“Mpreg Naruto Real-Time Knotting”

For Adelene (female, straight, 25-30, USA), the genre of Omegaverse shows how fandom, consciously or not, is dealing with “toxic hyper-masculinity, docile housewife, and people. It creates an interesting dynamic where you are in a way removing the stereotypes from genders and assigning them to a dynamic that is assigned based more on the personality of the character.” The infinite ways authors depict this, despite starting from the same framework, “gives you an insight into the many ways those stereotypes are perceived, reacted to, broken, and affect people both in fic and real life. I say real life as well since any writer draws from their own experiences and that always colors their writing.”

With the new position, another egg dropped into his pelvis and crowned in his anus without having to push but once. Another push and it plopped out onto the floor, and Dionysus panted and moaned as he worked to get the rest out. His long strawberry-peachy colored hair was flowing over one shoulder and spread on the floor in front of him as he birthed his two batches of eggs.

If the conflict was supposed to be dealing with the other pack, well the author solved that conflict and then blindsided us at the end I guess for dramatic effect? I don’t even know. I was not only confused, but I was also asking, why? Absolutely nothing, aside from Jason’s heat, was resolved. The court hearings were very anticlimactic in a story that started with two men running for their lives. Idk what I expected. Death? *shrug* It certainly would have been more interesting.

In the end, I felt there was a cliffhanger. With how the author ended it I felt like someone hit me in the face with a wooden paddle; with WTF on the tip of my tongue. I can only assume Rian is going to help Taryn in his own way with the Pack War. I guess I will have to see if the next book in the series goes in this direction. If so I will give it a try; if not then unfortunately I must say I cannot go further with this series.

Enter Roam Ashworth. If Roam finds an alpha on OmegaDate, then it won’t be his first trip around the block-he’s got a three-year-old son from his previous relationship to show for it. But there’s heartache there, not anger; his partner died in a car accident before Roam could even tell him he was pregnant, shattering his happily-ever-after forever.

Niso grabbed Francis and laid him back down. “It won’t stop unless you start pushing Francis!” He said, narrowing his eyes at him now. “So push!” He ordered harshly, gritting his teeth now. Francis choked back a half sob. No sensation like this had ever been inflicted on his body before; everything hurt. His eyes snapped open abruptly to what had to be the hardest set of contractions yet. “Gyahhhhh..!” He wailed then bore down with a loud grunt of pain. A horrific pain burned in his anus and his chest seized but he continued pushing. He could feel the ring of pressure building between his cheeks. Still panting raggedly, Francis wrenched his thighs apart and drove his chin to his chest. He pushed, hard, screaming profanities when a small, gory head bulged out of his stretched anus. Niso moved to in between Francis’ legs, looking between them and biting his lip as he sees the head bulging his anus. “Keep pushing, it’s crowning!” He said, biting his lip as he gripped Francis’ knees, spreading them apart even more. While he watched, Niso suddenly realized that he’d never actually assisted in a birth before but had given birth twice. He chewed the inside of his lip as Francis continued laboring, hoping against hope that nothing will go wrong.

“Are you sure? I’ve only counted, like, a thousand times so far.” the purple rabbit responded cockily, leaning up against the wall, a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth. Freddy stood only a couple of feet across from with his arms crossed and a less than pleased expression on his pale, freckled face.

Ever since he’d made the decision to keep her, despite the fact that he’d been forced to have her against his will, he barely got any sleep. And his performance as a spy was suffering for it. He now got killed more often than usual and discovered more easily when disguised or cloaked. Several times both he and Sniper had been caught sleeping on the job by both enemies and allies alike. He just was not as alert as he knew he should be. His team were losing more and more battles and they’d come to resent him & Sniper for it. And it was all because of that noisy, screaming, attention seeking, pint sized brat, who insisted he get up at half past three in the morning to feed her.

Their story actually goes way back, like two years back when Yoongi was single and had no clue about a Park Jimin. Yoongi was (is), BigHit Ent.’s, one of the producers, occasionally releasing his mixtapes. He, along with Kim Namjoon, another BigHit producer, worked together for the idol groups and for the solo artists.

Like Jimin really likes his rings. So Yoongi bought a lot for him, some customed and some just that would suit Jimin’s stubby but veiny hands. Yoongi would also send coffee to dance studio, sometimes for Jimin only (because he’s biased) but sometimes for everyone there. When it’s only Jimin, he would receive a call of complaint from Hoseok about how he feel unappreciated when he got them together.

Yoongi did properly court him, he bought him expensive gifts which Jimin was against. He doesn’t like how Yoongi uses his money on him because Jimin’s tastes are basic and he can definitely live without Chanel or Gucci. It made Yoongi notice than Jimin was definitely not after his money, not that it was Yoongi’s thought at first place. Knowing Jimin’s preferences, he started little things that would make Jimin smile.

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?”