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kailali · 1 year
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With your Forget Fic just imagine darling feeling ill a few weeks later. And Toge is the second to last one to connect the dots. Like it takes Maki or Panda asking if it is possible for her to be pregnant for him to go Oh! Shit! It is Possibly. And shes like no not possible. And he's just metaphorically chewing on his nails trying to figure out his next move.
Content & Trigger Warnings: noncon, pregnancy, mentions of harming a person/their pregnancy, allusion to abortion, allusion to miscarriage.
Oh. My. GOSH!
I love this!!! Everybody suspects - literally everybody, and imagine Maki and Nobara talking her into taking a test with them there for support - "just in case" - so there's no way for Toge to interfere before they all know she really is pregnant, even though she swears it's not possible.
Sure, he could try to interfere after, to make it all go away and seem like an accident, or something just naturally went wrong, but...
He can't help but love her even more, the way she's leaning on him more for support, the way she immediately changes all her habits, because, sure, she didn't ask for this, but until she decides how she's going to handle it, she's going to take extra good care of herself and the tiny life blossoming inside of her.
Toge knows that if she gives birth to the baby, there will be no way for him to hide what he's done - but could he really ever do anything to sabotage something that is half him, half her?
Nonny, you're seriously a genius! (I've been having the worst day but this made it so much brighter!)
Would you mind if I used your idea to possibly continue Forget?
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shiraglassman · 2 years
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Click through for all the plot summaries. Books are all standalone comfort-reads about the same characters, not one long continuous story with cliffhangers.
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Above pic is taken from @theloserfish​’s cover art of A Harvest of Ripe Figs, which is the one about the stolen violin.
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katiemcwrath · 3 months
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Mona Park and Lee Namsun: Daebyeol Entertainment
Constantly, you played through my mind like a symphony There's no way to describe what you do to me You just do to me, what you do And it feels like I've been rescued I've been set free, I am hypnotized by your destiny
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emberoops · 10 months
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so uh
I’m pregnant.
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iamdarcylewis · 1 year
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@agentjjkelly said: ‘ don’t say that. ’
Darcy had the habit of making jokes at the worst times, and also self deprecating jokes so it shouldn't be a shock to hear JJ say that. She kept quiet over the phone, just to make sure she wouldn't repeat one of those jokes.
"Sorry." She said after a while. "Sorry, yeah, you're right. How're you? How're the twins?" Changing the topic to something other than herself was also a habit she had. "Any scientific discovering from the tiny scientists?"
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cecilianbm · 2 years
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Empress Adalheidis and Prince WIllhelm Family Aesthetic
@nbmwillhelm and @nbmadalheidis
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asterchats · 1 year
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good morning, here is a reminder that when babies cry they are communicating in the only way they know how to communicate, with the person they trust to make it better if they're hurt or scared or wet or tired. there is never any hatred in it, it is always, i am afraid, and i love you and i know you will help, they cannot use their words they cannot express themselves they only have one tool and they are using it to reach in your direction. they don't cry to shame you or annoy you
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doccywhomst · 4 months
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lazylittledragon · 1 month
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if i had a nickel for every au spawned from twitter that i SWORE i was going to be normal about
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glassygaze · 6 months
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i think they would be friends :)
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bluegiragi · 2 months
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human.
early access + nsfw on patreon
more backstory that i wrote up for patreon heh:
Simon and Tommy had a complicated relationship as brothers. 
At a young age, Simon basically wrote himself off as a lost cause, and did the best he could to make sure at least Tommy had a chance to be a functioning human being. After all, Tommy was the gentler brother, the dreamer, the one who looked like their mother (who'd walked out on them years ago to escape their father). But Tommy got bitter, got sick of the one always being protected, being babied. He lost respect for Simon, for the way he wouldn't fight back, and in a twisted way, grew closer to his father as a way to learn how to be powerful, strong. It backfired, and Tommy got wrapped up in some bad business.
Simon's kid brother died while he was deployed. He got the news in the letter, and it broke him in a big way. In the story timeline, it was years and years ago but it still hurts like hell whenever Simon thinks about him. 
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viviaj · 10 months
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its 6:57 in the morning and you can vaguely feel kuroo’s cock pressing against you.
with his hand pressed against your soft stomach, he silently presses against your back. you’re not really awake, but you’re not exactly asleep either.
kuroo loves morning sex, he likes to feel you and hear your whiny sounds as your eyes struggle to adjust to the early light— as they adjust to him intruding your peaceful sleep.
he’s a pervert, he thinks for a moment; wanting to press his fingers into you while you’re barely awake. he thinks he should feel guilty, but you always react so dubiously that he can’t help himself.
with his cock still rubbing against you methodically, he reaches for your little shorts and slips his hand down to your soft sweet cunt.
he runs his hand over your thighs, and every part where you connect with him. it’s not enough.
he’s slipping a hand between your folds, gently feeling you. there was no intent to get you off; just a pure moment of wanting to feel you and touch you. he slips a single finger into you and its him groaning into your shoulder.
“baby?” he murmurs against you and a small noise comes from the back of your throat, “you’re so soft,” you can hear the smile in his voice.
“i have to, baby,” he’s sitting up and gently prying your legs apart, “i have to put my cock in you baby, okay?”
he’s not really asking, more so just letting you know. he’s not wearing a condom.
your body twitches up into him as he enters you, just letting himself feel around you. your hands move up to his arms as you murmur that he “shouldn’t”.
“i don’t see you making much of an effort to stop me,” and you just let yourself whine, eyes pressed closed as kuroo is everywhere on you.
“but we shouldn’t, kuroo, we can’t,” he thinks it’s funny when you act like this because as soon as he takes his cock out, you’ll whine and groan, just like you are now. you’re so predictable.
so he does that. he moves down to your neck, kissing you lightly over, and over again. “just the tip, please. please?” you’re begging, just like he knew you would. he loves you.
“oh? just the tip?” you nod quickly, “okay baby, just the tip.”
it is not just the tip.
with one hand, he’s holding your legs up; giving himself the world-class view of watching his cock disappear into your pretty pussy.
you’re breathtaking like this. smooth, and sweet and pretty. he can’t help himself, and how could you even blame him? not when he’s so close to you, and so sweet to you as he’s smiling down at your batting eyes.
“what is it? talk to me, baby,” no words come out, just a soft hiccup coming from your lips. “you don’t have to do anything, you’ve done enough,” his eyes soften with the softness in his smile; which do not correspond to the way hes moving in and out of you.
kuroo and you have never fucked without a condom before, and it shows. it feels so intensely different, with the knowledge that this is something you shouldn’t be doing, it’s explosive.
“gonna cum in you, yeah? just let me take care of you.”
“kuroo, we- we can’t, we shouldn’t,” you’re pathetically murmuring, hips moving up towards him. everything you’re saying is contradicting your actions, it’s silly.
“okay baby, yeah, i won’t, dont worry, ” kuroo lies. with your face buried into his neck, you mouth at the skin there, unable to say much.
he tells you how good you feel, how your cunt is so soft and he just can’t help it.
“you’re so warm,” you whine into him, the feeling of him cumming in you foreign, it doesn’t feel right.
kuroo reaches down to kiss you wherever he can manage to reach you, his arms keeping you where you are.
“good morning.”
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rustic-space-fiddle · 2 months
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Forgive me.
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emberoops · 8 months
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Bro, if you write, you're a writer. Doesn't matter how good you think it is, if you use words to craft a story, that's writing right there. And who writes? Fuckin' writers, man.
Anyway, don't let yourself get discouraged. Everyone sucks, or thinks they suck, at their passions when they first start them. You think Bob Ross came out of the womb the best painter on the fuckin' planet? I mean, he sure as hell came out with that sick 'do, but he had to have like a million happy accidents before he got "good."
Go, broski, be free, and write. Terribly, if you have to. Have your happy accidents and have a fuckin' blast doin' it.
I’m finally ready to let this go. I looked at it a LOT, regularly, since it’s been asked (feb 25) and I just wanted to say thank you, anon.
I’ve been keeping it in my ask box for when doubt started to get to me, but I think I’m past that phase of my life now. So I am releasing it.
of course if I need it I’ll still be able to find it so this is less like a full release and more like tagging a bird and letting it go, but that’s okay. I don’t need the symbology to be perfect.
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iamdarcylewis · 2 years
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@agentjjkelly said: ❝ it’s scary, but like in a good way. ❞
Darcy couldn't believe it, they're so tiny. She would probably go mad with just one and here there are two of them. Crazy. "They're really cute, JJ. Like, seriously. Usually babies are wrinkly and ugly when they're born but not them.
Hi guys." She waved her hand at them, even though they were sleeping and she didn't want to wake them.
"How've you been feeling, new mom?"
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i-am-confused-always · 4 months
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what I say: “it is what it is”
what I mean: “I have cried about this for hours and have probably self harmed and contemplated suicide over this.
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