“Preg Stories Archive Alpha&Omega Alpha”

Suddenly, Francis felt the ring of fire return as his anus slowly bulged and stretched around the baby’s head. His chest burned and he paused to draw breath but too late, the head had slipped back inside. Get back out here!” Niso felt helpless. He could only stay by the pregnant male and offer just the smallest relief. His hands kneaded the knots in Francis’ heaving flank and lower back, easing some of the pressure. “You’re doing it, just keep pushing. It’s already crowned Francis.” He kissed the laboring male’s shoulder and temple as encouragement then shuffled back to check Francis’ entrance.  Niso was able to make out a tuft of dark hair poking out as the baby started to crown, and knew it would come out quickly if Francis gave a hard push.
Crime writer Tarly Bowring can’t sleep at night. Haunted by memories of his troubled past—and the omnipresent threat of danger in his present—he isolates himself in his sprawling mansion far away from Capitol City, only daring to venture into civilization when he’s heavily medicated. That way, he knows he shift at random and lose control.
Francis groaned and threw his head back, each contraction getting progressively worse. “N-No..I can’t be…” he whimpered. “It’s too soon. I’m not ready!” He gritted his teeth and strained fiercely. A shallow moan escaped his mouth as another spasm ripped through his weary muscles. The babies were also becoming exceedingly restless and lashed out at their enclosed cavity. Francis hissed, legs spread wide apart as he bucked his pelvis, unaware that he was speeding the baby’s descent. “I-It’s happening…” He panted past the peak of another contraction, sweat breaking out on his forehead and he struggled to control his breathing. Raising his knees, he clutched desperately at his stomach. “Now!” All of a sudden, Francis felt something release from his anus. Whatever burst from him coloured the bath immediately, darkening the waters. “N-Niso!”
Naruto couldn’t help but to smirk as he watched two of the men sitting in the ANBU headquarters dining room. Only one of them were eating, but they were still aware of the blond omega watching them from across the room.
Love or What You Will by miss_frankenstein – John is an English professor and Sherlock is a PhD student assigned to be his TA. (I just… I love this one so much… I will die) (my fave) (this fic introduced me to my favourite poem, Sylvia Plath’s Mad Girl’s Love Song)
There is no single accepted set of ‘rules’ for stories written in the genre, but they usually includes strong themes of dominance and submission, and possessiveness. Most stories focus on Alphas bonding and mating with Omegas, and there is a strong use of the “soul mate” trope as well as the concept of sex (or mating) as a biological imperative. Some stories will build alternate societal and cultural traditions, while others insert the Omegaverse conventions into an otherwise ‘real world’ or canonical story story.
But played the way it tends to be in many “mpreg” stories, it’s basically nothing more than a cheap cop-out, often done by someone who has no idea about pregnancy at all (and sometimes no idea about sex either) and changes characters in ways that don’t make sense whatsoever. And terrible and cheap cop-outs are terrible, that’s something that has to be said.
Evidence by JezebelGoldstone – Angry papa Lestrade comes bounding up to 221B demanding the return of all the evidence Sherlock stole so the detective tells the DI about some of the evidence so he’ll let him keep it. (Sherlock is amazingly sentimental in this, I love him)
The raven haired male stood from the table, and Dionysus’ eyes lit up with hope that they would be leaving. The waitress left with their empty plates, and Noir knelt in front of Dionysus, his hands coming up to stroke the round sphere that tightened with another painful contraction. “I don’t know, seeing you squirming like this is just as pleasing as when I made you get pregnant.” He smirked slyly.
The annual snow fall had come early this year, covering the ground of the Junk Yard, that was home to the Jellicles, in a white blanket of winter beauty. Spirits were high, as all Jellicles new that once the snow fall began, Christmas time was right around the corner, and preparations for the grand Christmas Feast were to begin. And, so for the first week of snow fall, they did. All of the Jellicles, both young and old, worked together
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