Completely stuck where he was, with a newborn crying at his side, a huge egg in his anus trying to painfully come out, and a third baby in his birth canal trying to crown at the same time, he felt as though things couldn’t get any worse.
Castiel growled at each of them but they ignored him and he finally calmed down. His grace was twisting inside of him, hating the image of Dean being held down. The hunter was in so much pain that Castiel felt it through their bond.
Unable to keep himself from pushing due to the pain, he kept bearing down hard, screaming as the egg and baby were inched out of him until the baby flopped out, fluids splashing down from his stretched vagina.
I’m most interested in stories that explore compelling, thought-provoking implications of such a six-gendered world. I’m not opposed to reading smut, but smut for its own sake isn’t particularly interesting to me.
“I’m AFAB genderqueer, and I’ve always been incredibly uncomfortable with pregnancy and childbirth, to the point of feeling ill at ease around pregnant women and young babies, because so much of female gender and the idea of womanhood is wrapped up in pregnancy/motherhood, and the reverse as well, a pregnant body at this point in my culture will inevitably signify “female” to outsiders. As I get into the tail end of my potential reproductive years and start to reexamine my childfree-by-choice status, MPREG gives me an alternative POV, where reproduction is divorced from binary sex, some men have babies, some women have babies, some men impregnate, some women impregnate. I’ve seen criticism of MPREG saying “Why not just write trans characters instead” but for me that misses the point, trans people have babies right now, and that’s awesome and makes me super happy, but MPREG is like good sci fi, it’s utopian possibility, sex as irrelevant, gender as expression.” -Jay
This story is about childhood friends, Luke and Adian. They are wolves and packmates — Best friends. Of course life gets in the way and eventually they reconnect as adults. Luke wanted to rekindle their friendship and Adian is all for it.
Getting dragged into a world he knew nothing about, Matty has to rely on complete strangers to keep him safe. When he finally does find Rico, life doesn’t get any better. For one, Rico thinks he’s insane. And for two, the same people that are after Rico have put Matty on their kill on sight list.
Mpreg Part2/3Brett woke up and saw her sleeping. He felt better but whenever he moved his belly jolted with pain. He was afraid something bad happened to his baby. He set aside the thought and brought a blanket and draped Vicky. He went into the kitchen and was starting to make dinner when his belly was tight. He rubbed it to ease the pain but it still hurt every now and then. Vicky woke up to smell burning. She quickly got up and looked around through the thin layer of steam. She saw Brett laying on the kitchen floor coughing. She ran over to him and checked if he was okay. She saw the stove burning on fire. She grabbed the fire extinguisher and blew out the stove. After a few minutes the steam was starting to go away. She helped him on the couch and noticed he was in pain coming from his stomach. She massaged his belly and looked up at him. “DONT DO ANY WORK!! From now on I will!! You got me WORRIED!!” Vicky looks away and starts crying. “V-Vicky. I’m sorry. I just wanted to help.” “Well don’t.”
Gabriel Wyatt is a big city Detective living in a small Ohio town. He expects a peaceful existence once he moves from Miami, Florida, but that’s the last thing he finds. Instead, Gabe discovers murder, mayhem, and one smart-mouthed stylist he can’t get out of his head. Josh “Jazz” Roman is a small-town business owner with big dreams and an attitude to match. He finds himself in the middle of a case that brings the dreamy detective to the front door of his Curl Up and Dye salon. Josh learns that the biggest threat to him isn’t a killer; it’s a man who wants something from him that he vowed to never give again – his heart.
The egg slipped free and Joel caught it and the moment he put it down, a gush of fluids exited from the man and he was soon groaning and clutching at his still hugely pregnant belly again, trying to push the rest of the 20-odd eggs out. It was close to dusk and Joel contemplated going to sleep to leave the man to give birth to the eggs alone. After all, he had a long day tomorrow, trying to find other people who ate from the ‘poisoned-berry’ bush.
Akatora had bedded the younger nin a few times, and he did recognize the lustful movements, sounds and poses when he saw them. He looked the younger man up and down, and gave a low growl in the back of his throat as a confirmation on how he felt about it.
I rejected my father’s idea of what it meant to be Alpha — what it meant to be royalty. I lost my crown and homeland, and live in exile for plotting against my father’s machinations. I regret nothing. That isn’t true. My regrets haunt me every day. My sacrifice saved lives, and was worth it all….
Ciel screams out as he holds his knees and bears his chin down to his chest,Straining and panting. His face hot with sweat and exertion,He can’t help but scream out at the seering,tearing pain he feels. He’s sure he’s going to be ripped open,or worse,ripped completely in half. He lets out a panicked breath as he stops pushing,and he grabs hold of the curtain behind his bed and holds on tightly,Nearly ripping it from the window as he bears down again against the enormous pressure in his anus. Before long,He begins to feel the ring of fire and he gulps in a mixture of fear and pain.
A short history of my own take on the Omegaverse. A dry, boring history book about this kinky world. Best used as a reference book for those who want to know more. Don’t forget to view the glossary unfamiliar terms.
Niso shook his head quickly. “You have to push it out, the head’s out Francis!” He said, reaching into the water and holding the baby’s head still with one hand, his other holding Francis’ swollen stomach. “Push!” “Tch..!” Francis gritted his teeth. He quickly drew breath, biting back a cry as his anal muscles contracted, sealing itself around the baby’s neck. The next time he pushed, a fresh peal of pain bloomed in his anus from when both the baby’s shoulders were battering against his opening. The grip on his knees weakened as shooting pains radiated up and down his spine, his teeth baring as he pushed, hard. “Just one more..” Francis muttered darkly then heaved, feeling the baby’s shoulder slide all the way out before it was followed by the rest of its body. Dazed, he fell back and panted in exhaustion. Niso quickly caught the baby and pulled it out of the water, surprised to see it didn’t have an umbilical cord. He held it close to himself and looked at Francis, shock on his face that Francis had just given birth.
With another cry, he rolled back on his back and gripped his knees pushing. It was budging, slowly but it was coming he could feel it right up against his ass now. Oh that’s going to hurt, he thought, tears were forming and his hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat. He felt like he was a woman in labour like on those T.V. shows he sometimes watched. “Aaaghhh,” he grunted, the waves of pain were closer and harder to take each time; taking up all his energy and his body was insisting that he dispel of whatever was jammed up his ass. Alex rolled his head back trying to gather up the strength he thought he had from so many years of working out. None of that seemed to prepare him for whatever was going at the moment. He sharply inhaled between clenched teeth and bored down as another contraction came crashing his way. He wasn’t going to stop this time. He had to get rid of this thing; hopefully this was all just a bad dream, he prayed. “Gahhhh,” the thing was slipping down, down – he could feel his asshole stretching in a way it never had stretched before and probably shouldn’t be stretched in such away. “Ohhhhhhh!!!!!” he moaned this time in more pleasure as he came all over his stomach and collapsed back on the bed.
Joel watched the man squirm against the contraction as a small egg suddenly slipped out and he caught it, cleaning it and putting it on the bed beside the man. Another huge gush of fluids exited the man and he saw blood trickling out of his hole.
He went over to the cot to look at his daughter. He stroked the top of her head. She wriggled slightly at the touch. Sniper then proceeded to pick her up to hold her in his arms. She looked up at him with her sea blue eyes. The assassin couldn’t help but grin.
“Another bad one, huh?” Brandon asked, looking up from the magazine he was reading. He’d been the only person to help Aldin and stay there with him, and despite not being the babies father he was willing to take on the roll of one for his best friend.
The recovery included an brief introduction to the need to be controlled, hurt and dominated, and quickly acknowledges a laundry-list of BDSM-type activities and needs (without very little graphic depiction). Those looking repeated anddetailed BDSM scenes will be disappointed, and those squicked out by BDSM themes might not appreciate the ending. To me, the “Broken Alpha’s” need to submit to control and pain made sense, and the realization and acknowledgement of this need in the pair was interesting if a bit brief. The story touches on slipping into the submissive cravings and the exploration of how “submissive space” filled essential needs. While not quite as thorough or detailed as I would have preferred, I do commend the author for tackling this approach to BDSM (as I know many “real-life” submissives who use a trip into BDSM “sub-space” as an extremely cathartic release from past, abusive powerlessness).
Alphas and Omegas often are slaves to their biology. Sometimes there is actual slavery inside a fic’s world, with Omegas usually occupying the lowest social strata, which some of my respondents love as a trope and other hate with a passion.