#Tak pregnant

[ghost-in-my-backyard]

pain.

[hypnos333]

Our Forever

Cha hyunsu x reader

Synopsis: You were hiding your baby boy from the world but it seems like the military already knows hopefully Hyunsu finds you before they do.

Part 1 - Your forever

Taehoon waddle around, eyes pitch black as he was fed grapes from you. As sweet as this little baby was he always gets what he wants. He even named him monster Teddy. You could only imagine what having a girl would be like.

“When will I see you again?” You whisper think instantly to Hyunsu,He sacrificed himself to get a cure leaving you heavily pregnant and alone but a monster helped you through it before it died. And Now you gave birth to Taehoon. Your sweet baby boy.

when you look at Taehoon you see his father. Taehoon nudged you before pointing at his mouth “Ah” he whined making you smile sadly before gently putting a grape in his mouth making him chew slowly.

You were surprised to find fresh grapes from the run down market. You haven’t ate anything making sure Taehoon gets enough protein and food.

You lift up your baby boy to put him to sleep but as soon as you picked him up he was out like a light.

Taehoon is indeed a hybrid with the same abilities as his father but when a human look deep into his eyes a human can turn to a monster. So sometimes he wears blindfolds.

One day Taehoon snuck out making your panic.

“How can a three year old be curious already” You mumbled but then gasp as you saw Sergeant Tak holding Taehoon.

You instantly rushed to him as he gladly gave the baby boy to you.

“A baby during golden hour that’s new one” He said making you tense but you can’t ignore the Sergeant.

“I was pregnant before all of this even happened Sir sorry for the inconvenience” You answered respectfully as you shift Taehoon in a more comfortable position.

“I see, you’re also not apart of the safe place, Would you like-“No thank you” You interrupted him making him tilt his head in confusion.

“What’s his name?” He asked slightly pointing to you baby, you looked at Taehoon his adorably before look back at the solider. “His name is Taehoon it means perfectionist and Compassion” You answered.

“Is his father with you or turned into a monster?”

“What’s with these questions?” You asked politely trying to be a good role model to your son.

“I know about you trying to hide your baby from us but I can assure you he is safe unless he attacks” Sergeant Tak said honestly making you hold Taehoon tighter in your arms.

“I understand” You said before walking back to your home.

As a mother of a hybrid no monster dared to hurt you. They avoided you or helped you scout for food for your son.

Days later you decided to take Taehoon out for some air. So a walk was ideal for the both of you, You packed a bottle of milk, his blindfold and pacifier. As he chew on a chocolate chip cookie that you found in a convenience store.

You held his hand as you both walked under the stars. The cold air blew luckily you gave Taehoon a big jacket otherwise he would be having a cold. But this wasn’t a typical breeze it was like someone was coming.

You held Taehoon close as you closed your eyes. This person must have been in front of you because-“Dada?”

What?

You opened your eyes and saw Hyunsu in front of you and Taehoon. Your baby looked at you for permission before you nodded making him with a little struggle instantly run to his dad.

Hyunsu took him with open arms as he spins him around in joy.

“I missed you so much Tae I promise I’ll never leave you and your mama again” Hyunsu said holding back tears. Both of your boys looked at you both extending their arms so you’ll come to them.

You smiled going in their arms. Now they were a complete family. Even though the world around them was still a disaster they still had each other to hold.

Pt.3

[mylancap1]

Aku banyak layan candid fighter punya stock. Aku salute dan memang selalu anggap collection dorang very nice. Memang banyak aku lenjan guna modal candid yang ada. Tapi aku sendiri bila nak create sendiri, tak terpengaruh dgn yang lain. Ramai yang suka bontot dan upskirt. Aku layan jgk cuma aku punya favorite lebih kepada sideboobs. Jumpa yang sideboobs memang aku tak lepas. Kalau butt padu, tu bonus.

Apa lagi kalau jumpa hot wifey atau datin yang kita dah follow. Shitttt, pakai tudung tapi tetap boleh nampak pejal dan montok boobs dia. Lepas pregnant buatkan body lagi padu. Boobs dan bontot sama naik. Memang stock mcm ni aku terus pergi toilet dan fap on the spot. Tak puas aku tengok sideboobs tu terhayun-hayun. Fuckkk.

[rs-hawk]

Healer in the Dungeon

CisMale!Reader x Intersex Minotaur Women

Word Count: 2,649

Commissioner: @gviridian

Contains: mpreg, slight non-con, oral, multiple partners, and a lot more

Male Healer adventurer gets separated from his party, ends up getting captured by minotuar woman. Uses healing magic on himself to survive and eventually get accustomed to her large Womanhood, only realize top late that she is a distinct form of Minotaur and he is now pregnant. Fast forward to him happily suckling her cock, pregnant with her sisters child. Word got out in the dungeon, so he now looks forward to a life of being a Minotaur breeder and spends his days caring for his many daughters or being railed by the various musky bull women community in the dungeon. Nothing could make him happier.

The dungeon you and your party chose was supposed to be off limits for humans, but because you were the only human in your party, you managed to trick your way inside. The rest of your party warned you that human free dungeons usually are that way for a reason, but you didn’t care. The reward for clearing this dungeon was more than you could spend in a year, and you were your party’s only Healer. You needed to be there. No silly warnings with no explanation was going to keep you from earning enough to live off of comfortably.

It started off normally enough. Your party fought the upper level creatures and handled them with ease. Tentacle monsters. Small mimics. Goblins. The usual dungeon starters. You didn’t see anything special about this place so far. Why had there been so many warnings for human adventurers to stay away? It was even easy at parts. There was nothing weird or unusual in the slightest. You started to get the creeps when a goblin realized that you were a human, and started laughing so hard that even when he was impaled on the Cleric’s staff, he didn’t stop. Your party was also unnerved by this, and asked again if you were sure you wanted to go to the lower levels. After a moment of hesitation, you insisted that you still wanted to go. You were strong, and more than a Healer. You could hold your own. Of course, your arrogance was your mistake. Or rather, you mused looking back, your luck.

In the lowest level of the dungeon, the Bard, captivated by a Fey who had turned a corner, tripped a booby trap. You were the only one of the party who ended up on the side of the wall that you did. You could hear them, and they could hear you, but none of you had any idea how to get back to each other. After what little muted conversation you could have, it was decided that the group would try to just complete the dungeon as is, and meet at the entrance. If worse came to worse, you all had respawn potions and could respawn back at the entrance.

You have no idea how long you were wandering around the depths of the dungeon when you heard movement behind you. In seconds, your torch was knocked from your hand, and you were pinned to the ground. Even though every instinct in you was screaming danger, and your mind was reeling, trying to think of a way to escape the heavy weight on top of you, your cock hardened at the hot breath on the back of your neck. In the flickering light of your torch, you saw the shadow of a large Minoatur pinning you down.

“A human,” a breathy, feminine voice almost purred in your ear. “I haven’t had one in so long.”

Your face flushed as large hands groped your body. She tugged you into her lap, her fingers trailing along the clothed bulge. Your breathing became more rapid as she repeated the action, drawing precum from your twitching cock.

“I can smell your arousal, little human,” she chuckled as she began to bounce you in her lap, only then realizing that instead of her leg, which you thought you had been leaning against, it was her massive cock.

In seconds, she ripped your clothes off of you, several of your potions scattering and smashing to the floor. She forces her fingers into your mouth, praising you for how well you take them before she slides one into your ass, trying to prep you for what’s still grinding against you. You can barely draw in a breath, pushing your body back against her finger. Despite yourself, it feels so good that your mind is turning to mush. When she adds a second finger, you can’t help but start stroking your cock in time, rolling your hips both back onto her fingers and forward into your hand.

“If you’re so eager, you must be ready,” she ran her tongue up your neck, your hand flattering as goosebumps sprung up in the wake of it.

You barely have time to whisper a preventive harm spell before she’s pushing her fat cock into you inch by inch. You’re already whimpering and panting by the time she’s halfway inside of you. Her warm, silky voice praising you for taking her so well as she continued. Once she finally bottomed out inside of you, you both cry out. Tears prick your eyes at the full feeling. You didn’t know that you could actually feel that full. You’re falling forward, barely able to keep your face from slamming into the rocky floor.

You struggle to remember what it felt like just an hour ago before you were stuffed with a Minotaur’s cock. Part of you felt ashamed for how much you liked it. You didn’t even know if the rest of your party was okay. What if they were hurt, and you were here almost cumming from a woman shoving herself inside of you over and over? There was another part though, a much bigger part, that was just thinking about how good it felt. It was all you could do to not entirely focus on the feeling of being stuffed. You had always prided yourself on being a strong man, but you never realized until this moment how much you wanted a much stronger woman to put you into your place, and this was where it was. On the ground. Under her. Being used like a plaything.

“What a good human,” she grunted as she gripped your hips, holding you there for a moment as she gathered herself. You felt so tight and warm wrapped around her cock that it’s taking everything in her not to fill you already.

All you could do was moan in response, your neglected cock dripping precum since you couldn’t even try to stroke yourself now. Without warning, she started thrusting into you. The pace she set was steady at first, allowing you to grunt out a few spells to heal the minor injuries she caused you as she picked up the pace. By the time she was at the pace she wanted, where she was basically using you as a living sex doll, pumping her cock in and out of you so hard that you were on the edge of cumming without any additional stimulation, you were half out of your mind. She seemed to still have enough wits about her to scoop up some of the spilled potions with her fat fingers to shove them into your propped open, drooling mouth.

“There we go. I don’t want my new toy broken yet,” she cooed as you lazily sucked on her fingers, relaxing as the potions took some effect. Almost instantly after the potion started to take effect, you came. She chuckled again, nosing and licking your neck. “Do you like that, little human?” The only answer you could manage to get out was a nod, almost gagging on her fingers that were still in your mouth.

Shouldn’t you be humiliated? The creature that you had come down here to protect the rest of your party from, the creature you had come to kill if push came to shove, was claiming you as her own. That train of thought was hazy as it crossed your mind, because it was being fucked out of you by the giant woman behind you who was muttering about what a good piece of breeding stock you would be. At the time, you couldn’t properly understand what she meant. All you could really focus on was the pleasure of her sliding in and out of you, stretching you so deliciously that you thought you might pass out from pleasure.

You don’t know how many times you cum before she dug her nails into your soft skin, making you wince. Her breathing got harder, faster, as she was basically rutting into you at that point. Her cock was stuffed so far inside of you that your stomach was slightly extended. Then, she came. You groaned, panting and pushing back against her as if that would stop the seed from dripping down your legs.

She slowly drug her cock out of you, licking along your back, fingering her cum back into you. “Don’t waste all of that, human.”

Your head wasn’t clear enough to see why it mattered. After all, human males can’t get pregnant, right?

You quickly gave up trying to find your way out of the dungeon, satisfied with your new Minotaur Mate pounding into your holes whenever she pleased. You were basically always filled with her cock, and you loved it. You never were that much of a fighter, only wanting to be an adventurer for the money and travel. You liked healing people, and you cared about your party, sure, but this was heaven for you. Your greedy hole always sucked her in, milking her dry. It wasn’t until a few weeks later that you realized, even though she hadn’t stuffed you in nearly a day, your stomach was still extended, as if still full of her cum.

“Love?” you called for her, making your way out of her nest to the edge of the dungeon, peering into the darkness.

She came to you quickly, sounding worried. “What is it, little human? Are you hurt?’

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips as she looked over you, patting your head and stomach. After a moment, she visibly relaxed. “I’m okay. I’m just still feeling a little full and nauseous,” you explained as you put a hand over your almost bloated looking stomach. “I was wondering if maybe there was any ginger so I could make a healing potion so I could feel better.”

It surprised you when she laughed, scooping you up in her arms. “Little human, morning sickness is completely normal. Don’t even human breeders get that?’

“If you’re pregnant, sure,” you laughed back, though still confused.

She nuzzled into your neck, breathing in your scent. “And you’re pregnant, so it seems completely normal, no?”

You froze, going rigid in your arms. “What?”

It was time for her to look confused as she pulled back from you, her bull head cocked to the side. After a few moments, she set you down, sitting down beside you. She explained that after the original Minotaur was nearly killed, his descendants all became able to breed or be bred, regardless of gender. It was a way for Posiden to ensure that the embarrassment and curse of Minos lived on. The gears in your head were turning as you realized what she was saying. Her cum literally turned you into her breeding stock.

“Humans are always the best at adapting. I’ve wanted my own for so long,” she said wistfully. “I’m so glad that you came to me.”

You don’t respond, trying to wrap your head around it. You had a million questions, but weren’t sure you wanted the answer to any of them. “I’m going for a walk. I won’t leave the dungeon,” you promised as a concerned moo left her lips.

She stood up, wanting to stop you, but the look on your face made her falter. You knew easily how to leave by now, but you didn’t want to. Not really. You were happy with your new Mate, your new life, but being pregnant? You never even thought about it. The other Minotaur women came to check on you, obviously having been told by your Mate what happened. You assured them all you were okay, trying to ignore their hungry gaze now on your stomach and body. Did they all want to see you swell with their young?

It only took a couple of hours for you to return home, crawling into the hay beside your mate. She wrapped her arms around you, licking your hair as an apology, cleaning you and nosing you. By the time you have your first daughter, your now wife had made sure that there was plenty of potions and ingredients for you to cast spells or make any potions that you might need. It wasn’t as long of a process as you expected, and the healing potions made the recovery easy. Seeing your wife nurse your daughter, cooing and peppering her with kisses, made your heart swell almost as much as your stomach had.

By the time your first daughter could walk, the other women had already decided that it was only fair for your sister in law to be the next to breed you. The other women watched your daughter as your head was shoved down on your wife’s cock and her sister’s was stretching your tight human ass. You gagged, looking up at your wife through blearly eyes. She was stroking your hair, telling you how good you looked choking on her cock, and how well you were taking her sister.

Her sister wasn’t as gentle with you as your wife had been the first time, giving you no time to adjust to her size. You were immediately stuffed with her cock, her nose ring leaving indents on your back as she kept her face pressed against it, fighting the urge to cum inside you after just a few thrusts. Your wife stroked your hair, encouraging you to relax your throat so she could get as much pleasure out of you as her sister.

It didn’t take long for your stomach to be swollen with your sister in law’s daughter, but of course that just meant that she used you even more often, knowing that her claim on you was waning. Your wife, of course, was always involved, cumming down your throat and having you thank her for letting you be her birthing and breeding mate anytime you were dripping cum. Sometimes she was even kind enough to stroke your cock, teasing you when you came before her sister filled you.

The women all fawned over you. They brought you treats, and insisted that when you were heavy with child that you should rest. Your wife, of course, doted on you the most, even as busy as she was with your daughters. She would stroke your cock, telling you what a good boy you were for taking whoever had fucked the most recent daughter into you. She licked and kissed your neck and hair, soothing you when you cried out from the overstimulation of her reward.

“Little human, you’re doing so well. You were made to be a breeder,” she whispered with clear affection, pressing a kiss to your forehead as she drew another orgasm out of your poor cock.

Some of the other women stopped to watch, their cocks hard and eager to get the chance to breed your little human hole. Your head lulled to the side as your wife picked you up to carry you to her bed. The others were shouting out cheers when your tunic slid to the side as well, showing off your swollen stomach. Your wife hadn’t even taken the time to fully undress you.

“You will look even better when it’s my daughter,” one of them laughed, stroking her cock to the sight of you.

“He looked best swollen with mine,” your sister in law argued, her throbbing cock dripping precum as she licked her lips, eyeing you like prey.

And that’s how you hope to live the rest of your life. Belly swollen with yet another daughter to dote on and nurture, teaching magic that normally Minotaurs wouldn’t be able to access, and being stuffed by your loving wife and her many sisters and cousins, being passed around like the absolutely desperate and aching breeding bitch she made you into. Who cared about treasure and riches anyway?

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[lovelywritinglady]

hi can i recwest a uzui x reader where uzui have a argment and gat a divors and yn is pregnet years later when the child and he rillast that it is his child and has a tak whif yn and trase to fics everifing

if you canpleas do thak you and have a grat day

I’d love to!💜

Mistakes

Tengen Uzui x fem!Reader

You and Tengen got into a heated argument after a demon hunt gone wrong. He says some extremely hurtful words. You decide to leave him because you know you don’t deserve that. What you didn’t know was that you were pregnant with his child. Angst, slight fluff, Tengen being a dick, mentions of pregnancy, cursing, and other mature themes.

Your pov

"You nearly got us killed, what are you and idiot?" My husband Tengen yelled at me.

"It was an accident, I'm sorry!" I yelled back

"You cannot afford accidents like this Y/N!" He roared stepping closer to me causing me to flinch slightly.

"I'm sorry." I whispered

"Sorry won't even begin to cover the fucking stupitity of your actions! You have no right being a demon slayer with how dumb you are. I can't believe I married someone like you!" he yelled looking me dead in the eye with fury.

"Fuck you!" I snapped as my anger began rising as tears filled my eyes.

"Real mature Y/N, get the hell out of my house until you can learn some respect and basic combat moves." he said as he began walking away as I began to sob.

"Where the hell am I going to stay! Tengen, I'm your wife!' I cried walking towards him.

"Hell if I care, just get your things and don't come back until you aren't so incopitent." he snapped walking away into another room.

I stood there unable to think, feel, or understand the situation. My body moved on its own and next thing I knew I was out of mt home with a bag packed walking only god knows where. It was getting dark, but I didn't care all I knew is that I was no longer wanted, needed, or loved by the man that swore he would protect me and love me no matter what. So much for promises. I kept walking until the sun began to rise, my thoughts much clearer now and my tears no longer flowing down my face. I decided to go live with my older sister, Misa, who lives on the other side of the country. Her and I have always been close, and I just hoped I would never see that asshole again.

One Month Later

I feel unbelievebly sick, as every morning and evening I spill my guts out. I have an uncontroable hunger and yet anytime I try to eat something I feel once again that I want to throw up. I feel miserable not just physically, but mentally too. Despite his words, I still love my husband. He use to be my everything, but I suppose I was never his. He claimed that he couldn't believe that he married me and just thinking about those poisonus words make my body ache once more. Tears I try not to spill came fourth with so much eagerness that I had no time to stop them. I hated myself for crying over him, but I suppose I was really crying for the man he use to be. I knew in my heart that I would always love him, but now I can never be with someone who so easily made me feel like my very existence meant nothing. I heard a faint knocking that pulled me out of my thoughts as the sweet voice of my sister filled the room.

"How are you feeling this morning, Y/N?" Misa asked as she sat next to me putting her hand on my forhead.

"Not great." I sighed smiling at her wiping away my tears.

"Y/N, I really think we should get you a doctor. This has been going on too long." She suggested taking her hand off my head.

"I think your right Misa." I sighed

"I didn't want to say anything to you, but I really think you're pregnant." she said in a whisper

"What!" I whisper yelled

"You're showing signs and don't worry if you are. I will always take care of you." Misa reassured

"Lets hope I'm not then." I said nervously.

Two days later the doctor came, she was a sweet older lady that had a warm smile and a small figure. She came into my room and inspected me in all they ways she could. My nerves at this point were all consuming as I really did not want to be pregnant, especially since I knew who the father was.

"My dear you have no fever and no true illness. What you are expierencing, is early signs of pregnancy." she said with a smile

"I see, I guess my sister was right then." I stated sadly

"Are you not happy, I'm sure your husband will be." she stated with a concerned look on her face.

"My husband no longer wants me." I answered doing my best not to cry once more.

"Oh, I am so sorry, my dear." She said grabbing my hand.

"Thank you, I just have no idea what to do now." I said honestly

"That's just something you're going to have to figure out for yourself. At the end of the day you need to do what's best for your child." She spoke seriously

"Yes, I suppose you're right." I sighed

"Of course I'm right dear, I am a doctor." she joked

"Hey, is everything alright in here?" my sister asked as she knocked on the door.

"It will be." I whispered touching my belly.

Three Years And Six Months Later

My son, Kei, is now nearly three years old. He's a rowdy child that seems to always be obsessed with what is going on outside. Whether is rainy, snowy, or sunny, he's always begging to go outside. I can't complain though as I love nature and seeing his little cheeks puffed up when he askes is always so cute. Kei looks a little bit like his father as he got most of his features from me. His eyes are the same color as my ex husband and his personality matches. His hair is a lighter shade of h/c, which gave me relief. I still haven't told Tengen about our son, nor do I want to. Part of me feels selfish, but part of me doesn't want to subject him to a man like Tengen. Although, when they do meet, I hope he is kind to his son. Kei is too sweet and kind to have to be around a father that verbally abuses him. I just couldn't live with myself if I let my baby be hurt by him.

In these three years, I haven't had a full time job. Mostly they have been part time jobs and my sister has been providing for me and my son. She claimes that since she doesn't have a family that this is no trouble, but Kei is old enough where I can start working full time. It took a long time to find job, but one day my sister came into the house screaming that she found a job that was perfect for me.

"Y/N, this is a landscaping job." she nearly yelled in my ear

"Huh, that's a little different than the jobs that I'm looking for, but hey if they are hiring then I'll take it." I said confifently

"Mama what's going on?" Kei asked as he walked into the room with a sleepy expression.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to wake you up." I cooed opening my arms for my son. He then picked up the pace and ran into my arms crushing me with all of his nearly three year old strength.

"Its okay." he sighed playing with his fingers with a small tired pout

"Your mama just found a job, Kei." my sister said with a smile at her nephew

"Okay." he said disinterested. I smiled at this, he's so small and perfect and despite the fact that my pregnancy was not the easiest, it was worth it.

Two weeks later I found myself walking towards my new job. It was a sunny day and part of myself wished Kei was here to enjoy it with me. I can almost hear his voice calling my name begging me to play with him. I was lucky to have been blessed with him. My thoughts of my perfect child came to a halt as the gates of the house I would be working at came into view. Taking a deep breath I began walking to what I thought was the front door. This property was absolutely beautiful. Everything seemed like it was perfect, not even a pebble out of place. It was a calming place that seemed to inspire peace. For some reason this place looked oddly familiar and it only now hit me that this was the place where the master lived. Tengen had taken me here years ago when he became hashira while I was just starting to become a demon slayer. Before I left, I was one rank away from being hashira. I thought about training again, but now that I have my son I felt it was irresponsible. Plus I could never leave him.

"You must be Y/N." The master suddenly said and it made me wonder how long he was there for.

"Yes sir, its very nice to meet you. Thank you for having me." I said bowing to show respect to him.

"Of course. I am aware of your situation and am happy to give you work here." He said with a smile." Come with me and I'll show you the grounds.

Two weeks later

Working at this mansion feels peaceful and the work is harder than I expected, but the pay is well worth it. Today I raked, cut grass, and tended to the luscious gardens. The sun beamed down on me giving me a slight headache. Thankfully the day was almost over for me so that I could go home to my son and my sister. Kei has been begging me to take him here ever since my sister told him that the hashira train here. I have been reluctant of it since seeing Tengen might be a possiblilty and seeing a child in my arms was a conversation that I simply did not want to have yet, even though I knew one day it would happen. I heard light footsteps approach me. turning my head I saw one of the other workers and smiled at him. He was a kind man that was around my age and he and I had talked a few times.

"Hey there, how's the work today?" He questioned with a sweet smile.

"Same as always although its a little hotter than usual." I responded

"Yeah, but I like it when its hot because I know that cooler weather is around the corner." he said with a content smile

"That would be nice." I chuckled

"Oh, you should know that the hashira will be here tomorrow." he said seriously

"Well, I'll make sure to make myself scarce." I said trying to mask my nervousness.

"Don't, all you need to do is smile and show them respect." He smiled

"Will do." I laughed standing up.

"Well I will see you tomorrow and tell your son I said hi." he smirked

"I'll make sure to tell him, see you tomorrow." I bowed

I watched him leave with a fake smile on my face. As soon as he was out of sight I sighed as my stomach throbbed with uncomfortable uneasiness as I began waking to the shed to put my tools away with my head hung low. I was no where okay with the fact that Tengen was going to be here tomorrow. I thought that maybe I should call in sick, but no one would believe that. Even if they did, I’d feel too guilty about it. The best thing to do was to avoid seeing him and focus on my work. If I keep my head down and not do any quick movements, then he won’t see me, hopefully. My thoughts were completely consumed with my nerves that I didn’t even register that I had bumped into someone until I heard someone speaking.

“Hey watch where you walk, alright.” The voice snapped

“Forgive me, I wasn’t looking.” I said frantically bowing as to show respect and forgiveness.

“Y/N?” The voice questioned lowing its tone. I then stood up and as my eyes met with the stranger I immediately tended up. My breath hitched and my stomach dropped into the ground. The one and one Tengen Uzui stood before me in all of his flashy glory.

“Uhh, you gonna say anything?” He joked as his eyes raked over my body.

“Um hi.” I stuttered slightly unsure of what the hell to even do. And I tended even more so when his body came crashing into mine in a bone crushing hug. I could feel his urgency and I almost allowed myself to met into his arms. But I couldn’t because I knew it wasn’t right.

“I missed you.” He mumbled into my hair. “I’m so sorry Y/N, you didn’t deserve that.” He cried.

“I know.” I said monotone still unsure what to do. Do I tell him about our son or do I keep my mouth shut and pretend like any of this is okay?

“Where have you been?” He questioned breaking the hug but still standing close. I looked up at him and sighed.

“Here and there, but mostly I’ve been living with my sister.” I said honestly. I really couldn’t lie to this man he’s really good at sporting liars. As much as I hated him, I really didn’t feel like lying to him.

“Ahh so that’s where you’ve been. I though your sister moved away from here.” He said curiously.

“She was going to, but she decided to stay.” I responded trying not to show too much emotion.

“Guess I should’ve looked there.” He joked

“You looked for me?” I questioned as I raised an eyebrow.

“Of course I did you’re my wife and I love you.” He scoffed as though he was offended.

“I just thought you wouldn’t care.” I mumbled

“Of course I care.” Tengen sighed

“Well you sure as hell didn’t act like it then.” I snapped

“You’re right, I didn’t I was too hard on you. You made a simple mistake. Hell I’ve made mistakes too. Making mistakes in this line of work is never good, but no one died. I should’ve been easier on you and I’m sorry.” He spoke. His eyes were pleading with mine saying silent apologies.

“Thank you for apologizing, but I can’t forgive you right now. You make me feel like I was nothing and I’m not just going to forgive that easily. I know one day I will, but I just can’t now.” I whispered as tears threatened my eyes.

“That’s understandable, I just hope one day that we can be together again. I miss you and honestly you’re the best aspect of life.” He said with a longing gaze.

“I’m not sure about that. That might take a long time. I don’t exactly trust you.” I spoke honestly.

“Fair enough.” He sighed. I reluctantly decided that I should just rip the bandaid off. Kei was his son and as much as I hated to admit it, Tengen was honest about his apologies. That man doesn’t half ass anything. So I thought this might be the time.

“Look Tengen I-“Just as I was about to tell him the screeching voice of my child filled my ears and I knew I was fucked.

“Mama!” Kei screeched as he ran straight towards me crushing me into a hug. He nuzzled his head into my thigh and despite how nervous I was I smiled at how cute my baby was.

“We have a child.” I finished with an awkward smile. Tengen stood there stiff and unmoving which was strange for him. I had never seen him tense up like this ever and I began to regret not going home sooner.

“Mama who’s this and why is he so tall.” Kei questioned waking up to Tengen. “Hey, you okay?” He said as he poked Tengens hand.

“Ummm.” Tengen said still shocked at the fact that Kei, his son, was standing right there. Matching pink eyes and all.

“Ummm?” Kei questioned craning his head to the side. “That’s a weird name.” Kei said in disgust.

“Baby this is Tengen Uzui and he’s a hashira. And he’s also your father.” I said trying to stay as calm and collected as possible.

“You’re my dad.?” Kei asked Tengen with cute excited smile on his cubby face.

“Yeah, I guess I am kid.” Tengen whispered crouching down and pulling Kei towards him in a loving him. “I’m your dad.” Tengen cried.

I began to shed a few tears at how cute this meeting was. I felt slightly bad that I didn’t tell Tengen about our son, but I had good reasons not to. I’m just so glad that he seems to be a better and nicer man. My thoughts then came to a haunt as I noticed my sister wasn’t here nor was was neighbor that Kei likes to hang out with. Meaning he came here alone.

“Kei honey, did you walk here alone.” I questioned with my hands on my hips.

“Umm no.” He quickly said.

“Kei answer your mother honestly.” Tengen said sternly but not too much as to scare the child.

“Yeah okay I came here by myself. But I really missed you!” Kei cried quickly to defend himself

“I missed you too, but you need to wait until I get home.” I sighed looking at how adorable my son looked with a pout.

“Okay.” He said reluctantly. Smiling at my son hugging his father brought peace to me. And I then decided to do something that would bring us all together.

“Tengen, would you like to join us for dinner?” I questioned still looking at the cute scene before me.

“Absolutely I would!” He exclaimed standing up and picking up our son, swinging him in the air.

“Yay!” Kei screeched

Making eye contact with Tengen I have him a small smile. His eyes looked relaxed and happy and I’m glad that he found out about or son. He then came up to me smiling as well.

“Y/N thank you for allowing me to be with him. I will do by best to be the father he deserves and hopefully one day the man you deserve if that’s what you’d like.” He spoke

“Thank you, I’m sure you will. And for that second bit only time can tell.” I joked

“Sounds good to me. Alright shall we go?” Tengen suggested

“Yeah, I wanna show you my room!” Kei said

“I bet it’s the flashiest room ever.” Tengen said matching Kei’s energy.

“It sure is!” I exclaimed content about the situation that I was in. But I wondered something.

“Hey why are you here early?” I asked Tengen

“The master told me to come early.” He spoke

“Why?” I asked

“No idea, but something tells me this was the reason.” He spoke softly

“Maybe.” I responded shaking my head at the thought that the master was trying to play match maker again.

We walked to the house as Kei held Tengens hand as well as he could. While the adults caught up on the years and for the first time in a long time I felt happy to be near Tengen.

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[thebirdandthebee]

Call Him Daddy (18+)

This one’s short and sweet - trying to bust a writing slump. I could very easily do a part two if there’s interest! Smut ahead :) 

Title: Call Him Daddy Bradley’s been waiting for this day for years, but now, you’ve given him the green light. WC: 2187

The first sign of consciousness was soreness. Before you’d even popped your eyes open that morning, you felt the sublime ache between your legs, and oddly, your breasts.

There was no one to blame but your husband, Bradley. Who’d been awake for about half an hour or so, but hadn’t left the confines of your 500-thread-count sheets.

Bradley was on cloud nine because you were officially trying. After he’d been wishing and hoping and being patient for years, you’d finally had the conversation last night. You’d been married for four years after three years of dating and now, you were comfortable with the thought of tackling parenthood with Bradley.

“Babe? Are we out of mayo?” Bradley had called from the kitchen. You’d assembled a nice little table of accouterments, potato salad and chips as he’d grilled burgers for dinner and you were poised to eat out in the backyard.

Bradley, along with the help of a few of his squadron teammates, had finished the fence in the backyard last week and you were now able to enjoy the outdoor space with just a little more privacy.

“It’s on the door!” You called back, excited, nervous energy zipping through your veins. Tonight you were telling Bradley you’d gotten your IUD removed. Your IUD, which he saw as his mortal enemy.

The truth was, Bradley would have been thrilled if you’d gone off your birth control when you’d gotten married four years earlier. He always thought there was something romantic – traditional – about a honeymoon baby. Hell, he would’ve been more than happy if you’d gotten pregnant before you’d tied the knot.

There were few things in this life he wanted more than to be a dad and have a big family. As someone who grew up with so little, the idea of a full house felt like a dream. You had always known about Bradley’s wishes to be a father, and he was understanding that while it was something you wanted to do, be a mother, you wanted to check a few things off your list first.

You wanted to get married, do some traveling, establish a little more financial security and enjoy life with just you and Bradley for a few years. You loved everything about being a pair – Christmas mornings, vacations, nights out with friends – those would all change with a baby. Certainly for the better, but it would be different, and you’d never get that time as just the two of you again.

You’d spent six weeks backpacking through Europe in the fall, and since then, you’d slowly and quietly been making preparations to transition to a family of three.

And tonight, you’d finally tell Bradley.

“Baby, it all looks wonderful,” you smiled as he sat down, placing a big bowl of watermelon, along with a jar of mayonnaise on the table. “Love when you grill,” you leaned over your bistro table to kiss his cheek.

“Thanks Babe,” he grinned, not flinching as you snagged the sunglasses from the collar of his T-shirt and dropped them over your eyes. You’d chatted about the day – your work day was quiet and Bradley was bringing in a special detachment for training over the next eight weeks. Most of all, you enjoyed the gentle breeze and scent of the neighbors’ lilacs.

“I was thinking…” you began, earning a deadpan look from your husband. Anytime you started ‘thinking’ usually ended up in a new project for him. “Now that the fence is up, could we plant some flowers over in that corner there?” You gestured to the far left side of the yard. A simple request.

“Yeah, we can do that pretty easy,” he agreed. “Maybe some bushes in the other, we can mulch around,” he laid out with his hands, pausing to take a big bite of his now assembled burger.

“Mm, I don’t think that corner,” you shook your head, “I want to keep that back wall of the yard clear,” you stabbed a piece of watermelon before taking a bite.

“Okay, maybe back along the right side,” he trailed a finger along the fence line. “Maybe a bonfire pit?” He suggested.

“Oh definitely not,” you shook your head, nibbling away at your dinner.

“Okay – how about a Jacuzzi?” He suggested. “Now that we have the fence, we don’t need to worry about bathing suits,” he grinned, and while it was a great deal of work not to grin back, you somehow managed.

“Nah, I just don’t think we’d get much use out if it,” you shrugged.

“Baby – nothing along the back side, no bonfire pit, no Jacuzzi – what did we fence this yard in for?” He asked, laughing as he polished off his first burger. It was not out of the ordinary for Bradley to put away three or for burgers on a grill night. You wiped your mouth with a napkin, crossing your legs before taking off his sunglasses.

“Know what I’m thinking?” You asked, taking a final sip of your iced tea. “I’m thinking… swing set along the back there – it’s the perfect view from the kitchen,” Bradley set his fork down. “And a bonfire pit will be fun eventually, but little feet running around the backyard make me anxious… and the Jacuzzi – you know I’d love to take a skinny dip with you, but… it’s just not good for pregnant people, I already Googled it.”

Bradley’s brain short-circuited for a moment.

“And how,” he paused to clear his throat,” how long until we need to start worrying about that?”

“Well I just got my IUD out last week, but my doctor said I can get pregnant in my first cycle,” you dragged your fingertip around the rim of your drinking glass. “Not everyone does, but you’ve always been an overachiever,” you said, meeting his gaze.

“Now? We – now?” Bradley asked, sputtering, patting all over his chest and shorts like he’d misplaced his phone.

“Now,” you nodded, barely getting a moment to gauge his reaction before he was out of his seat, shoulder pressing into your midsection as he hoisted you over his shoulder.

You were sure your neighbors heard the terrified scream that morphed into giggles as he all but kicked the back door in.

“Now?” He said to himself in disbelief, suddenly forgetting the layout of his own home, twisting around in circles to find the staircase. “I can’t believe this, I didn’t do anything to prepare!” He said, not even registering that you were swinging around over his shoulder.

“And what exactly would you have done to prepare?” You asked, wondering if squirrels would completely demolish the spread that laid out on the patio table.

“I don’t know, but I would have done something,” he insisted, taking the stairs by two and only mildly terrifying you.

“Oh my God,” he mumbled, setting you down on the mattress gingerly and immediately reaching for the non-existent fly on his shorts, which were held up on a drawstring. His brain, completely scrambled, was not cooperating and he hastily grabbed the waistband and ripped the shorts down his legs.

God you loved his pale thighs.

“Bradley, you don’t need to hurry!” You laughed.

“Of course I do,” he insisted, kneeling on the bed with one leg between yours, getting to work right away on your button-fly shorts. “I want ‘em all, baby,” he insisted. “Boys, girls – lots of ‘em – and I want ‘em now.”

“I thought we said three max?” You asked, peeling off your own top as he made busywork of your panties.

“Three to start,” he elaborated, “fuck I don’t care.” He shook his head. Pausing, he crawled up to meet you at eye-level. “I love you so much,” he said sincerely. “I can’t wait to be a Dad,” he added, “but more than that, I can’t wait to see you be Mom.” You leaned up to kiss him gently, the same mustache you’d been in love with for years tickling you softly. “You’re sure?” he asked, brows furrowing with just a bit of concern.

“I’ve never been so sure about anything,” you replied, pushing your fingers through his hair. “Thank you for being so patient with me,” you added, “it means more than you know.” Bradley, at the risk of getting choked up, simply kissed you once more before pressing his forehead against yours.

“If I get emotional right now I won’t be able to get hard,” he said honestly, making you giggle.

“You’re going to be such a good Daddy,” you breathed into his ear, nipping at his earlobe.

“Just kidding, I’m hard.”

Now, in the morning light, he was watching with moony eyes as you nuzzled down into your pillow. Your eyes fluttered for a moment as you took stock of all the delicious places you were suddenly acutely aware of with a small twist of your body.

“Mornin,’” Bradley murmured, tucking one hand behind his head.

You groaned gently, eyes squeezing shut tight before softly opening.

“Hi baby,” you greeted, blearily rubbing at your face. Eyes not yet focused, you zeroed in on your husband as he gazed over at you lovingly, his hand moving gently up and down beneath his blanket.

“Hi,” he grinned.

“What are you doing, Bradley?” You giggled, feeling like you were catching your 16-year-old boyfriend.

“Waiting for you to wake up,” he replied. “Ready for day two?” He asked.

“Day two?” You replied with an exasperated smile. “What’s your plan here Bradley?”

“Every day till we get a positive,” he said simply. “If you get pregnant in the next few weeks, we can have a spring baby,” he added.

“Bradley – every day?” You asked, eyes wide.

“I text Hondo, he’s covering for me at lunch next week, Phoenix can take the week after him,” he added.

“Bradley Bradshaw, what did you say to them?” You asked, mildly scandalized.

“Don’t you worry about it, baby,” he grinned, loving the way you rolled your eyes at him.

“Can’t you feed me first?” You asked softly, “the midnight grilled cheese was not enough,” you added. It was also the only time you two had come up for air all night.

“I will,” he assured, pulling the blanket off his body. His erection was pink, the tip wet and veins prominent. “But maybe, just to start the day…” he trailed off as his hand continued to pump up and down his length.

“I am sore,” you countered weakly, eyeing up his anatomy with a wanton gaze.

“I’ll be gentle,” he insisted, “you set the pace,” he added. You nodded, holding open your blanket, and soon, you were sliding down onto him, your body pressed tightly against his from head to toe.

“Oh, Bradley,” you sighed. And though you felt impossibly full, you felt complete. He gently rocked his hips up into you as you curled against his chest. “You’re so good to me,” you whispered, gasping as he hit a tender spot within you.

“You’re the one making my dream come true,” he countered, palming your ass in his hand as he dropped a kiss to the top of your head. “Gonna be the best Mama to our babies,” he encouraged.

You whined gently as he hit your cervix, which you were sure he’d bruised last night, but in the best way possible.

“S’okay,” he murmured, “doing such a good job,” he added, making your skin warm all over. “Doing such a good job.”

For moments, all that could be heard were his steady, even breaths and your soft exhales against his neck.

“Want you to come first,” he said, “I’m right after you – you first, baby.” Bradley did his absolute best to hold back as you gripped at his chest, hugging the underside of his shoulder to you as you fluttered around him. “Good job, good girl,” he looked up at the ceiling, a sweat breaking out across his forehead before he couldn’t hold back any longer. Just the idea that today could be the day they made a baby was enough for him.

“Bradley,” you gasped, his warm cum filling you as his hips jerked up erratically.

“Fuck,” he huffed out in a laugh. “I’m in there, babe,” he panted.

“I can tell,” you blushed, pressing your face into his chest once again. “Can you go make me some breakfast now?” You asked.

“You gotta wait,” he said, planting his feet and pushing his hips up to create a 45-degree angle, raising you up from the bed. “Gotta raise those hips,” he said, matter-of-fact.

“Baby,” you laughed. “Is this real or you just made it up?” You asked, bringing you hands up to brace on either side of his head

“I got a feeling,” he replied. “And it feels nice,” he added, making you blush again. “Next time, you’re gonna be upside down,” he commented.

“Upside down? Bradley, no,” you shook your head with another laugh.

“Baby, I’m gonna fold you every which way till Sunday,” he all but purred. “You’re gonna feel me in here for weeks,” he slapped your bare ass, making you squeal. “Your days as the only person calling me Daddy are over.”

Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed Call Him Daddy, you might also like Mighty Fine!

[ahmadazizi20]

Eyra Hazali ni tiap kali pregnant memang mantap... tetek walaupun tersembunyi di sebalik tudung memang tak dapat cover besar tetek 🤤🤤😋😋

[miss-howlett]

Wczesny bilans: 1kcal

Jeśli coś się zmieni do wieczora, to zrobię update, ale marne szanse. Bo zamierzam dzisiaj spać. Praktycznie nie spałam w nocy, bo miałam tak zejebisty pulsujący ból głowy, że myślałam, że czaszkę mi rozk**wi. Nie wiem, czy ciśnienie (jestem wyczulona na pogodę) czy fakt że wczoraj naćpałam sie zapachem różnych środków podczas sprzątania pokoju (domestos, mój ulubiony narkotyk). Dopiero rano, jak wujek kupił jakieś tabsy przeciwbólowe, bo w domu dosłownie nic poza jakimś rutinoscorbinem nie było, to wzięłam i poszłam spać na te 2h bo była 6. Myślicie, że wstałam? Haha. Nope. Wstałam po 10 i dostałam z 500 maily zjeby, czemu nie jestem zalogowana w robocie i nikogo nie poinformowałam. Upsi-daisy. W sumie moja wina, bo mogłam już nie iść spać albo chociaż ustawić budzik. No ale panie Areczku, po co od razu ta agresja XD Zdarza się. Głowa dalej z lekka boli i w pakiecie mam mdłości (calm down jm not pregnant...I hope) więc wypiłam sobie tylko Diet Coke bo nawet na sok pomidorowy (miłość moja) nie mogę patrzeć o innym jedzeniu nie wspominając. I tak miałam robić liquid fasta, więc git. Żeby było bardziej aesthetic, zdjęcie:

Popalone Styki - Popiół to kot ❤️

[nightmarerodent]

More angast for Kung Jin! 😈

What would be his worst nightmare, from which he would wake up in a cold sweat, not being able to sleep for the rest of the night?

😈

“All you ever do is cause problems! Not everything has to be a dick measuring contest, you know!” Jacqui’s words clawed at his chest, leaving bloody wounds in their wake.

“For someone claiming to be so smart, the cold reality is you’re as useless as they come.” Frost sneered, “Little more than more useless grandstanding from the pointless Kung’s.”

Jin tried to tune out the voice but was instead met with Cassie’s, “What is your problem!? Do you really get some sick joy out of this!? Does watching everyone else fail somehow make you feel better about your sad, pathetic life!?”

It didn’t. That wasn’t true!

“You’re a real piece of shit, you know that?”

No! What did he do? What didn’t he do? His friends, everyone, was turning against him.

“The Shaolin expect better, Kung Jin. You will not be White Lotus this way.” Raiden’s words echoed like rolling thunder, rattling bone.

And then, there he stood. His oldest friend. For the longest time, his only friend.

“Takeda.” Jin’s voice was hollow.

The ninja refused to look at him.

“You really had me going there,” the voice was wet and heartbroken, “Really played me for a fool. I bet you’re pretty proud of that. The Great Kung Jin strikes again. To think I actually liked that about you.”

“Takeda, wait! Hold on! What did-” Jin called out, trying to approach his friend but always seemed just out of reach.

“I should’ve known better than to trust some thief.”

“Tak, you’re my friend. I’m sorry, I don’t-”

“WHY WOULD I EVER BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?” Takeda’s voice echoed and mixed into a cacophony with all his other friends’ cries.

“WhO wOuLd WaNt To Be WiTh A tHiNg LiKe YoU?”

“No OnE lOvEs YoU!”

The voices mixed like maelstrom winds. Freezing. Cutting. Jin covered his ears but it only made them grow louder. Angrier. He was alone. So very alone.

No one.

No one.

No one.

No

one.

Oji?

He shot up in a cold sweat, gasping for air, the sheet constricting him like a python with its prey. He pulled it off him, taking another large gulp of air as he surveyed his surroundings. Dark room. Bed. Night. Where was he?

The door cracked open with a foreboding creek and his head whipped around to see the cause and possible intruder.

Slowly opening the door, as careful as could be was a small four year old girl dressed in PJs, clutching her favorite stuffed T-Rex like her life depended on it, her curly hair an absolute mess from tossing in her sleep, eyes wide with fear. Vee.

It was little Vera. He was at Jacqui’s and Takeda’s. She was pregnant again and due very soon. They asked him to help. They said they wanted him here. They wanted him here.

He let out a long breath, his racing heart finally slowing. He was safe. He was fine. He was safe.

“Oji?” Vee’s voice was small and watery.

“Hey kiddo,” he was glad his voice didn’t come out shaky, “Bad dream?”

She nodded her head and quickly scurried her way over to the guest bed and hoisted herself up. He drew her in and let her snuggle her way into his side. Under any other circumstances he might privately gloat that she came to him instead of her parents, use it as proof that he was in fact her favorite. It didn’t seem very important right now, though. She was as much of a comfort to him as he was to her right now. She needed her favorite uncle and he needed his favorite girl.

“Everyone was being mean to you.” She sniffed.

She had that glint in her eye. The one Takeda has when he uses his powers. She must have read his nightmare and saw it as her own. He felt guilty for the grief it’s causing her. Her powers were developing far faster than her father’s had. He’ll bring it up to them tomorrow. Maybe ask Grandmaster Hasashi for advice on how to block thoughts from leaking out.

“Don’t worry, Vee,” he removed some of the hair from her eyes, “It’s just a bad dream. None of it is true.”

She sniffed again and rubbed her nose, “I love you, Oji.”

“I love you too, little bunny,”

She fell asleep again with him as her guard.

[balkanradfem]

I’m gonna go off because I’m emotional and upset, this is going to be a rant about a certain youtube channel, and I’m not going to name it, I’m just going to complain.

So it was few years back when I was starting to watch homesteading content on youtube, and I was mostly picking female-led channels, but this one channel was so well recommended, and they were friends with all other homesteaders, and I was interested in their content, so I started watching. I soon dubbed this channel ‘The Disaster Channel’ in my head, because for these people, everything that could possibly go wrong, was going wrong, and I’m not even joking.

One of the first things I’ve noticed was that these people were not exactly.. well informed on what they were doing. They grew lots of winter squash one year, and claimed that the hokkaido and butternut squash can be survived on, and can be used instead of sweet potatoes, and I mean by taste, fine, but by nutrition? Absolutely not, roots and tubers have plenty more nutrition, and squash is not enough to live on. So I figured, okay, they might struggle with nutrition if they’re unsure what vegetable has what minerals in it, but okay, that’s not the end of the world, right? They’re living healthily.

One of the other things I noticed is that unlike the most of the homesteading channel, it was the husband who directed the youtube videos, and that was a huge mistake. His wife had 5 children, was incredibly smart, gentle, insightful, sweet, strong and resourceful, and I loved watching every minute of her; watching him was frustrating to say the least.

Soon I would find out that when they moved to the countryside, the house they moved in had black mold in it, and they all got sick, the entire family, and had to move out. They were forced to rent a house in the neighborhood, while they take their own house apart and clean it from mold, while still all sick. This is about as disastrous as it can get, having the entire family sick, and homeless, in an attempt to live from the land, and it was awful for them. The landlord was so awful to them, they would sometimes be forced to evacuate the house for ‘someone to come over’, and they were all obliging and moving into a camp house for these periods of time. They seemed to be holding it together somehow, the husband was slowly working on the mold and fixing the house back up.

During the pandemic, there was a shortage of canning supplies, and the family had this one big canning pot, that the wife needed to use in order to can a bunch of goods she was processing and cooking all day. The husband noticed their pot had some kind of asymmetrical spot on the bottom, took it out to ‘fix’ it, grabbed a hammer and punched a hole thru the bottom. On her canning day! When she was already cutting and processing food all day! When there was no others to even be bought at the store! It was luck she had another one in the storage, or she’d have no way to can all that food, and the loss would be huge. I’ve never seen other homesteading people do this, or even if they did, they don’t publish it.

And then, the dude ignores a tick, gets a big rash, and gets out with the news that he got checked up and is now having lyme disease. I’m in disbelief, because it’s one disaster after another, and then lyme disease? How do you not keep extremely careful about ticks when you live in nature? And his wife with so many kids, this is one thing he should have watched out for! But no, he is now sick and fevered, can’t help his wife, can’t fix the house, has to have extended recovery because lyme disease is serious and can turn into a long-term disease and disability if not treated correctly.

So I’m not liking this guy, and I’m about to like him even less. The wife, whom I adore, gets pregnant, and she is saying that she can tell she’s pregnant with twins. I’m worried for her because, she doesn’t have a safe house to raise another two kids in, her husband is, like that, she already has 5 kids so that is taking all of her energy, and I’m just scared about who will be able to support her and help her take care of the kids. And then, something is wrong with the pregnancy. She is taken to the doctor, and is being told that one of the babies is dead. She’s devastated. She isn’t sure about the prognosis, but the news shook her so badly, she’s badly holding it together, and he, the husband, you know what he’s doing? He’s holding a mic up to her mouth, questioning her, forcing her to say to the audience exactly what happened and what the doctor said, and I’m just stunned and paralyzed. I don’t want a woman in deep distress to be forced to talk thru tears, just to relay information to me! I want her to take her space and tell me about it when she feels like it! I could tell she was reluctant to talk, she was in pain, she was scared and unsure of what was true, ashamed of her assumptions, insecure in what she was saying. It was so painful to watch, I closed the video. I couldn’t handle the breach of her privacy.

Later on, she decided that she isn’t happy with that prognosis, and she knows she still has two babies inside of her. She goes to get another opinion - and - she does have two live babies. She was right all along, and the doctor gave her a false information. She is relieved, but not for long, because one of the babies is struggling, and the pregnancy is turning high risk.

I am at this point so worried and emotional about the entire issue, I’m scared to even watch the videos. I just want to know if everything turns out okay, that she’s safe, that nothing else hurts her.

But, her husband has different ideas, listen to this and tell me if you believe it. So he’s filming a video where he goes into that mold-infected house and destroying the mold with a flamethrower, and he finds, what? A dead rat. He picks it up, with his hands. He goes out and gives it to his children to play. He. Gives a dead rat. To his children to play. And then his wife comes home, from the hospital, with her high risk pregnancy. And the children give the rat to her. She’s looking at him in shock, unsure what exactly is happening right now. She asks, timidly, isn’t this dangerous?

And he’s laughing. ‘No don’t worry, it’s all dry!’ he says. To his high-risk pregnant wife. He gives a dead rat, laughing. After they all got sick from that house. After they all had the mold. After he got lyme disease. After he got her into this life-threatening pregnancy. He gives her a dead rat and laughs.

At this point I am DONE with this dude!! I am done, I am angry, I’m beside myself, that is the most insane thing I’ve ever seen in my life, not to mention he filmed this and put it all up on the internet, instead of taking care of his pregnant wife he’s serving her rats, the most fucking dangerous animal that could give her numerous diseases, because he thinks it’s okay, because he doesn’t give a shit if he’s putting his entire family at risk, again, everything is funny to him. I wouldn’t let a drop of rain fall on her!! He’s giving her a dead rat.

And you’d think this would be the end of the story, and this is why I’m mad, but no, it gets worse, today I found out just how bad and I’m in pain from it, and that’s why I’m writing this down.

Some time later, he publishes a video where he admits that he is struggling with severe depression, that he’s struggling to get up in the morning, and is receiving treatment and psychiatric help. He said he was giving up on the fixing of the house and would just pursue his passion of making videos. Afterwards, there’s a few video of some adventures he’s organized, but I’m not watching because I’m just wondering how the wife is doing. I recognized by the titles of the videos that both of her babies got born just fine, and they’re all okay, and she was even talking about how it feels having seven children, and it was obvious that she was just completely exhausted.

And there weren’t any videos, for almost a year.

And then, a video made by her. I was intimidated to even check it, out of fear of what would I find there. But I wanted to know what was going on with her, so ultimately, I opened it up, and, she was looking distressed, to say the least. She explained that her husband, after the birth of the twins, got depressed, and completely checked out of their marriage, the childcare, the job, everything. He was not doing anything to support her, or to care for the kids, and they barely saw him around. She lost the house they were renting, and was moving from house to house, trying to find a place she could live.

She had to raise 7 children alone, without a partner, without any income, without anything. She finally had a friend offer to rent her a house for a year’s time, until she figured out how to make enough income to support herself and her kids, and she gratefully took it and is starting to put her life together. She also.. defended him, and praised him that he will sometimes take kids for a bit of time, and that helps her a lot. She asked everyone not to attack him. She explained she wouldn’t talk about his issues because it’s his private stuff and it was his story to tell. This is when I started sobbing, remembering how he forced her to talk about her pregnancy when she was in the middle of being devastated, how close to tears she had been when he was using her to make content. It was too startling to see the contrast on how much she respected him, his privacy, his emotions, his safety. She had been betrayed by him, lost everything because of him, had to raise seven children on her own, homeless, because of him, and she was defending his privacy, while she never got to have any in his story.

It’s just devastating. I don’t want any woman to be put thru this. This is even recorded and published online, every bit of this story, and it’s streamed for the world to see, and it’s sad and upsetting. I think she’ll find a way to make things work because she’s incredible, resourceful, and incredibly strong in the face of adversary, but she shouldn’t have to. There should have been systems put in place to help her, to protect her from this. And I didn’t have any respect for that *** from the second he handed the rat to his children, but now I’m absolutely disgusted. But this isn’t an isolated incident of a m*n bringing multiple people into danger, poverty, homelessness, devastation, exploitation, pain. And he got away with it too, protected by the very same people he hurt.

I don’t believe for a second that his situation was any worse than hers, but got to check out and make it all none of his business. She didn’t. She didn’t get to fall apart, or lose it, or check out; she had to care for her children. She didn’t get to have her emotions centered in the situation in any way except when they were being exposed for views, when she needed privacy the most. I’m heartbroken by what happened to her. Please don’t support m*n who break necessary kitchen tools and bring their families into homesteading life uninformed and untrained, and who don’t respect their wife’s privacy, safety, or even survival. F*ck that guy.

[fake-protagonist]

I think for years now, everytime I met someone all I get was “oh so you think, you’re all that?” “kau fikir kau layak nak memilih?” questions.

Well no, I don’t think I am, I just think that communication is really important, marriage isn’t only about having a family, buy a house, get pregnant and all that, it is way more deeper than you could imagine.

And I am the type of person who is always curious, and I will be asking my husband about a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g, so I need an intelligent men, whom I could discuss some topics and issues with, I would love to hear about Sirah Nabi too, even with him reading it from a book, and can you do that? can you find the time to put your phone down and communicate? yes? no? okay.

Coming from a family that is lacking from religious background,I need someone who could complete me dari segala sudut yang kurang tanpa merendahkan semata untuk meninggi hanya dengan satu ayat : “a k u - s u a m i”

“And that’s where your problem is, not all men like intelligent women, because some intelligent women triggered their ego, and it also scares them. Because you both can’t see things at the same eye level.”

I know, that’s why I no longer sets high expectations. I am alone, but I think I am no longer lonely.

But as a women to a men that always says intelligent women scares men, percaya lah, segarang-garang seorang wanita, setinggi mana ego dia, dia akan mudah dilentur di tangan yang tepat.

Yang mana tak mampu? tak apa..anggap je, it’s just not your cup of tea, not your forte.

Because at the end of the day, seorang perempuan hanya inginkan seorang suami yang qawwam.

[lamemaster]

Accidental Father Acquisition

Requst: Ritual gone wrong with celebrimbor! I've been playing shadow of mordor and I just love him. What's more spooky than being bonded to a ghost? I'm not saying it has to follow the plot lines of the games at all, I'm just inspired/going for the vibes of that.

Pairing: Celebrimbor x Reader

Genre: Crack/ found family

Summary: From death by banner to an expecting mother, Celebrimbor's plot was insane.

AN: This is bonkers. Proceed with caution. Also, Shadow of Mordor Celebrimbor is the definition of how I imagine elves to look like so I feel ya anon.

Celebrimbor blinked once. Close his eyes and shook himself awake once again. Wait, why was he closing his eyes like a mortal? 

The huge bump still lay in front of his vision. His bump to be exact. A feeling of faint disbelief makes him swoon only for a tiny kick to stop his dissent. 

That is when he hears a small fleeting thought of incoherent hunger. The child was hungry. He noted distantly. The child inside him. Inside the body that now belonged to him.

What in the Timeless Halls was this? 

“That’s my body dipshit,” The baby- no, another voice intercepts his thoughts. Another annoyed raspy voice. “Yes, it is I, your summoner. If only I had known that the spirit I get would be an equal mess.” The voice grumbled and an image of a human woman materialized in his mind, no in the woman’s mind that was now his? Or was it his mind in the woman’s body? 

“You are human.” He whispers out loud to which the voice scoffs. “Yes, Einstein. I am a woman.” It You answer and Celebrimbor cannot bring himself to ask more about Einstein. He got the gist of it. “Didn’t you know who you were answering to when you walked your grand self into my circle?”

He had no idea how he was here in the first place. One second he was a banner on Sauron’s battlefield and another, he woke up with a child. And not even in his body. Was this another of Sauron’s baffling visions? 

“Holy hell dude, that’s some graphic shit. Did no one tell you to not traumatize expecting mothers?” You cringe covering your eyes. Only then does Celebrimbor realize that his thoughts were now projected to you and the child. With a wince, he turns his thoughts to pressing matters.

“Where am I?” He asks the mortal woman lounging in the shared mental palace. 

“In my summoning circle. That I made for a bargain. Not the body swap legenderia.” You shift trying to sit comfortably, failing to do that like a practiced dance that led to a string of curses every time. “Pregnant women can’t be comfortable even in their thoughts.” You sigh looking at the lost elf. 

Celebrimbor, as if spurred into action, adjusts the cushion that materializes into the thin air just as he thinks about it. Helping you lean comfortably, he relishes in the sleepy murmurs of the child now content as its mother. 

“Why did you summon me?” He sits next to you, feeling the fatigue from the human body. It’s heaviness he found himself unused to given that his jump had been from his elven form to a heavily pregnant woman. 

You look at him scrutinizing him. Much to your disappointment, your summoned one ended up in your body instead of coming in a much-desired combat-enabled form. But for some absurd reason, you do not feel anything. Not the despair of a failed ritual or the shock of having a chat with the elf who now seemed to be in charge of your body. Only the everlasting urge to pee persists.

“I did it for revenge. The original plan was to find something sinister enough to mess up the man who left me in this state.” You point to your belly. “Left us hungry, begging for food. I wanted to make him suffer. Make him hate his life. But the kid got scared. It held on to your soul instead of whatever monstrosity I had asked for from Gothmog.” Celebrimbor blinks, his mouth agape. 

On any other day, he would’ve been enraged, mad at the careless Eru-forsaken woman who did not once care for her child, the idiot human. He perhaps would have, had her child taken away the second it was born. Yet, now he could not help but look at you, at himself in the mirror, and see the scrawny human stare back. Calouse hands, slouched shoulders, and fragments of a nightmare he did not pry into. Of the rights and wrongs of this world, how would he judge someone who had let go of everything? Who had been robbed of everything and was still expected to love. 

His despair was hers, and hers was his. Pain of betrayal, of pain, of scorn, shame, and guilt. All he knew too well. “You could have killed the child,” he whispers looking at you failing to sound every bit admonishing that he tries to be. “I am aware.” You reply with a stony gaze. “And the child will die of hunger either way. So why not sate its blood thirst as a last favor?”

Behind all the bitter words, all he feels is gut-wrenching sorrow. Despite the righteous urge to scream at your foolishness, he only gathers a tug of unfair empathy. Of the wrongness of love that bloomed out of sorrow- for a child you desired to hate.

It was wrong. All of this. And those were your thoughts that he knew to be. Anger, love, disgust all lingered in the body Celebrimbor’s soul fell into. 

And then he does what none in the living eternity of Arda would have expected. “Is there a spell for procuring another body? I reckon a male vessel would be better.” He looks around trying to spot the spell book in your surroundings. “A vessel matching the child’s father.” He watches your eyes widen in surprise.

“Yes, page 345 goes over it.” You speak in a daze. The Child inside you waking up to kick in order to express its approval of the elf’s crazy fucking plan. 

That is how Celebrimbor the ancient elven lord, King of Eregion found himself in the body of a 25-year-old man named Thomas Duffy. A miraculous plane crash survivor. 

That is how the line of Feanor continues in your world. With your firstborn daughter, who was born with glimmering eyes for unexplainable reasons, and your twins, who possessed uncanny pointed ears. 

Celebrimbor, the name, felt ancient in the tales that he told to his daughter. Your daughter, who had pulled him into her world, away from the pain and death of his world. Away from oaths, dark lords, and dooming jewelry. And Celebrimbor had clung to her mercy. 

In this world, his fate was not of extravagant creations or becoming the doom of the entire world. In this world, most crises were limited to the principal's office visits for his twins. Or your pregnancy mood swings.

Never in the history of the world had been struck a bargain so pleasant. A bargain where nothing was lost. 

[teabights]

Baby, We’re Having a Baby

Requested by @kellysimagines: Can you make a joe quinn x reader where him and the reader are together for a couple years and both actors and they want to start a family but have been busy with acting and cons and stuff but now they have time off and tey for a baby but nothing happens and they stop for a while and reader is sad cause of it and they decide to go on a mini vacation to let it go and focus on each other for a while and they have fun and stuff but the reader is scared she can’t give him what he wants and she tells him when they are at their hotel what's bothering her and he assures her whatever happens he will stand by her and love her and they make love and after 2 weeks she takes a test and its positive? :) you can decide the ending

Joseph and you stare at yet another negative test. The little singular line was going to be the death of you. 

After all this busy time you two had, you finally decided to start a family. Joseph and you love each other and have for two years, of course most of it spent apart due to different acting jobs, press, and conventions. Not to mention the man of your dreams becoming the man of everyone's dreams. You are beyond happy for him with his new found status of everyone's favorite white man. 

"I've never failed so many tests before." You joke, trying to make light of the situation. 

"We'll try again… it's not like we both don't mind." Joseph also jokes for the same reason. 

"How many times do we try?" You ask, just out of pure curiosity. 

"Until two little lines show." Joseph says, kissing your shoulder. 

"I don't know if I can take anymore heartbreak, Joseph." You say to him. "I think we should give it rest… try again in a few months, so it doesn't feel like a chore."

"Why don't we go on holiday for a little while… since we both have time off? Italy?" Joseph suggests. 

"Italy is always your go-to." You comment. 

"What about Denmark? Hm? You've always said you wanted to visit Copenhagen." Joseph suggests. 

"I'll look at hotels and things to do and you'll look at plane tickets?" You say as you throw away the test. 

"Sounds good darling." Joseph responds. The two of you share a kiss before parting from each other.

A week later, Joseph and you are sitting outside at a cafe in Copenhagen.

"Kan jeg få hvidvin og fisk med fingerling kartofler og majs?  Han vil have det samme." You order. 

"Ja, kommer lige op!" The waiter says as he departs the table. 

"Tak!" You say with a smile. 

"When did you learn Danish?" Joseph asks, never hearing you speak it before. 

"I was 20… I was bored during summer break of college, so I needed something to do." You respond.

"So you learned Danish?" He asks.

"Yeah, because I knew one day I'd be coming to Copenhagen with the love of my life." You answer with a smile.

"Ah, cheeky." He says. 

You two watch the wine get set down in front of you. "Tak!" You say to the waiter.

"Tak?" Joseph says and you nod your head. 

"Det var så lidt." The waiter says as he walks off from the table. 

You pick up your glass to make a toast. "To us, to a nice stress-free holiday." 

“To us…” Joseph says with a grin on his face. 

This is how the holiday starts, completely stress-free, until you two have sex, which ended up with you full of him cum, crying your eyes out as you hold on to him. He is at a complete loss of what happened.

“Darling, what happened?” He asks softly.

“I just feel… like inadequate. Like I cannot give you what you. I haven’t been able to get pregnant and I know how important children are for you.” You mumble out.

“Darling, I don’t care that you can’t give me children. You are my family and that’s all that matters to me.” His words are soft and you can sense how much he absolutely means it. “Besides, the family I got from you is your family. I love mum and dad.” 

"But I just feel I am never going to be able to do that for you." You cry. 

"Our time will come." He reassures you. 

"What if—" You start.

"It will, I am sure. Now, does my pretty girl want to take a nice warm bath?" His voice is soft. 

"Yeah, might as well." You wipe your tears off your cheeks. 

Your evening ends with you two taking a bath together as you two exchange about what rolls you have upcoming. It was a peaceful night for everyone. 

As the end of trh trip comes up, you two are able to enjoy the rest of your time, even though the thought still bugs the back of your mind. Arriving home was good. The jetlag catches up to you two. However, with you, it lingers a little longer than you expected.

As the days turns into weeks, you aren't feeling superb. You aren’t sure what was up. You blew off an interview you had because you threw up that morning. Joseph is concerned about you. He isn’t sure what it was either. He feels like you definitely should be better by now. You think about it and add up the days… and the missed period. Maybe you’ll grab a test later.

You grab a test later in the day when Joseph is out doing an audition. You sit on the edge of the bathtub nervously, waiting for those two lines to appear. It was so stressful. You don’t know if you could handle another one line test. Sooner or later your phone buzzes after those long 3 minutes. You pick up the test, closing your eyes as you bring it to your face. Opening your eyes after mentally counting to three, seeing the two lines.

“Oh my God…” You mumble. “OH MY GOD!” You wish you would have waited to do this with Joseph, but what a surprise it’ll be.

He gets home after another hour and you are nervous sitting on the couch. You had the test hiding under your leg. You look over at Joseph as he mumbles a “Hello” after entering the house. 

“Joey?” You say.

“Yes dear?” Joseph looks over at you. 

“Come sit.” You pat the spot next to you.

“What is it, doll face?” He moves to sit next to you. 

“I… Um… know what is wrong with me.” You say. 

“What…?” He is slightly confused by your word choices. 

“H-here…” You pull the test from under your leg and hand it to him.

He takes the test and looks over those two lines. “Are you serious?” He smiles wide.

“Yes! We are having a baby!” You say. 

“Oh my God, we are having a baby.” Joseph almost squeals. 

He pulls you over to him, planting kisses all over your face, which makes you squeal.

“I cannot wait to tell our parents…” He says with a smile.

“I can’t wait either. I love you so much, Joseph.” You say with a smile.

“I love you so much.” He presses a kiss to your lips, moving a hand to hold your chin. 

You definitely were ready to create a beautiful life with him.

[ceritasuami]

Abang Hisham Part 2

Kamu ingat cerita aku dengan abang Hisham sudah habis ke? Kalau sudah start, takkan berakhir begitu saje. Ada lagi.

Satu minggu kemudian, abang Hisham kata ada company trip ke Langkawi selama 3 hari 2 malam bermula hari Sabtu, jadi abang Hisham pesan aku tumpang je kereta dia. Kami akan bertolak pada hari Jumaat selepas habis kerja pukul 5.

Bila sampai ke hotel, abang Hisham kata kami berdua akan share bilik double size bed. Lepas masuk bilik dan letakkan beg pakaian, aku pun tanya,

"Bila mereka akan tiba? Tak nampak pun orang lain."

"Mereka? Siapa mereka?"

"Colleague lain?"

Abang Hisham tersenyum tanpa menjawab soalan aku.

"Apa dia?"

Abang Hisham melangkah depan sampai beberapa inci je depan muka aku. Kedua-dua tangannya diletak kat belakang pinggang aku dan terus menarik ke arah dia sampai badan aku terlanggar badan dia.

"Amir...abang rindu kat Amir tau? Sejak hari tu kat Johor, abang selalu je teringat apa yang berlaku."

"Tunggu dulu! Maksud abang, yang lain tak akan datang?"

"Ini sebenarnya bukan company trip tapi personal trip antara kami saje. Abang nak Amir je."

Kami berpeluk mesra dan abang Hisham mencium pipi aku, ke leher aku, sampai bahu aku. Lepas tu, dia cium bibir aku sampai aku berasa lemah dan serahkan diri kepada lelaki ini.

Sedap rasa lidah abang Hisham bergolek-golek dalam mulut aku. Kami cium kuat sampai ada bunyi "chiap, chiap, chiap".

"Nak mandi sama tak? Abang nak Amir mandikan abang. Cuci badan abang macam isteri layan suami."

Masa mandi pun kami berpeluk dan mencium. Aku jilat dan hisap nipples dia sambil tangan aku bermain dengan kedua-dua buahnya yang tergantung kat bawah tu. Abang Hisham menutup matanya sambil menikmati keseronokan badannya dilayan dengan lembut tapi ghairah oleh seorang lelaki.

"Abang nak fuck Amir, boleh tak? Abang dah tak tahan ni. Tengok! Batang abang dah keras macam ni. Nak fuck lubang dah baru boleh settle. Amir bagi abang tak?"

"Kalau Amir tak bagi?"

"Kalau tak bagi, nanti malam abang rogol Amir baru tau."

"Abang ni jahat lah."

"Amir tak suka ke abang jahat?"

Aku senyum je lalu berjalan keluar dari bilik air ke arah double size bed. Aku baring so tengah-tengah dalam keadaan bogel.

Abang Hisham mengangkat kedua-dua kaki aku dan letakkan di atas bahunya. Lepas tu, dia pegang batangnya dan masukkan kepala batang ke dalam lubang aku.

*Abang nak fuck Amir macam isteri abang."

"Amir nak abang fuck lebih kasar! Lebih kuat daripada abang fuck isteri. Amir nak rasa power abang masuk dalam badan Amir."

"Sekarang siapa yang jahat ah?"

"Abang suka kan?"

Abang Hisham mula fuck lubang aku dengan kasar sampai kedua-dua buahnya menampar buntut aku dengan bunyi "pak pak pak". Lubang aku dijolok sampai aku mengerang "Aaaahhhh.....Aaaahhhh....abang! Abang! Fuck! Fuck! Aaaahhhh..... Fuck!"

"Macam mane? Amir suka tak batang abang?"

"Batang abang hebatlah! Syok lubang Amir. Jangan henti, abang! Fuck Amir sampai habis!"

Abang Hisham berpeluh dengan jolokan batangnya keluar masuk dengan cepat. Abang fuck aku sampai aku tak tahan dah. Aku terpancut pada badan aku. Aku tengok muka abang macam dah nak hampir pancut juga.

"Abang nak pancut dalam Amir boleh tak? Abang nak Amir hamil dengan anak abang. Abang nak pregnant-kan Amir."

"Mari lah. Pancut dalam. Amir nak abang buat Amir pregnant."

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK YEAAAAAA.......AAAAAARRRRRR!!!!! WOW! WOW! FUCK YEAH! WOW! FUCK SHIT!"

Dengan itu abang Hisham berasa letih dan terbaring di atas badan aku. Kami tidur dengan lena dalam posisi macam itu.

[ahmadazizi20]

Perhhh mantap perut dan tetek Natasha Hudson ketika pregnant anak keempat, Natasha Hudson ni beranak melalui lubang puki tak mcm segelintir artis lain beranak cezer untuk menjaga keketatan lubang puki, apa pun aku respect Natasha Hudson berjaya beranak keempat anaknya melalui lubang puki 👍👍

[fanboyvini]

What are your lgbt hcs in iz? these are mine:

Dib is bi

Zim is gay

Tak is lesbian

Gaz is lesbian

Professor Membrane is a trans man (ok this hc is way more elaborated lol I like it because he is an negligent father until ETF, he is breaking stereotypes by being an awful dad you go king/hj + he did all the transiton surgeries on himself alone + he did gaz and dib in the laboratory because getting pregnant himself makes him dysphoric)

Purple is gay

Red is gay

Chammy is pan

Recap Kid is non-binary

Tenn is bi demigirl

Skoodge is pan