“Weird reproduction of the patriarchy? if that makes sense? I hate Omegaverse fics where biological determinism applies and all the Alphas are big strong manly men with giant cocks who want to dominate and consume and all the Omegas are tiny and delicate and submissive. Gross gender dynamics irl, absolutely no reason to reproduce them in speculative fiction. Again, I can kind of see how this might be a fantasy for some people, but it really rubs me the wrong way. I just prefer relationships where both partners are equal and any kind of powerplay is short-term and well negotiated in advance.” (Em, female, bi, 25-30, USA)
He gingerly crawled underneath the soft overhang of sheets, finding his omega sleepily burrowed into the soft folds of the blankets he had gathered. Jack recognized towels from the bathroom as well as a couple of the baby blankets and plush toys they had bought snuggled around Rhys’ body. One of Jack’s customary sweaters was stretched to its limit around the omega’s abdomen, the fabric riding up the underside of his belly and revealing a wide crescent of creamy white skin and pink stretch marks. Rhys’ long legs were pulled up as much as they could, clad in silky, stretchy blue shorts and of course, the socks. The omega had his arms around one of the large honeybee plushes they had bought for their child, his nose buried in the soft, honey-scented yellow fur.
Six months ago, spirited wolf-shifter Jake Marley walked out on his business partner and lover, Eben, vowing he’d never return. But everything changes when his pack turns on him, and the only person who can protect him is his former mate. Jake can’t afford to let his pride get the best of him, since it’s not only his life that’s in danger—the life of his unborn child is at stake too.
”You are completely dilated,and the baby is coming Ciel,I just felt it’s head! I need you to push for me on the next contraction.” Sebastian says as he feels the baby struggling against his anus,He stands up for a moment and slyly,Reaches his hand back,Into his trousers and pushes the baby back into his canal,Desperate for it to stay a little longer. He gasps as he successfully pushes the baby back into his canal,and he sits back down,Laying his hands in wait in front of Ciel’s anus.
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Other critics are similar in their generalisations and cite many reasons they have a problem with this genre’s treatment of gender roles. I have tried to organise the following list by topic as much as possible, but the categories frequently overlap.
The reserve was known for rescuing a rare and valuable species called Floks that could be separated into four subtypes, much like humans have the male and female sexes but multiple genders. There were Alphas and Carriers, and those could each be split into two. Alphas had normal Alphas, and Chief Alphas. The Chiefs were the strongest and/or most handsome in the group. The reserve didn’t really run in such a way where there were Chiefs, but Georgina supposed if she had to pick out of the three Alphas they had, their red one with no group would be the Chief. The Carriers had a similar subtype, a Queen, or simply put, the Alpha of the group’s favorite Carrier.
Niso squeezed his hand lightly and nodded. “It’s okay Francis, breathe and push!” He said, looking to see the baby’s head was out now. “It’s out now, you just have to get the shoulders out in another push.” He said, moving to kneel behind Francis.
Jamie said. Jamie went into the room with the pool. He sat on the birthing ball until he felt another contraction, they were about 2 minutes apart and lasted about a minute long. When he felt one coming he decided to get down in a squat position, leaning agents the couch. He moaned, trying to not push. Jess came into the room with some towels. Jess checked Jamie again.
Indeed, Loki was aware of how terrible he looked, though thankfully he was no longer in agony thanks to a good dose of morphine. He still donned a neck brace, but he also now had plaster casts on both his arms and legs.
Many people don’t take MPreg seriously, it has been labeled a fetish and nothing more. But, for me, besides the sexual arousal received from seeing a heavily pregnant man, it is about the sensual and emotional connection between the carrier and his lover and their child that is born of this love. As well as this, it is a fantasy of mine to have children, but because of the way nature works, I will never be able to feel the joy of being with child, so I fantasize, dream, and write about scenarios that make me feel as close to that dream as possible. I won’t lie, the sexual aspect of it and the arousal that comes from it is true, it is a fetish. But, despite that, I look at MPreg more with longing and hope than lust and sexual desire.