It is Nick and Amy Dunne’s fifth wedding anniversary. Presents are being wrapped and reservations are being made when Nick’s clever and beautiful wife disappears from their rented McMansion on the Mississippi River. Husband-of-the-Year Nick isn’t doing himself any favors with cringe-worthy daydreams. Under mounting pressure from the police and the media – as well as Amy’s fiercely doting parents – the town golden boy parades an endless series of lies, deceits, and inappropriate behavior. Nick is oddly evasive, and he’s definitely bitter – but is he really a killer?
Icy. She/her. Mostly SNK and Ereri. Occasionally NSFW. I write fanfics, and enjoy participating in fandom. Feel free to send me asks or messages any time; I love talking to people. Icon by the amazing arteis!
Jensen is difficult, Tapping had warned him. He took down three katil. Granted they’re not to your caliber, but who is? Be careful. Don’t get cocky. Jensen looks harmless, but he’s very resourceful. He won’t take a mile because an inch is all he needs. You understand?
Here’s your baby… alien?Lying on her bed, a girl had a hand on her distended belly. Cindy Thomas had her eyes closed. The alien inside her had reawakened. It had been sleeping for nearly four months. During that time, it had grown rapidly.
Waking from their nap, the first thing Levi noticed was how wet his crotch was and that Eren was whimpering in his sleep. His omegas sweet scent was filled with pain and Levi started to panic. Shaking Eren’s shoulder firmer than he meant to, his mate woke with a long groan
Another book I needed to finish, and I’m glad I finally did because it, too, was one I needed reminding of – that there are decent people out there working for the collective good of those oppressed, discriminated against and abused…simply because it’s the right thing to do. Even if this is fiction set in an alternate universe/future timeline.
Levi, a detective, has always been alone in terms of love. Till Eren, an accountant, comes to work at the police department in the Rose district. Eren also happens to be Levis one nightstand. Hehehehehe
It should have been perfect. But when Kit discovers he is carrying Red Henry’s child, his entire world is turned upside down. Bewildered and confused, he obeys his family’s insistence to attend a shifter-addiction support group. But when he discovers the group has a darker, more covert agenda–sparking a war between humans and dragons–can he protect himself and his unborn dragon-baby from their vile plotting, or will he need the help of Red Henry, the one dragon he never thought he could face again?
If England had yearbooks, I’d probably be “Arden St. Ives: Man Least Likely to Set the World on Fire.” I’ve no idea what I’m doing at Oxford and, until a week ago, I had no idea who Caspian Hart was. Turns out, he’s brilliant, beautiful…oh yeah, and a billionaire. It’s impossible not to be captivated by someone like that. But Caspian Hart makes his own rules. And he has a lot of them. About when I can be with him. What I can do with him. And when he’ll be through with me. But now that Caspian’s shown me glimpses of the man behind the billionaire I know it’s him I want.
I’m sure a lot of fanfic readers empathise with her sentiment. Male pregnancy used to be my one major squick, and only when one of my favourite authors wrote the trope did I begin to warm up to it (still not something I seek out, though, even though kid fics are my guilty pleasure).
But he had to push either way, and as he did the baby moved down more. He spread his legs wide as they could go, and he tossed his head back and screamed as the egg pushed it’s way out little by painful bits. He felt as though his babies would tear him in half before he could birth both the egg and his baby.
Indeed, Loki was aware of how terrible he looked, though thankfully he was no longer in agony thanks to a good dose of morphine. He still donned a neck brace, but he also now had plaster casts on both his arms and legs.
Rowan August is an alpha wolf, a loner. He works illegal jobs on the side as a favor for his boss, never much caring about the consequences – until he happens to wander into a forest that isn’t on the map. Deep within, he finds a wishing well that shows him the face of a man he hasn’t met before, a man he meets when they’re both sitting in a holding cell for separate crimes.
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.
Joel watched the man squirm against the contraction as a small egg suddenly slipped out and he caught it, cleaning it and putting it on the bed beside the man. Another huge gush of fluids exited the man and he saw blood trickling out of his hole.
One Saturday night, Charlie couldn’t get to sleep. There was the horribly loud music coming from the bar in town, which he could hear all the way out to his house. By 4:30 AM, it still hadn’t stopped, so he’d had enough. He walked into town, to the bar, and entered in hesitantly, with the intent to complain about the noise. What he saw was not what he expected.
Jack swung down hard with the axe splitting the piece of wood almost perfectly in two. He liked chopping wood, it helped him forget. Forget things like dropping out of his residency to help care for his elderly parents way up in the mountains. At least up here there was not a hospital or even a clinic around for miles to remind him of his abandon career of becoming a doctor. Now that his parents finally past on Jack was left with a stalled life and a mountain home that was not selling. As he placed another log on the chopping block he saw a snow flake fall on his hand, great he thought another storm! There goes my chances of getting into town today.
A.M. Arthur was born and raised in the same kind of small town that she likes to write about, a stone’s throw from both beach resorts and generational farmland. She’s been creating stories in her head since she was a child and scribbling them down nearly as long, in a losing battle to make the fictional voices stop. She credits an early fascination with male friendships (bromance hadn’t been coined yet back then) and “The Young Riders” with her later discovery of and subsequent love affair with m/m romance stories.
I’m most interested in stories that explore compelling, thought-provoking implications of such a six-gendered world. I’m not opposed to reading smut, but smut for its own sake isn’t particularly interesting to me.
Though Amy did have a very feminine body; she often tried to hide her wide hips and bust with baggy pants. She never wanted to admit it, but of all the girls the witch picked, she was the one with the ideal body for having children. Her desire to be more masculine fought against her female hormones that come with pregnancy and childbirth. Part of her wanted to embrace this feminine side she had. Part of her was grateful for her feminine body shape and ability to create life.
The day went by pretty quickly. All I was busy doing was ignoring Dylan. Unfortunately he was in one of my classes. For that class, I packed my things before the bell so I could zoom out of the classroom before Dylan. It was a success.