#tw mpreg

cw : male yandere, omegaverse, gn! alpha reader (yes, you can still impregnate an omega or beta regardless of your assigned at birth gender), MPREG, baby trapping, manipulation, basically gaslight gatekeep girlboss, age-gap (yan is a military veteran and atleast 10+ years older than reader).

an : it's finally here folks! sorry for taking sooo long for this, i was taking a break from writing for this blog for a while lmao, anyways hope you guys enjoy it!

part one part two part three .ᐟ masterlist

you had been very careful since the day you presented. everyone had warned you after all— an alpha can impregnate anyone but other alphas, regardless of their primary gender.

and careful you were. always wrapped it before you tapped it, every past fling kept on pills with a plan-b ready just in case. because the last thing you wanted was some unexpected pup suddenly running around your house.

you weren't a family person after all. the thought of marriage had never crossed your mind even once.

but of course life would be too mundane if things went according to plan. maybe it was your own fault for hoping for normalcy in a world like this, because the consequences hit you like a brick to the face.

so here you are now, sitting with your arms crossed in front of your neighbor, your eyes unable to stop flickering toward his stomach.

he wasn't really that showing yet. it had only been a few weeks since the last time the two of you slept together… but there was definitely a slight bump if you squinted enough, especially knowing it used to be flat as a washboard.

"are you sure… that it's mine?" you asked quietly, looking anywhere but at the hulking omega in front of you.

Okay fine if I have to

obsessed with how you've pre-emptively declared you will be an absent parent

My hormones are surging now, and without thinking, my hand goes down my pants and starts rubbing my clit for pleasure and pain relief while my puss is already beginning to bulge outwards. Now my legs are opening, partially from the ecstasy and heat between my shaking legs, and partially from my uncontrollable instincts forcing me to birth in this humiliating situation. My puss bulges even more now, obvious through my leggings that something is going on down there, and the head of my baby barely peaking out, only a spec able to be seen if I were naked. As I continue touching myself, losing myself more and more to the pleasure, my hand moves downward ever so slightly and I realize just how close I am to giving birth. “Fuck, I’m already bulging!” I whisper, just a little too loud. Bro looks over at me, confused, not making sense of what he just heard. I know I have to get out of here. I need to. I can’t give birth in front of my whole class, that would be… far too humiliating. I get up, and walk towards the bathroom, but I’ve unfortunately sat in the front of an auditorium style classroom, meaning I have to walk up the stairs to get out the doors in the back, and I can’t even close my legs. The pressure is so fucking low, so heavy. I slowly make towards the back of the room, struggling with every step. When the urge to push comes, I try as hard as I can to resist, but IMMEDIATELY fail. All I can do is stay silent and hope nobody looks at me. I hold my heaving, contracting belly with one hand and the railing for support with the other, bending over and pushing as hard as I possibly can against my will. In spite of my hoping against hope, some of the people in my class have started looking over at me. It’s extremely obvious at this point that I’m pregnant with a litter of babies, but they don’t realize I’m birthing. Except for some of the boys, that is. While some of their eyes drift down towards my ass (the feature that got these babies in my belly) they a bulge. A GROWING bulge. It’s suspiciously round… almost like… like a huge head crowning out of my puss, bulging my leggings outward more and more and MORE. Because of how tight they are though, the massive head slips back in as my contractions stop and the urge dies down. I try hard to hurry out of the classroom before another contraction comes, but they’re so close together now, and I’m so heavy and so slow. I make it near the back, where all the students who hate this class sit, ignoring the professor while scrolling on their phones. The contraction hits. This one is even stronger. I helplessly drop down to my hands and knees, painfully close to privacy, to solitude… at least for a little bit. Long enough to birth at least one of my babies. But it’s no use. Instead, I shove my hand into my panties once again and furiously rub my clit while my puss bulges obscenely into my soaked, straining leggings. The guys in the back row who notice me crowning massively into my leggings and liking it are taking pictures and videos now. I’m too busy giving birth to this huge baby some stranger put in me to even notice. Little do I know, my wish for privacy has just gone out the window. Soon, the whole school, everyone I know, and millions of strangers will have seen the viral video of me cumming while I crown into my ruined leggings, legs shaking wildly, back arched, head thrown back in pleasure. Finally, my body relents, but I’m stuck at a truly MASSIVE full crown, waddling slowly and awkwardly to the exit, finally.

I strip my clothes off. All my clothes, without thinking. I’m not thinking anymore, I’m just birthing. I can’t stop. My instincts are in control and they want me naked. I’m on all fours, completely naked, right outside the door of our classroom, and FINALLY, I can push without my leggings getting in the way. I spread my legs as wide as the can go and rub my clit some more. Instantly, with a loud, pleasurable moan, I birth the head. I move my hand further down and cup my baby’s head while they turn. “They’re so BIG!” I say to myself. But before I can think anything else, I’m pushing the even bigger shoulders out. I moan and whine, desperate to birth this baby, knowing full well that I have 2 more to go. At last, with a huge push, I finally birth the whole baby. But my next baby doesn’t want me to have any relief. Within minutes, I’m bulging massively around another head. I cup my bulging pussy, wanting to feel myself crown this time. I haven’t even opened yet and it’s already so… big. I find myself, to my shame, wishing someone would catch me now. This is private, intimate, personal… and yet… I can’t help feeling incredibly sexy. It would be so much nicer to birth for someone.

I’m going slower this time. I’m opening so very slowly around this head. My aching, bulging puss has be forced into a teardrop by now. I can’t stop tracing its shape. I’m birthing on my knees this time, so that I can use the other hand to keep rubbing. Not only does it help a ton, but it feels so damn good… All of a sudden, I hear the door swing open, and then someone’s breath hitch in their throat. Their breathing becomes fast, and heavy. I feel THEIR hand cupping my crowning puss gently as well. I let them. I move my hand and put it on top of his, letting him know I want this. I look back at him while in between pushes. A gorgeous skater boy, wearing vans, a metal band tshirt, and has long hair. He’s obviously into it. He whispers what a good boy I’m being. Tells my what an amazing job I’m doing. How perfect I look. I’m deeply embarrassed, but also… even more aroused. I let him enjoy the view as I bulge harder into his waiting hands. He gasps, ever so gently rubbing my crowning puss with one hand after noticing I was doing it while continuing to cup me. I can’t help but feel warmer, safer with his hands on me. I’m so embarrassed by it, I don’t wanna like it… but I love it. I want more. I hear him gasping and whispering in awe as I stretch and crown, just for him. He tells me what a pretty boy I am. How incredible I am. How he wants to treat me right. I can’t help myself liking it, falling for it more and more. How sweet he’s being, but at the same time, how HOT he thinks I am right now. He won’t take his hands off my most intimate parts, and I don’t want him to.

I come to a full crown in Gavin’s waiting hands. He tells me how big my baby is. How stretched out I am. How he wishes the babies were his. I can’t help myself any longer, a big urge to push comes and I quickly birth the whole baby right then. I turn around and pin him down, making out with him sloppily until I need to birth the last baby. My hands are exploring him. His hands are exploring me. His tongue is down my throat. My breath is racing. My belly is still big, and he rubs every inch of it while helping to support me so I don’t fall over. He moves his lips down to my nipple to suck it, and to both our surprises, I squirt a thick stream of milk down its throat. His eyes glass over, and he drinks even drop he can get.

it’s always “Steve is an asshole this season” and never “Steve is a stressed, PREGNANT omega doing his best to manage ISOLATION SICKNESS because the only time he sees his alpha mate is when they do a crawl to the Upside-Down”

some of you are omegaphobic and don’t even know it… 🙄