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Joel tutted as he checked his watch. 11.48pm. The man had been trying to push out the egg for a good 45minutes but it wouldn’t budge. He could see the man straining to birth the egg, spreading his legs obscenely and crying out as he pushed and fought against the contractions. Joel swirled the wine in his glass and took another sip as he contemplated going over to help the man.

Harking back to merlenhiver’s quote from the introduction, we can see heteronormative notions expressed in her praise of “The Alpha as the ideal male – protective, fierce yet caring, driven mad by his desire for the Omega, and ultimately a provider for his family.”

It was then he felt the baby’s head move into position. He took hold of Sniper’s wrist and looked up at him. Sniper couldn’t help but be shocked at the expression on Spy’s face. He’d never seen him like that before, ever. This was a man who’d been in countless dangerous situations and had lived to tell the tale. Who’d survived living in nazi occupied France as a child. He was always a stoic man, he never showed fear, even when things went to hell in a hand basket. Yet here he was, gazing up at Sniper like a frightened little boy.

Last month, we announced our new sister group Prosemonkeys… This month, the two groups are having a contest together! The theme is New Beginnings, you can interpret it as you wish. Everyone can participate with a poem as well as a piece of prose! Whether you do either or both is up to you. The deadline is 25th November.

They live in a world where omegas are treated as less than everyone else, where they are considered dumb and are only seen as wombs. We see them fighting for their love and against the system that has been imposed by society. In the surface, this seems as another mpreg story, but it goes deeper than that.

alpha Alpha’s Feline arms Bandages bath bathroom begun bigger body breakfast butt can’t cat shifter ceiling Chapter claws clothes cold couldn’t crawled Damn definitely didn’t want doctor dog food door eating eggs Everything eyes feel felt forgetting Fuck getting glasses going Golden Retriever Goldy gonna gorgeous Grey asked Grey’s grip hands handsome hardwood floor head heard heat human form hungry I’m fine Kick kiss kittens lamb legs Let’s lick light looked Loris luxury mate meow Moans muscles must’ve naked nice dog Nope Okay omega pale pit bull pregnant pretty push rain running scent scratched Screams shifted form shiny shiver shrimp sitting smell smiled stared stay sterile stomach stray sure swept swirled Table food Teeth thing I knew tired warm water warmth wasn’t weak weren’t whisked would’ve wrapped Yeah you’re

“If you live to be 100, I hope I live to be 100 minus 1 day, so I never have to live without you.” – Winnie the Pooh. Four friends endure a struggle for survival that will test their friendship and change their lives forever. Angst/whumpage for all. Minor Language.

The human political plotline was another that had some great ideas but wasn’t pulled off as smoothly as liked, including brief treatment of two human factions (part of the same team) that seemed to be at odds with any kind of organized effort by a human government to take an issue like this seriously. (People showing up at official, extremely sensitive, top-secret, and should-be-very-carefully-managed negotiations unannounced. A strike force that seemed to be spotted from miles away slowly surrounding and capturing an entire large group that should have easily been able to slip away, but they seemed to just stand there and wait to be surrounded and captured.)

Alex whimpered leaning down onto his arms, his ass felt like raw and torn. He started feeling it move on its own and then his stomach contracted again. He grunted and bore down hard feeling more pop out of him. “Please be almost over,” he begged. Another contraction, more pushing, and another pop.

“I can’t!! The egg, it’s too huge!” He cried, bearing down at another contraction and grunting and groaning while he pushed. The egg pushed out a little further, stretching him more. He could swear he was being torn in half from the egg and baby.

In March 2011, the NCIS Gibbs/DiNozzo Centaur-fic Heat was posted by Kathana-grey, positing many of the same concepts used in early Omegaverse works but without the same terminology. Omegaverse elements included the submissive character going into heat, differentiated male biology, self-lubrication, fights for dominance, specific body postures to show submission, marathon sex, and a culture structured around differentiated biology.

Lucifer stared at the little one in his arms, “And here we have a boy,” he said as he stared into the huge blue eyes. This one had a little bit of shorter hair and it was colored a dark blonde. The grace slickened wings curled around his as well but they were so unique. They were a deep ebony with bright, shining streaks of silver through the edges and creases.

Jamie sat on the couch while Jess sat behind him doing nipple stimulation. He got up and leaned on Jess, he was partially squatting until he wanted to go into a full on squatting position. Jamie pushed for a few minutes until he wanted to get back in the pool. 

Listen, Fresne is the gender-fuck goddess of the Omegaverse. Fresne took one look at the rulebook of the ‘verse, said to themselves “Fuck that noise in particular”, and promptly tore it to poignant shreds. This is the Omegaverse in its full potential – lyrical and magical and dripping with heat, smothering you in sensuality while it cuts to the quick and makes you think. There are many stories in the series, they aren’t linked, and they are of various lengths, so maybe this is cheating … but to me, they are all masterpieces to be treasured so fuck your rules. In particular, I recommend Stars in a Phyrgian Sky, Gordian and A Study in Azure.

Joel went back between the man’s legs as a medium-sized egg started to crown, stretching the man’s sore hole grotesquely. He rubbed his hands together and prepared to catch the egg, but the man had stopped pushing and was panting and groaning, just lying there and trying to gain his strength back.

I’m looking for a mpreg book where two shifter mate and they live in a castle and the alpha have a nanny who upset the mate and he try to kill himself… I can not remember the name of the book, if someone can help me i apreciate it.

What surprised me the most was how few pregnant women or women who have children actually read the genre.  I thought the number would be much higher.  Over 91% of our respondents have never been pregnant.  Of the small number who have been (or the one respondent who is pregnant with her first child… congratulations by the way!), the reasons for finding the genre isn’t all that surprising.  It’s relatable.

“Yes, good…” Joel murmured, watching the large egg stick out and he wrapped a hand around the tip of it, tugging at it experimentally. This prompted a scream from the man birthing the eggs and he let go of the egg.

“The mirroring of misogeny in A/O dynamics. Worse, portraying the discriminations between A/O in a way that it looks like that is something natural.” (Ged_the_Winged, female, heterosexual biromantic, 15-18, South Korea)

No stranger to the writing world, A.M. Arthur has been creating stories in her head since she was a child and scribbling them down nearly as long. She credits an early fascination with male friendships (bromance wasn’t a thing yet) with her later discovery of and subsequent affair with m/m romance stories. When not writing, she can be found in her kitchen, pretending she’s an amateur chef and tryi …more

99% of these fics are bottomlock but since I don’t care who bottoms or who tops (as long as they fuck and as long as they are in character) (that means no DFP Sherlock) (or Baby Princess John) so if you have a problem with toplock in general, tread carefully.

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

“So who is taking me home tonight?” He murmured huskily, trying to sound innocent but failing as he was rubbing himself against both males, his body pulsing from the need to feel an alpha use it, feeling their eyes on him as he did.

I’ll be updating this post regularly as more great fics will inevitably come along. And I’ll always be happy to rec specific fics to anyone and everyone! Just ask. I read Johnlock fanfic 24/7 every single day so might as well utilize it somehow. 

As he started to bear down again, he gripped his legs this time and spread them even wider, throwing his head back and yelling in pain while he bore down against the pain. He didn’t understand why this was happening to him, he’d taken such good care of his pregnancy and the eggs and babies he carried.

Studying for finals is hard. Staging an assassination against an unkillable target is impossible. Even worse? Attempting it all whilst carrying your best friend’s baby, of which you barely even remember… well, creating. Nagisa didn’t know how his life had ended up like this.

Birth of surpriseShe huffed and puffed and closed her eyes as a contraction came. All she could do was get through it. Alexis had more important things to do. It was CHRISTMAS, after all. The contractions had woken her up at about 4am, about two hours earlier than she’d wanted to wake up.