After a bout of ill health his father seems ready to pass the torch at any moment. Unfortunately, the timing couldn’t be any worse. Rocco has only just decided that he needs to part ways with his current boyfriend Skye, but he’s going to need a mate in order for the pack to accept him fully as Alpha—not to mention fend off evil rival Jarvis’ challenge to his status.
Victor is six months pregnant and recently broken up. Chris is looking to fix that, and Yuuri is just looking to do his job. Or in other words, Victor is lonely and the love of his life struts into said life in fishnets and heels.
Shelves: genre-crime-and-mystery, genre-sci-fi-dystopian, format-kindle, genre-romance-erotica, genre-sci-fi, genre-romance, lgbt-gay, topic-rape, topic-domestic-violence, arc-indigo, topic-childbirth-and-pregnancy, genre-romance-omegaverse
Rhys’ nesting habits were no news to Jack. The omega had been building small nests throughout his pregnancy, and had even constructed a couple of makeshift blanket forts beforehand whenever he’d felt down and in need of warmth and snacks. But the current nest that had swallowed up their bed was nothing like Jack had seen before. Hell, he couldn’t even tell if his omega was even inside the nest, with how large and voluminous it was.
All because he slept with Shadow. It wasn’t entirely Shadow’s fault, though. He did try to defend Sonic, but also got kicked out. Shadow moved back in with Eggman. Sonic ended up here, in a small and cheap apartment.
“What the hell are you all doing here? I have been trying to contact you all morning to inform you,” ranted Harry, pausing when his water broke to stream down his legs, “that I’m in labour and my water just broke. I can’t wake up Draco because he took a sleeping draught last night, and I didn’t know what to do.” By the end of his tirade, Harry was sobbing in relief that he wouldn’t have to go through this alone.
This fic is equal parts terrifying and gorgeous. AmandaDBone imagines what would happen if mysterious dust were to fall from the sky and wreak havoc on human biology. It’s a think-piece disguised as sci-fi disguised as poetry, and I personally feel it is wildly underrated.
Niso nodded as he held the baby up and was grabbing one of the towels he’d brought from the bathroom, cleaning it off. “It’s out Francis, it’s out.” He said, looking up at the younger male. “Is that…is that all of them?” Niso asked meekly, swallowing a lump in his throat. He doubted Francis was up for another birth. He laid the baby once it was cleaned and wrapped up with it’s siblings, looking over the little babies before he turned his attention back on Francis again. “Oh, thank goodness.” Francis hung his head and grunted tiredly. His fingers trailed over his newly deflated stomach and pressed just above his pubic bone, feeling for any hardness. “I-I think so.” When Francis found none he shook his head. A soft sigh escaped his mouth as he crawled over to Niso and laid his head in his lap, hands reaching out to clutch at the older male’s shirt. After a few seconds, the young man broke down, sobbing quietly. He was utterly exhausted, his body physically spent of energy.
Each book I read in the series brings me a new favorite couple, so basically it means I love all the couples whose stories we’ve gotten so far and Constable Karter Jenks and Jax Orris are no exception. This story moves on from brothers Braun and Kell, but they are still here with their mates and friends, helping out and moving forward.
I take a paper plate from the stack we keep in the corner and put on a few grapes, three saltine crackers, and a cold slice of pizza. I then fill one of the red solo cups with water, feeling a tiny bit dehydrated. I bring my food over to the same spot I sat in last time, with the plate in one hand and the cup in the other.
It’s probably a good thing that Dean doesn’t come along. It cuts the trip time in half, as Cas doesn’t have to keep steering Dean towards the produce and away from the deli meats. After Cas returns and stocks up their kitchen, he retreats to the bedroom to find Dean in the exact same spot. Still moody. Still pants-less. Still pregnant.