“Mpreg Incarnation Have The Whole Knotting Kink”

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.

An avid reader of het romance, her first foray into reading published m/m romance (slash fanfic doesn’t count) is thanks to a Dear Author review of K.A. Mitchell’s CHASING SMOKE. After devouring K.A.’s existing backlist, she dove headfirst into other authors. While she prefers contemporary, she’ll occasionally sample an historical or SFF m/m romance.

Levi said a few more words in a sort of harsh yet somehow soft tongue, gray eyes appearing to glow silver beneath the light of the moon as he continued to whisper and chant to complete their blood oath.

”No,No Ciel. Spread your legs. I know this is uncomfortable for you,I know but I need you to cooperate with me.” He says,Biting his tongue with pain,Trying to prevent Ciel from noticing before finally spreading Ciel’s legs back out. He feels in Ciel’s anus and his eyes go wide as he feels that Ciel is in fact,in labor. He takes a deep breath and withdraws his finger,Wiping it on an unused handkerchief.

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Is the world really falling apart? Is the ideal of progress obsolete? In this elegant assessment of the human condition in the third millennium, cognitive scientist and public intellectual Steven Pinker urges us to step back from the gory headlines and prophecies of doom, which play to our psychological biases. Instead, follow the data: Pinker shows that life, health, prosperity, safety, peace, knowledge, and happiness are on the rise, not just in the West but worldwide.

Like Laura, Beccy (female, straight, 15-30, UK) also named “The use of a so-called “alpha voice” as a means of controlling every area of an omega’s life” as their least favourite aspect of Omegaverse.

She’d gotten dressed and waddled down to the kitchen to begin her baking. At least now, she knew she could have breakfast ready before the children woke up. She knew she was in for a long labour because of her body’s physical shape so she didn’t want to waste any time. Clive ran in before she was done, “Oh, did I wake you?” Alexis asked her eldest son, of almost 11. He nodded and sat down groggily.  “Well, breakfast will be ready soon. Why don’t you go wake up your brothers and sisters?” He groaned and got back up again slumping back down the hall to go get them. It was about 20 minutes late before all 7 of her children that were able to walk had sat down at the table. “I didn’t want to wake up Tommy.” Clive told

Dean kept worrying. Thankfully, after an hour Sam fell into a light sleep. Good, he could up his strength to push later. Dean couldn’t wait for the baby to be born. Was it a boy, a girl? He was actually excited and his demonic side was…quiet. With it being so silent he felt like shit for going after Sam and nearly killing him…him and their unborn child. If he had succeeded, if Cas hadn’t shown up on time…no he wouldn’t think that. Sam kept whimpering softly in his sleep and Dean stroke his hair while shushing him.

Confident Scout was gone, the Spy straightened himself up and tried to assess the situation. By the looks of things, he’d gone into labour. He had to do everything he could to try not to panic from this revelation. His waters hadn’t broken, that was a good sign. The pain wasn’t constant and for now was bearable. But, if women who’d had children were to be believed, that wouldn’t be the case for long. He knew he’d have to go to the infirmary soon, but would rather not unless he really had to. He was already in a humiliating enough situation as it was no thanks to that madman of a doctor. So Spy continued to pace up and down the small room, stopping to pant whenever he had a contraction. He didn’t know what else to do. The whole time he felt waves of anxiety wash over him which he hadn’t felt since he was a boy, and they only grew stronger as went on. Spy had never been in this sort of situation before. Never in a million years thought he would. He had no control over what was happening to his own body. He wasn’t prepared for the labour or the birth at all. He’d read some books on how it happened, but found nothing on how to cope with any of it. For the first time in a long time he felt… scared. No, terrified.

Or at least they didn’t in Dallas Summer’s world – until a nasty encounter in Central Park shatters that notion forever. Dallas finds his life flipped upside down when a sexy stranger knocks on his door.

Dean’s eyes widened at he stared at the celestial being in Castiel’s hands. He had never seen a celestial being as it was but since he was angelic, he truly could see it without having his eyes burned out. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing; it was indescribable. The child was like a huge beam of sunshine with a form that Dean couldn’t even think of words for. There were just two things he could recognize; one was the bright, crystal blue orbs that seemed even brighter than the form if that was possible. The other was what he could see a shape of wings but they were nothing but light, crystalized and sparkling.

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…”

if you’re cis and you enjoy this interest, please be mindful of how you enjoy it, and what you enjoy about it. be proactive about your interest in kinks! look into exactly what you appreciate about something, and what a specific notion of it truly means to you if you are legitimately upset that people tell you its offensive to you! by being apathetic in your consumption of porn, you are adding to the notion that all porn is inherently toxic, and all kinks like mpreg are inherently transphobic. if you enjoy my art, you should know that i do not want you to enjoy it as an apathetic consumer. i draw these things for me and people like me, for those of us who want porn that doesn’t play into cissexism[7]

Oh lord. Where to start. Look, this is not the best written fic in the world, not least (I think) because the author wrote it during NaNoWriMo, so it’s perhaps not been beta read or edited as well as it could’ve been. But it had me absolutely gripped from start to finish. I loved the storyline (it’s historical abo mpreg, I was in heaven), and the historical stuff, you can really tell the author knows what they’re talking about. It’s dark and bloody at times, but Stiles is pretty awesome throughout and Derek as “the Beast” is explained and developed very well. If, like me, you love a bit of abo mpreg and historical high drama, and you can overlook a few typos, this is fantastic stuff.

And omg thank you all so much for the suggestions! They helped out a lot and I really hope you like the way this chapter turns out. I didn’t use Mary or John because of how often it is used. I hope you don’t mind. It’s been very difficult to write it.

Lása wanted to be left alone, to go back to Garnet to face the charges for killing his mate. He didn’t expect for Moria to stand up from him, or the council to pardon his crime. Or someone to open his eyes to love and passion.

He went back to Draco and tried once again to wake him. Draco didn’t even wake up enough to bat his hands away this time. Harry finally got frustrated enough to slap his face, hard. Draco woke up enough to blink blearily at him, and promptly went back to sleep. That was when Harry remembered to potion Draco had taken right before going to bed. He hadn’t been sleeping well because Harry kept waking him up all through the night, going to the bathroom every hour and complaining of backaches. It figured the one time Draco broke down and took a sleep aide, it would be the one time Harry truly needed him awake.

“What the hell are you all doing here? I have been trying to contact you all morning to inform you,” ranted Harry, pausing when his water broke to stream down his legs, “that I’m in labour and my water just broke. I can’t wake up Draco because he took a sleeping draught last night, and I didn’t know what to do.” By the end of his tirade, Harry was sobbing in relief that he wouldn’t have to go through this alone.

The number-one best-selling author of The Future of the Mind traverses the frontiers of astrophysics, artificial intelligence, and technology to offer a stunning vision of man’s future in space, from settling Mars to traveling to distant galaxies. Formerly the domain of fiction, moving human civilization to the stars is increasingly becoming a scientific possibility – and a necessity. Whether in the near future due to climate change and the depletion of finite resources or in the distant future due to catastrophic cosmological events, humans will one day need to leave Earth.

“Angels do, Dean” Castiel explained with an annoyed voice, “despite whatever vessel they possess. And honestly I do not see what your problem with this is. They will be my children, not yours!” Castiel had chosen than time to turn from Dean, so he missed the wounded look that passed Dean’s face but Sam had not, and by the time Cas turned back Dean’s anger was back.

This book really confused me. I don’t remember any of Arthur’s other books being this melodramatic and cheesy. She’s never been a stranger to angst, sure, but when the characters start spewing things like, “you being angry with me was tearing at my soul”, you’ve passed angst and skipped right on into Eyerollsville.

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.

Cam was just looking for a little fast cash. Stuck at his parents’ house after a nasty breakup, he needed the huge payout offered by Cain Enterprises. Even if it meant being mated by a devastatingly handsome–and devastatingly straight–alpha.

As the latest contraction gripped her bulging belly, her tail curling of its own accord in reaction to the pain, she groaned, “Not a million times, Tris, maybe just two or three.” Her eyes were scrunched shut in an effort to block everything, including the pain, out.

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Adam felt re leaved yet curious as the man walked out holding something in his hand. Still trying to get the egg out, Adam began trying to push on his heavy stomach pushing down hoping anything would work.

I always say it’s the class system based on biological characteristiques and knotting, though other nonnies have pointed out that knotting isn’t omnipresent in fic being written nowadays. Mpreg isn’t so much needed as the possibility of mpreg – and someone may write fic where alphas and omegas are biological dead ends and thus remove the possibility of mpreg and thus remove that possibility and I, personally, would still consider it a/b/o as long as they’d be a differentiated social group. The same rational goes for heats, as long as other biological markers are in place to account for the biological part of the genre. It’s the the articulation between those differences and the social [side] of things that is really the indispensable part.[7]

Tarek Bloom is settled in his workaholic, single lifestyle, even if it is somewhat embarrassing to be a twenty-eight year-old unmated alpha. He enjoys his job as a constable, helping people and solving problems, so he isn’t prepared for his life to flip upside-down when he walks into his beta friend Dex’s apartment to help with “a problem.”

Another contraction made him stop and bear down again, pushing hard to birth his young. The egg was pushed out a little more, revealing more and more of it’s girth as it stretched his anus painfully. He cried out at the burning of being stretched in both his anus and vagina as his baby crowned in his vagina.

The method of how the characters healed and resolved these strains was not as gripping as I would have liked – it seemed a bit too expository more than riveting, although the basic actions and ideas in the resolution were certainly somewhat novel  and compelling.

Sherlock was standing in the kitchen when it happened, hand resting on the top of his belly as he watched John cook, and the doctor turned with a concerned look on his face when he heard Sherlock’s noise of surprise. He turned to find the detective with both hands pressed against his stomach, a look of shock on his face.

One Direction/Union J RPF: Genesis by aimmyarrowshigh – Harry Styles/George Shelley fic exploring the effect of A/B/O dynamics on Western religion and subsequently on culture. A/B/O status is a heavy metaphor for misogyny and sexism. (2013-2014 WIP)