaming Foundry, where every mechanical creation was manufactured to assist the Demon Bull Family. A family of three who seeked to rule the world in an age of darkness and fire: Princess Iron Fan, her husband Demon Bull King and their child Red Son.

Standing in front of a large screen was Red Son alongside two others. One was a huge minotaur type bull demon around 15 in size, powerful bulging muscles to red violet fur that seemed to almost synthetic, bottom jaw covered in a heavy steel plate with similar steel under burning yellow eyes, a gold bull nose ring, gear similar to that of a barbarian: steel pauldrons, multiple straps on the chest that held a gold furnace like slot at the center, dark grey pelt around the waist similar to a barbarian's, slightly long tail, sharp clawed fingers, large fangs and strong gray hooved feet.

The other was a woman about a ft taller than Red Son, soft tan complexion, two large black horns on both sides of her head, long raven hair, red lipstick on full lips, thin but buxom form hidden under a beautiful red traditional Chinese dress, and heeled sandals. They were Red Son's parents, Princess Iron Fan and Demon Bull King. Red Son seemed mostly healed from his encounter with Team Monkie Kid minus a few bandages.

All three of them were watching the large monitor, it was on the news which covered the Weather Station. The broadcast was about none other than two of Astra's Pokemon rescuing civilians who were trapped inside. "-No one knows what these strange creatures were but the families of those who were trapped inside are truly grateful for their assistance."

Red Son then changed the feed to camera footage from the Weather Station, most of the audio was fried courtesy of Mars' hacking the mainframe earlier. "I can see why your plan went asunder, my dear son. You said this woman's name was Astra?" PIF questioned, looking at her only child.

The red haired demon did a short nod before answering. "Yes from what Noodle Boy called her during our battle. All those creatures appear to follow her command; unlike Noodle Boy's group, she's very competent in both strategy and execution. The marks of a tactician."

DBK looked inquisitively at the footage. His attention darted from Bao Chang tearing apart their soldiers using various elements, to Lupe destroying his troops with powerful acid then blasting his son away in a giant laser, Mars stealthily hack into the Weather Station's mainframe and finally Astra's conversion of a broom handle into a weapon that melted through titanium steel. He's seen that type of cleverness before, it got him trapped underneath a mountain for 500 years.

"It appears the little thief has made a powerful and dangerous ally. Get as much information on this 'Shooting Star Astra' and 'Battle Frontier'. Even better if you somehow manage to capture her." DBK glared at the Frontier Brain's picture, a dark grimace on his face.

"This human woman could change everything."

And that's it! Sun Wukong has been challenged by Astra while Macaque and MK are accepted for training as things slowly begin to change in the background with some of the LMK villains.

Astra isn't someone who would beat around the bush when seeing a possible problem. Especially considering her status as a Frontier Brain and just how dangerous this new world is proving to be.

She is the type who wants to be prepared for the worst. To her, Sun Wukong and Macaque's 'relationship' is an issue just as bad as MK's current training routine.

Moving onto Astra's Pokemon, her team is the Pokemon she had caught during her journey to become a Frontier Brain, not exclusively just six Pokemon. Her Pokemon has two different movesets which is reserved for either exploration or gym battles. I'm bringing this up now to not only clear up any confusion but especially for upcoming chapters.

And for anyone questioning why Astra didn't do anything to Sandy for hugging her, it's because only touches with any romantic sort of sense are a trigger. Stuff like hugs don't bother Astra.

Next chapter is the battle with Sun Wukong! Before I go, I am currently working on a story for my Broken Toys AU! Someone asked if I was going to release all the information first before writing it.

The answer is actually no. I will be posting some stuff for the au like the monsters MK has and his relationship to them but the really juicy ones will be coming once a few chapters are posted.

Until next time folks, see you back in Megapolis.

New Pokemon added! El Dorado the Sableye and Arachne the Araquanid

Astra's team: Bao Chang (Monferno), Siegfried (Corviknight), Lupe (Garbodor), Aniani (Necrozma), Arachne (Araquanid), Mukasa (Zarude), El Dorado (Shiny!Sableye).

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chocolate chips & babies

a/n: hello @onceuponadetectivedemigod I'm your secret Santa for the Get down give joy event! This is my first time participating in such thing. I absolutely loved the things you requested & this is where I ended up, I hope you enjoy it! also, sorry for not sending so much anons; I didn't know what to ask :')

pairings: ben hardy x reader

warnings: fluff town baby, call your dentist in advance. Dad!ben needs a warning on its own.

wordcount: 1.4k+

summery; Christmas with the Jones' is never the same.

"Daddy, this one has Santa in it." 

Ben looks down at his daughter, Emily, shaking another snow globe in her purple gloved hands. Blonde hair flowing from underneath her purple hat. Rosy cheeks and the tip of her nose red. 

"No, you're joking?" 

Kneeling down to his daughter's height, he catches the globe from her tiny hands and examines it closely. How the snow floats around Santa, the Christmas tree and the tiny snowman. 

"It sure is Santa," Ben smiles at his daughter "we need to find mum and your brother, okay?" 

Emily nods her head and watches how her dad sets the snowglobe back on the shelf, amongst all others she enjoyed. Ben gets back on his feet and reaches for her hands, which wraps around his finger. 

Making their way out of the little corner store and out on the cold streets of London, Ben finds himself and his daughter in a mob of people.  

People desperately trying to find that one last, perfect gift for under the tree. People trying to get the last turkey from the store a few blocks down. People arguing. People yelling-- 

Oh the joys of Christmas. 

"C'mon, sweetheart." 

In a swift move, Ben raises Emily off the ground and holds her tight against his side. Her arms wrapping around his neck. 

"Where's mummy?"

"I don't know," ben mumbles, subtly pushing past the group of arguing women "but we'll find her." 

"We have too," Emily states as a matter of fact "we were going to bake cookies." 

"Yeah, did mum promise you that?" Ben asked curiously. 

Emily nods her head "with hot chocolate." 

It can't be hard to find you, right? A woman he came to love so dearly, walking around with his son, his carbon copy, sporting a seven month baby bump under a layer of clothes..not that difficult, if the streets weren't packed as if every store decides to give things away for free. 

Christmas with the jones..never the same. 

"Maybe Santa can give me the snow globe." 

"Maybe he will sweetheart." 

You push the stroller back and forth in the hopes to make your over emotional toddler sleepy and though he's dozed off minutes ago, you can't be too sure and stop it. 

Noah his rosy, chubby cheeks are squished as his head rests against the metal of the stroller. Quiffs of blonde peeking from under his red and blue, fireman Sam hat. Clutching onto a stuffed rabbit he'd gotten from his big sister. 

You rub over your still and seemingly never growing bump when little miss Jones causes a ruckus. Honestly, you're still surprised she hasn't broken any of your ribs or caused any internal bleeding, 

something you'd not had experienced yet, Emily and Noah were the easiest babies you'd seen among your friends, just like their dad, not only in looks but in manners but something tells you this little babe is going to be your carbon copy. 

Sitting down on the stone bench, your feet ache. A sigh leaving your lips when your son starts to shift in his stroller the second you stop moving it. 

Home, that's all you want at this moment. Gather your little family, walk home and heat up with some hot chocolate underneath the Christmas tree while watching a movie. Underneath a thick fluffy blanket preferably. 

Only if you didn't lose your husband in the madness called the great Christmas depression. Maybe it was a bad idea to do some Christmas shopping last minute after all. 

The cold England weather sends a shiver down your spine and you tuck the blanket further up Noah's body, carefully to not wake him up. 

The familiar sound of the voices belonging to those of your husband and daughter catches your attention. You stand up, looking around the bush streets and it takes a while before you spot the two blondies.

You wave in the hopes they see you and they do as Emily points into your direction. 

"It's a madhouse." Ben grumbles when he reaches you "lets head back home." 

"Gladly." You mumble back. 

The walk home isn't long. You've rarely left the block. You've walked this route a hundred times, ten minutes at last but with the ache in your feet and back, it made it look like hours but with Emily pushing the stroller, it gave Ben the opportunity to snake his arm around your back, helping you to find some sort of relief.

"This is the last kid, Jones." You complain "unless you're planning to carry them." 

"Don't think I'm able to be such an amazing human being," ben chuckles "I'm just a man." 

"This one better look like me." 

You watch Emily, carefully pushing the stroller with her little brother around. Nearly reaching the handles, even on her tiny toes but peeking around it to make sure to go straight. 

Both carbon copies of their daughter. 

"I'm sorry love, can't help it. My genes are stronger." 

"Mate, calm down." Ben laughs when he pulls his son hand away from the batch of cookie batter "when's the last time we fed you." 

You're seated at the breakfast bar, nursing a hot chocolate, like you imagined minutes ago.

Emily stands tall on her step, flour covering nearly every inch of her body, rolling batter into small balls, licking her fingers clean once in a while.

Noah on his knees on the kitchen counter, anything edible disappearing into his mouth whenever he can get his hands on it. 

Ben stands behind him, able to pull his son back whenever it's needed. Hand gripping the back of Noah's shirt. 

"Grandma says you get sick from eating it." Emily says, looking back from Ben to you and back "chickens will grow in your stomach because the eggs are raw." 

"Did she?" Ben raises his brow as he looks at his daughter, mouthing a 'What the hell?' In your direction 

"Is it true?" 

"No honey, grandma is crazy." You say "You can get sick from it, so don't eat too much." 

"Do you want some?" 

She holds out a ball of dough in your direction. A smile reaching her ears, showing off her pearly whites 

"No, the baby doesn't like it." You refuse but give her the same warm smile she's giving you. 

She turns back to her dad, holding out the same piece but when Ben refuses it too, she sets it in the tray in front of her, pushing it down with her hands. 

"I will make cookies for all of you!" Emily cheers "even for Santa!" 

"That's a good idea love," Ben smiles, "Maybe he'll get you that snow globe." 

"Yes!" 

The two of you share a smile but it falters fast when Noah gets a hold of the bag of chocolate chips, nearly stuffing his mouth with a hand full. 

"Mate, you need to calm down." Ben states "he's got that from you." 

"As if you didn't eat my last candy bar, Jones." 

"Go easy on your mum or you'll be the last one." 

You roll your eyes at Ben, his face close to your bump. The lights of the Christmas tree and the fairy lights illuminating the features on his face. 

With the two rascals all tucked in and sound asleep, it's just you, Ben and the little bean. A moment you'll forever cherish, a moment that rarely happened. 

"So, if you want a brother or sister-" 

"Ben, please," you chuckle "I don't want to think about another kid right now. She's not even born yet." 

Ben sits back up right and rests his feet on the coffee table, laying his arm on the couch behind you "What about a football team?" 

"I'll personally give you a vasectomy." 

"I'm joking." Ben throws his head back, nearly causing a whiplash as he lets out a laugh 

"I'm not tough." You smirk at him "I love you but I'm not going to care a football team, find yourself another wife if you have too." 

"I would never." 

Ben kisses your temple and places his hand back on your stomach and if on queue, the little bean kicks up against his hand. 

"Already a daddys princess." Ben jokes "three girls to fight for my attention." 

You raise your brows and fake a smile "Oh, I'll always fight for your attention." 

"These mood swings really getting to you this time, huh?" Ben chuckles "Where's the Christmas spirit?" 

You huff and lean back on the couch, throwing your legs in Ben's lap. Without thinking, Ben reaches for them, massaging away the ache in them. 

"We've to make sure we feed these kids," Ben says "look at our poor son." 

Tough it's a little hectic and a bit chaotic and, ben wouldn't want his family to be any different.

[miioouu]

So another collab with @bnha-homeroom!! They're really fun to make and I had a blast!! Go check out part 1 on her blog, then come back to read mine, there's also a Spotify playlist linked in her part, songs that would fit the vibe, i totally recommend listening to it while reading❤️💜❤️

Song mentioned: Halfway to Nowhere by Chelou

Warning: smut...

"Let me show you how you should be behaving." That sentence alone made your knees weak, trembling underneath you. His surprisingly cold hand slowly pushed your shirt up, fingers grazing at your skin and leaving goosebumps in their trail. His lips pushed soft kisses on your neck. Softness slowly turned rough and demanding, biting and sucking, littering your delicate flesh with purple blue bruises. While your hands found their way to his hair, pulling and yanking earned groans from the boy before you. One of his knees parted your legs to press on your core, sending wave after wave of pleasure, surely making you go insane. And the music in the background was definitely not helping your ever so fast beating heart. Lyrics peirced you with the force of a thousand daggers, heat rushing to your core. If you thought his singing voice was enough to send you to paradise, him whispering the words with a harsh, deep voice in your ears had you melting and crumbling to the floor if it wasn't for his tight grip around you. 

"They tell me good things come for those who wait

To speed the process along, I came to tempt fate" 

How could lyrics describe a situation so perfectly? How could mere lyrics make your eyes roll so far back, hand clenched so hard for dear life? Were those the lyrics or the man having that effect on you, you'd never know. Pulling away, thanking whatever god above to let you take a proper breath again, though it was quickly caught in your throat when dark red eyes stared right back at you. The lightning made his sharp jaw stand out, his orbs to shine so brightly, hints of mischief evident in them "We should go somewhere else don't you think baby?" 

On your ride home, his hand never left your thighs. The intensity in his eyes as he focused on the road, with his jaw locked looking sharp, was perfect with the street lights fading only to brutally appear again. The force of his grip on the steering wheel was evident with the showing veins running along his arms. 

It seemed like an eternity before you arrived to his apartment. An old yet well maintained building, coming into view. He quickly got out of his car only to open your door and yank you outside. The cold air hitting your exposed arms made you shiver. Though cold skin started to warm up as soon as his lips came back to your neck, continuing on his masterpiece of blue and purple spots. Hands, surprisingly, ran up and down your side in an attempt to make you forget the freezing air, or was it just part of his plan? As his grip became tighter on your hips, pushing you backward, he opened what you assumed to be doors and the rest passed in a blur as you found yourself in front of his door. The only moment his hands left you was to fish his keys from his back pocket. Though his lips never left yours as your limbs wrapped around his neck, making the simple mission harder than it needed to be. Pressing himself into you, he made your back bump into the wooden surface as he tried to enter the key into the keyhole. Though it seemed nearly impossible for him as you kept grinding yourself on his hardening crotch. Moving away to glare at you, he growled, "Patient princesses get what they want. Remember that yeah?" You stopped your teasing as you finally let him open the door to his apartment. 

There was a simple yet rustic interior to match his personality. But you didn't have time to even take a look around as you felt something hard poking you from behind, hands encircling your waist and pulling you closer to a hard chest. Hot breath fanned over your skin, making you shiver, every hair of your body standing up as his fingers began to take off your shirt. He turned you around and finally for the second time tonight, pressed his lips to yours. He tasted like burnt caramel mixed with whatever alcohol he was drinking on stage, with the faintest smoky aftertaste. The way his hands roamed all over your body, pinching and adoring every inch of exposed skin made your heart beat fast, the man you've dreamt about for so long now actually before you.

Pulling away, he was quick to push your skirt down, eyeing the darkening spot on your undies, stroking his ego as he gave you one of his signature smirks. He pushed you back so now you found yourself in another part of his house, the kitchen. An open kitchen to be exact, fitting the vibe of the rest of the house. This time he let you take a look as he was busy getting rid of his jacket and top. But finishing quickly, all he had to do was send you a look and you found yourself at his feet. Your body moved on its own, like metal attracted to a magnet. Nothing could stop you from being so close to the blonde. Kissing you again, except this time, the kiss was filled with more passion, more lust and desire. Moving his lips slowly yet hungrily against yours, your tongues danced with each other. His digits hooked up the band of your underwear and pushed them down your legs, before quickly undressing you from your bra. While yours were fondling with his belt, all sense of rationality left you as you struggled with his pants, earning you a small chuckle from Bakugou as he gently brushed your fingers away to replace them with his own. Finally undressing,he didn't give you the pleasure of pulling his boxers down along. Begging eyes looking up to his own as you got impossibly closer to him, but he only turned you away and pressed your chest to the counter. "Remember what I said earlier, baby, yeah?" Nodding your head vigorously, having enough with the teasing and the waiting. You just wanted to feel him. 

And you finally did. Slowly pushing inside you from behind, his big head parted your lips to nestle in your heat. Waiting for a bit, the way your walls hugged him so perfectly made him go insane. He couldn't help but let his fingers brush against your back, skin tingling and chills running down your spine. Backing up, your ass wriggling against him, he got the message. Starting at a slow pace that wouldn't last long, hard and deep thrusts made his cock hit your g-spot with every roll of his hips. Along with the sound of skin slapping, his pants and your moans filled the open space. Your hands grabbed onto the counter, the fear of slipping away making your knuckles turn white, while his intertwined in your hair, massaging your scalp only to end up yanking at your locks with so much force you were afraid you might end up bald after tonight. Feeling your walls tightening around him, your wobbling legs nearly failing you, he was fast to grab you tighter, pressing you even further onto the counter. Leaning down, his chest flush against your back, his deep voice was the only thing to break the sexual sounds. "Don't you dare cum Y/n baby. You'll get to cum eventually, but not now." Whining at the refusal of your orgasm, wondering how he knew your name. Maybe it was Kaminari? Maybe he heard it? Although, you didn't care to know at the moment. 

Picking up his pace, he moved at a rapid speed, each thrust making your body drag against the stone surface. Your awaiting orgasm soon threatened to break and you begged him over and over again, till he had enough of you, pressing your face onto the counter, reminding you of his earlier words. His movements became sloppier, voice louder and words dirtier, hands sweatier against your skin. He was getting closer and closer till he couldn't hold himself back anymore. "That's it princess, that's it, cum from me, cum around my cock. Now!" These words were all it took for your walls to clench around him, finally hitting your long awaited orgasm, triggering his own, white ropes painting your insides as you milked him of every single drop. 

He pulled out and let you regain your breath. But as soon as you turned around you were met with a devilish look, telling you that your night was not over yet. He tightly gripped your wrist as he guided you to his bedroom, whispering all the positions he'd have you in, all the dirty things he'd have you do, the number of times he'd have you cuming and begging to cum….

The night passed in a blur, all you remembered from it were the warm hands wrapped around you, the deep voice whispering sweet nothings in your ears, the handsome rough man that made love to you all night long. Waking up, every inch of your body hurt, making you wince at the pain as you tried to get out of bed without Bakugou noticing. Your heart broke and ached at the thought of this one night stand. The man of your dreams was nothing but the man of one night. Carefully pulling your skirt up your legs, you felt a hand wrapping around your waist, and a sweet kiss pressed to your cheeks "Are you leaving? I wanted to make you breakfast. Stay for a bit and then I'll take you home." with a voice that dripped with kindness and eyes glazed with hope and love, how could you say no to that man?