Mpreg stories. Trigger warning: This story contains male pregnancy, labor, graphic births and mature content. If you are uncomfortable with the topics, I suggest you not to read. Every scenario and characters are imaginary. Do not compare them with reality.

Arthur Pendergast is a boy of straight lines and ink-stained fingers , a printer son who has spent his life staying inside the margins. But as an unexpected encounter in a smoky Soho basement leads him to Ben Clarke. A blonde , broad shouldered ,chauffeur with a sharp tongue and a taste for danger. Arthurs quiet world is painted in colors he never knew existed. Ben doesn't just want to live; he wants to take back what the world has stolen from people like them. When he proposes a daring plan to swap the masterpieces of the wealthy sterling estate with Arthur's perfect forgeries, Arthur is faced with a choice: remain the "good son" in a life of quiet desperation , or follow a man who screams danger in every aspect...Will Arthur risk it all for love? Or will he spend the rest of his life wondering what if?

❗️Mature❗️ The weight of his fingers inside the wet mess in my core made me lose control, I didn't even know my body could do things like that. He went faster, and faster and faster. Until I was practically moaning his name, and the look in his eyes told me he'd liked it. Just as I was close to release, he removed his fingers, and I let out a groan. His hands was still around my neck as he leaned forward, for a minute I thought he was going to kiss me, but that idea was carried away with the wind, instead he came closer to my ear and whispered. "Trouble makers aren't allowed to get pleasure." Then he let go... ~~~ 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓪 was a daddy's girl, getting whatever she wants whenever she wants, but after her parents died in a house fire she decided to leave her spoil behavior behind her. Until the day she met Nicolas.

She arrived for one summer. He made her crave the cage. Keziah Nguyen has never been denied a thing in her life. Heiress to one of Ho Chi Minh's most powerful dynasties, she's spent 22 years wrapped in silk and is untouched. Keziah agrees when her mother insists she spend the summer at her friend Elina Castillo' villa in Spain. When she arrives in Spain, it's supposed to be a quiet escape, one last breath before adulthood swallows her whole. A gentle break from her rigid life in Ho Chi Minh. But the villa is no sanctuary and Elina Castillo's son Lucifer Castillo is no gentleman. Cartel heir Of Spain by blood, Lucifer is brutal, brilliant and beautiful in the way only men born of violence can be. His presence coils around her like smoke. His rules are law. He doesn't ask. He takes. Inside the rose covered walls of Abyssal Villa, nothing is as it seems. Power drips from every whispered word. Secrets bloom like bruises. And love? It comes dressed in ruin. Every kiss is a warning. Every moan, a surrender. Every scar he shows her, a vow that she'll never be free. To survive Lucifer is impossible. To love him is madness. But Keziah was never meant to bloom here. So she burns instead. This story is a dark, dominant cartel romance of obsession, danger and ruthless heat.