“Mpreg Birth Pain O Abo Ao Omegaverse”

I’ll be updating this post regularly as more great fics will inevitably come along. And I’ll always be happy to rec specific fics to anyone and everyone! Just ask. I read Johnlock fanfic 24/7 every single day so might as well utilize it somehow. 

He cried out with more push and something plopped down onto the bed followed by a rush of fluids. Alex gasped in relief that it was over. He rolled over to see that the thing inside of him was a baby – he had just given birth. He picked up the little girl and smiled. “Hey…”

I have to say that I enjoyed this book. I cried for Ed, and I love it when a story pulls those emotions from me. Mal, is still my favorite character so I was hoping to see more of him than I did, but who doesn’t hope for more of their favorite character.

In bed, Mephiles sat up, silently watching over his dear mate. He watched as Silver slept and breathed in and out with his stomach moving a bit, showing the baby kicking and stretching its legs. Mephiles, who was curious, very much like a child, wondered how he could sleep like that.

the reason i get so discoursey about mpreg is not solely about the kink itself or the various tropes for it. it stems from the fact that this kink and these associated elements like a/b/o are largely created and supported by cis people. what do you think this looks like to us? that you would rather use convoluted psuedoscience to wave away biological impossibilities with cismpreg, just so you can have dudes with dicks? that you would rather pass off things like anal live birth as normal in your creative works, rather than make a character a transman, which wouldn’t alter the character in any other way other than their genitalia? it holds up cissexist values that only further alienate and offend transmasculine fans of this kink, including myself and others. as well as any other transmasc people who have to see cismpreg art and be reminded that the majority of cis sentiments is that penis = male, and in order for it to be ‘male pregnancy’ a guy has to have a dick even though thats entirely biologically bogus. its hurtful. its insulting to some of us who are trying to normalize our bodies and use interests like this as coping mechanisms, creative expression, and of course, good wholesome jerk-off material that we can actually relate to

Dean took a deep breath, his entire body and soul exhausted. He knew he should be resting already but he just didn’t want to miss out on a second of being around his children. He just wished Sam and Bobby could be there but they wouldn’t even be able to look at the children. Before he could even think another thought, he passed out.

Groaning aloud, he panted once the pain subsided and allowed him to catch his breath. The mass in both his vagina and anus had moved down a little more thankfully, but not much. Wondering if maybe he could feel it with a finger, he reached between his legs and groaned while he inserted a finger inside himself.

My interest was even more piqued when I read the author’s introduction in which she names the current political situation in the US and Leta’ Blake’s Slow Heat (a book I thoroughly loved) as major inspirations.

“Sammy, remember the last time I plowed that little ass of yours. You were moaning like the wanton whore you are. Tell me, how many dicks have you begged for? Probably already lost count, didn’t you slut?” Dean said all of that with a smug smile.

Title: Finding Finn: Wolf Shifter MPreg Romace (Wolf’s Mate #1) Author: Kiki Burrelli Publisher: Self published Release Date: September 1, 2016 Genre(s): Gay Paranormal Romance / Mpreg Page Count: 184 pages Reviewed by: Tosh Heat Level: 3.9 flames out of 5 Rating: 5 stars out of 5 Blurb: Finn thinks he’s not worthy of love. Luke thinks he’s destined to be a lone wolf. But once they find each other,…

This was an emotional story. Braun has pretty much lived his life in fear of his first heat because that would mean he is then eligible for mating. His father’s death is a relief but then it send him into an even worse situation to contend with.

      The strange thing was that besides Becca, nobody seemed to notice or care about his rotundity. Life went on as normally as it ever had. Chris woke up every day feeling ecstatic, and everything seemed to go right for him.

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In canon, mpreg is often explained by alien biology. Alien Nation and Star Trek: Enterprise both have canonical male pregnancy, Torchwood has a reference to it as well, and in Farscape one of the alien male characters accidentally does much of the gestating of John and Aeryn’s child.[2]

Story connected to The Feather Effect. Includes all angels and archangels. Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel, Balthazar, Castiel, Dean, Sam, Bobby, Crowley etc. *Sabriel *Destiel. An Mpreg story but in my own way… soul/grace pregnancy and eventual Angel!Dean. They think he is just addicted to grace…but it is so much more.

Baby Mine pt.1 (Het Mpreg Birth)The morning of October 16th had started of as any other morning.  For the first time in the past few weeks, I had managed to get a full night’s sleep without worrying about Tom. Of course, I shouldn’t have worried; after all he’s done this twice before, his pregnancy had been textbook so far and between the two of us, I’ve lost count of how many babies we’ve delivered.  What’s one more?

He no longer wore his Asgardian clothes which were now in tatters since the doctors and nurses had to cut him out of them. He instead wore a generic hospital gown. Several bruises had formed all over Loki’s body since Thor had last seen him. The doctors had also informed him that he did indeed have a fractured skull, two broken ribs and a few torn ligaments.

Karter and Jax’s story will keep you reading from first to the last page. A deeply meaningful story about hearing what another person is really saying, beyond words. Jax is mute, resulting from his abuse and this challenges everyone to learn to listen and communicate wi …more

“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.

Raising our young is a difficult process. To limit emotional attachment, we are not permitted to raise our own children. The moment they are born, a couple steps up to take them away. You don’t even get to hear them cry. This, like our deadened feelings, is also for a good cause. Handfuls of my species adopt multiple offspring, while those who are too irresponsible cannot corrupt young minds. In a sense, everybody wins.

Groaning loud, Ferris panted after the contraction and slowly lay his baby down on a patch of smooth rocks, before he hefted himself to his hands and knees. His stomach was still heavily swollen despite having just birthed a full term baby. He reached behind himself, and pushed a finger inside to feel if he was really having a baby anally.

“F-Francis…” Niso mumbled softly, shifting so the tired male could see the baby. He looked down at it too when it began to cry. “N-Niso..” Francis moaned weakly, leaning his weight against the older male, his body still shaking from the strain of delivery. Slowly, he turned to look at the squalling baby cradled in Niso’s arms. Francis couldn’t believe the baby had come out of him. Before he could dwell too long on the insanity of the birth, his body convulsed and he arched his back, groaning anew when another contraction hit and a torrent of fluids expelled from his anus. “No..no..n-not again,” Francis cried, face flushed and shiny with sweat. It was too soon! Niso bit his lip and got up from the tub, finding a towel and wrapping the baby in it. After laying the baby on the floor where it was safe he got back into the tub, gripping Francis’ hand now. “It’s happening again?” Niso swallowing hard as he looked down to Francis’ still swollen stomach with a shake of his head. Francis nodded jerkily. His chest burned with each quick and shallow breath, his lungs desperate for more air. But before he could gasp again, he surrendered himself to another painful contraction and bore down with a vengeance. The pressure in his anus was escalating. He bellowed loudly and squeezed Niso’s hand for support. His head was spinning from lack of oxygen and he wanted the pain to disappear but it was only worsening. He paused for a brief moment to collect himself then jerked back with a cry when an involuntary spasm seized his body. The next baby was on the edge of crowning. “I can’t,” Francis begged and looked imploringly at Niso. He was defeated. “I can’t do this..It hurts too much..”Niso just shook his head and kept a tight grip on Francis’ hand. “Push Francis!” He ordered him harshly, glaring a little. “I gave birth to your six kids! Now push!” He growled. Deep down, he felt mildly angry at Francis’ for giving up so early. He pressed his hand to Francis’ stomach and narrowed his eyes at him. “Push.” “S-Stop it! Get offa me.” Francis bucked and jerked, trying to wrench himself free from Niso’s grips. He felt as though he was tearing in half, his sore anus bulging and straining to release the baby trapped inside his canal. It did not come out with his last push and he gasped for breath then fell forward, groaning as its head edged closer and closer to his anus, stretching him past the point of pain. Grunting, Francis threw his head back and pushed again, face and neck reddening from the extreme effort. Despite the pain wracking his body, he yanked his knees to his chest and bore down, cursing and screaming, when suddenly something slippery and wet emerged between his thighs, gushing fluids. “Haa..haa..h-head’s out,” he called weakly.