pregnant stomach

Back Alley Encounters

“Clock out everyone! I wanna go home!” As soon as the store manager activated the alarm, they all quickly filed out.

Everyone got into their cars and drove away for the night. Unfortunately you had to walk. Being a poor college student with a lousy part time job didn’t allow for luxuries such as a car. The dorms were still almost an hour walk away..

You sighed, heading down your usual route. The city wasn’t so bad at night, as long as you avoided the troubled neighborhoods.

Tonight was pretty humid too. You unbuttoned your sweaty shirt, hanging it over your shoulder. You weren’t exactly as toned as most guys you saw around school, but you weren’t boney either. A little bit of pudge here and there, but at a healthy weight.

What you were always teased about was your soft curves. You couldn’t help having a slightly more rounded rear end.. and consequently wider looking hips..

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you nearly tripped over something. You didn’t get a good look as it suddenly slithered away into the dark alley

“What the hell?!” You jumped back, squinting to get a better look. The street lights were too dim for you to see what it was. With a hesitant step forward you suddenly felt something latch itself around your ankle and yank!

Your head hit the concrete hard and your vision began to fade…

When you finally came to, it took a while for your vision to clear. An occasional car drove by in the distance, but no voices, or trains.. it was late.. you tried rubbing your eyes but your head wouldn’t stop pounding.

As soon as you moved to get up something tightened around your ankle. It was the same think that your tripped over! It was long, rubbery and slimy! You could feel it soaking into your shoe and sock.

“Listen! I don’t want any trouble! You can take my m-mphh!” Something shoved itself straight past your lips and deep down your throat. Your gagged, quickly reaching up to grab at it and yank it out, but it didn’t budge!

Your arms were pulled back and secured around the wrists. “Mmm! Mmpph!” You struggled trying to kick and pull at whatever it was that was restraining you.

Something warm trickled down your throat and soon enough it was gushing out in large amounts, filling your stomach. You felt the affects almost immediately as it seemed to spread inside. Your stomach gurgling as it rounded out a bit more, hips widening and your soft rear end filling in further.

You moaned, not realizing how aroused you were until your pants were suddenly too tight.

More love juices flowed into your stomach. “Uughnn..” your mouth was forced wide open to accommodate the slimy tentacle. You wanted to scream for help or anything but whatever it was feeding you felt so pleasant and warm.. addictive. And definitely arousing.

Just as you thought it couldn’t get worse than this, another tentacle crept it’s way up your belt line. Your pants were now straining against your tented arousal and your firm belly. In a quick swoop, they were down around your ankles, along with your underwear.

You tried kicking and thrashing, not liking where this was going. A few more dark slimy tentacles joined in, some pulling your shirt up enough to tease your hardened nipples.

Another wrapped around your engorged manhood, slowly pumping it.

Your back arched beautifully at the surprise stimulation. You wanted it to keep going but at the same time you wanted to just run! This was insane! It has to be some crazy nightmare!

Your paled when you felt a teasing nudge at your puckered entrance. No! Please no! No there! This was not how you wanted to lose your virginity!

It kept poking and swirling around, almost testing the waters before it just plunged right in!

“MMHHH!” You cried out, feeling the thick intrusion force its way inside. It was so big, stretching you way beyond what you could have ever imagined!

It stayed still inside you, not moving. You whimpered, tears in your eyes. What was it going to do to you? Would it rip you apart from the inside? Or fill you until you explode? So many possibilities went through your mind. You didn’t even notice that the pain was slowly starting to fade.

It was secreting a bit of a numbing fluid for the pain. Your stretched hole clenched and quivered, sucking the tentacle further inside. You saw white as it rubbed against your sweet spot. You needed it to do that again.. Right now.

As if on cue, that same spot was pushed against, over and over. You moaned, hips moving on their own, to meet with every thrust. Your head was too clouded with the aphrodisiacs filling your body. Every little touch brought you closer and closer to orgasm.

But then the thrusting stopped. A larger burst of liquids flooded your insides. Your stomach was even bigger now, so round and tight, looking almost 5 months pregnant!

The tentacle was still, but you felt something moving. Something stretched your opening even further, sliding down the safe passage the tentacle created. It settled into your stomach, feeling much heavier than the liquid. A few more came after it, and you realized what they were.. Eggs! You shook your head, trying to push down to force them out, vbut they just kept coming! Your stomach swelled as more and more eggs settled in your lower abdomen.

You definitely felt heavier as your kept growing and growing, your pecks now small perky breasts.

But somehow this was only turning you on! The feeling of fullness. The warm life inside you.. you cried out, bucking your hips as you climaxed over your monstrous belly.

Once all the eggs were deposited into the safety of their new incubator, the tentacles released you. All but the one still inside. You felt a strange sensation, almost as if it was opening up. It roughly thrust into your walls, spitting out a sticky substance. It spread more of it all along your canal until it was finally back out at your entrance once more. It sealed up your twitching hole, and finally left you peace.

As soon as you found the strength, you pushed your massive self up and ran. Or stumbled..

You were so heavy that even holding your stomach didn’t relieve the pain in your back. You couldn’t see your feet, you couldn’t see the ground past your pregnant belly! You just had to try getting as far away from that thing as possible! Go home and figure this out! If anyone saw you like this they might take you away and experiment on you!

It wasn’t long before you felt something lurch inside you. The incredibly strong urge to push hit you out of nowhere. You could feel the eggs slowly making their way back down to your lower intestines. They were all just piling lower and lower and you needed to get them out!

You hurried off behind a dumpster and squatted, spreading your legs as wide as you could. You pushed and pushed but nothing came out! “Aagh! Get out!” You cried. Why wasn’t anything coming out?!

You reached behind you, hoping that maybe spreading your opening a bit would help. But you were stopped when you felt something hard. It was kind of gooey but your fingers couldn’t push through. What did that thing do to you?! Is this why these things wouldn’t come out?!

You failed to notice the other presence lurking behind you and soon enough you were in the tentacles clutches again.

You groaned and cried as the contractions became more painful. You had to push! “Please! I need them out! Urrgh! It hurts!”

It just held you, spreading your legs wide and leaving you open and exposed. Why was it doing this?! Did it get pleasure out of torturing you?

A new sensation overwhelmed you. Something popped inside you! A small writhing mass wiggled against your walls, moving some eggs around as it traveled closer and closer to your entrance.

You felt more pops and more wriggling tentacles, all fighting to get out. Your stomach lurched as they poked and prodded, trying to find the exit.

“AAAGHH! PLEASE! GET THEM OUT!” Your back arched as the pressure continued to build. You didn’t understand how you could be hard right now! These things were trying to force their way out of your body!

It was then that the larger tentacle started massaging your entrance, or licking at it? You felt something dripping down your ass as suddenly your hole was free again!

But that didn’t ease the pain as the pressure that had built up was getting more intense. The babies squirmed and wiggled their way down your birth canal. Each one different than the last. Some small and some large, stretching your abused hole.

One by one they dropped onto the pavement and slithered away. Your belly slowly deflating as they all burrowed their way out.

By the time the last one dropped, you passed out. Some stayed and gathered around you. Others playing with your entrance almost affectionately. You were their mother, their incubator. You completed their final stage of birth…

You groaned, clutching your head as a powerful migraine took over. The sun was up and it was probably about mid-day. You remembered what happened late last night and scrambled up, expecting to have a pregnant stomach again but.. But you were okay. You looked a bit heavier that was for sure, but at least you looked normal.. you found your shirt and squeezed into it, searching for your pants as well but they wouldn’t fit past your ass!

You ran to the bus stop, hoping you had enough change leftover to get you back home. Whatever happened last night would go to the grave with you.. no one could know. Maybe you’d take a few weeks off from school, quit your dead end job and move back in with your parents for a while.. a flight wouldn’t be cheap, but you’d have to manage somehow.

What you didn’t know was that your babies had spread all throughout the city overnight. Waiting for their next victim to mate and impregnate.

What you didn’t know, was that inside of you, you carried a special egg. One that would hatch soon enough and continue the cycle.


Hi! Okay so I love tentacles and eggs! And I saw this request and I wanted to try so here it is! I’m new to writing nsfw so hopefully you like it!

I bet even if Touka had the pregnant stomach Kaneki would still be oblivious. 

Touka: *preggo belly*


Kaneki: Touka-chan, you probably shouldn’t eat so much. I know we’re down here secluded from the rest of the outside world, but please bare with me here.

Crazy Cravings | Tom Holland

Summary: In which Tom Holland has to somehow find a way to satisfy his wife’s crazy pregnancy cravings…

Warning: none

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Type: Oneshot

Requested: anonymously


The beautiful light of day had long since ebbed and dwindled to nothing, now that midnight had steadily approached. The air was slowly becoming cooler and damper than it had been. It was a pretty clear night, the glimmering starlight and the radiance of the bright moon illuminating the dark sky.

The area of Southwest London had been asleep for a long time, all the houses showcasing that their lights had been turned off hours ago and that all the souls inside were fast asleep. Though in one particular house, one soul refused to go to sleep. Instead, she lay wide awake.

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Kid friendly//Happy Lowman

Info: When the club has to go on lock down, the clubhouse is ruled as unsafe, they need somewhere else to go. Happy gives up his house, having to reveal his secret family to the sons.

Warnings: swearing

Originally posted by rideimagines

“Lock down, we all know it. But this time, the clubhouse is too close, too vulnerable” Jax announces.

“What’s that mean?” Tig asked.

“We need to stay at someones house, is anyone willing to put their place up for us to stay until we’re clear?” Jax clarified.

“We’d still be protected the same, right?” Happy voiced, considering giving up his place.

“Of course, same rules and same protection. Just a different location, less alcohol”

“If no one else has a place, we can stay at mine. But if anything happens-”

“Hey, what are you so worried about? It’s just you there and you’re a son”

Happy fell silent, trying to think “I got a dog, man”

Everyone laughed, it wasn’t a lie. He had a dog that he loved a lot, but he also had a family. A wife, pregnant with twins, along with the three they currently have. If anything happened to them, he’d never forgive himself.

While he was thinking, no one else offered their place but he didn’t hear until Jax was telling everyone to go to his place.

“No crow eaters” Happy said seeing that they started to find sons to get rides with.

He wasn’t willing to give up that he had a family just yet. It would happen eventually but he wasn’t ready. Too many people, too loud and too far away. Shit could still go wrong.

Everyone groaned in response, Tig the loudest. But Jax agreed to it, knowing Happy was already giving up his residence to them. So on the road they went, following Happy on his bike to his house. it was quite far from TM, wanting to keep his family as safe as he could, and that meant an hours drive to and from the clubhouse.

When they pulled up, he waited for everyone else to arrive. As they started getting off their bikes and no more engines were rumbling he had something to say.

“Just, stay out here for a second” He said and stepped inside, his dog running from between his legs.

Everyone looked around, confused. Tig didn’t ask questions, distracted with Happy’s dog.

“That drive was long” Juice said “He’s got a nice place up here though”

“Yeah, pretty big” Jax agreed “You know, he likes to be secluded”

The others speculated outside while Happy was calming a frantic y/n. She was pregnant and stressed out with the kids all alone. So when Happy’s whole club showed up at their front door, she flipped.

“What the fuck is happening?” She asked.

“We gotta go on lock down, we can’t stay at the club house” He spoke calmly.

“You know this means all you’ve worked for, keeping us away from the club, is gone. Your year of an hours drive to and from work, in any weather, not letting anyone come over, leaving parties early. Just to come home to us without drawing any attention, means nothing”

“I know what it means, but this is my club, aside from you guys, they’re my family. They will keep us safe, I promise. I’ll keep us safe”

She stayed quiet, thinking about it but then gave up. She knew what this meant to him. She nodded in agreement.

“Where are Elena, Giselle and Mason?” He asked referring to his three children.

“In their room, napping”

“Explains why their weren’t yanking at my ankles as soon as I got home. Just trust me, baby” He spoke, pulling her in for a kiss.

From outside, Jax and Chibs had gotten curious. They peeked in a window, though the blinds they could see inside, Happy kissing a pregnant woman. Tig saw and joined the viewing party.

“He said no crow eaters!” He shouted.

“That ain’t a crow eater, Tiggy. That’s his old lady. See her ring? And her crow right on her goddamn forearm” Chibs said, patting his shoulder.

When Happy started to walk to the door again, the boys stepped away from the window. He motioned his hands, letting them know they could come inside. Filing in, one by one, y/n took in their faces as they took in hers, as well as her seven month pregnant stomach. No words were spoken until everyone came inside and Happy started the conversation. That was something he didn’t so often but knew that this was his topic to cover.

“Brothers, this is my wife, y/n. We, uh, we have three kids right now. They’re three, four and seven. Now currently, y/n is carrying our next two, due in two months” he said with a smile, excited to meet them.

He was nervous to see their reactions, but let out a breath when they all broke out with smiles. Introducing themselves to y/n and getting along nicely. Jax pulled him to the side.

“Why didn’t you tell us, man?” He asked as he wrapped his arm around Happy.

“I know what danger I’d put them in if I affiliated them with the club, letting everyone know she was my old lady, mother of my kids”

“We won’t let anything happen, Happy. Understand that now, okay? We got this shit under control, they’re our family too. Now where are the other three?”

“Should be asleep, that’s what y/n told me” he led him to Elena’s room, she was the oldest and had her own room but y/n liked them napping all together.

He opened the door, Mason and Giselle asleep next to each other on a small sofa in the room. Elena was awake but stayed quiet, letting her siblings sleep. Happy smiled seeing them.

“Why aren’t you with mom, baby?” Happy asked Elena.

“I heard you guys talking so I stayed here” She replied “Who’s that?”

“This is Jax, a friend of dad’s. I’ve got a lot of friends over, baby, gonna stay here for a while” Happy explained to his daughter.

As they walked back out, Elena joined them, Jax introduced her to Abel and Thomas. Tara and y/n already getting along fine, Gemma watched her kids mingling with Happy’s.

“Kid friendly lock down, nice” Tig said rolling his eyes.

Happy punched him somewhat hard “I didn’t see you offering your house, asshole”

“It’s a joke, man. I’m happy for ya, not joking there” He said and pulled Happy in for a hug.

“Better not be”

Becoming a Father Overnight Part Ten

Series Summary- Jared x Daughter!Reader. Jared Padalecki’s life is flipped upside down when he gets a call from a teenage girl saying she’s his daughter.

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

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Y/n let out a deep breath as the taxi turned down another residential street. In just minutes she was going to be getting out at her dad’s house. HER DAD’S HOUSE. It still hadn’t sunk in for the seventeen-year-old.

She squeezed her eyes closed and counted to ten, when she opened them again, the car was sitting outside a large house. The driver turned around in his seat, “We’re here.”

Y/n managed to give him a weak smile, as she handed him the money and slide out from the car. Y/n grabbed her bag from the trunk, then stepped back, watching as the taxi drove off down the street. She turned and faced the house, taking her first good look at it.

Y/n hesitantly started forward, and passed through the front gate. She paused in front of the door for a while, raising her hand, but retreating before she knocked, multiple times.

“Get it together, Y/n” she hissed to herself. “Just knock already.”

She raised her hand and quickly knocked on the door. It was only a moment before the door swung open. Her breath caught as she saw Jared standing in the doorway.

Jared froze for a second as he caught his first glance of his daughter in person. She was really here and man, she really did look just like him! A smile instantly broke out across his face, “Hi.”

Y/n timidly smiled back at him, “Hi.”

Jared reached out and pulled her in for a tight hug. Caught off guard at first, Y/n soon hugged him back. He was warm and soft; and Y/n felt safe and right at home with him already.

Y/n wasn’t sure how long they stood there in the hall hugging, but eventually she started to pull away, looking up at the man towering over her, “Hi.”

“I’m pretty sure you already said that,” Jared chuckled.

Y/n blushed and looked at the floor, “Haha, right. Sorry, umm… I’m Y/n.”

Jared laughed again, “I figured. I’m Jared, your dad.”

They stood there in silence, looking each over. Man, was he tall! Y/n’s eyes sweep across the foyer, up the stairs and into what she could see of the rest of the house. The dining room was to the right, and the kitchen and family room seemed to be to the left and the back.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Jared said breaking the quiet. “It felt like the morning dragged on waiting for you to get here.”

A grin broke across Y/n’s face, “Me too. I couldn’t sit still during the flight, I just wanted to be here already.”

“Well, everyone is outside dying to meet you,” Jared turned toward the back of the house and motioned for Y/n to follow him. She dropped her bag and let Jared lead her down the hall and through the kitchen. He slid open the back door and stepped onto the patio with Y/n close behind.

“Daddy!” Y/n heard a child’s voice shout, “Who was at the door? Was it Y/n? When is she gonna be here?”

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Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Prompt : 7. “You’re pregnant?” 11. “You bought us a house?” - Requested by anon

Originally posted by nerdyfandomimagines

You sat in the passenger seat, feeling your stomach churn as you went over and over how you were going to tell Bucky the news. 

He wanted to take you out for a drive, and being alone, you thought this would be the perfect time to tell him. Though you were scared of what his reaction would be. 

“Hey-” He drawled out, slipping his hand in to yours. “Are you okay?” 

Snapping out of your daze, you looked to him and flashed a soft smile. 

“Y-Yeah. Im fine.” You lied. 

Bucky pulled into a beautiful neighborhood, and parked the car in front of a house. It was breathtaking. Small little home painted white, with a porch. It was something you and Bucky would talk about. 

“You know you can always talk to me Y/N.” He said, turning his body to you, meeting your gaze. “No matter what it is.”

Looking into his eyes, you felt safe. And suddenly, your worries disappeared. 

“There’s something I need to tell you.” You whispered, looking down at your stomach, one hand caressing your belly. 

Bucky followed your gaze, and immediately knew just what you were going to say. 

“You’re pregnant?” He asked. 

The way he said the word ‘Pregnant’ made your stomach flutter. And now doubt and worry had washed over you. 

“Yes.” You sighed. 

Bucky glanced away, his silence torturing you to no end. 

You could feel yourself grow more concerned with every passing second. What was he thinking? 

“Say something, please.” 

He flashed a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he looked back at you. 

“Y/N, this is amazing.” He exclaimed. 

“Wait, you’re okay with this?” You asked. 

Bucky furrowed his brows, and nodded. “I am more than okay, I am completely happy about this.” He stated. 

Taking your hands into his, he locked his gaze with yours. “Y/N, I love you. You are my family and now, we are going to have a baby to add to our family. It’s beyond anything I could ever ask for.” 

You could feel the tears begin to well in your eyes. This moment right here was the moment you never wanted to forget. 

“There’s a reason I brought you out here.” He muttered. “Welcome home.” 

Snapping your eyes back to the cute little house you were previously awing at, you were hit with confusion. 

“You bought us a house?” 

Bucky nodded leading you to let out a squeal. 

“Oh my gosh” You exclaimed with excitement. “Can we-can we go inside?” 

“Of course.” He chuckled. “Its our home. We can go inside whenever we want.” 

Horrors-style plant

Imagine a Little Shop of Horrors-style plant that gets found by a tall, lanky guy who works in a flower shop. It needs a host to incubate its’ seed pods in, and after much coaxing, he agrees to a single pod. It’s about the size of a cue ball; big enough to leave him sore despite the numbing agent that the plant’s tentacle secretes as it fucks the pod into him, but overall not that bad.

He doesn’t know what it is about the feeling of carrying something inside himself, but it make the guy feel sexy as hell.  When he finally gets home later that night, he strips naked, flops spread eagle onto the bed and starts jerking himself off as his free hand rubs back and forth on his belly. He can’t remember the last time he came so hard.

A few more days go by, and he finds himself on all fours in front of the plant again, pushing the seed pod out. The note of genuine eagerness in his voice is impossible to miss as he asks the plant to fill him up with two or three pods this time, a request which is immediately granted.

This continues for months, the young man steadily asking for more and more pods, stomach getting more and more gravid. He waddles around the flower shop, the odd combination of a pregnant-looking stomach on a rail-thin 21 year old drawing odd glances from coworkers and customers alike.

He quits his job around the time he looks like he ought to be entering his third trimester, but that doesn’t mean he’s finished, oh no. Once an incubation is over, he’ll sell the pods on the deep web, then sneak back into the store after hours (he remembered the passcode to get in) to get himself filled up yet again. Sure, it might not make him a millionaire, and he might have to spend most of his time in his bedroom and wearing XXL t-shirts to avoid awkward questions from his roommates, but it’s worth every minute that he gets to feel himself swollen and packed full with new life.

A Far Away Infinity

I just want to say a million thank yous to all the support this story got. All the notes and kind comments really blew me away. I am so sorry to keep you waiting so long, but life has been tricky. My writing may be a little rusty, forgive me. I really hope you enjoy this last part. It has been so much fun to write. Again, thank you for all your love and support over these last few months. It means the world!

Epilogue // Some infinities are bigger than others //

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

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It’ll Be Okay

Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia

Word count: 1838

Characters: Peter x reader, Susan

Warnings: pregnancy, vomiting, Peter getting nervous

Summary: Requested by @penfullofwordsaheadfullofstories. Peter doesn’t know how to react when he finds out about your pregnancy.

You let your pen drop to your desk triumphantly, just to the side of the letter you’d been writing. Your signature was still shining on the page. You had spent far too long working on that- you weren’t the skilled writer that Susan or Edmund were. Still, it was done now. You could send it later.

It felt good to get to your feet and stretch. Deep orange sunlight tumbled through the window and over your writing desk. You had worked right through the afternoon without realising it.

As if to punctuate the realisation, your stomach gave a disgruntled mutter. You rubbed it absent-mindedly. Dinner wouldn’t be served until Peter and Lucy returned from their ride, and that wouldn’t be for a few hours yet. Perhaps, if you went down to the kitchens, they would have something there that you could eat to keep yourself going.

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Hayley's a hateful b*%#h (18+) (Expansion)

Oh how the mighty have fallen. How could someone once the cream of the crop now be a national embarrassment? But to answer this question I have to go back. Her name was Hayley Winford. She was a rich, preppy, and popular upperclassmen at Montclair High. She spent her lunch periods with multiple different rich white lacrosse players on multiple different days. She was prom queen junior year, and prom queen senior year. Hayley had it all. Including a killer frame. She was a soccer player so she had a flat toned stomach she liked to show off at any occasion, toned thighs and a perky ass, and a pair of store bought double-d’s. If there was a stereotype for the white American teenager this was it.

It was only when the fat people hate Instagram page showed at Montclair High. She was an active contributor to the page and proud of it. She knew no matter how controversial and offensive the things she said were that she wouldn’t be punished. She was untouchable. She was notorious for roaming the halls and belittling any fat kids that wandered into her view. Still she was respected and loved, nothing was too far for her to not be under the umbrella of “Feisty”. Little did all of her friends and fans know what would happen to her next and how this whole incident would come back to bite her.
January 06, 2017: Hayley was on her usual walk home down the quiet suburban upper class neighborhood. For once she wasn’t walking with a friend or an ex or an ex-friend. Witnesses say a gray van pulled up next to her and honked its horn twice before a man wearing a black balaclava and black tank top grabbed her by the throat and dragged her into the back of the van. She wasn’t seen again for nearly 48 hours. In that time news stations across the country exploded with reports of the rich, white, Christian girl who’s been kidnapped. They broadcasted slideshows of hayley’s half naked body from her swimming days, pictures of her with her other white friends, pictures of her at Catholic school. The perfect missing white girl story. It was the perfect bite for newscasters to spew up. But a nightmare for Hayley Winford

Some students called it karma. Others called it terrorism. Some even called it an act of God. But all I know are the facts. January 9th, Wednesday morning 7:00 am. Students began to filter into Montclair High School all standing around on the campus green with cups of coffee waiting for their friends to show up. In the front of the school there was a large red curtain covering the school’s main stage. It drew students attention as they began to gather around. At the exact sound of the first bell, the curtain fell. It revealed Hayley Winford, standing on stage in a pair of panties and a bra, metal shackles around her ankles fixing her to the pole back stage. Students all gasped

“Hayley?” Frightened voices whispered through the crowd. “Yo, she’s hot af” a voice yelled from the audience. Student faculty members began sprinting towards the stage to get her down, when the loudspeaker system of the school turned on. A deep modulated voice called out “Take another step, and the girl dies.” The faculty members froze in their tracks and the audience fell silent.

“My name is unimportant, but my message is paramount.” The robotic voice said menacingly.

“The young woman you see before you is a supporter of hate speech, racism, and homophobia. She must be punished for her uncivilized treatment of others and abhorrent beliefs.” The voice droned. Chuckles of disbelief spread through the crowd, as is common when someone liked is criticized and accused of something. The projector secured to the film rooms window from the 4th floor of the building adjacent to the stage turned on and projected an image that was brightened by the dark morning sky.

“Don’t believe me?” The voice chuckled

A screenshot of a previously deleted conversation appeared against the wall displaying Hayley’s use of islamophobic and anti-refugee slurs. The crowd gasped as their image of this star student fell apart. Hayley said something for the first time since being revealed. “It’s not true! That’s fake!” She yelled out to the audience trying to win back their love and affection. The slideshow continued to a direct message between her and a on-campus BLM page, where she threw slurs and her beliefs in a drunken rage. The crowd gasped again, some people muttering phrases under their breath and insults.

“Never worship false idols” The voice said again. The last screenshot appeared showing a deleted comment she made on the profile of Charlie booker, star High School student who was killed in a drunk driving incident two months ago. She commented “Rot in hell man whore, that’s what happens when you have two dads, it’s god’s will” The entire crowd began to boo in unison, throwing trash and empty coffee cups onto the stage at Hayley who was now in tears.

“Now that I’ve shown you the truth behind this woman, I’m going to present you all with an ultimatum.” The robotic voice croaked. Hayley continued to sob, humiliated that her true wicked personality was revealed to hundreds of her peers.

“Over the last 48 hours your beloved student has been endowed with a curse, a curse with a great power that can only be activated by speech.” The voice claimed. The entire crowd scoffed once the words ‘curse’ were audible. Was this all a big act? An art display with Hayley as the main character? They all thought to themselves. Nearly the entire school was present in front of the stage now, faculty members frantically yelling into their comm devices while staying a certain amount away from the stage according to the demands of the terrorist.

The projector changed to a slide of a black slate. “A five letter word will appear on this slate.” The terrorist said. In big yellow font the letters. “B-I-T-C-H” flashed upon the wall. This was the moment everything got serious. None of the students really knew why they took it so seriously but a silenced hush spread across the crowd. The echo of the loudspeaker traveled across the campus, the only sound was that of the seagulls overhead.

“With each utterance of this word Hayley will exponentially change into the same group of people she has targeted and tormented all these years” The voice began to laugh before cutting off

“Alright students!” A teacher yelled into a bullhorn. “All students please stay silent, regardless of the validity of these claims we can’t take any chances! Please follow faculty members off campus!” The echoing of the voice grew quieter and quieter until silence. Students began to shuffled away from the stage. Until..

“BITCH!!” A guy’s voice yelled from the crowd as he ducked and hid his face. The crowd gasped and turned back to the stage in curiosity. “Stop!” Scattered through the crowd at the culprit, one man who was identified as Hayley’s ex-boyfriend chased after the guy full speed off campus grounds.

Hayley stood on the stage in her underwear, dried tears on her cheek. She shifted uncomfortably as the crowd’s eyes all moved to her, her shackles clanking with the movement of her legs. She began to breathe quickly. Her flat stomach began to groan and grumble, audible due to the silence of the crowd.

“W-Wha” She began to mumble incoherently while shaking her head. The hissing sound of air echoed across the stage. Her belly began to rise and grow. She placed her hands over her belly trying to push it.

“N-No!” She yelled

Her belly began to expand outwards taking the shape of a pregnant woman’s stomach, her tits rested on top. Her thighs began to grow,swallowing her panties.. As her ass grew fatter her undies wedged in between, creating a thong. Her body jiggled as she shifted nervously, tears pouring down her face. She tried to cover her breasts and pussy with her hand to no avail.
. “N-no!” She cried in disbelief. “Make it stop! Make it s- oooohhhh” she moaned out uncontrollably. Her body stopped growing, the air hissing hushed. She was left looking 20 pounds heavier, her pudgy belly nearly round, her double-d’s ever so rounder, her thighs and ass delightfully thicker. Hayley looked down at her body carefully as if she was an active bomb, an expression of terror on her face. She looked out to the hushed crowd, as if to beg “please don't”. You could’ve heard a pin drop, everyone frozen not knowing what to expect.
“BITCH!” The high pitched voice of a chubby Latina girl called out passionately, as if getting revenge. The crowd reacted instantly, girls gasping and some of Hayley’s friends sobbing in fear, some faces smiled, some faces laughed, and one just stared.
Hayley began to panic, crying again. The hissing began, louder this time. Hayley’s life was falling apart. She wanted to scream, cry, puke and piss herself all at the same time. She sobbed on the stage, everyone staring at her growing form. Her belly grew rounder, forming a fold on the side near her love handles. Her arms and wrist grew chubby, her hands staying the same size. Her thighs grew so wide that she had to adjust her stance and spread her legs apart. Her panties finally snapped, the elastic flying into the crowd. Some people cheered as if it was the final touchdown in a football game. Hayley’s legs began to shake, her knees turning towards one another. Her bra latch creaked and bent, her giant tits now overflowing the cups. *Snap!* Her bra flew into the crowd her round perky tit’s bouncing on top of her fat belly. “Noooo!!” She sobbed, trying to cover herself entirely ashamed.
“BITCH!” Another voice called out before running out of the crowd, avoiding lunges and punches thrown at him. He made it off campus, throwing up his hood as five lacrosse jocks chased him. Hayley’s body loudly rumbled, echoing over the panicking crowd. Hayley’s cheeks begin to puff out, her arms and legs chubby, her fat ass exposed as well as her puffy pussy, her tits beginning to leak breast milk. Hayley’s best friends are at the front of the stage, reaching out to their leader as she balloons and bloats.
“BLOAT BITCH, BLOAT!” A guy screamed. Hayley’s body quivers, the hissing increasing, she sobs a little bit harder every time someone screams the word.
“No more! Pweeease!!” She tried to yell through her chubby cheeks, flapping her arms. Her belly was round and taut, her arms beginning to become part of herself. It was like she was turning into a giant blueberry. The hissing continued, the crowd panicked, a mix of emotions. Hayley grew rounder and rounder, barely able to stand on her own. Her pussy began to get wet in front of the whole crowd, either from arousal confusion or fear.
“BITCH!” One voice yelled. “POP, FAT BITCH!” Another followed. Her legs could barely support herself. She collapsed under her own weight, her body jiggling in shock. Half the crowd cheered and chanted as she rolled into her beg, showing her ass and pussy to the audience. Her feet and hands flapped in detest.
“Bitch!” “Fuck you bitch!” “Racist bitch!” The insults kept coming, and Hayley kept growing, her body spherical. Her body groaned and freaked, reaching its limit. She just kept ballooning up, like a blimp. She was no longer the size of any girl she was nearly reaching the ceiling of the stage, filling the entire stage floor.”Bitch gonna pop!” One guy yelled, laughing to himself. The administration ran around in panic, trying to stop the kids from yelling and grabbing those who do. Nothing can stop the crowd, they all want to join in. Her giant body casting a shadow over the crowd. She’s nearly at capacity and she knows it, it’s amazing she made it this far. She whimpers and moans, her face surrounded by her inflated body. Her body creaks like a plastic balloon being rubbed. One kid from the crown calmly stood up, closing his laptop and sliding it into his satchel. He stood up and walked through the panicking chaotic crowd, coming out the other side and towards campus doors. He walked right out, phone in his hand as various police, students, and teachers ran past him towards the crowd. He stepped across the threshold. *BOOM* echoes across the campus and the streets surrounding, sending a shockwave followed by the screams of the crowd, both excited and horrified. The crowd began running and stampeding off campus. Yet this one student calmly waited for the public bus, not a care in his mind. As police zoomed around the block, sirens wailing. He boarded the bus, taking a seat. He pulled out his laptop and opened it. He opened a complicated script program. A blinking white dash over the text box. He began typing.
Back at the campus, the crowd dispersed, only leaving administrators stumbling around in panic and police officers arriving and parting off the crime scene. Over the loudspeaker the robotic voice begins. “Hayley is gone, along with her hatred and negative world views. That’s one down, a few billion to go. That’s a point for the good guys, the people who saw something, said nothing, and did something. This is only the beginning.” The voice echoes across the campus, everyone stopping in anticipation, total silence. The weight of the words and it’s threat lay over the crowd like a thick fog. *click*…the sound of white noise goes over the loudspeaker. The Mario death noise plays over the speaker before cutting off.
Back on the bus the boy sits, smiling at his screen. He closes the lid and puts the laptop away. Staring out the window as ambulances and fire trucks drive past.

He saw something. He said nothing. He did something.

August 17th, 2017: And that’s everything I know. Those are the facts. That’s what happened. I’m writing this letter because I am going away for a long time. You will not find me, you will never find me, so use this to remember and immortalize me and my actions. And know that across the world, somewhere I am doing the same to another person, another human who deserves to feel the karma of their actions. I will clean the world of them all, every last one. I’ve seen something, I’ve finally said something, and I’ve done something. Now It’s time to do it again.

-Yours truly, [REDACTED]

Three’s a Crowd (Anthony Ramos x Reader)

Heyyyy everyone. Hope you enjoy this fic, I loved writing this it was so much fun. Shoutout to my friend @pumpernickelbae for first reading this fic for me and being so supportive of my writing, and also, shoutout to my friend @omqitsnaya because she was so engaged while reading this and telling me all these thing while she was reading them and she’s just an angel. i love them so much. 

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x Reader

Summary: You try to figure out how to tell Anthony you’re pregnant. With triplets.

Word count: 2086

Warnings: Just cursing, a cute Anthony being really oblivious to everything


Your name: submit What is this?

You were having triplets. The moment the doctor said it you could hardly believe it.

Excuse me?” You asked, your voice rising to high decibels.

The doctor turned to look at you. “You’re having triplets.” She said with a small smile.

You sat there, feeling shocked. When you were in the car, you were still shocked. When you got home, you were still in a state of complete shock. You and Anthony were going to have to take care of three babies. You didn’t think you could even handle one baby, and now you found out you have to take care of three.

Even through the shock, you still couldn’t help but be a little happy. You had three little people growing in your stomach. As scary as it was, it was still a little exciting.

“Oh god.” You groaned as you thought about how you were going to tell Anthony. You didn’t know how he was going to react. And even though you knew he would never, you still couldn’t help but worry that Anthony might leave you. What if he doesn’t want triplets? You thought to yourself. You tried to bury that nasty thought away from your head to no avail.

“Hey babe!” Anthony shouted from the kitchen.

You yelped and jumped in the air. Anthony peeks his head out from the kitchen door way.

“Sorry, baby. Did I scare you?” He asked. You walked over to the kitchen and he walked back in, continuing whatever thing he was doing before.

“A little bit.” You replied.

He turned back to you. “I wasn’t talking about you “baby”. I was talking about our baby “baby”.”

You shook your head and laughed, refraining from responding with “Which baby are you talking about?” He continued cutting up the onions.

“So how’s our baby?” He asked. You could hear the smile in his voice and you couldn’t help but smile as well.

“They’re all doing fine!” You said cheerily.

He looked at you again, an even bigger smile on his face. “Oh that’s so fucking great.” He walked over and gave you a big kiss on your lips, then moved his lips lower so he can kiss your stomach.

You giggled, realizing he didn’t catch what you said.

“Dinner’s going to be ready in half an hour. Sit down and relax.” He said, throwing the now cut up onions into the pan.

“Isn’t it a two-show day today?” You asked, sitting down at the kitchen table.

“Yeah, I only have like an hour and a half before I needa leave.” He responded. You nodded your head and just watched him cook. When the food was done, you both ate, talking about whatever it is that you could.

“Hey, can you get me some water real quick?” You asked him when he stood up to wash your plates.

“Yes, ma'am.” He said, taking your cup with him.

Three ice cubes. Three babes.” You said. You added the babes at the end, a nickname you called him every once in a while. However, this time you hoped he would hear it in the context of babies. He didn’t, of course.

“Okay… Anything for you.” He said, looking at you with confusion.

He got you your water. You groaned inwardly, disappointed that your subtle confession didn’t work. You’d have to step up your game.

Anthony left, and you plotted the next triplet reveal.

A couple days later, on another two-show day, you had another plan to tell him you were having triplets.

When Anthony had gotten home late at night, you offered to get him a glass of water before bed.

“No, Y/N. You can’t walk.” He protested, getting up to get it himself.

“Anthony Ramos. I am not even three months pregnant. I can still do things for myself.” You said, pushing him back onto the bed. “I will be getting you water.”

He grumbled to himself but let you leave.

You came back into the room, holding a glass of water. In the water were three ice cubes, each with a miniature baby in them.

Anthony laughed as you handed him the glass. “Babe, you already told me you were pregnant. You didn’t have to do this.” He gave you a kiss, then drank from the glass.

You rolled your eyes. Time for a new plan.

Two weeks later it was Thanksgiving. You and Anthony had invited Daveed, Jasmine, Lin and his wife Vanessa over to your apartment for a Thanksgiving dinner. The week before, you had told Jasmine about your having triplets. She’d agreed to keep it a secret, and you and her planned how to surprise Anthony with the news at dinner. She’d had the idea to have three of everything, much like your original plan with the water (which didn’t work, and when you told her this, she just shook her head and said to try it anyway).

Because it was Thanksgiving, you’d both agreed to keep the dinner more than three items,  but everything else was in threes. Three different stuffings, three different types of meat, three different drinks to choose from, and three of every utensil. It was a very blatant message, and, according to Jasmine, “if Anthony doesn’t get the idea that something is up… well, just know you’re having a kid with an idiot.”

By this time, you were about 13 weeks pregnant. Your stomach wasn’t that big yet, but Lin took notice.

“Jesus, your little one’s going to be big! Look how big you already are.” Lin shouted, laying a hand softly on your stomach, and rubbing it slowly, whispering a hello to the babies.

“Lin!” Vanessa chastised.

“It’s a compliment!” He argued.

“Hi, Y/N.” Vanessa greeted, holding her arms out. You hugged her back and she laid a hand on your stomach. She said hello to the babies also and walked into the apartment to say hello to Daveed who was already there, “helping” Anthony out with the turkey (Daveed had since left the kitchen and leaned on the kitchen doorway, watching the T.V screen).

“You know, my sister was this big when she was as far along as you. She had triplets.” Lin said, a knowing look on his face.

“If you say anything to him, Lin, I swear to god, I will kick your ass.”

He raised his arms up in surrender. “Wasn’t planning on it.” He gave your shoulder a light rub, then followed after his wife.

An hour later, everyone sat down for dinner. Everyone went around, saying what they were thankful for. Once you were done, you all started to grab your meals.

“Why are there three forks?” Daveed asked as he plopped mashed potatoes onto his plate.

“And spoons? And knives?” Lin added. He glanced up at you and rolled his eyes.

“Really?” he mouthed.

“It was her idea.” You answered back, pointing at Jasmine. He shook his head and laughed.

After a moment, everyone dropped the subject. Everyone had managed to comment on the number of things, except Anthony.

“Idiot.” Jasmine whispered beside you.

“Shush.” You answered back. “He’ll mention it later.”

Except, he never did.

On Christmas, the cast had to do a show, so everyone agreed to celebrate Chritmas morning together at the Richard Rogers Theater.

By this point, Lin and Jasmine had worked together to let the entire cast know you and Anthony were having triplets. You wondered how Anthony hadn’t found out yet. Everyone exchanged gifts, and you had the most gifts because everyone had bought a lot of extra things for the babies.

It soon became time to give your gift to Anthony. You had given him a gift earlier that morning (tickets to a basketball game he’d been dying to go to), but you had another gift to give. Jasmine had found this idea on some pregnancy website, and decided it would be cute for you to give to Anthony.

Anthony opened the card and read it out loud: “I have three more gifts for you, but they’re still being processed. You’ll get them in only a few more months.”

Anthony laughed, a wide smile on his face. Everyone was on the edge of their seat, thinking he had finally figured out the secret, but were incredibly disappointed when he said, “What kind of store are you buying from that they’re taking months to get you my gifts?”

Everyone audibly groaned and sat back against their seats. Anthony looked around confused. He shrugged it off. “Y/N, just cancel them. I don’t need them.”

“It’s a lil late for that, Ant.” You said. Everyone laughed, and the mood was brought back up again. The show later that day was great, but you were still wondering on how to tell Ant you were having triplets.

A few days later on New Years, you’d had another cute idea to tell him.

After the New Years kiss, you’d brought out a cake with three little people on the top of them.

Anthony laughed and said, “Is that supposed to be us and the baby? God that’s so fucking cute.” He said, grabbing the cake, putting it down and giving you another kiss.

Time for Plan E. What’s plan E?

Plan E took a little longer to plan than you thought. You had to go out and order balloons to be ready for you to pick up on the day of the “party.” Then you had to go out and order cakes. Then you had to buy streamers and other decorations for the apartment. Everything was getting harder to do the bigger you got. At this point, you were 21 weeks old, so walking became more of a struggle.

Before Anthony had left for his show at night, you’d told him to hurry back as quick as he could, because you had planned a party.

“Oh, sweet.” He cheered. He gave you one last kiss and left for his show.

Thankfully Anthony wouldn’t be there for another four hours, so you were able to walk slowly when getting everything ready. Walking was something you didn’t want to do; imagine if you’d have had to run around. Everything was ready to go; now all you had to do was wait for Anthony.

“So are you guys coming over for the party or…?” Anthony asked his cast mates before he left.

“What party?” Lin answered. Anthony looked to Daveed, who shrugged his shoulders. Anthony then looked to Oak, Jasmine and Renee, who had all shrugged their shoulders.

Anthony said his good byes and took a cab to you guys’ apartment. He texted you on his way there, asking what was going on, but your only response was Shut up and come home, Ant.

When Anthony stepped into the apartment, he was surprised to see white balloons and streamers hanging from the ceiling. All the balloons had the number 3 on them.

“Babe, where are you? I thought we were having a party?” he said.

“Y/N, where are you?” He repeated when you didn’t respond the first time.

“In the kitchen.” You called. He rushed to the kitchen to find more balloons everywhere, and you, standing behind the kitchen table, where there were three cakes. You pulled the string to the party popper you were holding and confetti blew out of it.

“Hey baby.” You said.

He walked closer to you and looked down at the cakes. Each cake read a different word. Together, the cakes read out “We’re having triplets.”

“What?” Anthony asked, looking up at you.

“Do you not know how to read? It says we’re having triplets.” You said, firing off another party popper.

Anthony stood shocked for another second before a big smile began to appear on his face.

“Triplets?” He asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Like, three babies? Growing in your stomach?”

You nodded your head, laughing.

“Oh my fucking god! Y/N, why didn’t you tell me?” He shouted, hugging you tightly from the side, so he didn’t squish the babies. He looked at you and realization crossed his face. “You did. I was just too stupid to realize.”

You giggled. “Yeah.”

Tears began to appear in his eyes. “We’re having triplets. That’s three, baby! WE’RE HAVING TRIPLETS!”

You nodded your head, tears falling from your eyes. Anthony ran around the room, shouting happily about having triplets. He took out his phone and began calling people, telling them what he’d just learned.

You stood there, happy tears still falling from your eyes, wondering how you could ever think he would react badly.

A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 13

Here’s the next installment! This is a new record for myself and @outlandishchridhe - 14 PAGES!! I’ll put it below a cut so it doesn’t take up vast amounts of space on all your dashes. If it doesn’t work, as always, let me know and I’ll see if I can get it to you somehow. 

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Part 12

Fraser Bairn Watch: Month 7

“Miss Beauchamp? A word please?”

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Our Kind Of Love (12/12)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Steve x Plus Size!Reader

Summary:  You and Steve have a special kind of love.   One that many may not understand.  After all what would a super soldier who looked like that, want with a girl who looked like you?

A/n: Saw This post and was inspired!  If you would like to be tagged please let me know!  

I want to say thank you to all of you who have stuck with this story.  I have loved writing it and I promise it won’t be my last plus size!reader fic.  I love you all so much and thanks for reading, replying, and commenting <3

OKOL MasterList

a “you’re the first person I told” kind of love.

Bucky, Sam, Nat, and Wanda’s eyes all followed you as you paced the floor of your living room, you were 5 months pregnant and had just found out the gender of your baby.   Steve was off on a short week long mission and this was the moment the two of you had been waiting for.  Bucky had gone with you to your appointment in Steve’s absence, and as soon as he heard that you knew what the two of you were having, he called Sam and the others.

You couldn’t believe the timing.  Why couldn’t Steve have come home yesterday?  He was due back home any minute and you just couldn’t wait.  Why did he have to have a mission the day you found out you were having a-

You shoot a quick glance at Wanda, she’s watching you intently, you can see in her face she is trying her hardest not to take a peek into your mind.  Natasha is stoic as always, but you notice she is tapping her finger on her knee rapidly.  Sam is watching you like a falcon and you notice Bucky giving you his patented puppy dog eyes.

“Will you people just go!  Steve has to be the first to know this time!”  You give Bucky a glare and he has the good sense to look apologetic.

You know it was a low blow and it wasn’t technically Bucky’s fault that he had known you were pregnant before Steve.  “Doll I told you that was accident.  You looked like you were gonna die!”

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I'll Never Understand Fashionable Girls
  • *nerdy girl and popular girl walk into bathroom together*
  • Popular Girl: *puts on make-up in the mirror* I watched that show you're so into last night.
  • Nerdy Girl: You have! I knew I'd convert you sooner or later!
  • Popular Girl: I didn't really like it.
  • Nerdy Girl: Seriously!? Come on!
  • Popular Girl: Like, the effects are really bad and the plots don't make sense. The British accents are weird too.
  • Nerdy Girl: The effects are part of the charm. You have to actually pay attention to the plot. Also, British accents rule. It's how real English is supposed to sound.
  • Popular Girl: *puts on lipstick and smacks lips* It's just not my thing. I don't like sci-fi space stuff. I like action and drama. Realistic stuff.
  • Nerdy Girl: Speculative fiction tends to influence science, so everything you're dismissing now could possivly be very realistic in a few decades.
  • Popular Girl: I don't pay attention to that stuff. I like the here and now.
  • Nerdy Girl: *sighs* Whatever, enjoy being boring.
  • Nerdy Girl: *notices a string coming out of the nape of popular girl's neck*
  • Nerdy Girl: *lightly tugs on string*
  • Popular Girl: *stops moving entirely*
  • Nerdy Girl: Are you alright?
  • Popular Girl: *remains silent and still*
  • Nerdy Girl: *completely pulls string out of popular girl's neck*
  • Popular Girl: *disappears in a puff of smoke*
  • Nerdy Girl: ...Oops.
  • *a decade ago*
  • Some Lady: I think I'm the only one who can see it.
  • Friend: See what?
  • Some Lady: The knitter. It's sitting up on that building there. It's huge, and it's just knitting.
  • Friend: What does it look like?
  • Some Lady: It looks big and pregnant. But, it's stomach is made of yarn. It's just knitting. People, animals, buildings, clouds. Millions of things.
  • Friend: That sounds weird.
  • Some Lady: I think it's god.
  • Friend: Mmm.
  • Some Lady: There's nothing on the horizon. Like, there's nothing beyond it. Everything just starts where it sits. Now that I think of it. I've never been beyond that building. There's nothing but white out that way. Emptiness.
  • Some Lady: *looks at fuzzy yarn hands*
  • Friend: *lights up cigarette*
  • Friend: The I-95 takes you into Baltimore that way. But, you should write a book about that before anyone else does. I'd read it.
  • Some Lady: I don't like to write about what's on my mind.
  • The Knitter: *opens third eye on its belly*
  • *in the present, a week after our initial events*
  • *missing poster with popular girl's face is blown away by a careless wind*
  • Nerdy Girl: *stares at string on her desk*