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Mpreg PrisonsA teenager male, Harold, was sent to prison for stealing. He was 22 years old and would get out at 25 years old. He had a boring life in his prison cell with 5 other guys. Some weren’t very nice but some were. He often got into fights with the mean ones but were stopped by the guards. One day, the groups were outside working out when Harold went to sit on a bench in the corner. He saw a figure move behind the building so he went to check it out. Someone from behind blocked his mouth with a cloth sending him unconscious. He woke up in his cell with the others. Everything was normal, the people, his clothes, him. He thought it was a dream and he didn’t care much. As 2 months passed he grew tired everyday, his muscles were sore, he felt sick. He didn’t know what was going on so he told a guard he may need to get checked out since he wasn’t his usual self. They sent a doctor to him and a guard was also sent just in case. Harold heard his results that he was already 2 months pregnant. He wa
“Oh, oh!” he heard the man scream as another gush of fluids came out of him, signalling that the next egg was right behind this big one. Joel smirked as the man screamed in agony and tried to push the large egg out of his body.
“[MPREG] shows the more maternal nurturing side male characters that often goes understated or ignored due to societal norms. Forces male protagonist to be careful and protective of themselves. Often it can help them bond better with female characters, see things from their perspective.” -Anja
I know I’ve read other great ones, but fuck if I can remember what they were or how to find them, or if they were actually any good to begin with. Hopefully someone else comes along with some more for you.
Now the two men not only have to navigate a confusing mix of emotions and figure out what the bond between them means, they have to do so in complete secrecy. Not even members from Ryan’s own pack can know. After all, it won’t be just their lives that are impacted should they fail–their unborn pup would also be in danger.
Joel heard the man outside shouting to him, asking him to help and he stopped right outside the door. He was going to help him birth the eggs, sure, but why not let a drug do that for him? He opened his drawer and took out a bottle of Pitocen and put three tablets onto his hand. This would guarantee that the man outside would give birth quickly, but painfully as well.
”Se..Sebastian..there’s pressure down there. A lot of it!” Ciel cries. Sebastian’s eyes go wide and he scoops Ciel up and lays him on the bed before crawling on the bed himself. He spreads Ciel’s legs and sticks a finger inside him,His eyes bug out as his hand hits the top of something hard and slimy,Presumably the babies head. He gasps slightly as he feels his own child pressing against his anus,Wanting to enter the world. He whispers No to himself,and tries his best to prevent himself from giving birth right now. Ciel suddenly cries out,Snapping Sebastian out of it. He composes himself,and tells Ciel what he has felt.
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N.B.: My poison of choice in terms of fanfiction tends to be heavily Holmesian, and most of these focus explicitly on Holmes/Watson pairings (Sherlock/John in the BBC!verse). My life all changed on March 22nd, 2010. I was being homeschooled as usual by my mother when the phone rang. I instantly knew something was up, as the phone rarely rang in the afternoon. Not many people called us, except for the cow shippers who normally called in the evening. 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...!" Getting pregnant was supposed to solve their problems, but it was only the beginning of more. Gail, an Omega, never wanted to find a mate, he assumed that as soon as he found a mate they would take away his free will. Lucien and Cyrus, an Alpha and a Beta, were happy together and never felt the n… Both Hinata and Iwaizumi were holding onto eachother as they screamed and whined through their rough contractions. Hinata was the loudest, clinging onto Iwaizumi’s shirt for dear life while the other was trying not to scream in pain. WARNING: This short story contains sexual content, minor language, brief sex scenes, Mpreg, and descriptive Labour and Birthing scenes. If you do not prefer any of these,  than this is not the story for you, and I would recommend that you not read it. Especially if all you wish to do is comment on how much you think Mpreg is disgusting and wrong. If you have anything against this story, you can note me. I would prefer not to have comments that do nothing but start flame wars. Police cadet and bear shifter Tyson Dakota looks forward to his on-the-job training in Seaside, Oregon, working alongside his cousin, Chief of Police John Dakota. Their goal is to investigate the growing meth epidemic and identify the kingpin bringing the drugs into their community. All signs point to someone inside law enforcement working with the drug traffickers, and Tyson must find out who before the body count gets any higher. I already know what room in the house I we-I can use. I also know I do not want a pink room if it's a girl, it's extremely cliche and expected. But I would love to have a blue room for a boy, maybe some green and yellow mixed in.  Charmed Fates is more than just a romance. It has a bit of mysticism added to it in the form of a very unhappy spirit and a psychic who helps spirits to find closure all without charging a penny because she doesn't feel it's right to do so. When you meet Indigo, he is helping his mother contact a spirit in order to discover why it is upset and what they can do to help it find some closure. Right away you get a feel for his personality. He's sweet, a bit innocent, shy, and a romantic through and through. He's also been hurt, deeply, in the past, and yet it doesn't stop him from hoping to find love one day. "Stop your complaining, and take a look at what they have on the menu." Noir smirked, his telekinesis sitting up the menu and putting it within Dionysus' reach. "I think all your complaints and discomforts will be forgotten soon enough." He cooed, reaching over the table to rub the taut round bulge of the alien's gravid belly. An avid reader of het romance, her first foray into reading published m/m romance (slash fanfic doesn’t count) is thanks to a Dear Author review of K.A. Mitchell’s CHASING SMOKE. After devouring K.A.’s existing backlist, she dove headfirst into other authors. While she prefers contemporary, she’ll occasionally sample an historical or SFF m/m romance. Knowing he wanted it out quickly, Adam beared down yet again pushing, "Aaahhh...gawd.....oooohhh.....unnnhhhh....!!!" Adam pushed and groaned feeling the egg getting almost half way out before he had to stop to catch his breathe.             “Director Fury’s office,” answered the woman in front of her, not looking back. Six year old (Name) looked up and tilted her head to the side in a questioning manner. The name ‘Fury’ was one she didn’t know but then again – she didn’t even know where she was. Tags  abuse   angst   schoollife   sliceoflife      violence   yoonmin   powers   schoolau   omegaverse   bts   parkjimin   wolfau   minyoongi   taekook   namjin   sidecouples   possiblempreg   psicological   omegajimin   alphayoongi  Birth mpreg 1He is home alone when contractions come. He pushes until his water breaks and his fluid breaks out. He pushes again and again struggling from the pain. The head starts to come when the pressure rises. He pushes and pants to get the baby out. "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. [redirect url='http://acaray.com/bump' sec='7']