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Imagine You're a Breeder

A life as a breeder. A trait you were born with, a trait that you rather not have. But it’s hard to argue with the genetic lottery. The only way anyone was born on the planet now was thanks to the few hundred breeders. Everyone else was for the most part infertile, it was so hard to keep track of who was or wasn’t a sibling, a common greeting became to call everyone you crossed brother or sister. Hell they might even be an aunt, cousin, uncle, and you would never know. A free app was distributed but it was mostly used for curiosity sake.

As with everyone upon reaching puberty, you were tested. And you came back positive for a breeder. You panicked, it could trigger at any moment, and you would have no control. The doctor eased your worries, saying that it couldn’t fire until you reached eighteen and to instead enjoy life as normally as possible. You were given literature to read, numerous pamphlets, and a link to a website that covered anything and everything about breeders.

Your guardians, a blood uncle and his wife instead sought to shelter you from this forced life. You were sent an all girl private school and college. They were desperate to insure that you wouldn’t enter a forced heat until you were able to support yourself. You weren’t going to be someone’s breeding whore with your belly constantly swollen with babies if they had any say in the matter.

The job market had other ideas. Despite graduating with a business degree, the market was rough at best. You sent out resume after resume, application after application, showed up to interview after interview. But they wanted more experience, always more experience. How were you supposed to get experience without a job! You grumbled but feared working with the public, even being out in public you kept your head down and stared at your lap. Your favorite skirt had 78 lines on it you found out. You didn’t want your heat to trigger, you didn’t know what you could do to control. Everything you read said you couldn’t, and that terrifies you. You finally got a job filing paperwork, at least it was something.

Your job was thankless, your boss demanding, but you needed it for rent and bills. You just needed to survive a year or two, then you could leave. You kept looking for other jobs in the mean time. One of the office girls was always prancing around all dolled up and showing off every God given curve leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. You swore you could see the outline of her groin in some outfits. She often pressured you to break out of your conservative shell, come join the ‘girl night fun’ at Black Market Bar. After a very stressful week, you broke down and, despite your fears, agreed.

All you had for dressing up was a modest dress fit more for church instead of a bar. You played with your hair and managed to make a cute curly up do. A touch of jewelry your aunt had passed down and you headed out. Black Market Bar was hoping like mad that night, the office girl teased you lightly for still dressing so conservatively but did complement your hair at least. She suggested you two should go for mani-pedis sometime. At the bar you managed to find some college friends along with friends you’ve know since high school. It was good to catch up and have some drinks. You couldn’t believe what an enjoyable night you were having, laughing talking, you lost count of how many cocktails you downed. You knew you only bought one round. Or was it two?

But then, it happened. It took nearly twenty-five years, over a decade after learning your assigned path in life. You turn you head towards the bar, shouting at a gay friend and your eyes locked with that man. You both freeze and your breathe hitches as your gazes meet. His eyes shine like a stunning emerald, he had long, light brown hair tied into a short ponytail, a well trimmed goatee, the face of Adonis himself! At least, as far as you cared. His body was great as well, not too thin but not overly muscular either. Your knees started to quiver, you suddenly felt overly wet in your groin. Oh no, oh no! You wanted to fight it, turn it off, but the switch was flipped. He stands up and turns towards you, his pants had a bulge, yeah that would do- No! Don’t think like that!

One of your friends suddenly speak you name snapping you from your trance, “I-I got to go!” You speak hastily, downing your drink and racing out a side door. You turn down the alley, running desperately, wanting to get away. Which way was home? What street were you on? Maybe he could pin you against this wall and take care of- NO! You whimper, it was becoming unbearable and hard to walk. Maybe your vibrator could get rid of this persistent itch. You turn back towards the main street to get your bearings.

And he found you. You squeak in surprise and fear as he blocks your path with one arm, his face was just as flushed as yours, “You know there’s only way for both of us to end this, right?” He questions. His tone was a mix of desperation and domination.

You nod feverishly, “N-Not out in the open. P-Please, I want your cock but not out here.”

“Two blocks away is my place,” he replies and takes your hand to lead you away. His touch was like electric fire. It took over your entire body. You willingly follow him, your body desperate to sooth this heat. Up a flight of stairs, he fumbles his keys for a moment and flings the door open. You just as quickly shut it as you enter his condo as he locks it tight.

Any remaining shred of modesty was lost, you lunge at him planting a kiss firmly against his lips, your fingers tugging on his pants as he lifts your dress. In a tumbling tango, the both of you stumble into the bedroom and quickly undress. Nothing else mattered. You needed to be fucked. More importantly, you needed to be fucked by him! This very instant or you would surely go insane. He must have felt the same.

Next thing you knew you where pinned against a wall and he rammed his thick throbbing cock deep into your virgin tunnel. You howl in ecstasy and dig your nails into his back. He groans and moans from your tightness as he rams his hips against yours without restraint, “Fucking hell you’re tight!” You hear him moan at some point.

“Any bigger and you’d split me in two!” You answer, “Now fuck me proper!” you demand pushing him to the ground. He quickly flips you to your back and holds you by your wrists as you wrap you legs around his waist, “Yes!” You cry out as he hits the deepest reaches of your core, “Come on big boy! Put out this fire you started!” You clamp your tunnel around his throbbing cock causing him to moan loudly.

“Oh, I’ll do better!” he growls lustfully, “I’ll put out this fire. I launch my cum so deep you’ll be pregnant by dawn! Tonight, you’re my broodmare, and I’m going fuck you full and tight with life. Make sure you fulfill your purpose to our kind!”

With that last command, his back arches and you feel a deluge of warmth fill you tunnel. You throw your head back and cry out as you orgasm as well. The fire was put out, and you swore you could fill your very womb filling with his life granting seed. As fertile as both of you were at this moment, you were certain you were going to be pregnant. And for the first time, at this moment, you didn’t give a shit. You moan softly as you ride out that pleasure filled wave and pant for air. Your lover pulls out, but it doesn’t feel like any cum was dribbling out. Whatever, you were exhausted, your head felt fuzzy as you pass out where you lay on the floor.

Fullness, you wake up feeling as though you had eaten too much, even though your stomach was growling. You were on a mattress, the smell of your lover coated the room, you must still be at his condo. Last night was a blur, your friends were probably wondering what the hell happened to you. A sizzling noise, you sniff again, sausage it smelt like and french toast, perhaps? You smile, man you were hungry maybe he would let you have a bite before you left. You feel your stomach flip and squirm and you go to rub it. A firm orb meets your hand. You look down and sit up right with a short yelp. You place both hands against your stomach and rub some more. Movement, lots of movement. It was just last night, and already your womb had grown several times in size with new life. It was a perfect sphere arching from your abdomen. Where you already going to give birth so soon? Now a kick, wait no two kicks, one each side at once. “T-Twins?” you softly whimper. No wonder you felt so full. This was bad. You had to leave, you had find your clothes, you had to-

“Are you okay?” You freeze looking towards the door. It was the voice of your lover, “If you’re looking for your dress, I put it and your other things on top of the dresser. Cellphone is charging by the sofa. I made breakfast, I’m sure you’re hungry.”

You look to your dresser finding your things neatly stacked and folded, “O-oh! T-Thank you. Um, i-if you don’t mind me staying for a bit.” You sigh in slight relief and struggle to stand up, “Hey, uh, bathroom?”

“Beside the closet,” he answers. You quickly run there first and relive your bladder. Next, you tried to redress but your dress wouldn’t go over your middle anymore. You growl at it then look around the room to improvise. You find a sweat shirt hanging from the mirror, maybe he won’t mind, you put it on instead and still it hugs and displays your gravid middle. Your panties barely fit, you decided to not even try your bra. Your breasts were tender and and felt full of milk.

Your twins pummel you with kicks again, “Okay, okay. I’m going to feed you two. Calm down a moment.” You waddle out of the bedroom while and find a table set for two. It seems he hasn’t noticed you yet but none the less you take a seat, “Er, what do you have to drink?”

He looks up, “Cranberry grape juice, milk, and water. I’d offer coffee but, well considering….” You look away in a blush requesting a glass of milk. You stare at your lap as you always do, though this time you cradle your belly with one hand and rub it with the other. A clink of plates and glass cause you to lift your head slightly as he sits opposite you, “Dig in while it’s hot.”

Fluffy scrambled eggs, juicy plump sausage links, pillow like french toast with butter and syrup, crisp apples and berries, and cold milk, you struggled to maintain your table manners as you devour the offered food, your twins happily tumbling and pressing against your womb now that they were being fed. It was delicious, he was kind enough to bring you seconds without needing to be asked. You sigh happily and rub your stuffed middle then frown, “This is super awkward.”

“What is?” He asks in confusion.

“I-I-” you sigh again, “I don’t even know your name. Had a one night stand and woke up carrying twins. My friends are probably worried sick, and if I look at you again that stupid urge is going to come back.”

You hear him choke and cough, “Oh, shit. I’m your first, aren’t I?” You nod. “The name’s Cedric,” he answers, “What’s yours?” You give your name while continuing to look away. “You can look up, the trigger can’t happen if you’re pregnant.”

You arch an eyebrow and slowly lift your head to meet his face again. The feeling from last night, that raging fire in your loins, it never came, “Oh! Um, well shit that does make sense doesn’t it…. Er, sorry about wearing your shirt, my dress wouldn’t fit.”

He waves it off, “Don’t worry about it, I’ve got some stretchy pants you can wear also. So, do you want me to explain things here or would you prefer the sofa?” You look over to the mentioned furniture and decide there. As you try to stand Cedric moves and offer you a hand up, which you take and use him to steady yourself as you waddle over to and sink into the sofa, “There’s a handle on the side if you want to lay back.”

With your right hand, you feel around the side of the sofa and find the handle. A mechanical whir is heard as the sofa reclines. You adjust a pillow against your back then go back to resting one hand on your stomach. Your hand meets Cedric’s for a brief second and he quickly retracts it. You look over to him, now he was trying to avoid eye contact as a blush crosses his cheeks. “Do you want to rub?” You ask pointing at your belly. He looks back and nods. You smile moving you hands out of the way. His face lights up as he moves over and gently rubs your belly. Man that felt good having him rub your stretched skin. He looked damn proud of himself also. You reach for your phone and find several missed messages and calls from your friends and the office girl. You send a text to each saying you were okay and apologized for leaving them so suddenly. You choose not to explain what happened; as far as you knew, non of them knew you were a breeder. And you rather it stayed like that. “Now then,” you speak getting his attention, “That explanation?”

“Ah, yes right,” Cedric answers and stops rubbing, “I figured with this being your first time, you’d be kinda lost. Scared, maybe. I sure was.”

You take his hand and place it back on your stomach, “First keep doing that, it’s feels pretty good.” He chuckles and alternates between rubbing circles and the length of your stomach again. “Second, i-is it supposed to be this quick? I mean, I know they say rapid, but this rapid?”

He nods, “Yes actually. Compresses the first part into a night, in our case, then the last ‘trimester’ as the books call it lasts only a week I think.”

You sigh and groan, “Great, I’m stuck like this for a week.”

He hesitantly questions“Y-you… do know you’re going to get bigger, right?” A look of shock from you gives him his answer, “They aren’t big enough yet. I think they. Considering how big you are already. They need to grow more over the next week.”

“Oh no….” You whimper burying your face into your hands, “Bigger!? And yes I’m pretty sure you put twins in there. I’m going to have to explain this at work. Oh fuck my life. I’ll never hear the end of it! No one knows I’m a breeder! They weren’t supposed to know!” You sniffle placing one hand against your middle and wiping away tears with the other, “Damn it I don’t have anything big enough to hide this!” You sob looking at your middle again.

Cedric flinches away slightly, “H-hey, please don’t cry. I want to say female breeders get government sanctioned off time from work when they get pregnant.” He then smiles and resumes rubbing your middle, “You should talk to your HR department, they might know something. You get a hell of a lot more then the male breeders do.”

“Considering you can just bang and bolt,” you note with a sour tone. You then shake your head and rub away the rest of your tears, “Sorry, I shouldn’t be rude. You’ve been so nice to me, but…why?”

He grins and holds up one finger, “Simple. If I stay close to whoever I knock up, my trigger can’t go off so long as they are pregnant. It’s a nice break from the anxiety of wondering when it’ll happen.” he then frowns and moves his hand from your middle back to lap and stares at the ceiling, “But I understand if you want to leave and never see me again. I’ll drive you back to your place and wait to meet you at Black Market again.

You cast a confused look at him then gaze at the ceiling as well, resting both hands atop your gravid middle. Your vision then wonders over to your phone, “I should lookup a clinic. Make sure these two are okay, make sure it is two more so. And figure out adoption papers.”

“Adoption?” Cedric questions, “That easily?”

“I sure as hell am not ready to be a mom,” you answer, “I can barely keep myself afloat. Last night was a splurge for sure.” You blush, “In more ways then one.”

You hear him chuckle, he looks rather proud of himself again, “No, you’re right. There are some people who envy us.”

“Delusional assholes,” you note causing him to laugh.

“Amen, sister,” he remarks back, “As for a clinic, there’s one on 5th and 23rd. I should have a card for them somewhere, just a second” Cedric hops up from the couch and digs through a drawer, “Ah here we go. I signed this one right?” He speaks flipping it over, “Okay good, thought I did.”

Now you just had to know, “How many times have you done this?”

“Counting you, five women in this city alone, and one in my hometown.” he answers, “Two of them tried to rob me when I showed generosity, one I haven’t seen in a long time and the other comes by when she finds suitable parents. As for the one in my hometown, that was my first and it scared me so bad I ran and never saw her again.”

You narrow your eyes, “So what does that make me?”

Cedric blinks, “Well you haven’t tried to rob me, so that makes you someone I’d give me number to,” he looks at a wall clock, “You’ve also stuck around the longest after breakfast. If you don’t want to do this again or see me again, like I said before, I understand. For what it’s worth, you have been the nicest one though so far.”

“Really?” You speak in surprise.

He nods, “You aren’t treating me like a sperm donor which is refreshing. And you let me rub your stomach. I…,” he turns looking embarrassed again and scratches the back of his head, “I’ve always wanted to feel my kids bouncing around like that, at least once. Anyway here you go,” he fights away the blush and hands you the card, “They have my information for the database, they’ll know who to put down as the father from my signature.

You take a second to look over it, then catch yourself idly rubbing your middle again. You look down, seems as though your children have fallen asleep for the time being, “Thank you, Cedric. I suppose I should get out of your hair.” You manage to push yourself off the couch only to lose your balance. Cedric quickly grabs and helps you to stand up right, “Maybe I should find my balance again first,” you speak with a laugh. It was so bizarre. You woke up terrified and now, you felt surprisingly at ease around him. It was comforting, you started to play around with the idea of staying close to him for the next week.

He smiles warmly and pulls you into a hug, causing your stomach to press against his, “That would be for the best. Can’t have you falling and hurting yourself. Ah, but if you must leave I won’t stop you. Let’s find you some pants first then I’ll take you home, okay? Oof!” Both of you look down, your twins seemed to dislike being squished between their parents, “Alright, alright,” he chuckles and rubs your belly again as he takes a step back to give them more room.

“Don’t go kicking your Papa like that you two,” you playfully scold knowing it wouldn’t do much good, “Actually, could you take me to the clinic first? Then home? I-If you don’t mind, and d-don’t have anywhere to be that is.”

Cedric shakes his head, “Not one bit, I’ve got the weekend free.”

Five Ways the International Space Station’s National Lab Enables Commercial Research

A growing number of commercial partners use the International Space Station National Lab. With that growth, we will see more discoveries in fundamental and applied research that could improve life on the ground.

Space Station astronaut Kate Rubins was the first person to sequence DNA in microgravity.

Since 2011, when we engaged the Center for the Advancement of Science in Space (CASIS) to manage the International Space Station (ISS) National Lab, CASIS has partnered with academic researchers, other government organizations, startups and major commercial companies to take advantage of the unique microgravity lab. Today, more than 50 percent of CASIS’ experiments on the station represent commercial research.

Here’s a look at five ways the ISS National Lab is enabling new opportunities for commercial research in space.

1. Supporting Commercial Life Sciences Research

One of the main areas of focus for us in the early origins of the space station program was life sciences, and it is still a major priority today. Studying the effects of microgravity on astronauts provides insight into human physiology, and how it evolves or erodes in space. CASIS took this knowledge and began robust outreach to the pharmaceutical community, which could now take advantage of the microgravity environment on the ISS National Lab to develop and enhance therapies for patients on Earth. Companies such as Merck, Eli Lilly & Company, and Novartis have sent several experiments to the station, including investigations aimed at studying diseases such as osteoporosis, and examining ways to enhance drug tablets for increased potency to help patients on Earth. These companies are trailblazers for many other life science companies that are looking at how the ISS National Lab can advance their research efforts.

2. Enabling Commercial Investigations in Material and Physical Sciences

Over the past few years, CASIS and the ISS National Lab also have seen a major push toward material and physical sciences research by companies interested in enhancing their products for consumers. Examples range from Proctor and Gamble’s investigation aimed at increasing the longevity of daily household products, to Milliken’s flame-retardant textile investigation to improve protective clothing for individuals in harm’s way, and companies looking to enhance materials for household appliances. Additionally, CASIS has been working with a variety of companies to improve remote sensing capabilities in order to better monitor our oceans, predict harmful algal blooms, and ultimately, to better understand our planet from a vantage point roughly 250 miles above Earth.

3. Supporting Startup Companies Interested in Microgravity Research 

CASIS has funded a variety of investigations with small startup companies (in particular through seed funding and grant funding from partnerships and funded solicitations) to leverage the ISS National Lab for both research and test-validation model experiments. CASIS and The Boeing Company recently partnered with MassChallenge, the largest startup accelerator in the world, to fund three startup companies to conduct microgravity research.

4. Enabling Validation of Low-Earth Orbit Business Models 

The ISS National Lab helps validate low-Earth orbit business models. Companies such as NanoRacks, Space Tango, Made In Space, Techshot, and Controlled Dynamics either have been funded by CASIS or have sent instruments to the ISS National Lab that the research community can use, and that open new channels for inquiry. This has allowed the companies that operate these facilities to validate their business models, while also building for the future beyond station.

5. Demonstrating the Commercial Value of Space-based Research

We have been a key partner in working with CASIS to demonstrate to American businesses the value of conducting research in space. Through outreach events such as our Destination Station, where representatives from the International Space Station Program Science Office and CASIS select cities with several major companies and meet with the companies to discuss how they could benefit from space-based research. Over the past few years, this outreach has proven to be a terrific example of building awareness on the benefits of microgravity research.

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Arnold 5:16

The Lord has bestowed his followers the blessing of cucumber.  

“This”, he spoke to his followers, “is how to properly consume the cucumber.”
And thus, the Lord split open the cucumber down the middle, scraped off the seeds, put the seeds in a row, and inhaled the seeds.

“Dear brothers and sisters, I encourage you to snort the cucumber seeds”, the Lord said. 

From that day forward, everyone who snorted cucumber seeds was granted eternal life. 


The world is full of evil and lies and pain and death, and you can’t hide from it. You can only face it. The question is, when you do, how do you respond? Who do you become?

Imagine You’re Desperate for a Baby Pt. 2

Read Part 1 Here

Your baby grows slowly at first, which you remind yourself is normal. You’re actually pretty excited that it seems your pregnancy will be a normal human length, not some wildly accelerated thing. You want to savor every moment.

The hard thing to get used to is the morning sickness. You really aren’t crazy about that part. You have to make up some excuses for work, though your boss lets you work from home for a while so it’s no big deal yet. You bring our laptop into the bathroom just to maximize your work output. It’s important to you to keep money coming in so you can take care of yourself and your baby.

Three months in, you notice the very slightest rise in your belly. It’s small, and most people probably would never have noticed. You cry with joy, pressing both of your hands to the tiny bump. You aren’t sure if it’s your imagination or not, but you feel warmer when you touch your belly.

By the fourth month, your body is getting into the rhythm of being pregnant. Your belly has a nice noticeable roundness, and its hard for you to keep from stroking it all the time. Sitting at your desk at work, you sometimes slip your fingers between the buttons of your shirt to touch the bare skin of your stomach. Everyone’s noticed your change in diet and habits, but no one’s really asked you directly yet. Which…is good. You don’t know what you’d tell them.

One day, you drop by a local coffee shop for a treat. As you stand back looking the boards over, you hear someone come up behind you.

“Should someone in your condition really have coffee?”

You turn…and your heart stops. The man behind you is tall, handsome, well built yet somehow elegant. His voice is a purr, resonant and deep. His eyes are amber gold. You recognize him in an instant.


For a moment, you panic, wondering if he’s come to exact some greater price from you. You wrap your arms around yourself, taking a half step away from him. One of the baristas eyes you curiously. The man raises his hands, smiling.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiles, and the warmth of is makes you shiver. “Let me make it up to you.” He orders a fizzy fruit drink for you and a black coffee for himself.

He ushers you to a corner table and pulls a chair out for you. You take a seat, watching his eyes drift down to the barely noticeable rise from your loose shirt.

“It’s you,” you say, trembling still. “How did…”

“I am allowed to walk this earth so long as I have an anchor,” he explains. “It’s why I require seeding a child before granting a boon. It allows me to come here without needing to be summoned.”

“Why..are you here?” You swallow hard, trying to calm your nerves. He sighs, offering you a smile and reaching to touch your hand.

“To tell the truth…I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he said. “Never in all my long centuries have I had anyone ask for something like that.”

You start to relax, looking at his hand over yours. His touch is so warm and comfortable.

“Usually once I’ve been with a human, I forget them entirely. I only care about the offspring. But I just..” he laughs and shakes his head. “I know it must sound silly, a demon who can’t take his mind off-”

You lean across the table and kiss him. His eyes go wide a moment before he leans across to meet your kiss. You both settle back, and you feel yourself blushing.

“I tried not to think about you,” you tell him. “But I see your face every night.”

He grasps your hand, smiling at you warmly. There’s something in his eyes that makes your heart flutter and puts your body at ease. The two of you chat a little, mostly him making sure you’re doing well so far. All the while, you touch his hands and he presses his legs against yours. You bite your lip, nodding to the door.

“ want to…”

That night, he makes love to you. He stays in his human form, telling you he is afraid of harming the baby otherwise. You don’t mind. His body is warm and strong, and his dick is still massive either way.

After that, your demon stays with you. He’s always there when you come home from work, usually making some delicious meal. He greets you with kisses and embraces you, then lovingly strokes your belly. Weekends find the two of you on the couch watching movies or shopping for baby stuff. You never knew demons could be so domestic.

As month five begins, you realize you’re going to have a problem soon. None of your clothes fit properly, and even the largest of your clothing does nothing to hide the roundness of your belly. Feeling defeated, you sit on your bed and put your head in your hands trying not to cry.

“What’s wrong, love?” He’s at your side before you even realize it, stroking your thigh.

“Nothing fits,” you choke out. “I can’t get dressed, I can’t go to work like this..” You circle your arms around your belly. You hadn’t thought about this part. You couldn’t tell your boss you were /pregnant/, he would never believe you.

To your surprise, your demon laughs.

Before you can question it, he pushes you back against the bed, gently pinning your arms over your head. He smiles his unearthly warm smile, tilting his head at you.

“My dearest, I’m a demon lord,” he says. “You don’t need to work this silly job.” His hold on your wrist loosens, one hand stroking your belly. “Let me care for you. Ask anything of me and it shall be yours.” He leans close, cupping his hand over your cheek. “I live to serve you.”

You feel your eyes begin to tear up as he kisses you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you hold him close as hot tears fall over your cheeks. You think long and hard, trying to decide how best to word your desires.

“I want to always have the money to provide for me and my baby,” you say. “To keep us safe and healthy…” You tentatively touch his cheek, stroking slowly. “And I want you..”

He smiles at you, brushing your lips together again as he breathes “Done.”

Your ill fitting clothes are soon discarded, leaving you naked on the bed. He seems opposed to ever wearing clothing when it’s simply the two of you, and his interest in you is already clearly showing. He smooths both hands over your belly, carefully caressing over the swell of it. Warm lips trace invisible lines over your skin.

“Getting so big,” he purrs.

“Going to get bigger soon,” you remind him, smiling.

He smiles back, then crawls up your body and kisses you. You feel his hips nudge between your legs at the edge of the bed, and you lightly hook your legs around his hips. His cock rubs at your wet hole, still so loose and eager to accept him inside you. He braces on the bed, shifting his hips and nudging against you. You feel the head begin to spread your hole.

Then he slides inside you, and you arch backward and moan. He purrs at your sounds, slowly rocking his hips as he works himself deeper into you. Your own cock quivers against your belly.

His hands touch and stroke you everywhere, caressing your ribs and sides and petting your belly and legs. He tells you how beautiful you are as he squeezes your darkened, tender nipples and makes you groan and arch under him. He tells you how enticing you are as he fucks your wet hole, hips slapping against you over and over.

He speeds up, and soon you’re screaming in pleasure as he fucks you hard into the bed. You feel the bed shake under you with the sheer force of his movements. He tells you he will see to it you never need anything, that he’ll ensure you can look after the baby without worries. He tells you how good your hole feels and how he wishes he could give you another child right now. The thought of being stretched with carrying two children makes you shudder and cry out, coming against your belly as you cover his cock in slick. He gasps and grunts, pushing his hips hard against you as he fills you with his seed.

“Leave your job,” he whispers in your ear. “Bare my children, and you will never want for anything.”

You don’t think too much about it until you check your bank account the next day. Despite knowing your bills should have drafted, your account total is unchanged…and astronomical at that. It shows deductions for your bills and expenses, but the total never changes. You check online, and your bills all show paid amount owed $0.

“I told you, didn’t I?” he purrs, draping his arms around your shoulders. “You will never need anything.”

As his fingers stroke over your stomach, you suddenly feel something inside you move. You gasp, looking down at your belly and rolling your t-shirt up. He blinks, pressing his fingers to the side of your belly. You feel it again, and he seems to sense it, pressing his hand over the spot. You almost knock you chair over as you jump up and hug him. He laughs and holds you close.

The next few months feel like a blur of activity. You quit your job, citing continued medical issues as your reason. It wasn’t entirely false, but not like they needed to know anyway.

Your baby seems to grow by leaps and bounds every day. You’ve caught yourself spending hours just holding and caressing the roundness of your stomach, talking or singing quietly to your baby. The demon enjoys laying his head against your belly, and the baby seems fond of trying to hit him in the face. It always feels so strange, especially as you begin to see your belly stretch outward from the kicks and stretches of your baby’s arms and legs.

As fatigue begins to set in, your demon steps up to prove he’s willing to look after you. He’s long since set up the crib and other nursery items, sometimes occupying himself with tapping at the little mobile hanging above the crib. Sometimes he’s so mysterious, and others he’s just adorable. You have home cooked food for every meal, notions of precooked food and take out a thing of the past…save for call in Chinese, for some reason your demon loves that.

By the time you reach the final stretch, you’re so big you prefer to stay in bed. Laying on your side, you rub your stomach and tell your baby how excited you are to meet them. Still, despite your happiness, a cold thought begins to creep into your mind. Your demon told you that he is able to come to this realm through his connection to his unborn child….but what happens when the baby is born?

You baby grows restless, kicking and squirming at all hours and keeping you awake. Waddling late night bathroom trips are a constant, and you try to cat nap as you can. The demon never leaves your side, always keeping his eyes on you even from across the room. You know it will be soon.

One morning, after having breakfast, you feel your stomach suddenly twinge. A moment later pain grips you and you gasp sharply. The demon is at your side before the pain has subsided, gently supporting you. Touching your belly, you look up at him, eyes wide.

The baby’s coming.

(By supernona)

Autumn Blessings Spell Jar

A recipe for a spell jar I made to bring bright blessings throughout Autumn. 


Salt or Sea Salt -  For protection, purification, and healing.

Autumn Leaves - For seasonal energy and connection.

Dried Chamomile - For peace, good luck, and stress reduction.

Mint Leaves - For strength, luck, and healing.  

Dried clover leaves/Dried clover flower - For prosperity. 

Pumpkin Seeds -  Granting wishes and love.

Items you will need:
A small jar and a candle of your choice.


  1. light the candle and focus on the season of autumn. Let happy thoughts flow through you, visualize what you love most about the season.
  2. Add the salt to the bottom of your jar, then all of the other ingredients in layers. While adding each ingredient continue visualizing the beautiful blessings of autumn.
  3. Add the lid to your bottle, and seal it with wax. For this jar I added wax along the seal before closing. 
  4. Keep the jar with you or put it in a special place nearby.


You do not need all of these ingredients, feel free to customize on how you see fit. A charm bag works as well! 

Bright blessings!

Tag: 5 Ships I’d Go Down With

Tagged by @silvermidnightprincess

1. Rivetra (Shingeki no Kyojin)

I have never shipped any ship this hard before this tragic pair. Too many what-ifs is just beyond your reach and Levi really needs someone to brighten his constipated life. 

And have you heard of the anime team shipping them?~

2. Touken (Tokyo Ghoul)

From the time Touka despised Kaneki until she cared for him, built :re for him, the amount of emotions built up is too overwhelming for me. And have you fucking seen the amount of Touken art done by Ishida Sui?!

3. Ayahina (Tokyo Ghoul)

Used to be a crack ship for me but it’s blown into a full -fledge OTP now. Come on, if you tell me there is nothing going on between those 2 after seeing Ayato screaming for Hinami during the Auction Arc, you need to wear specs. We all know how violent Ayato is.

4. Royai (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Ah yes, like finely-aged wine. Too much tension between these 2. Riza shared her secret, one that destroyed her too (in a way) and allowed no one else to learn flame alchemy. She trusted him with her whole being and Roy, in return entrusted his back to her. 

Damn fraternization rules.

5. Asucaga (Gundam Seed)

Granted, I didn’t reblog much of this pairing but that’s because there is hardly anything on this site. This ship is actually one of my first few OTP that hit my shit-filled ass full force. Though Athrun is an asshole *side glance his harem in GSD*, he definitely still cares about Cagalli. Likewise, though Cagalli was forced to marry that purple-haired monkey, she didn’t forget about him even after putting away that ring he gave. 


13/11/2017: Queen Rania met with five Jordanian entrepreneurs and businesswomen to congratulate them on their success at TechWomen 2017, which was held in Silicon Valley in October.

The Queen commended them on their winning project, titled ‘Orphans in Jordan’, which consists of a digital platform aimed at increasing orphan’s low enrollment rates in institutes of higher education. She also discussed with them the important impact their project will have on their community, paving the way for other Jordanians to similarly excel.

Hailing from across the kingdom, the Jordanian team consisted of Aseel Al Musa, Nour Al Tobasi, Ala'a Agha Karss, Hiba Shabrouq, and Dhelal Shorman, who were among 100 participants chosen from a total of 4,000 applicants from 20 countries. The team was awarded one of five socioeconomic seed grants, with the remaining four awarded to teams from Cameroon, Kenya, Pakistan, and South Africa. (Source: Petra)

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“The Shadow’s Season is Second Seed. The Shadow grants those born under her sign the ability to hide in shadows.”―The Firmament

Those born in the season of Second Seed (May) 1st - 31st

Soul color:  Forest green

Temperament: To dissolve into the shadows, one becomes apart of everything around them. The sign is clever, cunning, but often wary. Quiet as they appear, they are always conversing within their mind while listening to everything. They remember faces, names, and information well.

Abilities: Naturally gifted with subterfuge, The Shadow can walk without being noticed, drawing attention away from themselves to pass through crowds like a mist. However –in Blackmarsh, those born under this sign are are dubbed ‘Shadowscales’ and trained in the art of assassination. In Elsweyr, The Shadow is also considered to be gifted by Jode.

Friendships and Family: If you want to be kept up with the latest gossip, befriend The Shadow. They are not easy to find, but encountering one under this sign may already prove their trust in you - either that or you are especially perceptive. If you are a friend of The Shadow, you may experience moments in which they seem to lose contact for prolonged periods of time. In most scenarios there is nothing to be worried about, in fact they will eventually return with their proverbial coffers full of secrets and gossip.

Success: The Shadow can persuade well with their abilities of perception. They are not ones to approach a task head on, and wait patiently for moments most beneficial. One under this sign is more likely to manipulate through subtlety– letting others go ahead and test the waters. When something happens to throw their rivals off course, they will casually come in to pick up their place.

Romance: Enchanting, charming, witty, and mysterious. The Shadow will only show what they want you to see and nothing more. They will lead lovers through a labyrinth that is both challenging and rewarding. If one is in a romantic relationships with this sign, you may not be the only one. Don’t be surprised by that –if you ever find out.

Struggles: Always hiding themselves from others and even their own vision. There is a lot this sign doesn’t know about itself and may cause nervousness, anxiety, and depression. The Shadow is always searching, watching, listening…

-Other signs-

Champion Reveal: Ivern, the Green Father


Once, long ago, Ivern Bramblefoot was called Ivern the Cruel—that was before he tangled with a God-Willow. In the centuries since, Ivern has roamed the forests of Runeterra, cultivating life wherever he goes. Wildflowers bloom in his footsteps as he laughs with trees, plays tricks on rocks, and dines with moss on the sun’s delectable rays. When the Green Father traipses into your lane, he brings all the secrets of the forest along with him.

Passive: Friend of the Forest

Ivern loves jungle monsters and would never harm them. Instead, he sets them free! Clicking on any jungle camp creates a grove using some of Ivern’s health and mana. The grove matures over time; when fully grown it can be clicked on again to free the camp’s denizens, granting Ivern gold and XP. Smiting a camp with a grove on it instantly sends the monsters to safety.

After level five, the Green Father creates copies of the red and blue buff whenever he frees the Red Brambleback or Blue Sentinel—they’ll leave behind a sapling which can be picked up by allies.

Q: Rootcaller

Ivern shoots out a ropey root that deals magic damage and (as you’d expect) roots the first enemy it hits. Allies who use a basic attack on the rooted target will automatically dash to get within attack range.

W: Brushmaker

Passive: When hiding in brush, Ivern’s basic attacks have increased magic damage and range. This effect lasts for a couple seconds after Ivern leaves the brush.

Active: Ivern creates a patch of brush, temporarily revealing the area around it. The amount of brush created is slightly greater if it’s placed near a wall or any other brush. The Green Father’s grassy patches disappear on their own after a moderate delay.

E: Triggerseed

Ivern places a protective seed onto his ally, granting them a shield. After a short delay the seed explodes, damaging and slowing all nearby enemies.

R: Daisy!

Ivern summons Daisy, an enormous sentinel who loves hugs. Daisy scampers around joyfully, knocking up Ivern’s target after a few hits. Ivern can recast this ability to direct his boisterous friend toward new targets. She’ll hang around until her hankering for hugs has been satisfied, or until her health bar is depleted.


Who says supports have to hang in the bot lane? Ivern Bramblefoot is a true support-jungler, arguably the first of his kind. Most supports can’t hack it in jungle because they lack the sheer damage output to beat up rascally woodland creatures in a timely manner. Ivern gets around that with his ability to evacuate camps without ever fighting anything—the green man just tends to his groves and soon enough the critters go prancing away on their own, happily handing over their juicy XP and gold as they leave.

It only takes Ivern a few moments to lay down or harvest his grove on camps, so he has access to jungle routes that just aren’t an option for those who have to fight and kill their prey. One valid strategy: Take Smite and Teleport, then go into the enemy jungle and drop a ward near an entrance. After sprinting through and gettin’ grovey with all the camps, TP back to the starting point for another lap to set the whole zoo free.

A more common pattern will see Ivern dropping groves on all the camps in his own jungle, then using his remaining free time to prance into a lane for a quick gank. Regardless of whether the gank is successful, Ivern can then stroll back into the jungle to claim his ripe rewards.

“Whenever Ivern’s ganking,Brushmaker gives him a thick playbook of ways to sneak into side lanes. His brush doesn’t appear on opponents’ minimaps, so it’s on them to keep a close eye out for any creeping forestry sprouting up around them.”

Whenever Ivern’s ganking, Brushmaker gives him a thick playbook of ways to sneak into side lanes. His brush doesn’t appear on opponents’ minimaps, so it’s on them to keep a close eye out for any creeping forestry sprouting up around them. The bushes block off vision granted by minions, making it possible for Ivern to create a grassy curtain that’ll keep soon-to-be-rootcalledopponents in the dark.

Once the Green Father gets access to his old friend, Daisy, he’s got a powerful way to disrupt enemy carries and peel for his own backline. In some of those crucial early skirmishes (like for first dragon), a rampaging hug monster taking an ADC or mage out of the fight can be all your team needs to build a major lead.


Once the teamfight phase hits, Ivern’s role couldn’t be more clear: He’s there to make his team’s frontline more deadly. If the droll druid lands a Rootcaller on an enemy squishies, it grants every teammate within range a free dash toward the rooted target. One root hits, and all at once your friendly Braum’s giving ‘em a mouthful of mustache, your Vayne’s spouting condemnations, and your Garen’s in the spin zone.

Most of the time, you’ll want to save Triggerseed for that moment just after you’ve landed a sick pick with Rootcaller. Since the root’s dash effect is much greater on melee allies, you’ll probably want to grant them Triggerseed’s shielding and slowing properties. They can ride the root in, pop some fools with the bursting Triggerseed, then tank any retaliatory hits while the triggering intensifies. While all that’s going down, Mr. Bramblefoot is free to spank nearby baddies using the extended auto-attack range he receives while in brush.

The biggest benefit of Ivern’s brushmaking hobby is its potential to create mind games. Many of us have played on Summoner’s Rift for years at this point, and brush locations have been pretty consistent throughout. We unconsciously track our distance from any and all unwarded brush, taking pains not to facecheck it. So when you’re halfway down bot side’s river and find yourself encountering a whole grassy field, it can seriously mess with your mind.

The range on Brushmaker is crazy big, so Ivern can use it scare opponents into thinking he’s somewhere he’s not. Stand on one side of the midlane and drop a bunch of brush near the opposite side, just to drive them toward you. Or, just plant some on top of your own carries in the middle of a teamfight to make them untargetable.

“The range on Brushmaker is crazy big, so Ivern can use it scare opponents into thinking he’s somewhere he’s not. Stand on one side of the midlane and drop a bunch of brush near the opposite side, just to drive them toward you. Or, just plant some on top of your own carries in the middle of a teamfight to make them untargetable.”

Ivern’s designer, Blake 'Squad5’ Smith, says he once stole a dragon just by filling the pit up with grass and hanging out in it. When he smote the dragon for the kill, the other team didn’t think to check the grassy knoll where he was still hiding. Instead, everyone just wandered off, dejected, and recalled to base. Victory through trickery: the true way of the Green Father.


TEAM  \ˈtēm\ » a group of people with a full set of complementary skills required to complete a task, job, or project.

Beam me up Scotty! Quantum teleportation of a particle of light six kilometers

What if you could behave like the crew on the Starship Enterprise and teleport yourself home or anywhere else in the world? As a human, you’re probably not going to realize this any time soon; if you’re a photon, you might want to keep reading.

Through a collaboration between the University of Calgary, The City of Calgary and researchers in the United States, a group of physicists led by Wolfgang Tittel, professor in the Department of Physics and Astronomy at the University of Calgary have successfully demonstrated teleportation of a photon (an elementary particle of light) over a straight-line distance of six kilometres using The City of Calgary’s fibre optic cable infrastructure. The project began with an Urban Alliance seed grant in 2014.

This accomplishment, which set a new record for distance of transferring a quantum state by teleportation, has landed the researchers a spot in the journal Nature Photonics. The finding was published back-to-back with a similar demonstration by a group of Chinese researchers.

“Such a network will enable secure communication without having to worry about eavesdropping, and allow distant quantum computers to connect,” says Tittel.

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