Prosecutor Kris Jameson is ready to call off his search for true love. Abandoned at birth and raised by humans, Kris seems destined to repeat the cycle of abandonment, falling over and over again for self-centered alphas that won’t commit.
Desperate times call for desperate measures, but sometimes the brightest days are born of the darkest nights. Soon enough these two last-chancers cross paths, but will their secrets destroy any hope they have left? Either way, it’s much too late to walk away.
The problem turns out to be an unmated, nearly in-heat omega orphan who Dex and his husband rescued off the street last night. The even bigger problem is that Tarek feels the mating bond for this terrified omega immediately—and he’s pretty sure the omega feels it, too. But Braun hates alphas as a general rule, and no way is he giving in to the bond. All mating leads to is violence and suffering, so no thank you. But Tarek’s gentle kindness slips under Braun’s emotional shields, and Braun begins to want. To dream. All Braun has ever known is violent alphas, but Tarek is determined to make Braun trust him—and to trust in the idea of their happily ever after.
Adam couldn’t imagine this being happening very often, however figured the man knew what he was doing. Knowing there were more eggs waiting to come, Adam continued to try to get these two eggs out together.
Dean used to follows his father’s line of thinking, believing that witches where evil, but that changed when he met Castiel. Dean had been wounded in a hunting accident, separated from his men. He was lost, bleeding and in danger of dying in the forest when Castiel found him. The young witch nursed Dean back to health, using his knowledge of herbs and potions. It was a dangerous thing to do, Dean might have denounced him even though Castiel saved his life or John’s soldiers, who were searching for the missing prince, could have uncovered him at any moment, but Castiel never faltered in his determination to help the prince.
Without further ado, then, here are just some of my Omegaverse obsessions aka the roadmap of my descent into insanity. N.B.: My poison of choice in terms of fanfiction tends to be heavily Holmesian, and most of these focus explicitly on Holmes/Watson pairings (Sherlock/John in the BBC!verse).
First time writing a mpreg and labor scene so don’t know how good it is. I hope the original poster liked it. Like I said earlier, there will be inaccurate medical information but it’s a fic so, there’s that.
“One egg for each berry you eat. How many did you eat, anyway?” Joel asked, ignoring the question about how big the eggs were while exploring the growing belly with his hands. He saw a button pop from the man’s shirt and he removed the shirt as well.
For the purpose of this fic, let’s imagine a world where male pregnancies are fairly rare but not unheard of. This fic has been a long time coming and it got so disgustingly long, I don’t even have an excuse.
I’m most interested in stories 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.
He helped me realize that I had been living my entire life separated from the rest of the world. Through our love, he showed me what it was like to be a real man who wasn’t judged by wealth. I found that I liked helping the omega care for my house.
Synyster VengeanceBrian Haner sat in the bathroom looking at the plastic stick that lay upside down on counter. It seemed to laugh at him. He still had 3 minutes before that tiny plastic stick would decide his fate. He never knew that one drunken fling would lead to this moment. He never even figured that this was possible until he learned about men actually getting pregnant and carrying their babies to term.
I thought I could help him. Even though he was a bit clumsy, he made a good servant. But there was something more to him. Something I couldn’t quite place my paw on. It was like we were fated to be together.