#i really need a baby u guys

[eraserbread]

pregnancy hormones don't stand a chance around your husband, nanami

"hope that books not more interesting than me," you whisper, propped against the open bedroom door, dressed in nothing but a lacey babydoll lingerie set. your four-month pregnant belly peeks through the lace delicately, and your features are on fire.

kento gives you a little peek. "was wondering what took you so long." he's replying, flicking his book to the next page. you're standing, pouting in his presence.

"hello? i'm horny."

"and you do look very tantalizing in that outfit."

"so come take it off."

he gives you another look, this time lowering the leather-bound book enough to see his face. you pose, crossing your knees and jutting out your hip. you can feel those dark hazels fall over your jutting breasts, then to your widening hips, and finally to your swollen, pregnant belly. his little girl's home.

so, he sits up straight, shoving his book to the side table and ushering you over. "come on, love."

"needy girl..." kento is whispering against the back of your shoulder, pressing kisses there and letting them linger. you're hovering over his lap in reverse cowgirl, tongue pushed from your lips as you focus on staying steady.

"let me have it." you slur, cunt milking obsecnely over his bare lap. he's got a thick fist tight around his erection, making sure you're stable and comfortable before he lets you take him.

"i want you to, but i don't want you to hurt yourself... how about I be on top?"

"—no." you insist, shaking your head violently. he won't let the grip he has on your thighs loose, so all you can taste is the bulbous tip of his familiar, blushing cock.

"why do you insist on being so bratty?"

"I don't want to bottom, baby slides up and into my ribcage and ugh.." you're shivering, and if it wasn't for the abnormal influx of hormones, you'd be turned off just thinking about the pain.

the baby kento pressed into you all those months ago, was an active little girl. she kicked the hell out of you whenever you slept on your back, leading to long nights with little sleep. kento knows this, so why he's telling you to just lie there and take it, is lost on you.

though he's stubborn at times, kento is largely well-trained by you, so he lets you take him like this. his grip starts to loosen, and you can finally feel the stagnancy of his cock start to peek through your sticky folds and into you.

filled to the brim with need, you shiver instantaneously. "oh, please, pleaseplease. all the way—mmgh!!"

he's chuckling behind you—actually breathing a stupid laugh from his nose at your blatancy. "you're shaking already?"

to answer him —you're cumming, and it's a release you've never felt before. his fingers are pressing into your belly, keeping you strong and at his mercy as you cream helplessly all over him. your thighs are shaking, eyes rolling back into your skull as you cry and whine.

it feels like every single one of your nerve endings is being fanned and flamed, driving you absolutely apeshit like you've never been touched a day in your life.

"oh, baby... love."

"sh-shut up."

"that feel good?"

"keep—just keep going." you're begging, drool dripping from your lips as his cock massages that sticky, spongy bunch of nerves at an angle only his cock could hit. he's circling his hips under you, tongue tracing licks across your neck.

your pretty lace panties are ripped and disregarded as the night goes on, and your teddy is busting at the seams, sticking to sweat and dipping off your shoulders. kento's big hand reaches to cradle your swollen breasts, growling in your ear as he fucks you just right... so perfectly and deep that you can feel the slick cervix kisses every time he bottoms out.

you're crazy, and fucked off of five orgasms that night.

thank god for pregnancy hormones—thank god for your husband and all his raw talent. sure, he'll bicker softly just to ignite your needy fires, then he'd give you what you want, exactly how you want, until you're sick with it.

what a thoughtful husband.

[realbeefman]

i put on both my yaoi and my incest goggles before i consume any piece of media and this is why my textual analysis will always be more enlightened and factually correct than

[theloveinc]

OlderDad!Bakugou who gets a haircut and his baby doesn't recognize him and he doesn't want his dad to pick him up 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Bakugou has a cry in the bathroom and you have to spend the rest of the night consoling him.

Also Hiiiiiii, miss u, hope youre gooooood

head in my hands bc of this, just thought abt bakugo growing out his hair a little bit right after baby's birth...takes him months to go and get a real haircut cuz he doesn't wanna burden you more than he already has and by the time he's okay with the thought (but only for "AN HOUR MAX," is what he says), he has a mullet thing going on and all this scruff on his chin🥺🥺🥺

so he gets home with his regular ol' haircut, maybe a little shorter just to account for ... not wanting to go again so soon, and baby's HOLLERING bloody murder as soon as they see him and refusing to be taken out of your arms, doing that thing where they're flipping their face back and forth to dodge a kiss...

it's so tragic bc not even a little cheek nuzzling helps to calm them bc bakugo's CLEAN SHAVEN and smells like aftershave instead of like dad when he tries!!!!!!

and after, you watch him kinda sulk into the bathroom, thinking like aw yeah thats a bummer but also pretty funny, too (esp bc the haircut does look good🫣🤓), AND HE DOESN'T COME OUT FOR LIKE an hour???

....until you finally have to ask him if he's okay in there and you're opening the door to him sitting on the toilet seat, arms crossed and red cheeks a little streaky with tears...

LJFKASDJFADSJK it's the cutest, most sad sight you ever did see!! ofc Bakugo tries to deny it, but the way he tears up again (after you're done assuring him he did nothing wrong) when his baby finally realizes it's him and smiles (and then how he refuses to give them up again until bedtime) has his ass. EXPOSED.

(i love and miss u more than air, earth, water, dirt + HOPE YOU'RE GOOD TOO BESTIE ILY)

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[<==PREV PAGES] [NEXT PAGE==>(not out yet.wait a year.or maybe more.imagine.]

saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[four-comma-five-verse]

Once upon a time, in the era of the old Gods – Aesti and Lett waged wars amongst each other, for lands and treasures and any other real and perceived slights, as beings such as them – all blood and earth - were wont to do.

One day – during another one of their battles – they sent out their strongest champions to fight – to see once and for all who was the mightiest between them.

Lett sent for her bear eared warrior – Lāčplēsis, who had the strength of a hundred men, while Aesti sent for Kalevipoeg, a giant with a cursed sword, who craftily fought with wooden planks and stones.

Both of them – heroes, both – mighty.

And so, it was set – that while Lett and Aesti crossed blades, so did their heroes – only – as Lāčplēsis and Kalevipoeg fought and fought – both each others match, they were forced to pause – both of them tired to the bone.

It is while catching their breath that they revealed to each other that they both knew of the darkness that was approaching their lands. Evil was coming to burn their land and slay their Gods – and in the face of such a disaster, was it not better to put their differences aside?

So the two heroes rose, and hurried to where Lett and Aesti waged their war – called out for them to stop!

It is Aesti who called back first, his voice alight in indigent rage : “Who goes there? Who dares to command us to stop our fight?”

Lāčplēsis hurries to stand next to the warring spirits, both of them a good distance shorter than him: “It is us, who are here to stop your war! I - Lāčplēsis!”

Kalevipoeg joins him in a manner just as quick: “And I - Kalevipoeg! Who come to end this once and for all.”

It is Lett who then bristles, her sword still at Aestis’s throat, just as his was to her heart : “You are our champions! Our heroes! Are you not? And yet you still say you shall still your swords?”

“Against an enemy, we will always stand, that is true. But as we fought, we realised that that enemy is not me or you.” says Kalevipoeg.

“An enemy comes to our land from afar with crosses and swords, have you not heard? I agree with my new friend, in these conditions, we should not cross swords.” says Lāčplēsis.

Aesti and Lett lock eyes with each other - sizing one another up, before they both turn to their champions – their blades gleaming from where they rest at each other’s lives, blood pooling from where they touch each others skin.

Lett, land of lakes that she is, turns her forest green eyes to Lāčplēsis, and says : “Lāčplesis, hero of mine, do you not know? You speak to blood and earth, asking it to not grow. Beings like us, we always fight, I suggest you just accept it, and move on.”

Aesti, with his icy eyes – the colour of fresh snow – land of seas and islands, turns to Kalevipoeg and says : “And Kalevipoeg, you who are of my blood. How can you speak of peace, when I am so good at war? I respect but a single one of her kind – the one who can back up his words with his might.”

“Yes, this he speaks true. We, who are born from your love and your words, refuse to be so easily subdued. I shall drive my sword through his throat, as long as we stand so close.” says Lett.

“We, who came to life from your thoughts, are merely a reflection of your own wants.” says Aesti.

The two champions look at one another – look at the rest of their people, who await their fate, and then Kalevipoeg says : “Then sheathe your swords and shake hands! We will be much better as friends.”

While Lāčplēsis says: “Our thoughts and love are what you hold, so swear a peace, as you were told!”

And so they do – for what else was there to do? They shook hands and promised that this would be their last war.

No longer would they turn their blades on each other, and instead they shall treat one another like brothers.

The war is off, and both champions hurry off to their own adventures – Lāčplēšis goes to ask for Laimdotas hand in marriage, while Kalevipoeg returns home to see what his brothers have built.

Far away from their eyes, Aesti and Lett sit on a tree branch in a mighty oak, Lett swinging her legs, while Aesti lays against the tree trunk.

Lett laughs: “What a waste, what naivete! We both know earth doesn’t tend to get friends.”

Aesti sighs in response and concurs : “On this we agree, but peace is a necessity.”

Lett, a grin on her face, continues making fun: “Oh well, that may be true. But friends and brothers – Us? What a joke! Can you even imagine this happening to our folk?”

Aesti scoffs: “Of course not! What a ridiculous sight! Hear this – me and you – we shall never be right!”

They say all this, and of course, in 700 year time, eat their words.

-

“Hey! Tolvīti! Uh. Tolvditī – uh…”

“Don’t hurt yourself.” Eduard calls, from his spot on the couch, right next to the huge tub of popcorn he’s hogging for himself, while a movie they had all chosen to watch this evening plays on the TV.

Ravis glares at him : “I am trying to call my dearest, favourite brother after someone hogged all the popcorn. It is not my fault his name is so hard to turn diminutive!”

“Wow. Maybe someone shouldn’t have taken all the chips for himself.” Eduard says, unrepentant.

“I need them, I’m a growing boy.” Raivis retorts.

Eduard looks up at Raivis, and stares at him.

“Not all of us are old, old men.” Raivis continues, while the corners of his mouth twitch upwards.

“Hm,” says Eduard, as his eyes narrow. Then he puts a hand to his mouth and calls : “Tolys! Raivis says he wants to try biting into those chili pepper plants you got gifted again for a euro!”

Raivis gasps, and puts a hand across his chest, like he’s been shot.

Whatever his next retort would have been is cut short by Tolvydas entering the living room, another bowl of popcorn in his hands, plopping down on the couch right next to Eduard and announcing, for what might be the 100th time : “I am never letting you two monsters inside my apartment again.”

Then, a few minutes later, after Raivis has wormed himself between Eduard and Tolvydas and is now attempting to steal popcorn from both of their bowls, both Eduard and Tolvydas lift their bowls with practiced ease.

“Get your own.” They chorus.

“You’re both jerks.” Raivis pouts.

[ducksoup17]

I cant believe these live in my house with me

[sforzesco]

poetry might not convince me to pay attention or care about the medici family beyond necessity, but you CAN convince me to turn the spotlights directly onto lorenzo de' medici with phrasing like this. intimately linked. even wedded, you say. and with galeazzo maria sforza's named mentioned. fascinating choice of words.

Magnifico: the Brilliant Life and Times of Lorenzo de’ Medici, Miles J. Unger

[lunni-e]

I’m just checking in to tell u guys I cherish all the nice things you e said to me as I process this loss. I’ve never had someone in my direct family and I feel like I’m dying inside. i miss her so much and don’t know what to do. I wish I could’ve been a better great grandchild to her. I can’t sleep and can’t think and I’m in so much pain. but sometimes to calm down I read your messages of reassurance. I’m so thankful to have such sweet friends who care for me. I love you all and hope to get better soon so I can talk to you all again soon, but I still need some time

[theloveinc]

There's a lot of validity in the idea that older Bakugo is a traumatized pro-hero with major PTSD... but you know what's kinda fucked up to think about? The fact that Bakugo is also a 22-year-old pro-hero with major PTSD even before that, too.

It's almost easy to imagine that things are actually better when he's older (the therapy finally a routine, the trauma long set and on the path to being healed)... and that it's his whole 20s that are spent as a pool of disaster trying to recover from the war(s).

He looks back and barely even remembers being twenty, much less twenty-five or twenty-seven. Barely remembers how little he slept, not at the hands of trying to balance hero work and getting a degree at the same time, but just out of the pure insomnia that came from trying to move on and every nightmare attached.

Hardly ever showering, never shaving (not that he ever grew much of a beard, but the facial hair was definitely there. There's pictures of him on the news with an awkward, grown out haircut and patches on facial hair that make him look positively... immature), barely even eating more than a few protein bars or an energy jelly drink-a day. It's a blur, and his friends are hardly there to pick him up out of it because they're all going through it, too. Somewhat.

It's definitely weird if you meet him during this period. He's not all there, at least, not all of the time. He doesn't really register your interactions, the friendship you extend to him (a younger, or ever older, version of him would've shown you that deep seeded ferocity in response, tried to bite the hand that fed him, even if it were love... but 20s Bakugo... doesn't seem to notice). Even though only one of his eyes is clouded over, the good one never seems to brighten up.

There's definitely moments when the old him shines through: when he's with Deku, when he's in the midst of battle, when he finds out that Todoroki still does a shitty job at chopping scallions. But it's a long time before he's even close to the same, able to step out from underneath the fog of simply surviving and into the sunshine of recovering.

But I think sticking through it with him is worth it.

(It's a weird moment, a happy moment, the first time you realize that Bakugo has changed. That the pouring rain outside hasn't bothered him since he showed up at your apartment. He forgot his umbrella, he's been quite careless ever since the war—wet and shaggy hair frizzed up, cheeks red from cold—but he doesn't seem to mind, with his bare feet up on your coffee table, his eyes gazing out the window. You hand his tea, and instead of gulping it down in one go, letting it burn in his throat, he winces at the heat.

"Tastes like shit," he says, and you laugh because it always does. Just this time, he noticed.)

[sunnwalker]

Oghhhh Angel and Timothy's miserable awkward and just horrible dynamic (Thinking about it (I want Angel to rip into him I need her to be mad at him idc she deserves to bully him))

[dandyshucks]

[crawling out of the pits of hell]: happy birfday Gu.zma.... ouaauughh [collapses and disintegrates]

[rivalhughs]

no bc WHY did cozy glow become evil like i dont get it. am i insane bc in marks for effort she seems genuinely sad when the cmcs get in trouble bc of her actions (like. shes alone in the corridor when she goes oh no :( and she didnt NEED to go to starlight for advice or try and fix her mistake.) like. she has some questionable answers to the practice questions but like??? shes a small child who is Alone. we know nothing about her family (so . what. was she abandoned? abused? i feel like this is important to know if u want to make A CHILD into A MAIN VILLAIN in your show about friendship. especially if u dont want to redeem them?????). like. hello. what the fuck happened here.

[librarydilf]

with extraordinary predictability, these are two of my favorite lines

[spagheddiesquash]

SO IT TURNS OUT MY CHRISTMAS GIFT WAS A BASS GUITAR!!!!! I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT. OMG. i have given her a name and her name is giulia 👍 i will say, she is a very beautiful bass!!! will try to post a pic eventually if i get the time

[sam-montembeault]

getting sloppy drunk for the first time on accident: woo! i am going to luxuriate in the todays decadent win of the montreal canadiens, mes habs, over the florida panthers and the fact that our baby rookie baby goalie shut out said defending stanley cup champs! and also think salacious things about sam monty montembeault. olé

[sanchoyo]

haven’t been on much bc my dog has been sick :( between seizures and an infected tooth we’ve been having a Time trying to get everything fixed (this started around the holidays so our vet has been very booked up…we have been like 3-4 times in the past 4-5 weeks OTL does not help it’s like an hour drive there, so that’s been exhausting) now his new seizure meds are making him sick (was hoping it was like, just an adjustment period thing but he’s been sick for a week and having concerning symptoms…) if I’m not on a ton or slow to replying to messages it’s bc I’m working as much overtime as my job will give me bc Vet Expensive and mentally drained obvi 😞