And why the Attack on Titan anime adaptation once again proves itself to be incredible.
Sasha reading her bow and telling the kid to keep going is an amazing moment in the manga already–Isa deserves all the credit here. In the og flashback, Sasha refuses to abandon her principles just because outsiders are in trouble, she refuses to help them; a perhaps egocentric, but also human point of view-we tend to prioritize us and those closest to us over strangers. Then, in the current time, Sasha tells the kid to run bc she’ll certainly find kind and helpful people ahead; and stays herself behind to fight; she fights knowing that proper victory cannot be achieved, to save a random stranger; a kid, further emphasising that Sasha herself has grown into a great person and abandoned that egocentric child she once was.
It’s great stuff, but the animated execution of it made me realize just how good it actually is.
In the yumikuri flashback the S1 version of counterattack mankind starts…its positive a track expressing a sense of optimism and peace, it suits the “ordinary moments” she thinks about. Then, we cut back to present time. A newer arrangement of the track, led by faint strings with hints of an organ in the background–there’s a distant but growing intensity in there.
As Sasha talks to the kid, most of it is shot from the kid’s perspective, so we get to look up to Sasha–she’s seen as the grown up here, perfectly fitting the above characterization. In the meantime, the music grows ever stronger-the organ is very present, and drums are added too. The buildup to the sequence is thus heavily emphasized. Also, listen carefully to Kobayshi Yuu (who’s performance here I loved). There’s definitely exasperation in her voice–they’ve been running for some time and are chased by a titan, not to mention that she’s afraid. Yet, you can still find a lot of tenderness in there–the kid is supposed to feel safe and secure, despite everything going on, and it just makes you love Sasha even more.
Let’s get to the real meat
I LOOOOVE this scene. Sasha spinning on her feet to stop and get into position looks really cool…but its’ the following take that I adore the most
The spin kills her entire momentum…she stands still and ready, and the camera lingers on her. But the kid didn’t do any spin, kid’s still going, not slowing down. Sasha however wants kid to keep going, seems to use her spin as a way to propel kid forward. And the moment her arm is separated from kid, the camera moves on as well–doing so, Sasha’s staying-behind-to-fight is visually translated and further emphasized without the viewer consciously realizing it. I have a hard time describing it, but there’s an incredibly powerful sense of organic dynamism in there that just sells the scene. It’s excellent visual storytelling, not only of the situation, but also of Sasha’s character–she’s strong and altruistic now, and she’ll fight against all odds to save the kid in need. Yuu’s performance here is perfect as well–there’s now definitive desperation to be heard, alongside remaining hints of kindness but also a certain intensity. Sasha is afraid–she has no equipment to protect herself, she has no weapons to eliminate the threat, but in spite of that, she still sends the kid away, she still stays behind, she still stands in the way of the titan.
And THAT shows just how brave she is–Sasha overcomes her weaknesses, she fights against all odds, she dedicates her heart–and that is what the anime manages to portray so masterfully here.
And of course, that is what the best shot of the episode does.
We get an incredibly gorgeous wide shot…starting off once again from below, keeping both the titan and Sasha in frame, reminding us of the threat ahead of her, but in one amazing panning zoom, we fly all the way to a closeup filled with nothing but fierceness. The visual alone is amazing in its own regard, but the sound is what truly rounds it up. Counterattack Mankind A reaches its climax, going all out on instruments, cue-ing the all-so-familiar melody in an immensely epic arrangement worthy of the scene it accompanies. Kobayashi Yuu 100% sells it too–her first “now-go” is still a bit feeble and unsure as mentioned above, the 2nd “run” already stronger but there are still hints of fear….and then, with the musical cue behind, after getting a full frontal close-up–the all out “get runnin’!”, filled with nothing but raw energy and determination–Sasha’s abandoned all fear and is in all out character-climax-badass mode. Her shout echoes through the woods, the kid is literally hit by a shockwave and finally starts running (sidenote–her eyes were dark and lifeless throughout the ep, but only after that do they lighten up, adding once more weight to Sasha’s moment). And of course, Sasha’s accent arc comes to full circle in the same frame as well, as she yells the command out in her native dialect she’s tried to hide for so long. Pretty much everything that could’ve come full circle did–in terms of writing, performance, sound and visuals.
It’s an amazing sequence deserving of ludicrous praise for the creative staff–they’ve proven once more that Attack on Titan is a work of art. The manga is already without a doubt amazing–most of the points above stem from it after all-but the anime is so ridiculously good at presenting I sometimes can’t believe it with my own two eyes.
In case you couldn’t tell, I fucking loved this sequence and I’m gonna yell about Sasha all week long.
Drawing and painting her way through an imaginative landscape of intricate and visual entanglements is Austin native, Sophie Roach. Her artwork has endlessly covered surfaces from– guitars, beer cans, Vans, to entire rooms. And if that isn’t already insanely rad, her organic approach and laid back attitude make her not only incredibly humble, but also a super awesome collaborator. While finishing up one mural and starting up new projects, we had the chance to ask Sophie a few questions about her art, her career, and her approach – from finding her voice, attacking a mural, to digging the quietude one might find as a mail person hah!
It is not an uncommon thought for young women to like the idea of having children in the future. When Darci Pierce discovered that she was adopted, her wish to become a loving mother intesified. However, after one unsuccessful pregnancy, her wish soon turned into an obsession. Fearing that her boyfriend she had recently moved in with might leave her, the then 19-year-old began to feign pregnancy. In the following months, Pierce gained approximately sixty pounds to make the fake pregnancy look more realistic. She lived on the benefits of the lie and her boyfriend finally married her. Pierce also received nonstop attention by her family and friends, who later threw a baby shower for her. The story took it’s turn when Pierce realized that she needed a newborn in order to keep the lie going. To achieve that, she planned a heinous crime. On July 23, 1987, Pierce drove to a prenatal care clinic and waited for a woman near full term to come out. There she met 23-year-old Cindy Ray, who was 8 ½ months pregnant at the time. Pierce abducted Ray from the parking lot and then drove with her to the Manzano Mountains east of Albuquerque, New Mexico. Pierce strangled Ray and then cut open her abdomen with her car key. Pierce then removed Ray’s baby, leaving a 5-inch wound on her body. The baby miraculously survived. Ray had been unconscious but alive during the attack but later succumbed to her wounds. Pierce smeared Ray’s blood on her body to make it look like she had delivered a baby. Following this, Pierce left the location with the newborn in her arms and went to a hospital, claiming she had given birth. However, suspicion arose when she did not agree to be examined and began to change her story. The police was notified and Pierce confessed to the crime and led authorities to Ray’s body. Pierce was found guilty of first-degree murder, kidnapping and child abuse and sentenced to life with chance of parole.
requested: can you also do imagine where y/n is married to shawn and she’s pregnant and she’s on tour with him and before every concert she goes out to fans to give them some tickets 😊 and it’s cute and fluffy ☺ thanks, love you 💖
okay i changed this one just a little bit, it’s not that much but she’s just not on tour with him
NOT LYING I LOVE THIS SO MUCH THE PERSON WHO REQUESTED THIS NEEDS TO REQUEST MORE OFTEN BC I LOVE UR IDEAS TY OKAY CARRY ON WITH READING
“guys where’s y/n?” the voice of your probably worried husband could be heard from his dressing room even though he was on the stage doing soundcheck for the show later on. he got no response from his team around him, causing him to worry more. “you left her alone? you guys can’t do that she’s 8 months pregnant!”
you chuckled, knowing he was going to send someone to the dressing room so you could sit in the audience and watch him or something. just so he can see you at all times. ever since you found out you were pregnant, shawn has been almost extra protective. you were surprised you were even allowed at tonight’s show. when you were in the early stages of your pregnancy, you were still allowed to tour with him and go to his shows but once you reached the 6 month mark, you were banned. you had managed to convince him to let you come tonight since it was a show in your hometown, but after a few weeks and a few deals made, he finally let you come. of course, he tried his best to make sure you were never alone just in case you went into labour early which was definitely a possibility. another reason he let you come to tonight’s show was because his family was also going to be attending, and you could stay with them while he was
“somebody go find-” shawn yelled, walking into his dressing room. “oh you’re here. okay never mind everyone i found her!” he came over to your spot on the leather couch, “how are you two?”
“i’m good,” you said, rubbing your giant belly. “she’s good too. she loves the music, she’s been dancing around in there all day.”
“that’s my girl.” shawn smiled, changing into a black short sleeved dress shirt for his q&a that started in about 45 minutes. “she’s gonna be a dancer one day.”
“you mismatched like all the buttons shawn.” you laughed,
nothing that all the buttons he just did were all in the wrong places. “how do you even do that?” slowly, you managed to get up from the couch to help him redo the buttons. you got as close as your stomach would allow to undo all the buttons as shawn just smirked while watching you intently.
“i’m having some sort of déjà vu,” he said. “last time you did this, that happened.” he pointed to your baby bump.
you rolled your eyes, swatting the side of his arm then quickly doing up the buttons. “you’re an idiot.”
“hey,” he raised his hands up in defence. “i’m just saying the truth.”
“all fixed,” you announced, lighting patting his chest. “what would you do without me?”
he shrugged, taking some food from the table that was set up in every one of his dressing rooms. “i wouldn’t be living y/n, my fans would make fun of me too much for not knowing how to do buttons.”
you laughed, taking a peek out the window to see a giant crowd of fans in the distance. you remembered going out into those crowds when you toured with shawn, you had a tradition of giving away tickets to a few fans who had none. of course, you kept it a secret because you didn’t want people to get greedy but you missed doing that.
“hey shawn?” you called, closing the curtains so fans couldn’t look in. you stood in front of his spot on the couch, wrapping your arms around his neck. he looked up at you, his hands grabbing your sides. “did i ever tell you how insanely attractive you are?” you smiled. you knew that if you wanted him to agree, you would have to do some kissing up.
“you want something don’t you?” he narrowed his eyes, not being able to keep a straight face.
“you don’t happen to have any extra tickets lying around do you?”
“y/n,” he sighed. “you can’t go out in that crowd. it’s too dangerous for you and the baby.”
“shawn i used to give away tickets all the time before! please, i’ll be fine i promise.” you begged. you wanted nothing more than to get some fresh air. after being in this stuffy dressing room all day, you were in desperate need.
“y/n, you could go into labour at anytime now! it’s way to dangerous and if i let you go out there and something happens i will never forgive myself.”
“nothing is going to happen shawn, i’ll be careful i promise. i really need some fresh air, i feel like i’m suffocating in here. if you’re really that scared, come with me.”
“if i come with you we’ll for sure get mobbed. i’ll get you some extra tickets.” he sighed, finally giving in because he knows you wouldn’t have stopped until he did. “but, you’re going out with security standing close by and i’m going to be watching. if i see anything that doesn’t look normal, you need to come in.”
you nodded, taking the tickets he handed you. some people would think shawn was being too demanding and overprotective but you know he’s just looking out for you and the baby.
“i’m not trying to be harsh baby,” he said, kissing your forehead. “i just want you to be safe and protected at all times. if anything were to happen at one of these shows i would never be able to live with myself.”
“i understand shawn, trust me. but i’m going to be okay out there, especially with everyone watching my every move. nothing is going to happen.”
“you could go into labour at anytime y/n, your due date isn’t that far away.” he said, cupping the side of your face with his spare hand.
you were due on april 21st and today’s date was april 2nd, meaning you were almost full term and the baby could come at any time but she would be early. you had the slightest feeling she would be late though, motherly instincts i guess.
“babies aren’t always born early shawn. she could come when she’s supposed to come.”
“y/n,” he chuckled. “how early were
“5 weeks early,” you mumbled. “okay i see your point but still, i’m going to be fine you can watch from the window or something.”
he reluctantly handed you one more set of tickets and you were off. “be safe out there!” he called.
you met a security guard at one of the entrances of the arena who allowed you to leave, and another one followed you out. you were happy that he wasn’t right behind you, you needed some space. as soon as the door opened you were relieved that nobody was really paying attention to you. everyone was mostly occupied with their phones or talking to their friends as they waited to get into the arena.
as you walked around for a bit you heard a few mutters of “is that y/n?” or “guys look, it’s y/n.” but thankfully the crowd was calm and hadn’t erupted into screams yet.
you began to feel a large amount of pressure on your stomach which you were used to, but never this intense. you shrugged it off thinking it was just braxton hicks.
you noticed a young girl, probably about 6, and another older teenage girl who looked about 16, and their mom standing further away from the crowd. the two girls were wearing t-shirts with your husband’s face on it, but you had never seen those shirts before. they must not have been official merch shirts. the older girl smiled at you, and you decided to go over and talk to them for a bit.
“hi,” you smiled as you approached them.
“oh wow, hi y/n!” the older girl smiled. “would it be okay if we took a picture?”
you nodded, smiling for a picture with the girl and asking for her name. “i’m alessia, and this is alex.” she said, pointing to her little sister who was standing behind her mom.
“aless, who is this?” her mom stepped in. obviously noticing you were very pregnant, her eyes flickered to your ring finger, obviously looking to see if you were married.
“mom, this is y/n. she’s shawn’s wife, you know that already.” alessia stated like she should already know.
the girls’ mom asked you a few questions about your pregnancy which you were happy to answer. eventually the younger girl came from behind her mothers legs and asked for a picture.
“so,” you started. “are you guys coming to watch the show?”
obviously they just thought you were making casual conversation, but you knew what you were doing.
“no,” alessia sighed. “i wish.”
“i tired my hardest to get them tickets but they were so expensive and money is tight right now.” their mom said. “but they wanted to come stand outside for a bit just incase shawn came outside.”
you sighed, you suggest shawn come outside but you understood why he couldn’t.
“well,” you smiled. “i happen to have some extra tickets if you three would like?”
the two girls nodded eagerly, looking at their mother for permission.
“we could ask you to do this,” she said, shaking her head.
“please,” you handed her three front row tickets. “it’s my gift. take them.” she took the tickets, all three of them thanking you many times.
another sharp pain ran through your body although this time it was more noticeable.
“are you okay?” alessia asked, putting her hand on your arm.
“yeah,” you nodded. “i’m okay. she’s just kicking.” you lied. “anyways, i should probably get going but it was nice meeting you guys. have fun later!”
you met a few more fans, giving them tickets and making them promise they wouldn’t say a word about it. you forgot to tell the first family not to say anything, you really hoped they wouldn’t. as for the pains, they didn’t fade away. in fact, they were getting more intense but you didn’t want to go inside just yet. you were sure everything was fine. the fact that you were in pain was more noticeable now, almost everyone was asking if you were okay. you were sure shawn knew something was going on because at one point even your security guard asked if everything was okay.
you handed the last group of fans some tickets as you felt the sharpest pain followed by a trickle of water going down your leg.
“shit,” you mumbled, noticing that your dress was now soaked with water and there was a small puddle under you. the girls noticed what happened and were definitely all recording you but you didn’t care at this point. you were in too much pain to walk back into the arena and find shawn. you noticed a bunch of people from shawn’s team walking out of the main entrance, followed by your husband. he knew exactly where you were standing so he was at your side immediately. the rest of the team followed close behind, andrew was on the phone with who you hoped was 911 for an ambulance.
“y/n,” shawn said. putting his arm around your shoulder and his other hand on your stomach. “is everything okay?”
“yeah,” you breathed. you assumed you were having a contraction, which would explain the pains you’ve been having all day. “i’m in labour though.”
“what?” shawn practically yelled.
“my water broke,” you motioned to the puddle of water a few feet away. you managed to move a few feet in the time it took for shawn to find you.
“shawn why would i joke about this?”
you felt another contraction hit, while shawn yelled at someone to call an ambulance even though it was already on the way. you could hear the sirens in the distance already.
“holy shit y/n this is really happening!” he exclaimed, kissing the side of your head.
“yeah, 3 weeks early.”
the ambulance pulled up next
to you after a few more
minutes. they helped you onto the gurney and shawn followed behind them.
“let’s go have a baby,” he said as the nurses closed the ambulance doors. “3 weeks early.”
Erica grimaced as her maternity skirt gave up the fight and slid down her belly. He had done it to her again, and this time her biggest maternity clothes weren’t big enough.
She had already given him 8 kids in five pregnancies, but it was never enough for him. He loved breeding her and she loved being bred. As soon as she was in heat he bent her over their bed and fucked her as hard as he could.
“Fuck me baby! Fill me with your cum,” Erica moaned. As she felt his cock expand inside her she came hard. “Oh God baby! Make me huge!” she screamed. “Fill me with your babies!” She blacked out as he unleashed rope after rope of potent seed into her.
It was no surprise to her three weeks later when the test came back positive. She knew she was a good breeder. She was prone to multiples, so it didn’t catch her off guard when she started showing at 10 weeks along. But when she looked full term at five months along, she needed to know how many her stud put inside her.
Erica posed for her husband as he came home from work. Her maternity clothes giving up the fight and not containing her girth anymore. “Guess who put five of his squirming babies inside of me?” she asked.
I came out to most of my irl friends, so I may as well come out to you guys, too. I’ve known for years that I was different, first in sexuality, and now in gender. I’ve known for ages that this - who I am now - just isn’t me. I never came to full terms with it until now, because I’ve never felt so strongly about it until recently. But god am I ready to change who I am. I can’t keep on like this. I’m not a girl. I hate being a girl. I hate being in this body. Every day I wake up and I can’t help but wonder how much better I’d feel if I could just be who I really am, and a girl just isn’t it.
And this sucks because I probably won’t have support from my own family, so I can’t even get on T or get any type of surgeries. Nothing. So this is great. But yeah. Hello. Guess who’s stuck in a girl’s body for probably forever. :’)
y'all wanna argue about the zodiac sign of Beyoncé’s babies and idiotic crackpot theories about Blue being born through a surrogate when the REAL question is what muhfuckin body butter did she use to go damn near full term with twins and have no stretch marks????
I’d love a huge belly full of babies. I want my babies to grow so big in me that I can’t move. Can you do that to me?
Honestly I wouldn’t give you much choice in the matter. I would convince you to take fertility supplements, but the LAN slip it into your food and drink when you weren’t paying attention. Unknowingly you’d get double doses of your supplements daily.
By the time you’re in heat you have so many eggs inside you that you’re uncontrollably horny. I walk in from work and you’re face is already flushed as you’ve been pleasuring yourself all day trying to calm the itch.
I mount you immediately. Taking you from behind and pulling your hair back as I unload into you. I don’t even have to try to make you orgasm. You come the second I part your lips and your greedy pussy drinks all the seed I give you. I cum inside you at least four more times that night. Each time being sure to not waste a drop of my potent seed.
We know you are pregnant within the week. Your symptoms start within days of being bred. You take a home test and it turned positive within seconds. There is no doubt that you are massively knocked up.
Less than two weeks after your breeding and your tits won’t fit in your bra. A month after and your hips have widened enough to make buttoning your pants impossible.
Your belly doesn’t show up until 6 weeks gone, but it comes with a vengeance! You have to announce at 2 months because you can’t hide it anymore. Your belly shows through anything you wear. Somebody got themselves knocked up good.
At three months you are in maternity clothes full time.
I take you to the doctor at four months. You’re already waddling and your belly is peeking out between your pants and your shirt. You hoist yourself on the table for your monogram and giggle at the doctors surprise by your size. “I’m just fertile I guess,” you giggle as he starts to exam you. He mutters something about a bakers dozen and instructs you to rest and eat as much as possible over the next five months.
You continue to grow at an amazing rate. Everyday you are noticeably bigger than the last. You spend your time eating and growing and you can’t wait to get bigger.
By six months you look full term with quints. Your tits have swelled into G cups and you have outgrown everything. I come home from work and see you standing in front of the mirror with your huge tits heavy resting atop your massive belly; so plump and full they almost block your vision. Incredibly turned on by how your body is so entirely owned by my seed, you’re trying to pleasure yourself but your huge bump makes it almost impossible to reach your aching pussy. Your body is so heavy You are already tired from holding up my massive brood.
You see me and drop to your hands and knees in front of the mirror, belly hanging on the floor. I mount you from behind and watch your belly and tits bounce while I fuck you into oblivion.
You grow more and more each day. I help you waddle to the couch every morning and leave you with all of your favorite snacks in arms reach. By the time I get home you’ve grown a couple inches for me each time.
When you reach 7 months your belly is over 80 inches around. Clothes are almost worthless at this point, but you still try. Your FF cup tits don’t fit any bras, but your old tank tops do the job well enough. You still wear maternity yoga pants but they only cover your hips. You’ve grown so large that your belly extends 3 to 4 inches past your sides and you can barley stand on your own much less waddle anywhere.
You have continued to grow at least 2 inches a day and by eight months you are over 120 inches around. Your belly sticks out over a foot on each side and reaches past your knees when you sit.
You can’t stand up on you own, and standing for just a few minutes makes you out of breath. I lift you up to fuck you, but you’re too big to stay on all fours. I lean you against the couch and ravage you from behind as your GG size tits wobble and shake from the fucking. Your belly rubs the carpet and you moan as I unload inside you. You sit down after your workout to rest. You rub your belly to calm our young and smile at me.
9 months along with 13 babies and you are truly massive. Your belly measures over 13 feet around and you’re tits have ballooned to II cups and are already leaking milk to feed your incredible litter.
You can’t move without significant help and you’re stuck on our living room couch. You have to sit with your legs splayed and even then you have to lean back to make room for your gigantic girth.
Leaning over the couch is the only way we can make love, but now your belly rests on the floor as Intake you from behind. You scream and moan as I plow you knowing that the same cock that’s ravaging you now was the cock that put the huge 13 babies into you.
You lay back, satisfied, knowing that soon I’ll be able to put even more into you and you will grow that much bigger.
It had all started as a blind date. Your friends set you up to meet some guy, “someone exotic” they promised. You hadn’t been on a real date in a good while, nothing more than one night hook ups. So against your better judgement, you’d gone along with it.
The date itself had gone surprisingly well. Initially you’d been a little shocked, seeing as from the waist down he was all tentacles. But he was a really nice guy, and the two of you hit it off well. As the date drew to a close, you invited him back to your place, teasing that you knew a way to sneak into your apartment complex’s pool when he seemed reluctant. He agreed finally, and the two of you made your way there.
You threw off your clothes and jumped in, while he slid into the water with a strange grace. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, pressing up against his cool body. You could feel the soft flesh of his tentacles against your hips and legs. Each long appendage caressed and tugged, little suckers teasing over your skin. He broke away from the kiss, panting and gripping your shoulders.
“W-we should stop,” he panted.
“But it was just getting good,” you teased. You kissed at his lips again, feeling him flinch. He made a half hearted attempt to move away, but you kept your arms around him.
“I should go home…”
“You can stay at my place.”
“No, you don’t under-”
You cut him off with another firm kiss, pressing yourself close to him. It took a moment, but soon his arms were around you, holding you almost crushingly tight. Suddenly your back was to the wall, and his tentacles had hold of your legs. His eyes were alight with feral need as he maneuvered you.
“I’m sorry,” he panted.
You could sort of see beneath his tentacles now, and you gasped to realize there was something bulbous and rather large there, almost like a mammal’s balls but…much, MUCH bigger. It was almost translucent, and you could see…movement?
Before you could question it, he pushed you legs up and pulled you half under his mantle. You gasped to feel the tip of his probing cock, crying out in pleasure as it suddenly plunged deep into your hole. His tentacles moved you, working you like a life sized sex toy over his shaft.
“I shouldn’t have met you,” he panted. He hissed and jerked against you, and you could feel that sack against your body. It convulsed, skin around it tightening. “Ah…hah…Fuck I..” He jerked you faster, gripping your arms in both hands. “I’m..in season. I need to implant my young..”
Before he can explain, you felt his cock suddenly spreading at the base, forcing your hole wider with it. He sobbed in a mix of pleasure and pain, forcing you onto the swell over and over. Finally, he kept your bodies flush, grunting and panting intime with the tensing of the heavy sack. Wider and wider, his cock spread you open. You screamed, tried to pull your arms free and push against him, but his grip was iron. Another long grunt, and he let out a sob of relief just as you screamed in agony.
“That’s the head…rest should..be easier.”
“Head?! What the fuck are you-AH!”
He pushed against you, and you felt the ‘head’ working its way deeper into you. His cock swelled and spread, opening you to allow whatever it was to slide into you. You looked down to see your stomach stretching outward, pressing against his. You both cried out as another jerk of his hips pushed whatever it was all the way into you. He shuddered and rest his head against your shoulder.
“That’s..the first one..”
That barely had time to register before he hissed in pain and arched against you again. Once more your hold spread, crowning in reverse around his cock. It didn’t take as long, but the stretch was still just as incredible. With another “head” tying you together, you squirmed and writhed and sobbed, trying to free your limbs and push him away. He held fast.
“It’ll be over soon..” He sounded almost apologetic.
You shuddered and squirmed as the thing wriggled deeper, sliding to meet the first. Your belly now looked like a nearly full term pregnancy, visibly writhing and squirming. He thrust against you once, flooding your hole with seed or slick or whatever, something liquid and viscous. Your belly swelled further, and his grip finally relaxed.
So you slapped the fuck out of him.
“…I deserved that,” he said meekly.
“Damn right you did!” you gasped. Having so much inside you, pushing your organs around, it was hard to breathe, and you were suddenly aware of just how squished your bladder was. “What the hell was that?! Take it out!”
“I..can’t.” He ducked his head, looking at you with sad but earnest eyes. “I’m sorry, I’ll…I’ll do whatever I can. But they’ve implanted by now-”
“They?!” you spat.
You went silent, staring at him. He babbled a moment, something about a weird evolutionary branch of his species where they weren’t entirely one gender or the other, and often had to transfer their unborn offspring to gestate in a new host.
“They won’t hurt you,” he said. He tried to lay a comforting hand on your massive belly but you shoved it away. “…They’ll attach to you like a human baby would, and just draw nutrients off your system.”
“So you put a couple of parasites in me, GREAT! Nice first date you shit head.”
You tried to move away from him, but found your new girth ungainly and awkward. He caught you, and though you tried to push him back, he helped you out of the pool.
“I will take care of you, if you let me,” he said. “I’ll..hell I’ll pay your bills for the next few months, make sure you don’t need-”
“Months!? Just how long is this going to take!?”
“Usually…2 to 3, it depends..” Again, he seemed to shrink back a bit as he crawled out of the pool. “Please..there isn’t anything that can be done now. Even if we force them to detach, it would hurt you as much as them.” You could hardly believe what you were hearing.
“So I’m stuck now, that’s what you’re saying.” You feel yourself shaking. His young, his /babies/ were inside of you now. You could feel them shift and squirm, making you grunt and feel sick.
“I’m sorry…I told you we should have stopped..”
“You’re an asshole.”
“I know…” He offered his hands to help you up. “At least let me get you home.”
“I don’t want you to know where I fucking live,” you snarl. You get up and waddle to your clothes. Your back already hurts, your hole is throbbing and aching from the ridiculous stretch of TWO babies being shoved through it. You feel yourself gape open as you bend over to get your clothes. Your shirt refuses to stretch over your belly.
Strong hands grab you and whirl you around. He holds you tight, fixing you with a firm look.
“This situation sucks, I know,” he said. “But please…/please/ let me help you. Once it’s over, I’ll take them and leave and never bother you again. I know you hate me right now but…I want to make it right.”
You jerk out of his hold and spit another curse at him.
“Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops.” You do your best to jerk your pants back on, then make your way out of the pool area.
You don’t know what you’ll do, but you’ll figure it out. And WITHOUT him.
[EXCLUSIVE] The story behind Sarada Uchiha’s birth revealed!
The artist behind the internationally acclaimed manga series, Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto decides to reveal the outcome of Sarada’s character by publicly attending a live set interview along with other fellow manga drawers, namely Hajime Isayama and Hayao Miyazaki among others. Bleach artist Tite Kubo was unfortunately unable to attend due to wedding preparations with his fiance, Orihime Inoue, scheduled on the same day.
Studio Pierrot surprised all manga fans by holding a one hour special in which fans would be able to ask their preferred favourite author a question of their choice. Not surprisingly, Kishimoto himself was a popular choice among fans, bombarded with interesting yet thought provoking questions.
Among others, one young female who claims she is a huge fan of Sasuke and Sakura, argumentatively the most popular couple in the series, decided to ask Kishimoto the circumstances behind the birth of Sarada and why her birthday is the 31st of March. Kishimoto replied with a wonderful answer.
“When Naruto first started, I told the main voice actors; Nakamura-san and Noriyaki-san. Sasuke and Sakura will be together in the end. But I also wanted to add my own twist to their love story. I wanted them to be different. Sasuke and Sakura are married, they are content and happy. But instead, Karin became the mother of Sarada.” Kishimoto said.
“Although I am disappointed in your resolution, why is this?”, the fan questioned.
“Overall, there are many different kinds of families, and I wanted them to be realistic. For example. My friend here Kubo-san has finally made plans to marry the main female lead of his manga, Bleach. Even if she does not physically exist, Inoue-san does to the hearts of many. This is the same for me, but with my wife, Hinata who has given birth to our son, Boruto.” Kishimoto answered.
The audience sat quietly, agreeing and coming into full terms with Kishimoto’s wise words. Another fan piped in, also wanting confirmation about facts.
“What are the reasons behind Sarada’s birth?”, they asked.
“Sarada Uchiha’s birthday is March 31st. She was conceived on Sasuke’s birthday, when he and Karin reunited while he was on his road to redemption. I decided to make her the mother in order to empower the lesson learnt in Naruto Gaiden, which is my recent manga. I wanted the readers to understand that bonds are stronger than blood, hence Sakura and Sarada’s close, tight knit relationship with each other”, Kishimoto replied.
If trumps wall takes 16 years to build and if somehow God forbid trump does a full 2 terms I will run for president in 2024 and my first action as president would be to knock the damn thing down. I will personally take a pickaxe and go to town
-Piper was the first to find out. She accidentally walked in on him working on just his binder because it was hot. He explained it to her nervously and she hugged him and told him she’d always support him.
-Jason was the next to find out. This time because Leo actually told him of his own volition. He got it pretty fast and was right there with Piper supporting him.
-Jason and Piper later found out that the entire Hephaestus cabin knew already.
-Leo later told everyone about his gender identity and was met with a full house in terms of support.
-When Will and Nico left camp, Will pursued his career in surgery, eventually offering Leo top surgery.
-Leo accepted and after two weeks recovery, returned to his mechanics with the biggest grin on his face.
-Years later he made the decision not to get the bottom surgeries, happy with his body.
-Everyone respected his decision. Including, of course, Festus, who stood by guarding Leo through his entire recovery after top surgery.
So yep. I didn’t include Calypso in this because writing her makes me feel mildly uncomfortable. I don’t know why I just don’t like her.
Request: Can u do an demon au of jungkook bts, where he falls in love with a human and he’d do anything to get his love. Thank lots of love towards your work 💕💕💕
‘I wasn’t meant to love so I cannot’ you read the blood red letters on the paper in confusion. You crumpled the paper as you felt your eyes water, you were played when he promised he cared. Promised he loved. He promised you so much and now he left you alone, to wallow. All he could do was watch you beat yourself up over him. It should have brought him joy but he had grown to like you but you were to never trust a demon with the word love. They don’t know what the feeling is not anymore.
Yet Jeongguk could feel it. And it hurt him more than anything.
Your head was against the wall as you held the test in front of you. “You piece of shit” you hiss as you threw the test. “This isn’t fair” you say shakily as you smacked your head against the wall. “You keep ruining my life Jeongguk” you whisper as you laid yourself down on the floor. Your eyes grew tired as you laid there and soon you found yourself asleep on the floor.
Jeongguk looked down at you before he picked up the test “a halfling” he whispers at the positive test. He put it down again and picked you up. He brought you to your bed and laid you down, he expected to leave right away but he remained standing there. He laid down on the bed and stared at your face “I’ll be with you” he whispers knowing you could hear him in your dreams “I do lo-ve you” he spoke as the word was hard to stay together when he truly meant it. “Be angry with me but not the baby, it has done nothing” he continues. He felt lighter as a tiny smile came to your face as you slept.
You went through your days alone for the most part. Your doctor questioned how far you were because by your third month you were the size of someone 6 months along. A single baby. The features were growing as she was getting to full term so quickly.
“How far are you?” the woman with a small bulge on her asked “3 months” you responded. Her eyes looked confused as she looked at her own “so am I” she spoke as you were unsure what was wrong with you. You stroked your stomach as your daughter kicked hard. You glanced back over to see the lady texting away on her phone.
After your appointment they told you your child was nearly ready for birth and nothing scared you more. You still weren’t told want was wrong with you. “Excuse me ma'am” you hear as you turned you were shoved back first into the door of your car. A cross was placed against your head and the male looked confused. He opened a bottle and forced your mouth open as the liquid rapidly poured into you. You started coughing. “You’re not burning” he mumbled before he went flying backwards.
“Hasn’t anyone taught you to respect a pregnant woman” a voice hissed as you knew exactly who’s it was. It was the voice you had been hearing every night now. “Your your a” the man stuttered at Jeongguk who’s eyes shifted “and that’s my baby” he hissed as he moved towards the male who took off running in fear as Jeongguk turned to you with his black eyes. Your back was already planted against the car so you had no where to go.
He stepped forward and your eyes shut in fear before his hands lightly touched your shoulders. “You’re fine correct” he asked as he went to wipe your mouth. His skin started to singe as you looked confused watching the smoke rise off. “I’m not human” he told you calmly as the burning sensation stopped. “That baby. Is half of a damned being” he continued. “What-ah” you tried to say as you clutched your stomach. His arms went around you as he brought your head to his chest and when you were pulled back you were in a completely different place.
“Jeongguk why did you bring a human-” the male stopped as he took on your appearance. “Just help” Jeongguk spoke as he brought you to an old bed. “This is not a sanitary place to have her give birth” the male said as he began undoing your pants. You tried to move back as he laughed “pregnant doesn’t do it for me honey” he spoke as he tugged them off. He grabbed ahold of your underwear as you backed away again. “He’s helping” Jeongguk nearly yelled as he took your face into his hands “just do as he says” he spoke as your body loosed and he proceeded to help you.
You let out a harsh sob as Jeongguk held both of your hands. He had moved behind you and allowed you to push against him as you pushed out the hell spawn. “I can’t” you sob out as the pain kept getting worse. “Your daughter needs you to” he whispers into your ear “one more hard push” he continued as he squeezed your hands. You let out a yell as so your body screamed for you to stop before cries graced the room. You felt light headed as you laid back onto him. “Thank you Yoongi” Jeongguk spoke as Yoongi held the newborn “I can’t cut the cord at the moment” he said as Jeongguk gestured for him to bring his daughter to you. Your arms quickly took hold of the tiny baby.
Your daughter opened her eyes as you smiled “Sinwoo” Jeongguk spoke. You simply nodded it having a name in mind yourself. He stared down for a moment before he felt something falling down his tanned cheek. A fresh tear. It wasn’t fake, it was a genuine emotional tear. It reminded Jeongguk that he was once a human like you. He was once able to understand every emotion. But he knew that it was a tear of love and pride falling from his eye. Soon Yoongi returned to the room holding medical equipment “just be lucky I know how to do this” he mumbles as Jeongguk nods. “I’ll clean her up” Jeongguk told you as you grabbed his face with your free hand and kissed him deeply.
“Who would have guessed Jeungguk would father anything” Hoseok spoke as he glanced down at the sleeping infant. “Don’t touch it. Who knows what modern day babies carry” Taehyung spoke as Hoseok rolled his eyes. “Piss and vomit” Hoseok comments as he reached down touching the child’s stomach lightly. The eyes opened and he quickly saw the black clear as day before they shifted back to their brown they pair shared a look before glancing down at the newborn. Cries soon left Sinwoo as Jeongguk smashed the two males heads together before shoving them away. He carefully picked her up before he appeared beside you. You tiredly took her from him after Yoongi fixed you up Jeongguk had been taking care of you. You cooed as Sinwoo curled into you “I love you” he spoke without a single stutter. “I really do” he continues. “I know” you whisper as he glanced down at his daughter again
It was never easy for Jack to settle on just one girl. It wasn’t in his nature. He thrived on the attention he received, he prided himself on always being the friend to pick up the most girls on the weekends. He was the infamous player; it was a reputation he didn’t think he would ever be able to shake. And he didn’t know if he wanted to. What was the fun in that?
But then there was her. There was something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. All he knew was that she was absolutely alluring. Maybe it was the way her hair framed her face, and her constant efforts to tuck loose strands behind her ear. Maybe it was the fact that he couldn’t walk by a flower shop without remembering how enticing her scent was on the night they first met. Maybe it was that she was one of the few people who could genuinely make him laugh until his stomach hurt. Or that she was the last thing he caught himself thinking about before he fell asleep each night.
Worst of all, he knew exactly how she felt about him. Too many shots led to accidental shared secrets behind her slurred words last Friday night. She couldn’t remember a thing that happened the next day, but her announcement was on repeat in his head.
“Jack,” she whined, cupping his face in her right hand, a drink in her left.
“Yes, (Y/N)?” He smiled.
She pursed her lips slightly before she continued. “You know that you’re one of the only guys I’ve ever loved? I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. I really do love you.”
He took a deep breath before responding. It wasn’t exactly what he was planning on hearing when he walked into the club that night.
“You don’t mean that, (Y/N), you’re drunk,” he answered, gently pushing her arm to her side, trying to reason with her.
“Yes I am, but yes I do,” she answered, giggling up at him. “I know it’s stupid of me to.”
In that moment, his heart stopped. The contents of his drink almost spilled out from shock. He didn’t know what to do, or what to say. He evaded the conversation by excusing himself to the bar. He ran his fingers around the rim of the glass, trying desperately to process what (Y/N) had just confessed. Her? In love with him? Sure she didn’t think Jack was good enough for her.
For the next few days, Jack went back and forth with himself for hours. He knew he had always felt the tiniest bit of something for her, but he had never come to full terms with it. There were always new girls waking up in his bed, new numbers in his phone. He didn’t have the time to think about his love for (Y/N). Was it love? Maybe it was.
To be honest, he was scared out of his mind. It was the first time in years that he was nervous about the potential of being with someone. He hadn’t thought about having a girlfriend for what seemed like forever. He was busy having too much fun to be caught up with the drama that comes with relationships. But he couldn’t forget what she told him. Her words may have been slurred but the sincerity in her eyes was there. She was in love with him.
“Is she worth giving it all up for?” Jack thought, sitting at his desk, distracting himself from getting any work done. What if it all went sour? It would be time and a friendship that he could never get back. He didn’t think he could make her happy. At some point, he would be bound to to mess it up. He was scared of ruining her. It would kill him if he were ever the reason she was unhappy.
But what if it all worked out? It would be weekends out where he couldn’t play his usual games, he would only be allowed to dance with (Y/N). It would be giving her all of his attention whether he liked it or not. He would finally have to put someone else before himself.
He knew he couldn’t sit in the same room with her and pretend he didn’t know how she felt. Rather, he knew he couldn’t keep pretending that she wasn’t everything he had once described as someone he would want to end up with one day. Her humor, her drive, her compassion for everyone around her. She was selfless, something he wasn’t.
All the times she had been the one to take care of him when he could hardly stand without ever asking for anything in return. When she was the one who remembered the smallest details about him that even his brother forgot. Or seeing how she interacted with his family when he introduced her for the first time. When he realized he was terrified of hearing her call any other guy hers.
He imagined everything his friends would say if it actually happened. The Jack Maynard settling down with just one girl? They’d never let him live it down. It was a rarity he showed any bit of emotion, and he was about to do a complete 180.
It was now or never. If he didn’t stop sitting around contemplating what to do with his feelings, someone else would see how breathtaking she was before he could get the chance to tell her how he felt.
The hardest part was trying to put it all into words. He must have typed, deleted, and retyped everything a thousand times. Sentences turned to paragraphs and yet nothing was coming out just how he wanted. In this case, maybe less was more. Maybe he didn’t need a novel to say it in just the right way. His thumb grazed over the ‘send’ button, rereading it once more before gathering up enough courage to press it.
“(Y/N), I know you don’t remember telling me, but I love you too. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to realize.”