#and for the princess revenge set I ended up buying the dress in red. the heels and necklace are black and the silver bracelet

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i feel like the nails go nicely with my fit :3 also, that's a little bit closer as to how i imagine my candy going to the fair but whatev. (i'm in love with the little denim jacket i want it irl)

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Halloween Surprise (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Demon Bros x Reader, Diavolo x Reader, Barbatos x Reader, Simeon x Reader, Solomon x Reader

Warning: NSFW, language

Prompt: Reader picks a costume to get his undivided attention.

A/N: Happy Halloween!

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Prologue

Devildom was hosting a grand Halloween party. Not being able to hold your excitement, you ran straight to your boyfriend to ask him about his costume. 

To your dismay, he said, “My Halloween costume is my demon form.” 

When you asked him to help you pick out a costume, he declined, saying he doesn’t have time. Before you left his room, he called out to you and said, “Why don’t you surprise me?” 

Countless ideas ran through your head, but in the end, you decided to get “revenge” on him for not helping you pick a costume. 

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Lucifer

As soon as you walk into the room, Lucifer drops his wine glass.

He wasn’t expecting you to pick such a revealing costume. 

Part of him was tempted to cover you with his coat, but the other part of him wanted to keep staring.

At one point, he has to pry his eyes away from you to stop his mind from getting riled up.

Seeing his attention shift, you sent him a text message: “This angel wants you to make her fly high.”

Lucifer nearly loses his cool. He almost jumps you right then and there.

He leaves the party hall quickly, hoping that you follow, and you do.

As soon as he sees you, he slams you against the wall and kisses you hungrily. His eyes dark with lust, and his breath heavy.

Not caring who sees, Lucifer takes you right then and there. 

“Don’t tempt me, human, unless you are ready to pay the price.”

Mammon

Mammon turns 500 shades of red when he sees you. Who knew so many shades of red existed? 

He tries his best to avoid looking at you, but he steals a quick glance every now and then.

When he accidentally meets your eyes, he is startled to see you slightly lift your dress up and give him a flirty look.

To add to his “misery”, you send him a text message: “Are you looking for cash? Because this cash is up for grabs.”

Mammon still doesn’t get the idea until you walk past him and lightly brush his bulge with your fingertips. 

Though it takes him a while to understand your motive, Mammon ends up fucking you for every $100 bill on your dress. 

Let’s just say you won’t be walking for a while. 

Asmo

When Asmo sees you, he can’t stop complimenting you.

On top to that, he is in love with your outfit. Almost to the point where he wants to wear it himself.

“Hey, Asmo?” 

He stops showering you with compliments and smiles, “Yes, love?”

“Cupid wants his arrow back, so can I borrow yours?” 

Asmo is speechless. He never thought he would hear such a line from you.

The avatar of lust gently takes your hand and walks you out of the hall, “Princess, do you even need to ask?”

Beel

Beel can’t help but lick his lips as he imagines the sweet taste of strawberries.

Nothing makes him happier than seeing you dressed as food. 

How he wishes that he could eat you then and there. 

When Beel diverts his mind away from that thought, he sees a text message from you: “Are you hungry? Because you can eat me anytime.” 

For a moment, he stares at the text with wide eyes. 

When he finally meets your gaze, Beel starts walking towards you with no expressions. 

Sensing that you may have pushed your limits, you headed towards the exit. 

Just as you step out, Beel grabs your waist and flies out of there to a secluded place before getting down on his knees and burying his face between your legs.

“You are my favorite meal.” 

Satan

Satan finds your costume to be amusing. 

He’s sharp enough to know that you picked out the costume to get his attention.

What he didn’t expect was for you to whisper, “This librarian is ready for you to check her out.”

Satan can’t help but stare at you, stunned. But, that shock doesn’t last long as he calmly walks you out of the party.

As soon as you step out, Satan lifts you up and wraps your legs around his hips. 

“Human, you never stop surprising me.” 

Unfortunately (or fortunately lol) for you, Satan makes love to you right next to the party hall doors. 

All you can hope for is that Lucifer doesn’t catch you two, but even if he does, it’s not like Satan is going to listen to him. 

Belphie

Belphie is happy to see you wearing a costume inspired by his demon form. 

But at the same time, he doesn’t like that other demons get to see you wearing something sexy. 

He can’t stop staring at you, especially at your chest. ‘Her chest would make a good pillow.’ 

You trace his gaze to your chest and decide to play a little prank on him by sending him a text: “Let this cowgirl ride you.”

Belphie freezes when he sees the message, but in a matter of a few seconds, he grabs your wrist and pulls you to the dance floor. 

As you two dance, he turns your back to him and pulls you to his chest, pressing his bulge against you. 

“If you let any other man see your aroused expression, I will punish you right here.” 

Levi

Levi has a nosebleed when he sees you.

Of all the costumes, he didn’t understand why you would pick an anime school girl. That too a sexy version.

He quickly turns his back to you to hide his flushed face.

But, when he hears lesser demons making inappropriate remarks about you, his shy expression is replaced with an angry one. 

How dare they talk about HIS girlfriend that way? 

Levi nearly kills the demons but is stopped by Satan and Beel.

He takes out his phone to distract his mind, but instead, he sees a text message from you: “Senpai, notice me.”

THUD. 

Your message was enough to send Levi into overdrive, causing the demon to pass out due a major nosebleed.

Diavolo

The demon king stares at you with his jaw dropped.

It doesn’t take him long to get turned on. 

Barbatos has to remind him that he is in a public place and has to behave himself.

Diavolo can’t keep his hands off you, especially after seeing how much attention you’re getting.

He tries his best to keep Barb’s words in mind but it’s hard for him to control his desires.

Seeing him riled up, you decide to add more fuel to the fire, “Let this she-devil set you on fire.”

That’s more than enough for Diavolo to throw you over his shoulder and abandon the party. 

“My beloved she-devil, your devil is going to show you true hell.”

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Cartier | kth

>Based on the song Cartier by Bazzi!<

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Description: (lyrics for Cartier)

That's my girl, I can't share

Maybe I'm selfish, I get a little jealous

I lose my mind when you say that

Balmain silk slip off your back

You get so impatient

I know you got your cravings

Nothing on you when you naked, except a Cartier bracelet.

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Warnings: SMUT, Dom!Tae, Sub!Reader, Daddy!Tae, Oral (f receiving), Unprotected sex (please be responsible!), Handcuff usage, dirty talk, phone sex??

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The man’s hand in the small of your back was uninvited to say the least. His perverted smile making you cringe while he took in the view of your cleavage. Asking to buy you a drink, you quietly agree. Waiting patiently for the one you actually want to touch you. Being in a secret relationship was complex, to say the least. Today it left you waiting in the hotel bar for him to return from an award show. The grey haired perv, asking questions and receiving a vague answer and a submissive smile. He excuses himself to the restroom, allowing you to finally breathe while he disappears. You down the drink, as your vision is pulled like a magnet to the far end of the bar. Your breathe catches in your throat when his gaze meet yours.

He’s leaning into the bar with his body facing you. His talented tongue jets out to wet his lower lip, slow and tantalizing. His brows are raised, as a playful smirk tells you that you’ve been caught. He tinkers with the drink in his hand before taking it to his lips. You try to suppress the smile because you know he’s not a fan of Whiskey, but it happens to make him extremely lustful. He sends you a wink before leaning into the bar to talk to the attractive bartender. You bite your lip knowing this was his revenge. That boxy smile was yours, the way it makes her light up causes you to roll your eyes instantly. As you turn away from him instantly receiving a text.

My Love: Upstairs. Now.

You don’t look at him, you swivel in your chair and get up to head to the hotel room. Hotel bars were always full of pervs needing company for the night. You hated that the bartender actually thought that was an option. He was yours, and you hated that you couldn’t show him that, show everyone that.

My Love: There’s a gift waiting for you. You look gorgeous tonight baby doll.

Y/n: But the bartender looks prettier though, right?

You know he wont like that, but he knows what he’s doing.

My Love: hmm, You tell me, was your conversation with the old fuck next to you pleasant? Or the drink he bought you? How did his hand feel on your back?

Your breathing quickens. He’s drinking whiskey and he’s not in his usual state of mind, you know he shouldn’t be agitated.

y/n: I wished it was you.

It’s all you say. The bottom line was that you missed him and you needed him.

My Love: Oh baby, it will be.

You lean back in the elevator as it takes you to the penthouse suite at the top of the hotel. He looked like a damn God tonight. His hair had gotten longer since the last time you got to spend time with him. Every time you’d face time, you tease him; letting him know that its more for you to pull on. Its actual torture every time you first see him in public. You’re not allowed to hug him or kiss him. You have to pretend like he’s not the love of your life. Pretend that he doesn’t exist.

You get to the room walking to the bed where there’s a box and a note. The box is tiny and says ‘Cartier’ in fine lettering. The note is short and sweet, his artistic hand writing says :

‘put this on, and only this. I’ve missed you more than you know.’

You fold it nicely and put it in your wallet. You keep every cute thing he makes you. Opening the sleek packaging you pull the rose gold bracelet from the tiny drawstring bag. You shake your head in disbelief as you slide it onto your wrist. Your boyfriend was a brand whore and was constantly buying you your own bougie merchandise even though brands didn’t mean much to you.

You slide your dress from your body, hanging it back up so it doesn’t get ruined. You go to the mirror in the bathroom to freshen up. Teasing your hair before putting some lip balm on your lips. You collapse onto the lush bed, propping yourself up as you wait patiently for him to make his way to you.

My Love: How do you like your gift baby?

Y/n: It’s so beautiful. You really didn’t have to.

My Love: Mm but I love spoiling you. Now tell me, are you doing what I asked?

Y/N: I am. Nothing but the bracelet, waiting very impatiently.

My Love: go to the edge of the bed so you can see yourself in the mirror.

You sigh moving your naked body across the silk bedding to the edge of the bed. The tall gold rimmed mirror sat exactly across from you.

My Love: now, lean back and spread your legs.

Y/N: okay…

My phone starts to ring, his signature ringtone always makes your body react the same way.

‘Hi Baby’, you purr, hoping that the needier you sound the quicker he’ll make his way to you.

“Hi princess, are you being a good girl?” He asks his voice laced in whiskey and lust. You hum, not sure if speaking would work in your favor. “Good. I want you to look at yourself in the mirror.” His voice is lower and it sounds like he’s on the move. “Do you see how fucking gorgeous you are? Hmm baby?”

You giggle feeling your cheeks turn a new shade of red. “Are you almost here Taehyung? I need you so badly.” You whine, everything about you from your body to your voice is weak and only his touch with make you feel some type of strength. His breath filled laugh fills up the other end of the phone.

“You have to be patient baby doll, remember?” He loves teasing you, and you love it more than you show, “Now, reach down to your pretty little pussy and tell me how wet she is for me.”

You whine into the speaker as your hand snakes down your curves. You’re dripping wet, you have been ever since you saw him at the bar, “I’m so wet, Tae. I need you.”

“Now look at how wet you are just for me in the mirror,” He pauses while your eyes meet your glistening pussy in the mirror, “Remember,” His tone changed into a more dominant one, “that pussy is mine, and no one else can make you feel the way I can. Isn’t that right baby?”

“Yes Daddy, you’re the only one that can make me feel this good.” Your voice is low as you somehow become wetter than before. All you can hear is his breath through the phone.

“Good girl.” *Click* he hangs up leaving you to watch your reflection grow needier by the second.

When you hear the door open, you crawl to the edge of the bed. When your eye meet his you can’t wait anymore. You’re running into his arms, latching to him like he was your life support. He lift you into his arms, wrapping them under your butt while your legs grip is hips. Yourr fingers ghost through his hair and both of your faces are stained with unexpected tears. You craved his touch, his smell, everything about him. Of course you were able to face time and text but it would never compare to being in his arms.

“God baby, you get more beautiful each time I see you.” He scans your face and you do the same. You take his face into your hands, running your thumb over his plump lips before leaning in and placing yours onto his. He walks you over to the bed while your kiss intensifies, his tongue begging for entrance. He gently sets you onto the end of the bed leaning forward until he’s hovering over you. He kisses you for a few more seconds before standing tall in between your knees. He lets out a deep sigh, while his tongue prods against the side of his cheek. His lust filled orbs drinking your body in like glass of water late in the night. You lean up on your elbows, grinning at the man above you.

“Don’t tell me we’ve waited two months to see each other and you’ve forgot how to touch me,“ you giggle knowing he was too overwhelmed by the moment, just as you were.

He raises his brows meeting your eyes, “Hmm, let’s see,” His long fingers find your hardened nipples twirling around them before pinching them, “ I seem to recall you enjoying that.”

You bite your lip trying to suppress the moan, letting your eyes roll back into your head. He leans forward attaching his lips to your collar bone kissing his way up to the spot just below your ear. He places an open mouth kiss there as he tugs at your nipple again, “And you really like when I kiss you here.”

You shutter as he grins against your skin, kissing your lips and your nose before working his way down your body. His fingers never leaving your sensitive buds. His lips press into your pelvic bones, as he kneels between your legs. He wraps his arms under your legs pulling you closer to him. Then as if you aren’t wet enough, he begins teasing you mercilessly. Kissing your thighs before letting his teeth mark you up.

“You’re so fucking wet Princess,” His middle finger slides through your soaking folds, making you writhe underneath him. “You’ve been thinking about Daddy’s cock, yeah?” He asks while he spreads your lips wide blowing cold area on your sensitive clit. You force yourself to lean up onto your forearms, you need to see him.

“Mhm, been thinking about it for months.”

He looks up at you through his lashes, and you wonder how a man could look so angelic and evil at the same time.

“Well I think you deserve to cum then, don’t you pretty girl?” He asks before sucking your clit into his mouth. You throw yourself to the mattress trying to last longer than a few seconds, but his mouth felt like heaven on earth.

He readjusts himself pulling you impossibly closer to his face, if he lets go, you’re falling off of the bed. You reach down to push your fingers through his long wavy hair, melting when you watch the way his tongue dances across your clit. He swirls it around before pressing his tongue flat, dragging it through your slit. His moan matches mine at the same time, you feel yourself tightening around nothing, around the thought alone of his perfect cock finally getting to fill you up.

“You look so pretty when you’re close.” He sang, as his tongue and mouth latched back on, a loud moan finding its way out of your mouth. He pulls back to leave another hickey on your thigh, while his middle finger teases where you want him the most. Bucking your hips, he smirks into your skin while he pushes you onto the bed. He finally slides his long middle and ring finger into your needy pussy. He watches you lose yourself underneath him. His lopsided smile and his tongue in his cheek tell you that this is torturing him just as much as it is you. He leans forward again sucking your sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth. His long fingers and mouth began skillfully working together in the perfect duet, bringing me to the edge. I tighten around his fingers as he curls them up to torture my g-spot. The pressure builds in my abdomen and my fingers tighten around his locks.

“Im g-gonna cum, please Tae.” you beg as his tongue continue its assault on your already overstimulated clit. A mischievous laugh falls from his glistening mouth, “Give it to me then, baby.”

As soon as you gain permission, you tighten yourself around his fingers before letting go. Your body convulsing as he uses your sensitivity to his advantage. Letting out a long overdue exhale you finally start to see clearly. He stands in front of you, his arousal evident through his expensive dress pants. He leans forward to cage you in underneath him. Gently tucking his arm under your waist to move you both up towards the top of the bed. You lay beneath him as one hand comes up to push your sweaty hair from your face. His lips lightly pressing against yours, praising your in between each one. The both of you captivated by the others raw beauty. It isn’t until this moment that you realize he’s still completely dressed. Taking it upon yourself to unbutton his dress shirt and push it from his body, then to his pants. Pushing them down his legs, instantly reaching out for his hard cock that stands between you. He moves backwards making you while vocally.

“Awe princess,” He coo’s taking a seat in the lush red chair in the corner of the room, “Come over here.” He purrs tapping his thigh.

You walk to him slotting yourself between his legs. He leans forward, letting his hands roam your body. Kissing you in places that are unknown, fingers kneading into your ass and thighs. You let your head fall back, never getting tired of the way this man worships your body. He grips your thighs and turns your body around, so that you’re not facing him anymore. He speads yours legs out a bit before sliding his body forward on the chair and slotting his legs between yours. Reaching up, he runs his fingers through your fold, groaning when he finds you wetter than before.

“Can you ride Daddy, baby doll?”

You straddle his lap, letting your legs fall beside his on the chair. Reaching down you wrap your hand around his cock. Both of you letting out a surprising moan. Pressing his tip against your hole, you gather the sticky juices before gliding him through your slit. You smile as you see his fingers tighten on the arm of the chair. If you weren’t so needy for him, you might tease him a little longer. Finally, you line him up with your entrance, sliding down his length at an agonizingly slow speed.

“Fuckkkk baby,” He moans throwing his head back while his hands spread your ass wide, “just like that, I want to watch your tight little pussy swallow me whole.”

He was so fucking big, every time it seemed to shock you. The familiar burn as he makes you the perfect fit for him alone was enough to send you over the edge. His grip tightens as he starts to control your movements. You get the hint and you start to rock your hips harder. Grinding so that he’s buried inside of you. You lean forward, supporting yourself on his thighs to give him the perfect view of your ass. He shows his appreciation by letting his hand come down on your plump ass cheeks… once, twice, three, four times.

His fingers smooth along the reddening skin before they skate up to your neck, lighting wrapping around and pulling you back on to him. His cock still staying buried deep inside you, he then nuzzles his face in your neck. The smell of sex and arousal making him a mad man. You were like his own personal drug, he couldn’t get enough of you. His hands come around to your front to give attention to your hardened nipples, pinching and pulling in the most delicious way.

“You know how much I love you right?” His voice is soft as his hands cascade down to your hip bones.

“I do.” You whimper, “As much as I love you.”

He giggles, shaking his head into your neck, “No baby, I love you more than that, I’m sure of it.”

You turn your head, letting your lips meet his, “As a matter of face, I got you another gift.” Your eyes widen, “Its in a box in my bag. Go open it.”

You grin and walk over to his bag. Reaching inside and pulling out another expensive looking box. His eyes are mischievous as you pull the gift out, a pair of handcuffs. A pair of designer handcuffs.

He gets up from the chair to walk over to you, your eyes still wide with disbelief.

“I figured I would get you a bracelet, and I would get,” His voice laced in sin, he takes the cuffs from you to undo them and slide them over your wrist, “ us… a bracelet.

He pulls you to the bed using the length between the two cuffs. Before he pushes you to the mattress he pulls you close, grabbing your jaw before kissing you passionately. Letting his teeth tug onto your lower lip. You adjust yourself on the mattress with your face down and your ass up. Your handcuffed arms flat out in front of you. You feel him pause behind you, you look back to watch him come to your hands again. He undoes one cuff, and wraps it around a pole on the headboard.

Your mouth drops, you’re full immobile from the waste up. Leaning onto your elbows, he takes your face in his hand again, “Is it okay, love?”

As uncomfortable as it was, you were still becoming extremely turned on by the situation, so you nod in his hand. He finds himself in his favorite spot, pausing again to take a picture to remember this moment. You bought him a burner phone just for all of your naughty rendezvous. What can you say, the man likes to take pictures. He glides his hands down your spine then over your hips, while he thrust back and forth letting his cock tease your folds. He wraps your hair around his hand before slamming himself into you. You scream out as he pulls back to repeat his actions. Your hands yank at the cuffs instinctively, but that’s not the pain your focused on. He speeds up, hammering into you. Your screams and moans get louder with each thrust.

He yanks your hair back, and you contort to look at him. You need to see him like this no matter how uncomfortable it is for you, “Feels so fucking good Daddy!” You scream out with tears pooling at the corner of your eyes.

“Fuck Princess, that’s right,” He grips your sides allowing him to bury himself deeper, “Tell everyone in this hotel who’s pussy this is!”

You’re wrist are raw at this point your so close and he knows it. He leans forwards to wrap his arm around your body, his long fingers find your swollen clit and he starts to rub soft circles while his cock still slams inside of you.

“Im so fucking close, please, Daddy, PLEASE!” you’re begging him for your release.

“Go ahead baby girl, cum all over daddy’s cock.” He gives you permission and your orgasm hits you like a Semi truck. As soon as you start tightening around him, he finds his release too. His warm seed coats your walls as your body still reels from your high. You lean forward and rest your head on the mattress. Tears still falling from your eyes, from how overwhelmed you were. He moves quick to undo the cuffs, taking your wrist in his hands when he is done. Rubbing them gently.

“Come on baby,” He coos pulling you into his arms. He starts the shower and sets you down on the seat inside of it. While its warming he pulls you onto his lap.

“Im sorry if that hurt you, I didn’t think it would hurt.” He says softly as he pecks every inch of your tear stained face. You could tell that he genuinely felt horrible for hurting you, little did he know you just had the best orgasm of your life.

“Baby, I liked it…” You bring your hand up to his face to make him look at you, “I loved it, actually. It hurt a little but that’s what I liked about it.” You giggle pressing your lips to the little mole on his nose.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Good, because that was so fucking hot.”

After another round in the shower, you finally find your way to bed. You’re laying on his chest as he twirls your new Cartier bracelet around your wrist.

“You know, next, I’m going to get you a ring.” He says softly, pulling your hand to his. He holds your ring finger, “this is a good place for it, I think.”

The corners of his mouth start to raise, and suddenly it feels like a million butterflies are dancing in your stomach. The familiar burn in your throat leaving you completely speechless.

“That’s a very specific finger Tae.” You giggle, lacing your fingers with his.

His lips press into your forehead, “Im serious, baby.” His voice is fragile, as he lifts his head to yours, “I know things are hard right now, but there’s no one I love and appreciate more than you. You’re my everything.”

You’re crying again, his thumb comes up to brush them away this time. Pulling you in close for a slow and intimate kiss.

“I love you more than life itself, Kim Taehyung. You’re my everything.”

He pulls you close to him letting his fingers fist through your hair, you only have one day to be with him. You can sleep later. He pulls you on top of him, smirking as your hips instinctively start to grind into him.

“So,” you lean down to kiss him, “Will my ring be designer?” you tease.

He pauses to look at you completely seriously, “Is that even a question?”

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#Giveaway + Excerpt ~ Kronicles of Korthlundia by Jamie Marchant... #books #fantasy #readers

GENRE: Epic Fantasy

“Magic, love, hate, torture, heroes, and a story that will never stop blowing your mind!”  Cheree~For Love of Books 

The three volumes of The Kronicles of Korthlundia plus The Ghost in Exile: A Korthlundian Kronicle brought together for one low price. In addition to the novels, the collection features several bonus short stories, previously available only to members of my readers’ club.

The Goddess’s Choice--In a world where the corrupt church hides the truth about magic, the fate of the joined kingdom falls on the shoulders of two young people from opposite ends of the social hierarchy.

Crown Princess Samantha’s life begins to fall apart when she starts seeing strange colors around her potential suitors. She fears that she’s going insane--or worse that she’s defying the Goddess’s will. Robrek is a lowly farm boy with incredible magical powers. He has been biding his time waiting to get revenge on those who call him a demon.

Thrown together by chance, they must overcome their differences to fight their common enemy Duke Argblutal, who, with dark magic, is slowly poisoning the king’s mind and turning him against his own daughter. Time is running out for those chosen by the Goddess to prevent the power mad duke from usurping the throne and plunging the joined kingdoms into civil war.

The Soul Stone-- A match made by the goddess is threatened by an Ancient Evil.

As Samantha and Robrek prepare for their marriage and coronation, they are met with opposition on all sides. Not all believe that the peasant sorcerer is worthy to be king, and the young couple must perform delicate political maneuvers to prevent the joined kingdoms from breaking apart.

As the church splits over opposition to their union, an unseen force is poised to release an ancient evil that was last defeated a thousand years ago. When the Soul Stone is broken free of its bonds, all life in its path succumbs to its power. How much will the new royal couple have to sacrifice to free the joined kingdoms of its evil?

The Ghost in Exile—A special Kronicle outside of the series that tells the story of Darhour. The novel takes place at the same time as The Soul Stone. The Ghost is going to hell. Not even the goddess can forgive his sins: assassin, oath-breaker, traitor (an affair with the queen earned him that title). No one can ever learn the princess is his daughter. To keep this secret, he flees to the land that turned him from a simple stable groom into an infamous killer.

His mission now? To find evildoers and take them to hell with him. But when an impulsive act of heroism saddles him with a damsel who refuses to be distressed, her resilience forces him to question why he really ran from his daughter.

The Shattered Throne-- Queen Samantha’s spirit brightens as the festival of renewal approaches. The Ancient Evil that drained life from the land has been destroyed, and life is returning to the joined kingdoms. The birth of her heir gives her even more reason to celebrate. But a coup orchestrated by the unlikely alliance between a freedom-loving count and a fanatical church shatters both her plans and the ancient throne itself.

With her infant daughter missing and death and destruction spreading, Samantha finds herself faced with an impossible choice: save her daughter or her people. Already torn between a mother’s love and her duties as a queen, Samantha learns that an even greater danger threatens: the goddess herself is fading. What sacrifices will Samantha have to make to stop an evil god from taking Sulis’s place?

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EXCERPT:

At bedtime, Alvabane sat at her dressing table brushing her long hair. It had once been a bright, rich red, but it had dulled with age and was now mostly grey with only a few strands of color to remind her of what once had been. It seemed a metaphor for her life—small flashes of color to remind her of her once bright purpose.

One of those flashes, Erick, set her nightly goblet of fortified wine next to her hand. She needed the strong alcohol to dull the pain of her joints so she could sleep. She turned to thank him, but the words died on her lips as she saw the reproach in his eyes. Alvabane turned back to her mirror. Tonight was the night of the new moon. She should have been preparing to perform the rites of the dark gods, not preparing for bed. “They have forgotten us,” Alvabane said. “The Soul Stone does not live.”

Erick made a mewing sound, reminding her what he’d sacrificed to serve her and the dark gods. She herself had cut his tongue from his mouth when he came to her as a ten-year-old child. He had surrendered it stoically.

“Do you think you have sacrificed more than I?” She turned to face him. “I performed the rites faithfully every new moon for decades. And for what, I ask you? The power of the Stone remains trapped behind the shield the demon Armunn created from his own soul. That shield can’t be destroyed. The Soul Stone won’t live again!

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AUTHOR BIO:

Jamie began writing stories about the man from Mars when she was six, and she never remembers wanting to be anything other than a writer. Everyone told her she needed a back up plan, so she pursued a Ph.D. in American literature, which she received in 1998. She started teaching writing and literature at Auburn University. One day in the midst of writing a piece of literary criticism, she realized she’d put her true passion on the backburner and neglected her muse. The literary article went into the trash, and she began the book that was to become The Goddess’s Choice, which was published in April 2012. Her other novels include The Soul Stone, The Ghost in Exile, The Shattered Throne, and The Bull Riding Witch. In addition, she has published a novella, Demons in the Big Easy, and a collection of short stories, Blood Cursed and Other Tales of the Fantastic. Her short fiction has also appeared in the anthologies Urban Fantasy, Of Dragons & Magic: Tales of the Lost Worlds, and Waiting for a Kiss. She claims she writes about the fantastic . . . and the tortured soul. Her poor characters have hard lives. She lives in Auburn, Alabama, with her husband and five cats, which (or so she’s been told) officially makes her a cat lady.  She still teaches writing and literature at Auburn University. She is the mother of a grown son. 

Website/Blog: http://jamie-marchant.com/

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jamie-Marchant-Author/164706710298768

Twitter: @JamieMarchantSF

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5258855.Jamie_Marchant

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Young God

Karolina’s Playlist (1k Followers Celebration Challenge)

Prompt: Young God by Halsey (linked to a YouTube lyric video)

Pairing: Lucifer x Meg, Lucifer x Rowena (and Meg really lusting after Rowena)

Word Count: 2222

Summary: politics AU of sorts, where Lucifer is a corrupt lawyer and Rowena and Meg are a part of his household. Meg has plans for revenge and Rowena helps her make them happen. Might end up being a series eventually. (This was a bit rushed because I just couldn’t get the ending right... I knew what I wanted but it wasn’t coming out. So I just wrote it down as best I could and posted it. I’m already later than the original deadline.)

Warnings: emotional, physical, and sexual abuse; graphic depiction of character death; murder (technically it’s manslaughter tho); Meg’s pansexual lusting; semi-graphic rape

Tags: @loveitsallineed @devsfan55 @itsallintheeyeofthebeholder @zzzett (I don’t know who else to tag so feel free to reblog and tag people)

The pool, like everything else at the house, was large and elegant, and it was almost far enough away from the party in the ballroom for the voices to be silenced. Meg walked barefoot along the edge of it, her shoes abandoned on a deck chair along with her suit jacket. She rolled up the sleeves of her well-tailored suit shirt, deep purple giving way to scarred skin. Sitting on the end of the diving board, she dipped her toes into the water and leaned forward to pull up the cuffs of her pants. The night was just warm enough that the contrast of the cool water sent pleasurable chills up her spine.

A noise at the other end of the pool drew her attention. Another woman stood there, looking almost otherworldly in the diffracted light from the pool. Her red hair gave her away as Rowena MacLeod, the daughter of a local small-time politician, who was looking to move up in the world by becoming Lucifer Morgenstern’s wife. Meg had scoffed when she’d first heard of the young woman joining the household. Just another fly in the famed senator’s web.

“You’re Meg, right?” Rowena’s voice was soft, barely heard over the ever-present lapping of the water. “Meg Masters, the head of security?”

She laughed, the sound almost genuine. “Sure, yeah, that’s what they call me.”

“You’re not actually the head of security?”

“Nope, not me. It’s just a joke in the household.” She noticed how stiffly the woman held herself and motioned to a deck chair. “Take those fancy shoes off, Rowena, and enjoy the water.”

The redhead hesitated, then slipped off the heels and sat at the edge of the pool, careful to keep her long dress from trailing into the water. “So why do they call you that?”

Meg smiled, admiring the long pale legs that were now exposed to her view. “I’ll answer that after you tell me what Luci told you to get you into that fucking ugly dress.”

Rowena’s eyes went wide. “It is not ugly!” But the other woman wasn’t buying it, so she sighed and looked down, picking at the fabric. “You’re right, it’s horrid. The color doesn’t suit me at all.”

“So what’d he say to you to convince you to wear it?”

“He said, ‘You want to be queen, yes? Then you do what the king says.’ I couldn’t say no.”

“You’re here because you’re trying to get into the political scene, right? Think being the wife of a powerful senator will get you fame and fortune?” The redhead nodded and Meg smirked. “Have you tried talking to the women who’ve previously been ‘courted’ by the Morningstar?”

“Women? I hadn’t heard…”

“There’s a reason you haven’t…” The butler interrupted then, saying that Rowena was missed in the ballroom. Meg helped her up from the edge of the pool and got her a towel to dry her feet off, knowing Lucifer would be expecting to hear that she’d helped. As the redhead was walking back to the party with the butler, she spared a glance back at the dark-haired woman, her face thoughtful.

Later that night, Meg stood outside the door to Rowena’s room and listened to Lucifer yell at the woman for asking about the others he’d promised things to. “You don’t get to ask questions, bitch,” he snarled. “You wanted to matter, to be important, so now you pay the price. You’re human, you can break, and you’re mine now. If you think this ends well for you…” He chuckled menacingly. “That’s just the sun in your eyes.”

Then he stormed out and locked the door behind him before grabbing the untied ends of Meg’s tie and dragging her to his bedroom to fuck her raw. No tears fell from her eyes, she was used to it now, and later she laid used on his sheets as he stared at the moon through the window and muttered to himself about being a god.

~~~

Meg found a sort of peace at the bottom of the swimming pool. Even if there were other people in the water, all sound was muted. She was weightless, using a weight as an anchor for as long as she could hold her breath. There was no Lucifer to abuse her, no other women to worry about keeping safe. Just herself and the thoughts of rebellion she only allowed to grow when she was in the water’s embrace.

Today, her peace was shattered by a golf ball sinking past her in front of her face. There was a smear of red on it, probably either lipstick or nail polish, and she let go of the weight to grab it and allow herself to float back up to the surface of the water.

Rowena was waiting for her, like she expected, and she shook her hair back from her face, grinning at the other woman. “What’s up, buttercup?” she asked, resting her elbows on the edge of the pool and rolling the golf ball around in her hand.

The redhead, dressed today in a fashionable pantsuit for some sort of meeting Lucifer had gone to, sat down in front of her, legs tucked to the side. She took off a thin silk scarf, revealing dark purple bruises on her neck, clearly in the shape of fingers. “I can’t do it,” she said softly. “Not any more.”

A pang of sympathy ran through Meg, but she pressed her lips into a thin line as she checked the surroundings for signs of waitstaff before speaking. “You have to. You don’t have a choice now.”

“I always have a choice.”

“Not while he’s alive.”

“Exactly.” Those dark eyebrows rose in surprise, and Rowena’s lip curled slightly. “I’m going to kill him. But I need help.”

It took Meg less than a second to decide, her bottom-of-the-pool thoughts returning. “You have mine.”

“Tell me, first, why you’re called the head of security when you’re not.”

“Because ever since I joined the household, I’ve been in Lucifer’s bed every night. So the security guards joke that I’m in charge of security because I keep the ‘closest eye’ on him.” She used air quotes, her distaste for the title evident in her tone and face.

“How disgusting.”

Meg nodded and then grinned. “You should join me in the pool. Nothing like a good swim to clear your mind and find some peace.”

Rowena raised her eyebrows. “But I don’t have a swimsuit yet.”

“Who cares? You’re at Lucifer’s house, you could skinny dip for all anyone would care.” A blush rose high on the redhead’s cheeks and Meg laughed. “You’ve got a bra and panties on, right? How different is that from a bikini?”

“I suppose you’re right…” She still seemed hesitant, so Meg smirked and pushed away from the edge of the pool, floating on her back leisurely.

“It’s up to you, princess. Don’t let anyone say I forced you to enjoy yourself for a little bit.” She closed her eyes and drifted, grinning after a few minutes when a splash sent a wave to jostle her slightly.

When the sun started to set, they abandoned the pool for the hot tub. Meg stared at the petite figure before her, her eyes were inexorably drawn to the curves of the small of the back and the graceful neck. Rowena ordered the butler, who came out to bring them to dinner, to have their meal brought out to the hot tub. Together, they drank champagne and watched the stars and plotted.

~~~

Meg slowly grew closer and more devoted to Rowena, and she knew it wouldn’t go unnoticed by Lucifer. As expected, about a week after they made their pact to bring him down, she was cornered by the senator. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing,” he growled, caging her in with his arms by her head. “But it needs to stop. You remember why you joined me, right?”

“I wanted to find the people who killed my sister,” she answered quietly, face carefully composed.

“And you never will if you betray me. You’re just as disposable as the rest of them, don’t think you’re different just because you’re the one in my bed every night. That’s just you earning your answers.”

Meg couldn’t help the small smirk on her face as she nodded. “Understood, Senator Morgenstern.”

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed but he moved back, watching her as she walked calmly away. Meg already knew who killed her sister; she’d known from the moment the tall man in the white suit had squeezed the life from her. The real reason she’d joined the household was to have her revenge, and now, years later, she’d finally get it with help from Rowena.

~~~

Rowena walked into Meg’s room, shutting the door behind her before dropping a pile of papers onto her desk. “It’s done,” the redhead said quietly, a triumphant smirk twisting her lips.

Meg grabbed the papers and skimmed them quickly, excitement growing in the pit of her stomach. “Perfect,” she said, looking up. “Then tonight, we make our move. Remember how we’re playing it. You’ll have to let him hit you a couple times for this to work.”

“I remember. I’m not the dumb bimbo he says I am.”

“I know, I’m just double-checking everything. The plan has to work as smoothly as possible for it to succeed.”

“It’s practically foolproof, stop worrying.”

“I’m going to worry until that son of a bitch is dead and you’re in charge.” Meg’s face softened and she smiled at Rowena. “Thank you.”

The redhead frowned slightly. “For what?”

“The opportunity to get my revenge.”

A grin crossed her face. “We women have to stick together in a man’s world.”

~~~

Lucifer paced his room, rage clear on his face as he spun back to face Rowena. “How could you?” he yelled. “You changed my living will and forged the signature?”

The petite woman stood her ground in the face of his anger, her composure as carefully controlled as always. “Yes, I did.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a greedy bitch,” she said, raising her eyebrows.

Despite the fact that he had most likely been thinking it, Lucifer hadn’t expected her to outright say it. His anger quickly caught up and he smacked her across the face before turning away and heading for the door. “I am going to take care of this… insubordination, and then I am going to deal with you.”

Rowena ran in front of him to stop him and planted her feet, swinging up with her fist to punch him hard in the jaw. As the man stumbled backward, shocked by the blow, she winced and shook her hand, preparing herself for what she knew would come next. Lucifer recovered quickly and launched himself at her, grabbing her around the neck and pushing her to the floor. He didn’t notice the door open and shut behind him, didn’t hear the lock click or Meg’s footsteps on the floor because he was so focused on exacting his anger.

Meg had one of his belts in her hands as she stepped up behind him, quickly looping it around his neck and pulling backwards. His hands flew up to claw at the leather and so released Rowena, who coughed as she crawled away from him. Meg dragged Lucifer by the belt, drawing it tight as she crossed it over and pulled. She put all her strength into it, making sure his airflow was completely cut off.

Lucifer fought against her, as she expected, but as the seconds passed, he grew weaker. His fingers, scrabbling at the belt, grew clumsy and faltered, eventually falling still as his hands dropped to the floor. Blood dripped slowly from his nose and the corner of his mouth, eyes bloodshot. He was dead.

The dark-haired woman dropped the belt and his upper body fell with a thump. Meg’s heart raced with adrenaline, breathing fast as she stood over him, triumphant. She felt powerful, and looked over at Rowena with something like a smile on her face. The redhead was staring at her in awe, as if she was divine. A goddess dealing justice and revenge for those who could not take it for themselves.

~~~

They went to court, of course, because no self-respecting detective sees a person’s fingerprints all over a belt next to a body with neck bruises and thinks it was an accident. And Lucifer’s most loyal men didn’t want a woman suddenly in charge of all of the lawyer’s estate. However, Rowena and Meg had planned for this, and they combined their knowledge of the judicial system with the scars and bruises each held as evidence of Lucifer’s abuse.

Meg plead guilty to killing Lucifer, claiming Battered Person’s Syndrome. She was still sentenced to prison, as she wasn’t his current victim of abuse when she killed him, but the term was only for three years, with parole available on good behavior after two. She floated light despite the cuffs around her wrists, knowing she’d be back to help Rowena run the estate soon. And she’d be able to become a goddess of protection, not just justice and revenge.

“Your place will be waiting for you,” Rowena said softly through the two way phone line.

Meg smiled through the prison glass, nodding. “I know.”