“Book Mpreg Wolf Specter”

Now to prove his brain wrong he sat waiting for his cell to tell him that the five minutes wait period is over. As if on cue his cell rang saying time was up. He grabbed the test in shaking hands. He flipped it over with closed eyes. He opened his eyes and looked at the Positive looking back at him. He scowled at
“Push now!” Joel urged the man to push as the egg slid out halfway before slipping back in when the man stopped pushing. He spread the man’s legs to it’s furthest extent and looked at the egg while the man struggled to push it out.
Well lucky for you it’s exactly my cup of tea! I went with post-serum Steve, because pre-serum, ball-of-sickness Steve giving birth sounds like asking for trouble and hospital births around the 1930s/40s were an actual mess so…yeah… Hope you enjoy! -Jenna
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.
Levi lifted his head to meet Eren’s gaze, and he could feel his stomach tighten at the look he was giving him. He wanted to say something to comfort him, but he couldn’t guarantee that he would return from the expedition in one piece, or that the baby would wait for his return. His silence wasn’t helping either, causing Eren to shift his weight from one foot to the other nervously as he waited for Levi to answer.
He couldn’t stop crying, but Eren gave another pained whimper and Levi was forced to lay the tiny boy down so he could turn his attention back to his mate. It was kind of shocking to see the damage birth had done, but Eren was still on his hands and keeps. Feeling ever so slightly more confident, he ran his hand against Eren’s leg
Why did the father stay within the same vicinity of Orvins pack? If I’m being chased by people who want to kill me and kidnap my child, I’m going to go as far away from the place they live. They have a car. Sell the car and go somewhere, anywhere, but where the people are who are trying to kill you? Later in the story someone suggest that they go to Mexico. WHY didn’t they think of that?
Spy hesitated, not sure if he wanted the man he loved to see him like this. But after Sniper had continued to rattle the door handle, he made the decision to let the Aussie in. Sniper walked in, and saw the state Spy was in.
Spy by this point, had taken to lying on his side. He breathed into the mask. But still, the gas and air did little to alleviate the pain. If anything, it only made him feel woozy and nauseous. He felt another contraction begin. Now they were really strong and coming just minutes apart. Spy breathed in the gas and air, but when the contraction reached its peak, he let out an anguished cry. 
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As the latest pain eased from her body, Greta loosened her grip on her husband’s hand and leaned against his chest. It had already been over seven hours since she’d gone into labor and she was ready for it to be over with as soon as possible. Her body and the merbabe it held seemed to have other plans though, as neither seemed willing to end this.
Naruto almost purred out loud at the sight of Akatora’s face, the man was handsome, and it was making his insides hot just watching the man eat. He was not insanely gorgeous like Kakashi, but more rough and manly.
But then Cas starts to notice little things that Dean does like how his hand absent-mindedly hovers over his stomach when everyone’s gushing over their nephew’s ultrasounds or how he gets up in the middle of the night to sit in his rocking chair mumbling along to Zeppelin till he falls asleep or how he isn’t ready to give up the crib yet even though he never says why
Of course, Dionysus liked the attention the other male gave his belly, and he took the menu without complaint. “You’re trying to embarrass me in front of everyone again…” He mumbled, eyeing the raven haired male then turning his gaze to his menu and peering over the different things.
Note: The “scary” tags for this fic are meant as trigger warnings. I tried to set them up so they can be filtered out. Levi doesn’t abuse or exploit Eren. This fic does not “romanticize abuse” at all. Those tags relate to other character interactions, but not the two of them with each other. Non-con/abuse/etc. are not glorified in this fic at all. They are written as the heartbreaking, awful things that they are. This is also a story with a heavy focus on character growth. Levi and Eren both become better partners to each other as the fic goes on. 
The poltergeist was present and walking beside him, and though the black haired male couldn’t be seen by mere human eyes, the alien could very well see him strolling beside him. As excited as Dionysus was for getting to go out so often with the other male, today he wasn’t so sure. He’d been even more uncomfortable than he’d been through the whole pregnancy, his belly swollen so taut and round he thought he’d burst if he got any bigger.
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.
Kit just got busted. His family found the dragon-shifter dating app on his phone, and now they’re insisting that he get counseling, saying his attraction is unnatural. But when a dragon saves him from a near-fatal accident, and he finds himself wrapped in the shifter’s arms, he realizes there is …
Hot men, lots of action, suspense and danger from the bad guys and lots of steamy intimate moments! Writing is beautiful and the characters are so well crafted that you can sense them in the room with you as you read their story.
Castiel held his hands in place for a moment, not even caring that Gabriel was holding Dean’s hand or that Michael was letting him drink his grace. Castiel had to focus on the child. He took a deep breath when he something move into his hands. He knew at once that it was the child.
Unaware of the potent otherworldly powers possessed by shifters, Evan soon finds himself carrying the werebear’s child. Before he can comprehend his swirling emotions, Evan is confronted by Damon, an evil shifter who desires domination over Dakota and is determined to kill Evan to achieve his goal.
Then he hurried over to the bathroom, picking up both swaddled babies from the floor and returning to the bedroom, laying them on the large bed next to their bearer. Francis moaned and wriggled weakly on the bed. His strength was spent. Francis threw an arm over his forehead and inhaled sharply as another contraction rolled over him. He was so tired. All he wanted was to sleep, and erase the last four hours. He turned his head and gasped loudly when his muscles tensed again, biting into the duvet to muffle his cries. Niso sat on the bed and watched him, gripping at his hand lightly now. There wasn’t anything he could do but sit there with him. Sighing, he shook his head, wondering when Francis would next give birth and how many more he’d be having. Francis buried his face in the pillow. His soft cries became more urgent as he curled in on himself, clutching his heaving abdomen. His insides felt like they were being ripped open. “Nnnggh..!”With the next contraction he squeezed Niso’s hand, hard enough to bruise. His back arched off the bed as the baby suddenly shifted and the horrible pressure in his pelvis returned. Francis groaned and rubbed his stomach furiously, feeling his muscles seize and contract against his will. This was not his body anymore; he had no control. Niso gritted his teeth but didn’t say anything, allowing Francis to squeeze his hand. “Is it coming yet?” He asked, frowning as he watched Francis continue to writhe on the bed. Using his free hand, Niso tried to keep the other’s legs spread wide, hoping the nightmare would be over soon with the final birth or births. Francis whined, struggling to loose himself from the covers. He wanted to be on all fours but his legs were tangled and plastered to the bedsheets by sweat and birth fluids. He rolled over to his side and looked at Niso. “N-Need to get up..” Francis managed to gasp out before he concentrated on his breath. This time the pain was so strong it felt like knives were being twisted inside his gut. He latched onto Niso’s arm and tried to haul himself upwards, wheezing, when suddenly his stomach clenched and a gush of fluids splashed down his legs. Francis shuddered. “AHHHHHHHHHHH…!”