“Mpreg Archive Alpha”

Noir was sitting in the booth, his arms crossed and a wicked grin on his face. Dionysus was giving birth to his eggs right in the middle of the restaurant and the alien couldn’t seem to stop himself. “Better not push anymore, you might just pop out another egg.” He chuckled.
Couple birthDan can you go buy some groceries?! Yeah sure what do you need? Uhm I need milk, eggs, and ooh maybe some yogurt please. Okay I will be right back./He left leaving Mariana alone at her house resting. She went to the mirror to see her progressed 9 month twin belly./Wow you grew a lot my babies. I will maybe see you soon twins Daniel and Mary. *touches belly* my doctor said my due date isn’t till 3 more days away from today./She walks to the chair and sits bored./Maybe I should have gone with him. I am really bored home alone. The shop isn’t far from here at all so I’m sure he will come quickly./She gets up and moves to her bedroom and lays down and closes her eyes./Maybe I will get some rest until he gets back./She tries to fall asleep but her stomach was uncomfortable./*sighs* why is it so hard to try and sleep. You two are making it hard for mommy to rest./She gets up from the bed when her stomach hurt her./OOOHH! /She clutched her stomach and sits down worried. Another contraction ca
As the next contraction hit, Adam felt it was one of the strongest he had as his body was pushing not only this egg out, but the other eggs behind it. Unable to help himself, Adam screamed, “Nnnnnghhhhh….gawd…….come out….” Adam grabbed onto the bed with one hand, while the other touched the egg, as he tried to pull it out.
The Cursed Egg of the Wyvernic Part 3          Toric locked the doors of he and Galadra’s bedchamber. He did not want a gaggle of serving girls and healers interfering with his work. He was going to need all his concentration and power to save his wife and child, and even that wasn’t a guarantee.
Lev was pulled forward by the front of his shirt again, his lips crashing against Yaku’s for a brief moment, before the omega pulled away just as quickly, cheeks red and eyes fluttering downwards in a fluster.
A mostly quiet birthHer nurses’ uniform had grown tight over the last nine months, but somehow she’d managed to squeeze her girth into the white dress. She stood at the emergency room counter, watching as a woman about her size was wheeled in, hissing and panting. It was obvious the woman was in labour, her partner panicking beyond belief as he followed along beside her.
Yaku managed a nod, before he finished getting dressed, leaving the locker room before anyone else, stepping out into the open air and slapping his hands against his warm cheeks. He’d definitely made a face he never planned on showing to anyone.  
Oh how he hated being pregnant, and everything that came with it. The cramps, the morning sickness, the cravings, the back aches, the mood swings, the weight gain, the swollen ankles, the sleepless nights, not being allowed to drink or smoke, the massive strain it had put on his and Sniper’s relationship, having his manhood being called into question… that especially. Scout would always find new ways to compare him to a woman, especially after Spy started developing breasts (which he was less than impressed about). As for everyone else, they mostly avoided him (except for Pyro, who was quite thrilled at the prospect of a new baby about the base), but were kind enough to donate some of their clothes when his suit no longer fit him. 
Summary: It all started on a dark night; when the wolfsbane bloomed and the full autumn moon shone bright in the sky. Upon this night, Eren Jaeger met a werewolf by the name of Levi Ackerman. Eren soon found himself spiraling deep into the secret world of the wolves, that so few were privileged to see. It is one filled with beauty and strength, but it’s not without cost.
3. Post Tenebrus Lux by Cjblack: It had been five years since the light had fallen under the Dark Lord’s reign. The Wizarding World assumed Harry Potter had been murdered by Voldemort days after his capture; few knew the truth. And sometimes the truth can be much, much worse. *** Mpreg. Angst-a-plenty which is right up my alley. And so heart-wrenchingly romantic. This is one of the best stories that I’ve read in a long time. If a story is able to make me feel something, then it’s good. I was feeling all over the place. 
I then began to slowly head home, my baby slumbering as I walked; normally he/she would be kicking up a storm, so maybe it was giving me a break for once? I don’t know, but I that moment was short lived as I received a strong kick in my rib-cage.
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It's difficult to write something the size of a novel, and equally difficult to carve out the time required to read one and provide any sort of meaningful critique on it. This severely handicaps the feedback loop so important for the aspiring writer. He didn't want to have a group of teenagers deliver his baby. If something went wrong he was sure they wouldn't know what to do. Telling him to breathe and relax was something anyone could do. They hadn't even gotten him a first aid kit or anything, which any person with minor medical experience would have done. He honestly didn't care what happened to the baby, but he cared about what would happen to himself. He didn't want to die because of a stupid baby he never even wanted. Braun is a rarity....a 20 year old omega who hasn't gone into his first heat and is still unmated. He's terrified of mating. His alpha father and his brother's alpha are both incredibly cruel men and he can't ever see trusting someone like that to hold his life. But then he meets Tarek. Ezra Tier has spent the better part of his life not giving a damn. He goes where he wants, does what he likes, and answers to no one. Leading a life as a globetrotting rogue has its perks, and for Ezra one of those perks has been the ability to pick up and move on whenever things get too complicated and messy. So when he encounters a simple mountain bear shifter with broad shoulders and a shy personality, it's all Ezra can do to maintain his unattached persona. Panting hard, the pain was coming quicker and harder, it seemed to be contracting around his stomach pushing something down. Unexpectedly, he screamed out "UNNNHGG--" he caught himself halfway biting down hard on his lip almost drawing blood. Alex squirmed trying not to scream out but the pain was becoming unbearable. His arms flung out to either side of him, fingers clutching the bed sheets as his only life line. 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