“Male Pregnancy Omegaverse”

The door I had just came in from wouldn’t open. Contractions came back but there was no time to rest. I was afraid that the baby would come without any assistance. My vision started to blur from tears of worry as my face returned to being pale.

Omegaverse fic is a sub-genre of fanfic that became popular in the fandom from mid-2010 onwards, and is now found in many fandoms. The genre overlays canine-type characteristics on people, including pack hierarchies, the idea that receptive sex partners may go into heat and the canine characteristics of penis’ having a bulbous knot at its base. The genre is also referred to as A/B/O fic after the Alpha/Beta/Omega divisions of pack hierarchies.

Title: Saving Sorell: Wolf Shifter MPreg Romace (Wolf’s Mate #3) Author: Kiki Burrelli Publisher: Self published Release Date: December 18, 2016 Genre(s): Gay Paranormal Romance / Mpreg Page Count: 165 pages Reviewed by: Tosh Heat Level: 4.4 flames out of 5 Rating: 5 stars out of 5 Blurb: Felix is a handsome doctor who uses discipline and control to survive his tortured past. Sorell is a loyal shifter stuck in…

That Castiel can hear horses approaching now could mean that these are intruders, perhaps foolish marauders passing through, or even poachers. Castiel puts down the dough he’d been working on and stands up, quickly scanning the room for things that such thieves might want to take from his cottage. The firewood, perhaps, or maybe the spun wool, put aside for market day.

This sweet story of a dragon and his wolf coming back together after a separation caused by the dragon’s fear of intimacy and then the wolf finding he is pregnant was actually a very sweet, lovely story. There were proper amounts of action and hot sex and it all adds up to a very enjoyable read.

“I’m transgender and mpreg creates a space where we can challenge only women being able to be pregnant in stories. While it’s not often that the characters are trans men (more often or not it’s supernatural reasons like magic or a/b/o biology etc), it does still challenge cisnormative assumptions that it’s only women who can get pregnant. that’s cool.” -Anonymous

Review: “Slow Heat” by Leta Blake Title: Slow Heat Author: Leta Blake Genre: MM Paranormal Romance Publisher: Amazon Pages: 436 Blurb   A lustful young alpha meets his match in an older omega with a past. Professor Vale Aman has crafted a good life for

Karma has it in for Moswen. Trouble follows him around like a demented, faithful dog. Moswen never means for things to happen the way they do. It just does. And while things may seem bad at first, everything eventually works out for the best even if the road to getting there is a less than a smooth ride.

Percy, son of Poseidon, being able to get pregnant, as – you know – based on the myths. It’s the ocean, for heaven’s sake. The Egyptians have a pregnant male Nile god of fertility. Poseidon got himself knocked up by a male god. Aphrodite was literally just born by a dick being tossed into the ocean because it’s so super fertile and willing to give birth.

I love this so much. ❤️ Does Ben suddenly feel like Kylo again, remembering the conversation he and Hux had had about baby names if they were ever lucky enough to conceive one? Does he go back out to General Organa who says that Hux is too important to the First Order to not know their secrets so she tells Ben that he has her permission to use other methods to get information from Hux? Does Ben stay awake all night thinking about the pain that he’s got to cause Hux, but he shouldn’t care because Kylo Ren is dead and he was in love with Hux, not Ben? Does Ben go to Hux the next morning (who’s had another round of beatings and is bruised all over) and probes his mind for information but instead finds memories of Hux and his daughter? His entire pregnancy, alone, the terrible and traumatic birth where they both nearly died, her first words and her first steps, her first use of the Force and Snoke telling Hux that she’ll be a great asset, just like her father was? Does Ben come out of the probe to find that he and Hux are crying and all Ben wants to do is take Hux and leave? TELL ME! ❤️

“I am genderfluid/leaning to male and want to experience pregnancy. I will however put off any surgery and hormones until after I give birth[…]  It has similarities with being transgender. It is lovely to see any kind of representation in a positive light and to be “normalized.”  I love that I can escape to this fantasy land where males can give birth because I hate that I have to put off being my true gender if I want to have a child.” -Missy

Knox had been with Shane the night of the accident, and while both young men had dreamed of entering the national rodeo circuit, it was Knox who had escaped unharmed and went on to become a national star. Shane’s resentment toward Knox since the accident is fierce, and while Wyatt is his brother’s staunchest advocate, the passionate kiss he shared with Knox before he joined the circuit has him wondering if he can stay away from the sexy bull rider now that he’s returned.

Niso nodded, picking the baby up and out of the water quickly. “Breathe Francis…” He mumbled, getting out to get a towel and dry the baby. After he wrapped it in a fresh one, looking at Francis. “Are you feeling any better?” Niso mumbled, laying the baby down with its sibling then climbing back in the tub, frowning at the younger male.

Then he hurried over to the bathroom, picking up both swaddled babies from the floor and returning to the bedroom, laying them on the large bed next to their bearer. Francis moaned and wriggled weakly on the bed. His strength was spent. Francis threw an arm over his forehead and inhaled sharply as another contraction rolled over him. He was so tired. All he wanted was to sleep, and erase the last four hours. He turned his head and gasped loudly when his muscles tensed again, biting into the duvet to muffle his cries. Niso sat on the bed and watched him, gripping at his hand lightly now. There wasn’t anything he could do but sit there with him. Sighing, he shook his head, wondering when Francis would next give birth and how many more he’d be having. Francis buried his face in the pillow. His soft cries became more urgent as he curled in on himself, clutching his heaving abdomen. His insides felt like they were being ripped open. “Nnnggh..!”With the next contraction he squeezed Niso’s hand, hard enough to bruise. His back arched off the bed as the baby suddenly shifted and the horrible pressure in his pelvis returned. Francis groaned and rubbed his stomach furiously, feeling his muscles seize and contract against his will. This was not his body anymore; he had no control. Niso gritted his teeth but didn’t say anything, allowing Francis to squeeze his hand. “Is it coming yet?” He asked, frowning as he watched Francis continue to writhe on the bed. Using his free hand, Niso tried to keep the other’s legs spread wide, hoping the nightmare would be over soon with the final birth or births. Francis whined, struggling to loose himself from the covers. He wanted to be on all fours but his legs were tangled and plastered to the bedsheets by sweat and birth fluids. He rolled over to his side and looked at Niso. “N-Need to get up..” Francis managed to gasp out before he concentrated on his breath. This time the pain was so strong it felt like knives were being twisted inside his gut. He latched onto Niso’s arm and tried to haul himself upwards, wheezing, when suddenly his stomach clenched and a gush of fluids splashed down his legs. Francis shuddered. “AHHHHHHHHHHH…!”

After Sniper cut the umbilical cord, and Spy had delivered the afterbirth, the infant was cleaned and wrapped up in blankets to keep her warm. Spy was also seen to and had a blanket wrapped around him as well as a pillow placed beneath his head so he could rest. He would need some time to recover from the birth. Medic needed to keep him overnight for observation. The still nameless infant girl was asleep in a makeshift cot, which was really just an empty drawer filled with blankets. She was now dry and fed after Spy had (very reluctantly) expressed some milk for her to be fed via a bottle.

I love this series. I love the characters, the dialogue and storylines. I also love the action and adventure aspect of it as well. This book was no different. It had drama, action, suspense, mystery, romance…it had it all. I loved how the characters interact with each other not just the two MCs, but all of the characters. The only bump I found in the story was when they were discussing how Colin and Ed were discussing how they would take care of the baby. Colin mentioned something about being able to afford the rising health insurance premiums for the baby. Active duty service members and their families do not pay for their insurance. It’s an entitlement with the military. Me working with military insurance is the only reason why that stood out to me. Other than that tiny blip, the story was perfect. The series is a definite must read and I truly recommend it.

Summary: Eight months pregnant with twins, Aldin has just gotten through another bad date when the doorbell rings, and none other than the man that had left him alone and pregnant is on the other side of the door.

He could feel the movement of the babies inside, which made a smile creep it’s way onto his face. Each time he felt their movement inside his distended belly, it made everything worth it; he’d soon be a father. He turned his body so his stomach was now above himself while he swam, and he rubbed the orb while admiring it’s growth.

The Contingency Plan by mightypog –  When Sally and Greg prevent Sherlock from committing suicide when he thinks John has been killed, Sherlock and Sally reconsider each other. (bit of angst, nothing heavy) (this is so real like this is exactly how canon Sherlock will react if anything happens to John) (my fave)

As the next contraction hit, Adam felt it was one of the strongest he had as his body was pushing not only this egg out, but the other eggs behind it. Unable to help himself, Adam screamed, “Nnnnnghhhhh….gawd…….come out….” Adam grabbed onto the bed with one hand, while the other touched the egg, as he tried to pull it out.

Dane’s company is making headlines for all the wrong reasons, as rumors of nefarious activity have begun to fly; and though he is a strong, commanding and charismatic alpha, even Dane cannot stand against the slanderous onslaught that threatens to take do…wn his business.

He lay there breathing heavily, his face was all red from exhausting himself with pushing, but what choice did he have? There was no way he could manage to call 911; what would he tell them? ‘Hi, I have been gaining a lot of weight these past couple months and now I’m in an extraordinary amount of pain – what should I do?’ He grunted under the wave of another contraction. His face contorted in pain and he rolled onto his side trying to escape it. “Motherff….gggg” he moaned and bit down on his lip pushing with whatever energy he could muster up. Whatever was done there moved somewhat so whatever was there was now resting against his prostate, “Ahhh,” he moaned, he felt his dick twitch – through the pain he hadn’t noticed himself getting really hard, “MmNNNHHGGG” the next shot of pain was a weird mix of pain and pleasure. He reached down and started to stroke himself, keeping his mind off the pain for a little why but it didn’t last long.

Four original, unabridged, full-cast productions of Gail Carriger’s most beloved fantasy short stories: “The Curious Case of the Werewolf That Wasn’t, the Mummy That Was, and the Cat in the Jar”: A mummified cat, a secret agent, and an aristocrat entangle Alessandro Tarraboti (father of Alexia Tarraboti from the Parasol Protectorate series) in a rollicking, wry adventure into the supernatural secrets of ancient Egypt.

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I think whoever added that series to this list was thinking of it in terms of the spider being a pregnant male MC even though he’s not human. But yeah, I’m not sure whether that should count or not. I guess it could go either way depending on your perspective…

Birth mpreg 1He is home alone when contractions come. He pushes until his water breaks and his fluid breaks out. He pushes again and again struggling from the pain. The head starts to come when the pressure rises. He pushes and pants to get the baby out.

“Sam, I have to check—Sam? How, How far along…? You’re with child?” Dean did a mental double take, thinking he had heard wrong. A child, Sam, what? Of all the things he thought that was wrong with Sam, pregnancy wasn’t even on that list. Dean suddenly felt jealousy flare through his body, up his spine and spilling out of his mouth.

That’s how Indigo Lockwood sees things, anyway. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a good luck charm in the world that could save him from having his heart broken by an abusive fiancé two years ago, and Indigo’s been desperately lonely ever since.

The street was unnaturally packed today as Ikki Nomura walked through the crowd with a bag of groceries. Adjusting his glasses, he huffed and pushed his way through to see what was up with all the hustle and bustle that had suddenly stirred up in the town. It’s a lively town here but this is ridiculous. He thought with a snort.

The pain returned for the fourth time, and this time he tossed his head back and cried out; a hot, rush of fluids gushing out of both his vagina and anus all at once. It was hot against his cooled skin. He panted and gasped as he struggled to back up, seeing the fluids being washed off where he lay from the waves lapping at the edges.

     As the weeks went by, Chris’ belly got larger and larger, but he was never uncomfortable. His skin seemed to grow quickly enough to avoid stretch-marks or unpleasantness, but the baby inside seemed much lighter than it would seem, considering its size. At two weeks, Christopher’s stomach was the size of a small beach ball, and he held it before him as if it were one, filled with not much more than air.

A series sometimes starts getting stale after the first couple books, but that is most certainly not the case with Arthur’s Breaking Free series. It keeps getting more entertaining, making sure the reader wants more. Eagerly anticipating the next book. Wondering what the tale the author has spun this time.

Mpreg ElevatorMark, a pregnant male teenager, was in his second trimester of pregnancy. His belly was huge and round. He was abandoned by his partner so he decided to raise his child alone. He started going to a yoga class for pregnant males. He made new friends. They were separated into classes with the same months of pregnancy they were in. He went twice a week and stretched with his pregnant buddies. He loved going because it really relaxed his body. He went day after day and reached his third trimester. He was 9 months pregnant with his first child. He was excited for his baby to come. Every day he would let his baby listen to music, hear stories, and he bought baby clothes. He was ready for the baby to come. He went to his yoga class like any other day and talked to his friends. They would feel each other’s bellies. The instructor came in and got them ready. The classes were about an hour each. It was over and Mark and his friends went into the elevator to get to the first floor. CRASH! The ele

There were also some heavy political undertones as well that I an not sure I appreciated much. I read romance to escape reality and when that shitty reality leaks into my fantasy world in the name of a toy company it turned me off to the rest of the story.

When Braun escapes from the place that was supposed to provide him a safe environment to live, he is nearly raped by a couple of Alphas. Saved by a married Beta couple they give him shelter and he later meets their Alpha friend Tarek. Braun has a very difficult time accepting that Tarek isn’t like every other Alpha he knows and it takes a long time for him to trust that Tarek wants to take care of him.