At twenty-eight, James Warrington, only son and heir to Warrington Ltd—a billion-dollar dynasty of oil-freighters—feels like his life’s course is set. Handsome, spoiled, but likeable, it seems nothing can stand in his way.
It doesn’t help that he’s completely and utterly alone, with only quick and easy online hook-ups for company. But what would he do if he met somebody that he couldn’t discard after a few sexy camera chats?
Hinata is being stalked and needs a new safe place to stay, Daichi is a cop that lives in a house with bachelors their last housekeeper quit and the agency will not send anymore. Omega Hinata runs into Sgt. Daichi of the Kurasano police department and finds a place to stay. Now Hinata must let his boss know that Nesting Crows has taken on a new client, one that has a reputation for being the filthiest place full of rowdy unbounded alphas. Shoyo knows he can’t do this all on his own and it will take the full staff of Nesting Crows to keep the Alphas fed, clothed and out of trouble.On top of that, Hinata has sworn off Alphas or any relationships if only he can tell his beating heart that when Kageyama looks at him with those cobalt eyes his heart melts and the rest of his wants to submit. Will he survive? Nesting Crows is about to get the most challenging client yet.
Side note to consider: Romance novels featuring strong, heroic knights to the rescue of damsels in distress have also been called misogynistic. However, it’s important to note that erotic literature expresses fantasies, not a person’s political views. The things that arouse us – or not – aren’t logical or follow socio-political discourses. Thus, a reader can oppose unfair gender dynamics and at the same time appreciate “Alpha to the rescue” type Omegaverse plots.
Good work! ^_^ However, at the end of the story, why Ciel has to leave the room while he also just gave birth to twins, and the father is Sebastian, not someone else. Maybe, it’d better if all 3 of them (especially Ciel and Sebastian) can rest together with their 4 children.
The blurb for this fired my imagination from the start. In a world where omegas are second-class citizens with few civil rights and almost no protections under the law. Bring it on I thought. I’m ready.
Practicing the Same Religion by Geoviki. Mpreg is a common Harry Potter trope. “Classic Harry/Draco Mpreg. It’s the fic that everyone says, ‘I don’t usually like/read Mpreg BUT… loved this story!'” (2005)
Adam scream died down when a contraction stopped. He could feel the egg at his opening as the tip would come out with pushing, yet go back in when he stopped. Knowing this wasn’t one of the small eggs, Adam wondered how big it was although was afraid to ask. The other man was talking to the egg almost like it would come out.
”If you’re not going to help,GET OUT GRELL!” He screams in blind fury,clutching his stomach tightly and hissing under his breath from the sheer magnitude of the pain ripping through him. Grell steps back,startled.
Dean winced and clutched at his gut, trying his hardest not to cry out but it was almost impossible. His mind was foggy as he listened to the growls and the shouts. He could feel the little critter inside of him squirming and panicking in need to come 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.
Devastated by Drew’s constant absence, Matt starts wondering if Drew ever really loved him at all. And when he finds out that the old pack’s alpha—Matt’s gorgeous ex—wants him back, Matt starts to question his entire life.
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.
Big Time Rush – Rated: T – English – Hurt/Comfort/Supernatural – Chapters: 12 – Words: 24,516 – Reviews: 65 – Favs: 11 – Follows: 13 – Updated: 2/19 – Published: 6/26/2017 – Kendall, Carlos, Logan, James
I’m a little bummed I didn’t enjoy this more. Something was just missing for me. Not enough to make it bad but just off. I mostly liked the characters, they were fine. I did feel for them. But the writing felt a little….shallow. There’s a lot of serious difficult subjects but it didn’t delve into it deep enough for me. There were a couple of political references that made me laugh/cringe. Braun kind of annoyed me towards the end. The groveling he made Tarek do was a little much. Tarek had his …more
Opinions on this vary; different fics deal with this in different way – or not at all, in some cases. A/B/O fics run the risk of glossing over the issue of consent, which a majority of my survey participants found highly problematic.
Between clenched teeth, he paused breathing heavily trying to get his wits about him but then there was a strange wetness between his legs, had he just peed on himself? With some difficulty and pain he pulled himself off the bed to find a large wet stain on his boxers. Another wave of pain hit him, what had he done? He groaned furiously rubbing his stomach which didn’t help the pain but sent pleasure to his groin; his penis seemed constantly in some state of arousal since the growth of his stomach. Even more so since this pain started. When the pain passed, he removed his wet boxers carefully not wanting to touch himself yet, and his dick seemed just as sensitive as his stomach and nipples in recent months. “Unnng,” the pain returned hitting him hard. Alex sank back down on his bed massaging his stomach with both hands to calm the tense pain racking his body steadily every couple minutes or so. He laid back down his head on his pillow feeling another shift in the weight of his stomach. In the recent weeks his stomach’s weight seemed to be ‘dropping’ sort of like something was inside there being drawn down. There was no explaining it, not that he went to the doctor’s or anything – he hated the doctor’s and it was so easy to think of excuses not to go since the slightest touch of his stomach would send the best pleasures through his body. Somehow though, Alex was regretting that decision now.
The Medic pulled on his rubber gloves, releasing them with a snap. “I might have somezing”. He then stared to search through what looked like gas canisters that he had tucked away in the far corner. He came back with a twin set that had a dusty tube and mask hanging off them. He hadn’t needed to use it for a while, not since he’d invented the medigun.
“AAAAAHHHH, okay my absolute favorite thing about it is how it takes our current gender dynamics and FUCKS WITH THEM FOREVER. Men thinking about their cycles, worrying about pregnancy, the difficulties of navigating through gender politics when you are socially and politically disenfranchised, but this time starring MEN. There is nothing in this world that I love as much as I love fucking with gender roles. And omegaverse is AMAZING for that. But I also love that, because of the overwhelming nature of heats, the issue of consent MUST be discussed thoughtfully at some point, and that is one of the most amazing things about fanfiction in general.” (Brynna, female, bisexual, 30-40, Canada)
I absolutely hate crowded places. I like avoiding crowd as much as possible. I know what you are thinking my profession involves me being around a lot of people but honestly it’s just an occupational hazard for me. I see Manager Minsŏ wave and gesture me to come. I hastily walk towards him to avoid the mob of people around me.
Alpha anger barrier began Beta blocks body breath chair chest cock couldn’t crafters don’t want door Drocco asked Drocco exhaled Drocco growled Drocco looked Drocco nodded Drocco stood Drocco turned Eastern Lands Eiros Emperor Drocco epic fantasy everything eyes narrowed face feel fingers floor frowned fuck glanced glared going goosebumps grabbed hadn’t hair hand Haze head keeper hips Imperial Majesty instincts isn’t King Malloron King of Ashens kiss kitten knew knot leaned legs lifted lips Lox Empire magic mind Miss Lefroy moaned Mother Azia mouth moved neck nest never Omega orgasm pain Palace parchment pheromones pleasure portal pressed pulled purr pussy realized Records Keep research room scent seemed slick slowly smile snapped spell stood stopped sure Talent Talent-crafters tell things thought told took Torin nodded tortured true mate trying Vamore voice wait wall warriors wasn’t watched you’re
Lance, having lived as the High Alpha of a secret tiger shifter Streak his entire life, is itching to get out and experience the world beyond the boundaries of the forest in which he lives. At night he gazes down into the glittering lights of the city, and wonders what it would be like to leave everything he knows behind, and indulge his curiosity among the very beings who threaten his people’s existence.
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.
There were five cribs lined next to each other with a kitty mobile hanging above. The room was painted a soft beige so it wouldn’t disturb the little one’s eyes and there were plushies and furniture with the theme of cats and kittens. Yaku’s eyes landed on the rocking chair that had their own cat Rocket(irony) lying beside it. He waddle over to it and sat down on it, resting against it while tears fall from his eyes.
Writing from both the cutting edge of scientific discovery and the front-lines of elite athletic performance, National Magazine Award-winning science journalist Alex Hutchinson presents a revolutionary account of the dynamic and controversial new science of endurance.
He dazed off through the window as his history teacher droned on about the political views of Hawaii in the early 1900’s. Jim couldn’t keep focus on such nonsense; he didn’t care what the political views of Hawaii once were. He was only a few weeks delivering a secret he had been hiding so well, his mind could only ever drift off to the thought of was yet to come. Jim’s daze was broken was he was welcomed back to reality when he felt her shift a bit.
Dean had his entire delivery planned out to the minute, there wasn’t a detail he had overlooked. What he didn’t plan for was going into labor a month early while John was away on a hunt, and being trapped by a blizzard with only his brother to help deliver his child.
“I am genderfluid/leaning to male and want to experience pregnancy. I will however put off any surgery and hormones until after I give birth[…] It has similarities with being transgender. It is lovely to see any kind of representation in a positive light and to be “normalized.” I love that I can escape to this fantasy land where males can give birth because I hate that I have to put off being my true gender if I want to have a child.” -Missy
Now the two men not only have to navigate a confusing mix of emotions and figure out what the bond between them means, they have to do so in complete secrecy. Not even members from Ryan’s own pack can know. After all, it won’t be just their lives that are impacted should they fail–their unborn pup would also be in danger.
Suddenly, Francis felt the ring of fire return as his anus slowly bulged and stretched around the baby’s head. His chest burned and he paused to draw breath but too late, the head had slipped back inside. Get back out here!” Niso felt helpless. He could only stay by the pregnant male and offer just the smallest relief. His hands kneaded the knots in Francis’ heaving flank and lower back, easing some of the pressure. “You’re doing it, just keep pushing. It’s already crowned Francis.” He kissed the laboring male’s shoulder and temple as encouragement then shuffled back to check Francis’ entrance. Niso was able to make out a tuft of dark hair poking out as the baby started to crown, and knew it would come out quickly if Francis gave a hard push.
Blake Sanderson is a punk. An alpha wolf with no responsibilities. Watching the world from the street corners, he thinks he’s immune to trouble. All that changes when he crosses a feral wolf who will do anything to put him down. And now there’s this omega named Josh, carrying the weight of the world in his eyes, telling him they’re supposed to be mates…
Shea Huntington’s been on the run since he was twelve years old. His parents dead and his clan eradicated, Shea is the Last Omega of the Huntington Mountain Wolves pack. But he isn’t alone. A wily Beta with Alpha-dreams has been by his side the last six years, and five and a half of those years were without serious incident.