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Niso held the baby’s head lightly, looking up at Francis. “Keep pushing now!” Francis nodded and bore down hard. When the pain peaked, he struggled to keep his knees from buckling as the widest point of the baby’s shoulders rammed into his hole. The taste of copper was heavy on his tongue. Bearing down again, Francis gasped as the shoulders rotated with the next contraction. Feeling the baby twisting itself free, he gritted his teeth and swung his fists blindly, striking the bed several times. He continued pushing and straining. “Gyaahhh..!” Francis exhaled and suddenly the pressure disappeared, the baby having slipped into Niso’s waiting hands. His world was spinning and he swayed on his hands and knees. “N-Niso?”

But when Mattt arrives, he finds that Hillary needs his help. Her new family is suffering a media scandal, and they need his journalistic savvy to help right the wrong. Unfortunately for Matt, helping them will involve close work with Hillary’s new brother-in-law: the remote, difficult and commanding owner of the company, Drew Matherson.

You have to much creativity, I’m pretty sure than your writes block don’t go stand for much longer. Maybe When I reply this it’s already been passed! Hahaha. Anyway, You have all the reason to be proud, you are making a great job!

Hey everyone!! I have had a magical week so far! I hope you are all …wonderfully well. I am so very excited to tell you that Book 6 of The Full Moon Series is finally here. It’s called “Heart of the Alpha” and it’s the final book of Series One! I truly hope you love it, I am already working on Series Two. In fact, as I write this it’s waiting for me to continue! I can’t wait to share Book 1 as soon as it’s ready! Thanks for leaving your amazing reviews too, if you’ve done so. I am truly grateful. As usual, I am sending so much love and gratitude for your continued support of my work. Stay happy and remember how awesome you are! Lots of love and loads of luck, Mia xxx Heart of the Alpha See More

Sam and Castiel had just gotten Dean back into the Devil’s trap. Sam didn’t take his eyes off his brother, his lover, making sure he didn’t pull another stunt like the first one. Sam unconsciously put his arms around his middle. His abs had lost the definition of muscles and had gotten soft; soft because of the child growing in his womb.

Tôi bị đá khi thông báo với bạn trai về chuyện mình có bầu. Hắn ta không muốn có con nên đuổi tôi ra khỏi nhà. Vì thế mà tôi phải mang cái bụng chửa 9 tháng đạp xe đi đưa thư, giao hàng để kiếm tiền trang trải cho 2 cha con.

Synopsis: Caden is a wildlife photographer looking forward to spending time isolated in the Alaska wilderness practicing his craft – until he meets Drake.  The rough and tumble lumberjack of a man has a reputation for being a grumpy loner, but when Caden gets past the initial awkward meeting, his mind (and other parts of his anatomy) can’t stop thinking about the rustic hunk of a man.  When Drake tells Caden they are fated mates and, oh yeah, he can turn into a bear, the functioning brain in the photographer doubts the wisdom of staying in an isolated cabin near this man, while his body seems to have other ideas.

“Doesn’t feel ridiculous to me,” Sam says between kisses and Dean has to concede that he’s right. The next kiss, complete with a bite to his lip, makes Dean moan embarrassingly loud. The way Sam’s body presses against him definitely helps, too.

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.

Clawing at the sheet, he managed to catch a tiny rip and tear a length free. He had no idea where to tie, so resorted to using what he’d seen on movies, before bringing his son to his chest. The babies tiny fingers seemed so impossibly small

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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.

Synopsis: A tortured Omega is rescued by a Triad of uber-powerful Alphas who claim to be potential mates.  However, when the new bonds are tested by a deceitful plea for help, betrayal, and quick doubt among the potential mates, fear and anger overwhelm trust and developing love.

     Arthur went into his room and got ready for his final event of the night. It wasn’t really his room, but it worked as one. It had a nice bed, a small refrigerator full of alcohol, and some little chairs and couches spread about in the wide room. Every room here was like that, but some had costumes and toys in closets or wardrobes. Like the one he was about to go to. He finished putting the tight shorts on and looked at himself. He still needed to find the rest of the costume. He didn’t hate the job, but he didn’t love it either. In a final desperate stretch for money, his brother had hooked him up here, where the pay was pretty well. Arthur put the hat

The Third Alternative by Billie McIver, a 1983 Star Trek: TOS story in which Kirk wants to have a child so he talks Spock into letting McCoy do the procedure that will allow Kirk to carry one. This fanwork appears in The Voice #2.

I’d like to see Alpha male Jared, and Bitch male Jensen. Jensen is a snotty prude (think Lady from lady and the tramp) he may be a bitch male but he’s not just going to let anybody take a go at his sweet little ass…until he meets Jared…then prudey little Jensen turns cock slut for Jared. Bonus points for J2 being OTP, Jensen was a virgin before Jared, and now that they met each other, it’s for life.

My name is Benson Tyler. I am 23 years old and a single mom. Never met a guy I wanna settle down with you know? Now you are probably wondering how I got pregnant if I never had a guy I wanna settle with right? Well the answer is simple. I was artificially inseminated.

All omegas would act differently towards an alpha approaching them during heat, honestly. It also pretty much depends on the author’s depiction of the classes in the story. The one I’ve seen that’s most popular is the idea that an omega will want the alpha to fuck them, yeah. It varies on how the alpha approaches, though, cause again, it depends on the author. In some stories the alpha may think it’s their right to check on the omega, while others will be really sheepish about it.

Seeing the fluids, Niso got onto his knees and helped Francis onto his hands and knees, rubbing at his lower back after. “Breathe Francis.” He mumbled, glancing at the other babies a moment before turning his attention back on Francis. “Just push like before.” Niso said softly, leaning down and kissing his head lightly while he massaged Francis’ back. Francis nodded shakily. He followed Niso’s gaze and stared at the two slumbering babies but his heart was hollow and he felt oddly detached. Confused, he lowered his eyes and tried to concentrate on the birth instead. “Hhhnngg..!” Francis bore down on instinct, pushing and straining against the pressure inside him while he held his breath. He could feel how his loose hole opened up even more to receive the large baby as it forced its way through him, pulverizing his pelvis muscles. Howling in pain, Francis thrust his hips with a sharp jerk and raised his ass higher in the air. Straining hard, he dropped his forehead to rest against his forearms, grunting terribly as the baby slid deeper down his rectum. The level of pain he was enduring defied the normal limits of what a human body was meant to withstand.

His belly was so big it made walking awkward and he had to waddle everywhere he went and he blushed whenever someone looked his way. Ikki didn’t care though as he loved Kyo even being so pregnant, knowing that they were going to be parents soon. Just a couple more months, he thought with a slight smile as the two walked (Or one walked while the other waddled) down the street and back home.

Writers who build a story around mpreg knows they’re writing about a man getting pregnant. They are aware of the gender differences. But isn’t that the reason we read fiction and fantasy? Isn’t it also the point? We all read fiction for one reason to read about a world that doesn’t and would never exist.  Male pregnancy is fun to right. It’s fun to build a large world where a man can get pregnant naturally

2. Mpreg, as a category, is the fetishization of trans men’s bodies to primarily pursue male pregnancy above all else (often involving plenty of smut), more often than not ignoring any and all trans experiences that either don’t fit the narrative they want to tell, or are too ‘difficult’ or ‘scary’ for the writers to write. This is deeply fetishistic in a world where there’s next to representation of trans men that doesn’t include the fetishization of their bodies and the sexual use of them in ways befitting the cis gaze and standard dehumanization.

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